She and Killian laughed about it for days after it happened. He had the ring hidden away in a box in the back of the hall closet behind an absurd amount of clutter. He planned to propose the following week on his boat at sunset over glasses champaign. He chose the night specifically because the night sky was supposed to be clear, full of stars. A perfect romantic scene all to themselves. But the weekend before his designated evening, Emma surprised him with reservations at his favorite seafood restaurant, and proposed midway through appetizers. Presented a ring, took a knee, the whole bit. Of course she took offense when he burst out laughing, but he explained as fast as humanly possible, and dug her ring out of the closet first thing when they got home. They'd both chosen a carbonized tungsten band with a simple diamond gem-well, his was a row of three small gems embedded in the metal, but still. By the look of it, you'd think they went ring shopping together.
Immediately she and Killian were both swept up in the giddy whirlwind of new engagement, and preliminary wedding plans. At least, they were until Emma's Mom Instincts kicked in. She realized that between so much couple time with her fiancé, and actual wedding related stuff, she'd have less one-on-one time available for Henry. Emma was a realist. Swearing up and down that they'd hang out exactly as much as before no matter what would only lead to disappointment. So she talked it over with Killian and they both agreed. She and Henry would take a week long camping trip, just the two of them, to make up for the coming interference of life.
"It'll be right back to normal after the honeymoon, kid." (That much she could promise with confidence.)
It was a great week. They caught fish together, hiked, took a ton of pictures. Henry even plucked on a guitar at the invitation of a nearby camper. A girl around his age. We'll have to take a few more of these trips after the wedding, she thought half-mournfully. I'll lose him to girls and dating soon.
Emma loved her kid like crazy, but by the time they got back from their mother/son bonding trip, she was ready for some Adult Time. Very serious Adult Time.
She and Killian stood on the porch together and waved as Regina drove off with Henry.
"Mmmmm," Killian mused, wrapping his arms around her waist. "What to do now?"
The look.
"Really?" Killian at first assumed she was kidding. "You've been away for a week, and we're newly engaged! Wouldn't you rather something a bit more traditional? Romantic?"
Emma shook her head.
"How about a nice picnic down at the beach, the sunset should be beautiful tonight."
She shook her head more aggressively, hungry obedience taking over every detail of her posture.
Killian could already feel himself Sliding into the familiar character of Master. Owner. Hook. "Skipping romance all together? Why, Swan? Am I so incompetent in that area, you'd rather I stick to my strengths?"
"No!" She insisted.
"You proposed to me first, remember? But perhaps you only want to marry me in order guarantee there's always a man around to satisfy your unspeakable deviancy!"
"No! I love you, I promise!"
He shook his head. "Now I wonder if on my own merits you'd have cut me loose long ago."
"Nonono!" The thrill of anticipation rampaged through Emma's body like wildfire. "No, I love you so much!"
Hook grabbed h arms and drove her against the wall. "Then why? Why on your first evening home, would you prefer a brutal fucking Pirate to a sweet, doting fiancé? It's not normal, even for the likes of you!
Emma swelled with affection, and did her best not to smile as she replied. "Because telling you I wanted this was the hardest thing I've ever done, and you didn't run away." She shrugged. "Even if we never played, or only played a little . . . "
"What?" Hook barked. "I can't read your mind, Swan."
"When you didn't freak out or make me feel like shit? It was the moment I completely, totally trusted us to last." A small hint of the smile she meant to suppress snuck its way onto her face. "I didn't even need you to play with me,vhonestly. Just the fact that you knew me a hundred percent, fantasies and all, would've been enough."
"Your point?"
"I know you only did it at first to make me happy . . ." she paused agin. "And it couldn't have been easy, but that you even tried . . . learned how to play . . . no sane man would volunteer to destroy a desperate cock slut on a regular basis if he didn't love her. No way in hell."
Hook broke into a wicked grin. "A beautiful sentiment, dearest." He gripped her harder and pressed close. "But looking back on it now, perhaps enslaving myself to your darkest appetites was a mistake. Yes," he nodded with a deep sigh. "In love and shortsighted, that's what I was. I'd already leapt through portals for your sake, scoured strange cities, given up my home-how difficult could granting a more or less simple fantasy possibly be?" His grin transformed to menacing sneer. "And here we are a few years on. You more or less an addict, and me stuck as your dealer."
"I'm sorry," Emma breathed. I love you so much!
"Pushed to the limits of my imagination."
"Thank you."
"Not to mention the actual physical work. Dear God, Swan, I had no idea what catering to this urge would demand of me!"
"I'm sorry-thank you-I'msosorry!" Her words came out in a breathy, excited rush.
Her Owner released her from his grip and took a step back. "I assumed all you meant by 'submission' was a few minutes of the crop, a bit of handcuffs and blindfolds, and maybe some mild name calling." He took another large step back and folded his arms. "But no. Turns out it takes hours upon hours to break my depraved Princess down to the wrecked mess she loves to become."
"I know," Emma whined, eager to feel the sting of whatever Hook might be planning.
"But I love her so much. My Princess. And I chose to give in every time she asks. I surrender."
"Thank you."
"Mold myself into the Master she dreams of."
"Thank you!"
"I've become quite the horrible creature for your sake, you know."
"I know, I know,"
"I've given you the crop," he stepped closer. "The whip." Closer. "The leash, binding, gags, orders, monumental degradation! Hell, when you get right down to it, fucking you is the least of my efforts."
"Thankyousomuch, oh God, thank you!" This was a an exhilarating new method of build up. Hook usually leveled some sort of challenge or task right away. How long will this go on? She wondered, damp with curiosity.
"And still!" Again Hook loomed inches from her face, though no part of his body touched hers. "Still you beg for worse! Slut, whore, slave, so many humiliating titles! Dozens more! Do you recall a few?"
Emma spoke up immediately. "Cum slut, easy pussy, worthless fuck, ruined toy, cheap ride, greedy whore-"
"I said a few!" He yelled, pinning her to the wall. "But since we're on the subject, do you truly remember the entire catalog?"
"Of course!" Emma insisted. "I love all of them. The names and how you describe me when I'm your toy. They're always perfect, too."
"Now that has got to be a lie!" Hook scoffed. "We've been at this for how many years now?"
"Maybe not every description," she corrected herself, wondering if the error would merit punishment. "But at least dozens."
"Alright then," He hurled her away from the wall toward the main room, fully entrenched in his role. Brutal. Fucking. Pirate. "Down on all fours, NOW!"
Emma complied.
"You're to crawl to our toybox, and you will recite a title or description with every step. If you repeat yourself, or pause to think longer than five seconds, I shall make you watch while I get myself off, then I'll be gentle as a kitten with you for at least an hour. Longer if you dare complain. Begin."
"May I ask one question?"
"Fine," Hook grumbled. "As long as it's not stupid."
"Does 'no repeats' apply to the ones I just listed?"
"Of course it applies to those as well! Now crawl before I get bored!"
Emma moved forward one step. "Mindless toy." Another step. "Selfish slut." Step. "Wet filth." Step. "Fallen trash." Step. "Indecent whore." Step. "Greedy pussy."
"Wonderful," Hook whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
Yes! The small victory bolstered her confidence. "Obedient toy." Step. "You wagered I could swallow cum all day." Step. "And beg for more." She paused for a beat, wondering if that counted as two separate thoughts, or their connection would count as a repetition. Hook said nothing of it, so she charged forward. "Bruised fuck-puppet." Step. "Pathetic abomination." Step.
Amazing! Thought Hook as he walked alongside her, prepared to deliver immediate punishment should she falter. She really does file them away somewhere in that incredible mind!
"Wet pain junkie." Step. "Deviant slave." Step. "That you . . ." her memory glitched for a half second, but she refused to let instinctive panic win. I win! Her whole being declared with thundering obstinance. I always win, it's what I do! "You were sure I'd trade all my dignity for cock!" She cried out. Step. Winner!
On and on it went until they reached the toybox. Her Owner was genuinely stunned. Both by her memory and his own creativity. So many varied titles and descriptors he'd assigned her in just a few years.
"Well done," he crouched down and stroked her hair. "My brilliant creature."
She leaned into his touch, certain the gentleness was meant to contrast whatever might happen next.
"Chore though you are, I do adore you." He stood up abruptly and pulled her to her knees. "But I've had quite enough of your voice for now." He opened the toybox and clothes box. "Topless, black lace panties, studded leather collar, blindfold, black stilettos. Put them on the moment I'm out of the room, and when I return I expect to see you kneeling in the doorway faced toward me with one of our toys in front of you. You're to root through the toybox to select one blindfolded, obviously."
"Yes, Sir." She closed her eyes and listened as he walked away.
"Oh and you have forty five seconds. Best to hurry."
Rooting through the toybox proved the biggest challenge. She'd walked and/or crawled all over the room blindfolded enough times to navigate from the closet to doorway with ease. But when it came to toys, they'd accumulated so many options. Some meant to hurt, some meant to tease, some meant to be inserted.
What do I want? She wondered, fumbling through the tangle. Apparently after the last time they played they tossed a few leashes back in the box without neatly winding them. Tick tock, Emma! She heard Hook's ambling footsteps drawing closer, and knew her time was almost out. In a split second decision she yanked on a leash, flinging out several toys, and grabbed one at random. Hook was mere steps away by the time she dropped to her knees in the designated spot.
"2.8 seconds to spare," he purred. "And I see we've selected the paddle."
That's what it was. Emma had paid no attention whatsoever to the item she grabbed. Getting to the assigned position in the time allotted was far too important. Besides, she trusted her Owner to make good use of whatever she selected.
"Hmmmmmm . . . "
She felt him move close.
"Though you did make quite a mess. Toys scattered about. Anyhow," his voice took on a businesslike, managerial tone. "Whenever I decide to hurt you, we'll begin with the paddle. But for now . . . "
Pure, slow lust snaked and curled down Emma's spine as she listened to Hook unzip his pants.
"As you just proved, I've named and described you in a great number of very creative ways." He paused to make sure she woutle hear the soft sound of him stoking himself. "I'm not sure you've adequately returned the favor."
Emma mewled, resisting the temptation to open her mouth and basically announce a readiness for cock. Instead she dedicated herself to total stillness and listening.
"Sir," Hook mused. "Master, brutal Pirate, they're all nice enough titles, but I think . . . "
The tip of his cock swept over her lips, leaving behind small traces of pre-cum.
"I think you can do better. So here's what's going to happen. If I'm in your mouth, you suck. If I'm not, you tell me all I am to you. And work your imagination as I have a mine, understand? Work, you pitiful . . ." he slid the head of his length just beyond her lips, "whining . . ." a bit deeper. "Wet. Hole." He thrust to the back of her throat and withdrew, leaving her to her own methods.
Emma took the cue and held his legs to steady herself as she ran her tongue around him several times before sealing her mouth around his hard flesh.
"Mmmmmmm," Hook moane again and again. "Lovely."
He pulled away without warning, and Emma found herself free to speak.
Shit! She scrambled to think of something, kicking herself that she'd failed to do so while sucking. "Uh, um-"
"What the hell am I to you, Emma?!" Hook shouted.
Real name, NO! Again she teetered close to panic. Come up with something NOW, or you'll end up with painless, lights out, missionary sex! He hadn't told her as much, but the hypothetical was more than likely, considering his usual tactics. "Better than any Master I ever dreamt up! My stupid fantasies were pathetic compared to you, y-"
Again he thrust into her mouth without warning. This time for less than a minute. She picked up where she left off the moment he pulled out.
"Your crop and your whip and your cock own me! You ruin me, wreck me, you're everything my whore pussy wants! Fucking ruthless-Mmph." Suck. Take it deep. She emitted a quaking whine every time he struck the back of her throat, and adjusted so he could slide a little bit further. It went on until her jaw ached, but still she spoke without pause every time he withdrew. "Strict Pirate! Brutal Master! Every time we play you break me so good I know I chose the ri-"
"Fast!" Hook growled as he guided her right hand around his base, and pushed her mouth back onto his weeping cock. "And be ready to swallow." He hissed and moaned as orgasm approached, hurried by the work of an expert. My expert. He stepped away and zipped up the moment it was over, never taking his eyes off the spectacle kneeling at his feet.
She stared back, flush-faced and panting, beaming with pride.
"How do you feel after sucking me off?" Hook asked.
"Purposeful." Emma replied, quiet and humble. "Talented-"
"Oh, you are that, indeed. Continue, and do speak up."
"Glad you like to use me," she said, raising her voice as ordered. "Grateful to be your cum slut. So ready to take more-to earn it," she quickly corrected. "After I swallow all I want is to suffer whatever it takes to win more cock."
"Then how lucky you selected the paddle." Hook smiled. "If memory serves it hurts like hell. Edge of the bed, all fours."
His pet obeyed, and he ambled along behind her in no great hurry. "You know," he mused mostly to himself, twirling the paddle in his hand. "I'm so used to regarding this thing as an instrument of payment or discipline, I can't even look another cheeseboard without feeling dirty. Ready, love?"
"Always."
"Right then. Let's see where we're at." Hook tucked the paddle into his belt and pulled the toy's panties to midway down her thighs, then slid a hand between her legs. "Uh-huh," he whispered as his fingers easily entered and massaged deep into her slick center. "Quite ready for one hell of a fuck, I'd say." He splayed out his fingers and thrust back and forth as he spoke, adding digits when the path became too easy. "But it'll be a while before I'm ready to service my poor starving slave again. She'll just have to settle for this."
"Mmmmmm," Emma whimpered, ecstatic as a fifth and final finger pushed inside. She tensed and shivered around the immense pressure of her Owner's fist as it filled her, stretching every muscle taught.
"I'll fist you for a bit," he informed her, "paddle you sore, and then I am taking a damn break."
"Yes!" Emma cried out, rocking her hips in time to the pace of his thrust. "May I touch myself, Sir?" Please say yes!
"If you must."
"Thank you!" Emma rasped, rubbing her clit as the thud of her heartbeat rose quickly from fast to frantic.
A few minutes later Hook felt the toy's flesh begin to ripple and surge against his hand, clamoring for more friction. There we are, he thought when absolute release finally broke free and flooded her core. The heat of wet sex coursed around his hand as she bucked and rocked against him, yelling out obscene compliments every second. He stilled and let her ride through the height of it, occasionally pressing or curling his fingers when he sensed it would be helpful. "Thank god that's over!" Hook declared when it ended. He fell to the mattress by her side and rolled onto his back. "My arm was getting tired-oh no, no!" He insisted when she stopped touching herself. "By all means continue. Enjoy a few aftershocks. It will be a moment before I've the energy to bruise your ass properly, so you may as well stay occupied. Speaking of which, clean this up."
Though blindfolded, she knew his hand was somewhere near her face. The pungent scent of orgasm hovered nearby.
"My obedient slut," Hook whispered with genuine affection when Emma found the object of her task and set about lapping ano sucking, adjusting to whichever way he moved his hand. "Prized and precious, always." His other hand swept gently through her hair. "I am in so many ways a changed man because of you, Swan. So many, many ways."
The overtly sentimental declarations had no place in their usual gameplay, and under normal circumstances such contradictory tenderness might annoy her, but this was not their usual game. It was their first game as an engaged couple. Given the circumstances, the sudden change of tone felt natural. Anyhow, she trusted him not to let it go on too long and break the scene.
Once his fuck-slicked hand was clean he delicately traced the contours of her face and blindfold.
"To think I might never have known the full extent of your talent . . ." he sighed. "This depthless lust for humiliation and force."
"Mmmmmmmmm," Emma sighed in reply as a warm, smaller, semi-orgasm radiated through her body. "Yes."
"Even when I'm not fucking you, you're a monumental chore to please-and if I gave you cock right now you'd barely feel a thing. Nor would I." Hook's touch on her face slowly morphed into a stern grip as he spoke. "Fisted so wide and soaking wet as you are? It would be like sinking my dick into an ocean. Completely pointless."
Emma tried not let her imagination jump ahead and start fantasizing about the paddle, but it was difficult. She really wanted to hurt. ADULT! TIME! PLEASE!
"I suppose it's a good thing I'm still too weary to get hard." Hook went on. "It would be incredibly annoying to stand in need of tight pussy and have nothing but a ruined disgrace at my disposal."
"I'll be almost back to normal in a few hours," the toy said breathlessly. "Three or four. Especially if I use those things Brown Eyes sent us, she swears by them."
"I forgot about those," Hook chuckled. "I don't often provide you this particular service, so we seldom have need of them. Though I am glad to have them around on the odd occasion I give in." He reached beneath her body and pinched a nipple hard enough to make her cry out. "Thinking of it now," he sighed almost absentmindedly as he continued to pinch, twist, and knead her breasts with ceaseless aggression, "given the sheer girth you so clearly love to take, it's a wonder any average man's cock has ever been enough to satisfy you. I've never considered myself lacking in that particular department, but you? You're ridiculous!" He released her breast, reared up, and bit her shoulder so hard, he half expected to hear the Safeword.
"AH!" Emma screamed in both shock and delight as Hook went on biting and sucking, ruthlessly branding his property. "Ah! Ah! Ah! AH!"
The jerk and writhe of her body, as well as the pitch of her screaming all said 'no, stop, please, please stop!' But the lack of 'Lemon,' (or any physical resistance whatsoever) said 'keep going, I can take it.' He'd developed a keen eye and ear for spotting it when she was truly close to the brink, and always eased off accordingly to assure the game didn't stop cold. Eventually he decided the one side was marked well enough, and threw her onto her back far enough up the mattress so he had room to kneel between her legs. "Now for the front of you. Feel free to touch or clutch at me while I work."
Emma drew in one sharp gasp after another as Hook attacked her thighs, starting with the fleshy inside parts. "Fuck!" She yelled, arching her back and raking her hands through his hair. "Fuck me!"
"Not yet," Hook shook his head. "Though I believe I'm done mangling this beautiful flesh of yours. I know I've said it a hundred times by now, but you are exhausting." He pushed himself off the bed and slid to the floor. "I despise half measures, and that's all I could manage in this condition. The paddle will have to wait."
Emma completely failed to contain a sound of deep frustration. After getting through the last few minutes, she was riding an intense high. It was her sweet spot, and she wanted to stay there a while before coming down.
"Shut. Up." Her Master ordered quietly as he pulled himself to his feet, glaring down with menace even though Emma was blindfold and couldn't it. Mustn't break the character in any way, Hook cautioned himself. Could affect the performance. "Do honestly think I'd cheat you out of all I promised?"
"No," the toy whispered.
"Then you understand the pain it would cause me to ever disappoint you?"
"Yes, I understand."
Hook tucked the paddle into his belt. "Then keep all that selfish lust silent while you wait, and do as you're told in the meantime." The words were spoken low, but his tone dripped with aggressive power.
"Yes, Sir."
"Brilliant!" He chirped as though they'd just finished a pleasant chat. "Now back to the edge here, on all fours, as you were before."
She moved carefully back into position, determined not to fall off the bed.
Hook swept her hair to one side and rumbled in her ear. "I promise, with all my heart. You shall hurt when I am able to deliver as you deserve."
Emma bit her lip, wanting to beg to the point of tears, but certain that to do so would cost a terrible price. Don't do it, you idiot! He'll make us go somewhere with candlelight and white tablecloths! She could almost hear the soft violin music. Instead, earphones carrying the loud blare of The Rolling Stones suddenly covered her ears. Huh . . .
Hook meandered around the room, admiring his work from every angle. "Can you hear me, Emma Swan?" He asked at a slightly-louder-than-conversational volume. No response. "Good." He walked out of the room without a backward glance.
Twenty minutes. That was the minimum time limit he'd set himself. Normally the wait would be difficult, an outright struggle to suppress his own desire to play. But this time he actually needed the intermission. Throat fucking, fisting, defiling a great percentage of her body. You've done quite a bit in a short amount of time. He knew exactly how things would go upon immediate return to the game. The paddle. Obviously. But once that's over, then what? Something new? He wracked his brain and got nothing. Owning her the moment she returned home from an entire week away was literally the last thing he'd expected. Short of dashing out right away to get her teeth cleaned, he could think of nothing less likely.
In short, while her requests for use often came at surprising or even bizarre times, this was a whole new level. And he felt a whole new level of unprepared. Improvising under such pressure proved a daunting challenge. He sat down on the couch, tapped his heels, and drummed his fingers on both knees. A vast pool of ideas swirled in his mind, most disappearing into the funnel of discarded options. What could possibly be new for us? Basically everything that fell under the heading of 'we haven't tried it' was either something they couldn't do without traveling far, far away from Storybrook, or something neither of them cared to try, like electric stimulation. How anyone could find even mild electrocution erotic-would you FOCUS, you nitwit?! Ten minutes down and you're still drawing a blank! By time the last few minutes ticked down, he had a scenario roughly outlined. Some things they had done before, but combined in a new arrangement. I've got time to edit if needed.
Blindfolded toy gave no indication she knew he was there when he strode back into the room. "Emma Swan, can hear me?" He asked at the same volume as before. No reaction. Perfect. Quick now. He meant to land the first strike before she could register his presence in any way. Even the slightest hint of body heat would be too much, so kept far to the side of her, approaching quickly with arm drawn back, ready to deliver.
"Nnngh!" She gripped the blankets and lurched violently forward, head falling to the mattress.
Hook swung twice more before removing her earphones and tossing them and the iPhone aside. "It's nice to see you, too," he purred, swinging again. And again.
His Princess cried out some form of objection to every other blow, but just as before uttered nothing even close to lemon. Anytime he chose to be especially unrestrained, he always listened extra carefully for so much as an "L" sound, in case she was too pained for the whole word. Master? Yes. Abuser? No. Never beyond her liking. He'd sooner walk a plank with bricks tied to his feet than truly harm his Swan. The submissive in actual control while controller submits. Reality and appearance arranged as exact opposites.
"Do you have any IDEA-" he struck. "How HARD-" strike. "I worked to become THIS for YOU?" Strike and strike. "The first time I could hardly BEAR . . . to watch you SUFFER!" Strike, strike, strike. "My soul's instinct is to PROTECT YOU!" His voice took on a dangerous growl. "From such HARM!"
"Th, thank . . . thank you." Emma whispered, barely able to speak.
"Bloody right!" He moved to the other side of her body and continued. "A hundred TIMES-" a series of wicked blows, then he paused and waited for the Safeword. No word. Strike. "A hundred times I tried to STOP!" Strike. "Be done with this SICKNESS!" He set down the paddle and leaned over her body, hand fisted in her hair. "Can you guess why I didn't?"
Emma nodded.
"Do speak up, pet."
"For me," she answered, her voice shaky. "You learned to do all this for me."
"Precisely." He stood up again and swung the paddle, this time aiming for her thighs. "The thought of denying you ANYTHING," strike, "anything at ALL," strikestrikestrike, without pause. "Was even worse than twisting myself into this HIDEOUS," strike. "ABHORRENT," strike, strike. "MONSTER!" He stopped to catch is breath. "And now I'm as utterly damned as you are. I'm thrilled when you ask to play-" an almost gentle strike. "And I love being dragged around on a leash those rare occasions I submit to YOU!" Back to unrestrained force. "The old me would have NEVER," strike, "ALLOWED," strike. "Such insulting HUMILIATION!" He bellowed, swinging and swinging until her entire backside and thighs were beet red and showing signs of bruising in some spots. I am a wretched weakling compared to this woman! Hook was absolutely convinced, and had been for a long time, that if her fortitude were translated to physical height, she'd tower over giants by an embarrassing margin.
Deep down he suspected she also knew he'd not hold up so well as her when it came to pain. When their roles were switched, yes pain was involved, but she tended to place heavier emphasis on tests of endurance, degradation, and rage. He didn't mind being the weaker partner in that one respect. In fact, as he gazed at his treasure, hair thrashed, back sheeted with sweat, and chest heaving in the wake of her latest challenge, he could only feel proud of her. It was her strength that first attracted him, and her strength that would hold him close forever. Happily. Careful, mate. Remember the game. "Stand up." He snapped. "And be quick about it." He took her by the arm and guided her directly in front of the mirror.
Given her experience with blindfolded navigation around the room, Emma knew exactly where she stood. God, what must I look like by now? Every inch of her body throbbed, hot and stinging.
Rather than remove the blindfold, Hook selected a series of items from their clothes box, and helped Emma dress without a word. A leather collar and leash, tight leather corset, panties (lace), garter belt and stockings, and stiletto heels.
"Fiiiiiiiinal touch," Hook muttered as he brought the toy's arms behind her back and taped her wrists together. "Now have a look." He removed her blindfold. "Feel free to turn around, I want you to see the whole picture."
All white. Emma noticed, and the panties were flimsy enough to clearly show her red and purple flesh beneath, the screaming evidence of resolute obedience.
Hook took ahold of her leash and wrapped it around his hand until there was only enough give for him to stand flush against her body. He positioned himself behind and wrapped an arm around her waist. They both admired her reflection in silence.
"Mmmmmm," Hook placed a line of delicate kisses from the crook of her neck down the slope of her shoulder. "You know how in this land it's customary for little miniature figurines of the bride and groom to be placed atop a wedding cake?"
"Yes."
"This is what yours should look like. It won't, of course, but it should. Don't you agree?" He gave the leash a harsh tug and tightened his grip around her waist.
"Yes," she whispered. "I do, yes."
"'I do,'" Hook chuckled. "Aren't we the clever one. And why should our little wedding statues look this way? What do we look like?" He pointed to the mirror and gave her leash another hard tug.
"It looks like you own me," Emma replied with a warm smile, eyes wandering over all the darkening marks on her breasts and thighs. "Like I'm your personal whore and I'd do anything to stay that way."
"Indeed." Hook nodded. "Of course if we were completely authentic about it, we'd also have to write something degrading on the front of her bodice in tiny letters. 'Wedded slut' or the like."
Emma whined as his hand slid beneath her panties.
"Have you any suggestions, my dearest creature?"
"Married cock toy." Somehow, she didn't even need to think about it. The phrase came to her like magic.
"Ooooooooh," Hook sighed as he nuzzled her throat. "Clever and shameless."
"Completely shameless," Emma agreed, squirming as the 'brutal fucking Pirate' slowly massaged her clit.
"I would write that very thing on this bodice, but it's good leather and I don't want to mangle it." He bit down on a patch of already marked flesh.
Emma jolted and hissed.
It was a quick bite. Over in a split second.
"Married cock toy." Hook spun her around suddenly, wrapping more of her leash around his hand. "That you shall be, love. I may write it on your skin at some point during our honeymoon."
Cabin, was their tandem thought.
As expected, Hook did have to wait several hours before his slave's worked over pussy was in any condition to provide adequate amusement. He checked every hour on the hour. "It's a good thing I seldom allow you this indulgence," he said at one point, in reference to how hard she came while he was buried up to the wrist. "Or you'd end up hopelessly broken in for good, and I'd never have another decent fuck in my life!"
"I don't need the indulgence anyway," Emma replied from her position, prone on the couch and waiting patiently to be checked again, intermittently using the downtime to exercise the muscles she had to tighten in order to be of use.
"Lie." Hook spat back, glaring.
"No," she swore with devout authenticity. "I don't care if you never-"
"The way you cum when I do it begs to differ!" Hook cut her off. "I doubt even a ten thousand dollar whore could fake such enthusiasm!"
"I do love it," Emma rephrased, clenching and releasing around the medium sized exercise device inside her. "But I don't need it."
"Oh?"
She shook her head, tensing and releasing again. "Not like I need cock."
Hook raised a dubious eyebrow. "Still not convinced, really."
Emma's hips writhed as she worked her core around the device. "Cock may not be as wide, but a fist can't cum in me."
"I see," her Master flashed a wicked grin. "Let's see where we're at, shall we?"
Emma spread her legs and sighed as two fingers sunk inside and a thumb brushed rhythmically over her clit.
"This will do." He curled his fingers around her exercise toy and removed it, tossing the thing unceremoniously across the room.
"Uh!" Emma went slack with relief. Finally. Maybe it was the engagement, or the week away, or just how perfectly she and Hook worked together as a bizarre team, but for some reason this game had her willing and eager to push through anything all damn day if that's what it took to prove how badly she wanted her Master's cock. Cum. Ownership. How will you make me take it? She wondered. How are you going to fuck me? And where? Am I chained? Gagged? I haven't been gagged yet-
"Is the weather nice where you are?" Hook bellowed, pulling her off the couch by her leash. "Stay on your knees and listen up! You'll wait there ten minutes per offense if I have to repeat a single word!"
"Mmhmm!" Emma nodded, eager to receive commands.
"While you've had most of the day to lay here and do nothing, I've planned and gotten things in order."
"Thank you."
"Swan, if it goes without saying do us both a favor and don't say it. Right, job one: yesterday I actually did make reservations at the restaurant where you beat me to the proposal. You are going to call and cancel the reservation while I go down on you. You will also book another one, anytime between six and nine, preferably on the weekend, but Monday or Wednesday will work as well. Their computer system is slow as mud, but do not hang up until the new reservation is confirmed. I'll stop licking you the second the call ends, after which you will put on a trench coat and go to the car-I'll take off the leash and collar, but that's it. Pop the trunk and take an inventory of what I've selected. These will be your options. I'm using the spreader bar regardless, I want those legs wide. But I might give you a choice on whether or not to bend you over and lock your hands in as well. Haven't made up my mind there. Moving on: you will select one item of clothing, one gag, and choose three obscene phrases from the envelope provided. You will memorize these phrases and recite them while I fuck you along with whatever embellishments I demand."
He could see one lingering question swimming in her eyes.
"As for where you're to be fucked, you'll see when we arrive. Now go fetch the phone and return to the couch before you dial. You will stand, I will sit, I will lick, and whatever sweet clueless person answers your call had better not detect the slightest hint of what's going on between your legs. Do you have all that? Need I repeat anything?"
"No, Sir," Emma shook her head. "Of course not, Sir."
Hook smiled. "Stand up."
She obeyed.
"Married cock toy," he muttered. "And what shall my title be as a married submissive?"
Emma hesitated, uncertain whether or not he was asking rhetorically.
"Go on," Hook encouraged. "It should be you who chooses it."
"Hmmmm . . . " Emma gave the question studious consideration. "Wife's clit slave."
Hook lunged in and kissed her with all his might as he unfastened and removed the collar around her neck. "Til death do us play, yes?" He asked quietly when they pulled apart.
Emma drew a deep breath and tried to lock that precise moment away in her mind as she echoed the vow. "Til death do us play."