A/N I Own Nothing.

The first time Emma saw Killian Jones, aka The Captain, he was naked from the waist down, a busty brunet with her ruby lips stretched around his cock. The woman was scantily clad in a red silk and black lacy corset her long hair pulled back from her face was grasped firmly in Jones' hand. She was sucking his cock like her job depended on it, and Emma supposed it did. He was draped idly over a divan, not really paying attention to the woman worshiping his member.

He was carrying on a conversation with one of the men of his security detail, but stopped abruptly when Emma was escorted into the room. Emma was dressed in a pair of ripped jeans that hung low on her hips and a crop top that showed off her midsection and enhanced her cleavage. Her swan pendant necklace was her only personal item.

Emma felt his eyes rake over her body, appreciating the skin she had on display. She shivered under his scrutiny, but it was his job to make sure the girls were fit. Emma had to remember to breathe when he pulled the girl's mouth from his generous glistening length. This was for a case she reminded herself. In and out, two weeks undercover tops.

"Is this the one you were telling me about?" he asked one of his goons, his voice dark and husky with lust, and decidedly not American.

Emma felt her knees buckle just a little bit. How could he just sit there with his cock out, or receive a blow job while in a room with three or four other people? The man did run a sex club, Emma finally reasoned, his underlings had seen him in far worse states of undress. Emma tuned out the conversation between The Captain and Mr. Smee. Instead she tried to look anywhere else in the room except for the long hard, still dripping cock in front of her.

"See something you like?" The Captain asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

Emma gave him a sly smile, lustfully hooding her eyes, but gave no verbal response. She had been warned by Smee not to say a word to The Captain.

Infiltrating Neverland had been months in the planning, she would not ruin it on her first night. Neverland was actually owned by the elusive Mr. Pan whom no one ever saw, the business side of things was run by his right hand man Felix Nightshade and the girls were acquired by Jones.

The cherry lipped girl at Jones' feet leaned forward again to continue her earlier ministrations but he dismissed her, standing and pulling up his Jeans and zipping the fly. He was wearing a black dress shirt that showed more of his hairy chest than it covered and a red and black brocade vest over that. A long gold chain hung around his neck and the charms on it were down to where his shirt was actually buttoned.

"Take her to my private rooms, I want her ready and waiting for me" he ordered.

As Smee led her down a long dimly lit hallway Emma knew what was coming, she had signed up for this knowing she could handle a little abuse. The Captain always had new girls to himself before handing them out to clients. He wanted to know what they were best at or specialized in.

It had been a while since Emma had sex with a partner and she knew she was tight, she expected this to give her bonus points but he was huge, she was suddenly reconsidering her options. There was no way he wouldn't have her tonight. Even with another woman's mouth around him she had seen the way his eyes lit up at seeing her. He regarded her as if she were a feast for a starving man.

"If you'll be so kind as to wait in her miss" Smee said opening one of the many doors along the hallway. Shit Emma lost track of how far down the hall she was, she looked at the door for a clue but it was numberless.

"These are The Captain's quarters, he'll be along shortly." With that Smee left and Emma took stock of the room she found herself in.

It wasn't an overly large room, the floor and walls were done in wood making the room look like a cabin on a wooden ship. In one corner was a mini fridge and bar, it was mostly stocked with fancy rum and one bottle of white wine. There was a large carved mahogany desk in the center of the room and for a moment Emma wondered if this was Jones' actual office, but there was no paper work on the desk, only a globe and a sexton. Emma decided the desk was more for show, or to be used as a prop to have sex on. Against the left wall was a large and comfortable looking bed. The head board was made of wooden posts that Emma could easily imagine was used for restrains and bondage play. The room was lit only by six wall sconces spaced out around the room.

Emma startled when the door opened but breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing it wasn't him. A friendly faced elderly woman entered the room carrying an armload of corsets and costumes.

"Hello there dear, how are you tonight?" the matronly woman asked her.

"Good thank you, a bit nervous." Emma replied honestly.

"Nothing wrong with a bit of nerves" she said laying out the outfits on the bed, "now dear what should we put you in?" she asked, tapping at her chin.

Emma came over to inspect her options, she was rather fond of a blue and black corset but it was too similar to what the other woman had been wearing and Emma really wanted to make an impression on him. If she was good enough he might keep her to himself for a while and that was Emma's goal. She would be privy to all kinds of information if he chose her to be his arm candy for the next two weeks. She could even handle being his personal sex slave if it meant not having to pleasure anyone else.

"How about that one" Emma asked pointing to a white feathered number.

"Ooh, that is a good choice" the elderly woman cooed holding it up to Emma.

The outfit consisted of two pieces, string bikini style, except the whole thing was strung with soft, white feathers. It covered nothing. Emma's toned midsection was on full display, her hard red nipples poking through the feathers 'covering' her breasts. The feathers tickled her bare mound and Emma thanked whatever deity that was listening that she had remembered to shave today. She was perched on the bed, her long legs tucked up underneath her, back arched to push her chest forward.

Just when Emma was sure her legs were going to fall asleep the door opened and he entered. His hair was damp and he was dressed in a long black fleece bathrobe. The man had showered before coming to see her, and Emma shifted her legs a bit at the thought of him wanting to be clean for her. His hair looked sinful and Emma longed to run her fingers through it but held restraint.

He virtually ignored her as he made his way across the room to his well-stocked bar, and poured himself half a glass of rum. He took a few sips just standing there before finally walking over to the edge of the bed, and setting down his glass on the nightstand there. Emma had done a thorough search of the nightstand drawer and found it to be full of condoms and lube.

"You may have heard the other's referring to me as Mr. Jones, but to you I am The Captain. If I ask you a question you are to reply 'yes Captain' or 'no Captain' is that understood?" his voice serious and business like.

"Yes Captain" Emma replied, perhaps a bit too eagerly, she was suddenly ready for this night to be over.

"So lass, what's your name?" He asked casually, his wicked voice affecting her in ways it should be illegal.

"Whatever you want to call me, Captain." She replied, looking at him sideways through half closed lids.

He came around to the front of the bed and really looked at her.

"I like your choice of outfit, very bold" he declared, "makes you look like a swan" he continued more to himself than her.

"That's what I'll call you, Swan. Do you like your new name?" he asked.

Emma tried hard not to gulp, he was eerily close to her real last name, "yes Captain" she replied not taking her eyes off him.

"Good" he said, flashing a crooked grin that made heat pool between her legs.

He was dark and mysterious, exactly her type of man. Her rational brain tried to tell her this was all part of his act, all he had to do was snap his fingers and women would line up to suck his cock. Emma watched him as he moved back around the bed, taking another long sip of his drink before climbing up onto the bed.

Emma trembled with anticipation; waiting for him to touch her was absolutely nerve wracking. Instead of coming to her he propped up some of the extra fluffy pillows and lay back against them.

"Come lay beside me Swan" he offered, patting the space next to him.

Emma rolled effortlessly onto her knees and crawled up the bed, making sure he had a good view of everything, his eyes never left her body, and she smiled on the inside pleased she had captivated him so early in the game. She settled herself down on her side, propping herself up on her arm, pushing her breasts forward into his face.

"These are the rules" he said, his voice serious again, "this is my private room, if you get called in here it means I want you, and I always get what I want. Sometimes I like it rough; I won't ask your permission for anything, if I ask you 'do you want to suck my cock' it is a rhetorical question. If there is something you desperately object to you may use the word 'crossbones' to get out of it. Also you are not allowed to kiss me, that is too intimate an act for what I run here. If I want to kiss you, then I'll do so and not before. Is that understood?"

"Yes Captain" Emma was pleased to see he at least had some form of moral code.

"Now, do you want to suck my cock?" he asked, cocking his eyebrow and his voice taking on a leisurely tone.

"Yes Captain" Emma said in a voice that was safely between seductive and eager.

He pulled open his robe and Emma shimmed back down the bed to straddle his thighs. He was completely nude underneath the robe and Emma took a quick minute to enjoy the sight laid out before her. His chest was well toned and boasted a few scars; a particularly nasty one ran over the left side of his chest, where his heat would be. The dark hair Emma had spied earlier trailed all the way down leading straight to the base of his cock.

Emma could practically feel her eyes dilate just looking at him. His cock was already at half-mast and Emma wasted no time bringing the pink head into her mouth. Instantly Jones groaned out his pleasure, as if he hadn't only just received a blow job an hour ago, not to mention he probably jacked-off in the shower.

After a few gentle sucks Emma removed her mouth completely, but before he could protest Emma licked a strip up the underside of his cock, right along the thick vein that ran there, base to tip. Emma licked up the sides a few times, making sure his length was good and slippery before engulfing his head again and bringing up her hand to join in. she alternated between loose and firmer strokes bring her hand up from the base to meet her lips. She shifted a bit to get a better angle and began to bob her head taking in more and more of him every time she went down.

She was used to verbal lovers, men who really liked to tell her what to do and how to do it. She had lost count of the guys who forced her head down on them making her gag, and they weren't near as big as Jones. Other than the odd moan he gave virtually no response, it was almost like he was forcing himself to stay still. Emma realised he was purely trying to gage her skill, and not actually enjoy the act. Well that had to change. She took a chance and looked up at him, his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed, simply taking in the sensations she was causing, well that was no good. Blowjobs were always better if the people involved were making eye contact.

Emma pulled off him again, but kept her hand going, bringing it all the way up and rubbing her thumb across his sensitive head. He was leaking pre-come; that was a good sign. He hissed as Emma did it again, pulling a little too hard this time. She bent her head to her task again, and this time looking up at his face she licked straight across his leaking slit, Emma watched with joy as he opened his eyes wide and felt a twinge of pride when he looked down and saw her looking back at him.

They continued like that for a while more Emma pulling out all the stops as she twirled her tongue around his head, maintaining eye contact. He could no longer act unaffected, she heard his breath hitch, more than once and his chest was now rising and falling from his aroused breathing. He moaned again when Emma ever so gently brushed her teeth against him, causing him to jerk his hips up.

"Bloody hell woman" he cursed, and Emma was glad to register the note of want in his voice.

"You can stop Swan" he said, bringing his hand to her head. She pulled off and he trailed his hand down her cheek, sticking his thumb in her mouth instead.

Instantly she let her eyes fall shut and began sucking his thumb with renewed vigour.

He made a choking sound and Emma opened her eyes to see him watching her.

"Fuck, I have to have you, now" he ordered. Jones jumped up and shed his housecoat completely dropping it unceremoniously to the floor. He wretched the bedside table drawer open and pulled out one of the many condoms and quickly put it on himself.

"Are you wet for me Swan?" he asked, "touch yourself."

Emma perched up on her knees and slipped a finger under the string that cut into the apex if her thighs. Good lord she was dripping.

"Yes Captain" she moaned as her finger slid around in the liquid arousal she was coated in. How hadn't she noticed, since when did giving head make her so wet?

He convened with her back on the bed, and she removed her finger just as he shoved his whole hand down the front of feathered bikini bottoms. He wasted no time instantly slipping two fingers deep inside her.

"Fucking hell, your soaked, you little whore" he cursed, "Sucking my cock made you that wet for me?" he whispered the last part, like a lover would, his lips brushing her ear.

"Yes Captain" she said moaning again as he crooked his fingers finding her g-spot.

"That's a good girl" he whispered huskily into her ear, leaning close. "Fuck, I don't know how I want to take you."

He pushed her bottoms off, and then brought his fingers up to her mouth, "lick" he ordered, and she did.

Emma swirled her tongue in between his fingers and all around, sucking every last drop of her essence from them.

When he pulled them out his hands were instantly on her breasts removing the feathered top. She watched in silence as he just looked at her for a moment in reverence before latching his mouth to one of her pert nipples causing her to cry out. Damn that felt good. The tip of his tongue flicked wickedly at her erect nipple and Emma longed to sink her fingers back into her wet heat.

"Come, ride me" he ordered, lying back down in the position he had before. "I want to watch those gorgeous tits of yours bounce as you fuck yourself on my cock."

Emma groaned and this time when she crawled over to him she could feel her wetness running down her leg, and every time she brushed her legs together her clit got a little friction making her squirm.

"That's it darling, come on" he whispered encouragingly which was strange to hear his wrecked voice when he had been so quiet earlier.

Emma crawled up his body and slowly impaled herself on him, taking in his great length inch by inch letting him really fill her up in the best way possible. "Fuck you're tight" he groaned as she finally sheathed him inside her.

He let her set the pace, really giving her control by allowing her to ride him cowgirl. Emma switched it up often changing from hard and fast to soft and slow. Riding him until his cock almost slipped out of her leaking cunt then settling down and swivelling her hips. The whole while he cursed or moaned, and expelled praise. She manipulated the angle so his head brushed against that secret spot inside her, pulling a curse of two from her own lips. He fondled her breasts, rubbing them, teasing the nipple, she wanted him to suck them again, she wanted him to suck other places too.

When she was so close she could taste it, their moans filling the room, Jones gave the command for her to touch herself. Emma slid her hand down rubbing her finger over her sensitive nub, causing her to quicken her pace. Their movements were erratic now Jones hips pushing up into her as she ground down on him, with a shout Emma finally came her own sweet release pushing The Captain over the edge as well, as her walls fluttered around him. Emma could feel him pulsing deep inside her and she shivered with joy at the boneless feeling now creeping up inside her.

"Good job Swan that was very satisfying" he announced in a voice that was pure sin.

Fuck. Emma didn't know if she could handle two more weeks of this. Two weeks of mind blowing sex. Of being used by the man whose boss she wanted to shut down.

"I want you here waiting for me again tomorrow night" he said getting up and removing the used condom, he tied it and tossed it in a small garbage can by the bed and re-donned his housecoat.

"Yes Captain."

A/N I wrote this intending for it to be a one shot, just a quick idea that jumped into my head today. Depending on response and any other ideas that are forth coming I may continue with it.