The first version I had in my head was actually a little bit more 'playful' than this version. But after reading a conversation about kinky sex on Tumblr the story took a slightly different course. So it gets a little ... let's call it rawer than I first intended to write it.

Like I said in the description ... this is rated M for a reason! Smut, language, dirty talk, some kink! You've been warned!

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Proving a Point

Emma stumbled into the apartment, slipping out of her boots before the door was even closed. She was exhausted. All she needed right now was a hot bath and a glass of wine. Maybe some music to relax. Everything that would help her to erase a certain pirate out of her mind.

"Swan? I have a question." Emma didn't even flinch when she heard his voice behind her. He was a pirate after all. Breaking into an apartment was probably a piece of cake for him.

Turning around slowly, she pierced him with her gaze, ignoring the flutter in her stomach as she saw his ruffled appearance. The scruff was more pronounced than usual making his eyes even bluer, his hair was tousled, probably from the wind outside and her fingers itched to thread through it.

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she stiffened, cocking an eyebrow impatiently and his mouth tilted up into a smirk, a smirk that made her fear what would come next and he raised his hand, her eyes falling on the object in his hand for the very first time, flinching inwardly as he asked with a slight drawl. "What do you need that for?"

Oh! Fuck! No!

She was tired and frustrated. She couldn't deal with him right now on top of everything else. She didn't have her body under control any longer. It wanted something completely different than her mind.

"What are you doing here?" She asked exasperatedly.

"You know, there is no need for you to use this." Killian said, waving the vibrator through the air, his grin widening into one of his infamous pirate smiles as he added. "You could have just asked me."

An image of him laying on her bed naked, waiting for her to use him for her own satisfaction flashed up in her brain and she groaned inwardly, forcing the pictures violently back.

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

Turning around, she walked briskly towards the door, having every intention of throwing him out. But before she could reach for the door knob she was pushed against the door, his body pressing hard into hers, his suddenly hoarse voice directly beside her ear sending shivers down her spine.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You want me to fuck you since the moment we laid eyes on each other and don't even start to deny it, Swan. You want me."

He swirled her around, slamming her back against the door and Emma raised her hands with the intention to push him away but her hands curled around the lapels of his leather coat instead, crunching the material between her fingers, everything in her fighting the urge to yank him forward and kiss him senseless.

His eyes darkened and a jolt went through her as he spoke again, his voice low and harsh with passion. "You want me to fuck you. Hard. Rough. You want me to make you scream."

"I don't ..." Emma started, wanting to deny it but his mouth interrupted her as it crashed down on hers, kissing her with a fervor that set her body on flame. His scruff was scrubbing harshly over her skin as he devoured her mouth, his tongue darting aggressively inside and bucking his hips forward, he pressed her harder against the door, his arousal digging into her stomach. Her hands shot to his head, gripping his hair as she answered him with the same fire, her nails leaving marks behind as she dug them into his flesh and she slipped her leg up his thigh, grinding against him.

Wrenching his lips from hers, he grabbed her hand, yanking her forward towards her bedroom and a part of her wondered how he knew where she was sleeping but the thought went up in flames a second later, burned by the passion coursing through her. She could hear his harsh breaths, could feel the tension vibrating through his body as his fingers tightened around hers as he pulled her into his arms for another hard kiss before he pushed her back towards the bed.

"Lose your clothes, Swan." He commanded, turning around and jerking a drawer open, rummaging around as he suddenly stopped and Emma followed his gaze, a shiver running down her spine as she spotted what had caught his attention. Her handcuffs.

He turned around slowly, a sly smile curving up his lips as he reached for the cuffs, slipping his hook under it and pulling them up, letting them dangle down, the metal of his hook and the cuffs clinking together. "Might use these another time."

Her eyes narrowed, her stomach clenching painfully and no matter how hard she tried to keep unfazed by his words, her body didn't want to listen, reacting to the passion blazing out of his eyes.

"Take off your clothes, darling."

He raised an eyebrow, his mouth tilting up into a knowing smirk as he let his gaze travel up and down her body, making her feel as if she was already standing naked in front of him. The smirk on his face widened as his eyes met hers, his gaze a silent challenge and she could hear the question clear in her head as if he had spoken the words out loud.

Are you backing out?

This was insane. He was going to tie her up. She would be completely helpless. What was she doing? She didn't know him well enough. She didn't trust him up on that beanstalk and now she was willing to trust him with her body?

You have completely lost your mind, Swan.

But she was tired of being reasonable, for always trying to do the right thing. This ... letting him do this, was wrong on so many levels and a part of her was backing away in shock, but there was this other part. The part that was already shaking in anticipation of feeling his hand and hook on her, of seeing the hunger and need in his eyes. She wanted to unleash the passion boiling inside of her.

I can't take a chance that I'm wrong about you.

The alarm bells were ringing in her ears, telling her she should throw him out. Right now. He was a pirate. He was a dangerous man. Was she really willing to take a chance with him now? With this?

Her eyes flickered back to him, leaning casually against the drawer, his whole stance exuding confidence and smugness. For a second she almost opened her mouth and told him to get the hell out of her apartment but then she met his gaze, the slow simmering fire burning in their depths making the decision for her. She wanted him and to hell with all the reasons she should throw him out.

She held his gaze as she lifted her hands and started to unbutton her shirt, shrugging out of it and letting it fall down to the floor, the look in his eyes turning to raw desire as she was revealing more and more skin. She took her time, slipping out of her clothes piece by piece, only hesitating for a second before she let her panties and bra follow the rest.

He jerked his head towards the bed, demanding silently that she should lay down, waiting for her to move before he turned around again and took two scarves out of the drawer behind him.

Walking slowly towards the bed, he let the scarves fall onto the nightstand, flipping on the bedside lamp, his eyes trailing a path over her naked body and her nipples already tightened in anticipation, aching for his touch.

The mattress tipped towards his body when he sat down on the bed beside her and she raised one hand, wanting to trail her fingers over his scruff but he shook his head, gesturing towards the bed frame as he bend forward to retrieve the scarves from the nightstand and Emma understood, scooting backwards and stretching out her arms over her head until she felt the metal of the head rest against her wrists.

His fingers brushed her skin as he slipped one scarf through the frame, shooting sparks of electricity through her body and she held her breath as he leaned forward and tightened the scarf around her wrist by gripping one of the ends with his mouth. She remembered the last time he'd done that, at the top of the beanstalk. Even then it had felt more sexual than it probably should have. But now … now it made her almost come when he slipped over her body to repeat the action on her other hand.

How pathetic was that? She was almost getting off by a man closing his mouth around a scarf.

He tugged at her restraints lightly, making sure that they weren't too tight before he stood up again, shrugging out of his coat and throwing it over the chair, his hand reaching behind his head to grab his shirt and Emma just realized that he wasn't wearing one of his vest when he yanked the shirt over his head, making her mouth dry up in an instance, all the wetness rushing southwards.

Oh my God!

She should have expected him to look like this. She actually had hoped he would look like this. But she still wasn't prepared for the sight in front of her. He had just the right amount of muscles. Not too much and not too less. With every movement the muscles over his stomach bunched and she had to gulp hard, the desire to touch him making her almost forget that she was tied to the bed.

His hand went to the contraption his hook was linked into and she bit her tongue to not blurt out that he should keep it on. But he hadn't intended to take it off, his fingers just tugging at the leather straps that crossed over his arm to make sure it was sitting right.

The metal was glinting in the light of the lamp, reminding her once again that he was a dangerous man. She wasn't really trusting him. He was a stranger after all. At least too much of a stranger to let him tie her up. But she let him do it anyway and now she was bursting into flames, the battle her mind and body fought against each other making every nerve ending in her body sizzle.

He sat down beside her, careful to not touch her, his eyes roaming over her body once again before he met her gaze, a wolfish grin suddenly splitting up his face. "So tell me, Swan. Are you already wet for me?"

Oh my God! He is a dirty talker!

She felt already more aroused than she should, considering that he still hadn't touched her and she bend her knees, her legs falling open on their own accord, heat surging through her as his eyes dropped to the apex of her thighs.

"Of course you are!" Putting his hand and hook on her knees, he spread her legs wider apart. "I will go down on you now, Swan. I will taste you, working you over with my mouth and fingers until you are a quivering mess."

Her body was humming, almost exploding and then he lowered himself between her legs, his lips brushing over her thighs, his fingers trailing up her stomach.

She jerked up when his tongue licked over her and just a second later she felt his hook pressing against her, separating her folds and the feeling of the cool metal pushed her almost over the edge and then his mouth was back, licking and sucking, driving her insane.

She didn't even realize that his hand had moved downwards again, but suddenly she felt it between her legs, his finger pushing in her a second later and a guttural moan slipped over her lips as he added a second one.

"You taste so fucking good, Swan!" Killian growled, his fingers still pushing in and out of her while he watched her. "Do you know how good you taste, Swan?"

He didn't even give her the time to answer him in any way because before she could even open her mouth, he had slipped along her body already, moving faster than she could have imagined, his tongue delving in, kissing her aggressively, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

She could feel him pressing against her and she lifted her legs, wanted to wrap them around his waist but his hand shot down, pressing her leg back onto the sheet before he let go of her mouth and rolled out of bed.

She followed him with her eyes, wondering what he was doing, the breath hitching in her throat as he grabbed the vibrator from the dresser and returned to the bed.

"Did you think of me while using this, Swan?" Killian rasped, rubbing the vibrator back and forth over one of her nipples. "Did you imagine my hand caressing your body while you pushed it into you, wishing it would be me?"

He let the vibrator slip down her body, over her stomach, her eyes glazing over as he pushed it into her, just a few inches, and she let out a strangled gasp when his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking it in hard as he pressed the vibrator deeper into her, his thumb rubbing over her clit, pushing her closer and closer and she was already feeling the orgasm, it was so close that she could already taste it but a second before she would have tumbled over the edge his mouth was gone. Everything was gone.

"What?" Emma cried out, her heart was hammering in her chest as she drew in some deep breaths, her body screaming for the release he had denied her.

"Should I finish you off with this?" He spoke softly, holding the vibrator up in the air. "Or do you prefer the real thing?"

Her eyes fell automatically to his mid-section, his arousal straining the leather of his pants, another ball of need shooting straight between her legs and she bit her tongue to keep herself from whimpering.

"I see you've made your choice."

He joined her on the bed again, leaning down until his face was mere inches away from hers. "You should have chosen the plastic. It would have been fast and satisfying and I would have made you scream. Now I'm gonna take my bloody time with you, bringing you close over and over again until you beg me to give you the release you're craving."

She opened her mouth to disagree but then he closed his mouth over her nipple again and she lost any coherent thought. His hand pushed her legs apart, his finger slamming into her, pumping her. Hard. Curling inside of her, making her moan his name. She arched her back, his hand and mouth seemed to be everywhere, the fact that his hook was always pressing somewhere against her skin, the cool metal feeling like a silent threat, was driving her crazy.

And he kept his promise. Every time she felt the orgasm building up inside her, already anticipating the waves crashing down on her, he stopped, leaving her at the edge, unable to jump since she couldn't use her own hands to just finish it.

"Fuck you!" His tongue licked once over her folds and she hissed out a breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "You are a bastard, Killian Jones."

His eyes bored into hers as his fingers separated her folds once again, pushing into her just a few inches, his thumb hovering over her clit, waiting for her next reaction.

"God damn it!" Emma shouted, yanking at the scarves. "Stop torturing me!"

"I told you the plastic would have been the better choice!" He replied with a nonchalant voice, his fingers still not moving and Emma groaned out an expletive, letting her head crush back into the pillow.

"Okay!" She said after a minute of complete silence, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay?"

She wanted to touch him, wanted to just grab him and position him where she wanted him the most but her hands were bound and she couldn't drive him as crazy as he drove her.

"I'm not gonna beg!" She gritted out through clenched teeth. "But you better get in me now, Killian Jones! Because if you don't …. I'm gonna shoot you the moment I can get my fingers on my gun!"

"That's close enough to begging for me."

She almost passed out as he felt him against her, his hand slipping under her hips, and then he pushed into her and he barely was in her when she already exploded but he pressed into her further, burying himself in her completely and her world turned upside down, her walls gripping him tightly as he stretched her to her limits. Her body arched into his, every fiber of her being on fire as she felt him pulsing inside of her as her walls convulsed around him and even while riding on the high a part of her still wondered how he could even fit because he was so big and it had been so long since she had last been with a man. But it felt so good, so pure. She never wanted to come down. She wanted to stay in that moment forever.

But eventually she had to and a wave of regret washed over her as her orgasm subsided but then he started to move in her. Pulling out excruciatingly slow, making her feel every inch of him and then he stopped, his tip just touching her and she bruised her wrists as she jerked forward, her hands wanting to reach for him, wanting to force him to push into her again, a whimper escaping her and she pushed her hips upwards, trying to pull him further in but he pressed his hook against her stomach, staying her movements.

"No, lass! I'm in control here."

She shot him an angry gaze that should have burned his skin but he just chuckled and shook his head and she opened her mouth to throw some more obscenities into his face when he rocked his hips forward, burying himself completely in her and the obscenities died on her tongue, a long moan escaping her instead.

Writhing under him, she hoped she could make him snap but he didn't stop torturing her. She had thought he just wanted to prove his point and would lose control after he'd achieved his goal. But that wasn't the case. He still kept taunting her.

It felt as if an eternity lay between each of his thrusts, his tongue twirling around her nipple every so often, a short nip and then he leaned back again, thrusting into her once before returning his attention back to her breasts. She couldn't keep the groans back any longer, a part of her realizing that she was moaning his given name over and over again as he pushed her towards the edge in such a slow pace that she thought she would die of heart failure before she would get her release. But he build the tension steadily up in her until she exploded a second time and when she came down from the high she wondered how he managed to not come. Maybe it was the three hundred years of experience that made him hold out for this long, she didn't know and she didn't care.

She was exhausted. Everything felt sore. But he kept pushing, harder and faster now, and she didn't want him to stop even though her body was protesting against every thrust. She bucked her hips, joining him in his frantic pace. She couldn't use her hands but she could still use the rest of her body and she clenched her walls around him, jerking her hips up and down, their movements becoming erratic as they chased the ultimate release.

Her whole body was trembling with exhaustion but she felt the third orgasm rising up in her and then his lips closed around her nipple, tugging at it hard, his hand reaching between their bodies, his finger rubbing roughly over her clit while he thrust into her and she wanted to tell him that it was too much, that he was hurting her but she couldn't. Because he pushed her further, making her forget that she had just felt pain as his finger flicked once again over her clit, his thrusts hitting her deep and she cried out, her walls gripping him so hard that she feared she would never be able to loosen them, quivers rushing through her body, knocking the breath out of her and she felt a last powerful thrust before he followed her.

~K&E~

He had rolled off of her, laying beside her with closed eyes and Emma lifted one leg with some effort, letting it trail over his shin and he blinked one eye open, waiting for her to speak.

"Did you prove your point?"

"I think I did." He drawled, shooting her a lazy smile.

"Can you please untie me then?"

"Of course, milady."

His hand grabbed for the knots, loosening them so that she could wriggle out of them. Rubbing with her fingers over the red marks the scarves had left on her wrists, she looked down her body, discovering a few more.

"I think we need safe words." Emma said, brushing her fingers over a red mark that looked a lot like a scratch, probably from his hook. It had been a little wild at the end. Her eyes searched his and she gestured towards the marks on her body. "This might get out of hand otherwise."

"You are surrendering without a fight?" Killian asked, propping himself up on one elbow, raising one eyebrow, a lopsided smile tilting up his mouth.

"Wipe that smug grin off your face. I'm just not that masochistic."

"I beg to differ."

"I'm not masochistic enough to deprive myself of this." Emma replied, wrapping her hand around his neck and pulling him down, capturing his lips in a greedy kiss before leaning back against the pillow, feeling smug about the slightly surprised expression on his face. "You are good, Hook. Very good and I want to do it again. So yeah, I'm not gonna fight it. When I need you, I'll let you know."

"I'm looking forward to it, Swan."

"Of course you do."

This is definitely the filthiest thing I have ever written. So, there is that.

Coming up next … Emma is 'torturing' Killian.

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