My Bad, Bad Angel Put the Devil in Me

“At least they had the decency to let me unwrap you myself,” the Captain scoffed to his own amusement as he rubbed the thin material with the pad of his thumb and slid it lower along the hem. Cold metal scraped her shoulder, and she gasped as she caught sight of the harsh metal hook at the end of his left arm. Tucking the hook and his finger beneath the fabric of the gown, the Captain slipped it off her shoulders, letting it rest loosely around her arms as he knelt behind her. He gathered her hair to one side and pushed it forward as his lips perused the other side of her neck.

“It’s alright, darling,” the Captain cooed teasingly as Emma flinched at his explorative mouth. “I only bite when you beg for it.”

“Please don’t.”

“Shhh.” He raised a finger to her lips as he looped the tip of his hook beneath the chain. “Do you know what this means, love?” he asked, lowering his hand for her to answer.

Emma couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, much less respond to such a dangerous question. She shook her head nervously.

“It means you belong to me.”

Emma shivered as the Captain removed his hook from the chain and began unlacing the ties down her back.

“But don’t worry, darling,” he purred as he loosened her gown and let it drop to the floor, draping across the backs of her legs as it pooled at her knees and bared her to him completely. His hand snaked around the front of her, his palm dragging down the expanse of her stomach until his fingers met the warmth between her legs. “I always take good care of my possessions.”

He massaged her flesh carefully as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, chuckling softly against her skin as she gasped and pulled away only for his hand to chase her.

“What’s your name, lass?” he muttered against the base of her ear.

“Em—Emma,” she answered reluctantly.

“Emma,” he echoed, humming low as he tested her name on his tongue. “Emma.” His fingers inched closer to where she pretended she didn’t already ache with a desire she wouldn’t admit she had. “Well, Emma, I’m going to take what I deserve from you, darling, as was the intention of your presence here. But I promise I’ll make you enjoy every moment of it.”

Emma shrieked as the Captain shoved two fingers inside her. Her hand shot to his wrist in a futile effort to stop him as he pumped and curled them, but he caught her arm in the crook of his hook with a disapproving growl.

“Now, there will be none of that, lass,” he sneered, wrenching her arm behind her back. “Interrupt me again, and there will be consequences for you. Do you want that?”

“No, sir,” Emma answered quickly.

“There’s a good girl.” He removed his fingers from her core and showed her just how slick they were. “Look how much you’re enjoying yourself already, Emma. Look how fucking wet you are for me.”

The Captain cupped Emma’s breast and rubbed teasing circles around her nipple before resuming his efforts much lower. Emma rocked against his hand, swearing she was trying to escape it though she only seemed to press closer to it.

“Your skin is so fucking soft,” he practically moaned against her cheek as he defiled her with his hand. “We’re going to have such a good time tonight, sweetheart. Just you and me.”

“Please, sir, I don’t—”

“You do.” The Captain curled his fingers again and this time found a spot that made her shudder, humming delightedly as he purposefully hit it again and again. Soon enough he had her almost convulsing in his arms as a sudden climax overtook her whether she wanted it to or not. “That’s it, love. Listen to your body. Let it tell you how much you’re enjoying this.”

“Fuck!” Emma cried as he brought her down from her high. It was true she wasn’t there by choice; she didn’t know him and didn’t want him, but gods, she couldn’t deny that his touch felt fucking fantastic.

“Aye, lass, now we’re in agreement,” the Captain grinned. “Stand,” he instructed as he also rose to his feet, curling a finger beneath the chain to give it a tug and spinning her to face him as she obeyed. “Get up on the bed. And don’t waste even a drop of your cum on the sheets as you do. I want all of it.”

Emma carefully climbed onto the mattress, doing her best to follow his order as she canted her hips and sat facing him, pressing her legs together uncomfortably. She didn’t know how he wanted her positioned or what exactly he’d meant to imply when he said he wanted all of her cum, but she wasn’t about to give him more ideas.

“Like this?” she asked nervously.

Apparently not quite like that.

“Don’t be so fucking modest, darling,” the Captain chided impatiently as he grabbed one of her ankles with his hand and caught the other in the crook of his hook. He yanked her closer to him, knocking her flat on her back as he spread her legs wide. “That’s much better.” He leaned down to take a deep inhale of her scent before dragging his hand and hook up the inner side of her legs to hold her thighs apart. “Gods, you smell fucking delicious,” he muttered to himself. Meeting her gaze, he spoke directly to her again as he said, “There’s no reason to hide yourself from me, darling. I know exactly what you need for the panging ache in your wet little cunt, and I’m going to give it all to you.”

“Wait—no! Nnnnn,” Emma’s protest quickly became an involuntary moan as the Captain buried his tongue between her folds. His primal, gluttonous grunts vibrated against her skin, which only increased the arousal leaking into his relentless mouth. Emma clutched at his hair, fisting her hands in the dark locks and tugging as hard as she could, but it merely seemed to encourage him as he groaned against her. It was too much, far too much. She desperately needed him to stop before she—

“Yes,” he growled against her flesh as her legs clamped around the sides of his head, his voice muffled as he flicked his tongue along her folds and licked mercilessly at her clit. “Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you? So eager to come again already. Go ahead, darling.”

“Oh gods,” Emma whined, no longer sure whether she wanted him to stop or keep going. She knew she shouldn’t want it. “Wait, wait—fuck!” The Captain began to suck, accompanied at first by a gentle pulsing of his tongue, and gods, the dual sensations set her nerves on fire. When he reintroduced his fingers to her core as his mouth gave its full attention to her clit, Emma couldn’t take any more. Her knees bent reflexively as her legs fluttered and pulled together, and she bucked into his mouth, the overwhelming tremor spreading up her spine and even resonating down her arms as she clenched her fists tighter in his hair.

“So fucking good,” Killian murmured into her heat as he lapped at her release, only letting up when she finally began to relax against the mattress, her hands falling loosely at her sides as she gave up fighting his determined and skillful mouth. He trailed wet kisses up her stomach to her heaving chest, drawing her nipple between his lips and coaxing it to an almost painfully stiffened peak with his teeth as he pinched the other between his thumb and finger. Letting go of her breast with a soft pop, the Captain dragged his lips up Emma’s chest, her neck, and playfully nipped at her jaw as he teased low, “I told you you’d like it, darling.” He nuzzled her cheek before hovering his lips over hers. “I’m going to kiss you now, lass, so you can taste your ecstasy for yourself.”

The Captain tilted his head as he covered her lips with his, the heady taste and scent of Emma’s own arousal flooding her senses in overwhelming intoxication. With the way his tongue confidently darted inside and slid against hers, it felt like he was almost trying to fuck her mouth too, and though it was honestly tempting, Emma refused to reciprocate. She could tell it frustrated him as he ground down against her, kissed her harder, cupped the back of her head with his hand and held her ever closer. Even through his leathers, she could feel how hard he was as he rutted against her, and it both terrified and ignited her.

“You’ve such a perfect little mouth, love,” he moaned into his kiss. “But I see how your desires lie elsewhere. Luckily for you, I am just as impatient to feel you.”

“Wait, no, please—” Emma stilled herself immediately. She hadn’t realized she’d been rocking into him too. She swore she wasn’t doing so on purpose, but gods, she needed to soothe the persistent ache between her legs somehow, and it must have subconsciously seemed the only way to help.

“I know, darling,” he crooned, wrapping his arm around her. He toyed with the chain as he raised her with him, continuing their kiss as he leaned back onto his feet before reluctantly breaking away. As he began to unbutton his vest and shirt, the Captain continued, “I know you don’t want me to stop kissing you. I know you want to keep tasting yourself on my lips, don’t you?”

He ignored her dissenting shake of her head as he let his garments fall to the floor.

“Don’t worry, Emma,” the Captain said as he removed his boots. The way he said her name gave her such a chill down her spine that she shivered as he spoke. “We have all night for that. You’ll have it again soon enough.” As he untied the laces on his leathers, he chided, “Y’know, lass, I should tie your hands for your brazen disobedience. But you pulling my hair felt so fucking good, and your clear urgency is exactly what I want from you.” The Captain slowly peeled off his leathers before straightening his back, devilishly smiling at her as he let her see how much she affected him. “Get up.”

Emma stood before the Captain, anxiously shifting as he scanned her figure. With unexpected gentleness, he reached for her hand.

“I want you to feel what you’re doing to me, love,” he said, pressing her palm to his length and closing her fingers around it, firmly holding her fist in a tight grip as Emma tried in vain to pull away. He guided her to stroke back and forth along his shaft. “Fuck, just like that, Emma. Bloody hell, that’s good.” His moans startled her as he began to thrust to their rhythm. “Don’t you want my hard cock inside you, darling?” he asked breathlessly. “I know it’ll feel so good in your tight little cunt, for both of us.”

“N-no, I don’t,” Emma answered. “Please, Captain, haven’t you done enough already?”

The Captain released her hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back and running the tip of his hook from the valley of her breasts to the bottom of her chin, catching the chain on the way and dragging it up her neck with him.

“Done enough?” he scoffed as he turned them both and walked her backward. Emma gasped as her back hit the wall. “Love, we’ve barely started.” His lip curled into a sneer, the pirate breaking completely through the facade of forced pleasantries. “I told you, Emma,” he continued, twisting his hook and making the chain dig into her neck, “you belong to me now. I’ve done nothing but make that good for you. Now you’re going to make it good for me too.”

The Captain cut off Emma’s attempt to protest again by crashing his lips into hers. The near tenderness from before had disappeared, replaced with almost feral aggression as he nipped and tugged at her lips with his teeth. His hand left her hair in favor of cupping her breast, kneading and squeezing it harshly. Nudging her legs apart, he nestled closer, his cock sliding along her slick flesh as he rutted against her. His hook lowered to her hip to steady her as he devoured her mouth.

Had she been moving too?

“Listen to yourself, love,” he groaned against her lips, and Emma became painfully aware of her own moans. “You know you want this. You wouldn’t be making such pretty sounds if you didn’t.” His hook travelled to her arm, giving her chills as he caressed it with the curved metal, letting her set her pace again—a pace she hadn’t meant to set in the first place. “Look at you, writhing desperately. You need my cock inside you, Emma, don’t you?”

“No, Captain,” she maintained, even as she rocked her hips and sought some sort of relief. He was right that she needed something though, every nerve overwhelmed and on edge as she struggled to keep her resolve.

“You’ll change your tune when you feel it,” he growled. “I promise.” The Captain took his cock in hand and brushed the tip through her folds. “You’re so fucking wet, Emma. You can’t honestly say you don’t want more.”

“I don’t.” Emma gritted her teeth as he just barely teased inside her, her body betraying her words as she canted her hips to chase him and quickly stopped herself. “Not from you.”

The Captain pulled away and pressed the base of his palm against her clit. He dipped two fingers inside her, pumping steadily, the wet sounds echoing in the room and ringing in Emma’s ears as her breathing labored. She was panting now, full on panting and breathless and spinning.

“Yes, fuck!”

Emma froze, her eyes blowing wide, spotting the Captain’s Cheshire Cat grin and violently shaking her head. She slipped up, she knew she did. She forgot herself for the briefest moment, too caught up in the throbbing sensation and growing tension between her legs to remember who was both causing and soothing them.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he cooed. “I knew you’d see it my way eventually.” With no further delay, the Captain sheathed his cock inside her with a primal grunt. “Gods, you’re fucking dripping down my cock.”

Holy fuck, it felt so good. Emma continued to whine her No’s with every thrust at first, but as he pistoned his hips faster and deeper, and as a near-constant stream of praises and filth poured out of his mouth for her, soon enough she was begging him not to stop. Her pleas for mercy became pleas for more, and he eagerly gave it to her, until he felt her walls fluttering around him and abruptly stopped.

“Do you want to come on my cock, darling?” he purred, slipping from her core nonetheless.

Emma hesitated, almost ready to sob as she couldn’t decide whether to continue to fight him or to let him give her what she now desperately needed from him. With his cock no longer inside her, she felt so empty again, and shame washed over her as she realized she already missed the full feeling from mere moments ago.

“Y-yes, Captain,” she quietly admitted, her cheeks flushing in defeat.

The Captain’s hand slowly wrapped around her throat with a firm grip as he kissed her before asking, “Do you think it’s fair, darling? That you should come a third time when you’ve touched me so little in return?”

“I—” Emma didn’t know what answer to give him.

“I’m teasing, Emma,” the Captain smiled, guiding himself inside her once more. “I want this as much as you do.” The wave of relief that washed over her as he filled her again and again was a welcome surprise. “Bloody hell. Take me deeper, love. There’s a good girl.” He tucked his hook behind her knee, lifting her leg and encouraging her to lock it around him as he adjusted his stance. “Tell me how much you want this, darling.”

“I d—I w—fuck, Captain.” Emma couldn’t stand against him anymore. As he set her nerves on edge with intense pleasure, she no longer wanted to. She quite literally wouldn’t be standing at all now if he hadn’t been supporting her with his arms, one cradling her bent leg and the other snaking behind her to hold her in his embrace, pinned between her back and the wall.

“Tell me,” the Captain insisted, sucking her nipple into his mouth and tugging at it with his lips before looking up at her and adding for good measure, “please.”

“I want it, Captain,” Emma confessed. “It’s so much. It’s so much, but I need to—” A cry caught in her throat as his hook tended to her clit, her leg wrapping tighter around him and her hands fumbling to hold onto his shoulders as she lost the support of his arm.

“That’s it, darling. You’re so fucking beautiful.” The Captain fucked her through her orgasm, slamming into her relentlessly as she shook in his arms. “Gods, you feel so fucking good. So fucking tight when you come.”

Emma’s limbs felt absolutely liquified, her legs numb and unsteady as he finally eased her down from her high and settled her other foot back on the floor.

“Are you alright, love?” The Captain asked, his voice gentle, and yet there was still such a fire behind it that Emma knew he wasn’t done with her either way.

“Y-yes.” Emma steadied herself against the wall for a moment as he stepped back from her. “I—yes. That was….”

The Captain gave her a satisfied grin and smugly said, “I know.” He made his way back to the bed and sat on the edge, waving her to him and patting his lap. “Come here, lass.”

Emma slowly approached him and sat sideways on his thigh, hers pressed together once more in the space between his. Her cheeks turned bright red as he let out a hearty laugh.

“As precious as this is, darling, I think you know where I want you.”

“But it’s so much, Captain,” Emma said, shifting uncomfortably in his lap, already wonderfully sore. “I don’t know if I can—”

“You can,” he interrupted with a pleasant lilt. “I know you can.”

Emma shook her head.

The Captain caressed her cheek and pressed the pad of his thumb to her bottom lip, toying with it as he offered, “You could always use your pretty little mouth instead, love.” Sliding his thumb deeper along her tongue until she gagged, he asked, “Do you want to taste my cock, sweetheart?”

Emma shook her head more confidently as his hand moved down to her neck.

“Mmm, you do have such a perfectly fuckable throat, darling,” he assessed, stroking the column in thought. “I would gladly accept this gorgeous alternative if you think your cunt has had enough.”

“No, Captain.”

“No?” he echoed. “Then be a good girl and stand up for me.”

Emma did as she was told, uncertain how she would handle much more but too afraid to try her other option. The Captain took her hand in his, softly sweeping his thumb back and forth over her knuckles as he spun her to face the same direction as he faced.

“Spread your legs over mine,” he instructed, bringing his thighs closer together as she sat atop him so she could straddle them. “Nice and wide for me, that’s it.” He pressed the flat of his hook to her stomach and scooted her back as he took his cock in hand beneath her, guiding it to her entrance. “You can take it, Emma,” he reassured her before filling her again. “You can take it,” he repeated more harshly as he palmed her breast and roughly thrust up into her. He drowned out her whimpers and moans with dirty encouragements and groans of his own, kneading and squeezing her flesh as he held her flush against his chest and snapped his hips forcefully.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Emma screamed as he chased his release harder and harder.

“That’s it, Emma. Fucking take it, love. I’m so close. You’re so good. Bloody fucking hell.” His fingers dug into her breast, sure to leave bruises as all of him tensed.

Emma gasped as he spilled himself inside her and pumped it deeper with every thrust.

“Gods, you’re fucking perfect, Emma,” he panted. Swiping her hair forward over her shoulder, he peppered kisses across her back, complimenting her as she shivered at his touch even still. He coaxed her to her feet as he slipped from her core and stood as well, glancing down and watching devilishly as his release leaked down her thigh. “I think you’ve earned yourself some rest now, darling,” he purred, ushering her into his bed. “There will be plenty more of this in our future, and I want us at our best.”

“But you’ve gotten what you wanted.” Emma’s eyes widened. “You’re not letting me go?”

“Why would I let you go?” the Captain asked in mocking confusion. “You belong to me now, Emma. To the fullest extent of the phrase. So you best rest up.”

Emma climbed onto the mattress and curled into herself, rocking as she realized exactly what her future now held. The more she thought about it though, the more she accepted that if it always felt like that… well, she could certainly get used to it.

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