On Your Knees
Inspiration: Get on Your Knees by Nicki Minaj ft. Ariana Grande
"Let me get this straight. You want me to what exactly?"
Killian was nervous. He felt it might have too early in their relationship to ask this of her, but she was the first person in his entire life that he wanted to explore this side of himself. Not even Milah made him feel this way.
His life had always been about control: his ship; his crew; his adventures. Never once had he thought about letting someone else take over the helm, so to speak. But with Emma it was different. She was the one woman, hell, person in his entire 300-plus year existence that made him want to give up control.
Steeling himself for the inevitable backlash, he looked her straight in the eyes and said, "I want you to control me; to dominate me."
He could see the thoughts swimming in her brain clearly on her face. Her forehead creased, and it just made him that much more nervous. She must think I'm some sort of sexual deviant for asking this of her, he said to himself. I wouldn't blame her for saying no; or even for running out the room.
"If that's what you want…"
He didn't know what to say; his mouth suddenly went dry.
Killian walked over to Emma and placed his right hand on his left cheek, as if to make sure to himself that she was in fact real at that very moment and actually said yes.
"I honestly don't know what to say."
"It's not something that I'm normally into, but if it's something you want to try, why not?"
"Emma, I didn't think I could love you anymore, but you are constantly coming up with ways to prove me wrong. I was so afraid you would think me perverted."
The comforting smile she gave Killian at that moment spoke volumes. "Killian, I love you, and everything about you. That means any kinds of fantasies you want to explore. Plus, it could be kind of fun getting to dress for the part."
At that statement he got confused. "Dress for the part? What do you mean, love?"
"Oh, nothing. You'll find out soon enough."
**One week later**
You can do this Emma. This is for Killian. He obviously was very nervous coming to ask this of you, so do it for that gorgeous pirate in the living room.
Giving herself a last-minute pep talk, Emma stared at herself in the mirror.
She knew if anyone in Storybrooke could help her with this situations, it was Ruby. She helped supply Emma with everything she thought she might need for the evening. She has a silk blindfold and a riding crop she let Emma borrow, but took her shopping for the rest. Emma was able to procure the most cobalt blue corset. She bought it because it looked like Killian's eyes. She also bought a matching blue garter belt and g-string. She rounded out the ensemble with thigh-high black leather boots.
She thought this was the sexiest she has ever looked. She even curled her hair into soft, thick waved and applied thick cat-eye eyeliner (more eyeliner than Killian as ever used in his life). She dabbed her lips one last time with her cherry red lipstick and grabbed the riding crop from the vanity.
Why was she so nervous? Besides the fact that she had never done this before and that she was afraid she was going to mess this up for Killian's sake? It was because he was out sailing, no idea that she decided to it right now, in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. He had wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible, so he suggested waiting until Valentine's Day, a month and a half away. Boy was he about to be surprised.
She expected him home any minute, so Emma exited the bathroom to stand facing the entrance to the door. She loved it when he came home after sailing, smelling like the sea mixed with his own distinct scent. It was pure Killian Jones.
She could hear the key in the lock, and with that her pulse began to quicken. Showtime
A day on the seas always puts Killian in the best of moods. That's why when he walked into his and Emma's apartment he had the biggest smile on his face. But as he stared at the sight in front of him, it started to falter, but that was only because he was in shock.
He had assumed that they were going to wait until Valentine's Day to explore this; he thought she needed to really prepare for this venture. It seemed he was dead wrong. He had never seen a more erotic sight than seeing Emma, his Emma, in an outfit that would make the bar wenches blush.
"Emma…"
"That's Mistress Swan to you, pirate."
"I apologize, Mistress Swan. My manners seem to have gotten away from me.'
"You are forgiven…this time." Killian's heart raced as she walked over to him, the click-clack of the stiletto of her boots sending chills down his spine. She had a riding crop in her hand, and brought the leather lip at the end up to his lips. She then began exploring his body with the crop, moving it along the sleeves of his leather jacket, over the white t-shirt that covered his chest and down to the zipper of his leathers, which now seemed to be a little too tight in that particular region.
"You are way too overdressed."
"How would you like to rectify to situations, Mistress?"
"Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to enjoy you stripping down me and only me."
"As you wish, Mistress."
He started with his jacket, removing his left arm, but careful not to snag the hook on the sleeve. He followed his right, and then he tossed the jacket on the ground. He then to the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it gradually, revealing every inch of his stomach and chest, which was lightly covered in dark hair. He hovered over the button of his pants, just to see what kind of reaction he could get from his mistress.
"What are you waiting for pirate? I need you naked."
"Apologies, Mistress. Won't happen again."
It was difficult for Killian maneuver his pants over his hips, considering the massive hard-on he was sporting at that moment. But he was finally able to remove, then and he stood before Emma, with nothing on but that signature Killian Jones smile.
"Much better. You enjoy pleasing your mistress, don't you, pirate?"
Hearing her speak like this was something he didn't know he wanted to hear until they came falling from her mouth. He didn't think he could get any harder than he already was, but having his Swan speaking to him as if his existence was based purely on pleasing her, made his cock engorge to an almost painful thickness.
"Nothing pleases me more than knowing that I bring her pleasure.'
"Good answer. Now, get on your knees."
He listened, bending down on one knee and then the other. She walked to him, and he was suddenly at eye-level with her mound. It was still covered by the blue undergarments she wore, but he could smell the heady aroma of her scent and it almost caused him to forget that she was the one in control.
He gazed up at her whilst she was looking at him. He was, as was so often the case, in awe of her statuesque beauty. Especially in this particular outfit which held the promises of debauchery. He was staring so hard that he didn't even notice that she placed the crop down on the ground next to her and grabbed another object, this one metal.
"You know what I want? I want you to please me with your hook."
Never, in anytime they had been together, did she ever ask for that. He usually removed it before anytime they became intimate so he was in shock she wanted him to use it pleasure her.
"Are you certain?"
"Are you questioning me? And did you forget to address me properly?!"
"Forgive me, Mistress Swan. It is not my place to question you. Forgive me."
"Seeing as how this was your first slip-up, this is a warning. Any more disobedience from you, and I'll have to punish you."
He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be aroused at the thought of punishment, but any punishment from Emma would certainly lead to some sort of reward later on. So yeah, the punishment idea turned him on.
"I will endeavor to be on my best behavior, Mistress Swan."
"See that you do. Now, about that hook…"
Still on his knees, and gazing up at her, he took his hook and grazed it lightly over her clit. She almost stumbled in her boots, it felt so good. The jolt of electricity she felt was something she hadn't felt before. Even through her panties, the cold metal of the hook meeting her hot flesh made her whole body sing. But she wanted to feel more. She needed direct contact.
"Tear off my panties, pirate. I need to feel your hook on me."
Without hesitation, Killian took his hook and grabbed on to the string. It was easily torn away from her body; the offending garment flung off his hook as quickly as they were removed. He placed the hook directly on her clit, and this time she couldn't help it: she stumbled slightly as a moan escaped her.
"Oh god, that feels good…"
"This is what Mistress wants? She wants to come to completion of my hook?" The way he said it almost had her "coming to completion" right there.
"Yes, that is what your mistress requires of you."
Because of the build-up to this point, it did not take long for her to come. A few more strokes and that's all it took for her to scream, "Fuck, you're making me come…"
"Yes, Mistress. Come on my hook."
That did it. She came hard, coating the curved hook with her arousal. It was so hard for her to stand still whilst having one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. "You did well, pirate. So well I think I might start referring to you as Jones. Since you aren't just any pirate; you're my pirate."
"Damn right I am, Swan."
"Killian! Stop breaking character!"
"I couldn't help it, Emma. I just needed to address you at the moment."
She crossed her arms, the frustration at his breaking his character evident to him, but she let him continue.
"I just wanted to thank you. You surprised me in more ways than one. You are incredible, Swan."
"I'm glad I can make you happy any way I can, since you are always finding ways to make me happy."
"I assure you, the pleasure is all mine."
"And mine as well," she giggled, "But damn are my legs getting tired. These boots are killing me! I think I need to go and sit down for a while."
She laughed as the smile from his face dropped. He then pointed to the hard-on that had yet to be taken care of and said, "Swan, um…aren't you…forgetting something?"
"Excuse me, but I thought today was about you getting pleasure from pleasing me?"
"But you broke character!"
"Only after you broke first!"
She turned to walk away, only a little frustrated, since clearly he said this was supposed to be about him giving up control.
"Come on, love! Emma! Don't make me beg!"
A sly smile came upon her lips as she turned her head over her shoulder and said, "How convenient that you are already on your knees."