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CS AU: Pan Says... (9/?)
Summary: After waking up in a strange room with a naked stranger, Emma and Killian must endure the twisted game their kidnapper insists they play in order to gain provisions and avoid punishments.
A/N: Check it out, y'all! Another update from me! Lots of love to @ultraluckycatnd and @kmomof4 for their exceptional beta skills! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I did writing it!
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Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight
Chapter Warnings: exhibitionism / voyeurism. role play.
Part Nine
âI donât know who you are, or what sort of game youâre playing at, but this isnât funny!â
Emma glanced at the monitor overhead, the timer quickly counting down the minutes she had left to try and convince David that she was really Emma, that she was alive, and in need of his help.
âDavid Robert Nolan, shut the fuck up and listen to me!â she yelled over the receiver.
âWhat did you just call me?â
âI called you by your full government name,â she said. âDavid Robert, after your father, Nolan. Or would you prefer I call you Charming like Mary Margaret does?â
âHow do you know--â
âBecause itâs me, David! Itâs Emma! Iâm alive and I need your help!â
âEmma?â he questioned over the line, the hope she knew he wasnât sure he should dare to feel leaking into his tone. âIs it really you? How? Where are you? Where have you been? Who did they pull out of the--â
âJust listen, okay?â she interrupted as the time rapidly dwindled. âI donât know who that woman was or how he faked my death, but I was abducted three weeks ago by someone who calls himself Pan. I was taken from outside the police station after dropping off a skip. I was tasered. Iâm here with a man named Captain Killian Jones. He has a brother named Liam, who also was led to believe that Killian was missing for reasons other than kidnapping. I need you to find him. Heâll be trying to get a hold of you, because Killian just called him, too, and let him know whatâs been going on.â
She flicked her gaze to Killian, still looking shell-shocked from the emotionally charged conversation heâd had with his brother. Heâd wanted to stay by her side whilst she made her call, but sheâd told him to go sit and take a moment. Theyâd be there for one another later. It was why theyâd chosen to wait and make these calls before turning in for the night. So they could just lay in bed and hold each other in the aftermath.
âWhat has been going on?â David demanded, bringing Emmaâs focus back to her brother. âWhy would this Pan person take you? What has he⊠are you alright? Has he hurt you? Did you escape, is that why youâre calling now? Do I need to come get--â
âNo, we havenât escaped. We⊠we sort of⊠earned a reward. Look. Itâs too much to explain right now. Iâm going to give you some specs of the place weâre being held in. Write them down so you can give them to the police.â
Emma waited as David searched for a pen and paper, her heart thudding wildly in her chest as the timer continued to draw closer to zero.
âOkay. Go.â
Emma rattled off the information Killian had put together for them; the estimated size of the facility, features heâd been able to make out that might make the building distinguishable, and details about the different rooms (though she hadnât told Killian about the medical suite sheâd been in, and hated that she couldnât tell him or David about the doctor, for fear of Panâs threat against Killianâs pound of flesh) that might aid in their search. She also mentioned that there were others here, so perhaps they could find a link between their missing person cases and others with similar details.
âGot it,â David said. âWhat⊠what else can I do?â
âNothing,â she said, her throat tightening and tears welling in her eyes. The carefully constructed fortifications sheâd put in place in order to get through the call were crumbling fast, but she couldnât fall to pieces just yet. âJust⊠Just know that Iâm alive and that Killian and I need you to get the police looking for us again. AndâŠâ
âAnd?â
10⊠9⊠8⊠7⊠6⊠5âŠ
âAnd that I love you! I love you both!â
0⊠dial tone.
The receiver slipped from her hand and clattered against the concrete floor. She was pretty sure Killian returned it to the base before sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed. Laying her down gently, he crawled onto the bed beside her and gathered her in his arms. With the last of her strength, Emma pressed closer to him, molding their chests together and tucking her head beneath his chin. Long, quiet minutes stretched out with only their unified heartbeats filling the void, neither of them capable of saying much of anything until Killian broke the silence.
âHe sounded destroyed,â he murmured, his tone flat and watery from the tears heâd shed after hanging up with his brother, and again as heâd held Emma while she spent hers into the front of his shirt. âYour brother sounded as though heâd been given a noble quest, while mineâŠâ
âYou told him not to beat himself up over it,â she reminded him. âTo not dwell on the fact that heâd believed the lie Pan sent him from your email address.â
âAye,â he sighed.
She knew he was running the conversation over in his mind. The way Liam had sounded ecstatic to hear from him, asking about his travels and when he thought he might return home. The way the line had gone silent after Killian had revealed the truth. The way his brother had sounded broken and utterly ashamed that heâd fallen for the trick, too eager to believe things had turned a corner for his brother, blinding him from seeing the cracks in the story that might have caused him to be suspicious enough to follow up.
Killian had spent most of the call comforting his brother and apologizing for the things heâd said when last they spoke, breaking open old wounds they had not the time to properly dress so they might begin to heal. Their time had gone so fast. Heâd barely been able to convey the necessary details to him so that further action could be taken beyond the call before time ran out. She wasnât even sure Liam had heard Killian tell him he loved him before the line had gone dead.
While her call to David had played out almost exactly as she thought it would, she knew Killianâs had not gone the way heâd wanted it to.
âAt least they know now,â she said. âThe truth is out there, and theyâll be looking for us again. Thatâs something at least.â
âAye,â he agreed, though a bit hollowly. âThatâs better than the alternative.â
âHey,â she said, pulling back and lifting her gaze. When he didnât meet hers right away she reached up and scratched her fingers through the stubble at his jawline. A huff left his chest and his eyes fell to hers.
âIâm sorry you didnât get a chance to really clear the air with him. I know there were things you had to leave unsaid in order to get our message out, butâŠâ She swallowed hard, willing back the fresh sob working its way up her throat. âPlease donât give up hope.â His eyes softened at the sound of her words catching and he buried his hand in the back of her hair. âI need you to help me stay optimistic here. I need you to tell me that weâll still be able to tell them everything we didnât get a chance to say to them today, because theyâll find us and we can say those words to their faces. Okay?â
âEmma, IâŠâ
She could see his heart breaking in his expression and she chastised herself for guilt-tripping him, but⊠she meant what she said. She needed him to be strong with her right now.
âIâm sorry, love,â he said, holding her close to his chest once more. âOf course weâll get that chance. Weâll have an entire lifetime to say all the things that need to be said. Theyâll find us. Of that Iâm certain. Theyâll never stop fighting for us. And neither will I.â
âGood.â
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Emma twisted and turned her torso in an attempt to find comfort, something that seemed to be an impossibility in the damned corset Pan had provided.
A corset that accompanied the wench costume she was expected to wear for tonightâs festivities. Festivities that made her stomach roll, or would have if the blasted corset hadnât been cinched so tightly.
After a fitful nightâs sleep and late morning meal, she and Killian had been escorted to different areas so they could prepare themselves as the eveningâs entertainment. Per usual, her anxiety spiked when it became clear they were to be separated, and the spa-like environment where she would spend the day being pampered and prepped did little to calm her nerves.
The host of ladies who assisted in the waxing, facial, manicure, pedicure, massage, hair, and make-up services wore masks to obscure their identities and spoke in a language Emma could not identify. Although she attempted to question them individually, they either did not understand her, or had been instructed to pretend as such. The latter seemed more plausible given the furtive glances the ladies occasionally made towards the Lost One standing guard.
After a light meal, Emma was dressed in the wench costume; a more upscale version of the cheap, slutty knock-off one might find at a Halloween store. The women were dismissed and sheâd been instructed to follow the Lost One, her trepidations spiking again as she padded down the corridor behind him. There were many twists and turns before they finally rounded a corner, revealing Killian standing in front of a set of double doors. Emmaâs heart leapt at the sight of him and relief flooded her body.
Well, first relief, then⊠something else.
He was decked out in head to toe leather, his jawline manicured with an alluring amount of scruff and his eyes lined in a deep, rich kohl. His hair had been artfully tousled and his skin bronzed. Beneath the layers of black leather, he wore a smoke-like linen shirt, unbuttoned down to the v of his waistcoat, exposing a tantalizing amount of chest hair. The leather trousers were tight, but not so much as to appear painted on, leaving just a hint to the imagination of what lay beneath their laces.
âSwan?â he said, in an amused and sinfully deep tone. âSee something you like, love?â
Now aware that her mouth had been hanging open, Emma closed it and swallowed hard before answering, âYou lookâŠâ
âI know,â he quipped with a cheeky smirk and smugly lifted brow, earning him an eye roll before his gaze raked over her once more. âYou cut quite the figure in that get up, I must say.â
âCutting is right,â Emma groused, struggling against the tight confines of her outfit. âI can only imagine the impression this corset is leaving on my spleen.â
âYour discomfort is a cross I am more than willing to bear⊠especially after my earlier one.â
Emma raised her brows in response to his cryptic words and put-out tone.
Scratching behind his ear, the tip of which was becoming quite red, he confessed under his breath in a low mumble, âIâve been manscaped.â
Her eyes widened, and although she knew better from her earlier perusal, they fell to his chest, ensuring herself that the thick blanket of hair remained untouched.
âNot there,â he said, exasperatedly. âLower.â
Emma tucked her lips between her teeth to try and stifle her laugh. His disgruntled tone and expression were absolutely priceless, despite the circumstances.
âWell,â she said, placing her hand on his arm in commiseration. âThat makes two of us.â
They shared a moment of joint amusement, until the sound of the doors opening pulled them back into reality, sobering their demeanors.
A Lost One waved them forward. This one, like the one who had stood guard over her throughout the day, was not either of the men who had been assigned to them previously. The ones who seemed to be connected to her and Killian, respectively, in some way.
With shoulders back and heads held high, they entered the theatre, hand-in-hand. The Lost One directed them to the platform and they were both caught off guard at the emptiness of the room.
âMy guests will arrive in due course,â Panâs voice echoed. âFirst, a few pre-performance instructions. Pan saysâŠâ
He started by pointing out the furnishings upon the platform: a leather chair, an antique writing desk, a chaise with several cushions, and a small side table with various toys, lubricants, restraints, and other items atop it, including a pair of domino masks and earbuds.
âGo ahead,â he insisted, âPan says, each of you take a mask and an earbud. The mask will help obscure your identities and the earbud is how youâll hear conversations and suggestions made by my guests.â After affixing their masks, they placed a bud in their ear. Panâs voice was now, eerily, inside their heads. âYou will only act on the suggestions that are accompanied by a green light that will illuminate along the back of the upper tier.â
Green light splashed against the back walls as an example before Pan continued. âPan says you shall not speak unless instructed otherwise, and should only do so in character. I expect you to comply with the approved requests and show my guests a good time. Understood?â
âAye,â Killian managed to utter. All Emma could do was nod, too choked with impending dread to speak.
âGood,â Pan crowed in their ear. âPan says, get into character and have a good show.â
Before the doors could open, Killian swung Emma around to face him and pressed their foreheads together. âYou and me,â he whispered, so low she barely heard him. âJust you and me, love.â
Emma closed her eyes and nodded, her forehead rubbing against his as she inhaled deeply. Opening her eyes, she connected her gaze with his, both of them silently giving the other permission to get into character and play out the charade: him, a fearsome pirate captain and her, his defiant wench captive.
Their audience finally filed in, initially paying them little attention, while greeting one another as they took their seats behind their screens. Emma took a seat of her own in the leather chair at the center of the platform as Killian casually leaned against the front of the desk with his arms and ankles crossed. It wasnât until the stage began to spin, allowing all of the guests an opportunity to see the show from every vantage point, that the audience really took notice of them.
It was unnerving to hear their actual voices, and the comments being made as they assessed tonightâs entertainment. Emma kept her eyes squarely focused on Killianâs, attempting to block it all out, and had therefore almost missed the way his bejeweled finger was drumming against his arm, tapping out a rhythm against the leather.
You and me. You and me. You and me.
A greeting of welcome sounded out from the speakers and Pan took a moment to remind his guests to don their own earbuds and microphones, as well as set the stage for that eveningâs entertainment.
As soon as the greenlight - literally - was given, a cacophony of voices flooded Emmaâs ear as each of the guests threw out suggestions. Her stomach turned and tremors of dread rippled down her spine at the thought of what they would make her and Killian do, of the intimacies theyâd witness, of the images theyâd take away with them.
Reaching up, Emma adjusted her mask, assuring it was firmly in place. Closing her eyes, she tried to drown out the voices so she could collect herself. She wasnât Emma Swan right now. She was a wench. A wench being held by a fearsome pirate captain. They werenât seeing Emma. They wouldnât be able to take anything from Emma Swan. All they would get from her tonight was a wench. A character. A fantasy. Nothing more.
The sharp tip of cold metal digging into the underside of her chin jolted her back to the here and now. Her eyes snapped open and Killian - no. Not Killian. The pirate captain - was standing before her with a dagger held to her throat. The room was flooded with green light, and Emma realized the first command had been issued. Swallowing against the pressure of the blade, Emma wet her lips, set her features, then lifted her chin in defiance.
âSeems she needs some convincing,â a guest said in her earbud. âI say we give the Captain free rein to order his wench about. Agreed?â
Others murmured their agreement and the green light illuminated once more. A wide, sinister smile lifted the corners of her Captain's lips and he twisted the dagger so the flat part of the blade rested beneath her chin.
âOn your feet, wench,â he commanded, the blade prompting her to stand as he applied subtle pressure upward.
With a predatory gaze he followed the tip of the blade as it dragged across her skin, over the swell of each breast before dipping into the valley between. A shiver of desire coursed through her causing his lust-filled, darkened depths to flick up and meet her own.
He slipped the dagger beneath the laces of her corset and with several firm tugs cut her free from the restrictive garment. A relieved and rapturous exhale left her lungs, her breasts heaving from the joyous release.
âMy, my,â Killian purred in his Captainâs voice. âArenât you a sightly bit of plunder.â
The tip of the dagger continued to tease and taunt her breasts, the tip swirling around and over each nipple until they were painfully erect and clearly visible through the thin fabric of her blouse. A few more tugs, slashes, and artfully placed cuts left her top in tatters, her breasts fully exposed to their audience and her pirate captorâs eyes. Eyes she chose to remain focused on as more suggestions were bandied about among the crowd.
A new suggestion was green lit, and the Captain stepped forward, closing what little space there had been between them. Trading their positions on the platform, he then pressed down on her shoulders and ordered, âOn your knees for the Captain, wench.â
Emma lowered herself in front of him, a defiant, in-character, glare staring up at the smirk he gave her.
Sinking into the chair she had occupied a moment ago, he leaned back and crooked his finger at her. As she shuffled forward on her knees, his gaze hungrily taking her in, he commanded in a low and sultry tone, âMake good use of those hands and undo me laces.â
Her core clenched and she tried to remain in character as she reached up and loosened the laces of his leather trousers as though it were the last thing she wished to do.
âGood girl,â he praised. Slipping his hand into his trousers he pulled out his cock, not quite fully engorged yet, and began stroking it in her face.
âNow then.â She flinched when he tapped her lips with the head of his cock, hard. Taken aback momentarily by the action because sheâd been distracted by her earbud, trying to decipher what the crowd was telling them to do next⊠not that it was a big leap. Reaching down he placed his thumb against her chin and applied a bit of downward force as he told her, âOpen that whoreâs mouth of yours and take my cock, wench. Letâs see how deft you are at shivering me timber.â
Her eyes watered and she choked against the assault of his member being forcibly shoved down her throat. Flicking her gaze upward, she saw the concern and apology in his eyes before he shut them tight and let his head fall back, an expression of arrogant dominance and self-satisfaction gloating from his features.
The laughter and jeers of the crowd filled her ears, as did the vulgar chant of suck his dick, applied in a rhythm that her Captain made her keep pace with from where he had her hair gripped in his hand at the back of her head.
âThatâs it, love,â he praised, tapping out another rhythm behind her ear with his finger as she bobbed against his length. You and me, you and me, you and me.
Sheâd almost managed to tune out the mob when a womanâs voice grated in her ear.
âWell, hello there, sailor.â
Looking up, Emma saw a woman, decked out ostentatiously in hues of green, arriving late and making her way down the steps. In her hand was the microphone attached to the ear piece she wore. She paused, giving Killian a once over before slinking behind her screen and taking her seat.
Before she disappeared behind the thin veil of fabric, Emma recognized her by the mask she wore. It was the woman who had paused by the two-way mirror the night before to check her flaming red tresses.
âDo us a favor and flick those kohl-lined eyes this way,â she cat-called into her microphone.
The green light signaled from above and another light shone down over her screen. Emma stared up Killianâs body to look at his face and saw the muscle in his jaw clench and spasm before he flicked his eyes away from her and towards the screen, then held his gaze there as the platform continued to turn.
âMmmm,â the woman hummed provocatively. âYes, I think Iâm going to enjoy tonightâs entertainment very much indeed.â
When the platform circled round again, Emma glanced over at the womanâs screen and could see the silhouette of her reclined back with her legs splayed wide, clearly pleasuring herself under the Captainâs gaze. A jolt of jealous anger ignited down Emmaâs spine. Relaxing her jaw, she let Killian slip further down her throat until she could brush the tip of her nose against his torso. A cursing moan slipped over his lips and his hips bucked from the unexpected action.
âNice!â a guest praised. âMake her take all of it, Captain!â
âNo, you fool,â another guest chastised. âWe donât want him blowing his load too soon. Not when the wench has other holes for him to use.â
âI wanna see the wench take control. Let her have the reins for a bit.â
âMaybe next time,â someone countered. âIâm enjoying this too much.â
Next time!? Emma responded internally in a near panic. What the hell do they mean, next time?
âI think her breasts need some attention, too,â another chimed in. âLook how those nipples are just begging for attention.â
âI wanna see her cunny. I bet it is just dripping. Would love to see our Captainâs face glistening from her juices, wouldnât you?â
All during their debate Emma continued to work her Captain over. She delighted in the way his chest hitched and heaved, the way the chords of his neck tightened, the rosy blush that developed high on his cheeks, the micro spasms twitching through his torso and down his legs, and the sounds⊠dear god, the sounds this man made.
Green flashed again and Emma was astounded at the way Killian managed to keep track of what was expected of them, given the distraction sheâd been providing. Pulling himself from her mouth with a pained sounding grunt, he hauled her onto her feet then shoved her back onto the nearby chaise. Sheâd barely registered what was happening when he lifted her skirts up over her legs and grabbed her hips, pulling her body towards the edge of the cushion and lining her sex up with his eager mouth.
The exquisite torment lasted for what felt like hours. Time and again he brought her to the brink with his tongue, teeth, and hands, deftly assaulting her clit as he probed, scissored, and thrust his fingers into her holes. When his mouth tired he switched to one of the many toys, holding her on edge until tears streamed down her face and pathetic whimpers escaped her lips. Her back ached from the repeated arch his actions provoked and her legs quivered uncontrollably. A few times, he gave her cunt a rest, turning his attention to her breasts and laving them with his tongue while his slick-coated fingers rolled her nipples into taut peaks that he then sucked clean with his mouth.
The sound of their joint moans were echoed by those from the crowd. A symphony of zippers being undone, fabric being moved, skin being slapped, and groans being uttered filled her ears, making the torture all the more erotic. When she was finally given leave to speak, it was only so she could beg. Beg for mercy. Beg for release. Beg for him to fuck her.
And beg she did.
âPlease, Captain,â she whimpered, choking on a sob that had caught in her throat from the fresh assault he was applying to her clit.
âPlease what, wench?â he commanded in a strained gruff. âI want to hear you say it.â
âPlease let me come,â she pleaded. âPlease, please, plea--!â
She didnât get the third please out before a scream tore past her lips, her body convulsing from the pleasure the vibrating toy at her clit was finally granting her. Wave after wave of release crashed over her until she was so spent she wasnât certain she hadnât blacked out. The next thing she knew, she was being hoisted off the chaise and bent over the desk, facing out towards the crowd.
The Captainâs body molded against her back, his breath hot against her ear as he growled, âIâd find something to hold on to if I were you, wench. Because Iâm gonna fuck you hard. Iâm gonna fuck you deep.â
Emma barely had time to latch on to the corners of the desk when the entire thing tipped forward from the force of his entering thrust. Relentlessly, he pounded into her, egged on by the jeers, cheers, and taunts of the crowd.
âKeep your eyes open, wench,â a voice demanded from the masses. âWe wanna see you watching us take pleasure in your degradation.â
The green light commanded that she do just that, the silhouettes from behind the thinly veiled screens leaving little to the imagination of how much the audience was enjoying the show.
âShe can keep her eyes on the lot of you,â the irritating womanâs voice said. âI want the Captainâs eyes back on me.â When the green light agreed, Emma could practically hear the womanâs gloating expression in her words. âCast those come fuck me eyes this way, Captain.â
He must have complied, prompting her to purr, âOooo, you are a wicked one, arenât you. Would you like to have your wicked way with me? Tell me all the wicked things youâd like to do to me.â
With effort, given the pounding he was giving her, Emma managed to look back over her shoulder in time to see him flash the woman a wide, yet sinister smile before grunting, âIâd like to shove a gag in your mouth to shut you the fuck up.â
Applause rang out, as did a round of laughter, and Killian turned his attention back to Emma and the brutal pace he was setting.
âFuck, youâre so wet,â he panted on a half groan. âSo wet and so tight.â
âThatâs it, Captain,â the crowd encouraged over the barrage of their own moans and sounds of satisfaction. âTake her. Use her. Breed her.â
âYes!â someone cried out. âBreed her! Fill her for us, Captain. I wanna see your cum leak out of her afterward.â
The Captain roared from his release moments later, his fingers digging into her sides to the point of bruising as his hips moved erratically against her ass. Once every last drop had been coaxed from him, he collapsed and fell forward, sprawling across her back as his chest fought for each breath. Around them the sounds and smells of others reaching their own climax filled the air, then for a brief yet glorious moment, things went quiet.
One final swath of green filled her vision, and Killian murmured into her ear, âStay there, love. One last task, Iâm afraid.â
He removed himself from her and she immediately felt the warmth of his release slip from her depths and trickle down her thighs. He gave her ass a quick, firm slap, then spread her cheeks, allowing everyone to see the proof of his conquest as the platform turned one last time.
When the platform came to a stop, a curtain dropped, surrounding the stage and separating them from the audience's view. Killian assisted Emma off the desk and swept her up into his arms before taking them over to the chaise where he could sit and cradle her in his lap. They held each other as their skin cooled, their heartbeats regulated, and their breathing calmed.
âYou were wonderful, Swan,â he praised, his fingers gliding across her back and down her side. âIâm so proud of you, love.â
âYou, too,â she murmured against his chest, barely able to keep her eyes open, the exhaustion created from both their exertions and the stress of the situation starting to take hold.
âHere. Have her put this on.â A voice caused them both to jump and Emmaâs head snapped to where a Lost One stood a few feet away with a robe offered in his outstretched hand.
Killian took it from him and draped it around her shoulders, then helped her to stand so she could secure it around herself.
âFollow me,â the Lost One commanded, setting off towards the door they had entered hours before.
âAre you okay to walk?â Killian asked, his tone full of concern and laced with guilt.
âIâm good,â she assured him. Tucking herself into his side, she added, âBut I might need to lean on you a bit.â
âLean on me all you need,â he told her, wrapping an arm around her waist. âBut I donât mind carrying you.â She flicked her eyes up at him and smiled when his Captainâs persona took hold once more. A surprised yelp squeaked past her lips when he bent down and swept her feet out from under her. Straightening, he adjusted her weight in his arms and cheeked, âIâve carried rum barrels heavier than the likes of you, wench. So, Iâll have no argument.â
âAye, aye, Captain.â
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Killian gazed up at the ceiling, his arm wrapped around Emma as she lay curled into his side, the smell of her floral shampoo and conditioner tickling his sinuses. After theyâd finished entertaining Panâs guests, the Lost One had led them to the showers so they could clean up. Theyâd both been almost too spent and exhausted to wash, much less talk, and little had been said on the way back to their room, while dressing, or even after theyâd crawled into bed.
While Emma had drifted off within moments of her head hitting the pillow, Killian had been unable to do so. Too many thoughts were competing in his mind. Thoughts of Emma playing her part as the defiant wench, the memory of her on her knees, splayed out on the chaise, and bent over the desk threatening to make him hard again. Thoughts of the crowd and how he hadnât expected the proprietary feelings of satisfaction that had coursed through him as he took his wench in their full view, claiming her for his own. Thoughts of what those actions would mean for them now, knowing he had finished inside her without protection. Thoughts of everything the two of them had been through since they had awoken, naked, in bed together all those weeks ago, and⊠thoughts of what Pan might have in store for them next.
It was these thoughts that were keeping him awake the most.
âPenny for your thoughts?â Emma said groggily, her fingers twirling through the hair on his chest as she sleepily looked up at him.
Furtively, he glanced down at her then back up, unwilling to voice his thoughts to her just yet. Despite everything theyâd been through, she seemed so content. In this moment she was safe and happy and hopeful.
He did not wish to deprive her of that.
âHey,â she said, concern coloring her tone. Reaching up, she cupped his cheek and pulled his face back down, forcing him to look at her. âTell me. Whatâs eating you up?â Propping herself up on her elbow, her brows pulled together and a slightly panicked expression crossed her face. âPlease tell me youâre not beating yourself up about tonight. You know I would never hold any of that against you, right?â
âAye, I know,â he responded quickly, not wishing for her to believe for a moment that his trepidations had anything to do with her. âItâs justâŠâ
âJust what?â
âI just⊠I wonder whether we,â he paused, taking a moment to swallow and fortify his resolve before confessing, âWhether we made the right decision.â
Confusion rooted deeper in her expression. âWhat do you mean?â
âDonât you⊠donât you wonder why he let us call them?â he said, his fingers gently stroking her arm as a way to ground himself and hopefully keep her feeling connected to him as he attempted to voice his concerns. âWhy he made it seem like agreeing to do what we did was the only choice we could make?â
âIt was the only choice,â Emma countered emphatically. âBeing separated from one another isnât an option I--â
âBut thatâs just it,â he argued. âMaybe thatâs the choice we should have made.â
Emma pulled back as though heâd just slapped her, and his heart broke at the vulnerability and hurt he saw displayed upon her face and in the tremor of her next words. âAre you⊠Have I done something to make you not want toâŠâ
Sitting up, he took her face in his hands, leveled his gaze with hers, and assured her, âNo. No, please donât misunderstand me. Being separated from you is the last thing I would ever wish for. I just think thatâŠâ
Emma reached up and took his hands into her own, cradling them in her lap as she spoke. âAlright. Talk me through what youâre thinking, then. Why do you think it was a mistake to agree with his demands and stay together?â
Killianâs Adamâs apple bobbed and he drew in a deep breath, not wishing to voice his concerns for fear of making them real. Heâd rather them both be prepared for the possibility, though. Everything theyâd faced, theyâd faced together. Choosing together. He didnât want this to be any different.
âEach round of Panâs demented game has escalated things between us,â he began. âFirst, it was stripping away our vulnerability. Forcing us to reveal things about ourselves that we would never normally reveal.â
Emma nodded and squeezed his hands. âGo on.â
Wetting his lips, he continued. âThe second round was all about taking advantage of our attraction towards each other and getting us comfortable with sharing physical intimacy. This third round challenged and exploited the lines of physical intimacy we were willing to explore with one another.â
âYeah,â she replied. âEach round has ratched up the stakes of our experience here, making us more and more compliant.â
âAnd each roundâs rewards and penalties have reflected that.â He held her gaze with an intensity he hoped would lead her into understanding where he was going without him having to say it explicitly.
Unfortunately, she wasnât quite getting it.
âI still donât understand why you think it might have been best if weâd chosen to be separated.â
âWhat if the next escalation, or the one after that, isâŠâ He swallowed past the bile working its way up his throat, â...actual harm to each other. Violence.â
Emma balked and her mouth dropped open with a gasp. Clearly, such a thought had not occurred to her until now.
âWhat if Pan makes us hurt each other? What then?â he continued on, pulling her into his arms and whispering the rest into her hair in a tone of apology. âMaybe he tricked us into staying together? Maybe we would be better off separated, because⊠Now we have to face what it would mean to have hurt someone we⊠how are we supposed to respond when faced with the command to injure the other? What would you have me do if Pan orders me toâŠâ
Thoughts of the unthinkable made it impossible for him to continue, but after a few moments Emma pulled back and ran her fingers down the side of his face.
âWeâve already made our choice to stay together. Thereâs no point in wondering whether or not it was the right one.â
Killian nuzzled his face into her hand then turned his head to place a kiss on her palm.
âBesides,â she said, his tough lass straightening her shoulders and setting her resolve. âIf Pan commands that one of us is to be harmed, then the harm will happen regardless.â
Killian cocked his head to one side, not completely sure what she meant by that statement.
Fortunately, she clarified, saying, âEither one of us will administer the injury, or heâll have one of his Lost Ones do it. Either way⊠the injury will occur. Thereâs nothing either of us can do to stop it from happening.â
âAye. Youâre right,â Killian replied. âI suppose the thing we must ask ourselves is whether we can endure the guilt, and every other emotion that might come with it, should we be the one to inflict such pain on the other.â
Several silent beats of his heart went by before she softly, yet hesitantly asked, âCould you?â
Killian took another beat to truly consider the question. The question heâd been considering for most of the night. If Pan commanded it, could he hurt the woman he loved?
âNo,â he stated definitively. âItâs one thing to administer a spanking to you, and quite another toâŠâ He balled his hand into a fist and stared down at it, his Adamâs apple bobbing painfully. âThe thought of putting my fist to you⊠I canât. I wonât.â Gazing back up at her, he added, âAnd I wonât fault you for having a Lost One mete out Panâs orders on me either. Especially if it will save you from having to carry that guilt, love.â
Emma nodded her understanding and acceptance, then prompted him to lie back down beside her. âLetâs hope it doesnât come to that,â she whispered softly, though there was very little hope in her tone.
âAye, love. Letâs hope so.â
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