The cool metal sent shivers through his body. Her fingertips brushed lightly up his arm, from his wrist to his shoulder. Down his bare chest, stopping just above of his boxers. His ocean eyes found her chocolate ones.
"Don't move," Regina whispered, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before getting off of the bed. He watched her ass as she left, quickly noticing that she was swaying her hips more than normal. He smirked, knowing she was messing with him. She could torture him all she wanted, in a few minutes, it would all be worth it.
Killian's wrist were cuffed above his head, the handcuff chain going behind one of her bed's metal bars that completed the headboard. He noticed she hadn't closed the cuff as tight as she should have. He tried to pull his wrist out, but his attempt at freedom was cut short by a cough.
"I told you to stay put," She said seductively.
"You were taking too long," He replied, his voice more husky than normal.
Regina smirked. "Perfection takes time."
He noticed then that she had changed out of her regular clothes, pencil and a blouse, and was now wearing a small, black, lacy gown. She sauntered over to the bed, taking her time, letting his eyes watch her body, letting his mind do things.
Finally, after what seemed longer than life, she reached the bed and crawled up. Placing a hand on either side of his body. She kissed his lips, the left corner of his mouth, the right corner of his mouth. She kissed his chin and down his neck. Biting here and there, hard enough to sting, but soft enough so no mark would be left. Her lips were then on his chest, her body now practically on top of his. She could feel something poking at her stomach and she smirked.
"Getting a little excited, are we pirate?"
He groaned low in his throat as she scraped down his stomach. Killian knew there'd be scratch marks there in the morning, but at the moment, he could care less. She dragged her tongue back up over the red lines that already forming, and felt his stomach muscles tighten under his skin.
"Love," He whispered, his eyes half closed. She smirked and sat up.
"Patience is something you obviously didn't inherit."
Before he could retort, her fingers were under the elastic of his boxers. He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out, but couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips.
She slowly pulled down the thin fabric down past his dick, past his knees, pushing it down to a stop around his ankles. She would have tossed it to the floor, but since his legs were tied to the bottom of her bed, she let them lay. Killian gasped as she softly grabbed him and stroked at his favorite asset. She felt his body shiver under her, and she bit her lip, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
"Bloody hell..." He whispered, suddenly realizing her intentions.
She smiled, flashing her white teeth at him through the dark room. Slowly, she lowered her head down and took his tip into her mouth. He groaned loudly, her warm mouth on his throbbing cock completely overriding any control he had left of his body. She slowly pulled him out, but quickly filled her mouth again. She pulled him out again, letting her teeth drag up his the sides of his duck.
"Gina," Killian's eyes were squeezed shut, beads of sweat were beginning to roll down his face. White hot heat was filling his body, and she knew that it wouldn't be much longer. Regina let her tongue dance along the tip and after a few more quick movements, cum spurted out into her mouth.
He fell back against the cool metal bed, sweaty and panting, trying to recover quickly from pure ecstasy. Killian felt her crawl up his body, and cracked an eye open.
"Amazing you are."
"I know," Regina shrugged with a smirk, pressing a long kiss to his lips. He kissed back with an equal amount of passion, not caring that he could taste himself on her tongue. After a minute she pulled away and her fingers disappeared inside her bra. A silver key glinted in the moonlight, and she lent over him, unlocking the handcuffs and freeing his hands from their prison.
"What now?" He asked, rubbing one of his wrist.
Regina pursed her lips and eyed him seductively, the handcuffs dangling from her finger, "Now, it's your turn."
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HookedQueen // One-Shots
FanfictionIf the carriage is rockin Don't come knockin (Feel free to use any of my one shots as an inspiration for any books you have in mind of writing. Tag me to them :) I would love to read them) Warning ⚠: Explicit/Adult Content. Mature Language.