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The Trade Off	By : LotornoMiko Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 5409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Trade Off
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Trade 11
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
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It was ridiculous how his mood had improved, how much better Hook was feeling about things. He actually felt something akin to being happy, which was right riot considering he hadn't truly felt that in years. Hadn't even felt a glimmer of it, Hook unable to be happy once Mila had been lost.
Instead grief had been his constant companion, Hook mourning Mila. Sad, angry, vengeful, all the darker emotions, even hate fueling him. Driving Hook all these years with one ambition as his sole motivator. To somehow get revenge on Rumplestiltskin. And now here was the key, actually in his care, Belle far better than destroying some scrappy piece of fabric. He couldn't wait to see Rumplestiltskin's heart break, but more than that, Hook was looking forward to having Belle. To learning just what kind of woman she really was, in and out of his bed.
It was that kind of eagerness that made it difficult for Hook to keep his hand off of her. But he was determined to act the gentleman, at least within reason, ushering Belle below deck, with nothing more than a proprietary touch on the small of her back. When really he wanted to do more, to claim fully what she had bargained away. But so far he hadn't done more than kiss her, Hook going to great lengths to control himself. It was an effort, but he didn't want to scare Belle completely. Not if they were going to have a relationship, twisted as it was.
Once Hook would have despised the thought of what he was doing, all but forcing a woman to be his. True Belle had given her consent, but it had been reluctant, the woman having had to make what might prove the most difficult decision of her life. Frankly it was downright criminal, how deeply devoted she had been to such an undeserving man. Belle would be far off better with Hook caring for her, than she could ever be with that monster. And one day, Belle would come to believe that too.
He gave her the merest ghost of a smile, the woman pale faced and nervous. She looked as though she was in shock, as though Belle couldn't believe what she had just agreed to. It made her compliant, Belle unresisting as he guided her down into the ship. She'd continue in that daze, right up onto they reached the bedroom, Hook doing a flourishing gesture with his arm.
"My lady..." He began, unable to keep from stressing that possession. Belle seemed to flinch back into awareness, needed to be prodded forward before she would deign to cross the threshold to his bedroom. She flinched again, at the sound of the door's lock turning, the poor dear looking close to fainting.
He wasn't completely cruel, taking pity on her. Guiding her over to sit down in a chair, Hook retreating long enough to pour her a glass of spirits. She'd blink up at him with those pretty blue eyes, still too in shock to properly show her confusion.
"Here love...this will help you relax." Hook said. He was impressed when she took hold of the glass, her hand barely shaking. Certainly nothing spilled, Belle drinking down half the glass without making any comments, not even about the strong taste of the brandy.
"Feeling a bit better, darling?" Hook asked, in the middle of shrugging out of his long leather coat. Belle's eyes were on him the entire time, flinching once more when the coat hit the floor. The flinching bothered him, but wasn't enough to get him to consider stopping. He was wanting her too much, driven by a need that didn't completely have to do with him taking revenge on Rumplestiltskin.
"Love..." He began. "You have to...."
"Could you not do that?" Belle interrupted suddenly. "Could you not call me that, or darling, or any other of the dozens of endearments I'm sure you know."
This time Hook did frown, confused by this request of hers. "Why ever not?"
"Because it's too much of a lie." Belle spoke plainly. "It gives the illusion that there is some kind of affection between us, some kind of real feeling or relationship when this is nothing more than a trade."
"Ah Belle." He approached her, taking the half empty glass from her hands, and setting it aside. "You really have no concept of what you just agreed to, do you?"
"I agreed to....to have sex with you." She whispered, and Hook gave her a look.
"Ah Belle, it's a lot more complicated than that." His hand was reaching for her, cupping her cheek. She managed not to flinch for that, holding herself absolutely still.
"Complicated?" She echoed with a question. "What do you mean?"
"You agreed to be my woman. That means you're under my care, that you belong to me in and out of bed." Her eyes which were still so shocked looking, began to dawn with a horrific understanding. Hook wasn't particularly pleased with that kind of over exaggerated reaction, considering himself a nice man to look at, and even nicer man to take as a lover.
"You do understand now, don't you?" Hook asked. "That this isn't a one time thing."
"No...that's not...that can't be what I was agreeing too!" She protested wildly.
"Ah Belle, my darling....you did." She pushed his hand away from her, Hook letting it drop to his side. Watching as her eyes grew wet, though she didn't outright start crying. "You really are innocent of the way of the world. Even after all the time you spent with that devil Rumplestiltskin." He tsked. "You'd think he above all people would have taught you to be careful what deals you make, and with who."
"Are you saying you're as bad as Rumplestiltskin?" Belle asked, watching as Hook lowered himself to one knee.
"Oh love, I can be so much worse than him." He touched her leg, feeling the thin hose she wore over them. Belle starting trembling, her eyes on him as he began smiling, rubbing his hand up and down her shapely calve.
There was things they needed to get clear, things Belle had to understand. It was more than just sex, more than just making a show of affection. Hook wanted Belle to understand just what he wanted from her, ALL that he wanted.
Difficult though it was to concentrate, when he felt the sheer silk on her leg, Hook still made an effort to talk. "I wasn't kidding when I said you had succeeded in selling me on just how appealing a woman you are."
"Appealing?" She frowned at him. "So you think I'm pretty?"
"Well that too." Hook agreed with a smile. "But beauty alone wouldn't have been enough. Not without a spirit to match." He was still caressing her leg, still kneeling, gazing up at her. Her legs were pressed tight together, obscuring his view of what was under that wickedly short skirt. But Hook would bet money that whatever she wore beneath her dress, would be an overly provocative sight given how the women of this world all dressed.
"You're smart Belle. You're brave, and you're loyal. You devote yourself fully to your man, believing in him against all odds." Hook rested his hand on her knee. "It's that kind of devotion I admire. The kind I want for myself."
"You must know you can't have it. Not from me."
"But I can!" interrupted Hook. "There's more to being my woman than just affection. I want you devote yourself to me, to think of me often. To swear loyalty to me and mean it."
"I don't love you..."
"I'm not asking you to love me." Hook retorted. "But I am asking you to devote yourself to me. Telling you to get to know me, to find something you can like about, and use that as a basis to form a relationship with me."
"A relationship? With a woman you had to manipulate into this situation?" Belle asked in disbelief.
"It's better than being my whore." Hook said, his tone turning cold. "And far better than anything you could have gotten from Rumplestiltskin."
"You know nothing about my relationship with him."
"I know it's over." Hook told her. "He'll never forgive you for this. Not even for the fact you made this bargain in order to help him get back his son." He extended his hand towards her face, fingertips brushing the line of her jaw gently. "There's no going back to him, Belle. You've lost everything where he is concerned. Might as well pick up the pieces of your life and move on..."
"With you?" She demanded, lip curling.
"With me." He agreed, ignoring the way she scoffed in response. His fingers did one more caress, and then he lowered it to the front of her sweater, reaching for the button that held it together over her breasts. An immediate gasp was given, Belle reaching for his wrist, trying to pull his hand away.
"I can do that myself."
"I've no doubt you can, but I WANT to do it." Hook said, shrugging off her attempts to pull his hand away. He meant what he said, not only wanting, but needing to do this. To strip and bare her body to him, Hook wanting to be involved every step of the way with her body's unveiling.
"Fine, do as you like." She grumbled, and stiffened at his dark chuckle.
"Oh I will love, I will."
He made deft work of her buttons, not even a single one being torn free of the sweater. Hook then carefully pulled it open, watching Belle's face as he began to ease the sweater off her arms.
"That's better." Hook said, his tone and smile soft. The sweater was dropped on the floor, Hook rising up to loom over Belle. She raised her gaze to him, expression trying for a defiant look. He only smiled more, Hook bending over her to kiss her. Slowly at first, not at all trying to force her mouth open. Just kissing and mouthing at her lips, working them over so that they plumped enough to give her a pouting look.
Brushing his thumb over her lips, his hand then slid across her cheek, and into her hair. Holding her, guiding Belle to tilt her head to the side, Hook began kissing down her neck. Belle remained silent during this, bravely enduring what he was doing. Her hands ended up in her lap, forming two tight fists that had even her arms shaking from the effort not to hit him.
Belle nearly jumped when he gently scraped his teeth over her pulse point. The tension didn't leave her, even as he began mouthing at it, sucking and worrying at the skin, working to make a bruise blossom. It was a blatant marking, Hook leaving proof of his kiss in a spot easily seen. He'd soon make similar ones elsewhere on Belle's body, Hook marking her even on skin that would normally be hidden from prying eyes.
He let go of her hair, his hand pressing just over the top of her breasts. Resting there palm down, not doing anything as he kissed over her shoulder, using his teeth to tug on the thin strap that held up her dress. Once dislodge, it began slipping down her shoulder, Hook following it with his mouth. Caressing his lips over her skin, and using his hook's tip to pull down the strap on the opposite arm.
When he began peeling the blouse downwards, Belle made some kind of protesting noise. He quickly moved to kiss her quiet, mouth more forceful now, tongue licking repeatedly over the seam of her lips. She made another sound, Hook breaking the kiss, looking her straight in the eyes before moving to drop kisses on the tops of her breasts.
The blouse was drawn down to her waist, Belle just in her strapless bra. It was as sinful and wicked a creation as he had expected, the cups barely able to contain her full glory. He actually tugged it down with his mouth, delighted as her breasts bounced free of the confining lace.
"Hook." It was the first time she had ever said his name, Hook glancing away from her breasts. Spying her cheeks which had the faintest dusting of color on them, Belle embarrassed and uncomfortable. "Don't." She said, then made her voice louder than the soft whisper she had been using. "Don't bother. Just get on with it."
"Oh no Belle." Hook told her. "That is not going to happen. I am not just going to use you just to get off." He moved to kiss her, placing his mouth just over one nipple. "Belle, my pet, you are going to know exactly what it feels like to be my woman."
She actually shuddered, and cried out, Hook's mouth closing around her nipple. It wasn't yet stiff, Belle hadn't begun to react to him with anything like arousal. But Hook was sure he could change that, and he didn't mind if it would take a little effort on his part, the pirate the kind of man who enjoyed a woman's body, and the many lovely ways one could pleasure a lady.
Eyes on Belle's face, Hook watched her as he worked over her nipple. Letting the hot wet feel of his mouth stimulate it, his tongue laving over it, making it ache. His lips pursed tighter around it, Hook beginning to suck gently but determinedly on her. Belle thrashed her head from side to side, her hands touching his shoulders, trying to push him away. Hook growled in warning at her, getting more vigorously, cheeks hollowing out at the ruthless way he had at her.
Belle began biting at her lip, fighting against her cries. She couldn't stop from arching when his good hand covered her other breast. his fingers squeezing, then kneading that soft pliant flesh. He felt the nipple there begin to protrude against the palm of his hand, Hook rubbing in circular motions over it.
"Don't hold back love." Hook said when he let her nipple pop out of his mouth. "Let me hear your voice." He was rewarded with her glare, Hook licking one more time over her nipple, before switching to the other breast. Belle's nails began digging into his shirt, the woman shifting in place. Hook dropped his hand, to put his arms around her waist, lifting her up off the chair to hoist her high on his body. Her legs bent, knees squeezing on either side of him, Belle seeking balance. Hook was still connected to her, mouth moving vigorously over her sweet nipple as he stumbled in the direction of his bed.
They tumbled down together, the surprise of it making Belle cry out. Hook held her a moment longer, kissing between her breasts, and under them, mouthing at the plump flesh there. Distracting her as he got the dress off the rest of the way, tearing the hose in his eager attempts to get at the treat her panties covered.
He'd pause to kiss on her waist, to plant moist kisses on her left hip, just over the strap of her panties. His fingers would touch over the lace, Belle attempting to shy away. Never did Hook miss his hand more, than now, when he was limited in just what he could do to hold Belle still. It came down to choices, Hook having to decide just what he would use his sole remaining hand for.
There was things he missed, such as being able to pin a woman down, while having his other hand free to roam all over her body. A whispered command could be just as effective, depending on the woman, but ultimately not as satisfying as the feel of holding a woman by her hips,pinning her to the bed, forcing her to be still while he took his time exploring.
"Just be still love." Hook urged Belle. "Be still and let me take care of you."
"You've done enough, haven't you?" Belle asked. "There's no more need to play at caring."
"You really don't understand."
"I understand plenty." Belle insisted. "You mean to shame me."
"Not even close." Hook replied. He shifted, moving up her body, attempting to kiss her again. Belle quickly turned her head to the side, Hook retaliating by cupping her groin over her panties. Her reaction was immediate, Belle whipping her face back towards him. Her eyes flashed, she was angry. He kissed her anyway, moving his fingers slowly, rhythmically over the lace covering her sex. It was slight, but stimulating, Hook caressing over and over as he kissed Belle.
Her breath hitched in her throat, her breasts heaving. That slight blush was increasing, her cheeks pink and reddening even further. It would soon spread out, her whole face red with it, the flush not entirely embarrassment but arousal.
By the time he eased aside the lace, pressing his fingers directly over her dampening slit. Belle was kissing Hook back. It wasn't yet a total surrender, the kisses not yet desperate. Hook wanted her urgent, wanting her aching for his cock. Wanted Belle to want him, to be in be in as much pain as he was starting to feel, his erection trapped in the confines of his pants.
His hook all but tore open the front of them, Hook's dick springing free. It afforded him just the tiniest bit of relief, Hook sighing against Belle's lips. Licking slowly over them, then dropping a kiss to her shoulder, his fingers busy between her legs. Rubbing over her slit, then spreading it, dipping his fingers into the moisture pooling there. She was wet enough, but Hook wanted her positively dripping, crazy for him.
His fingers moved more purposefully with that intent in mind, stroking over and over, then doing a rough circling movement over her clit. The tiniest whimper escaped Belle, her hips jerking back. Hook rubbed her clit again, making that tiny pearl throb while he kissed between her breasts. He was really lamenting the loss of his other hand, Hook shifting, kissing down Belle's body, laving his tongue over her navel before spreading her legs.
He got a good look at her treasure, her aroused flesh as pink as her face, and glistening from the juices of her arousal. Hook fought back a growl, glancing up at Belle who was covering her face with her hands.
"Pretty here as well." he praised her and meant it. He kissed on the inside of her thigh, one butterfly soft kiss after the other. Working his way to her wet center. She tried to close her legs, but Hook was in the way, her knees bumping against his shoulders.
Belle cried out, the sound loud when Hook pressed his mouth to her. One taste was all it took to make Hook wild, the man feasting on Belle's flesh like she was the finest delicacy ever to be had. Kissing her flesh, mouthing at it, actually sucking on it. Then kissing again, his lips caressing over every spot, making Belle shiver and shake. She actually began to lose it long before his tongue started lapping at her clit, Belle's legs no longer trying to close, that rigid tension leaving her as she all but collapsed in place on the bed.
Kneading the thigh of one of her splayed legs, Hook looked up at Belle. She had her eyes closed, her voice doing a high keening sound. Little gasps and ooohs escaped her, Belle even saying yes at one point. Her body was not still, the woman moving, practically dancing in place. Her breasts quivered with every frantic breath, Belle continued to gasp and moan, actually squealing at times.
Her hands were active, Belle clutching at the bed sheets. Digging her nails into them, then fisting what she had pulled up, Belle moaning out an OH God. Hook kept licking her, fascinated, aroused by what he was seeing. Enthralled by her movements, the sheer pleasure she was feeling, and the way she had finally given over to it.
It was so damn sexy, Hook rubbing himself against the bed. Marveling at the wonder of it, downright shocked that a mere bookworm could be this erotic, this appealing. Her little passion induced show was elevating his estimation of Belle's worth, Hook wondering how in the world Rumplestiltskin thought to keep such a treasure all to himself.
His mouth moved, his tongue probing at the entrance to her body. She wasn't a virgin, that much was clear. That demon Rumplestiltskin hadn't been able to keep his hands off her after all, but Hook didn't mind---MUCH. Not when it meant Rumplestiltskin would know just what a sexy piece he had lost, Belle a wild, passionate being, gyrating in time to the thrusting of Hook's tongue.
She was still moving, still moaning, when he finally lifted his mouth up. His tongue licked his lips, tasting her arousal on them. He didn't stop touching her, fingers plunging inside her, thrusting fast and making her bounce against them in a sheer desperate attempt to ride herself to a climax.
Hook kissed on her body in several more places, before he shifted upwards, looming over Belle. She was too lost to notice him hovering over her, watching her with sheer and utter fascination in his eyes. Her lids were fluttering rapidly, Belle arching up off the bed. Hook couldn't stop staring, thinking her the most beautiful, most erotic thing ever.
She was full out panting when her body began to climax, Hook holding in his groan at the way her sex clenched around his fingers. He couldn't wait to feel that same tight squeezing around his cock, Hook moaning in sheer anticipation of it. Wanting Belle, needing her, actually dribbling pre come on the bed, Hook saw no more reason to wait.
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*gets killed for the to be continue stopping point.*
Mainly I stopped here, cause I want to try to do the next moments in Belle's POV. Course we'll see how that goes. might end up not liking it, and try a Hook POV after all. But I probably won't try anything until tomorrow. Need my sleep!
------Michelle
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