Bedtime Routines, part 2
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scripsiTitle: Bedtime Routines, part 2
Pairing: Hook/Mrs. Darling, Hook/Wendy
Rating: NC-17
Category: Dubious consent.
AN: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
japanpeterpan for beta.
The yearning Mrs. Darling had felt for so long nearly overwhelmed her. For years she had bitten her knuckles at night when her longing became too strong, and now all that suppressed need flowed freely. She abandoned her fear and all thoughts of appropriate behaviour and wrapped her legs around Hook's waist to try to pull him closer and harder inside her. But for her it was over too quickly. His movements grew more frequent, and she could feel something build inside her, but before that could surface, Hook buried himself inside her with a groan and was still.
To Mrs. Darling's utter embarrassment she felt disappointed, and the knowing look Hook gave her when he stood up indicated that he was perfectly aware of that, which made her feel even more uncomfortable. When she sat up she could see that Wendy sat with her back turned against them, her hands clasped over her ears in an effort not to hear what had happened in the same room. Hook picked up the sash from Wendy's dressing gown from the floor and deftly created a loop with a few knots.
“Turn around,” he ordered Mrs. Darling.
She stared at him. When Wendy took down her hands and turned her head, her face was very white. “He is going to kill me”, Mrs. Darling thought. “Now he has got what he wanted from me, and now he will strangle me.”
But she dared not defy him, so she turned so she was kneeling on the bed, her whole body trembling.
“Cross your hands behind your back.”
Somewhat puzzled Mrs. Darling did so, and then she could feel the loop around her wrists, and then how it tightened and was pulled taut before Hook tied it. Relief flooded her body and when he was done she sank down on the bed again. She looked at him and he gave her a sardonic smile.
“Trust me, woman, if I wanted to get rid of you I would have used better equipment.” And he brandished his hook in her direction before he turned away from her, focusing his attention on Wendy instead.
“My dear girl, you didn't take the opportunity to learn a valuable lesson right now. We can't have that.”
He dragged Wendy up from the chair and toward the bed, her daughter evidently so petrified with fear that she made no attempt to struggle, though an almost inaudible moan came from her lips. When Hook pushed her down beside Mrs. Darling, she couldn't help to protest.
“You promised not to do anything to Wendy. You said you wouldn't!”
“Correction. I said I wouldn't take her tonight. Nothing else. Now, both of you better keep quiet, or you'll regret it.”
Quite gently he made Wendy lie on her back on the bed, and then he kneeled on the floor. He tugged her towards him, so her legs fell aside on each side of her body, and then he pulled up her petticoat, so her legs were revealed. Mrs. Darling could hear soft sobs from her daughter, but as Hook pressed the sharp hook against Wendy's leg, Mrs. Darling dared not say anything. Then he pulled the fabric further, slashing away Wendy's drawers with the hook.
Mrs. Darling watched Hook's dark head bow over her daughter's body, and when she realised what he was doing she almost cried out aloud her shock and repulsion. But she bit her tongue, aware of the shining hook that rested on Wendy's thigh. Instead she tried to look away, but it was as if her head was forced back by invisible hands- she couldn't help but look.
At first Wendy's body was tense, but gradually it relaxed, her fingers curled only to uncurl again, and though she had closed her eyes, her lips parted in a silent moan. Mrs. Darling could feel her own arousal grow again, without wanting it she started to imagine how it would feel to have a tongue touching the most private parts of her body. It must be so soft, so warm, so- wet.
In an effort to relieve the growing tension in her body she pressed her thighs together, rubbing them against each other, but the only thing she succeeded in was making her arousal swell. When Wendy's breath quickened and her breathing grew shorter and sharper, Mrs. Darling found herself breathing faster as well. Then Wendy blushed, a deep red, and she cried out as her body tensed like a strung bow. Moments later, her breath became irregular, and her face turned pale again and she slumped back against the mattress.
“She has fainted,” Mrs. Darling cried, momentarily forgetting her own feelings. “You have to let her breathe, quickly.”
Hook swore, and then rolled Wendy over so he could cut the laces in her corset, and when he rolled her back Mrs. Darling could see, much to her relief, Wendy's breathing grow normal again. After a few moments her eyes flew up, but after looking at Hook with an utmost horror she turned away from him and started to cry. Mrs. Darling made a movement to try to get to her child, but she was stopped by Hook's hand on her shoulder.
“She was deliciously sweet, your daughter. I wonder if you will taste as sweet. I look forward to finding out.”
Mrs. Darling could feel her arousal flood back at his words. Though she angrily told herself that she would hate it, her body felt overheated at the thought of it. She did nothing to try to avoid him when he got behind her, pulling her up so she was kneeling on the bed. It was an awkward position, with her hands bound she could do nothing to prevent her face from being pushed down into the mattress and preventing her from breathing. She was all too aware how the overly tight corset made her arousal even more noticeable, her blood pounding in her veins, seemingly to flow between her legs instead of her heart.
Her intimate encounters with her husband had always taken place in the dark, she on her back and her nightgown rolled up just past her waist. To kneel like this, feeling how Hook filled her in a new way seemed more like the coupling of animals than humans, but oh how good it felt. Once again she abandoned herself to the feeling, ignoring the voice of the proper wife, and pushed back to meet Hook's thrust. The sweet tension grew again, stronger this time, and then exploded inside her, silently, but strongly, and she became too preoccupied to ride it through to pay much attention to the fact that Hook followed.
When Hook had arranged his clothing he pulled Mrs. Darling off the bed so she was standing, and then he picked up Wendy, who was still crying, in his arms.
“Please,” Mrs. Darling said. “Please, leave Wendy here. I'll do anything you want, I promise, if you just leave her.”
Hook looked at her thoughtfully a moment. “Quite tempting, at least had the circumstances been different. As it is now, I need Wendy more than I need you. Wendy is for business first, you- on the other hand- will be a pure pleasure. Come along now, and don't make a fuss. We are going to a place where your beauty will never fail, and you will have your daughter with you.”
He turned and went out from the room with his burden, and Mrs. Darling, seeing no way out, followed him.
Pairing: Hook/Mrs. Darling, Hook/Wendy
Rating: NC-17
Category: Dubious consent.
AN: Thanks to
japanpeterpan for beta.The yearning Mrs. Darling had felt for so long nearly overwhelmed her. For years she had bitten her knuckles at night when her longing became too strong, and now all that suppressed need flowed freely. She abandoned her fear and all thoughts of appropriate behaviour and wrapped her legs around Hook's waist to try to pull him closer and harder inside her. But for her it was over too quickly. His movements grew more frequent, and she could feel something build inside her, but before that could surface, Hook buried himself inside her with a groan and was still.
To Mrs. Darling's utter embarrassment she felt disappointed, and the knowing look Hook gave her when he stood up indicated that he was perfectly aware of that, which made her feel even more uncomfortable. When she sat up she could see that Wendy sat with her back turned against them, her hands clasped over her ears in an effort not to hear what had happened in the same room. Hook picked up the sash from Wendy's dressing gown from the floor and deftly created a loop with a few knots.
“Turn around,” he ordered Mrs. Darling.
She stared at him. When Wendy took down her hands and turned her head, her face was very white. “He is going to kill me”, Mrs. Darling thought. “Now he has got what he wanted from me, and now he will strangle me.”
But she dared not defy him, so she turned so she was kneeling on the bed, her whole body trembling.
“Cross your hands behind your back.”
Somewhat puzzled Mrs. Darling did so, and then she could feel the loop around her wrists, and then how it tightened and was pulled taut before Hook tied it. Relief flooded her body and when he was done she sank down on the bed again. She looked at him and he gave her a sardonic smile.
“Trust me, woman, if I wanted to get rid of you I would have used better equipment.” And he brandished his hook in her direction before he turned away from her, focusing his attention on Wendy instead.
“My dear girl, you didn't take the opportunity to learn a valuable lesson right now. We can't have that.”
He dragged Wendy up from the chair and toward the bed, her daughter evidently so petrified with fear that she made no attempt to struggle, though an almost inaudible moan came from her lips. When Hook pushed her down beside Mrs. Darling, she couldn't help to protest.
“You promised not to do anything to Wendy. You said you wouldn't!”
“Correction. I said I wouldn't take her tonight. Nothing else. Now, both of you better keep quiet, or you'll regret it.”
Quite gently he made Wendy lie on her back on the bed, and then he kneeled on the floor. He tugged her towards him, so her legs fell aside on each side of her body, and then he pulled up her petticoat, so her legs were revealed. Mrs. Darling could hear soft sobs from her daughter, but as Hook pressed the sharp hook against Wendy's leg, Mrs. Darling dared not say anything. Then he pulled the fabric further, slashing away Wendy's drawers with the hook.
Mrs. Darling watched Hook's dark head bow over her daughter's body, and when she realised what he was doing she almost cried out aloud her shock and repulsion. But she bit her tongue, aware of the shining hook that rested on Wendy's thigh. Instead she tried to look away, but it was as if her head was forced back by invisible hands- she couldn't help but look.
At first Wendy's body was tense, but gradually it relaxed, her fingers curled only to uncurl again, and though she had closed her eyes, her lips parted in a silent moan. Mrs. Darling could feel her own arousal grow again, without wanting it she started to imagine how it would feel to have a tongue touching the most private parts of her body. It must be so soft, so warm, so- wet.
In an effort to relieve the growing tension in her body she pressed her thighs together, rubbing them against each other, but the only thing she succeeded in was making her arousal swell. When Wendy's breath quickened and her breathing grew shorter and sharper, Mrs. Darling found herself breathing faster as well. Then Wendy blushed, a deep red, and she cried out as her body tensed like a strung bow. Moments later, her breath became irregular, and her face turned pale again and she slumped back against the mattress.
“She has fainted,” Mrs. Darling cried, momentarily forgetting her own feelings. “You have to let her breathe, quickly.”
Hook swore, and then rolled Wendy over so he could cut the laces in her corset, and when he rolled her back Mrs. Darling could see, much to her relief, Wendy's breathing grow normal again. After a few moments her eyes flew up, but after looking at Hook with an utmost horror she turned away from him and started to cry. Mrs. Darling made a movement to try to get to her child, but she was stopped by Hook's hand on her shoulder.
“She was deliciously sweet, your daughter. I wonder if you will taste as sweet. I look forward to finding out.”
Mrs. Darling could feel her arousal flood back at his words. Though she angrily told herself that she would hate it, her body felt overheated at the thought of it. She did nothing to try to avoid him when he got behind her, pulling her up so she was kneeling on the bed. It was an awkward position, with her hands bound she could do nothing to prevent her face from being pushed down into the mattress and preventing her from breathing. She was all too aware how the overly tight corset made her arousal even more noticeable, her blood pounding in her veins, seemingly to flow between her legs instead of her heart.
Her intimate encounters with her husband had always taken place in the dark, she on her back and her nightgown rolled up just past her waist. To kneel like this, feeling how Hook filled her in a new way seemed more like the coupling of animals than humans, but oh how good it felt. Once again she abandoned herself to the feeling, ignoring the voice of the proper wife, and pushed back to meet Hook's thrust. The sweet tension grew again, stronger this time, and then exploded inside her, silently, but strongly, and she became too preoccupied to ride it through to pay much attention to the fact that Hook followed.
When Hook had arranged his clothing he pulled Mrs. Darling off the bed so she was standing, and then he picked up Wendy, who was still crying, in his arms.
“Please,” Mrs. Darling said. “Please, leave Wendy here. I'll do anything you want, I promise, if you just leave her.”
Hook looked at her thoughtfully a moment. “Quite tempting, at least had the circumstances been different. As it is now, I need Wendy more than I need you. Wendy is for business first, you- on the other hand- will be a pure pleasure. Come along now, and don't make a fuss. We are going to a place where your beauty will never fail, and you will have your daughter with you.”
He turned and went out from the room with his burden, and Mrs. Darling, seeing no way out, followed him.
