Seven: Not All Clubs are for Dancing
Rating: NC-17
It was a very short skirt, Tonks thought, although being leather it clung nicely. The matching bustier did lovely things for her top, as well. Being an individual sort of girl, she'd gone for the pale cream-brown, which blended nicely with her skin,
almost the same color. It was only the polished surface of the leather that showed where her skin began and ended, in the dim light of the club.
Bill was wearing a red shirt, unbuttoned, leather trousers hanging off his hips. But the way his arm sat on her shoulders, it was obvious that she was NOT up for grabs. Tonks was his. With a little smirk, he lead the way to a circular red velvet bed
in the middle of the club. Reserved for the best, after all.
Tonks couldn't keep her eyes off of him as he guided her to the bed. He really looked spectacular and held her attention completely. She could care less who else was looking at her, as long as he did. Of course, the whole point of coming here was so that other people could look. That just added to the fun in the end.
Bill pulled her close as they waited for the couple lounging on the bed to move. It was sort of a rule that they couldn't stay there unless they were moving. Pulling the collar out of his pocket, he held up her hair, wrapping it around her neck.
"Mine," he growled, already taking the position of control.
"Yours," she agreed automatically, shivering a bit at the feel of the collar. Immediately submitting properly, she lowered her eyes and waited for him to tell her what to do. Of course the excitement of being collared sent a thread of arousal
through her immediately, and she strained not to shift her body in response.
Bill glared at the couple on the bed before jerking his head to get them to move. It was obvious that he was in charge, and the pair finally moved, giving him the chance to sit on the bed, looking up at her with hooded eyes.
"Go find two toys you want to use, Nymphadora," he commanded.
Tonks obeyed, wandering around to a few tables, debating in her head. She also fended off a few wandering hands in a subtle but violent way. Finally she found what she wanted and headed back happily enough, nipple clamps and dildo in hand, holding them out to him respectfully.
Bill set them on the bed, nodding approvingly. Some of the regulars were already waiting. They didn't come often, but when they did it was always a good show. Reaching out, Bill pulled just the crotch of her outfit open, sliding his fingers into her. "Not nearly ready. Start playing with yourself, Nymphadora."
"Yes sir," she murmured, crawling up onto the bed and shifting to give him the best view, but also a good view for the watchers. Them, she ignored, and focused completely on watching him. Sitting against the pillows she raised one knee up to her chest and lay back slightly, spreading her thighs as far as she could. Then she put her fingers to work, teasing herself wickedly for all who watched.
Bill smirked, standing again with his arms crossed to watch her. She was so good at giving him what he wanted. Already his trousers were uncomfortable, but he had amazing self-control. "Stop teasing yourself. You know where you want them."
Tonks nodded and moaned lightly as she slid first one, then two, then three fingers into herself, while managing to massage her clit with her thumb at the same time. It wasn't nearly the same as having him inside her, but she enjoyed it, and it showed.
"That's enough," Bill said firmly, dropping his hand to his trousers, about to unzip himself before thinking better of it.
"... unzip me with your teeth. And then you know what to do."
She stopped immediately, of course and withdrew her fingers before getting up on all fours and crawling over to him. It really wasn't her fault that his trousers were so tight, and it took a bit of effort to unzip them with her teeth, although that tongue that ran along the waistband probably was a bit much. Tonks loved to see the muscles shift when she did that.
Having succeeded, she admired him for a moment, loving the way the leather framed him, before running her tongue up the length of him slowly.
A bit much, but you wouldn't hear him complaining. Bill reached behind her, sliding his fingers into her, smirking. She was already so wet. "That's it, Nymphadora. Make it your own," he murmured, leaning down for just a minute to nip at her shoulder.
She groaned against him as his fingers slid in, her hips shifting back to help him. Then she turned her full attention to pleasing him, taking him into her mouth. Tonks always loved doing this to him, because it required so much effort and attention to detail. She had to balance her mouth and the stretch of it, the right grating edge of teeth, how deeply to take him with each movement, and how to wrap her tongue just perfectly. She worked to perfect it, each and every time.
And it was perfect. Bill groaned out loud, having to pull away. He was not about to come already. Slapping her arse once, he stood up fully, regaining his breath as he laid out on the bed. "... Nymphadora, strip for me," he murmured, stroking himself just slightly. "Then we can play."
It took a bit to do so, as there were laces and ties and zips holding everything in place. Happily enough it required a great deal of bending, twisting and turning to undo everything before she could even slip her top off. The skirt was easier, although she had to respectfully ask him to unzip it, as she couldn't quite do it herself.
Bill reached forward, giving her another slap on her arse as he did so. With a groan, he reached over for one of the clamps, licking her nipple before putting on her. "Grab the other one, Nymphadora," he growled, even as his teeth worked on her other.
Tonks obeyed willingly, unable to repress a moan at the feel of the clamp and his teeth, or to keep her back from arching at the sensations. It didn't bother her in the least to be bare in front of all the watching people. All she noticed was Bill.
Bill put the other on her bare peak, smirking more than a touch as he slid her onto his length at the same time. "That's it, Nymphadora..." he murmured against her ear, nipping it as he thrust his hips up. "I love you."
Her cry echoed through the room, stilling several other couples, as the combined sensation of his thrust and the mild pain meshed and exploded in her. Tonks was sure her body showed exactly how incredible it, and he, felt to her. It was all she could to reply. "Love you...."
Bill grabbed the dildo from the side table, setting it next to him as he moved his fingers in to slowly enter her from behind. The toy wasn't really that big at all. Besides, right now he wanted to be inside of her, warm and happy.
It was so hard, being so good, when all she wanted to do was scream and swear with pleasure, and bite and claw. Tonks found her outlet in begging him, begging him to use the dildo on her, to do whatever he wanted to her, as long as it pleased him.
Bill slid the dildo in quickly, feeling it bump against him, groaning loudly as her hips arched slightly. "Oh fuck..." he groaned against her shoulder.
She cried out in reply, quickly losing any form of coherent thought except one. He had to give her permission before she could come. So she held on for dear life, fingers beginning to strain against his back.
Bill pounded into her mercilessly, his hair flying behind him, already matted in sweat. She was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. "You can come, Nymphadora," he groaned, grabbing her lips for an intent, hard kiss. "Come for me, Nymphadora."
That was all it took and she let go, screaming his name as she went. Her back arched and her head flew back, her face showing every bit of her own pleasure to the watching crowd.
Bill bit her neck hard as he arched finally into her, his fingers leaving marks on her hips. The crowd knew exactly whose she was now. From now on, no one would touch her without asking his permission first.
"Love you," he mumbled again, groaning.
Tonks fell against him, whimpering at the intensity of the experience. When she could think, and breathe, again, she nestled her face into his neck. "I love you, only you. Yours."
Bill smiled, holding her tightly, removing the toy and leaving only him inside of her. Only him. "Good. Now everyone knows it," he mumbled, unable to do much except hold onto her. No one was going to rush them for the bed anyway.
"Good. Grabby-handed bastards," she mumbled against his skin. Tonks really didn't like anyone else trying to touch her without her permission.
Bill smiled, finally managing to slide out of her and getting her back into her clothes. "Let's get home. I want to curl up in our bed."
Tonks really liked that idea. She was more than drowsy at this point. Still it wouldn't do to go out looking worn and tired.
After all, they had a reputation to maintain. Winking at him, she held out her arms to be carried.
Bill picked her up, holding her closely as they left the club amid cheers. They were the best, really.
It was a very short skirt, Tonks thought, although being leather it clung nicely. The matching bustier did lovely things for her top, as well. Being an individual sort of girl, she'd gone for the pale cream-brown, which blended nicely with her skin,
almost the same color. It was only the polished surface of the leather that showed where her skin began and ended, in the dim light of the club.
Bill was wearing a red shirt, unbuttoned, leather trousers hanging off his hips. But the way his arm sat on her shoulders, it was obvious that she was NOT up for grabs. Tonks was his. With a little smirk, he lead the way to a circular red velvet bed
in the middle of the club. Reserved for the best, after all.
Tonks couldn't keep her eyes off of him as he guided her to the bed. He really looked spectacular and held her attention completely. She could care less who else was looking at her, as long as he did. Of course, the whole point of coming here was so that other people could look. That just added to the fun in the end.
Bill pulled her close as they waited for the couple lounging on the bed to move. It was sort of a rule that they couldn't stay there unless they were moving. Pulling the collar out of his pocket, he held up her hair, wrapping it around her neck.
"Mine," he growled, already taking the position of control.
"Yours," she agreed automatically, shivering a bit at the feel of the collar. Immediately submitting properly, she lowered her eyes and waited for him to tell her what to do. Of course the excitement of being collared sent a thread of arousal
through her immediately, and she strained not to shift her body in response.
Bill glared at the couple on the bed before jerking his head to get them to move. It was obvious that he was in charge, and the pair finally moved, giving him the chance to sit on the bed, looking up at her with hooded eyes.
"Go find two toys you want to use, Nymphadora," he commanded.
Tonks obeyed, wandering around to a few tables, debating in her head. She also fended off a few wandering hands in a subtle but violent way. Finally she found what she wanted and headed back happily enough, nipple clamps and dildo in hand, holding them out to him respectfully.
Bill set them on the bed, nodding approvingly. Some of the regulars were already waiting. They didn't come often, but when they did it was always a good show. Reaching out, Bill pulled just the crotch of her outfit open, sliding his fingers into her. "Not nearly ready. Start playing with yourself, Nymphadora."
"Yes sir," she murmured, crawling up onto the bed and shifting to give him the best view, but also a good view for the watchers. Them, she ignored, and focused completely on watching him. Sitting against the pillows she raised one knee up to her chest and lay back slightly, spreading her thighs as far as she could. Then she put her fingers to work, teasing herself wickedly for all who watched.
Bill smirked, standing again with his arms crossed to watch her. She was so good at giving him what he wanted. Already his trousers were uncomfortable, but he had amazing self-control. "Stop teasing yourself. You know where you want them."
Tonks nodded and moaned lightly as she slid first one, then two, then three fingers into herself, while managing to massage her clit with her thumb at the same time. It wasn't nearly the same as having him inside her, but she enjoyed it, and it showed.
"That's enough," Bill said firmly, dropping his hand to his trousers, about to unzip himself before thinking better of it.
"... unzip me with your teeth. And then you know what to do."
She stopped immediately, of course and withdrew her fingers before getting up on all fours and crawling over to him. It really wasn't her fault that his trousers were so tight, and it took a bit of effort to unzip them with her teeth, although that tongue that ran along the waistband probably was a bit much. Tonks loved to see the muscles shift when she did that.
Having succeeded, she admired him for a moment, loving the way the leather framed him, before running her tongue up the length of him slowly.
A bit much, but you wouldn't hear him complaining. Bill reached behind her, sliding his fingers into her, smirking. She was already so wet. "That's it, Nymphadora. Make it your own," he murmured, leaning down for just a minute to nip at her shoulder.
She groaned against him as his fingers slid in, her hips shifting back to help him. Then she turned her full attention to pleasing him, taking him into her mouth. Tonks always loved doing this to him, because it required so much effort and attention to detail. She had to balance her mouth and the stretch of it, the right grating edge of teeth, how deeply to take him with each movement, and how to wrap her tongue just perfectly. She worked to perfect it, each and every time.
And it was perfect. Bill groaned out loud, having to pull away. He was not about to come already. Slapping her arse once, he stood up fully, regaining his breath as he laid out on the bed. "... Nymphadora, strip for me," he murmured, stroking himself just slightly. "Then we can play."
It took a bit to do so, as there were laces and ties and zips holding everything in place. Happily enough it required a great deal of bending, twisting and turning to undo everything before she could even slip her top off. The skirt was easier, although she had to respectfully ask him to unzip it, as she couldn't quite do it herself.
Bill reached forward, giving her another slap on her arse as he did so. With a groan, he reached over for one of the clamps, licking her nipple before putting on her. "Grab the other one, Nymphadora," he growled, even as his teeth worked on her other.
Tonks obeyed willingly, unable to repress a moan at the feel of the clamp and his teeth, or to keep her back from arching at the sensations. It didn't bother her in the least to be bare in front of all the watching people. All she noticed was Bill.
Bill put the other on her bare peak, smirking more than a touch as he slid her onto his length at the same time. "That's it, Nymphadora..." he murmured against her ear, nipping it as he thrust his hips up. "I love you."
Her cry echoed through the room, stilling several other couples, as the combined sensation of his thrust and the mild pain meshed and exploded in her. Tonks was sure her body showed exactly how incredible it, and he, felt to her. It was all she could to reply. "Love you...."
Bill grabbed the dildo from the side table, setting it next to him as he moved his fingers in to slowly enter her from behind. The toy wasn't really that big at all. Besides, right now he wanted to be inside of her, warm and happy.
It was so hard, being so good, when all she wanted to do was scream and swear with pleasure, and bite and claw. Tonks found her outlet in begging him, begging him to use the dildo on her, to do whatever he wanted to her, as long as it pleased him.
Bill slid the dildo in quickly, feeling it bump against him, groaning loudly as her hips arched slightly. "Oh fuck..." he groaned against her shoulder.
She cried out in reply, quickly losing any form of coherent thought except one. He had to give her permission before she could come. So she held on for dear life, fingers beginning to strain against his back.
Bill pounded into her mercilessly, his hair flying behind him, already matted in sweat. She was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. "You can come, Nymphadora," he groaned, grabbing her lips for an intent, hard kiss. "Come for me, Nymphadora."
That was all it took and she let go, screaming his name as she went. Her back arched and her head flew back, her face showing every bit of her own pleasure to the watching crowd.
Bill bit her neck hard as he arched finally into her, his fingers leaving marks on her hips. The crowd knew exactly whose she was now. From now on, no one would touch her without asking his permission first.
"Love you," he mumbled again, groaning.
Tonks fell against him, whimpering at the intensity of the experience. When she could think, and breathe, again, she nestled her face into his neck. "I love you, only you. Yours."
Bill smiled, holding her tightly, removing the toy and leaving only him inside of her. Only him. "Good. Now everyone knows it," he mumbled, unable to do much except hold onto her. No one was going to rush them for the bed anyway.
"Good. Grabby-handed bastards," she mumbled against his skin. Tonks really didn't like anyone else trying to touch her without her permission.
Bill smiled, finally managing to slide out of her and getting her back into her clothes. "Let's get home. I want to curl up in our bed."
Tonks really liked that idea. She was more than drowsy at this point. Still it wouldn't do to go out looking worn and tired.
After all, they had a reputation to maintain. Winking at him, she held out her arms to be carried.
Bill picked her up, holding her closely as they left the club amid cheers. They were the best, really.