Writhing Wanton
Title: Writhing Wanton
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, exhibitionism, bondage
Word count: 1975
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written as: Birthday gift for hallowedresin, who asked for more of my Club Coquette verse.
Summary: Draco tries to stay away from Club Coquette, and his lover punishes him for it.
Author's note: Please do not link to Facebook or Twitter.
Draco slept in late the following day. It was nearly noon before he rolled out of bed with a groan and trudged to the en suite. His body was stiff and sore, but Draco found himself enjoying the pleasant ache. He had showered last night when he had returned from Club Coquette, but he indulged in another hot shower to ease his muscles.
Draco was becoming addicted to the thrill of anonymous sex with his mysterious lover, and the thought both titillated and terrified him. He had initially gone to the club to engage in a one-off, yet he had returned to seek out the same partner twice more. Enough was enough; it had to end. It was safe to say Draco was now well and truly over his ex, and it was time to move on with his life.
~*~
Draco stayed home that night, but even after tossing off, he was unable to sleep. He was too restless, and each time he began to feel drowsy, his mind tormented him with images of his anonymous lover engaged in sex with other masked blokes. It left Draco feeling...jealous, which was ridiculous. He had no more claim to the stranger than the man had to him. And yet...and yet...
~*~
Draco spent the following day in a funk. He was twitchy and moody. He needed a good shag. Draco told himself he wasn't going to Club Coquette again, but deep down, he knew he would.
It was early evening when Draco began his preparations. He took a long bath, then returned to his bedroom, where he worked two lubricated fingers into his hole. He slicked and stretched himself before inserting the last of his glass anal plugs. Draco rolled on his thigh-high black stockings and donned his red corset. He eschewed any underwear and simply stepped into the short, pleated black skirt he had worn each time he visited the club. Draco slid his arms into his black silk shirt and pushed his feet into his black leather ankle boots. Finally, he reached for his mask. It was black and adorned with red feathers. It fit over Draco's head and concealed all but his eyes, the end of his nose, and his lips and chin. His blond hair was left loose to trail from beneath the back of his mask. Draco applied gloss to his lips and squared his shoulders. He was ready.
Wands were not allowed at Club Coquette, and Draco left his on his bureau as he headed for his Floo. Grabbing a pinch of powder from the crystal bowl on the mantel, he stepped into the fireplace and called, "Club Coquette!"
~*~
Draco emerged from the Floo and picked his way through a virtual orgy of naked bodies. He made his way into the gardens beyond the club and hesitated. Would his lover be waiting for him, as before, or would he have already hooked up with a new conquest? Draco tamped down a surge of jealousy at the prospect. As he stood there uncertainly, Draco was approached by a bloke dressed as a pirate. He declined the man's offer of sex and set out along the path leading into the gardens instead.
"Cinderella returns."
Draco stumbled to a halt. There on the path ahead of him was the same familiar stranger who had possessed and mastered Draco's body on his previous visits to the club.
"I missed you last night."
"I was busy," Draco said.
The man took a step closer. "With someone else?"
"No," Draco replied. He wanted to ask his lover if he'd spent the night with another, but he didn't want to appear needy or jealous.
The stranger approached Draco and placed his hands on Draco's hips. His thumbs rubbed slow circles on Draco's hipbones, and Draco swayed into the contact. "I am relieved to hear you have not replaced me in your affections," rumbled the man. "Come," he said, taking Draco's wrist in a loose grip, "I wish to show you something new tonight."
Draco allowed himself to be led along the path, looking about himself with interest when his lover took a different direction than they had followed before. The path opened into a circular courtyard bounded by a high stone wall. All around them, couples were engaged in a variety of sexual acts against the wall. Some had their hands secured to the wall, while others were bound hand and foot. Draco's cock swelled to full hardness as he scanned the courtyard, observing people in the act of intercourse, oral sex, rimming, spanking and whipping.
The stranger led Draco to an unoccupied space and turned to face him. "I'm going to fuck you here," he said.
Draco trembled with the force of his desire. He could no more deny this man anything than he could stop the beating of his heart. Draco nodded.
The man extracted a pair of handcuffs from the pocket of his dark cloak and snapped them around Draco's wrists. He turned Draco to face the rough wall and pulled his hands up, attaching the short chain between the cuffs to a hook overhead.
Draco's breathing quickened. He tugged on his restraints to test them, wincing as the unforgiving metal dug into his wrists. He was now at the mercy of the stranger, both figuratively and literally.
"Shall I fetch a paddle or a whip?" the man whispered in Draco's ear. "Shall I punish you for withholding yourself last night? For denying me the pleasure of caressing your silky skin and fucking your hot little hole?"
Draco whimpered. His cock was tenting the front of his skirt, and he shifted his feet apart, spreading himself for his lover. He was only nominally aware of the sight and sound and scent of sex all around him. Draco was focused solely on the man behind him. He could feel the heat from his lover, even though they were not touching, and Draco couldn't wait to feel the stranger's thick cock inside of him again. "Please," he moaned, pushing his arse back brazenly.
"Shall I punish you by fucking you raw?"
"Yes!" cried Draco, squirming now in an agony of want. He turned to look back over his shoulder.
"Face the wall," snarled the masked man.
Draco did so, flexing his fingers and pulling on the cuffs again. He heard the sound of his lover's zip lowering, and Draco's tongue darted out to lick his lips. Hands on his thighs smoothed upward, raising Draco's skirt and exposing his naked arse. Thumbs parted his buttocks, revealing the handle of the plug Draco had inserted at home.
"You're so beautiful," rasped the stranger. "So hot and eager. Are you ready for my cock? Are you ready for me to penetrate you and split you open and fuck you until you scream?"
"Yes," moaned Draco, spreading himself further. Deft fingers gripped the handle of the plug and withdrew it an inch, twisted it and pushed it in again. Draco whined and rolled his hips, wanting more, needing more. The plug was withdrawn completely, leaving Draco empty and aching. He felt his rim spasm, and he grew desperate to be filled again. "Please," Draco gasped. "Please fuck me."
The stranger seized Draco's hips in an unrelenting grip and pulled Draco back, forcing him to widen his stance for balance. He then prodded between Draco's cheeks with the wet head of his cock.
Draco stilled and held his breath.
The man thrust forward, breaching Draco's body, stretching his rim and pounding him full of his hard cock.
Draco's rapturous cry bounced off the stone wall in front of him and melded with the other sounds of passion that surrounded them. He threw his head back and drew in a shaky breath, releasing it in the next instant on a throaty moan. The plug hadn't adequately prepared him to take such a large cock, but Draco relished the exquisite burn. His lover pulled back and plunged in again, heedless of the stinging pain Draco was experiencing. He had threatened to fuck Draco raw, and he seemed intent on following through.
Incoherent noises tumbled from Draco's lips as he shoved his arse back to meet each brutal thrust. The hands on his hips dug in, no doubt creating fingerprint bruises, and the man behind him exhaled on a lusty grunt each time he rammed his cock into Draco's fluttering hole. Draco couldn't get enough. He wanted more--harder and faster and deeper. He wanted to be claimed by the stranger and to surrender to him. Draco wanted to spend the rest of his life spread for this man and speared on his cock.
Draco became a mindless wanton. He writhed on the cock that plundered his body, wailing his pleasure aloud as the rigid length dragged back and forth over his prostate. Draco's own cock remained sorely neglected, and he yanked on his restraints in frustration, causing more bruises that would mar his skin on the morrow. "Touch me," he begged.
"You're being punished," snarled his lover. "You'll come untouched or not at all."
Draco groaned at his fate. He began rolling his hips each time the stranger thrust into him, striving to increase the stimulation of his prostate. His inner muscles quivered whenever the stranger's cock jabbed the knot of nerves inside of him, and Draco bucked beneath him in a frenzy. His back tensed, and his balls drew up. Harsh, frantic breaths puffed past Draco's lips as his body strained toward release. A wave of pleasure crashed over him and crested, tightening his entire body and spurting from his cock as he came. Draco's spunk spattered onto the wall in front of him while a scream of ecstasy pealed from his throat.
Draco's head drooped, and he braced his hands against the wall so he wouldn't be driven into it by the force of his lover's vigorous rutting. Tremors rocked his body as he recovered from his orgasm, prolonging his pleasure. The stranger continued fucking Draco, hips snapping back and forth over Draco's arse, plunging deep on each thrust. He finally climaxed, a loud shout spilling from him as he pulsed inside of Draco. His weight slumped against Draco, and the two of them stayed in that position for long moments while they caught their breath.
The stranger eased out of Draco and smoothed his palms over Draco's arse before tugging his skirt back down. Gentle hands nudged Draco until he was standing upright once more with his arms still bound over his head. The man cupped Draco's chin and turned him to receive a lingering kiss. "Was I too rough?" he asked.
Draco was touched by his concern. "I like it rough," he said with a saucy grin. His lover reached up and unsnapped Draco's cuffs, and Draco lowered his arms with a grateful sigh. He shook his tingling hands to encourage the blood to flow into them again. The man took Draco's hands in his and rubbed Draco's aching wrists.
Draco's eyes took in the scene around them once more. He'd almost forgotten they weren't alone, so involved had he been in his own sexual encounter.
"Shall we stay and watch, or would you like more privacy?" asked the stranger, lips smiling beneath the edge of his mask.
Draco smiled back. "I want you all to myself."
Private Pleasures
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: ???/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, exhibitionism, bondage
Word count: 1975
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written as: Birthday gift for hallowedresin, who asked for more of my Club Coquette verse.
Summary: Draco tries to stay away from Club Coquette, and his lover punishes him for it.
Author's note: Please do not link to Facebook or Twitter.
Draco slept in late the following day. It was nearly noon before he rolled out of bed with a groan and trudged to the en suite. His body was stiff and sore, but Draco found himself enjoying the pleasant ache. He had showered last night when he had returned from Club Coquette, but he indulged in another hot shower to ease his muscles.
Draco was becoming addicted to the thrill of anonymous sex with his mysterious lover, and the thought both titillated and terrified him. He had initially gone to the club to engage in a one-off, yet he had returned to seek out the same partner twice more. Enough was enough; it had to end. It was safe to say Draco was now well and truly over his ex, and it was time to move on with his life.
~*~
Draco stayed home that night, but even after tossing off, he was unable to sleep. He was too restless, and each time he began to feel drowsy, his mind tormented him with images of his anonymous lover engaged in sex with other masked blokes. It left Draco feeling...jealous, which was ridiculous. He had no more claim to the stranger than the man had to him. And yet...and yet...
~*~
Draco spent the following day in a funk. He was twitchy and moody. He needed a good shag. Draco told himself he wasn't going to Club Coquette again, but deep down, he knew he would.
It was early evening when Draco began his preparations. He took a long bath, then returned to his bedroom, where he worked two lubricated fingers into his hole. He slicked and stretched himself before inserting the last of his glass anal plugs. Draco rolled on his thigh-high black stockings and donned his red corset. He eschewed any underwear and simply stepped into the short, pleated black skirt he had worn each time he visited the club. Draco slid his arms into his black silk shirt and pushed his feet into his black leather ankle boots. Finally, he reached for his mask. It was black and adorned with red feathers. It fit over Draco's head and concealed all but his eyes, the end of his nose, and his lips and chin. His blond hair was left loose to trail from beneath the back of his mask. Draco applied gloss to his lips and squared his shoulders. He was ready.
Wands were not allowed at Club Coquette, and Draco left his on his bureau as he headed for his Floo. Grabbing a pinch of powder from the crystal bowl on the mantel, he stepped into the fireplace and called, "Club Coquette!"
~*~
Draco emerged from the Floo and picked his way through a virtual orgy of naked bodies. He made his way into the gardens beyond the club and hesitated. Would his lover be waiting for him, as before, or would he have already hooked up with a new conquest? Draco tamped down a surge of jealousy at the prospect. As he stood there uncertainly, Draco was approached by a bloke dressed as a pirate. He declined the man's offer of sex and set out along the path leading into the gardens instead.
"Cinderella returns."
Draco stumbled to a halt. There on the path ahead of him was the same familiar stranger who had possessed and mastered Draco's body on his previous visits to the club.
"I missed you last night."
"I was busy," Draco said.
The man took a step closer. "With someone else?"
"No," Draco replied. He wanted to ask his lover if he'd spent the night with another, but he didn't want to appear needy or jealous.
The stranger approached Draco and placed his hands on Draco's hips. His thumbs rubbed slow circles on Draco's hipbones, and Draco swayed into the contact. "I am relieved to hear you have not replaced me in your affections," rumbled the man. "Come," he said, taking Draco's wrist in a loose grip, "I wish to show you something new tonight."
Draco allowed himself to be led along the path, looking about himself with interest when his lover took a different direction than they had followed before. The path opened into a circular courtyard bounded by a high stone wall. All around them, couples were engaged in a variety of sexual acts against the wall. Some had their hands secured to the wall, while others were bound hand and foot. Draco's cock swelled to full hardness as he scanned the courtyard, observing people in the act of intercourse, oral sex, rimming, spanking and whipping.
The stranger led Draco to an unoccupied space and turned to face him. "I'm going to fuck you here," he said.
Draco trembled with the force of his desire. He could no more deny this man anything than he could stop the beating of his heart. Draco nodded.
The man extracted a pair of handcuffs from the pocket of his dark cloak and snapped them around Draco's wrists. He turned Draco to face the rough wall and pulled his hands up, attaching the short chain between the cuffs to a hook overhead.
Draco's breathing quickened. He tugged on his restraints to test them, wincing as the unforgiving metal dug into his wrists. He was now at the mercy of the stranger, both figuratively and literally.
"Shall I fetch a paddle or a whip?" the man whispered in Draco's ear. "Shall I punish you for withholding yourself last night? For denying me the pleasure of caressing your silky skin and fucking your hot little hole?"
Draco whimpered. His cock was tenting the front of his skirt, and he shifted his feet apart, spreading himself for his lover. He was only nominally aware of the sight and sound and scent of sex all around him. Draco was focused solely on the man behind him. He could feel the heat from his lover, even though they were not touching, and Draco couldn't wait to feel the stranger's thick cock inside of him again. "Please," he moaned, pushing his arse back brazenly.
"Shall I punish you by fucking you raw?"
"Yes!" cried Draco, squirming now in an agony of want. He turned to look back over his shoulder.
"Face the wall," snarled the masked man.
Draco did so, flexing his fingers and pulling on the cuffs again. He heard the sound of his lover's zip lowering, and Draco's tongue darted out to lick his lips. Hands on his thighs smoothed upward, raising Draco's skirt and exposing his naked arse. Thumbs parted his buttocks, revealing the handle of the plug Draco had inserted at home.
"You're so beautiful," rasped the stranger. "So hot and eager. Are you ready for my cock? Are you ready for me to penetrate you and split you open and fuck you until you scream?"
"Yes," moaned Draco, spreading himself further. Deft fingers gripped the handle of the plug and withdrew it an inch, twisted it and pushed it in again. Draco whined and rolled his hips, wanting more, needing more. The plug was withdrawn completely, leaving Draco empty and aching. He felt his rim spasm, and he grew desperate to be filled again. "Please," Draco gasped. "Please fuck me."
The stranger seized Draco's hips in an unrelenting grip and pulled Draco back, forcing him to widen his stance for balance. He then prodded between Draco's cheeks with the wet head of his cock.
Draco stilled and held his breath.
The man thrust forward, breaching Draco's body, stretching his rim and pounding him full of his hard cock.
Draco's rapturous cry bounced off the stone wall in front of him and melded with the other sounds of passion that surrounded them. He threw his head back and drew in a shaky breath, releasing it in the next instant on a throaty moan. The plug hadn't adequately prepared him to take such a large cock, but Draco relished the exquisite burn. His lover pulled back and plunged in again, heedless of the stinging pain Draco was experiencing. He had threatened to fuck Draco raw, and he seemed intent on following through.
Incoherent noises tumbled from Draco's lips as he shoved his arse back to meet each brutal thrust. The hands on his hips dug in, no doubt creating fingerprint bruises, and the man behind him exhaled on a lusty grunt each time he rammed his cock into Draco's fluttering hole. Draco couldn't get enough. He wanted more--harder and faster and deeper. He wanted to be claimed by the stranger and to surrender to him. Draco wanted to spend the rest of his life spread for this man and speared on his cock.
Draco became a mindless wanton. He writhed on the cock that plundered his body, wailing his pleasure aloud as the rigid length dragged back and forth over his prostate. Draco's own cock remained sorely neglected, and he yanked on his restraints in frustration, causing more bruises that would mar his skin on the morrow. "Touch me," he begged.
"You're being punished," snarled his lover. "You'll come untouched or not at all."
Draco groaned at his fate. He began rolling his hips each time the stranger thrust into him, striving to increase the stimulation of his prostate. His inner muscles quivered whenever the stranger's cock jabbed the knot of nerves inside of him, and Draco bucked beneath him in a frenzy. His back tensed, and his balls drew up. Harsh, frantic breaths puffed past Draco's lips as his body strained toward release. A wave of pleasure crashed over him and crested, tightening his entire body and spurting from his cock as he came. Draco's spunk spattered onto the wall in front of him while a scream of ecstasy pealed from his throat.
Draco's head drooped, and he braced his hands against the wall so he wouldn't be driven into it by the force of his lover's vigorous rutting. Tremors rocked his body as he recovered from his orgasm, prolonging his pleasure. The stranger continued fucking Draco, hips snapping back and forth over Draco's arse, plunging deep on each thrust. He finally climaxed, a loud shout spilling from him as he pulsed inside of Draco. His weight slumped against Draco, and the two of them stayed in that position for long moments while they caught their breath.
The stranger eased out of Draco and smoothed his palms over Draco's arse before tugging his skirt back down. Gentle hands nudged Draco until he was standing upright once more with his arms still bound over his head. The man cupped Draco's chin and turned him to receive a lingering kiss. "Was I too rough?" he asked.
Draco was touched by his concern. "I like it rough," he said with a saucy grin. His lover reached up and unsnapped Draco's cuffs, and Draco lowered his arms with a grateful sigh. He shook his tingling hands to encourage the blood to flow into them again. The man took Draco's hands in his and rubbed Draco's aching wrists.
Draco's eyes took in the scene around them once more. He'd almost forgotten they weren't alone, so involved had he been in his own sexual encounter.
"Shall we stay and watch, or would you like more privacy?" asked the stranger, lips smiling beneath the edge of his mask.
Draco smiled back. "I want you all to myself."
Private Pleasures