Bring Back the Porn: Master/Pet 4
Title: Master/Pet 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, bondage, d/s, spanking
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1255
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Donation gift for steamyaffair, in thanks for the Tornado Relief Vgift. The request was for more of Master/Pet
Summary: Draco's Master has ways to make his Pet even more beautiful.
Draco walked into the fetish club and changed into the short, black wrap that fastened around his hips. He reported to the front desk.
"You're here to see Dragon?" asked the woman stationed there. At Draco's nod, she buckled a collar around his neck, attached a leash, and led him through a door and into a dim hallway.
Draco followed her into a dungeon-like room and knelt on the floor without being told. The woman fastened his leash to an iron ring in the floor. Draco lowered his head and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Remember your safe word," the woman admonished before leaving Draco alone in the chamber.
Draco maintained his humble posture and position as he awaited his Master's arrival. After an interminable wait, Draco heard the door behind him open and close. His pulse quickened in anticipation, but Draco didn't dare turn his head. He kept his eyes on the floor and his hands behind his back. Measured footsteps approached, and a pair of shiny black boots entered Draco's limited field of vision.
"How nice to see you again, Pet. Did you miss me?"
"Yes, Master," Draco answered automatically.
A hand stroked Draco's hair, surprising in its gentleness. "You are beautiful, Pet."
"Th-thank you, Master," Draco stammered, unsure how to respond.
"A beautiful body like yours should be adorned with jewels," said Dragon.
Draco didn't know how to respond to that, so he maintained a respectful silence.
"Would you like that, Pet?"
"If it pleases you, Master," Draco replied carefully. Did Dragon plan to replace Draco's leather collar with a diamond choker?
Dragon leaned down and unclipped Draco's leash from the ring in the floor. He tugged Draco to his feet, and Draco had to suppress a groan of relief. He'd been kneeling on cold stone for too long.
"Don't move," Dragon ordered. He walked away, and Draco heard the door open and close behind his Master. He kept his head bent and awaited Dragon's return.
In only a few short moments, the door opened and closed again, and boots thudded across the floor. Draco's cock flexed under his short wrap, eager to experience his Master's rough brand of possession.
"Close your eyes, raise your head, and straighten your shoulders back," Dragon instructed.
Draco obeyed, feeling instant relief in his neck. Warm fingers plucked at one of Draco's nipples, and the little nub of flesh peaked under the intimate contact. The fingers were replaced with a cold, hard pinch, and Draco gasped in pain. He kept his eyes closed through force of will alone.
"Beautiful, Pet," murmured Dragon.
Draco's other nipple was manually stimulated. Instead of enjoying it, however, he tensed in anticipation of pain. This time, Draco clenched his jaw and refrained from making a sound as his other nipple was pinched painfully.
Dragon moved to stand behind Draco, making his skin prickle with awareness. "You may look at your adornments, Pet."
Draco opened his eyes and looked down at his chest. Jeweled clamps hung from each tender nipple, the red stones dark and sparkling against his pale skin. "Thank you, Master," he whispered, lowering his head once more.
Dragon picked up Draco's leash without comment and led him to a low, stone bench that protruded from the wall. He tugged Draco's leash until Draco was forced to bend at the waist with his hands still clasped behind his back. Dragon snapped Draco's leash to an iron ring at one end of the bench.
"You may place your hands on the bench, Pet."
"Thank you, Master."
"I am going to mark your lovely, pale arse now, Pet," said Dragon, deftly removing Draco's minuscule covering. "Would you prefer the crop or the paddle?"
"Whichever pleases you most, Master."
Dragon laughed. "You are a quick learner, Pet," he said. "I knew you would be. I shall use the paddle on you. I love how it makes your skin turn pink and hot."
Draco swallowed heavily but held his tongue. In truth, he preferred the paddle, and he was relieved that his Master had chosen it. He didn't hear Dragon move; Draco only heard the sharp crack of the paddle meeting his bare flesh. An instant later, white-hot pain bloomed in his left arse cheek. Draco couldn't control the startled yelp that burst from him. He barely had time to draw breath before the paddle connected with his right arse cheek. Draco cried out again, and his eyes teared up at the pain.
Dragon had no mercy. He applied the paddle to Draco's arse over and over again, leaving the flesh heated and stinging. Draco's breath was coming in ragged sobs by the time Dragon stopped. A hand smoothed over Draco's hot skin, and he flinched. Thumbs separated Draco's cheeks.
"Let's see if I can make your rim red and sore, too," said Dragon.
That was all the warning Draco got before he felt his Master's cock prod his entrance and plunge inside of him. Draco groaned. Penetration was painful, but Draco wanted it like that. More, he needed it. Draco spread his legs apart and pushed back. His cock was erect and dripping pre-come. Draco wanted to wrap his fingers around his shaft, but he knew the punishment for such a transgression would be severe. Draco settled for tightening his fingers on the edge of the bench and hanging on for the ride.
Dragon pounded into Draco's tight hole, taking him with no regard for Draco's pleasure. Rather than be put off by being used in such a manner, however, Draco became more aroused. This is what he had been looking for the first time he visited the fetish club. Draco wanted an alpha male to mark him and dominate him, take him and claim him.
Draco tried to undulate his hips, wanting more contact against his prostate. Dragon gripped his hips tighter and held Draco still as he fucked him. Panting moans fell from Draco's lips and turned to a yowl of pleasure as his Master changed the angle of his thrusts and jabbed that knot of pleasure inside of him. Draco wailed, his vocalization increasing in volume when Dragon tugged on one of the nipple clamps. Draco shouted and spattered the stone bench with the results of his climax.
A guttural groan rumbled in Dragon's throat as he slammed in deep and filled Draco with his release. Draco's inner muscles clenched rhythmically, prolonging his Master's pleasure and his own. Dragon pulled out abruptly, and Draco winced. His rim spasmed, and his chest heaved as he sought to draw oxygen into his lungs.
Draco felt his Master's hands part his arse cheeks again, and he shivered.
"Hot and swollen, just how I like it," mused Dragon. "You are beautiful like this, Pet."
"Thank you, Master," Draco rasped. He hadn't moved from his submissive position, bent over the bench with his abused arse raised for his Master's pleasure.
Dragon gave Draco's arse a light, open-handed slap. "You may wear the nipple clamps home, Pet," he said. "I will see you again next week, and I expect you to be wearing them then."
Draco wasn't best pleased by this, but there was only one response he could give. "Yes, Master."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, bondage, d/s, spanking
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1255
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Donation gift for steamyaffair, in thanks for the Tornado Relief Vgift. The request was for more of Master/Pet
Summary: Draco's Master has ways to make his Pet even more beautiful.
Draco walked into the fetish club and changed into the short, black wrap that fastened around his hips. He reported to the front desk.
"You're here to see Dragon?" asked the woman stationed there. At Draco's nod, she buckled a collar around his neck, attached a leash, and led him through a door and into a dim hallway.
Draco followed her into a dungeon-like room and knelt on the floor without being told. The woman fastened his leash to an iron ring in the floor. Draco lowered his head and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Remember your safe word," the woman admonished before leaving Draco alone in the chamber.
Draco maintained his humble posture and position as he awaited his Master's arrival. After an interminable wait, Draco heard the door behind him open and close. His pulse quickened in anticipation, but Draco didn't dare turn his head. He kept his eyes on the floor and his hands behind his back. Measured footsteps approached, and a pair of shiny black boots entered Draco's limited field of vision.
"How nice to see you again, Pet. Did you miss me?"
"Yes, Master," Draco answered automatically.
A hand stroked Draco's hair, surprising in its gentleness. "You are beautiful, Pet."
"Th-thank you, Master," Draco stammered, unsure how to respond.
"A beautiful body like yours should be adorned with jewels," said Dragon.
Draco didn't know how to respond to that, so he maintained a respectful silence.
"Would you like that, Pet?"
"If it pleases you, Master," Draco replied carefully. Did Dragon plan to replace Draco's leather collar with a diamond choker?
Dragon leaned down and unclipped Draco's leash from the ring in the floor. He tugged Draco to his feet, and Draco had to suppress a groan of relief. He'd been kneeling on cold stone for too long.
"Don't move," Dragon ordered. He walked away, and Draco heard the door open and close behind his Master. He kept his head bent and awaited Dragon's return.
In only a few short moments, the door opened and closed again, and boots thudded across the floor. Draco's cock flexed under his short wrap, eager to experience his Master's rough brand of possession.
"Close your eyes, raise your head, and straighten your shoulders back," Dragon instructed.
Draco obeyed, feeling instant relief in his neck. Warm fingers plucked at one of Draco's nipples, and the little nub of flesh peaked under the intimate contact. The fingers were replaced with a cold, hard pinch, and Draco gasped in pain. He kept his eyes closed through force of will alone.
"Beautiful, Pet," murmured Dragon.
Draco's other nipple was manually stimulated. Instead of enjoying it, however, he tensed in anticipation of pain. This time, Draco clenched his jaw and refrained from making a sound as his other nipple was pinched painfully.
Dragon moved to stand behind Draco, making his skin prickle with awareness. "You may look at your adornments, Pet."
Draco opened his eyes and looked down at his chest. Jeweled clamps hung from each tender nipple, the red stones dark and sparkling against his pale skin. "Thank you, Master," he whispered, lowering his head once more.
Dragon picked up Draco's leash without comment and led him to a low, stone bench that protruded from the wall. He tugged Draco's leash until Draco was forced to bend at the waist with his hands still clasped behind his back. Dragon snapped Draco's leash to an iron ring at one end of the bench.
"You may place your hands on the bench, Pet."
"Thank you, Master."
"I am going to mark your lovely, pale arse now, Pet," said Dragon, deftly removing Draco's minuscule covering. "Would you prefer the crop or the paddle?"
"Whichever pleases you most, Master."
Dragon laughed. "You are a quick learner, Pet," he said. "I knew you would be. I shall use the paddle on you. I love how it makes your skin turn pink and hot."
Draco swallowed heavily but held his tongue. In truth, he preferred the paddle, and he was relieved that his Master had chosen it. He didn't hear Dragon move; Draco only heard the sharp crack of the paddle meeting his bare flesh. An instant later, white-hot pain bloomed in his left arse cheek. Draco couldn't control the startled yelp that burst from him. He barely had time to draw breath before the paddle connected with his right arse cheek. Draco cried out again, and his eyes teared up at the pain.
Dragon had no mercy. He applied the paddle to Draco's arse over and over again, leaving the flesh heated and stinging. Draco's breath was coming in ragged sobs by the time Dragon stopped. A hand smoothed over Draco's hot skin, and he flinched. Thumbs separated Draco's cheeks.
"Let's see if I can make your rim red and sore, too," said Dragon.
That was all the warning Draco got before he felt his Master's cock prod his entrance and plunge inside of him. Draco groaned. Penetration was painful, but Draco wanted it like that. More, he needed it. Draco spread his legs apart and pushed back. His cock was erect and dripping pre-come. Draco wanted to wrap his fingers around his shaft, but he knew the punishment for such a transgression would be severe. Draco settled for tightening his fingers on the edge of the bench and hanging on for the ride.
Dragon pounded into Draco's tight hole, taking him with no regard for Draco's pleasure. Rather than be put off by being used in such a manner, however, Draco became more aroused. This is what he had been looking for the first time he visited the fetish club. Draco wanted an alpha male to mark him and dominate him, take him and claim him.
Draco tried to undulate his hips, wanting more contact against his prostate. Dragon gripped his hips tighter and held Draco still as he fucked him. Panting moans fell from Draco's lips and turned to a yowl of pleasure as his Master changed the angle of his thrusts and jabbed that knot of pleasure inside of him. Draco wailed, his vocalization increasing in volume when Dragon tugged on one of the nipple clamps. Draco shouted and spattered the stone bench with the results of his climax.
A guttural groan rumbled in Dragon's throat as he slammed in deep and filled Draco with his release. Draco's inner muscles clenched rhythmically, prolonging his Master's pleasure and his own. Dragon pulled out abruptly, and Draco winced. His rim spasmed, and his chest heaved as he sought to draw oxygen into his lungs.
Draco felt his Master's hands part his arse cheeks again, and he shivered.
"Hot and swollen, just how I like it," mused Dragon. "You are beautiful like this, Pet."
"Thank you, Master," Draco rasped. He hadn't moved from his submissive position, bent over the bench with his abused arse raised for his Master's pleasure.
Dragon gave Draco's arse a light, open-handed slap. "You may wear the nipple clamps home, Pet," he said. "I will see you again next week, and I expect you to be wearing them then."
Draco wasn't best pleased by this, but there was only one response he could give. "Yes, Master."