Cuffed 4
Title: Cuffed 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Pansy, Hannah
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, bondage
Word count: 1530
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for hpstrangelove, using the prompts handcuffs, blindfold
♦ Birthday gift for gracerene, who asked for more of Cuffed, with the prompts weekend, rope
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 50 - Give yourself the day off
Summary: Harry takes Hannah's advice, takes the day off, and is taken once more by Malfoy.
"Well?"
Harry looked up from a report and glared at Pansy, who was artfully posed in the doorway of his office.
"I hate you," he muttered. "Get out."
Pansy threw her head back and laughed. "Whom did you end up going home with, darling?"
Harry glared at her, but she merely smirked at him until he answered. "Draco Malfoy," he muttered.
Pansy's eyes widened, and she gasped. "He never mentioned it to me, the fiend. Did you enjoy yourselves?"
"I don't wish to discuss it," snapped Harry. He fought the urge to squirm in his chair. For one thing, he was still sore, and for another, just thinking of what had transpired on the weekend was causing a commotion in his pants.
"Just give me a hint, darling."
Harry scowled at her until she flung her hands up and turned to leave. "Alright, I can see I'm not wanted here. But, I wager you'll be looking Draco up for a second date."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Get out."
~*~
By mid-week, Harry's temper was fraying. He'd been wanking furiously ever since his night of debauchery at Malfoy's hands, but it wasn't enough. He began to contemplate contacting Malfoy again. After all, Malfoy had said he was more than willing to treat Harry to a repeat performance. Harry berated himself for his line of thought. Malfoy was a slag and a git, and he'd rather die than grace the ferret's bedroom again.
On Thursday, Harry was getting on everyone else's last nerve.
"Take time off," begged Hannah.
"I can't just skive off work," said Harry. "I'm the head of the department."
"Then give yourself the day off," she countered. "You're so stressed that you're driving the rest of us mad."
Harry was about to argue, but the stricken expression on Hannah's face had him holding his tongue. "Alright," he sighed, tossing a quill onto his desk. "I'll take tomorrow off and...sleep in or something."
Hannah's shoulders relaxed, and she smiled brightly. "We'll make sure everything runs smoothly tomorrow, boss."
~*~
Harry managed to sleep in an extra half hour, but he was too restless to remain abed any longer. After he showered, dressed, and ate breakfast, Harry didn't know what to do with himself. He paced inside, shoveling his hands through his hair, until he was forced to admit that what he really wanted was a good fuck. It was too early to go to the Cock and Bear to pull, but there was someone who had recently offered to treat Harry to a some steamy sex...
Draco Malfoy
Harry paced to and fro some more until he finally gave in and made the Floo call.
~*~
"Potter, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?"
Harry shivered at the silky, sexy tone. "You know why I'm here, Malfoy." Malfoy smirked at him, which only spiked Harry's arousal higher.
"Did you bring the handcuffs?"
Harry shook his head. "No."
"Such a pity," said Malfoy. He turned and led the way to his bedroom, confident that Harry would follow.
Harry hesitated only an instant before he trailed after Malfoy. His cock was leading the charge, and he had no choice but to obey. He stumbled to a halt when he saw Malfoy dangling a pair of cuffs from one finger.
"Fortunately, I have my own toys," said Malfoy. "Take off your clothes."
Harry gulped and did as ordered. He'd planned to come here, get off with Malfoy, and leave. Harry hadn't counted on Malfoy wanting to indulge his dom kink again. Once undressed, Harry approached the bed.
"Lie down, on your back."
Once Harry was in position, Malfoy sauntered over and promptly cuffed Harry's hands to the bed. Harry swallowed nervously, but he reminded himself that he was under no obligation to stay here and tolerate Malfoy's high-handedness any longer than he wanted to.
Malfoy wasn't done yet. He left Harry and rummaged in a small chest beside the bed. He came up with silken ropes.
"What are you planning to do with those?" Harry asked, hoping he didn't sound as alarmed as he felt.
"These are for your ankles."
Harry's brow furrowed. If Malfoy intended to tie his ankles together, then how...?
"But first, this," said Malfoy, interrupting Harry's thoughts. He produced a small pillow, directed Harry to lift his hips, and jammed the pillow under him to elevate Harry's pelvis.
As Harry was puzzling over this latest development, two iron rings appeared from the bed. Malfoy slipped a silken rope around one of Harry's ankles and secured it to the corresponding ring. Before he could protest, his other ankle was similarly bound. Harry contemplated his circumstances. His hands were cuffed to the head board, the ropes tying his ankles meant he was lying there with his legs spread high and wide, and a pillow was beneath him to lift his arse into prime, ravaging position. Harry's mouth went dry, even as the tip of his cock got wet.
"There's just one more thing," Malfoy said, slanting a sly grin at Harry.
Harry could only hope he wasn't getting out the nipple clamps again. Instead, Malfoy came up with something worse--a blindfold.
Harry cleared his throat. "I don't-"
"Shut it, Potter. I'm in charge here." Malfoy plucked Harry's glasses off and secured the blindfold around his head. He then moved away.
Harry lay there in tense silence, waiting for something...anything...to happen. Long moments passed, during which Harry's anxiety and arousal both increased.
"Malfoy?"
There was no reply.
Harry tugged at his restraints, but they didn't give. He considered attempting wandless magic, but his aching erection bade him wait. Eventually, he heard movement in the room. Harry's pulse jumped, causing his cock to throb eagerly. With his sight gone, Harry's other senses became hyper-aware. He heard Malfoy open a bottle of lubricant, and the scent of vanilla wafted to his nostrils.
"Look at you," Malfoy said, voice husky. "Bound and at my mercy, spread out on my bed and eager for my cock."
Harry gritted his teeth to keep from vocalizing his need. He felt the bed dip beneath Malfoy's weight, and the scent of vanilla intensified. He tensed when Malfoy moved over him. Harry could feel the warmth of Malfoy's body, even though they weren't touching. His hands clenched into fists, and he raised his hips the tiniest bit. Harry felt a nudge against his entrance. He gasped in surprise when he realized it wasn't Malfoy's fingers.
A whine escaped Harry's lips when he was penetrated without being stretched first. Fuck, it burned. He sucked in a breath and exhaled, trying to relax. Malfoy thrust deeper, and Harry's hips jerked. Firm hands gripped his arse and raised him higher, and Malfoy pounded him full. Harry thrashed and cried out.
Above him, Malfoy chuckled. "Mm, you're so delightfully tight, Potter. Have you been saving yourself for me?" He pulled out, until only his tip was clasped by Harry's rim, then he drove forward again, forcing Harry's body to accommodate him.
"You seem to love cock so much, that I reckoned you'd spent the past week spreading yourself for a parade of lovers," said Malfoy. "How many were there, Potter?"
"None," choked Harry, panting and writhing beneath Malfoy's delicious assault. "There's been no one else."
"Oh? I believe that deserves a reward," Malfoy mused. "I didn't plan on allowing you to come, but now, perhaps, I will."
"Don't...don't leave me hanging, Malfoy. Please."
Malfoy didn't respond verbally, but he did set about fucking Harry with hard, fast strokes.
Harry gasped and moaned, arching his back to take Malfoy deeper.
Malfoy pulled out completely.
"No!" cried Harry, pulling desperately now on the cuffs and ropes.
"Do you want my cock, Potter?"
"Yes!"
"Ask me nicely."
"Please, Malfoy, please!"
Harry heard a wicked chuckle before he was pounded full of cock again. "Ungh!" he cried, body arching in his restraints.
Assured now of Harry's surrender, Malfoy resumed fucking him with savage intent. It was hot and raw and brilliant, and Harry was unable to contain his wails of pleasure. His voice rose in volume until he came with a loud, lusty shout, writhing on Malfoy's cock as thick ropes of come spurted from his prick to spatter his chest and stomach. He panted and trembled in the aftermath, even as Malfoy continued shafting him, good and hard.
Malfoy seemed to thicken inside of him, and an instant later, Harry felt the wet pulses of Malfoy's release filling him up. Malfoy slumped over top of him, smearing Harry's ejaculate between them. Malfoy's breath puffed hotly at Harry's neck for a moment before he moved away, slipping out of Harry's twitching hole with a wet pop.
Harry lay there for a long moment as the sweat on his body cooled. Eventually, he became aware of the various aches from being restrained in one position for so long, not to mention the delicious ache that Malfoy had left behind with the vigorous fuck he'd subjected Harry to. He tugged on his bonds again and licked his dry lips.
"Release me," Harry rasped.
"I think not," Malfoy responded. "I don't believe that's what you really want, is it, Potter?"
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Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Pansy, Hannah
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, bondage
Word count: 1530
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for hpstrangelove, using the prompts handcuffs, blindfold
♦ Birthday gift for gracerene, who asked for more of Cuffed, with the prompts weekend, rope
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 50 - Give yourself the day off
Summary: Harry takes Hannah's advice, takes the day off, and is taken once more by Malfoy.
"Well?"
Harry looked up from a report and glared at Pansy, who was artfully posed in the doorway of his office.
"I hate you," he muttered. "Get out."
Pansy threw her head back and laughed. "Whom did you end up going home with, darling?"
Harry glared at her, but she merely smirked at him until he answered. "Draco Malfoy," he muttered.
Pansy's eyes widened, and she gasped. "He never mentioned it to me, the fiend. Did you enjoy yourselves?"
"I don't wish to discuss it," snapped Harry. He fought the urge to squirm in his chair. For one thing, he was still sore, and for another, just thinking of what had transpired on the weekend was causing a commotion in his pants.
"Just give me a hint, darling."
Harry scowled at her until she flung her hands up and turned to leave. "Alright, I can see I'm not wanted here. But, I wager you'll be looking Draco up for a second date."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Get out."
~*~
By mid-week, Harry's temper was fraying. He'd been wanking furiously ever since his night of debauchery at Malfoy's hands, but it wasn't enough. He began to contemplate contacting Malfoy again. After all, Malfoy had said he was more than willing to treat Harry to a repeat performance. Harry berated himself for his line of thought. Malfoy was a slag and a git, and he'd rather die than grace the ferret's bedroom again.
On Thursday, Harry was getting on everyone else's last nerve.
"Take time off," begged Hannah.
"I can't just skive off work," said Harry. "I'm the head of the department."
"Then give yourself the day off," she countered. "You're so stressed that you're driving the rest of us mad."
Harry was about to argue, but the stricken expression on Hannah's face had him holding his tongue. "Alright," he sighed, tossing a quill onto his desk. "I'll take tomorrow off and...sleep in or something."
Hannah's shoulders relaxed, and she smiled brightly. "We'll make sure everything runs smoothly tomorrow, boss."
~*~
Harry managed to sleep in an extra half hour, but he was too restless to remain abed any longer. After he showered, dressed, and ate breakfast, Harry didn't know what to do with himself. He paced inside, shoveling his hands through his hair, until he was forced to admit that what he really wanted was a good fuck. It was too early to go to the Cock and Bear to pull, but there was someone who had recently offered to treat Harry to a some steamy sex...
Draco Malfoy
Harry paced to and fro some more until he finally gave in and made the Floo call.
~*~
"Potter, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?"
Harry shivered at the silky, sexy tone. "You know why I'm here, Malfoy." Malfoy smirked at him, which only spiked Harry's arousal higher.
"Did you bring the handcuffs?"
Harry shook his head. "No."
"Such a pity," said Malfoy. He turned and led the way to his bedroom, confident that Harry would follow.
Harry hesitated only an instant before he trailed after Malfoy. His cock was leading the charge, and he had no choice but to obey. He stumbled to a halt when he saw Malfoy dangling a pair of cuffs from one finger.
"Fortunately, I have my own toys," said Malfoy. "Take off your clothes."
Harry gulped and did as ordered. He'd planned to come here, get off with Malfoy, and leave. Harry hadn't counted on Malfoy wanting to indulge his dom kink again. Once undressed, Harry approached the bed.
"Lie down, on your back."
Once Harry was in position, Malfoy sauntered over and promptly cuffed Harry's hands to the bed. Harry swallowed nervously, but he reminded himself that he was under no obligation to stay here and tolerate Malfoy's high-handedness any longer than he wanted to.
Malfoy wasn't done yet. He left Harry and rummaged in a small chest beside the bed. He came up with silken ropes.
"What are you planning to do with those?" Harry asked, hoping he didn't sound as alarmed as he felt.
"These are for your ankles."
Harry's brow furrowed. If Malfoy intended to tie his ankles together, then how...?
"But first, this," said Malfoy, interrupting Harry's thoughts. He produced a small pillow, directed Harry to lift his hips, and jammed the pillow under him to elevate Harry's pelvis.
As Harry was puzzling over this latest development, two iron rings appeared from the bed. Malfoy slipped a silken rope around one of Harry's ankles and secured it to the corresponding ring. Before he could protest, his other ankle was similarly bound. Harry contemplated his circumstances. His hands were cuffed to the head board, the ropes tying his ankles meant he was lying there with his legs spread high and wide, and a pillow was beneath him to lift his arse into prime, ravaging position. Harry's mouth went dry, even as the tip of his cock got wet.
"There's just one more thing," Malfoy said, slanting a sly grin at Harry.
Harry could only hope he wasn't getting out the nipple clamps again. Instead, Malfoy came up with something worse--a blindfold.
Harry cleared his throat. "I don't-"
"Shut it, Potter. I'm in charge here." Malfoy plucked Harry's glasses off and secured the blindfold around his head. He then moved away.
Harry lay there in tense silence, waiting for something...anything...to happen. Long moments passed, during which Harry's anxiety and arousal both increased.
"Malfoy?"
There was no reply.
Harry tugged at his restraints, but they didn't give. He considered attempting wandless magic, but his aching erection bade him wait. Eventually, he heard movement in the room. Harry's pulse jumped, causing his cock to throb eagerly. With his sight gone, Harry's other senses became hyper-aware. He heard Malfoy open a bottle of lubricant, and the scent of vanilla wafted to his nostrils.
"Look at you," Malfoy said, voice husky. "Bound and at my mercy, spread out on my bed and eager for my cock."
Harry gritted his teeth to keep from vocalizing his need. He felt the bed dip beneath Malfoy's weight, and the scent of vanilla intensified. He tensed when Malfoy moved over him. Harry could feel the warmth of Malfoy's body, even though they weren't touching. His hands clenched into fists, and he raised his hips the tiniest bit. Harry felt a nudge against his entrance. He gasped in surprise when he realized it wasn't Malfoy's fingers.
A whine escaped Harry's lips when he was penetrated without being stretched first. Fuck, it burned. He sucked in a breath and exhaled, trying to relax. Malfoy thrust deeper, and Harry's hips jerked. Firm hands gripped his arse and raised him higher, and Malfoy pounded him full. Harry thrashed and cried out.
Above him, Malfoy chuckled. "Mm, you're so delightfully tight, Potter. Have you been saving yourself for me?" He pulled out, until only his tip was clasped by Harry's rim, then he drove forward again, forcing Harry's body to accommodate him.
"You seem to love cock so much, that I reckoned you'd spent the past week spreading yourself for a parade of lovers," said Malfoy. "How many were there, Potter?"
"None," choked Harry, panting and writhing beneath Malfoy's delicious assault. "There's been no one else."
"Oh? I believe that deserves a reward," Malfoy mused. "I didn't plan on allowing you to come, but now, perhaps, I will."
"Don't...don't leave me hanging, Malfoy. Please."
Malfoy didn't respond verbally, but he did set about fucking Harry with hard, fast strokes.
Harry gasped and moaned, arching his back to take Malfoy deeper.
Malfoy pulled out completely.
"No!" cried Harry, pulling desperately now on the cuffs and ropes.
"Do you want my cock, Potter?"
"Yes!"
"Ask me nicely."
"Please, Malfoy, please!"
Harry heard a wicked chuckle before he was pounded full of cock again. "Ungh!" he cried, body arching in his restraints.
Assured now of Harry's surrender, Malfoy resumed fucking him with savage intent. It was hot and raw and brilliant, and Harry was unable to contain his wails of pleasure. His voice rose in volume until he came with a loud, lusty shout, writhing on Malfoy's cock as thick ropes of come spurted from his prick to spatter his chest and stomach. He panted and trembled in the aftermath, even as Malfoy continued shafting him, good and hard.
Malfoy seemed to thicken inside of him, and an instant later, Harry felt the wet pulses of Malfoy's release filling him up. Malfoy slumped over top of him, smearing Harry's ejaculate between them. Malfoy's breath puffed hotly at Harry's neck for a moment before he moved away, slipping out of Harry's twitching hole with a wet pop.
Harry lay there for a long moment as the sweat on his body cooled. Eventually, he became aware of the various aches from being restrained in one position for so long, not to mention the delicious ache that Malfoy had left behind with the vigorous fuck he'd subjected Harry to. He tugged on his bonds again and licked his dry lips.
"Release me," Harry rasped.
"I think not," Malfoy responded. "I don't believe that's what you really want, is it, Potter?"
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