Feeling Neglected
Title: Feeling Neglected
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Ron/Pansy
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Bondage, spanking, explicit sex
Word count: 1125
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 vix_spes, who requested a sequel to The Consequences
Summary: Ron has been feeling neglected; Pansy sorts him out.
By the time Pansy got home, she was tired and out of sorts. At first, helping Daphne plan her wedding seemed like fun, but such was not the case. What did Granger say that Muggles called women like Daphne? Bridezilla, Pansy recalled. Yes, Daphne was definitely a Bridezilla. She was putting Pansy off of ever wanting to get married.
The expression on her boyfriend's face when she walked in and dropped onto the sofa wasn't helping matters. Pansy spared Ron a glare. "What's got your wand in a knot?" she snapped.
"I thought you'd be home two hours ago," Ron replied, voice sullen.
"So did I," said Pansy, "but Daphne was being difficult. Again."
"I'm tired of hearing about Greengrass," grumbled Ron. "You've been spending so much time with her lately that I never see you."
"Aw, Ronnie, are you feeling neglected?" Pansy jeered. She wasn't in the mood for his drama any more than she was in the mood for Daphne's.
"Piss off," said Ron. He lunged to his feet and stomped out of the living room.
~*~
Ron reckoned he owed Pansy an apology; it wasn't her fault that Greengrass was such a cunt. On the other hand, it wasn't his fault, either, and he really was tired of Pansy spending more time with her friend than she was at home. Ron couldn't wait for the bloody wedding to be over and done with.
He got undressed, pulled on a pair of pyjama bottoms, and stretched out on the bed. The door to the en suite was closed, and Ron assumed Pansy was getting ready for bed. With luck, she'd be in the mood for a shag.
Ron didn't realize he'd dozed off until a loud noise jolted him from sleep. He startled awake to see a leather-clad dominatrix standing over him, smacking a leather strap into the palm of her hand.
"P-Pansy?" he stammered.
"Silence!" she barked. "Did I give you permission to speak?"
Ron gaped at her. "Wha...ouch!"
"Silence!" Pansy snapped again. "You will not speak unless I ask you a question, Is that clear?"
Ron gulped and nodded as he rubbed his thigh where Pansy had struck him with the leather strap. "Y-yes, ma'am," he answered meekly. Honestly, the woman was a nightmare, but bloody hell, she was hot.
"For tonight, you will address me as Sir. Do you understand?"
Ron scowled, and Pansy raised the strap. "Yes, Sir!" he blurted quickly.
Pansy rocked back on her stiletto heels and smirked at him. "That's better," she said. "Someone told me you were feeling neglected. Is that true?"
"Yes, Sir," Ron replied meekly.
Pansy reached up to adjust the bill of her leather cap. She slapped the leather strap against her thigh as she appeared to contemplate the situation. Ron took the opportunity to look his fill of her. His girlfriend was outfitted in a black leather corset, trousers, knee-high boots, and that ridiculously sexy cap. Ron was terrified and titillated, both.
"Well, now," Pansy drawled. "We can't have poor little Won Won feeling neglected now, can we?"
"No, Sir," Ron ventured, feeling hopeful.
"Remove those tatty pyjamas at once."
"Yes, Sir," Ron responded. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and shucked his pyjama bottoms. His cock bobbed free, standing up proudly and eager for action. Ron grinned, anticipating a brilliant shag. Instead, Pansy drew her wand from the top of one of her boots and flicked an Incarcerous at him.
Ron yelled in surprise as he found his hands now tied to the railings of the headboard. "You cunt!" he seethed. Ron yelped again when Pansy laid a line of fire across his thigh with the leather strap.
"You will not speak unless spoken to," she snapped. "Is that understood?"
"Fuck you! Ow, ow, okay! Ouch! I mean, yes, Sir!"
Pansy smirked and adjusted the bill of her cap. "That's better," she said. "Roll over and get that arse in the air."
Ron guessed her intent, and his jaw jutted out pugnaciously.
"You have a choice to make," said Pansy. "You can roll over and let me spank your naughty arse, or I can slap your cock and balls with this leather strap."
Ron gulped and rolled over, exposing his tender arse to Pansy's less-than-tender mercies. He didn't have time to reconsider before the first blow landed. Ron cried out as the strap made contact with his naked flesh. Pansy delivered several more stinging swats without letting up. Ron's arse was burning, and his eyes were watering by the time she paused. He could hear her quick puffs of breath over his own ragged pants.
Pansy dragged the strap across Ron's back, leaving a scattering of goosebumps in its wake. "Are you still feeling neglected, love?" she purred.
"No, Sir," Ron muttered. He jumped when Pansy groped him rudely between the legs.
"Ah, it seems you're enjoying the attention," she exclaimed. "Turn over; I want to ride that cock."
That sounded more like it. Ron slowly rolled over, mindful of his bound wrists and his tender arse. He winced when his hot skin made contact with the bedding.
Pansy used her wand to Transfigure her leather trousers into a pair of chaps that left her nethers bared. She joined Ron on the bed, swinging one leg across his thighs as she straddled him. Pansy took Ron's prick in a firm grip as she rose above him. She guided him into place and sank down with a moan of satisfaction.
Ron's hips left the bed as he arched up to thrust more deeply into his girlfriend. Fortunately, Pansy didn't seem to mind. They drew apart and came together again, falling into a steady, practiced rhythm that was guaranteed to bring them both off quickly. Ron felt his balls tighten. He wanted to come, but he was afraid of what would happen, should he climax before Pansy did. If only he could get his hands on her magnificent tits...
Pansy took matters into her own hands, so to speak, when she reached down to rub at her clit. Her body arched, and Ron felt her clenching around him as she came. Pansy didn't miss a beat; she continued to ride Ron until she wrung his release from him.
Pansy slid off of Ron and snugged herself to his side. She left one leg thrown over him in a proprietary fashion. Ron was too shagged-out to care. Pansy walked her fingertips up his chest and tweaked one of his nipples.
"There now, love," she murmured. "Not feeling so neglected now, are we?"
Ron smiled and pressed closer to her. "No," he replied.
Pansy's fingers tightened almost painfully in his chest hair. "Don't you mean, No, Sir?"
Cake and Humiliation
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Ron/Pansy
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Bondage, spanking, explicit sex
Word count: 1125
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 vix_spes, who requested a sequel to The Consequences
Summary: Ron has been feeling neglected; Pansy sorts him out.
By the time Pansy got home, she was tired and out of sorts. At first, helping Daphne plan her wedding seemed like fun, but such was not the case. What did Granger say that Muggles called women like Daphne? Bridezilla, Pansy recalled. Yes, Daphne was definitely a Bridezilla. She was putting Pansy off of ever wanting to get married.
The expression on her boyfriend's face when she walked in and dropped onto the sofa wasn't helping matters. Pansy spared Ron a glare. "What's got your wand in a knot?" she snapped.
"I thought you'd be home two hours ago," Ron replied, voice sullen.
"So did I," said Pansy, "but Daphne was being difficult. Again."
"I'm tired of hearing about Greengrass," grumbled Ron. "You've been spending so much time with her lately that I never see you."
"Aw, Ronnie, are you feeling neglected?" Pansy jeered. She wasn't in the mood for his drama any more than she was in the mood for Daphne's.
"Piss off," said Ron. He lunged to his feet and stomped out of the living room.
~*~
Ron reckoned he owed Pansy an apology; it wasn't her fault that Greengrass was such a cunt. On the other hand, it wasn't his fault, either, and he really was tired of Pansy spending more time with her friend than she was at home. Ron couldn't wait for the bloody wedding to be over and done with.
He got undressed, pulled on a pair of pyjama bottoms, and stretched out on the bed. The door to the en suite was closed, and Ron assumed Pansy was getting ready for bed. With luck, she'd be in the mood for a shag.
Ron didn't realize he'd dozed off until a loud noise jolted him from sleep. He startled awake to see a leather-clad dominatrix standing over him, smacking a leather strap into the palm of her hand.
"P-Pansy?" he stammered.
"Silence!" she barked. "Did I give you permission to speak?"
Ron gaped at her. "Wha...ouch!"
"Silence!" Pansy snapped again. "You will not speak unless I ask you a question, Is that clear?"
Ron gulped and nodded as he rubbed his thigh where Pansy had struck him with the leather strap. "Y-yes, ma'am," he answered meekly. Honestly, the woman was a nightmare, but bloody hell, she was hot.
"For tonight, you will address me as Sir. Do you understand?"
Ron scowled, and Pansy raised the strap. "Yes, Sir!" he blurted quickly.
Pansy rocked back on her stiletto heels and smirked at him. "That's better," she said. "Someone told me you were feeling neglected. Is that true?"
"Yes, Sir," Ron replied meekly.
Pansy reached up to adjust the bill of her leather cap. She slapped the leather strap against her thigh as she appeared to contemplate the situation. Ron took the opportunity to look his fill of her. His girlfriend was outfitted in a black leather corset, trousers, knee-high boots, and that ridiculously sexy cap. Ron was terrified and titillated, both.
"Well, now," Pansy drawled. "We can't have poor little Won Won feeling neglected now, can we?"
"No, Sir," Ron ventured, feeling hopeful.
"Remove those tatty pyjamas at once."
"Yes, Sir," Ron responded. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and shucked his pyjama bottoms. His cock bobbed free, standing up proudly and eager for action. Ron grinned, anticipating a brilliant shag. Instead, Pansy drew her wand from the top of one of her boots and flicked an Incarcerous at him.
Ron yelled in surprise as he found his hands now tied to the railings of the headboard. "You cunt!" he seethed. Ron yelped again when Pansy laid a line of fire across his thigh with the leather strap.
"You will not speak unless spoken to," she snapped. "Is that understood?"
"Fuck you! Ow, ow, okay! Ouch! I mean, yes, Sir!"
Pansy smirked and adjusted the bill of her cap. "That's better," she said. "Roll over and get that arse in the air."
Ron guessed her intent, and his jaw jutted out pugnaciously.
"You have a choice to make," said Pansy. "You can roll over and let me spank your naughty arse, or I can slap your cock and balls with this leather strap."
Ron gulped and rolled over, exposing his tender arse to Pansy's less-than-tender mercies. He didn't have time to reconsider before the first blow landed. Ron cried out as the strap made contact with his naked flesh. Pansy delivered several more stinging swats without letting up. Ron's arse was burning, and his eyes were watering by the time she paused. He could hear her quick puffs of breath over his own ragged pants.
Pansy dragged the strap across Ron's back, leaving a scattering of goosebumps in its wake. "Are you still feeling neglected, love?" she purred.
"No, Sir," Ron muttered. He jumped when Pansy groped him rudely between the legs.
"Ah, it seems you're enjoying the attention," she exclaimed. "Turn over; I want to ride that cock."
That sounded more like it. Ron slowly rolled over, mindful of his bound wrists and his tender arse. He winced when his hot skin made contact with the bedding.
Pansy used her wand to Transfigure her leather trousers into a pair of chaps that left her nethers bared. She joined Ron on the bed, swinging one leg across his thighs as she straddled him. Pansy took Ron's prick in a firm grip as she rose above him. She guided him into place and sank down with a moan of satisfaction.
Ron's hips left the bed as he arched up to thrust more deeply into his girlfriend. Fortunately, Pansy didn't seem to mind. They drew apart and came together again, falling into a steady, practiced rhythm that was guaranteed to bring them both off quickly. Ron felt his balls tighten. He wanted to come, but he was afraid of what would happen, should he climax before Pansy did. If only he could get his hands on her magnificent tits...
Pansy took matters into her own hands, so to speak, when she reached down to rub at her clit. Her body arched, and Ron felt her clenching around him as she came. Pansy didn't miss a beat; she continued to ride Ron until she wrung his release from him.
Pansy slid off of Ron and snugged herself to his side. She left one leg thrown over him in a proprietary fashion. Ron was too shagged-out to care. Pansy walked her fingertips up his chest and tweaked one of his nipples.
"There now, love," she murmured. "Not feeling so neglected now, are we?"
Ron smiled and pressed closer to her. "No," he replied.
Pansy's fingers tightened almost painfully in his chest hair. "Don't you mean, No, Sir?"
Cake and Humiliation