Cuffed 6
Title: Cuffed 6
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): (Highlight to view) *Bondage, object penetration, spanking, orgasm denial, BDSM, dub-con, language*
Word count: 1051
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 gracerene, who asked for more of Cuffed
Summary: Malfoy isn't done with Harry yet.
"Fuck you."
After uttering that insult, Harry squinted up at Malfoy, wishing he was wearing his glasses so he could see Malfoy's expression.
Malfoy didn't respond verbally. He set about removing the silken ropes that bound Harry's ankles to rings in the bed. Harry straightened his legs with a groan of relief. He wondered if he was being dismissed.
"Roll over."
Harry went still. "Sorry?"
"I said, roll over," Malfoy repeated in a mild tone.
"But-"
Malfoy drew his wand and cast a complicated spell that raised Harry from the bed and flipped him onto his stomach. His wrists, which were still bound to the headboard, crossed, and he ended up face down in the pillow.
"Bloody hell, Malfoy," he snarled. getting his knees under him as he tugged at the handcuffs. Harry heard a sharp crack behind him, and he froze. Slowly, he turned his head. Even without his glasses on, he could see that Malfoy was holding a dark length of leather in his hands.
Malfoy snapped it again, and Harry flinched. It was a belt.
"I am tired of your insolence, Potter. It seems you need to learn your place."
Harry's heart began to race, and his cock had the nerve to twitch. "Don't you da-"
Crack!
"...argh!" Harry's warning turned into a yelp of pain as Malfoy brought the belt down, leaving a line of fire across his arse.
"You fucking cunt!"
Crack!
"Ow!" bleated Harry, twisting his body to avoid the next blow. It was no use.
Crack! Crack!
Malfoy lit up Harry's right cheek, followed by his left.
Harry's eyes began to water, but his cock was slowly swelling between his legs. Getting spanked by Draco Malfoy was painful, frustrating, humiliating...and arousing.
Malfoy continued smacking Harry with the belt, leaving his arse hot and his cock hard. Tears leaked from Harry's eyes, and his breath came in harsh sobs as he endured the abuse.
When the rain of blows stopped, the only sound in the room was the panting breaths of the inhabitants. There was a thud as Malfoy dropped the belt on the floor, then Harry felt the bed dip beneath Malfoy's weight. A cool hand stroked the heated flesh of Harry's bum, bringing blessed relief.
"Are you done being rude?"
An automatic 'fuck you' came to Harry's lips, but he held it in. There was no telling what Malfoy would do, should Harry curse at him again.
Malfoy slapped his arse with his bare hand, startling another cry out of Harry.
"I asked you a question."
"Wh-what?"
"Are you done being rude, Potter?"
"Yes," Harry gritted out. Fucking cunt, he added silently.
"Yes, what?"
A snarl twisted Harry's features, but he managed to say, "Yes, I'm d-done being rude."
"Very good, Potter," said Malfoy. "Perhaps a reward is in order."
Harry sniffled and rubbed his face against the pillow to dry his tears. His cock liked the sound of being rewarded, but Harry wasn't sure he wanted to continue playing Malfoy's game. A finger traced the cleft of Harry's arse, following the trail down until it rubbed over his tender rim.
Harry sucked in his breath.
"Shall I fill your hole again?"
Harry's jaw tightened as he tried to keep from moaning or worse, whimpering.
Malfoy pushed his finger inside Harry's sore arse, causing him to buck and let out a low moan.
"You're a cock slut, you are, Potter."
Harry didn't bother denying it. He groaned when Malfoy's finger withdrew. Malfoy stood up, and Harry turned his head, trying to track his movements. He started to shift to his side, but was halted by Malfoy's voice.
"Don't move, or I'll take a cane to your arse."
Harry stilled, but for the rise and fall of his chest and the anxious throb of his cock. He heard Malfoy rummaging about again, and Harry's breathing quickened. Was Malfoy planning to mete out more corporal punishment? He tensed when Malfoy's footsteps approached again.
Malfoy sat on the bed behind Harry once more. "I found something you'll like," he murmured, in a voice full of dark promise.
Harry quivered in reaction. He felt Malfoy move, followed by the sound of the cap on the lubricant being flipped open. Harry's rim spasmed. Did Malfoy intend to fuck him again? He didn't have to wonder for long.
Malfoy placed one hand on Harry's arse, spreading him open. Something cold and slick touched his entrance, and Harry clenched involuntarily.
"Relax, or this may hurt."
Harry tried to scoot away.
"Hold still, Potter," Malfoy snapped. He pushed the foreign object forward, penetrating Harry with it and giving it a twist.
Harry groaned and bore down, forcing himself to relax as Malfoy inserted the object deeper. Judging by the shape and size, it was either a dildo or a vibe. The toy felt like it flared larger at the base, and Harry gasped as his rim stretched to take it.
Another twist, and the toy was fully seated. Harry could tell, because it abruptly narrowed, and his rim closed around it, holding the object in place. He drew in a strangled breath and released it on a shaky sigh.
Malfoy gave the toy a twist again, and Harry groaned at the immense pressure on his inner walls. It was uncomfortable, but not unpleasantly so. He heard a click, and the toy inside of him came to life, vibrating at a low frequency. Harry mewled, and his hips hunched in a parody of fucking as he sought relief for his aching cock.
"Incarcerous."
"No," Harry moaned, as Malfoy conjured silken ropes. They wrapped around his waist, hoisting his arse up high and preventing Harry from frotting against the bedding. More ropes wrapped his lower legs, keeping him spread and unable to move.
Malfoy rose from the bed and palmed Harry's arse cheeks, kneading his bum around the vibe inside of him.
"Please," whispered Harry.
Malfoy stepped away. "I have something I must attend to," he announced. "Enjoy, Potter."
Unbelievably, he walked away, and Harry heard the door close behind him. A whine of frustration escaped him. He squirmed and writhed, panting and sweating as the vibe kept him on the edge of pleasure, not quite able to tumble over and into bliss. He was going to throttle Malfoy for this.
Fucking cunt
Cuffed 7
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): (Highlight to view) *Bondage, object penetration, spanking, orgasm denial, BDSM, dub-con, language*
Word count: 1051
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 gracerene, who asked for more of Cuffed
Summary: Malfoy isn't done with Harry yet.
"Fuck you."
After uttering that insult, Harry squinted up at Malfoy, wishing he was wearing his glasses so he could see Malfoy's expression.
Malfoy didn't respond verbally. He set about removing the silken ropes that bound Harry's ankles to rings in the bed. Harry straightened his legs with a groan of relief. He wondered if he was being dismissed.
"Roll over."
Harry went still. "Sorry?"
"I said, roll over," Malfoy repeated in a mild tone.
"But-"
Malfoy drew his wand and cast a complicated spell that raised Harry from the bed and flipped him onto his stomach. His wrists, which were still bound to the headboard, crossed, and he ended up face down in the pillow.
"Bloody hell, Malfoy," he snarled. getting his knees under him as he tugged at the handcuffs. Harry heard a sharp crack behind him, and he froze. Slowly, he turned his head. Even without his glasses on, he could see that Malfoy was holding a dark length of leather in his hands.
Malfoy snapped it again, and Harry flinched. It was a belt.
"I am tired of your insolence, Potter. It seems you need to learn your place."
Harry's heart began to race, and his cock had the nerve to twitch. "Don't you da-"
Crack!
"...argh!" Harry's warning turned into a yelp of pain as Malfoy brought the belt down, leaving a line of fire across his arse.
"You fucking cunt!"
Crack!
"Ow!" bleated Harry, twisting his body to avoid the next blow. It was no use.
Crack! Crack!
Malfoy lit up Harry's right cheek, followed by his left.
Harry's eyes began to water, but his cock was slowly swelling between his legs. Getting spanked by Draco Malfoy was painful, frustrating, humiliating...and arousing.
Malfoy continued smacking Harry with the belt, leaving his arse hot and his cock hard. Tears leaked from Harry's eyes, and his breath came in harsh sobs as he endured the abuse.
When the rain of blows stopped, the only sound in the room was the panting breaths of the inhabitants. There was a thud as Malfoy dropped the belt on the floor, then Harry felt the bed dip beneath Malfoy's weight. A cool hand stroked the heated flesh of Harry's bum, bringing blessed relief.
"Are you done being rude?"
An automatic 'fuck you' came to Harry's lips, but he held it in. There was no telling what Malfoy would do, should Harry curse at him again.
Malfoy slapped his arse with his bare hand, startling another cry out of Harry.
"I asked you a question."
"Wh-what?"
"Are you done being rude, Potter?"
"Yes," Harry gritted out. Fucking cunt, he added silently.
"Yes, what?"
A snarl twisted Harry's features, but he managed to say, "Yes, I'm d-done being rude."
"Very good, Potter," said Malfoy. "Perhaps a reward is in order."
Harry sniffled and rubbed his face against the pillow to dry his tears. His cock liked the sound of being rewarded, but Harry wasn't sure he wanted to continue playing Malfoy's game. A finger traced the cleft of Harry's arse, following the trail down until it rubbed over his tender rim.
Harry sucked in his breath.
"Shall I fill your hole again?"
Harry's jaw tightened as he tried to keep from moaning or worse, whimpering.
Malfoy pushed his finger inside Harry's sore arse, causing him to buck and let out a low moan.
"You're a cock slut, you are, Potter."
Harry didn't bother denying it. He groaned when Malfoy's finger withdrew. Malfoy stood up, and Harry turned his head, trying to track his movements. He started to shift to his side, but was halted by Malfoy's voice.
"Don't move, or I'll take a cane to your arse."
Harry stilled, but for the rise and fall of his chest and the anxious throb of his cock. He heard Malfoy rummaging about again, and Harry's breathing quickened. Was Malfoy planning to mete out more corporal punishment? He tensed when Malfoy's footsteps approached again.
Malfoy sat on the bed behind Harry once more. "I found something you'll like," he murmured, in a voice full of dark promise.
Harry quivered in reaction. He felt Malfoy move, followed by the sound of the cap on the lubricant being flipped open. Harry's rim spasmed. Did Malfoy intend to fuck him again? He didn't have to wonder for long.
Malfoy placed one hand on Harry's arse, spreading him open. Something cold and slick touched his entrance, and Harry clenched involuntarily.
"Relax, or this may hurt."
Harry tried to scoot away.
"Hold still, Potter," Malfoy snapped. He pushed the foreign object forward, penetrating Harry with it and giving it a twist.
Harry groaned and bore down, forcing himself to relax as Malfoy inserted the object deeper. Judging by the shape and size, it was either a dildo or a vibe. The toy felt like it flared larger at the base, and Harry gasped as his rim stretched to take it.
Another twist, and the toy was fully seated. Harry could tell, because it abruptly narrowed, and his rim closed around it, holding the object in place. He drew in a strangled breath and released it on a shaky sigh.
Malfoy gave the toy a twist again, and Harry groaned at the immense pressure on his inner walls. It was uncomfortable, but not unpleasantly so. He heard a click, and the toy inside of him came to life, vibrating at a low frequency. Harry mewled, and his hips hunched in a parody of fucking as he sought relief for his aching cock.
"Incarcerous."
"No," Harry moaned, as Malfoy conjured silken ropes. They wrapped around his waist, hoisting his arse up high and preventing Harry from frotting against the bedding. More ropes wrapped his lower legs, keeping him spread and unable to move.
Malfoy rose from the bed and palmed Harry's arse cheeks, kneading his bum around the vibe inside of him.
"Please," whispered Harry.
Malfoy stepped away. "I have something I must attend to," he announced. "Enjoy, Potter."
Unbelievably, he walked away, and Harry heard the door close behind him. A whine of frustration escaped him. He squirmed and writhed, panting and sweating as the vibe kept him on the edge of pleasure, not quite able to tumble over and into bliss. He was going to throttle Malfoy for this.
Fucking cunt
Cuffed 7