Fest Fic: The Replacement (Harry/Pansy)
Title: The Replacement
Author: freakingcrups
Prompt: 104: Harry's always loved that Ginny took control in the bedroom, so when she runs off with a fellow Quidditch player he turns to the only other woman he knows who's sure to be willing to dominate the "chosen one" in bed... Pansy Parkinson.
Prompt submitted by: hpfangirl71
Pairing(s): Harry/Pansy. Mentioned Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 2,951 words
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s) (Highlight to view): *Figging and whipping.*
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: I hope you enjoy this, hpfangirl71! This story just came at me and it practically wrote itself! Thanks to my beta!
Summary: When Ginny leaves Harry for another Quidditch player, he decides Pansy Parkinson would be the perfect person to take over Ginny’s role of dominating him in bed. It turns out…he was right.
Harry doesn’t know what brings him here. He doesn’t know why he chose her. He was sure there would be other women, women that wouldn’t condemn him for who he is. Yet, he knows he wants her to be the one. He wants her to throw him on his back and treat him for what he was, a submissive man in need of a dominate woman.
Her lips upturn into a sneer of disgust. Her pretty eyes are full of disdain, but she doesn’t refuse. She merely inspects him before nodding thoughtfully. Her heels click on the ceramic floor as she stands from her seat, her long legs bare, and her short skirt reaching the tops of her thighs.
“Why do you want me, Potty?” The suspicion is lingering in her voice as she presses her pert arse against the front of her desk. She slips onto it and crosses her legs and Harry can’t help it when he immediately stares at them. They are smooth, long and they looked good enough to lick. He imagines himself between her legs as he stares up at her, begging her with his eyes.
She knows what he is thinking about because she smirks. “Well? I’m waiting.”
“Only you can give me what I want. What I need.” His voice is scratchy with desire. His cock hardens at his own imagination and presses insistently against his zipper. It hurts and he knows now that he should have worn underwear beneath his jeans.
“What you need…or what you desire?” The confidence in her voice has Harry’s stomach rolling in lust. He loved Ginny for her confidence, her control, but it wasn’t long before his ex-wife decided that she wanted to be the one who was looked after, she wanted to be the perfect submissive wife. Harry couldn’t give her that.
“Desire,” he answers obediently. His head bows, a sign of his submission. He is not ashamed of this and neither is Parkinson, who stands and runs her fingers idly through his hair.
“Your hair is a mess,” she comments lowly with the same disgust in her voice. “Your clothes are what the poor wear,” she pinches the shoulder of his shirt and he hears her snorting. “And you are a Gryffindor,” she says that as though it’s the worst of all of them. “However, you seem like a good sub, Potty.”
“I am,” he says immediately, swallowing the worry building in his throat.
“Prove it,” she sneers and returns to her previous seat on her desk. She spreads her legs and as he raises his head, he catches an eyeful of red, silky knickers up her skirt. “Eat me out.”
He glances around. They are in her office at the Ministry of Magic and it seems improper, but he knows he can’t say no. He doesn’t want to say no.
He slips onto the ground from his chair and crawls between her legs. He doesn’t look up at her again as he gingerly kisses the inside of her right knee. She doesn’t say anything, so he continues, his mouth sliding up her thigh until his head is under her skirt, hovering above her knickers. Both hands gripping her thighs, his tongues darts out, tasting the wet spot that is starting to form on her knickers. She doesn’t moan, but he knows she likes it when she takes a sharp intake of air.
He does it again, this time with more pressure. He palms his own cock as he slips his fingers side of her knickers, pulling them across so he can see her pussy, wet and so bloody inviting.
“Eat me, you little bitch.”
Harry nearly moans at her harsh voice as he licks her clit, moist with her desire. She does moan this time and her hips thrust forward. Her hand is on the back of his head and she’s pushing him closer, pressing him into her pussy.
“No teasing, Potty.”
“I need…” He stops himself before he says anything else. “Please, let me…let me touch myself.”
Parkinson snorts. “No. Blue balls will suit you, Golden Boy. Now I thought I just told you to eat me out. Get to it before I decide I don’t want to do this.”
He swallows down the snarky response. Even though he has submitted to Ginny two years, there is still rebellion inside of him. He has better control of it now though.
He does as he is told. He licks at her clit again, before sucking on it. He can smell her desire and it turns him on, but he tries to ignore it. This is about pleasuring his dom. His tongue masters her pussy, leaving her in pants and gasps. Between stabbing her entrance with it and sucking and licking her clit, she’s close, he knows it.
“Put your fingers in me.”
At this point, he nearly groans a ‘yes.’ He wants this, he wants to feel her wetness around him, even if it’s on his fingers. He doesn’t waste any time in pushing one into her entrance. It smoothly enters, guided by her juices. His fingers slide in and out two times before he adds two more.
She's close and he can hear her pants and groans. Her legs are shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm rips through her body. Her juices surround his fingers as her hips jerk down on them one more time before she collapses on the desk.
He smiles, satisfied, as she tells him he can move away. He does so and sits back in the chair, as hard as he was before. But he doesn't touch himself, she hasn't told him he can.
She finally stands, straightening up her appearance. Her skirt is pulled down once more and she does up the buttons of her shirt. She must have been touching her breasts, he realizes. And then she points her wand at her hair, muttering a spell that replaces it into the neatness it was before.
She licks her lips and stalks around her desk, she sits in her own seat again and smirks.
"Who knew the Golden Boy could be so good with his tongue?"
Harry doesn't say anything, it doesn't warrant a reply.
"Did Dumbledore teach you that?"
He clenches his teeth, but he knows it's not visible to her. He still says nothing.
"Or maybe it was your godfather, hm Potty?"
She's pushing all the right buttons, but he's stronger than that, he knows he is. He still stares straight at her.
"You can talk."
And finally, he has his order. "I learnt from my ex-wife."
"Ah yes," she chuckles as she crosses her knees. Her fingernails are drumming on the desk. "I heard the firehead left you for some other Quidditch player. Broken hearted, were you? You can answer."
"Yes," Harry says truthfully. He hasn't cried over it and he doesn't plan to. He knew she wasn't truly happy with him and he didn't blame her. He still doesn't.
"And so you're looking for another dom? You may answer my questions until I tell you otherwise." The smirk on her face is wide and triumphant and he finds it attractive. It suits her.
"Yes, I am. I knew you-"
"Shut up, Golden Boy. I said you could answer, not give me an explanation."
Harry closes his mouth and stifles a sigh. He knows she will put him through hell and he's hoping for it. But she's different from Ginny, she's harsher and he's not sure if he's going to like it more or not.
"Very well, we have a deal. It's a two month trial basis, are we agreed?" Her voice is sharp and he knows she is not willing to negotiate so he nods submissively.
! ! ! !
The first night, she's rough. He can still feel the marks on his body.
When she first knocks on the door, Harry is at it immediately, opening it. She storms in, higher heels on this time and a shorter skirt. Her top curves down her chest, the top halves of her breasts are being pushed up by her bra. And he can't help but divulging in the sight of them. Even only half exposed, they are beautiful, pert.
She doesn't waste any time and tells him to show her to the bedroom. He leads her there and when he walks in, she grabs him and pushes him onto the bed. Pulling out her wand, she secures his hands with tight ropes.
"Safe word," she demands as she drops her handbag on a chair and strips her own body of her clothes. He tries not to moan as her skirt and knickers go first. Her pussy is just as beautiful as it was before. With only a strip of trimmed hair, she's tidy down there. He knows she takes care of her body and the sight of it turns him on. He's hard already. Her top comes off next, leaving her in a Slytherin green push up bra. When it's unclipped and thrown to the floor, he does groan. Her breasts are as beautiful as he imagines them to be.
She reaches into her bag and he wonders what she is looking for until she brings it out. It's small, but with an Enlargening spell, it grows to it's full size. Harry swallows. Ginny and he had tried many things, but a strap on was not one of them. They had talked about it, but it was Ginny who decided she didn't want to do it.
Parkinson smirks at his wide eyes. "Ever been fucked before, Potty?"
He stares at her and when she rolls her eyes and nods, he answers. "No."
"Well," she drawls, "you're about to be." She flicks her wand again and he's naked.
He doesn't say anything as she hums and studies him. She finally nods her head and waves her wand once more. He doesn't know what's happening before he's been turned over onto his stomach and the ropes is tightening against his wrists again.
"Was this yours and Weaslette's bed? You can answer."
He can't see her, so he doesn't know what she's doing, but he hears a zip. "Yes," he answers quietly, pushing away the memories. They don't matter any more.
She makes a noise in her throat. He waits, not moving, until finally he feels something at his arse hole. He sucks in a deep breath when a finger with something wet on it pushes into him. It doesn't hurt, he's stuck his fingers up his arse before, but it's different. Weird. Her fingers are smaller than his and her nail is sharper.
"Like that, Golden Boy? Answer." Her voice is scathing as she twists her finger.
He swallows. "Yes." His cock jerks underneath his stomach in agreement.
She chuckles, but it's low and mocking. She adds another finger and then another. She pulls them out before he can get use to them and he turns his head to look over his shoulder when he feels something bigger pressing against his hole.
"Look straight ahead, Potty," she demands. She pauses for a moment before she continues. "And I'll have you calling me Mistress, am I clear?"
Harry is silent and when she wraps her fingers in his hair and tugs, he groans in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The strap on dick is sliding into him and it hurts. It's larger than his or her fingers and he feels like he is being split into two.
"Answer me."
"Yes, Mistress," he says through the grit of his teeth. Harry knows the fake dick is completely inside of him when he feels her hips press against his arse. The stinging is lessening, but the pain is still evident and so is the uncomfortable feeling. His cock had softened a little, but with one movement of her hips, the fake dick hits something inside of him and his cock is hard enough to hit a baseball. He lets out a loud grunt.
"Your prostrate," she says, sounding pleased with herself. And then she's moving. There is no soft movements from her, it's hard and fast. Harry still feels like he is being split open, but the pain is mixed with pleasure and he throws his head into the pillow, biting it.
Her fingernails are digging into his shoulder blades as she grips them, using it to leverage the strap on dick in and out of him. His cock is leaking with precome, but it's trapped between his stomach and the bed and with the friction from the bedsheets, he's so close to coming already.
She slaps his shoulder hard and he hisses in surprise. "Are you close to coming?"
"Yes," Harry grunts.
She slaps him again, harder this time. "Yes what, Potty?"
He curses himself for forgetting. "Yes, Mistress."
And then she stops the thrusting of her hips and the fake dick is removed from his arse. It still feels like it's in there and the burning sensation sends jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. He doesn't know what she's doing, but then he's turned on his back again. His prick rocks back and forth from the sudden movement.
Mistress smirks at him. "Do you want to be inside of me, Potty?"
He doesn't say yes like he wants to. He just watches her. She raises a brow and finally he gives her a short nod.
"Say it," she commands, her eyes filled with lust.
"Yes, Mistress." Harry groans out as his gaze flicks to her pussy. He wants her so badly.
She licks her lips and she's in her bag again, pulling out something small again. One Englargening spell later and he realizes that it's a whip. His cock throbs in need. He loves being whipped.
She's walking over to the bed and slips into it. Holding the whip in a tight grip, she moves so she's on her knees, her pussy hovering over Harry's seeking cock. His eyes are too focused on her beautiful pussy to notice the whip come down until it flicks across his shoulder. He groans loudly as it marks his flesh again.
She reaches down to open herself and then she's sinking down onto him and he throws his head back to grunt in pleasure.
The whip comes down on the opposite shoulder this time and with harder force. "Look at me, Potty."
He does through half lidded eyes. She smirks when the nine tails whip comes down on his shoulder again. And then she's moving up and down on him, setting a hard and fast pace. His legs are quivering as he tries to stop himself from thrusting his hips up.
It's obvious that she knows what he's trying to do and she smirks. "Fuck me, Golden Boy."
His hips move immediately, his cock thrusting up into her as she pushed down to meet him. With each thrust, Mistress brings down the whip onto his skin. She moves it from his shoulder to his chest and across his nipples.
Their movements are rough, fast and lust-filled. He's grunting and she's moaning and groaning. Harry doesn't care if the neighbours can hear them, he needs this as much as he knows she does. She reaches down with her spare hand to rub furiously at her clit and when she stiffens, he knows she's about to come.
"I need to..." He trails off, looking at her pleadingly as he struggles with his bonds.
"Say it," she groans as she slams down on his hard cock.
"Please let me come, Mistress." He's not embarrassed about how needy he sounds.
"Come," she commands as her own orgasm rips through her body. She clenches around him and with one last, hard flick of her wrist, the whip comes down over his right nipple as she screams her release.
Harry groans loudly as his cock jerks inside of her. His toes curl as spurts of come fills her.
She blankets herself over him, making the welts on his chest sting in pain. He doesn't shudder though, they feel good. Finally though, she pulls back and lets his softening cock fall out of her as she stands from the bed.
"Thanks, Potty."
He opens his mouth to say something, but at her look, he closes it again.
She redresses and he watches her every movement. She's beautiful, he thinks, as she slips on her last piece of clothing - her top.
"I've owled Weaslette before I came here . She'll be coming over in about fifteen minutes. When she gets here, you tell her that you have a new Mistress. That your new mistress will not let her touch you again. And it doesn't matter if that stupid Quidditch player gets bored of her, you will never go back to her simpering arse. Am I clear?"
Harry swallows down the compulsion to defend Ginny and nods immediately.
She smirks. "Same time tomorrow?"
He doesn't hesitate in smirking as well and nodding. "Yes, Mistress." He tugs at his wrists, but she shakes her head. He realizes that she wants Ginny to see him like this.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to put a cock ring on you as I fuck you with that dildo until you can't take it anymore. Am I clear?"
His throat feels dry as he nods again. "Yes, Mistress."
"Goodnight, Potter." She blows him a kiss as she strides out of his bedroom door.
Harry wonders if she realizes that she actually called him Potter that time. It makes him smile. He'll have Pansy Parkinson warming up to him in no time. Maybe, just maybe, he will call her his own in a couple of months.
Author: freakingcrups
Prompt: 104: Harry's always loved that Ginny took control in the bedroom, so when she runs off with a fellow Quidditch player he turns to the only other woman he knows who's sure to be willing to dominate the "chosen one" in bed... Pansy Parkinson.
Prompt submitted by: hpfangirl71
Pairing(s): Harry/Pansy. Mentioned Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 2,951 words
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s) (Highlight to view): *Figging and whipping.*
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: I hope you enjoy this, hpfangirl71! This story just came at me and it practically wrote itself! Thanks to my beta!
Summary: When Ginny leaves Harry for another Quidditch player, he decides Pansy Parkinson would be the perfect person to take over Ginny’s role of dominating him in bed. It turns out…he was right.
Harry doesn’t know what brings him here. He doesn’t know why he chose her. He was sure there would be other women, women that wouldn’t condemn him for who he is. Yet, he knows he wants her to be the one. He wants her to throw him on his back and treat him for what he was, a submissive man in need of a dominate woman.
Her lips upturn into a sneer of disgust. Her pretty eyes are full of disdain, but she doesn’t refuse. She merely inspects him before nodding thoughtfully. Her heels click on the ceramic floor as she stands from her seat, her long legs bare, and her short skirt reaching the tops of her thighs.
“Why do you want me, Potty?” The suspicion is lingering in her voice as she presses her pert arse against the front of her desk. She slips onto it and crosses her legs and Harry can’t help it when he immediately stares at them. They are smooth, long and they looked good enough to lick. He imagines himself between her legs as he stares up at her, begging her with his eyes.
She knows what he is thinking about because she smirks. “Well? I’m waiting.”
“Only you can give me what I want. What I need.” His voice is scratchy with desire. His cock hardens at his own imagination and presses insistently against his zipper. It hurts and he knows now that he should have worn underwear beneath his jeans.
“What you need…or what you desire?” The confidence in her voice has Harry’s stomach rolling in lust. He loved Ginny for her confidence, her control, but it wasn’t long before his ex-wife decided that she wanted to be the one who was looked after, she wanted to be the perfect submissive wife. Harry couldn’t give her that.
“Desire,” he answers obediently. His head bows, a sign of his submission. He is not ashamed of this and neither is Parkinson, who stands and runs her fingers idly through his hair.
“Your hair is a mess,” she comments lowly with the same disgust in her voice. “Your clothes are what the poor wear,” she pinches the shoulder of his shirt and he hears her snorting. “And you are a Gryffindor,” she says that as though it’s the worst of all of them. “However, you seem like a good sub, Potty.”
“I am,” he says immediately, swallowing the worry building in his throat.
“Prove it,” she sneers and returns to her previous seat on her desk. She spreads her legs and as he raises his head, he catches an eyeful of red, silky knickers up her skirt. “Eat me out.”
He glances around. They are in her office at the Ministry of Magic and it seems improper, but he knows he can’t say no. He doesn’t want to say no.
He slips onto the ground from his chair and crawls between her legs. He doesn’t look up at her again as he gingerly kisses the inside of her right knee. She doesn’t say anything, so he continues, his mouth sliding up her thigh until his head is under her skirt, hovering above her knickers. Both hands gripping her thighs, his tongues darts out, tasting the wet spot that is starting to form on her knickers. She doesn’t moan, but he knows she likes it when she takes a sharp intake of air.
He does it again, this time with more pressure. He palms his own cock as he slips his fingers side of her knickers, pulling them across so he can see her pussy, wet and so bloody inviting.
“Eat me, you little bitch.”
Harry nearly moans at her harsh voice as he licks her clit, moist with her desire. She does moan this time and her hips thrust forward. Her hand is on the back of his head and she’s pushing him closer, pressing him into her pussy.
“No teasing, Potty.”
“I need…” He stops himself before he says anything else. “Please, let me…let me touch myself.”
Parkinson snorts. “No. Blue balls will suit you, Golden Boy. Now I thought I just told you to eat me out. Get to it before I decide I don’t want to do this.”
He swallows down the snarky response. Even though he has submitted to Ginny two years, there is still rebellion inside of him. He has better control of it now though.
He does as he is told. He licks at her clit again, before sucking on it. He can smell her desire and it turns him on, but he tries to ignore it. This is about pleasuring his dom. His tongue masters her pussy, leaving her in pants and gasps. Between stabbing her entrance with it and sucking and licking her clit, she’s close, he knows it.
“Put your fingers in me.”
At this point, he nearly groans a ‘yes.’ He wants this, he wants to feel her wetness around him, even if it’s on his fingers. He doesn’t waste any time in pushing one into her entrance. It smoothly enters, guided by her juices. His fingers slide in and out two times before he adds two more.
She's close and he can hear her pants and groans. Her legs are shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm rips through her body. Her juices surround his fingers as her hips jerk down on them one more time before she collapses on the desk.
He smiles, satisfied, as she tells him he can move away. He does so and sits back in the chair, as hard as he was before. But he doesn't touch himself, she hasn't told him he can.
She finally stands, straightening up her appearance. Her skirt is pulled down once more and she does up the buttons of her shirt. She must have been touching her breasts, he realizes. And then she points her wand at her hair, muttering a spell that replaces it into the neatness it was before.
She licks her lips and stalks around her desk, she sits in her own seat again and smirks.
"Who knew the Golden Boy could be so good with his tongue?"
Harry doesn't say anything, it doesn't warrant a reply.
"Did Dumbledore teach you that?"
He clenches his teeth, but he knows it's not visible to her. He still says nothing.
"Or maybe it was your godfather, hm Potty?"
She's pushing all the right buttons, but he's stronger than that, he knows he is. He still stares straight at her.
"You can talk."
And finally, he has his order. "I learnt from my ex-wife."
"Ah yes," she chuckles as she crosses her knees. Her fingernails are drumming on the desk. "I heard the firehead left you for some other Quidditch player. Broken hearted, were you? You can answer."
"Yes," Harry says truthfully. He hasn't cried over it and he doesn't plan to. He knew she wasn't truly happy with him and he didn't blame her. He still doesn't.
"And so you're looking for another dom? You may answer my questions until I tell you otherwise." The smirk on her face is wide and triumphant and he finds it attractive. It suits her.
"Yes, I am. I knew you-"
"Shut up, Golden Boy. I said you could answer, not give me an explanation."
Harry closes his mouth and stifles a sigh. He knows she will put him through hell and he's hoping for it. But she's different from Ginny, she's harsher and he's not sure if he's going to like it more or not.
"Very well, we have a deal. It's a two month trial basis, are we agreed?" Her voice is sharp and he knows she is not willing to negotiate so he nods submissively.
! ! ! !
The first night, she's rough. He can still feel the marks on his body.
When she first knocks on the door, Harry is at it immediately, opening it. She storms in, higher heels on this time and a shorter skirt. Her top curves down her chest, the top halves of her breasts are being pushed up by her bra. And he can't help but divulging in the sight of them. Even only half exposed, they are beautiful, pert.
She doesn't waste any time and tells him to show her to the bedroom. He leads her there and when he walks in, she grabs him and pushes him onto the bed. Pulling out her wand, she secures his hands with tight ropes.
"Safe word," she demands as she drops her handbag on a chair and strips her own body of her clothes. He tries not to moan as her skirt and knickers go first. Her pussy is just as beautiful as it was before. With only a strip of trimmed hair, she's tidy down there. He knows she takes care of her body and the sight of it turns him on. He's hard already. Her top comes off next, leaving her in a Slytherin green push up bra. When it's unclipped and thrown to the floor, he does groan. Her breasts are as beautiful as he imagines them to be.
She reaches into her bag and he wonders what she is looking for until she brings it out. It's small, but with an Enlargening spell, it grows to it's full size. Harry swallows. Ginny and he had tried many things, but a strap on was not one of them. They had talked about it, but it was Ginny who decided she didn't want to do it.
Parkinson smirks at his wide eyes. "Ever been fucked before, Potty?"
He stares at her and when she rolls her eyes and nods, he answers. "No."
"Well," she drawls, "you're about to be." She flicks her wand again and he's naked.
He doesn't say anything as she hums and studies him. She finally nods her head and waves her wand once more. He doesn't know what's happening before he's been turned over onto his stomach and the ropes is tightening against his wrists again.
"Was this yours and Weaslette's bed? You can answer."
He can't see her, so he doesn't know what she's doing, but he hears a zip. "Yes," he answers quietly, pushing away the memories. They don't matter any more.
She makes a noise in her throat. He waits, not moving, until finally he feels something at his arse hole. He sucks in a deep breath when a finger with something wet on it pushes into him. It doesn't hurt, he's stuck his fingers up his arse before, but it's different. Weird. Her fingers are smaller than his and her nail is sharper.
"Like that, Golden Boy? Answer." Her voice is scathing as she twists her finger.
He swallows. "Yes." His cock jerks underneath his stomach in agreement.
She chuckles, but it's low and mocking. She adds another finger and then another. She pulls them out before he can get use to them and he turns his head to look over his shoulder when he feels something bigger pressing against his hole.
"Look straight ahead, Potty," she demands. She pauses for a moment before she continues. "And I'll have you calling me Mistress, am I clear?"
Harry is silent and when she wraps her fingers in his hair and tugs, he groans in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The strap on dick is sliding into him and it hurts. It's larger than his or her fingers and he feels like he is being split into two.
"Answer me."
"Yes, Mistress," he says through the grit of his teeth. Harry knows the fake dick is completely inside of him when he feels her hips press against his arse. The stinging is lessening, but the pain is still evident and so is the uncomfortable feeling. His cock had softened a little, but with one movement of her hips, the fake dick hits something inside of him and his cock is hard enough to hit a baseball. He lets out a loud grunt.
"Your prostrate," she says, sounding pleased with herself. And then she's moving. There is no soft movements from her, it's hard and fast. Harry still feels like he is being split open, but the pain is mixed with pleasure and he throws his head into the pillow, biting it.
Her fingernails are digging into his shoulder blades as she grips them, using it to leverage the strap on dick in and out of him. His cock is leaking with precome, but it's trapped between his stomach and the bed and with the friction from the bedsheets, he's so close to coming already.
She slaps his shoulder hard and he hisses in surprise. "Are you close to coming?"
"Yes," Harry grunts.
She slaps him again, harder this time. "Yes what, Potty?"
He curses himself for forgetting. "Yes, Mistress."
And then she stops the thrusting of her hips and the fake dick is removed from his arse. It still feels like it's in there and the burning sensation sends jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. He doesn't know what she's doing, but then he's turned on his back again. His prick rocks back and forth from the sudden movement.
Mistress smirks at him. "Do you want to be inside of me, Potty?"
He doesn't say yes like he wants to. He just watches her. She raises a brow and finally he gives her a short nod.
"Say it," she commands, her eyes filled with lust.
"Yes, Mistress." Harry groans out as his gaze flicks to her pussy. He wants her so badly.
She licks her lips and she's in her bag again, pulling out something small again. One Englargening spell later and he realizes that it's a whip. His cock throbs in need. He loves being whipped.
She's walking over to the bed and slips into it. Holding the whip in a tight grip, she moves so she's on her knees, her pussy hovering over Harry's seeking cock. His eyes are too focused on her beautiful pussy to notice the whip come down until it flicks across his shoulder. He groans loudly as it marks his flesh again.
She reaches down to open herself and then she's sinking down onto him and he throws his head back to grunt in pleasure.
The whip comes down on the opposite shoulder this time and with harder force. "Look at me, Potty."
He does through half lidded eyes. She smirks when the nine tails whip comes down on his shoulder again. And then she's moving up and down on him, setting a hard and fast pace. His legs are quivering as he tries to stop himself from thrusting his hips up.
It's obvious that she knows what he's trying to do and she smirks. "Fuck me, Golden Boy."
His hips move immediately, his cock thrusting up into her as she pushed down to meet him. With each thrust, Mistress brings down the whip onto his skin. She moves it from his shoulder to his chest and across his nipples.
Their movements are rough, fast and lust-filled. He's grunting and she's moaning and groaning. Harry doesn't care if the neighbours can hear them, he needs this as much as he knows she does. She reaches down with her spare hand to rub furiously at her clit and when she stiffens, he knows she's about to come.
"I need to..." He trails off, looking at her pleadingly as he struggles with his bonds.
"Say it," she groans as she slams down on his hard cock.
"Please let me come, Mistress." He's not embarrassed about how needy he sounds.
"Come," she commands as her own orgasm rips through her body. She clenches around him and with one last, hard flick of her wrist, the whip comes down over his right nipple as she screams her release.
Harry groans loudly as his cock jerks inside of her. His toes curl as spurts of come fills her.
She blankets herself over him, making the welts on his chest sting in pain. He doesn't shudder though, they feel good. Finally though, she pulls back and lets his softening cock fall out of her as she stands from the bed.
"Thanks, Potty."
He opens his mouth to say something, but at her look, he closes it again.
She redresses and he watches her every movement. She's beautiful, he thinks, as she slips on her last piece of clothing - her top.
"I've owled Weaslette before I came here . She'll be coming over in about fifteen minutes. When she gets here, you tell her that you have a new Mistress. That your new mistress will not let her touch you again. And it doesn't matter if that stupid Quidditch player gets bored of her, you will never go back to her simpering arse. Am I clear?"
Harry swallows down the compulsion to defend Ginny and nods immediately.
She smirks. "Same time tomorrow?"
He doesn't hesitate in smirking as well and nodding. "Yes, Mistress." He tugs at his wrists, but she shakes her head. He realizes that she wants Ginny to see him like this.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to put a cock ring on you as I fuck you with that dildo until you can't take it anymore. Am I clear?"
His throat feels dry as he nods again. "Yes, Mistress."
"Goodnight, Potter." She blows him a kiss as she strides out of his bedroom door.
Harry wonders if she realizes that she actually called him Potter that time. It makes him smile. He'll have Pansy Parkinson warming up to him in no time. Maybe, just maybe, he will call her his own in a couple of months.