Day 5 - Beg [Harry/Pansy]
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hp_may_madnessTitle: Beg
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 1834 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:
Challenge: #5 - bondage
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.
Harry knew from the moment Hermione rushed past him, her hair tousled and her cheeks a dark pink, that something happened between herself and Ron that night. He asked Ron if she was well, smiling when he noticed Ron’s flushed face, and chocolate stained mouth.
“Yes, she’s well,” he replied, avoiding looking directly at Harry. He chose not to ask Ron any further, knowing that whatever happened it should stay between them.
His two best friends weren’t the only ones with sexual experiences, he as well had an amazing night the previous week, unfortunately it hadn’t happened again, and whenever he tried to catch her attention she didn’t seem to care. It was turning into a problem, he’d had a taste of sex, and wasn’t satisfied. Finding it difficult accepting it as a one-time thing, he tracked her moves on the Marauders map, planning to catch her when she was alone.
His chance came the next day, an hour before the curfew she was alone, roaming the halls. Grabbing his invisibility cloak he set out to catch her, determined to demand an explanation, and hoping the night would lead to something else entirely.
She was, as the map showed, completely alone. He removed his cloak and stepped out behind her. “Hi,” he said, startling her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, not sounding too pleased about his presence.
“I was looking for you, wanted to know why you’ve been avoiding me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Look, it was great, I’m sure you agree, but you’re not the type for me.”
“Then what is?” Harry refused to give up easily, he’d never met someone like her.
“Well, I like first time experiences, which we no longer have, and I like boys who aren’t afraid of trying new things, or who aren’t afraid in experimenting; and I’m sorry to say it, but you look like the boring type.”
Harry wouldn’t accept her rejection that easily, not when he’d just gotten a taste of her. “I can be experimental,” he said, not sure exactly what she was thinking of.
“Really? I’m not like most boring witches, I like to take control, to humiliate the boy, to make him my slave, to use him like a man would have, are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes,” Harry said, sounding less sure than before.
“Look at you, you can’t even admit to something without sounding like a complete virgin.” Harry knew he should have found her words hurtful, but instead his cock hardened at the thought of being humiliated, which was not something he’d experienced before. “Okay, here is the deal, beg, and I’ll try you out once. If you want more I’ll take you, but if you can’t take it you better find someone who aren’t even close to me.” A tiny voice told Harry it was a mistake, that he should turn around and leave because he wasn’t ready for someone like her. The voice was right, he wasn’t ready, but it was just as easy to try it out once like it was to wait.
Having never begged before he didn’t know exactly what to do. Remembering a scene from an old movie he decided to do something similar, dropping down to his knees and looking up at her. “Please, I want you to use me as you wish,” he said, surprised at how easy it was to be as submissive.
“Mistress,” she added, smiling at the sight.
“Mistress,” he said, ignoring the strangeness of the word.
“Fine, I guess it won’t hurt to test you out once.” His cock hardened even more as he wondered what she would do to him. “Get up, I’m going to take you to on a ride you’ll never forget.” Harry obeyed, following her as she walked down the hall, saying nothing before they reached a locked room in the dungeon.
“What’s in there?” he asked.
“You should know that speaking without permission is punishable, if you have anything to say you better ask for permission first, and don’t forget to say Mistress.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.” She smiled, making his heart do a backflip.
“Better. And this is the room I’ve sort of adopted. It used to be a storage, before I adopted it.” He didn’t know what to expect as she opened the doors, but he imagined far more than he saw. The room was mostly empty, there were a few candles by the walls which lit up as soon as they entered, casting a yellowish glow across a few simple furniture scattered around the room.
She closed and locked the doors behind them, then ordered him to strip. Harry almost regretted his decision, but then he did as she said and found his cock hardening even more. He didn’t know how much she wanted him to take off, but because she hadn’t told him to stop he figured he should just keep going. “Good,” she said once he was completely naked. Harry wanted to place his hands in front of his exposed cock, but he feared it was against her will, and because he didn’t want to anger her he kept his hands by his sides.
“I’m giving you one last chance to change your mind, what I’m planning today will hurt, but it won’t be the worst thing I’ll do to you if you decide to accept me.”
“I want it,” Harry said, glad he no longer sounded afraid.
“As you wish. Now, before we continue I’m going to tell you a few of the rules, as well as the safewords. I’m your Mistress, and can do whatever I want to you, but don’t fear, I’m not into permanent damage. If for some reason you find yourself in a lot of pain and you really want it to end, you say Red, I will instantly stop and we might continue whenever you’re up for it again. If you find something uncomfortable, but can continue, you say Orange. If you’re in pain, but don’t mind it, you can say Green. You’ll find that the only times you have to use Orange or Green is if I ask you how you are. The most important thing to remember is Red, so if you don’t understand what classifies as Orange or Green yet then you will later.” Harry was thankful he was allowed to stop if it became too much for him, and instantly felt calmer about what Pansy would do.
“Now, fold your hands behind your back.” Harry obeyed, then waited as she walked over to a box and pulled out ropes. She tied his arms, not too tight, but enough so he couldn’t free himself. “Get down on your knees.” His body reacted to her words, his cock stirring between his legs. She returned to the box, pulling out something which looked like a ball on a leather string. “Open wide,” she said before pushing the ball into his mouth, fastening the straps behind his head. “What I like with this little toy is that it keeps you from screaming, and it will also make you drool, something I quite enjoy seeing.” It was strange having a ball in his mouth, and at the same time it turned him on even more.
She disappeared again, returning a few seconds later with a leather whip. Harry wondered again he he’d made the right decision, if he maybe wasn’t ready for someone like Pansy. “I’m going to discipline you, and you are going to count each lash, is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy, and if you behave I’ll give you a treat after I’m done.” Harry’s cock twitched slightly as he thought about the treat, wondering what it would be.
She moved next to him, doing nothing a few seconds. Harry waited, and waited, and as he was beginning to wonder if she would ever do it, the whip struck him on his left ass cheek. It stung as he instinctively tried to turn away, then he recalled the task Pansy gave him. Speaking with the gag was hard, but Pansy still understood an praised him, and that was how his night started.
Pansy kept whipping his ass, giving him enough time to count as well as get used to the burning sensation. Several times he wanted to call out Red, but then she spoke, praising him, and he kept his mouth shut.
“Such a good boy,” she whispered into his ear, biting her way down his neck. Harry groaned as he bit into the ball, both loving and hating the pain at the same time. “And look at the mess you’ve made,” she smiled as she ran a finger along his wet chin. “I do hope you want to stay, because if you’re this adorable during your first experience, then I can’t wait to see you later when I really get to play with you.” Harry moaned, knowing that no matter what she did, he would return.
“Do you think you’ve been good?” she asked him, her face near his.
“Yes, Mistress,” Harry tried to say, hoping she understood his muffled words.
Her fingers wrapped around his leaking cock, which stayed almost completely hard throughout the whipping. He groaned and rolled his hips as his arms began to ache from being in the same position for a long time. She smiled, then kissed him once before giving him the best hand job he’d ever had. “Don’t come unless I give you permission.”
“Yes Mistress,” he said, finding it hard to breathe with the ball in his mouth.
He didn’t know how long she teased and played with him, only that by the time she gave him permission to come his whole body was trembling. “You want to come?”
“Yes, Mis- ah, Mistress.”
“Then come.” At that moment the two words were the best words in the world. He experienced one of the biggest and hardest orgasms of his life, his legs trembled beneath him, his vision failing him a few seconds, leaving him a mess which could only moan or gasp as his body returned to its normal state.
He was so far gone that he wasn’t sure when she released his arms, giving him the opportunity to finally move again. “I want you to get dressed and return to your bed, don’t tell anyone what you’ve been doing.” Harry wouldn’t dream of telling, not only would he expose Pansy, and her special interest, but it would make everyone aware of his sick and twisted interest.
“Do you want this to happen again?” she asked as she removed the ball. His jaw ached, but he ignore it as he admitted he wanted to go again. “Good, then be a good boy and behave until I call on you.” It was the last thing she said before she left the room, leaving him naked, wet and dirty. He didn’t hate her as the way she treated him turned him on, making him beg for more.
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 1834 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:
Challenge: #5 - bondage
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.
Harry knew from the moment Hermione rushed past him, her hair tousled and her cheeks a dark pink, that something happened between herself and Ron that night. He asked Ron if she was well, smiling when he noticed Ron’s flushed face, and chocolate stained mouth.
“Yes, she’s well,” he replied, avoiding looking directly at Harry. He chose not to ask Ron any further, knowing that whatever happened it should stay between them.
His two best friends weren’t the only ones with sexual experiences, he as well had an amazing night the previous week, unfortunately it hadn’t happened again, and whenever he tried to catch her attention she didn’t seem to care. It was turning into a problem, he’d had a taste of sex, and wasn’t satisfied. Finding it difficult accepting it as a one-time thing, he tracked her moves on the Marauders map, planning to catch her when she was alone.
His chance came the next day, an hour before the curfew she was alone, roaming the halls. Grabbing his invisibility cloak he set out to catch her, determined to demand an explanation, and hoping the night would lead to something else entirely.
She was, as the map showed, completely alone. He removed his cloak and stepped out behind her. “Hi,” he said, startling her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, not sounding too pleased about his presence.
“I was looking for you, wanted to know why you’ve been avoiding me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Look, it was great, I’m sure you agree, but you’re not the type for me.”
“Then what is?” Harry refused to give up easily, he’d never met someone like her.
“Well, I like first time experiences, which we no longer have, and I like boys who aren’t afraid of trying new things, or who aren’t afraid in experimenting; and I’m sorry to say it, but you look like the boring type.”
Harry wouldn’t accept her rejection that easily, not when he’d just gotten a taste of her. “I can be experimental,” he said, not sure exactly what she was thinking of.
“Really? I’m not like most boring witches, I like to take control, to humiliate the boy, to make him my slave, to use him like a man would have, are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes,” Harry said, sounding less sure than before.
“Look at you, you can’t even admit to something without sounding like a complete virgin.” Harry knew he should have found her words hurtful, but instead his cock hardened at the thought of being humiliated, which was not something he’d experienced before. “Okay, here is the deal, beg, and I’ll try you out once. If you want more I’ll take you, but if you can’t take it you better find someone who aren’t even close to me.” A tiny voice told Harry it was a mistake, that he should turn around and leave because he wasn’t ready for someone like her. The voice was right, he wasn’t ready, but it was just as easy to try it out once like it was to wait.
Having never begged before he didn’t know exactly what to do. Remembering a scene from an old movie he decided to do something similar, dropping down to his knees and looking up at her. “Please, I want you to use me as you wish,” he said, surprised at how easy it was to be as submissive.
“Mistress,” she added, smiling at the sight.
“Mistress,” he said, ignoring the strangeness of the word.
“Fine, I guess it won’t hurt to test you out once.” His cock hardened even more as he wondered what she would do to him. “Get up, I’m going to take you to on a ride you’ll never forget.” Harry obeyed, following her as she walked down the hall, saying nothing before they reached a locked room in the dungeon.
“What’s in there?” he asked.
“You should know that speaking without permission is punishable, if you have anything to say you better ask for permission first, and don’t forget to say Mistress.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.” She smiled, making his heart do a backflip.
“Better. And this is the room I’ve sort of adopted. It used to be a storage, before I adopted it.” He didn’t know what to expect as she opened the doors, but he imagined far more than he saw. The room was mostly empty, there were a few candles by the walls which lit up as soon as they entered, casting a yellowish glow across a few simple furniture scattered around the room.
She closed and locked the doors behind them, then ordered him to strip. Harry almost regretted his decision, but then he did as she said and found his cock hardening even more. He didn’t know how much she wanted him to take off, but because she hadn’t told him to stop he figured he should just keep going. “Good,” she said once he was completely naked. Harry wanted to place his hands in front of his exposed cock, but he feared it was against her will, and because he didn’t want to anger her he kept his hands by his sides.
“I’m giving you one last chance to change your mind, what I’m planning today will hurt, but it won’t be the worst thing I’ll do to you if you decide to accept me.”
“I want it,” Harry said, glad he no longer sounded afraid.
“As you wish. Now, before we continue I’m going to tell you a few of the rules, as well as the safewords. I’m your Mistress, and can do whatever I want to you, but don’t fear, I’m not into permanent damage. If for some reason you find yourself in a lot of pain and you really want it to end, you say Red, I will instantly stop and we might continue whenever you’re up for it again. If you find something uncomfortable, but can continue, you say Orange. If you’re in pain, but don’t mind it, you can say Green. You’ll find that the only times you have to use Orange or Green is if I ask you how you are. The most important thing to remember is Red, so if you don’t understand what classifies as Orange or Green yet then you will later.” Harry was thankful he was allowed to stop if it became too much for him, and instantly felt calmer about what Pansy would do.
“Now, fold your hands behind your back.” Harry obeyed, then waited as she walked over to a box and pulled out ropes. She tied his arms, not too tight, but enough so he couldn’t free himself. “Get down on your knees.” His body reacted to her words, his cock stirring between his legs. She returned to the box, pulling out something which looked like a ball on a leather string. “Open wide,” she said before pushing the ball into his mouth, fastening the straps behind his head. “What I like with this little toy is that it keeps you from screaming, and it will also make you drool, something I quite enjoy seeing.” It was strange having a ball in his mouth, and at the same time it turned him on even more.
She disappeared again, returning a few seconds later with a leather whip. Harry wondered again he he’d made the right decision, if he maybe wasn’t ready for someone like Pansy. “I’m going to discipline you, and you are going to count each lash, is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy, and if you behave I’ll give you a treat after I’m done.” Harry’s cock twitched slightly as he thought about the treat, wondering what it would be.
She moved next to him, doing nothing a few seconds. Harry waited, and waited, and as he was beginning to wonder if she would ever do it, the whip struck him on his left ass cheek. It stung as he instinctively tried to turn away, then he recalled the task Pansy gave him. Speaking with the gag was hard, but Pansy still understood an praised him, and that was how his night started.
Pansy kept whipping his ass, giving him enough time to count as well as get used to the burning sensation. Several times he wanted to call out Red, but then she spoke, praising him, and he kept his mouth shut.
“Such a good boy,” she whispered into his ear, biting her way down his neck. Harry groaned as he bit into the ball, both loving and hating the pain at the same time. “And look at the mess you’ve made,” she smiled as she ran a finger along his wet chin. “I do hope you want to stay, because if you’re this adorable during your first experience, then I can’t wait to see you later when I really get to play with you.” Harry moaned, knowing that no matter what she did, he would return.
“Do you think you’ve been good?” she asked him, her face near his.
“Yes, Mistress,” Harry tried to say, hoping she understood his muffled words.
Her fingers wrapped around his leaking cock, which stayed almost completely hard throughout the whipping. He groaned and rolled his hips as his arms began to ache from being in the same position for a long time. She smiled, then kissed him once before giving him the best hand job he’d ever had. “Don’t come unless I give you permission.”
“Yes Mistress,” he said, finding it hard to breathe with the ball in his mouth.
He didn’t know how long she teased and played with him, only that by the time she gave him permission to come his whole body was trembling. “You want to come?”
“Yes, Mis- ah, Mistress.”
“Then come.” At that moment the two words were the best words in the world. He experienced one of the biggest and hardest orgasms of his life, his legs trembled beneath him, his vision failing him a few seconds, leaving him a mess which could only moan or gasp as his body returned to its normal state.
He was so far gone that he wasn’t sure when she released his arms, giving him the opportunity to finally move again. “I want you to get dressed and return to your bed, don’t tell anyone what you’ve been doing.” Harry wouldn’t dream of telling, not only would he expose Pansy, and her special interest, but it would make everyone aware of his sick and twisted interest.
“Do you want this to happen again?” she asked as she removed the ball. His jaw ached, but he ignore it as he admitted he wanted to go again. “Good, then be a good boy and behave until I call on you.” It was the last thing she said before she left the room, leaving him naked, wet and dirty. He didn’t hate her as the way she treated him turned him on, making him beg for more.
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