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Revenge	By : faithwood Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 20202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warning: This might be considered a sequel to Compromise, but as it has no plot one could follow, it doesn�t really matter. The reason this is separated is a certain list of kinks that might not be everyone�s cup of tea and Compromise was very tame. Please note that Harry is the one getting it here, in case that�s not your thing.
Revenge

He was squirming, pulling on the binds fruitlessly and she couldn't help herself, she smiled wickedly. He deserved this � she thought about her revenge the entire evening.

He was lying down on the bed, spread-eagled and naked, completely open to her gaze. It was quite the view � Harry Potter, bound and gagged, his wrists tied to the headboard, a thin leather strap between his lush mouth, his ankles in chains, knees bent � exposed and powerless. And hers.

Oh, he wasn't happy. Green eyes burned with emotion, but beneath the anger there was arousal and Ginny knew how far she could go.

She trailed her fingertips across his inner thighs, stopped before she reached his balls, moved her hand slowly to cup his arse cheek, and squeezed cruelly. He moaned though, whimpered even and Ginny felt a smile creeping back on her face. Her finger touched his entrance and his eyes widened, and he stilled in shock � she never touched him there before. She moved it slowly, just circling, nothing more. He was so still that he looked Petrified. His muscles were taut, body rigid � he was waiting to see if she dared to go further. She did.

He made the oddest sound as her finger penetrated him and she thought she'd quite like to hear it again. He watched her disbelievingly, after all, she used nothing to ease the way � it must have been uncomfortable. She pulled back and he looked ridiculously relieved, until she reached for a small vial in the night cabinet.

He started squirming again, almost frantic, his gaze almost pleading, but for what she wasn't sure.

"Shh," she soothed. "Don't worry, you'll like it. I promise."

He looked unconvinced and watched the vial in her hand almost fearfully. She opened it, slowly poured the oily liquid on her fingers, and put it back on the nightstand, his gaze never wavering from her now silky hand, not even to watch the bounce of her breasts as she moved.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed and she wrenched her eyes from that particularly lickable part of his neck to watch her finger slide back inside him. He made the same little moan she heard the first time she did this and she was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of power. She added another finger too fast, too soon, and he gasped and clenched around them trying to move away from her. She reached for his cock quickly and stroked it slowly, soothingly.

"Relax," she coaxed, but it helped just a little which was perhaps understandable considering there was a silver cock-ring on him that prevented his release. He had been hard and ready for a while now, so he just glared at her reproachfully, a grimace of pain on his face. She pushed in a little more and he yelped as best as he could around the leather, he surely expected her to pull out instead. But then her fingertips reached something within him and this time his gasp was one of pleasure. His hips lifted from the bed, his spine curved, the headboard squeaked, the chains rattled and Ginny was so amazed by this display she pulled back out and slammed back in without conscious thought and he repeated his actions, mumbling something that might have been her name.

He seemed unable to stop his hips from moving, impaling himself willingly on her fingers. This time, when she pulled out to add a third finger he looked disappointed not relieved. He still looked pained, though � he was rock hard and leaking, his eyes clenched shut, his cheeks red and his hair a mess and suddenly she couldn't take this anymore. She had to have him.

Her fingers left his body and he was about to protest until he saw the look in her eyes that had to have projected her arousal and her intent because he shuddered, but looked expectant.

She almost felt sorry for him when she took her last toy from the cabinet and started to spread oil over it. It was a pink-coloured dildo, rather on the smallish side, but the way he stared at it, one would think it was a battering ram. He didn't make a sound as she approached him with it in her hand and she took that as consent. She inserted it carefully, inch by inch. His teeth bit the leather in his mouth, and his thighs shuddered, but he took it all the way in, breathing heavily, panting, and moaning.

She tried to wait for him to adjust, but she was losing patience quickly, so she angled the toy until his pained gasps became moans and reached for her wand, not pausing to soothe his worried frown, but murmured a couple of words that made the dildo move on its own, in a steady slow rhythm. His eyes rolled back and she was pretty sure if not for the gag he'd be screaming.

She barely took a moment to appreciate the view of her husband being fucked by the pink phallus � his breath hitching with every stroke, his arse lifting of the bed, moving to take all of it in. She straddled him quickly and grasped his cock trying and failing to be gentle. She slid on him with ridicules ease � she had been ready for him for hours. He was huge and hot inside her and she moaned her approval, but the look he gave her was one of abject disbelief and she was somewhat impressed he could manage to be so lucid with her around him and a dildo moving within him. Feeling vaguely insulted, she opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, when she remembered ...

She forgot to take the cock-ring off.

Oh, well.

She began to move slowly, ignoring his protests, overwhelmed with the feeling of him inside her. He became frantic again, trashing and pulling the chains � their rattle, music to her ears. He tried to gasp out her name repeatedly and she thought he believed she was unaware of his plight.

Her hands moved to her breasts, to tease him further. She cupped them and squeezed, pulling on her nipples, moaning, overwhelmed with pleasure. He got louder after that and seemingly stronger and she was distantly worried he'd destroy the bed. But the chains were too strong, goblin made; he wouldn't free himself. His hips continued to move obediently, making her bounce a little, although she was sure he tried to stop in protest, but he was unable to change even the pace set by the moving toy that was fucking him.

She opened her eyes, unaware she closed them in the first place, and he looked relieved with eye contact. He tried to convey his misery to her and she thought she could hear the plea in his eyes, but she merely slowed down her movements, though it cost her every ounce of willpower she possessed and spoke, her voice scratchy, "I think you need," she paused, a moan tearing from her throat, pleasure building, making her body shake. "You need to exercise some patience." She smiled in face of his disbelief. "Maybe I should just finish here and ..." she shuddered, her breath hitching, "and leave you to wait some more?"

She managed just another Oh! before she was soaring high, her whole body tightening, mind-numbing pleasure making her pick up her pace, riding him as hard as she was able, until she couldn't take it anymore and she collapsed on top of him.

She steadied herself with her hands on his chest, trying to regain her breath. She looked up in content haze, breathing with difficulty and gasped, her haziness gone in an instant.

To say he looked furious would be an understatement.

His teeth were clenched, his face flushed, sweat emphasizing every muscle on his body, and his eyes burned with a mixture of rage, arousal and pain.

Her heart hammered frantically, his anger arousing her even as his pained expression made her feel guilty. She reached behind her to take the dildo out of him, but the thing was already out, twitching pathetically next to his thigh, the magic wearing off. She reached for her wand instead and vanished the cock-ring. His relief was evident, his anger undiminished.

Breathing shallowly, she braced herself for some sort of explosion and whispered Alohomora.

Locks clicked and chains fell to the ground and she barely had the time to draw a breath, when he took it from her, slamming her on the bed, miraculously still partially inside her.

He bent her double, her legs hooked on his elbows, and glaring down on her he slammed in her so hard she couldn't help but scream, more from shock then pain. She didn't even finish screaming before he did it again, the bed making a noise of protest, but he set his brutal pace and neither the bed or her had a say. She hardly cared because she couldn't even think, with her whole body on fire, and Harry seemingly everywhere. She felt trapped and helpless beneath him, the feeling only adding to her arousal, overflowing her senses.

She realized that all the whimpering moans were coming from her mouth, when he grabbed the back of her head and crushed her mouth with his, their teeth clashing, his tongue forcing his way through, licking and fucking her mouth greedily, sliding his tongue along hers and leaving her breathless. Her fingers treaded in his hair and she pulled him even closer, wanting to drown in the feel of him while he fucked her into the bed.

He lifted his mouth to breathe some air that seemed to have left the room, because Ginny felt like she was choking, dying, but it's not a bad death, she thought, as he shuddered above her and something clenched inside her, the wonderful feeling spreading through her body, keeping her in heaven and then slowly returning her to life.

***

He was lying heavy on top of her and she thought she might suffocate, so she grunted his name and pushed him on his shoulder. He rolled over on his back, half-conscious and she stretched out, feeling both numb and in pain.

She pondered whether she had enough energy to reach for her wand to levitate the sheets over them, after all, it was only a foot away, how hard could it be?

"That was mean."

She nearly jumped at the sound of his voice � she thought he was asleep.

She huffed, "What are you, ten?"

A hand smacked her thigh feebly and she laughed, "Oh, now you showed me!"

She turned to him, but he was looking at the small cabinet by the bed. "What else you have in there?" he asked worriedly.

She managed to flip herself on her stomach and found she could support the weight of her upper body on her elbows. "What, you want more?" she asked happily.

His head turned towards her so fast she was worried he'd hurt his neck. "No!" he gasped out, blushing somewhat.

Compensating for his flusteredness, he smacked her behind, harder this time. She squealed and giggled, and with a sudden burst of energy straddled him again, feeling just a little bit dizzy.

She looked at him carefully, there was no sign of anger in his expression, he looked content and well ... well-fucked.

"What's with the silly happy face?" he teased, smiling up at her, cocking his head.

She smirked.

"Harry Potter, you are so my bitch!"

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