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Bound for Greatness	By : albe-chan Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned that belong to J.K. Rowling, and I am making no money from this. Any similarities with real life are purely coincidental.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter 2
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Scorpius Malfoy sighed and frowned as he sipped his whiskey masquerading, with the aid of a lemon sliver on the rim of his cup, as an iced tea. He hated these kinds of events, which he seemed to wind up attending more and more frequently of late, and he wondered for the dozenth time why he'd even bothered. Certainly weddings, of all things, were not his deal. Except that, invariably, at every wedding he'd ever attended there was an abundance of young, single women, drunk on too much champagne and the shared euphoria of one of their own tying a man down. For the most part, Scorpius just felt bad for the groom. All this pomp and circumstance, and grossly inflated expense, just to fuck the same woman for the rest of your life? No thanks. Not that he didn't doubt most grooms, and a good number of brides too, would be unfaithful. Statistics were statistics after all.
His dark grey eyes scanned the room, on the prowl for a reasonably attractive female, but there wasn't much of interest at this wedding. And he knew better than to bring home a young Weasley girl. Been there, done that, learned his goddamn lesson. The rest, non-Weasleys, or at least the sort who lacked the ginger hair and freckles associated with being one, weren't very appealing on the whole. The only beddable females present were clearly already taken, and Scorpius no longer found pleasure poaching another's date. He took a long drink and started for the exit. He'd made his token appearance as requested, brought a lovely pair of crystal champagne flutes for the bride and groom, while wondering who would get them in the divorce settlement in five years or so, and now he would get the hell outta Dodge.
"Sneaking out already?" asked a familiar voice from behind him, and he turned, smirking, to face his best friend in the entire world, and for most of his thirty-two years.
"Not sneaking, Potter, but leaving, yes." Scorpius looked with interest at his friend's date. She was tall for a woman, as tall as the dark-haired man in her four-inch stilettos, with dark red hair piled artlessly atop her head, a decidedly pretty face, and in possession of a lingerie-model's body wrapped in a little black dress that showed off her perfect figure. Her best feature by far, though, had to be the tawny hazel, almond-shaped eyes that roved over him. They were a tempting mix of green and gold-flecked brown and definitely appraising as they met his gaze once more. Too bad Albus had gotten her first; she was a damn sight better looking than any other broad at this wedding. But when Scorpius looked back at his friend, the dark-haired, green-eyed man looked distinctly displeased that she was standing at his elbow. "Who's your friend, Al?" he drawled, glancing back at the young woman. Her red-painted mouth turned down at the corners as she drained her champagne, putting the empty glass on a table.
"This is-" Albus began, but the redhead cut him off.
"I'm not his friend. And I don't want to be here." She tilted her head slightly, looking at him speculatively.
"This is the daughter of my father's new wife," Albus said flatly, slanting a filthy look at the redhead, who rolled her entrancing eyes.
"Your step sister?" Scorpius asked, smirking as Albus's dark brows drew sharply together.
"No," they said in unison. Scorpius couldn't resist grinning. "Are you actually leaving?" the redhead asked. "'Cause if you are, I could really use a ride."
"Yeah right!" Albus scoffed. "It's James's wedding, you're not going anywhere. And I sure as hell am not listening to your mother bitching if you leave. I listen to her bitch about enough of your shit already, Lily."
"Well, my mom can pretty much fuck off. I'm an adult," the redhead snapped back. "Don't wanna listen to her bitching? Tell her to shut it. And y'know what? All you Potters can fuck off. I'm out." She turned, back straight, chin up, and marched toward the the doors of the reception venue.
"I'll make sure she gets home," Scorpius said quietly to Albus, who looked like he was in the mood to throttle someone to death, his green eyes blazing murderously. The dark haired man nodded, turning away, probably to face the redhead's mother and her bitchy wrath. The blond had heard, of course, about his best friend's newest relations, had met Harry Potter's new wife very briefly in passing once at their wedding, but he'd only heard about the daughter. Albus had described her as a spoiled brat and total bitch, who had a habit of doing everything contrary to her mother and stepfather's wishes. Albus hadn't mentioned, of course, the bratty bitch was also a hot tamale.
He caught up to her just as she was exiting the lobby. "Where do you need a ride to?" he asked politely as she sucked in a deep breath in the balmy, July night.
The redhead snorted. "Anywhere but here. I don't care at this point," she sighed. Scorpius arched a brow but didn't comment, gesturing her to follow as he made his way to his car, beeped it unlocked, and slid behind the wheel. She slunk into the passenger's side, her little black dress riding up on her creamy thighs ever so slightly as he started the car. It purred to life and he put them in gear.
"Do you want me to take you home?" he asked, glancing over at her. Green-gold eyes roved down over his black silk suit and shirt and he hoped she would infer the double entendre in his words.
"With you?" she clarified, that red mouth quirking to the side a little, then up into a coy smile. Her arms lifted and she began unpinning her hair. "Sure," she said at last, even as the top of her dress slid down, revealing a few more millimeters of delicious cleavage. "You look like you could probably keep up."
"Keep up?" he repeated, arching a brow as he pulled into light nighttime traffic.
"You're probably old like Albus, right?" She smirked. "From what I understand, after twenty five it's all downhill for most men." She tilted her head and looked at him. "No offence," she added blandly.
Scorpius smirked back. "By that same reasoning, and scientific evidence, I'd be better off taking your mom home with me, then, wouldn't I? Don't most women reach their sexual prime around forty?"
The redhead laughed, shook out her long mane of deep crimson waves, put her bobby pins in her little clutch purse and then leaned over the center console, into his personal bubble. Her mouth brushed against his ear as she murmured, "Yeah, but my pussy is probably tighter."
She sat back, looking amused, and Scorpius felt a deep stirring of arousal, his cock twitching to life. He reached over and tugged the top of her dress down, almost baring her firm, pert breasts completely, ascertaining she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. "I'm willing to bet her tits aren't quite so perky, either."
She cast him a wicked smirk. "They might be, but mine are all real." She reached for the hand on the shifter and put it over one firm, supple breast. "See?"
Scorpius grunted softly, his thumb dipping under the black fabric of her dress, dragging across a hard nipple. "You're kind of a slut," he murmured, looking at her as they pulled up to a red light.
"You don't seem to mind."
"Not in the slightest." A horrible thought suddenly occurred to him. "Unless you're not legal. Then I mind." He pulled his hand back from her as the light changed.
She licked those bright red lips deliberately, then reached over and put a hand on his thigh, very close to his half-hard cock. "That's almost sweet," she said, then her hand slid over his prick, which jumped to attention as she stroked ever so gently. "Don't worry, I won't let you go to jail."
Her eyes glittered, when he looked back at her, and he flicked a barely concealed nipple that strained against its prison inside her dress. "Make that a naughty slut," he amended in a rumble.
"Guilty," she replied, and with one last squeeze, released him.
"Good." He waited for another light, then turned left and then right into an underground parking garage for a fancy condo building, parking neatly in his allocated space, right by the elevator. "Now I won't feel a single ounce of guilt for punishing you." They got out of the car and he waved her ahead of himself into the elevator, taking a long, appreciative look at her ass, which looked succulent. He punched the button for the penthouse, the doors closed silently and they began to rise. Unable to resist a moment longer, Scorpius tugged the top of her dress down all the way, revealing her full, delicious, gravity-defying breasts. They were the perfect size and shape for his hands and mouth, topped with delicate rosy nipples that all but begged to be taken between his teeth. Fucking hell.
"Do you like what you see?" the redhead asked softly, looking up at him coquettishly from under her lashes as she leaned against the mirrored wall of the elevator.
"Yes." He covered her again, trying to resist temptation and fuck her right here in this elevator, even though the large portion of his brain connected directly to his prick all but demanded he strip her naked entirely right now and get busy.
She affected a pout. "That's no fun."
He merely smirked. They got to the top floor and the elevator dinged, but the doors didn't open until Scorpius key-fobbed his way out. They stepped into a very modern foyer of sorts, with one door leading into his condo, the other to the stairs. He unlocked and opened the door into his condo, and stepped back as though to grant her entry first. She made to precede him in, but he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her long, lithe form against him from chest to knees. With his other hand, he tugged the top of her dress down again then cupped one naked breast firmly, drawing his thumb back and forth over her nipple until it beaded and her breathing hitched, eyes dilating hungrily. "The question is," he rumbled, "how badly do you want to be punished?"
The redhead lifted onto her toes, arching into him, and Scorpius grabbed her tight, round ass with both hands, holding her against him. "Kind of really badly," she breathed, and then kissed him, tongue pushing into his mouth. He allowed her dominance for a brief moment then broke the kiss.
"Inside," he rumbled, releasing her, and, as a test of sorts for his own wicked pleasure, as she turned to go in, he spanked her not too hard on the ass. She jumped a little in surprise, but grinned over her shoulder at him. Fuck yes!
Scorpius locked the door behind them, and the redhead turned to face him, eyes on her shoes. "I should tell you," she murmured then met his eyes, "I don't really ever do this. Just go home with strangers, that is. Especially when they're Tweedle-Dum's friends."
He arched a brow. "I should hope not. I'm not fond of sloppy seconds." Her lovely eyes narrowed for a beat but then she smirked as though at some private joke.
"Well, no worries there. By the way, what's your name? I would hate to shout the wrong one by mistake in the heat of the moment should we ever actually get around to fucking." Scorpius merely hooked a finger into the bunched up top of her little black dress and tugged it all the way down, over her hips, until it puddled around her feet. Her cheeks went pink as he regarded her, in naught but a scrap of black lace he supposed were meant to pass as panties and her strappy stilettos. Scorpius took her by the hand and lead her back to the master bedroom. He was sorely tempted to take her the other way, toward the second bedroom across the penthouse, but he didn't want to overload the little minx. Not yet any rate.
When they stood beside his bed, he released her hand, watching her swallow, not meeting his eyes, all nerves. He cupped her breasts, testing the weight and almost smiled as her breathing hitched when he tugged at her nipples. "You may call me Scorpius," he said, then tugged her nipples again, a little rougher. "Though I would prefer Master," he added and released her.
She licked her lips. "That's pretty kinky," she murmured, swallowing again. One of his fingers teased the top of her panties, dipping under the lacy edge. She sucked in a breath.
"You're nervous," he said. Scorpius could see the pulse thudding in her neck, the shallow rise and fall of her chest. He tugged at her panties and her cheeks went a little more pink. Another horrendous though occurred to him. "You're not a virgin, are you?" He froze and her blazing gaze met his, brows drawn together.
"No." Her red mouth quirked sarcastically into a wry smile. "Disappointed?" she drawled, some of her boldness returning with that condescending smile.
Somehow Scorpius indeed felt a stab of disappointment at her admission, and a foolish, misplaced anger that he wouldn't be the first to sample her charms, taste her, and bring her to a screaming climax. Then he shook his head. He didn't need, or want, a virgin brimming with uncertain trepidation and emotional clinginess. Even if he still felt disappointed. "No. That makes what I have in mind for you much more enjoyable." Scorpius moved into her personal space, her head tilting back to maintain eye contact. Even in her heels, he had a few inches on her.
"What do you have in mind?" she breathed. He grasped her wrists gently and brought them behind her back, then toward him slightly. Her sweet, pert breasts pressed against his shirt and chest, her red lips parting invitingly.
"I would much rather show than tell." Scorpius covered her mouth with his own, kissing her gently for a long moment, then plunged his tongue into her mouth, taking greedy first impressions and easily dominating the kiss. She tasted like champagne and chocolate. His kiss grew hungrier and he released her wrists, reaching for her ass with both hands, grabbing a firm, taught buttock in each palm and squeezing. The redhead's arms looped around his neck as he spread her and brought the damp heat between her legs directly against the rock hard line of his cock in his trousers. In the next moment he lifted her off her feet against him and then set her down on the raised bed, breaking the kiss. "Are your shoes uncomfortable?" he rasped as she sank back onto her elbows.
"No, why?" she breathed. Scorpius grinned, then hooked his fingers around the line of black lace across her hips and, as she lifted her pelvis, slid her negligible panties down in one smooth motion, catching a peek of glistening pink between her thighs
"Because," he said, taking a moment to enjoy the view and soak in the knowledge her red hair was all natural and she favoured partial-Brazilian waxes, then began unbuttoning his shirt, "I want those heels pointed at the ceiling when I fuck you." She licked her lips, eyes dropping to his hands, watching the progression of buttons coming undone, and then he slipped off his jacket and pulled off his shirt and tossed them aside, letting her look her fill at him. Her tawny hazel eyes widened as they devoured him. Scorpius worked out five days a week, and he knew he looked good, but it fired his arousal to see her admiring him so blatantly. Her gaze dropped to his belt and he undid it with no intentions of taking off his pants yet. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," she moaned. He nudged her knees apart and moved between them. "I want you to fuck me."
"Scoot up a little, darling," he murmured and as she did, he spread her legs a little wider. His mouth skimmed up the inside of her thigh. She lost her breath and he received a soft little moan from deep in her throat as his tongue ghosted over her wetness. He reached up, rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger deliberately. She moaned louder. "You're very responsive," he murmured against her.
"Sensitive," she breathed, eyelids fluttering.
"No, I want you to watch me," he rumbled. Pearly whites sank into that lush lower lip and Scorpius had to fight to the urge to move up and bite it himself as she released it. Instead he parted her dripping folds with his tongue, holding her hips to steady her as she bucked and whimpered. God, she might as well be a virgin. He repeated the motion, and again she jolted up as though she'd been hit with fifty thousand volts. "Very sensitive," he murmured. His cock was painfully hard and aching to be inside her.
"Sorry," she murmured almost so low that he didn't hear her, and when he licked her again he frowned as she tried to contain herself, still moaning though.
"No, I like it. Don't hold back, darling." Gentle pressure behind her knees brought her legs up and his fingers brushed from her ankles up her calves, head turning to lick her Achilles tendon. She writhed, biting that lower lip again, and he grazed his teeth up the inside of her thigh. Her eyelids fluttered but she kept them open. "I want to hear when you like something." His mouth hovered over her and she whimpered in anticipation. "Or if you don't."
"I don't like how long you're drawing this out," she groaned, writhing some more and looking down at him.
"The anticipation is what makes it better, darling." His tongue swirled around her clitoris and she arched spectacularly, right into his mouth, heels digging in. Her fingers clenched the sheet and she gave a loud, incoherent shout of approval. He teased the sensitive nub with his teeth, enjoying the way she reacted, crying out as though she'd never had anything so pleasurable in her whole life. Christ. "Do you want to come?" he rumbled, dark grey eyes flicking up to her, then subjected her to a moment of agonizing bliss as he moved his tongue back and forth over her clit unceasingly until she was crying out, hands fisting in his hair.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "It's, ah, ah, it's so, ah! Oh fuck!" She was close, her hips almost completely lifting off the mattress, her body begging for release.
"Come for me," he demanded, and suckled that sweet bundle of nerves and watched her unravel, crying out his name, losing herself with her entire being. It was as though she held nothing back. He tongued her through her orgasm, drawing out the sweet agony as long as possible, then reached into the night table drawer and shucked his pants and boxer briefs in one fell swoop, putting on the condom with indecent haste. When she looked at him, he was pressing against her entrance.
"I don't think I can-"
"You can," he breathed, sliding into her slowly, oh so slowly, praying for control. And dear fucking God, she was so tight. He pushed in faster. She moaned softly and wriggled, then her hands came around his waist, slid over his ass and she pushed him into her as she lifted herself to him, and Scorpius had to grit his teeth hard, trying to maintain control. "Fuck, you will," he growled.
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh God, yes."
He pulled back, her tight wet heat clinging, trying to keep him within. She arched as he pushed back into her. "I can't wait," he rumbled, and although he wanted to fuck her slow and build up to it, he couldn't take it. Jesus fucking Christ. She was too much, and all he wanted was to own her as none had before.
"Don't wait," she breathed, and he groaned, pulling back and slamming into her, rising from his elbows to his hands, watching her as he fucked her, "Oh God yes, yes, yes!"
Scorpius wanted to see her coming, again, but he didn't know if he could wait. He pushed harder, pounded her faster, desperate for release as he thrust into her with furious abandon. And just when he felt the inexorable pull toward orgasm, she screamed out beneath him, and he was lost as she clenched him, milking him as he cried out with her.
Lily tried to focus on breathing. The rest she could deal with later. But breathing was not in good shape. She sucked in air as though it would soon disappear, and slowly her heart dropped from the red zone. She'd never felt anything like that. It was…
The redhead snapped herself out of her dazed musings, sitting up abruptly. She focused again on her breathing, and when she felt mostly back to normal, she swung her legs out of bed. That was fun, but she couldn't do this. She had already felt herself getting attached in those blissful moments after two mind-shattering, earth-shaking orgasms. Lily got up out of bed, finger-combing her hair, grabbing her panties. "Where are you going?" her blond lover demanded.
She didn't look round. "I'd like to go home now." Her lovely hazel eyes, flecked so heavily with gold, slanted back to him after a moment, still naked in bed. He said his name was Scorpius. "No offence, you were great and all, but I don't sleep over."
Scorpius sat up, face unreadable, grey eyes watching her every movement as she pulled her panties back on. "And how will you get home?" he asked.
She forced a shrug. "Dunno. Call a cab, I suppose." She flashed the sexy blond a grin. "Thanks for everything," she said, at a complete blank as to what the appropriate farewell was.
Lily, honestly, didn't ever do this. In fact, she hadn't exactly meant to this time either. She'd spoken without thought in the car, taken the teasing too far, but she couldn't deny she'd been physically attracted to the tall and painfully handsome blond from the moment she looked at him. She blamed it all on James Potter for having free champagne at the wedding, the three glasses she'd had loosening her tongue and melting her inhibitions.
Sure, she did her share of dating, but rarely did anything go beyond a first date, and although she had no qualms using her feminine assets on the males of the species, taking advantage of their distraction in her looks and body to get whatever she might want, like a free dipping sauce with her pizza or a discount on shoes that weren't part of a sale, she didn't sleep around. And as for an actual relationship? The redhead had decided she pretty much wasn't interested. Lily hadn't lied, exactly, when she'd assured Scorpius she wasn't a virgin, but neither was she the experienced coquette she made herself out to be. In fact, this was the very first sexual experience she'd had, other than some flirting and kissing and touching, where choice had been an option.
When she was just a few months shy of her eighteenth birthday, just before high school graduation, she'd gone with some friends, who probably weren't the best influence on her during that period of her life, to a college party. It had been an awful idea, as she and her friends had been plied with far too much liquor by several much older guys. The last thing Lily remembered about that night was passing out on someone's couch. When she came to the next morning she'd been in bed, naked, with two guys she didn't remember and her clothes had been in a heap on the floor. There had been blood and something sticky that had dried on her inner thighs and a godawful ache between her legs to go with a spectacular hangover.
She'd done the only thing she could think to do at the time, and had quickly gotten dressed, taken a fifty-five dollar cab ride home, stopping at a pharmacy for the morning after Plan B pill, and never spoke of the incident ever again, to anyone. The three years since then, she'd done her very best to avoid any and all male bedrooms. Until now.
Lily went into the living room, swallowing past her nerves and slight embarrassment at still being naked but for her shoes and panties, and quickly slipped her discarded dress back on. A horrible feeling of deja-vu filled her, standing naked again, getting dressed in a strange room, but she squashed it. This was so not like that time. She'd chosen this, participated consciously and willingly, and enjoyed it. Loudly. Twice. But no matter, the feeling of shameful embarrassment welled along with the painful memories.
"It's late. You should stay."
Lily picked up her little clutch from the couch. "No thanks," she said firmly. Swallowing again, trying to stay off the road that lead to tears of self pity, she opened her little bag and pulled out her cellphone. There was the sound of bare feet padding across the dark hardwood and a warm hand closed gently around her wrist.
"I'll make it worth your while," the blond breathed. His deep voice and warm breath against her ear made her shiver. She felt the light press of him against her from behind and his hand slid up her arm temptingly.
"I don't want-" she breathed, his warm hand covering her exposed shoulder, then it moved down, covering her breast.
"Yes you do," he replied. Lily gulped because it was true. She wanted to curl up with, and into, this blond, tanned, super-hunk sex-god and bury her face in his chest to push away the bad memories. His talented fingers pebbled her nipple, a deep stirring of arousal flaring in her belly yet again. He took her cellphone and clutch from her limp grasp. "I promise you won't regret it, Lily," he murmured.
Her resolve was crumbling as she shook her head wordlessly, trying with little success to convince herself this was a bad idea. She could not betray weakness. His lips moved down the side of her neck. "Scorpius," she half-whimpered, even as she started thinking about how it was a decidedly good idea to get naked with him again.
"Yes, darling," he rumbled. Lily licked her lips.
"I don't sleep over," she repeated. His hand smoothed down her belly, pressing her more firmly against the solid warmth of him.
"Who said anything about sleeping?" he murmured, "Don't say no, Lily." She sucked in a breath, his prowess decimating the last of her reserves, and turned to face him.
"Okay," she breathed, and then his mouth covered hers, tongue sweeping past her lips into her mouth, tangling with her own. Lily melted against his broad, golden chest, groaning, and told herself firmly that one night, one measly little night, wouldn't mean she automatically lost her independence. Or somehow change her mind about the futility of romantic involvements. She would still be the same person, surely.
"Take this off," Scorpius growled, breaking the kiss, tugging at her little black dress again. She quickly slipped out of it, shucking her panties and shoes as well, and Scorpius kissed her again, touching her everywhere at once. Her arousal shot back up into the stratosphere like a rocket, and she felt that Scorpius was still definitely aroused as he lifted her against himself, easily carrying her back to his bedroom as her longs legs wrapped around him.
His long, powerful body covered hers as he laid her back, tongue in her mouth, and reached for the nightstand drawer. There was a soft metallic clinking sound and something coolly metal was placed between her breasts as he broke away. Lily looked down, heart pounding, and a hot jolt of liquid desire shot through her as she realized they were handcuffs. Scorpius was looking at her even as he lazily laved a nipple, hardening the little peak decadently. "Are these for me or you?" Lily asked throatily.
"For you to wear and me to enjoy," he replied then grazed his teeth across her other nipple. "If you want."
"Do you want?" she asked dazedly, half forgetting what they were talking about as he suckled the nub of flesh into his mouth, its twin now being rolled between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned and wriggled.
"Intensely," he growled. "But I won't force you." He pulled away and looked down at her very seriously. "You hold the power, darling. And even if you should say yes now, I won't be upset if you later change your mind."
He was essentially asking her to put her trust in him, trust that he would comply if she said to stop. It went against her natural instinct to put her trust in others, especially men, moreso romantically speaking. And yet, Lily hadn't felt anything with him other than completely at ease and actually safe, and very horny, since she'd gotten into his car. She could feel herself blushing a little, thinking about having those handcuffs on, and tried not to read too much into the desire to have him use them on her. It was almost embarrassing how enticingly erotic the thought of being bound and completely at his mercy was. It sent a thrill of wicked carnal delight shivering through her nervous system that only enhanced her arousal.
"So my naughty girl," he rumbled, drawing a finger down her throat. Lily wondered if he could feel the rapid thudding of her heartbeat. "What's it to be?" From his expression there was no indication he cared either way what her answer would be, but she could feel his body tensed in anticipation over her.
Lily wet her dry lips. "Put them on," she whispered huskily, lifting her arms over her head.
"Excellent choice," he rumbled and reached for the shiny silver handcuffs. "I have a feeling you're going to enjoy this," he murmured. "Maybe even more than I will." He pushed up, away from her, and lifted the cuffs from her chest, gently clicking one of the bracelets around her wrist, pulled the other cuff through a slat in the headboard and closed it around her other wrist. She took a deep breath as he looked down at her. "You have no idea how sexy that is," he said in a deep, ragged voice. Her gaze dropped to his erection.
"I may have an idea," she murmured, grinning a little. She was feeling pretty sexy under his intense scrutiny. The redhead arched, wriggling and testing the feel of the cuffs against her flesh. "So now that you have me, what are you going to do to me...Master?" His eyes darkened.
"Everything," he growled, then kissed her. "Everything and anything I can think of to make you scream."
Lily felt the molten tide of pleasure crashing through her, turning her brain to mush. "Please," she gasped, wriggling some more and moaned as his fingers caressed her dripping slit, just barely dipping in to test her wetness.
"Please what?" he rumbled, still teasing her, then flicked her clit. She moaned and arched.
"Please, more," she breathed. He stroked her clit harder. "Ah!"
"Wrong answer," he said, smirking, and pulled his fingers away. He put them to her mouth and she opened automatically, tasting herself. "Try again," he said, drawing his fingers back. He toyed with her nipples and she tugged at the cuffs.
"Please" she huffed, her arousal climbing higher as he tugged on her nipples purposefully now. "Ooh, please, fuck me," she moaned.
"Wrong again, naughty girl. One more guess." He moved down her body, kissing and nibbling her neck and breasts, sucking at her nipples teasingly. She whimpered in frustration but couldn't deny she was unbearably aroused. "Would you like a hint?" he rumbled, and she felt his prick rubbing against her slick folds. His hand dipped into the night table drawer again and withdrew a condom.
"Yes," she hissed through gritted teeth, impatient for him to be inside her again.
A sinful smirk curved his lips upward and Lily was tugging at the cuffs, half crazed with wanting and needing. His prick, hard and oh so close, tempted and teased as it slid against her once more. "It was the option I'd hoped you would pick when you asked my name."
She groaned, arching as he sat back and rolled the condom down his impressive length. She licked her lips as he poised himself at her entrance, his movements calm and deliberate. She envied him his control. Her tongue wet her lips again and she hesitated, biting her lower one. Could she do it? Could she beg him like that? Did she want to? She only had an answer for the last question.
His hands glided up her splayed thighs. "Tell me, Lily," he said firmly.
"Please…" She pulled at the cuffs again, perfectly helpless, hot and horny and aching for fulfilment. "Please, Master." The words came out as a barely audible whimper. He sank into her, to the hilt, but all too soon he pulled back again, almost completely out.
"Again," he demanded.
Lily moaned, pride completely gone, and panted with need. "Please, Master," she said again, the bliss coiling tightly within her as he thrust home again. "Yes, yes!" He moved faster now, in and out, in and out, setting a punishing rhythm.
"Again my naughty girl," he growled, moving impossibly faster.
"Please, please..." Lily was almost incoherent with pleasure. The crescendo was building perfectly, close now, so close, so, so close! "Please, Master!"
"Come for me," he ground out, pummelling her and Lily felt the wave of purest bliss cresting perfectly, her world teetering on the brink of nirvana.
"Yes, Scorpius!" she cried, meeting his almost black eyes and heard, as though from very far away, him grunting her name. And then she was lost to the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced in her admittedly limited history. It razed her completely, that all-consuming pleasure, as his body took ownership of her own.
It could have been moments or days later, Lily wasn't entirely sure, but she was aware of a faint clicking noise, and felt her arms being drawn down. Her eyes fluttered open, unable to move more than to suck in lungfuls of grateful oxygen. "Wow," she breathed when she trusted her voice enough to speak.
Her blond lover smirked at her, his dark grey eyes heavy lidded. "I told you," he said smugly. Lily had to stifle a yawn.
"Mmm," she agreed. She tried to keep her suddenly very heavy eyelids open. "I should go now," she mumbled.
"In a minute, darling," he said, and brushed her hair from her face tenderly. Her eyelids fluttered shut despite her best efforts.
"Don't let me sleep, I have to go home," she said through another yawn. "It won't be worth the lecture if I don't," she mumbled to herself.
"Just close your eyes," his deep voice said against her ear. Lily was pretty sure her eyes were already closed.
"Only for a second," she breathed.
Scorpius could tell the precise moment her brain disengaged and she succumbed to sleep, her breathing evening out, mouth parted ever so slightly. The next moment he slipped from his bed, looking down at her naked form. She was exquisitely lovely still, even with her lipstick gone and her eye makeup smudged. He had to exert a decent amount of willpower to temper the urge to touch her again, everywhere.
The blond man hadn't been with a woman like Lily in a long while, and he tried not to read too much into her willingness to be shackled to his bed after only a very minor resistance. It was damn difficult. And then she'd called him Master, without even being prompted, once he'd had her restrained and at his mercy. Jesus fucking Christ! Handcuffs were one thing, but that had been something else entirely. And much harder to resist reading into.
Just thinking about it, those lovely eyes locked to his while she was cuffed to the fucking headboard, her pretty little mouth addressing him like a proper submissive, was enough to have his arousal stirring again. Shit! He could already picture her in his dungeon, restrained, begging him for release. Fuck!
Scorpius looked back at her sleeping form. She looked so innocently young while she slept, her face relaxed, long lashes brushing her cheeks. He wondered if she could possibly be open to his particular brand of erotic enjoyment. God, I hope so. It had been far too long for his liking since he'd had a lover in that regard. Sure, he could go to the clubs downtown, and he had his fair share of available subs who wouldn't mind playing for a night, but where was the fun in that? He'd always distinctly preferred to have a submissive all to himself, a slut others might look upon but that only he was allowed to touch, and taste, and pleasure. Was Lily such a woman? God, he found himself sincerely hoping she was.
He realized he was pacing and stopped, raking a hand through his blond hair. There was only one way to know for certain. He smirked at that thought as he slipped back into bed with her, fitting himself around her sleeping form. He would simply have to wait patiently, and coax and encourage her, as far as she was willing of course, to become his own personal slut. Luckily, he'd always been determined, persistent, and persuasive. He liked to think it was what made him a good lawyer in his professional life.
Yes, if it could be done at all, he felt confident he he would keep Lily as his lover and submissive. He would teach her everything. Smiling to himself, he glanced at the handcuffs lying in the rumpled sheets beside her, and left them where they lay. Hopefully she'd see them when she awoke.
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