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Bound for Greatness	By : albe-chan Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter 2
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Bound for Greatness
written by: albe-chan
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 any similarities with real life are purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (mentions of graphic sex, nudity, etc.), and violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!
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Lily woke just after sunrise, still in Scorpius's bed. He wasn't there and she was grateful. The redhead slipped out of the massive, raised bed and her gaze, attracted by something shiny, landed on the handcuffs still lying there, shining in a weak ray of dawn light. The whole of last night flashed through memory. Every single word she'd spoken, every action, or lack thereof, she'd taken. Jesus Christ, I must be fucking nuts. What in the hell had she been thinking!?
Her belongings were neatly piled on a low couch across the room and, feeling distinctly embarrassed, moved toward them, then spotted the note lying on top of her dress. The penmanship was neatly masculine, the paper thick and luxuriously expensive when she picked it up. She read the five words and her whole face went bright, boiling-lobster red. I couldn't find your panties.
Lily suppressed the hysterical urge to laugh. Oh God, someone shoot me now. Once she was dressed, Lily found a bathroom and grimaced at her reflection in the mirror. At least her frightening appearance was a distraction from the awareness she was utterly and completely nude underneath her suddenly way too short dress. The redhead quickly fixed her appearance, wiping off the last of her lipstick, cleaning up her ruined eye makeup as best she could, and told herself her hair had looked worse, which almost worked.
She put her shoes on, feeling a little better with the extra four inches of confidence, trying to ignore the memories associated with them. It was impossible. How did one simply forget wearing four inch stilettos while being pleasured thoroughly by a very attractive and talented blond man? Lily had no clue, because she sure as hell couldn't stop thinking about it. It had been...better than she'd ever imagined, honestly.
She felt herself getting aroused just remembering. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts! She left his apartment, glad she didn't need any fancy remote thing to at least get on the elevator, and went down to the lobby to call a cab.
The reception area was very modern, very posh, and distinctly lacking in any sort of character. She pulled her cell from her little handbag and dialed a taxi quickly. As she put her phone away, she dimly registered someone coming into the building.
"Sneaking out?" asked a familiar deep voice that made all the hairs on her arms stand up and her nipples jump to attention. Her cheeks flushed with the remembrance of last night. She licked her lips nervously then turned to face the tall, devastatingly handsome, and bone-meltingly sexy blond she'd spent the night with.
"Not sneaking, but leaving, yes," she replied, forcing a grin. His dark grey eyes roved over her body and a small smile that knew she was commando under her dress played at the corner of his sensual mouth.
"If I find them, do you want your-?"
"No," Lily said quickly, trying to avoid resembling a boiled lobster as much as possible. "Consider it a souvenir," she mumbled, looking past him in the vain hope her cab would arrive.
Scorpius smirked. "If you insist, darling. Do you want a drive home?"
"I called a cab," she said and her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "I figured while I wait I can think up a story to tell my nosy, godawful mother, since I fell asleep and no one woke me."
"You were rather tired, darling." He was still regarding her as though he could see right through her dress. "And I'm sure no one will notice you sneaking back in."
Lily bit her tongue and resisted folding her arms furiously. "Of course," she said. Her gaze shifted back toward the door and she almost died with relief as her cab pulled up. "Well, thanks," she said, and winced inwardly as she breezed past him.
"Lily," he said, and even though she really didn't want to, there was something in his tone of voice that made her turn back. He was closer than she'd anticipated and as her head tilted back to meet his eyes, his mouth came down and he kissed her. His lips were soft and confident as they moved over her own, his tongue just teasing her lower lip before he broke away. "See you around."
She had to catch her breath, feeling distinctly woozy after that kiss that had hinted at so much more, as he went to the elevator. She pushed open the heavy front door and hurried to her cab. Twenty minutes and fourteen dollars later, she was unlocking the front door to her technical stepfather, Harry Potter's, stately, well-groomed McMansion as silently as possible. Once inside, she eased the door shut and punched in the code for the alarm without making any noise, then paused. Nothing.
She released the breath she'd been holding and tiptoed barefoot, her shoes in hand, into the huge, state of the art kitchen. Her mother and Potter were standing in the kitchen, by the counter. "Fuck," she muttered as they both turned to look at her.
"Where have you been?" Ginny Potter half-shouted.
So that's how we're going to do this? You asked for it, Mom. "Out, obviously," she said.
"In last night's clothes? Do you have any idea what time it is, young lady?" Ginny demanded. "My God!"
Lily rolled her eyes, dropping her shoes on the counter and daring her mother's husband to comment with a look, then moved to make a coffee. "I know it's too damn early, and yes, Mother, in last night's clothes." Mostly. She took a grateful sip of coffee, trying not to smirk at her mother's expression as she stared at her agape and speechless. "Oh come on, Mom, I know you've done the walk of shame before," she added, unable to help the smile. "Anyway, I need a shower," she said blandly, picking up her shoes and moving to leave the kitchen.
"You'd better stay put, Lily, you're in big trouble!" Ginny blustered, her Botox only allowing her a mildly displeased brow furrow. Lily laughed.
"Last I checked, I'm almost twenty one, Mom. I'll sleep with whoever I please."
"There are rules in this house, and you are expected to follow them, young lady! And one of those rules is that you will call if you're not coming home!" Lily turned in the kitchen doorway, and arched a dark red eyebrow.
"Is that so?" she said frostily. "Huh, maybe I'll just move back in with Dad, then." Lily had absolutely no desire whatsoever to move back in with her biological father, as he was an unsteady, unpredictable, and, on occasion, violent drunk. But she also knew that her mother couldn't abide the notion of her daughter living with her ex-husband, let alone being within spitting distance of Michael O'Shea. It was the redhead's one get out of jail free card with her mother, and she wielded it as often as necessary.
"Lily, honey," her mother began gently, her brow smoothed again, but Lily cut her off.
"Besides, I couldn't call." She grinned, feeling mischievous and thoroughly sick of her mother acting like she was still in highschool. Back when she actually had lived with her father.
Her parents had only been married three years before their divorce, and Lily was only two when they split. Her mother had won sole custody, with only thrice yearly visits for her father, when she was four. Then, when Lily was sixteen, Ginny had met Harry Potter, and they'd had a whirlwind courtship, getting married when Lily was two weeks shy of starting school and only four days into being seventeen. After the wedding they'd gone on an extended honeymoon throughout Europe, and Lily, not wanting to leave school and her friends for her senior year, had opted to remain behind, in her father's temporary care. So her mother had gone without her, for which Lily still didn't forgive her, and the six-month honeymoon tour had turned into almost three years abroad. And now that Ginny was back, husband in tow, she'd insisted Lily move in with them and had been trying to recapture the years of her daughter's life she'd missed out on. Lily was over it; her mom had been back almost a year now.
"Whatever do you mean, Lily?" Ginny asked.
"I didn't have any free hands to call." When her mother's brows drew slightly together, as much as the Botox would allow, she grinned brightly. "I was handcuffed to a man's headboard. But I'll try to remember what you said if it happens again." Ginny's mouth dropped open in horrified shock, and Lily beamed, then turned and hustled up the stairs, locking herself into her bedroom suite.
She went into her bathroom and took a long hot shower that made her feel better about the whole ordeal. Unfortunately it also seemed to heighten her awareness to her body, and the sensations that had been awakened in it. God, it was disconcerting! She'd known the obvious pleasure points on her body instinctively, but the things Scorpius had ignited in her last night, with his mouth and hands, seemed an unquenchable slow-burn that was impossible to ignore. Who would have thought a brush of his fingers from ankle to calf would have her wanting to climb the walls, or the whisper of his mouth against her ear would get her wetter than she'd ever been? Or, perhaps worst of all, that the feeling of his handcuffs against her wrists would spark a hot torrent of arousal that had only been mollified, not quenched, by a screaming orgasm. Lily didn't quite know what to do with the feelings.
And that train of thought lead her to wondering was it her body? Had she always been that sensitive and just never known it? Or was it simply to be attributed to that undeniable, sexual pull she felt from Scorpius? He was mouth-wateringly attractive, probably loaded, and made her want to do unspeakably naughty things with him...and have him do them to her. Again. God, she just wasn't sure.
She shivered, pushed her thoughts aside, and pulled out her sketchbook, flopping into the middle of her bed. Lily decided she would take all her pent-up sexual tension and anxious energy and channel it into something productive.
Scorpius looked up from the deposition he was reading and realized he hadn't taken in a single word of it. All he could think about was a particular sexy little redhead, naked and handcuffed in his bed. Fucking hell! He had to be able to have her again, preferably often and at will, but he couldn't even think straight anymore. Beyond how he wanted to take her, of course. That was the only coherent thing he could think about. He grit his teeth and looked down at the deposition again, but it might well have been written in gibberish by a toddler for all the sense it made. He still couldn't absorb a single word of it. Jesus fucking Christ! He had to have her again, damn it.
Later that evening, he met Albus for drinks. "I have a message for your step sister," he said almost as soon as the other man had seated himself across the little table. Albus glared.
"She's not-"
Scorpius waved a dismissive hand. "Whatever. Tell her I found what she lost."
The darker-haired man glared some more. "First off, I don't talk to the brat any more than is strictly necessary, so I can't guarantee I'll remember that when I have the misfortune of seeing her again. Secondly, what the hell are you talking about, Malfoy?"
Dark grey eyes rolled with poorly veiled impatience. "Did I stutter, Potter? Your step sister lost something when I took her home the other night, and I've found it."
Green eyes narrowed. "Lost what?"
The blond man grinned. "Why do you care?"
Albus frowned at that. "I don't."
"Good, then it doesn't matter, does it?"
"Obviously."
Perfect. "Just pass on the message, will you, Al?" Scorpius said blandly.
Albus snorted. "Tell her yourself."
"I barely know her," Scorpius replied, brows lifting. Except that she really likes her nipples played with and she's a screamer.
The black-haired man shrugged, smirking. "Your problem, not mine." Scorpius barely resisted grinning.
He rolled his eyes again. "Then give me the brat's number so I can tell her myself," he said. God, I might just be an evil genius. His plan was going perfectly.
"Just go to my dad's place," Albus said, shrugging. "She and her bitch mom live there now."
Scorpius grinned. That was useful knowledge, but not what he was after. "You sound like you're mad because your bedroom got poached."
Albus reverted to glaring. "Fuck you," he grumbled, looking distinctly worried to Scorpius now, as though that thought hadn't even occurred to him before. Yup, evil genius.
"Look, I don't want to meet the bitch mother. And if she happens to not be there I'll have to go back. One phone call to make sure she's there and I can just drop it in the damn mailbox later."
The green-eyed man shrugged, said, "Whatever," then pulled out his cellphone. After scrolling through his contacts, he recited a number that Scorpius quickly copied into his own phone. Perfect. "Now you just have to call her," Albus said, smirking a little.
"Now?" Scorpius asked, raising a brow.
"God no! I don't want to have to hear her voice. I just mean good luck when ever you do call. She'll probably bitch you out. She's fucking annoying."
"I'm a big boy, I can handle it," Scorpius said, and Albus snorted disbelievingly.
He called her that very night, as soon as he got home. His cock twitched when she answered with a throaty, "Hello?" He wondered if she was alone and his temper reared at the thought she might not be.
"I found your scrap of lace that I suppose constitutes panties," he said. There was a longish pause.
"Congratulations." That made him smirk. She was feisty, oh yes.
"I'm not so sure I should keep them anymore. In fact, I'm going to have to insist you take them back. My housekeeper was actually the one who found them, and she's been giving me funny looks ever since. I'm fairly certain she thinks they're mine." A half-truth, but desperate times called for desperate measures. His housekeeper wouldn't bat an eyelash at a rogue pair of panties, even if she did sometimes give him funny looks.
"I'll bet not," Lily replied, and there was a gentle clinking sound from her end, metal lightly striking glass. "They're not even your size."
Scorpius grinned hugely at that. "Well, I'm not keeping them, so come and get 'em."
Lily snorted. "Mail them."
"If I do that, I'm having them personally delivered with balloons and a mime. Or I'll just hang them from your mailbox. Do you get the mail every morning?"
He heard her sigh. "Listen Scorpius, the other night was fun, definitely, but I don't do-"
The blond hung up on her, picked up the panties from his coffee table where he'd indeed found them laundered and folded that morning, stuffed them into his pocket, and slipped his suit jacket back on. He didn't want to do this. It strictly went against his code of keeping his private and social lives separate, for the most part anyway. But goddamn it, he couldn't stand the thought of not having Lily in his bed again, and was vehemently opposed to the notion of her spending a night in anyone else's bed either.
When he arrived at the Potters', his dash clock reading eleven oh seven, all the downstairs lights were off. There were a couple on upstairs though, and despite second guessing himself, he parked, got out, and walked up the front walk, across the vast expanse of perfectly green lawn. If Harry Potter himself answered, it would be intensely awkward. He knocked anyway. He couldn't stop thinking about her; he had to have her again. Indefinitely. He waited, but no one answered. Gulping, he knocked again.
The door opened a crack. A woman with red hair, several shades lighter than Lily's, but Lily's colouring answered. Her eyes were a plain brown though. No golden flecks for her. The woman was in her forties, trying to look ten or fifteen years younger, fairly petite, and definitely had gotten a boob job. She was also staring at him suspiciously. "Can I help you?" she asked coolly.
Scorpius put on his best charming smile. "I'm here to see Lily. Are you her older sister? You don't look old enough to be her mother." The woman smiled, eyeing him.
"You're a friend of Lily's? It's awfully late for calling, y'know," she said, her tone slightly reproachful. But she opened the door, allowing him entry, and lead the way into the grand living room. Scorpius closed the door behind himself. Ah, the trust of strangers! A little charm in an Armani suit almost never failed. The living room looked the exact same as it always had since the first time he'd seen it, when he was seven, and the last time he'd seen it, five years ago. "I'll just go get her. She's probably doing her little art thing. Make yourself comfortable." She gave him another once over, then disappeared upstairs. Scorpius did make himself comfortable in the big, brown leather armchair.
A few minutes later, he heard footsteps on the stairs, and then Lily said, "No Mom, just go back to bed." The next moment she walked in, her lovely eyes widening when they landed on him. "What are you-?"
Before she finished, he pulled the panties from his pocket and let them dangle on a single finger before himself. "I told you I wasn't going to keep them." He smirked when her cheeks went pink. The redhead crossed from the entrance toward him and made to snatch the panties away, but he pulled them back at the last second. Her brows came together, hands planted on her hips.
"I thought you didn't want to keep them?" She shifted her weight to her left side. An unconscious gesture?
"I don't," he lied. He wanted to keep them, and all the rest of her panties, and most especially her. "I want you to come and get them."
She gave him an arched brow and pursed mouth. "And I'm the slut?"
"Yes," he said, grinning. "You are." My slut. "Are you going to come and get them?" He twirled the lace around one finger, sensing her hesitation again. "I won't bite."
She licked her lips and he allowed himself the pleasure of simply looking at her. She was as lovely now as she'd been when he'd first met her, the made up vixen. Now she was makeup free, her hair wrapped in a haphazard bun on top of her head and held in place with two acrylic chopsticks. Even in the faded AC/DC tee and ratty, paint-stained jean shorts, she looked sexy. "You bit me last time," she said quietly.
"Mmm, but you liked it." He could see that her nipples were hard through the thin cotton of her shirt. "Do you want me to bite you a little more, or just the panties? Up to you, darling."
"Just the panties," she said, although he saw her pupils dilate hungrily as her gaze roved over him.
"Then come and get them." She took another step toward him, knees almost brushing his own, and as she leaned forward for the scrap of lace, hand closing around them, Scorpius moved both hands to her hips and brought her down easily onto his lap. Lily gasped and then he was kissing her, tongue sweeping past her shocked, unresisting lips, claiming ownership. She moaned soft and low when she felt his hands slipping underneath her t-shirt his thumbs eagerly brushing her hard nipples.
Lily broke away from the kiss, hands on his chest. "I don't do this," she breathed. Her eyes were wide.
"And what is 'this' exactly?" he asked, arching a brow.
She sighed, but made no move to get up from his lap, jamming the panties into the pocket of her shorts. "I'm not… I don't… This isn't…" Scorpius smirked. He couldn't help it.
"Did you enjoy last night?" he asked, and she shifted a little on him.
She bristled slightly. "That's not the point. The point is-"
"Did you enjoy last night?" he repeated, then tugged on her nipples, making her whimper softly.
"Yes," Lily murmured. She blushed a little more.
"Do you want to repeat it?"
"Scorpius, I- Ah!" He tugged her nipples a little harder.
"Don't say something that's not true, darling," he teased.
"I do, but it's not- Ah! Stop that!" She glared and he couldn't hide his grin. It was way too easy to make her lose focus. She was so goddamn sensitive!
"No." He cupped her breasts, weighing them in his palms, squeezing greedily, then dragged his hands down her waist to her hips, dipping his fingertips into the top of her low-slung shorts. "Are you wet right now?" he asked in a rumble.
Lily groaned, rocking her pelvis ever so slightly against him. "Yes," she whispered, blushing profusely. He held her hips firmly and rubbed his hard cock against the junction of her thighs. Her eyes went huge. "Scorpius," she panted, "I don't think-"
"Don't think, darling," he murmured. "Just feel." In the same moment one hand slid into her shorts, squeezing her firm, fleshy ass, the other slid up to the back of her neck, and pulled her down to kiss her. He swallowed her moans as he thrust up against her twice more in rapid succession while he tongue fucked her sweet mouth ravenously. "Do you want to come home with me?" he asked, breaking away from her.
"I can't," she breathed, rocking her pelvis hard and purposefully against him.
"Why not?"
"I'm busy," he huffed. His hands moved back underneath her shirt, the soft fabric bunching up around his wrists this time, baring her midsection. Her fingers gripped the lapels of his jacket as he teased her nipples gently.
"Don't lie to me, Lily," he rasped as she rubbed her woefully overdressed center against his rock hard prick. He tugged her nipples roughly, then abruptly rolled them with expert fingers. She let out a soft cry of pleasure from her throat. "I bet I could make you come right here," he mused aloud, and was thoroughly tempted to try.
Lily's head tipped back, her breathing ragged and shallow. "Ohh, yes," she groaned, her hips undulating faster.
"Would you like that, darling?" he rumbled. "Would you like to come right here and now?"
"Fuck," she whimpered. "This isn't fair."
"Is that a yes?" he asked, back to teasing her nipples. He circled her areolas slowly, gradually moving inward, then flicked the hard nubs until they were plump and engorged. He was entranced by the little sounds of pleasure and delight she made.
Her head dropped onto his shoulder. "How do you-? Ah, ah, yes! How do you do it?" she grated. Her mouth pressed against the junction between neck and shoulder, just above his collar, lips clinging, teeth light and hesitant. "I don't want you to be so good at this. It's not fair." She bit him a little harder, muffling a moan as he ground up against her and pinched her nipples none too gently.
"Yes, darling, give in to me," he rumbled against her ear.
"No," she huffed, but it lacked any conviction.
Still, no meant no. He released her abruptly, going completely still. "Do you want me to leave?" he asked softly, grinning. Lily was still grinding against him and she bit him harder still.
"Don't you fucking move," she growled. His grin turned into a smug smirk.
"Oh no, I really think I should be going," he said, shifting as though to stand, and she gave a low moan of longing.
"Stay," she breathed, still rubbing against him. Lily pulled back and looked at him, her gold-green eyes wide, the pupils blown with raw need. She lifted her tee easily over her head and dropped it to the floor, then took both his hands and placed them over her supple breasts. "Stay and make me come." He squeezed the luscious globes of flesh then bent and took a hard, rosy nipple into his mouth and suckled ever so slightly.
Lily groaned erotically as her pace picked up against him, thrusting her tits out. Scorpius released her nipple with a pop, grabbed her ass and nipped at the other one. "I don't know if I should," he murmured. Scorpius gripped her hard, slowing her aggressive pace. He couldn't help it, he wanted her to beg.
She was close, possibly too close. "Please," she gasped, then muffled a louder moan in his neck. Fuck, she's going to- Her mouth moved to his ear and she whimpered, "Please, Master."
Scorpius had to grit his teeth to maintain control, but in the next breath, Lily was coming, and he hurriedly covered her mouth with his own to muffle her vociferous orgasm. He was still hard as all fuck when she sagged against him. "Come home with me," he said. It wasn't a question.
"I'm working," she huffed out, then turned, bent, and picked her shirt up off the ground. He stayed her movements to put it back on.
"Working?" he asking, reaching out to play with her breasts again. She wriggled atop him deliciously.
"Yes. You interrupted me."
"And what do you do?" he asked. He wanted to call her bluff if she was lying, but he was beginning to suspect Lily wasn't that sort of girl. She rolled her lovely eyes.
"I paint greeting cards." Both of his brows went up. "And no, you can't see any."
"So work later. Come home with me, Lily." He gave her a half smile. "Are you truly so cruel as to get me hot and horny for you then send me on my way?"
"Maybe," she teased, smirking a little. He tugged her nipples roughly and her eyes widened as she gasped. "Ah! That's not fair," she breathed. He did it again. "Stop," she groaned half-heartedly.
"I think you want me to keep doing it because you like it, my naughty girl. I'm not going to beg, and I'm not going to ask again, but you'll be in this chair all night with me if I don't get to take you to my bed. And keep in mind, here, you'd have to be quiet." His mouth moved over her neck. Scorpius hoped she wouldn't call his bluff, because at this point, begging wasn't sounding so bad. Lily pulled back, grinning, then put her shirt on and slid from his lap.
"Give me five minutes," she murmured, then ran a purposeful hand over his hard on, smirking. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."
"Your time is ticking, darling. And don't even think about changing your panties, or whatever delightful bit of fabric you have on. I want to see how wet they are."
Lily's tempting mouth tipped up on one side. "If I'm even wearing any," she said huskily, then turned and walked from the room slowly, swinging her hips, but jogged hurriedly up the stairs.
She tried to keep the satisfied smirk off her face, but it was impossible. Scorpius was hot, and she craved him and his wicked fingers and mouth and cock and whatever the fuck else he wanted to put on, or in, her. She had been thinking, almost nonstop, about the night she'd spent with him, and how amazing he had been in bed, and unable to squash the fervent, raging desire for more. Her painting stuff was cleaned up quickly, with well-practised ease, and she scribbled a quick note to her mom and Potter and slipped it partway under their door. She didn't want to interrupt whatever might be going on in there, even if it was only sleep.
She shouldered her tote, making sure she had her cellphone and wallet, and headed back downstairs, trying not to get too turned on before they even got near his bed. She couldn't help it, though. Just looking at him was enough to turn her into the slut he'd called her, and she couldn't muster enough willpower to care if she was being a slut.
"A woman who takes even less time than she says she will. Surprising," Scorpius murmured as she entered the living room. He stood up.
Lily half-smiled. "You sound disappointed," she said as they went to the door. She stepped into her shoes, punched in the security code, then made sure to lock up. While she neither liked, nor respected, her stepfather, she didn't really want to be responsible for his fancy house getting ransacked and all his fancy shit stolen.
"I am disappointed," Scorpius said, grinning as they went to the car parked at the side of the road. "Now I might feel an ounce of guilt for punishing you." He beeped the car unlocked, that same sexy black sports car from before, and, to her delight, he opened the car door for her. She flashed him a smile, and then his fingers dipped into her shorts and wrapped around her thong, pulling the sheer fabric taut against her. She gasped, gripping the top of the car door. "So you are wearing panties. Good."
She got in the car and moments later he slid into the driver's seat and the engine purred to life. "Will you bring me back home tonight?" she asked casually as they pulled away from the curb. "Because I didn't pack my toothbrush."
Dark grey eyes roved over her. "Probably not," he admitted. Then grinned, looking unbearably sexy. "But you can borrow mine." His dark grey eyes roved over her again, and, in a rough voice, added, "Take off your shirt."
Lily licked her lips, but just as he'd said her name the morning after last time, there was something she couldn't refuse in his tone, a hint of steely authority she felt compelled to submit to. Her AC/DC tee slipped off quickly, even as her cheeks went pink. Don't be so embarrassed! He's seen you naked. Lily was still glad the windows were heavily tinted when they pulled up to a red light.
"You have wonderful breasts," he murmured, then flicked a nipple. She smiled, unable to meet his eyes. "And yet you're so very shy," he added. Her gaze lifted. His brow was furrowed. "I don't understand."
"There's nothing to understand," she snapped. She pointedly looked out the window as they moved forward again. "I'm not a total slut," she said bitterly after a moment, "is that so hard to believe?" Unless it's around you.
"Yes." Her eyes flashed back to him, but he was smirking. "You're obviously a very sexual person, Lily. And I enjoy that. And I've seen you act like a total slut, so your hesitancy is contradictory." There was another long pause. Lily wasn't sure what to say to that. "How old are you?" he murmured.
"Old enough," she said firmly. He arched a brow when she sneaked a look at him. "Twenty one," she said at last. Which was almost the truth. She'd be twenty one in just under three weeks.
Scorpius mulled that over for another moment. "And how many sexual partners have you had?"
Her eyes blazed furiously. "None of your damn business." She made to put her shirt back on. "You're a prick, y'know that?"
"I'm merely asking a question, Lily," he said, still sounding amused. They pulled up to another red and he stilled her movement to put her shirt back on again. "Leave it. I like looking at you." She fought the blush.
"How many have you had?" she returned.
"Lots," he said, grinning.
"How many?" she pushed.
"Do you really want the number?" They pulled away from the light and quickly into his underground parking garage. Scorpius parked neatly and shut off the engine, but neither made a move to get out.
"Yes," she said, then wished she hadn't. She didn't really want to know, but it was too late to take it back. She hoped he wouldn't ask her again, because she really didn't want to tell him, and she was a terrible liar.
"Thirty three." The number hung there, between them, and Lily had the insane urge to laugh. There was no way… But when she looked at his eyes, she could tell he was deadly serious.
"That is a lot," she said at last, then opened her car door. "I think that makes you the slut."
"No," he said as they got into the elevator, and he grinned. Lily was just glad he wasn't asking her for her hit list. It was kind of bad when she wasn't even sure if he was second or third on it. "You're the slut because I've never been topless in this elevator." He hooked his fingers into her jeans shorts, tugged them downward roughly, then jerked her forward. "And because I like the way your eyes get wide when I call you one. Now, aren't you supposed to be making that four minute wait worth my while?"
Much later, Lily was in his bed, naked, trying to catch her breath. "So you never gave me an answer," Scorpius murmured, fingers trailing over her stomach. She looked at him.
"To what?" she asked, stalling for time.
"How many people you've been with." His dark grey eyes met hers. Lily looked away, licking her lips, then sat up. He frowned.
"Less than thirty three," she replied quietly. She made to swing her legs out of bed, but he put a hand on her shoulder, lying her back down.
"Don't do that," he said. Her brows drew together. "Don't run away. I haven't finished with you yet, darling." His mouth met hers, soft and gently teasing and she turned into him, then he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so she sprawled atop him.
Lily pulled back, looking at him. "Then stop asking me uncomfortable questions," she breathed.
"I'm curious," he said. His hands smoothed up her thighs. "Are you embarrassed?" The redhead, who was blushing, looked away again and nodded. "Why?"
"Because it's a lot less than thirty three," she murmured.
He grinned. "How many less?"
She shook her head but then he rolled her nipples and she gasped. "That's not fair," she said again, frowning. She was still gorgeous when she frowned, he noted.
"It's not. But I'm a manipulative bastard," he said lightly. "Come on, Lily. Just tell me your number."
"No."
He sat up on his elbow, licking a nipple, enjoying her moan. "Please?"
She sighed. "I'd rather not," she breathed.
"Darling," he said as he grinned, "I'm going to tease you until you tell me."
"You are a manipulative bastard," she moaned. He nipped at her. "Scorpius, I-"
"I'm also persistent to a fault," he said, looking at her. She folded her arms.
"I really don't want to say it."
"Why?"
"It's embarrassing!" she said, then climbed off of him. He frowned again. "I'm not very-" She cut herself off before she could finish that thought.
"Lily," he said gently, and she looked at him. He exuded power and confidence. "Just tell me. I've had you handcuffed to my headboard, darling, I've put my tongue in your pussy until you screamed my name, and I've been thinking about that tight, wet little cunt around my dick all goddamn day. Just tell me." She licked her lips and swallowed.
"I don't know," she breathed. She turned her head, hating that tears gathered behind her eyes. Don't cry, don't cry, don't fucking cry. Scorpius waited, although his patience waned quickly, but she turned back at last. "And that's the honest answer. You're the first person I remember ever being with." Scorpius clenched his jaw. "So that makes you number two, or three. I'm not really sure. I woke up one morning, and I was in bed with two guys I don't remember meeting, but I don't know if...if they both…" She looked away again and took a deep breath, forcing the maudlin tears down, riling her temper instead. "Happy?" she snapped and when she looked back, her eyes were very bright.
"No." Scorpius couldn't have been less pleased if she'd told him she'd been with a thousand men. "I'm-"
"Don't tell me you're sorry," she snarled, getting out of bed, reaching for her shorts. "I'm going home."
"I'm not sorry. I'm glad you told me, though." She ignored him. "Lily, look at me." She didn't. "Lily," he said firmly. She stilled and turned slowly. "That means you lied to me the other night."
She frowned. "What? No I didn't."
"You were a virgin."
The redhead snorted and rolled her eyes. "No, I wasn't. Were you listening? I just said-"
"I heard what you said," he said, feeling unreasonably pissed at her revelation. "Every word of it. You were taken advantage of, and that is not the same as willingly giving yourself to someone." She stared at him, mouth parted ever so slightly. "Come here." He waited and she slowly dropped her shorts and panties and moved back toward him, still naked, utterly delectable. He drew her down onto his lap and kissed her, slowly, gently, without any heat. He waited for her to respond, waited for her lush mouth to move in tandem with his own, her lips slowly growing bolder.
He hadn't expected the redhead to say he was essentially her first, and he knew it made what he had in mind for her a much greater task, but he was also inordinately pleased no one else had pleasured her before him. Slowly he deepened the kiss, waiting until her hands roved over his shoulders to touch her. "I don't want your pity," she breathed, staring at him when he broke away.
Scorpius grinned. "Good, because you won't get it," he murmured. He laid her out in his bed, then reached for the handcuffs that had been left on his night table. "Put these on yourself," he said, then kissed down her neck.
"Why?" she breathed even as he heard one cuff clicking into place. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to do what I should've done the first night," he murmured as he moved down between her breasts. There was a soft clank, then more clicking. He reached up and tightened the second cuff for her.
"What's that?" she breathed.
"Take my time on you. I want you breathless and pleading and thoroughly turned on when I feel you coming around me." Lily moaned.
"You had that last time," she breathed, but he could tell, by the husky note in her voice, she was pleased at the notion.
"Not the same," he murmured. "And now the only words I want to hear out of that pretty little mouth from now until you fall asleep are: yes, please, more, Scorpius, or Master."
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