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Show me how to....	By : Sherlocked1971 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 42011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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So, I haven't been too chuffed larely, I get so few reviews, but ANON is a regular which is sweet if it's the same person that it. This chapter will have a side chapter which I will put up hopefully today.
This is one of my longest chapters altogether, written quite a long time ago.
I owe Eclectic Pet my deepest thanks as she is an awesome Beta.
Chapter 21.
Daddy's little girl.
Rose was successfully integrated into her auror squad; she had been replaced by Hugo. Her coming back, taking her place had not gone down well with her brother. He was assigned as a temporary replacement with another group. He didn't say as much but Rose could almost taste his bitterness. Rose and Hugo sat at the dining table at their parents’ house.
Hermione had invited them, she thought something like this might occur; she didn't want her daughter and son having a falling out because of this. She was adamant it shouldn't become a thing between brother and sister.
Rose was ravenous having spent another week, being undercover in the woods. She was tired and very hungry; a home served meal would do her good.
Hermione had come home early, preparing dinner from scratch was a time consuming business. She had to shop for fresh ingredients, take them home and marinate the meat, which would take at least two hours. It had taken a lot of effort. Ron sauntered into the kitchen; he had lifted the lid, opened the oven and stood behind his wife when she was busy cutting and stirring. Hermione rolled her eyes at her husband, "Ron, honestly, I'm trying to prepare dinner for our children!" She huffed.
"Could you please, get out of the way, you're a hindrance!" She wanted to scream at her insolent husband. He was annoying to be with. She took her wooden spoon from the pot, flicking it on Ron's fingers.
He yelped as the wood touched his fingers. "Ouch!" He cried out.
"No, now, Ronald, mummy is preparing food, move up stairs and stay there, when you're a good boy, mummy will reward you accordingly!" Hermione addressed her bottom. Ron eagerly ran up the stairs. He hadn't been rewarded for a month now; he would kneel at their marital bed until his children arrived. He so wanted to see his little girl, Rose still lived alone, he was proud of her.
Ron shovelled his food in his mouth as he looked down on his fiery daughter, he snorted, and she was wearing an expensive coat as she came into the house. She had informed her parents she couldn't stay long as her boyfriend waited for her.
He was angry; Rose wasn't paying her mother proper respect as the woman had slaved over the stove for hours preparing their favourite foods
"So, how was your mission dear?" Hermione inquired, receiving an angry glare from her son, he didn't hide his resentment. His older sister always butted in when she should know her place.
"She should get married, have babies, give us blokes our rightful place!" Hugo answered.
Ron snickered. His son was a right chip off the old block.
Rose ignored her sneering younger sibling. "It went well mother, we have unravelled a plot to rob Gringotts!" She felt proud, as she had been right at the heart of where her abilities were strongest, countering spells and preventing others from being stunned or hexed.
"Who is this boyfriend of yours? Did he buy you that expensive coat?" Ron said silkily. "You're still daddy's good little girl, hmmm?"
Rose turned paper white, daddy's good little girl..... He didn't say that did he? Rose’s food tasted ashen all off a sudden. Scorpius turned her into a whore, wearing lacy black underwear, or no knickers, making her behave indecent in the park... She felt her gut twist as Ron looked at her with his piercing blue eyes. Ron cut his meat sliver thin, pricking the meat on the tip of his knife, slowly bringing it to his mouth, his tongue skilfully taking the bite from the knife.
Rose gulped as Ron's eyes never left hers. She knew what he thought, it was clear to her. He disapproved of her, her relationship, her..... Well everything basically... She felt so sad inside, her father wasn't proud of her.....
"You, are though? Daddy's good little girl, huh?!" His voice honey laced, making Rose feel shivers running down her spine, she felt cold, very much so.
Ron dabbed his mouth with the damask napkin.
"Ronald, stop teasing your daughter! Her boyfriend is surely a nice man! Rose’s judgement is all we need to know for now!" Hermione tried to ease her daughter’s ailment. Ronald was always overbearing with their daughter.
Hermione didn't know how much he dominated his daughter’s mind and actions, would she have done so, she surely would've intervened.
Rose had lost her appetite all together, her cheeks flushed, but she felt chilled to the bone. She shivered when the temperature outside was hot; her thin summer dress gave her a naked feeling as her father’s eyes never left hers. "Excuse me mother, I need to go now"! Rose announced as she took her plate to the kitchen, pushing her chair back as she stood up, the legs scraping across on the wooden flooring. The sound was as raw as the hurt in her body, the ache real. She felt the need to apologise, but didn't, he mouth was too dry. As she entered the kitchen she heard her father telling her mother he would see to her. Rose panicked; she felt a sense of dread filling her stomach, her breathing hitched as she heard her father entering the kitchen behind her.
Rose opened the tap, rinsing her plate in the sink. She didn't hear her father sneak up on her until he was right behind her, his chest pushing into her shoulders. He gently pushed her hair aside, revealing her ear. "Mmm, who's a good little girl? Maybe I could show you some discipline, reminding you of your daughterly duties!" His voice sent a bone-chilling resonance through her body; she feared it like nothing else.
His breath on her earlobe repulsed her like nothing else, why couldn't he leave her be?
"Maybe we should schedule another disciplining session, wouldn't you like that, hmmmm, your daddy knows best! His girl should learn to behave!" His hand travelled from her shoulder down her bare arm, tracing her life line before her pulled her closer as his arm snaked around her waist. He started to rock her in his arms, humming a sweet lullaby in her ear.
This sickened Rose even more, flashes of him disciplining her came flooding back, taking over her brain. She went into fright mode, her legs didn't cooperate, nor her arms, she stood like a marble statue.
"Hey, dad, can you give me a hand with these?" Hugo said as he entered the kitchen backwards as he pushed the door open, startling Rose.
Ron stepped away slowly, leaving his girl frozen at the sink. "Sure, Hugo!" He answered his son. Hugo arched his brow at the sight of his father and Rose standing awfully close. He hated Rose, she took so much attention from their father, and his father never noticed him.
Hugo placed the plates and wine glasses on the sink next to Rose. "I hate you, bitch! Taking away my job, always seeking attention from our father, I so loathe your ugly mug!" He hissed, so Ron couldn't hear, or rather he thought he didn't. But Ron being the sensitive git he was, overheard all right, a smug grin adorning his face. Alienating Rose from her sibling and mother worked best. He abided his time, he could wait patiently, and his time would come, her punishment turning severer as time progressed.
Rose would leave in a minute, Hermione would be grief stricken for having gone to so much trouble, and Rose leaving early would hurt her nurturing mother-heart.
Rose fled the scene a bit hastily, her coat hanging at the front door, nudging her mother as she headed for the floo in the living room, whispering her destination; “Scorpius Malfoy's place!"
Scorpius turned around, facing the floo connection as he heard the fireplace crackle, a mass of red curls coming through, a tear stricken face following. Rose caught sight of her platinum blond lover, she started to sob uncontrollably as Scorpius caught her, her limbs flailing, and her legs couldn't keep her up.
"Hey, hey, my sweet...." Scorpius murmured in her hair, stroking her hair as he sat on the floor with Rose in his arms.
"Please hold me tight, Scorpius, please....?" She sobbed.
Scorpius did as he was asked, Rose felt limp, like a broken toy, she nestled in his tight embrace. Her hair smelled so good, the drops of tears staining his silk suit. Scorpius couldn't give a rats-ass, someone had hurt his woman. He stroked her curls, his knuckles caressed her smooth jaw, and her body reacted against his touch, her breath turned into a steady intake. The constant stream of tears halted. Scorpius pulled a handkerchief from his jacket, offering it to Rose. She took it reluctantly; it looked crisp, like it was ironed. He nudged her to take it; he didn't need words to tell her he would do anything for her.
Rose blew her nose with vigour. Scorpius chuckled; she could sometimes be such a blue collar. He got ready to stand up as his leg had fallen asleep, when Rose clawed at the lapel of his jacket. "No, please don't let go of me, I feel secure, knowing you're holding me!" Rose sniffled.
"My sweet, I need to stand up!" He murmured in her hair. "Just sit on the sofa I'm close by!" He felt good her depending on him. He had the right remedy to keep her in a tight embrace. He had wanted to perform his special skill, no! His art, on her, she would feel comfortable and look good when he'd be finished with her.
"Rose listen... I want to try something.... I feel you can do with a physical restraining session!" He saw her eyes turn large. He pressed his fingers on her lips. "Hear me out first, you can always object." His eyes were serious.
Rose nodded, her first response would have been no. Tying her up?! What the.... But she could decline, Scorpius told her so. She wanted to trust him. Maybe he could be trusted. Rose wanted to hear him out.
Scorpius took her hand walking her to a door on the right of the living room. Rose had not been aware of the door before. He must've concealed it.
Scorpius walked through the door without opening it Rose chuckled. It was an illusion.
As they entered the next room, Rose saw a massage kind of table, some sort of bench, something that looked like her paternal grandparents dentist chair, a leather daybed, a gentleman’s winged chair like the one in the living room and various metal and wooden rings dangling from the ceiling. Scorpius positioned her on the leather bed. He walked to built-in cabinets, pressing the black lacquered veneer, it opened showing various types of white, natural ropes, he studied them, taking out a bundle of white rope.
He sat next to Rose, showing her the rope. "This is 8mm natural hemp rope." He said, "It should be a natural hemp colour, but I thought white looked prettier against your skin". It could be aesthetic as well as healing he contemplated.
He sounded sincere, Rose mused, and he had thought it over, prior to this moment.
"Here, feel how smooth it is!" He let Rose run her fingers along the surface of the twined fibres.
Rose nodded, "Yes, it doesn’t feel too bad actually...." She replied reluctantly, the rope had some hairy bits sticking out; Scorpius mentioned it was a natural product. Rose envisioned natural rope being a lot less smooth, this wasn't as bad.
Scorpius observed Rose’s posture, she seemed to relax a bit, and the room he brought her in must've looked alien to her. It was his workroom, he practised his roping skills, and he had his punishing tools and discipline tools here, safely locked behind the panelled doors and drawers. He knew exactly where he had everything.
"Rose do you trust me not to harm you?" He needed her undiluted absolute trust. "I....I want you to feel secure.... Let me liberate you of your trust issues; let me be the one... It would really mean a lot to me..."
His eyes became a bit softer, Rose saw them change, and he desperately wanted her trust. Hell she wanted to comfort him, tell him, yes she trusted him. A lump in her throat prevented this. She nodded again, her eyes pleading him to do it.
"Say, yes my sweet if you want me to rope you!" Her eyes told him she wanted it, he needed her voice to say yes.
Rose scraped her chord, "Yes, please, Scorpius, tie me up!" Rose’s heart thudded in her chest; she had never been tied up before, at least not voluntary. She had been magically bound in training, they had to practice bounding prisoners, and she had not been warned beforehand. It had irked her, surrendering to another cadet. Scorpius on the other hand she did trust, he had pushed her, but never into anything, she did not like.
"We need to establish a safe word, so you can let me know if you feel bad about anything. Feel free to use it! Stop is when you want me to stop the activity, mellow for uncomfortable but proceed. Please say them for me!" He urged her to use the safety words.
"Stop...mellow!" Rose repeated. Scorpius took her feelings into consideration Rose contemplated this happily. Butterflies still erupting in her stomach, surrendering to Scorpius felt good.
"I'm submitting you to three different binds; they will not be linked today. I'm going to put you into a breast bind, followed by a crotch bind and lastly I will tie your hands in front of you. You need to be naked. Nod if you agree!" Scorpius took her hand to help her stand up.
Rose nodded, he hadn't mentioned she would be naked; it made her stomach flip flop. Her cheeks stained crimson.
'Good, she feels elated.' Scorpius saw the redhead react, as he wanted her to.
Rose untied her flowery maxi dress at the base of her neck, pulling down the fabric. Her hand went behind her back as she lowered her zipper, dropping the dress, letting it pool down her ankles. She had not been wearing knickers; it had been Scorpius’ strict instructions, when she visited him or when they went out together. Easy access, his control over her. Rose stepped out off her flats and dress, completely in the nude.
Scorpius eyes trailed her exposed skin; she was truly beautiful, "breath taking my sweet..." He praised her.
He took the end of the rope or 'asanawa', brushing against Rose's arm. Familiarising her with the material, before tying her up, being imperative.
Rose sighed, the almost caressing feeling of the rope end against her skin felt tantalising. Goose bumps flaring up on her skin.
Scorpius moved the rope to her front, caressing Rose collarbone, and her white scar was still a reminder of her last injury.
Rose closed her eyes as she felt the rope against her now healed flesh, even when the injury had a lasting impression on her soul accompanied by the stripe on her breast and abdomen.
"Sweet, open your eyes, I need to see what I unravel!" He coaxed her softly. He needed to see the pain, her guard, the barriers he intended to penetrate, freeing her, guiding her through her pain towards liberation.
Rose’s eyes followed his movements, as he glided around her. She naked, he in his suit the one she liked best, dark grey, pin striped, silk, it felt cool around her skin. Rose didn't feel cold even being as exposed like this to the air in the closed-off room. She could be anywhere; she had still no idea where Scorpius’ flat was located.
Scorpius moved around Rose, rope in hand, trailing Rose's skin with the rope end. He felt Rose tense up as he stood behind her; he gently pulled her hair aside, placing her tendrils over her left shoulder. He took in her perfect back, her spine, showing its bone structure perfectly down to her rounded globes. "So, perfect!" He sighed, he felt the anticipation building up in his stomach, his brain dizzied at what was to commence. He would finally show her the ropes of being a submissive, he would show her his ropes, let them hug her dainty flesh, it would liberate her when confined, she could let go, and he would be in control.
He placed the rope on his shoulder as he moved closer to her, his chest touching her back, he towered over her, he could rest his chin against her ear, "easy, girl!" He whispered. He wanted to reassure her; he meant no harm, quite the opposite. Anyone who would could feel his wrath, she was his Lady. He let his arms rest on the nobs off her shoulder, circling her flesh with his thumb, nipping her ear gently. "Mmmm, my sweet...." His voice lingered off. He felt Rose lean against him; her breathing steadied as he caressed her.
Rose leaned back, she so wanted to trust him, he had her close, very close, she could practically feel his heart beat against her back, he was excited, his breathing told her so. The rope hanging from his shoulder touching her back, she would let him. Tie her up.... Yes, she would really let him.
She felt Scorpius’ fingers move down her arms, he gently grabbed her wrists; he placed the back of his hands between her hips and hands, moving her arms up sideways, until they were level with her shoulders. Like Da Vinci's drawings. "Hold your arms up like this." He told her, no.... Ordered her to do so.
Scorpius traced her inner arms towards her arm pits. Her skin was so smooth he needed to feel it unscathed.
Rose closed her eyes as she felt Scorpius’ fingers linger on her skin, she had to seriously resist squeezing her thighs together as he traced her most sensitive skin on her arms, the promise of his touch sent shivers all the way down to her core. It was almost too much to bare.
Scorpius folded the rope in two, holding the loop in one hand and the rope ends in the other, pulling the rope to tension between his hands.
"Now, my sweet stand still, move only on my say so!" He was firm about it.
Rose waited, her arms grew heavier, she wanted to bring them down, but Scorpius had been clear, she shouldn't move. He was behind her again, his hand holding the rope moving over her breasts, he faintly brushed them with his sleeve, the silk against her nipples, making them grow taut. Rose suppressed a moan. She felt the rope above her breast pressing against her skin.
Scorpius pulled the loop behind her back, pulling the ends through the loop, securing it tight behind her shoulder-blades. Rose winced as the rope scraped her flesh.
"Lower your arms, sweet!" Rose lowered her arms at his command. They had felt heavy, holding them up. She was relieved she could relax them at her sides. Scorpius turned her around facing him. Scorpius tugged at the lower line, pulling it down over her breasts, he manhandled her a bit as the rope touched her tautened buds.
Rose hissed between her teeth as she felt the rope graze her cherry red nipples. The sensation shooting a pleasured jolt down to her cunt surprised her, it hurt, but at the same time, she felt herself getting extremely turned on. It was so confusing.
"Like it my sweet?!" He leaned over to her ear, "I can smell, you do, you’re dripping wet! Hhhmmm" he licked his lips as Rose's scent wafted towards his nostrils. He had been right, she loved this. He took another rope, folding the rope again, pushing the loop upwards between her breasts, pulling the ends through it, placing the separate ends over each shoulder, fastening it behind her back. He had just made a fabricless bikini top, squeezing her fleshy mounds together.
Rose felt constricted, the ropes left her with enough room to expand for breathing, but it was severely prohibited. She had to breathe shallow, making her feel a bit dizzy.
Scorpius observed the struggling redhead, making sure she wasn't in any serious trouble with her breathing, he checked her pulse, she seemed to settle down as he touched her arm, and her pulse was fine.
"Legs wider please my sweet!" His voice laced with honey, but commanding none the less, Rose replied by standing wide.
"Look at me, sweet!" Rose opened her eyes as he told her what he wanted. Peering in his dark grey eyes. Had they always been this dark? She couldn't remember having seen them this darkened, light, almost pale grey yes, but this darkened, filled with lust, for her, by tying her up, another shiver ran down her spine, overwhelming her senses, he looked at her like she was some sort of revered, almost coveted prize. He... 'Oh?'
Scorpius traced her opened slit with his finger, covering it with her juice, her eyes flew open her mouth forming the perfect O as he ran his finger down her inner sanctum, so fucking, deliciously wet, she couldn't hide what she was feeling. Like a bitch in heat, luring him in, tempting him, telling him, come fuck me, I cannot help myself, I want you to give it to me.... Please free me...
And he would.... After tying her up, nice and tight, she wouldn't know what train had hit her, even when facing it head on... He finished wrapping a rope around her waist, just above her hip-bone, loosely, room to jiggle, manoeuvre the rope accordingly. As he wrapped the rope around her waist his gaze had never left her eyes, they turned a more vibrant green, liquid poison, Absinth held the same quality, it had been banned a century ago, due to its addictive qualities. La fée verte. (The green fairy) his green fairy. He would have some later, when he finished tying her up.
Scorpius pushed Rose down to her knees, he changed his mind, he didn't want to let her fall down when he was finished with her, and it was a precautionary act.
Scorpius summoned the next rope, adding two knots to the rope, there had to be space between them , the right amount for it to work, he knew how much space in between would be right, he knew it by heart.
He fastened the rope at the front of the rope around her waist, his finger traced the line from her naval down to where her lips started, prying them open, gently placing the rope against her skin between her delicate velvety folds, concentration, paramount.
"Ngaooh!" Rose looked at his eyes with even more surprise, as she understood where he was placing the twine. He placed the first knot in front of her vulva, sending a jolt of pleasure right up her core, the material was drenched as soon as he placed it at the right spot, and Rose had not stopped oozing her secret liquid. Her eyes pleaded him to stop; her senses went into overload already.
"No, sweet, there is more!" He whispered, placing the second knot at her anus, fastening the rope at her back, tugging at it ever so lightly.
Rose felt a faint vibration shooting down her core and anus as Scorpius tugged the rope, Rose toppled to the ground. Scorpius caught her before she hit her head on the ground. Sending even more vibrations through the twined chords, she clenched her muscles in her cunt, quivering enticing pulsations through the rope, pleasuring herself as she did so, her muscles started to clench involuntary, she experienced more stimulation, clenching, stimulation, clenching and "ooooooooohhhh" Rose wailed as the perpetual mobile send sent her into deep rope-space.
Scorpius smirked, her body made her cum and cum and cum until she would finally pass out. He had not even tied her wrists. He patted her head, as Rose's body, spasmed and jerked, sending her into deep bliss. "That's it sweet, let it go!" Scorpius was proud of himself, he had liberated her, her fluids had not stopped, staining the leather daybed, and he would let her lap it up later.
He went to the drinks cabinet, he located the bottle with the most enchanting green liquid, Absinth, or rather Green Fairy, and he would watch his pet as she fluttered into space.
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