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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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"Good morning dear!" A silken voice echoed in her head. Rose tried to open her eyes. Her head was thumping heavily behind her eyes. She adored dry white wine, but it hurt in the morning. Oh,flashes from the night before filled her already aching brain. The silken voice, had done things to her, she never imagined a man would do to her.
"No, no, no, don't think too much, have a shower, then join me for breakfast!" The voice interrupted her train of thought. Yes, shower, it was preferable. Rose opened her eyes, watching the blonde donning another fine jacket as he disappeared into the living room.

Oh, fuck, where were the rest of her clothes, she couldn't believe she was wearing her bra and nothing else. Had the blonde slept with her, the bed showing no sign of two people sleeping here, she had occupied one-half, the other one still crisp. Scorpius had not slept next to her this confused her even more. He had eaten her out, taking her to a place she didn't know existed, then refraining from fucking her.

Rose sat up, taking in her surroundings, a large four-poster bed, without curtains, a large chest behind the bed with her dress, stockings, knickers, her boots lying next to them. Two fluffy towels and a bath robe. It seemed her knickers were clean. Scorpius must have charmed them.

Rose showered, dressed and went into the living room.
"Morning kitten" Scorpius smirked, looking up from his morning paper.
He poured her tea, setting a plate with a fully English breakfast before her. "Eat some!" He said curtly. Returning to his paper. Scorpius was impeccably dressed, fine suit and tie. He had looked like this yesterday evening. Rose had thought he dressed for the occasion, but even on a Saturday morning, he wore a suit. Rose ate in silence, she preferred it to chit chat, she had spent her mornings alone for the past three years, she liked it, but she felt the blonde’s overwhelming presence, he exuded sex, a dampening feeling arose in her crotch. What was it with this male, making her lust again? he'd taken expert care of her last night, and she thought it would tide her over for the foreseeable future.
"Finished?" Scorpius lowered his paper, folding it neatly, placing it on a neat stacked pile next to the refrigerator. His place was immaculately clean; there wasn't an object out of place. Rose could only describe her place as a pig sty, not dirty but messy. Scorpius would hate it...
"Do you have plans today?" He asked her authoritatively. She couldn't say no even if she did have other plans. "Uhm, no why..." Rose spluttered. He wanted to spend more time with her. She felt that breakfast had been an obligatory thing. Hmmm, I guess not she mused.
"Well, I would like to take you shopping!" The remark made Rose nearly choke on her tea. She'd trouble not spluttering her tea around a man who wanted to take her shopping! It was so unheard of; blokes hated shopping, did they not?
"Yes, well, that overcoat of yours is so unfeminine it hurts my eyes, we'll need to get you another one!" He said firmly, his eyes didn’t leave hers. Yes, he'd heard her gasp with surprise; apparently, she'd never been taken shopping. Why were most men oafs? They should know better than to have their ladies walk around dressed like a man, a woman was a woman, dressed accordingly. And no, it didn't go unnoticed, her getting worked up by him, again. He liked that, she was reacting to him she clearly craved attention. Her wantonness getting the better of her. Good, he wanted her to become addicted. It was sexy…she was sexy...
"I rather like my coat...!" She tried.
Time being the imperative here.

Scorpius had to nip it in the bud. "Well I know you do! I don't like it, it doesn't suit you". He was being adamant about it he wouldn't tolerate her objection.
"But, but!" It was a warm coat, she'd bought it, and she couldn't let him decide for her could she? Hell no, she could wear what she liked.

"If, you’re going to be bratty about it, then just leave!" Scorpius gestured her towards the door. "Nice to have met you!" His demeanour had rapidly changed from friendly to hurt? Displeasure? Annoyance?
Rose wasn't sure; she didn't like him being hurt. What was a coat anyway, if he wanted her to have another coat, she could surely give in to him couldn't she?

'Crack!' He had just administered the first tear in her shield.

"Well fine then!" Rose huffed.
Scorpius smirked in his cup, that’s more like it; he mused. “What’s wrong with a man wanting his lady friend to look good?" Scorpius smiled complaisantly.
"Well, nothing really." No, she couldn't have any qualms about his proposition. He meant well coming from a different background surely, looks must matter.
Scorpius helped her into her coat; he pulled his coat over his suit. Before they went, he brought his blanket back to the bed room. So this is where he slept, Rose had wondered where he'd been during the night. He'd actually slept on the sofa. He was such a gentleman.
Scorpius had made a big deal demonstrating to her where he'd slept, he observed her, it mattered, how she reacted.
"Now, take my arm!" He said. She did as he asked.

The apparition sending them somewhere in a side street in busy London. "Wait!" Scorpius said, retrieving his smartphone.

Rose watched him rummage through his contacts, pausing at a name: Estelle…WTF?! Why would he call a woman? He'd been such a drama queen about her coat, and now he was calling a woman?
"Yes, hello? Estelle? Scorpius Malfoy here? I'm more than fine, thanks for asking. Are you currently working?" Waiting for a reply. "Yes, well I'm coming in shortly with a lady friend; she needs a black woollen overcoat!" Again waiting for a reply. "Yes, that’s it! Size six and let me see, yes a B- cup. Oh and have some dresses for us, you know what kind! See you shortly!" Scorpius turned around to a bewildered Rose.
"Wha, wha...?" She gasped.
"Estelle is a personal shopper at the store!" He answered self-assured. He wasn't having it. He was pulling in favours; she had no right questioning his motives.
He took her hand in his arm, walking towards the busy shopping street. Rose had no time or opportunity to talk back.
They arrived at a large Muggle department store. The black lettering on white marble reminding her of Scorpius’ money. She could never afford a dress from here! A coat would be a month’s pay, definitely.
Scorpius held the door for her; she walked into a white clean tiled area, the security man smiled with recognition when he saw Scorpius. "Lord Malfoy!" Scorpius nodded at the man.
Rose rode the escalator with Scorpius, standing behind him; she saw his stiff back, his perfect tousled hair, manicured hand holding the sliding belt. She felt so out of place, she wanted to turn around and run. She was so uncomfortable.
Scorpius waited at the top, taking her hand in his, he placed a kiss in her neck. "I think you are the single most sensual thing I've seen!" His breath on her skin, swooning her, making her knees feel weak. His hand cupping the back of her head. Not pulling back, he nuzzled her nose, his eyes, peering into hers. His minty breath alluring, enticing, comforting her, she needed this.

Rose caught the other shoppers, observing them, they were rather envious, Rose could tell, it gave her a sense of being proud to have a man like Scorpius beside her. He was so strikingly handsome.
"Hello Lord Malfoy!" A woman’s voice sounded. Rose glanced over Scorpius shoulder. An impeccably coiffured older woman dressed in a black two-piece signalling she worked here. A measurement lint around her neck, a name tag pinned to her blouse: 'Estelle'. Rose felt stupid for being jealous.
"And the lovely lady?"
"Rose, Miss Rose Weasley!" Scorpius beamed.
"Ah Rose, nice to meet you, I've placed the garments in our private changing area!" Estelle said as she led the way.
Scorpius held Rose’s hand in his when they made their way to the back of the second floor.
Estelle opened the door with a special key a large hall leading to four doors behind said door.
"I've placed the garments on the rack; I'll leave you to it! If there's anything you need, you know how to reach me?" She showed them into the private dressing area.
A vanity with a stool, a large mirror, a sofa and a club chair being the only furniture. A large rack containing several dresses and three black woollen overcoats. Rose had never heard of a private dressing room let alone it being furnished. She was thoroughly shaken by what money could do.
Scorpius helped Rose out of her coat, placing his cover coat on the sofa. He wandered over to the rack; he took a black cocktail dress from the rack he gave it to Rose. "Might as well start with this one."
Rose looked around; there wasn't a secluded spot for her to change.
Scorpius took a seat in the chair, crossed his legs again, he looked at his manicured nails. "Now, would be a good time to start undressing! Dear!" He commanded.
He was serious about this; he wanted her to take of her clothes again with him watching her.
Rose placed the coat hanger and dress on a peg. She walked over to Scorpius, "would you please assist me with my zipper?" She decided to give him what he wanted. Hed seen her at her most intimate anyway. She couldn't see what he thought; his face was as blank as she'd seen faces. He gave no clue whatsoever.
Rose stepped out of the dress leaving her in her underwear. She wanted to put on the dress.
"Uhm, dear shouldn't you take your bra off? I think this dress would look ridiculous with a bra underneath." Scorpius stated coolly.
Rose reluctantly reached behind her back unclasping her bra, setting her B-sized breasts free. She lacked confidence to object to what he asked of her; on the other hand, his tone made her feel all hot and bothered. It felt like a turn on.
Nice and firm, Scorpius mused. He had given her several commands, she was still not responding swiftly, she was coping, and he had to have patience with her. She was the perfect dressing doll; her body would look good in anything. He'd seen her aureoles, exquisite, cherry red, like her mouth, just perfect, he hadn't seen her nether lips yesterday evening it had been too dark but he gathered they were the same colour. Yes, white rope would do nicely.
Rose took the dress from its hanger, stepping into it, pulling the spaghetti straps over her shoulders, adjusting the black lacy dress, walking over to Scorpius again.
"Put on some black heals first!" He commanded. He had this picture in his head of Rose; she had to look just right, no, she would look right.
Rose did as he asked selecting high heels in her size, several sizes stood there waiting. She sauntered over to Scorpius; he had to zip her up she couldn't reach it.
She stood before him, her curls aside, he zipped her up.
"Come sit!" He tapped his knee, gesturing her to sit on his leg, and she did as he asked.
"Good, girl!" He said. Rose sat with her hands in her lap. She didn't know what to do, didn't know what Scorpius wanted. She was confused.
"Look at me!" He tilted her head by her chin.
Rose didn't respond immediately, Scorpius acted odd, he treated her like a mannequin. She felt so degraded by him; she was a fierce auror for crying out loud.
"Rose, look at me!" digging his fingers deeper in her chin.
Rose looked him in his eyes. Dark grey almost liquid Mercury. Heat flashing inside them.
"You deserve the best!" He spoke softly, his voice nearly croaking with lust.
Rose could feel it now, heat emanating, tension building between them.
"I want to see you dressed in nothing than the finest fabrics, you so deserve them!" He cooed.
"Do you think so...?" Rose said shyly, she was angry with herself for doubting his motives. He meant well.
Scorpius pulled her head towards his, Rose expected a kiss on her lips. He surprised her as he kissed her jaw, quite sensually, Rose gasped.
Scorpius moved his lips south towards her collarbone. "Mmmm, you smell so nice! It's hard for me not to touch you...!"
Rose felt his breath on her, his words making her delirious.
One of her straps came down, Scorpius’ hand moved towards the strap. Rose thought he would put it back over her shoulder, when he yanked the fabric down tearing the delicate fabric, revealing her bud; he cupped her breast with his hand.
The move so surprising, Rose yelped as he grabbed her breast very firmly, squashing her nipple. A moan escaped her mouth. Oh gods, this was tantalising. He was brute with her, and she liked it...
His other hand went between her legs, pulling her crotch aside, and thrusting two fingers in her wetness. He looked her in her eyes. "Say stop if you want me to!"
Rose didn't say anything, his fingers in her cunt, and his hand on her breast, how could she tell him to stop?
"No, sound dear!" He pumped his fingers in and out her dripping flesh; he pinched her nipple between his fingers, adding to an onslaught of her senses.
Rose grabbed the back of his neck with her hand, her other hand covering her mouth to prevent her from making a noise.
His fingers inside her, pumping in and out in at a dazzling pace, it almost hurt, he was so rough with her. He slammed his mouth over her breast, his tongue suckling her, nursing her, he sucked her breast into his mouth, his teeth grazing her nipple, it hurt, soon replacing it with a deep sense of lust, she wanted more, deeper, faster, fuller. She bucked her hips, trying to cause more friction.
Scorpius let go of her breast, "Look at me slut, you like this huh? Answer your Sir!" He demanded.
"Yessss, Sir I...I. I like it, please more!" Rose looked in his eyes, he was panting as his fingers rutted in and out her throbbing cunt.
Scorpius suddenly stopped, retracting his fingers, inserting his index, his thumb lazily rubbing her clit. Rose had to hold on to Scorpius as he brought her to her high. She was putty in his hands.
"Nnnggggg, hhhhhh!" Rose stifled her orgasm, flooding Scorpius’ fingers and trousers with her cum. Her ears where ringing like mad, her heart running into overdrive, her walls clenching around Scorpius’ fingers.
Scorpius watched her eyes as she came undone, she returned his gaze cross-eyed, she was cuming hard, her cheeks flushed she was such a pretty sight.
Scorpius had succeeded in keeping his dick flaccid, he praised him self on his will power.
He pulled his fingers from her pussy, his hand coated with her sticky white cream. She smelled and tasted fucking good, but he'd reward her for being complacent.
"Here kitten, have some cream! You earned a treat for being good!" He held a finger for her mouth, Rose reluctantly opened her mouth, she licked his fingers. She had never tasted her own cum. The taste was sweet, bitter, heady... It seemed to make Scorpius happy with her; she made work sucking his fingers.
When she finished she became aware of the dress, it was in a right mess. She didn't want Estelle to see the state it was in. A strap had been broken, there was a large tear where her breast was hanging, and it was stained by Rose’s cum. She felt tears sting behind her eyes, she wasn't even the teary kind of person. She didn't know why she was like this.
"Now, now, now, there, Estelle doesn't have to see this dress, I'll make sure she doesn't. He reassured her, he didn't want to see her upset, and it seemed she was on the edge of breaking down in tears. Scorpius wondered why she got so affected when she so obviously orgasmed so enthusiastically. He pulled his wand from his coat "Scourgify!" He said, and the dress was clean. "Reparo!" The dress returning to its previous state.
"Now dear, show me the other dresses!" He told her softly. It would please him so much seeing his pet project twirl around in the dresses he'd asked for. Estelle was an absolute gem.
Finally, Scorpius selected all three woollen trench coats and several dresses. Rose choose a dress for lunch, pulling on her Cashmere Mac, donning black lacquered heels.
Scorpius complimented her on her look she looked classy; he could bring her home looking like she did. His mother liked well-groomed women.
Scorpius asked Estelle to have Rose’s old wardrobe, her new outfits to be sent to his home.
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