Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Show me how to....	By : Sherlocked1971 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 42011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter canon. I make no money. I write for my own pleasure.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Thanks to Eclectic Pet, you're an awesome beta. I'm grateful.

Scorpius and Rose had a formal luncheon date, where after their ways parted. Scorpius promised her he would swing by next evening; Rose was due to leave for an eventful mission on Monday.
Scorpius returned to his flat, he needed a long hot soak in his tub; it had been stressful, he hadn't felt like this about a woman ever. She made him want to move faster than he should. He wanted to have sex with her; he would normally refrain from having sex with long-term lady friends. He wanted them on their toes as long as possible, sex was only a stress reliever for him, the lure, giving girls pleasure without the act of actual penetration was so much more rewarding. But Rose...aaah yes, Rose he wanted her under him looking in her eyes as he took her.
Yes, she would definitely be long-term, she wasn't aware she would be. He was investing in her, not only monetary but emotionally.
Warm water engulfing his body, clearing his head. He had only know her what?! Eighteen hours? She was filling his brain with all kinds of wickedness, he wanted, no needed to perform on her, submitting, she would literally eat out of his hand like the good kitten she ought to be.

When he was done cleansing himself he went to the double cubicle to get a Scottish Shower, turning the tap from warm to ice cold. His skin turned blue temporarily. He felt reborn when he dressed himself in clean crisp clothes. Silk boxers, Oxford shirt, sharp woollen pin stripe shirt, he had them dry cleaned after wearing them once. He owned so many suits he could wear a clean one every day for three months before his walk in wardrobe would turn empty, he even changed clothes two or three times a day, whatever made him feel better.
He'd requested his table and favourite girl at his club. He would eat in silence accompanied by a woman dressed in a tight netting dress. Her blood red lipstick and nails alongside with her black leather collar gave him a healthy appetite.
She wore a Fleur de Mal garment, Bad Flower or Malfoy. Bad Faith what's in a name anyway?
Her hair white blonde as his, at his request she was called Ivoire. She would perform at his personal show, he liked to watch, maybe he'd have her service him, he wasn't sure if he wanted her to. The redhead clouded his mind, drifting in and out of his brain. Delectable, fierce, unsettling, a Weasley.
When he was done with his meal, Ivoire dabbed his mouth clean. Scorpius ran his hand up the inside of her pale thigh his fingers brushing against her silk covered crotch as he teased her outer lips. Ivoire gasped as the fabric caressed her private parts. The male next to her was good at what he did, she'd wanted him to be hers, but she could never be a working girl’s fate.
However had he become like this? He'd been a championed quidditch player, girls were screaming his name, and he'd hated them for it, he couldn't stay on and play. He had to become anonymous to play the game he really wanted: dominance and submission. His father had become a spineless prick, his mother dominating him; Scorpius had had to take over the business, along with his grandfather Lucius as his guide. Draco hadn't been allowed to run the business after the war, Draco had tried to take over but he was broken in the war, Astoria his wife had taken over reign until Scorpius turned 21.
Scorpius discovered he liked to play with women, manipulating them into his fantasy. His ultimate goal, controlling their every move. Rose could keep her work for now, he'd see if that was enough or if he favoured a 24/7 lifestyle.

Rose was fierce, a powerful witch, it would be heady to watch a woman like her, succumbing into a torrid kind of state, submitting to whatever took his fancy.
Scorpius stood up, taking the leash to Ivoire's collar, he lead the way toward his private room one of three privately owned by him and his associates.
A valet came over holding the heavily black leather padded door open for him and his submissive to enter. The room was all black, several leather benches and poles carefully placed around the room. A fireplace, rug and comfortable leather chair. He preferred the chair, the girl could sit on his lap, he liked his kittens to sit on his lap, purring, nuzzling. He led Ivoire toward a bench; he had her leaning over it, head down, arse up. Scorpius selected black rope, binding her dainty wrist together, fastening it on a ring on the ground; he then tied her legs to the ground, half a meter a part, enough for him to work between her legs.
Ivoire gasped, she liked it, and she wanted to be punished. She was a sex slave; her reward for working in this club was getting her fix. Her clientele consisting of a few selected men, Scorpius at the top of her list. Saturday evening was his time slot. She had two others, they were particular with their choice, and she needed to be untainted.
Scorpius cast a preventative disease and pregnancy charm, he was a dab hand at wandless magic, Lucius had shown him some Dark Magic charms, and wandless was one of them. He rarely used it in public. Ivoire had known him for over a year now she knew. Scorpius looked at the tied up picture in front of him, black ropes along her wrists and ankles, lily-white skin, he poked his wand in the netting covered crack below her back, and he traced her seam downwards, nearing her silk clad back entrance. His wand buzzed, opening her netting, creating a niche in her silken triangle through to her puckered hole, lubrication dripping down from the tip of his wand. Tapping his hand, rubber gloves covered his hand, resembling skin. "Hhhmm, you've been a good little kitten haven't you?"
Ivoire nodded.
She knew what he wanted, she shouldn't make a sound, he hated that. She heard him uttering a glamour sound, her beautiful white tresses charmed into red flowing curls. It seemed she needed to play a role; Scorpius had never altered her appearance before.
"Your name is Rose now, do you understand?" He demanded, not asking, never asking, commanding. Yes! Telling her! Yes.
Never asking. No..., Ivoire preferred it; she didn't know what to do if she wasn't told.

She felt his finger probe her tight ring. Ssshhhh, oooh, he entered her with his finger. Rubbing her lips with his thumb, slowly pushing further, he had two fingers inserted in her. His other hand circling her bum.
Nice round globes, creamy, he whacked his hand across her buttock, a red stain appeared on her blank skin. Nice, very much so. Perfect no sound other than his hand slapping her skin. His finger entering her puckered hole, stretching it, he felt resistance, her muscle protesting. Retracting his thumb covered with delightful cream. He walked around towards her head; Ivoire looked up in his eyes. He slipped his thumb in her mouth for her to suckle.
"That's it kitten, have some cream!" His eyes fixed on hers. Scorpius unzipped his trousers, retrieving his still flaccid dick. Control, everything was about control.
Scorpius started to wank it to life, it stood erect when he was finished, retracting his skin, he let Ivoire lick it's pre cum covered slit. She adored it, he knew her well enough. He wanked it some more when he almost came he walked around, pushing himself right into her tight arse, he spanked her cheek, slowly easing in and out of her hole.

"Oh, Rose, yessss!" He exhaled. Retracting his dick once more, cum trickling down her legs. He had enough of her, scorgifying himself, and tucking his manhood back into his pants.
"I hate to tell you kitten, this was our last time together!" He regretted it, Scorpius had just made his mind up, Rose it would be. No more whores for him. He would have his own personal slut.
"Dominique, what have you done?" Rose fumed as she saw her cousin at the Burrows Sunday brunch. "You've landed me right in the middle of some rather deep shit girl. Setting me up with Mr Bad Boy himself!"
Dominique pulled Rose aside, no need to be overheard she figured.
"Hmmm, it was a success I gather?" She drawled with a smug look on her face. Rose had been in dire need of getting some servicing by the right man Dom had figured. They always had lunch whenever Rose came back from a mission. Last time they had lunch Rose had looked bleak and white at her gills. She needed to get laid, desperately so. She'd asked her new beau if he knew of anyone, gifted enough to show her cousin what she needed. Dom observed a rather flushed redhead. It had definitely worked, her complexion looked so much better. Dominique being part Veela knew if holes weren't serviced every now and again a body- and mind of course- went off the railing. Rose had looked in bad shape for some time now.
"A success! A...success that's what you call that?! You've got to be fucking kidding me!" She was furious.
"Nice coat by the way, new? Mmmm looks expensive, a gift I presume?" Dominique offered sweetly. She felt the material between her fingers, lovely cashmere wool and ooooh silk? Must've set him back some.
"Dominique stop it I'm talking to you?" Dominique was right it was Malfoy's gift for her she preferred it. She'd spent half an hour contemplating which one to wear, her old navy pea coat or this rather fine, warm elegant coat. A mistake, she knew it had been Dominique had caught on to the fact that it was expensive.
"Tell me, did he fuck you, Rose? Was it good? Mmmm, I bet it must have been…you look radiant!" Dominique smirked. Riling up Rose was always funny.
"No, Dominique, he didn't fuck me, now get that wanton smirk off your fucking Veela face?" Rose went into deep rant mode.
"He didn't fuck you?! But he must’ve gotten you off, I can smell it!" Dominique misread signals! It wasn't possible. Rose gave of that satisfied scent.
"Yes, well he did get me off, twice I might add, but he didn't fuck me, he ate me out and finger fucked me, but no dick in sight! Come to think of it he hasn't even kissed me on the lips, can you believe that?" Rose slumped on the sofa. "He was good at both though...." Credit where credit was due.
"Oh, well, are you going to see him again?" Dominique was glad her talent hadn't left her completely.
"Yes, well....." Rose squirmed a bit; she got all hot and bothered thinking about how he'd treated her. "He's coming over tonight, dropping of the clothes he bought for me yesterday...” Dominique was going to laugh at her.
"He bought you more clothes and this coat? Well, well, Mr. Malfoy never ceases to surprise me!" Dominique had to hand it to him; separating Rose from her pea coat was a first. If he'd gotten this far in 24 hours, than imagine what he could achieve.
"He, he has some strange way of showing, he likes me?" Rose whispered even in a more hush-hush tone, looking around if anyone was eavesdropping. "Like I said, he didn't snog, or fuck me, he looked at me!"
"Looked at you?" Dominique repeated her feigning not knowing what Rose was on about.
"Yes, well he asked, or rather ordered me to undress.... He watched me. It was so strange and arousing at the same time... He erm is also sweet and nurturing, he slept on the sofa after fucking me with his tongue." The memories making her wet. "He uhm is rather skilled...." Rose went red again.

"He acted coolly; he didn't even become hard when he was getting me off... Oh, I don't know, it was weird... Maybe he isn't in to me..." She felt a sting of sorrow saying this. She desperately wanted him to be into her.
"Hhhmm, well give him time to show you he likes you, you can always dump him if he isn't into you..." Dominique's voice lingered on. One thing she was sure of, Rose would fall hard and deep for Malfoy, he knew how to make women fall for him, Zabini had assured him Rose would be the girl for him. They were more than compatible, they themselves had never been aware that they were, destined.
Rose didn't know she wanted to be controlled; she'd always fought hard not to give into that side.
Dominique would know she was a Dominant; she had Rose submit to her a couple of times. Rose had played it down to cousins exploring what they wanted when in fact Dom was just that, as her name stated, he parents had seen it, the minute they held her when she was born. Like Victoire was victorious.
Rose being as red as her name, thorns and all, no Vanilla, Rose fought hard to pretend she was.

I have written about 21 chapters, the well is not nearly dried. Scorpius has so much in store for Rose. Hope you enjoy my installments, I have a lot of fun writing them or rather, Scorpius whispering them in my ear.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Show me how to....