• 1-prologue
• 2-1
• 3-2
• 4-3
• 5-4
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Harry paused at his study’s door,
mulling over Blaise’s earlier words as well as his
answering ones. He did want to fuck him, hell, who wouldn’t, but he was going to get a rush knowing the blonde had
been driven to the point where he had
to beg Harry to take him… Not that that excluded playing with his slave’s body, or having said blonde suck him to kingdom cum, mind
you. He only knew that the first time he actually penetrated the waiting
blonde, it would be to fevered cries for him to go harder and faster, not
protests and struggled attempts to get free. He
absentmindedly wondered if the blonde had already discovered that Harry would
not let anyone play with what was his… which included the blonde. Oh, how he’d
love to walk in on the blonde attempting to jerk off, only to find himself
unable to cum due to the spell Harry had put on him earlier. Only Harry’s touch
would dispel the magicked cockring…
a slightly altered version of the spell Amazon Warrior Witches had come up with
to make sure their male captives would only be able to cum when doing so aided
in providing the Amazons with new daughters to continue their traditions. Now,
why couldn’t Binns have taught them such things,
instead of the tiresome Goblin rebellions? Ah well. The spell would only lift
the constriction when Harry touched the cock, and would reinstated
soon after the touch had left until he chose to undo the spell… an act
extremely unlikely to occur.

Once he did
open the doors, he walked in purposefully, sitting down at the desk and
beginning to fill out paperwork as if the blonde was not even present. Only
after sealing the third letter did his hand travel down to play in the blonde
hair as he began to read the financial report, satisfied that the blonde knew
not to openly pull away by now. The blonde was on a cushion by his side again,
this one a dark leather that easily fit in with the other items in the study.
The blonde would get used to his new position soon enough.

“If you spread your knees apart a bit, it makes it easier.”
he offered when he noticed the blonde fidgeting after another few documents
were filled out and signed, not wanting his slave unable to walk afterward.
“You could also try sitting Indian style, as much as I like the concept of you
kneeling at my feet.”

“I’d rip the robes.” the blonde negated, adding ‘Master’
just as Harry was about to note his indiscretion.

“By all means then, take it off.” he told him, looking over
the stack of things that had piled up before deciding to turn his attention to
the blonde at his feet for now. “Come now, on your feet.” he insisted, making
sure the blonde understood he had not simply been jesting. He should have
instructed the elves to have him take the robe off when they escorted him here.
The blonde got up at Harry’s tug on the arm, the following push on his back
leading him towards the middle of the room. “Stay there a minute once the
robe’s off.” Harry added as an afterthought, the alabaster skin mixing beautifully
with the décor… might as well keep it in his line of sight.

When Harry
looked up again, the blonde was still standing before him, any wall or
furnishing just out of reach, leaving him visibly fatigued. With a smirk, Harry
stood and started tracing patterns on the blonde’s arms as he circled. Merlin
did he love the little shivers that ran through the boy as his fingers weaved
atop the smooth skin. Work was over for now… it was long overdue for the fun to
start. His ministrations moved from shoulders to neck, the blonde tilting his
head to stretch the sensitive skin. Harry smirked as he traced the Adam’s apple
before moving on to trace the chest insignia before once again veering slightly
lower. A sharp intake of breath affirmed that the blonde was sensitive, and that Harry would have to remember to play with
the dark nubs more often. He switched tactics after whispering “perfect”
directly into the blonde’s ear, letting his other hand trace the blonde’s spine
as his right fell back at his side. The blonde’s breaths grew quicker as the
hand traveled south at the slowest pace Harry could manage, eyes lock on the
stormy gray pools as they swam in uncertainty and comprehension. Fear, too…

Harry
smirked as his palm settled snuggly at the small of the blonde’s back, ceasing
its descent. He could just make out the tip of the growing betrayal of the
blonde by his own body, pausing his hand longer than
he’d planned, watching the growing erection’s progress. The fingers stretched
out towards the blonde’s side, their increasing pressure forcing the boy to
turn and face him. Left hand still loosely wound around the blonde’s middle,
Harry held the gray orbs in his own green before saying “you’ll have to ask to
go lower,” electing something between a moan and a whimper form the blonde.
“You’ll have to ask for most things of this nature… all pleasurable ones, at
least.”

A/N:

LadyX: Sorry, I think I found the place that confused you (the “…realized who
she meant” thing), and have to apologize for the typo. Blaise
is a guy… no sex changes between chapters. At first I had thought that you
simply thought I’d made him a girl since many authors have done it on accident,
till I got your other review noting the flipping between his sex.
Thanks for catching that, I appreciate it, and it has been corected.
Guess that's what happens when you don't have a Beta >