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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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Thank my beta Eclectic Pet for being so awesome, she betaed this piece, I promised her I'd be able to post it whilst on Holliday. As it turned out my iPad couldn't leach from my smartphone, the signal was simply to low. So appologies to her, will send her chocolate.... By the way France was hot even in the Alps. Well here's the next chapter enjoy!

Lord Malfoy Cordially invites you to his private club: Malevic.

Dress code: wicked

Date: Saturday 8pm.

Accept and submit to his will

Decline is forever goodbye.

RSVP

Rose read the black card three times. It had arrived by owl. The silver lettering against the black, no hang on, very dark green, almost black. The club logo embossed on the back of the card. 'MALEVIC' adorned by two silver devils horns. ‘Accept and submit to his will' she had read it three times to make sure she understood, he told he liked it rough, submitting, she knew what it entailed.
As she read the card Rose heard a knock on her door, a messenger dropped a black box off, a silk ribbon tied around it. A gift? She knew who sent it.
She untied the ribbon, lifted the lid and pushed the thin paper aside, revealing black lacquered stilettos with red soles completing the wickedness. Rose groaned she had to practice wearing them, she needed to contact her cousin Dominique, and lessons would be the right thing to do. Rose noticed some black silk lying below the shoes, a dress? Rose lifted the black fabric from the box, it looked like a slip on, this wasn't a dress; it was barely fabric. Rose swallowed back bile. Black garters and stockings were also awaiting her attention. She definitely needed Dominique to help her get her head around this.

Scorpius was joking. Right! She couldn't wear this, not in public anyway.
Rose fired up her floo, sticking her head in the green flames, “Dominique?"
"Yes, Rose?" The blonde came in view.
"Would you be so kind to assist me with matters in hand?" Rose face appeared concerned towards her cousin.
"Yes, Rose, let me dress and I'll be over shortly!" Dominique answered. She'd been clad in rather inappropriate visiting garments.
She placed a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek, "I'll be back in a jiffy!" She said, as the rather unfortunate dark male was left in a rather compromising position. He was handcuffed to a pole as she was whipping him with her riding crop. Giorgio Zabini pouted, it had been his submission day and they were getting to the good part. Dominique was named accordingly, Dom.
Dominique slipped her dress over her leather bustier, picked up her cloak and grabbed a hand filled with floo powder before stepping into the green flames; "Rose’s place!"
Giorgio watched his woman disappear in the green flames. What to do now, wait here for her to return was the only thing he could do, how to kill time? Releasing his massive hard on would be a big, no -no, Dominique would crush his balls. "Oh, fuck!" He groaned as he watched his enormity trapped inside his cock ring. What the fuck had Malfoy been up to, that Rose had to turn to Dominique like this? Giorgio flopped onto the bed and waited for his mistress to return from her exigent errand. Patience is a virtue he tried to muse, but he couldn't, his groin was so painful he passed out lying on his back on Dominique's bed.
"Hey sweetie! Where's the fire?" Dominique found Rose staring at a black card, the logo looked all too familiar.

So Scorpius had upped the ante. Mmmm, deliciously wicked boy... Dominique mused, by the looks of it Rose didn't know what to do, the little red head could be so endearing, she had no clue whatsoever about her own needs.
"Here read!" She shoved her card toward Dominique. Rose pinched the bridge of her nose, her other hand on her hip. "What do you make from this, cuz?"
"Well... What do you think it is Rose?" Dominique flipped the question.
"Well, he wants me to attend the club and show him I'll do anything he wants me to do, right?" She tapped her foot on the wooden flooring.
"Hhhm, I guess so Rose. Do you want to play the game?" Rose knew what game; she knew what scene Dom was involved in.
Rose groaned, closing her eyes, Scorpius was forcing her to make a decision, he left her with a deal breaker, take it or leave was the message. She wanted Scorpius, she knew she did, he was everything she wanted, beautiful, strong, caring, and he had a dark side. She was even more drawn to his darker side, it thrilled her, and she craved it. Scorpius could do anything to her. Was she ready for that kind of relationship? Submit... It was a huge thing.
She stood there contemplating the issue, which had been presented to her.
"Look, this is what he wants me to wear, it's nothing really; a black silk slip on, no bra or knickers, suspenders and stockings and these shoes. Gods I'm getting wet, just looking at them!"
"Well that's the spirit dear, getting wet thinking about how you'll look in these.
"Can you prepare me, finish my look, and teach me how to walk in these shoes?"
"Hahaha, Rose my favourite tomboy cousin, of course I will. Malfoy will be so pleased with you!" Dominique laughed heartily at her cousin.
Rose felt elated; she was doing this, submitting to a man, not any man, Scorpius Malfoy.
"I'll show you how to walk in these, and I'll swing by tomorrow to beautify you, okay, hun?" Dominique reassured Rose. She hoped Rose knew what she was letting herself in for. She'd come across Malfoy numerous occasions, hell she had set Rose up along with another cousin of theirs who frequented the scene. She assured her Rose would be perfect for Scorpius.
Rose had some darker issues that needed proper guidance, Malfoy would train her accordingly. Dom wasn't sure if Rose knew about her inner darker urges. She had displayed them on numerous occasions, Dominique could always make her do what she wanted, and Rose happily agreed to her every whim. Funny, that, Rose was a kick-ass-auror, she was a right menace to baddies, and she was a dormant sub at heart. Her past relations had been not so bad ass types who made her feel bad about herself, they tried to keep her down but only succeeded in being nasty about her looks. Dominique had to set those men straight, with pleasure she thought back. She had easily seduced them and hexed their bollocks like there was no tomorrow.
"What are you smiling about Dominique?" Rose commented as she watched Dominique’s complacent smile. "No, nothing, just thinking back at those boys who vied for your attention, they simply weren't worthy, but Scorpius on the other hand is worthy of your attention my dear! The man is beyond delicious. Now let's put those shoes to practice. She clapped her hands, handing the shoes over to her cousin. "You should wear some stockings; your feet have to adjust to wearing stockings and high-heeled shoes."
Rose rehearsed walking in them for an hour and got tired of it, she said goodbye to Dominique and wrote an RSVP note to Scorpius, accepting his invitation. She fastened the note to her owl and watched it fly off. Her heart was beating ferociously, no going back now. Scorpius would surely fuck her, he had to, and she couldn't take the longing feeling. She sat on her bed and put her fingers to work, digging her fingers into her overly wet pussy, pushing them into her slick cavity. Thinking about the blonde male, thrusting her fingers with vigour, climaxing with Scorpius on her retina. Oh gods, yes, that was good, taking of the edge of her nervousness. She climaxed but it wasn't enough, leaving her with a slight unfulfilled throb. Bringing her fingers to her lips, savouring her own juices. Enjoying her tanginess, 'sick little cunt' a voice snarled at her from the back of her mind. Leaving Rose with a feeling of dread.

Dominique arrived two hours prior to her date. Dominique shaved and waxed Roses pussy, it was as bare as a pre-teen’s would be. Dominique found pleasure in preparing her cousin for her big date.
She had bathed, Rose washing her body and rinsing her curls, drying them with a special glamour. Rose’s curls were shiny and bouncy, and Dominique suggested she should leave them hanging loose. Scorpius could fist his fingers in them when he wanted to. Dominique accentuated her green eyes with some kohl and chubby stick, smoky eyes was what dominants preferred, Scorpius certainly would.
Rose apparated safely toward Knockturn Alley. Her hair cascading with glossed curls behind her back, her robes held tightly together by her hand, she didn't want any onlookers seeing her dressed inappropriately. The entrance was closed, a black door, the letters MALEVIC glossy black painted on a black matte door. Silver horns pointing up. Rose knocked at the door, a black slide opened, and a set of deep blue eyes peered at her. The slide closed again, the door opened, a fat gorilla type man held the door. “MS. Weasley, do come in the boss is expecting you!" The man said with a deep baritone voice. Sending a somewhat pleasurable feeling down her spine, the atmosphere alarmed her, but she felt a swell of anticipation at what was to come in the pit of her stomach. One would call them butterflies fluttering nervously.
Rose heard her heels click on the black marble as she set foot in the club; large, potted palms decorated the entrance obscuring direct view of the main floor. Soft music played exotic smells penetrated her nose, sandalwood, musk and mint. Rose’s eyes needed to adjust to the dimmed lights, torches illuminated the room sparsely.
A waitress appeared, she asked Rose for her robes, which she reluctantly parted with, as she was scarcely clad in stockings, garters and a black slip dress. For all she could have been standing there completely naked. The waitress sent her robes toward a peg with a swish of her wand and asked Rose to follow her. The waitress was wearing a skin-tight black leotard and black brassiere.
Rose watched the woman walk with swaying hips. Luckily, the club felt warm and comfortable on her naked arms.
Rose saw several booths occupied by indistinguishable groups of people, she also made out pairs, and she wasn't able to identify what they were up to. Shimmering black curtains closed off the booths. The waitress lead her towards a large booth right at the back, it was placed on an elevated platform. The woman held the curtain open so she could step in.
Rose expected to find Scorpius in there, but was surprised it would be accompanied by two others. A man clad in the same gentleman’s attire as Scorpius and a woman dressed nearly similar to Rose. Around the woman’s neck, a thin leather collar stood out against her white skin. The woman had her eyes lowered and didn't look up at the next guest, one of her hands resting on the man’s thigh, the other wrapped around a champagne flute.

Rose was hit with a painful flash of recognition when seeing the woman and man.

She would never have imagined for the life of her the woman was into this sort of thing, she felt betrayed and comforted at the same time.

Can anyone guess who the mysterious woman is, if you do, you'll earn my deepest respect.
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