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The Game	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 25460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter and do not make any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Game
- 1
A/N: This story was written for hp_prisonerfest on livejournal a couple years ago and I realized I haven’t published it anywhere so I thought I’d drop it off while I’m cleaning up all of my WIPs as well.

If you didn’t read the warnings, well, this is a kinky one ;) enjoy!

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A soft mewl escaped from a pair of plump red lips as Ginny stretched her limber body, every muscle aware of the rigorous Quidditch practice she’d just finished with. Apparently, the steaming shower had not been enough to soothe her aching limbs and she contemplated whether or not to drink a pain potion before bed. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt anything since the next day was Saturday and she could therefore sleep in through the grogginess the potion always imposed, she dug it out of the trunk at the front of her bed and was consequently snapped at by Vicky Frobisher who always got mad at Ginny when she came in late from practice. Or any other reason for that matter. Ginny whispered her apologies through gritted teeth reminding herself that it was only by the fact that Vicky preferred her Charms Club to Quidditch that Ron was even on the team. Rolling her eyes, Ginny drank the acrid liquid and placed it as quietly as possible back into her trunk, glancing at Vicky’s bed hangings to be sure she hadn’t woken the snippety princess.

With a sigh of relief Ginny finally sank into bed and blew out her candle. She threw a lonesome look at the moon which was, by now, floating high in the sky and wondered if she would ever get used to being alone. Her relationship with Dean had just gotten too intense, too much for her to handle. She liked to think that she was a strong woman, capable of handling anything, but Dean…was different. He made her feel too many things. She had only just turned sixteen! She should be able to date guys and just chuck them aside when she got bored. They shouldn’t be demanding for her back and she shouldn’t be tempted to take them back. She had too much to think about, what with O.W.L’s coming up in a few weeks…she couldn’t keep getting distracted. She couldn’t be staying up all night reveling in their sexual fantasies, couldn’t spend class time aching for night, couldn’t spend those nights touching herself to memories of him so he could finally get some rest…this kind of obsession wasn’t healthy. It was better that they were apart. All she needed was a little time to get used to it, that was all.

Groaning, knowing sleep would elude her for hours to come, she flopped out of bed intending to walk the grounds to clear her mind but the second her feet touched the ground her world pitched forward and she was shoved roughly into black.

***

The first thing that registered to her bleary mind was that she was thirsty, her throat dry as parchment. She tried to reach out her left hand toward her bedside table where a goblet of water always sat but she was restrained. Her groggy mind tried again and again but her arm was just too heavy. No…something was stopping it, holding her back. Wetting her lips, Ginny opened her unfocused eyes where it seemed a strange thick veil was draped over them. She blinked a few more times and her surroundings wobbled into view. It was dark, only a few flickering candles providing enough light to deduce that she was in some kind of cellar or basement, the dauntingly grey stone walls making her shake her head to clear it, except that it did nothing but send her world spinning uncontrollably until she thought she might be ill. A look to her left and right revealed the fact that she was chained to the wall, thick leather straps wound about her wrists and ankles. She could also see a table, the things cluttering it too blurry to make out. There were shapes on the wall and flickering shadows moved over the racks of what looked like torture devices. What was happening? She had to wake up! She shook her head again, her sight curtailing into a darkened spiral which made her stomach heave. She moaned but stopped abruptly when she heard the distinct sound of expensive shoes on the cement floor. Her head whipped up and she tried to ask who was there but only she could only admit a croak. The soft chuckle told her everything.

“Dean?” she grated out. Her heart accelerated to alarming speeds. On the one hand she was terrified by the situation: clingy ex-boyfriend, chained to the wall, creepy dungeon. On the other hand his silken laugh had an instant reaction to her most intimate areas which began to flood immediately at the thought of him.

“Finally decided to join the living, I see.”

“Dean, what the fuck is going on?” was what she tried to say, but nothing much got past her scratchy throat. He did that slow, oh-so-sexy chuckle again and Ginny thought she would die. No, don’t get sucked into this again! He’s a control freak, a total dominator!

And you love every bit of it…

“Water?” he offered, pressing a goblet to her lips, making her jump since she’d had no idea he was so close. He dumped the water into her mouth which overflowed quickly and most of it ended up down her front as she choked and spluttered and gasped as she realized when the cold liquid hit her body, that she was completely naked. She shouldn’t have been surprised, Dean never much liked her clothed anyhow, but this was beyond anything he’d ever done before and she found herself rather nervous. How mad was he about her breaking up with him? Would he actually hurt her?

She hated how slow her mind was working, the effect of her pain potion, no doubt. But wait, no…this was way worse than groggy. Her equilibrium still had not settled and she was feeling slightly nauseas still-and oh-so dizzy. How did she get here anyway?

“Dean, what is going on?” she was finally able to ask.

“Oh, nothing out of the ordinary, to be sure. I’m just making you realize who you’re meant to be with.”

She still couldn’t see him. He was standing just to her right in the shadows and she wasn’t quite able to turn her head far enough.

“Dean, seriously, this is too far,” she said, her voice steady although her heart was thrumming rapidly in her chest. “When I said we were over, I meant it.”

“Oh, I know,” he said, his voice coming nearer. “But this…this is just the beginning.”

“Beginning of what? Dean-,”

“Would you like some more water?”

Yes, she desperately wanted to call out, but she had to stand strong. “That isn’t important. Just let me go and I won’t tell McGonagall about this-”

“Would you like more water? That’s all I’m asking. We’ll get to the rest in a minute.”

Sighing in defeat, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer until he was ready to supply it, she nodded.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” she sighed exasperatedly. She could sense he was on one of his macho-man trips.

“Say you would like some water.”

“Dean-”

“Say it!”

Rolling her eyes she gave in. “I would like some water.”

“And what are you willing to do for it?”

This was getting her nowhere. “Nothing! Dean, seriously, this is enough. Take these things off me and let me go!”

“I don’t think so. Not yet, at least.”

“This isn’t funny. This is stalker-ish and completely unacceptable! When McGonagall hears about this-”

“McGonagall won’t know a thing about any of this,” he said menacingly, his voice taking on a tone that screamed danger. If he was in one of his moods he could be terrifying. She knew better than to fight with him when he was like this. The best she could do would be to placate him and make him feel like he was in charge.

“Alright, I won’t tell her anything. But you have to let me go.”

“I will, in due time.”

“No, not in due time, now! What do you think this is, a game?”

“Alright, if you’d like to think of it that way, we can play a game. We’ll make it like one of those Muggle game shows on the telly. I’ll ask a question, and you try to answer it. Every answer you get wrong, there will be a punishment. For every answer you get right, a prize. How does that sound?”

“Dean, I’m not going to play this. This is stupid-”

“Wrong answer.”

Ginny cried out as her hair was yanked back and sharp teeth dug into her shoulder hard enough to draw blood. She struggled against him but he pulled back, stepping into shadows once more.

“What the fuck?” she screamed, her shoulder burning, her eyes tearing up. She knew he liked to bite, to play rough, but he’d never drawn blood before. What was going on with him? Was he on something? Under a spell? “That hurt! What is your problem?”

“I’m not the one with the problem here, Ginevra. You’re the one who answered the question wrong.”

“Fuck your question!”

“That’s not the right answer either.”

She screamed when he advanced on her. “Alright, alright, I’ll play your stupid game! Just stop, okay?”

He was close enough now that she could finally see his chocolate face, smooth as syrup, every line and shape perfection. But the smile on his face he usually wore for her was twisted. He looked almost demented.

Even in their strangest of games Ginny had never felt this terror. She’d been nervous a few times, but never like this. She had never thought he would hurt her.

“What is this all about? Why are you acting like this?” she asked, her voice quivering.

“You haven’t won the privilege for a question yet, love,” he said. “In fact, you still deserve a punishment. But since I love you so very much, I’ll let this one pass. But don’t make the mistake of thinking I’ll let you slide again. Are we understood?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good. Now, my pet, we’ll get onto a nicer subject. You do know I hate hurting you, don’t you?”

She bit back her sarcastic remark, the fire from her shoulder reminding her that he was not in a playful mood, however much his “game” would suggest. “Yes.”

“Good. Do you love me?”

She hated that her reply to this would be the truth and her eyes slid downward to the floor which wavered from the potion. “Yes.”

“That’s two right answers, which means you deserve two rewards. Would you like that water now?”

“Yes.”

She saw him bend down and pick up the goblet and followed his lithe body up as he stood. He was still in school uniform, sans the robe, and he looked just as beautiful as ever. He stroked her cheek and cupped her chin with one long fingered hand; the other held the cup to her lips much more gently than last time so that she could sip the cool beverage. When she’d had her fill she turned her head away and he walked the goblet over to the table which was coming into focus now that her sight was shedding the white veil. She sucked in an uneven breath as she realized that the objects scattering the table were whips, chains, a pile of black fabric, a black case and several other things she couldn’t quite make out. And then the walls themselves were lined with what looked like implements of torture. Her body began to shake.

“Now, my sweet,” Dean cooed. “It’s time for your second reward. Do you remember the first time we made love?”

Ginny’s eyes closed over the memory as he described it in sweet detail, his words flowing over her like silk, sinking into her every pore and dipping into whorls of pleasure only he knew how to unleash.

It had been a Tuesday evening just months into their new relationship. An autumn rain storm had forced Harry to call practice off early and the entire team had slogged to the changing rooms, defeated. One by one the team members had left until Ginny was quite alone, slightly put-off that Dean hadn’t come to see her. She’d taken to the showers in lieu of the ones upstairs so she could have some privacy. She remembered standing under the spray as the tiny beads of water pounded her tired muscles and the need to urinate had come over her. Figuring she was alone, she let herself go until she’d heard someone gasp. The tight pain that had seized her nub as she cut off the stream, mortified, screamed at her as she turned to the noise. There stood Dean, in his full naked glory, his long, thick erection bobbing ahead of him like those Muggle toys her dad stashed in the shed, their heads nodding ridiculously. She’d cried out in dismay, covering herself and yelling at him to leave but he came to her anyways, slowly, like a panther stalking his prey, just as he did now, his eyes deep, intense, caught in a memory as steamy as the room.

“Do you remember what I said to you?” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath making her shiver, her treacherous body straining for him.

In unison, they chanted his words from that fateful night: “Do not hide any piece of yourself from me, for I want all of you as you have taken all of me.”

Ginny blinked and when she opened her eyes the room was morphing, twisting. Panic gripped her until the room straightened itself. They were in the locker room showers, the dungeon gone, and hot water was pelting down upon her. She cried out, ducking her head and sputtering as it ran into her eyes and mouth. She opened her mouth to question him, her fuzzy brain confused, but he just closed his over hers, his tongue coming forth to capture her own in a wild and crazy dance which took her breath away.

“Let us have this night,” he whispered. The shackles holding her up disappeared and she would have crashed to the ground had he not held her up as her legs were still wobbly. “Come, surely you must need to relieve yourself.”

And suddenly an overpowering urge to use the loo came over her. She gasped in its strength and she had to clench her nether regions to keep from letting it go. What was going on, here? How did she just suddenly need to go? And why were they in the locker rooms? They hadn’t moved, had they?

“Come on, baby,” he begged, as he often had for her to do this. “I need you so badly. Would you deny me?”

His dark eyes implored her and she had trouble remembering why she would refuse him anything. But she shook herself mentally and forced herself to remember every harsh word, every crazy, sexual act he had wanted from her which had pushed the edge and made her realize that he was not like other men. Not everyone could possibly enjoy this kinky things he was into and she refused to allow him to bully her into it anymore.

“No, this has gone far enough,” she said, pulling on her Weasley courage. She could do this, she thought as his eyes turned murderous. “We’re over!”

“Wrong answer,” he growled and his hand shot forward faster than she could think. His long fingers gripped her straining nub and pinched her roughly. She cried out in pain, her eyes tearing as he rolled the aching nub harshly between his thumb and forefinger. She shoved at him and begged him to stop but knew it would do no good. He was too large, and when he really wanted something, he would get it. What she hated the most was that she could feel herself getting wet by his actions, her body responding to the dominating behavior she so loved. She bit back a moan as his fingers softened, the movement invoking a hot rush of pleasure. “You know you want me.”

“Yes,” she sighed, then screamed at herself for giving in so easily. No, this could not be happening! She could not let him take control of her again! But a low moan escaped her as his middle finger delved into her folds, sinking into her to his knuckle.

“You’re so wet, love,” he muttered, dipping his face into the spray of the shower head above them to nibble at her throat. “So wet and hot. Please, I need you.”

One part of her pleaded the other not to, while that other, naughtier side, asked her why she shouldn’t just give in to what she knew would be mutual pleasure. She did love him, but how far could a love go before it was destructive?

“One last time,” she conceded. “Then you have to promise me you will leave me be. We are still over, nothing has changed. Deal?”

He grinned wolfishly, having won. “Deal. After tonight, you have my word that I, Dean Thomas, will never again seek you out.”

That part of her with intellect, the part not attach to her throbbing cunt, sensed something boding behind his words. Had he really given in so easily? After all this time he’d been begging her, quite literally, to come back to him? He was just going to stop?

He squeezed her clit again as if to remind her of her promise. Tamping down that part of her that was partially repulsed by this act that always led to the most intimate and passionate sex they ever had, she let herself go, the overwhelming sensation of release running through her as he massaged her clit through the golden shower causing the spray to go everywhere. She moaned as his digits took up speed, working her as she peed all over his hand and leg, the water from above washing it down the drain beneath them as he groan in delight. She had no sooner finished than he was attacking her body, touching every piece at once it seemed, just as he had that night. He took her up in his arms, lifting her so that her legs wrapped around his waist and her back pressed against the cool tile, just as he had that night.

“I love you,” he said. Just as he had that night. It dawned upon her that he was reliving their first time. Tears came unbidden to her eyes as he slid slowly inside her, as if she were once again a virgin and his eyes lit up like they had before, filled with love and awe as they coupled for the first time.

“I love you, too.” The words tumbled from her mouth without her permission and she was about to scold herself for leading him on but he began to move, slowly at first then gaining in speed, his hips thrashing against hers as she cried out.

In a further recess of her mind she took into account the fingernails digging unnecessarily hard into her hips, the teeth catching her breast a little too roughly, the brutal force with which he literally banged her into the wall, but his thick shaft rubbed against every hot spot inside her and she was soon coming, her body arching against his as spasms racked through her. She heard his grunted cry of release and thought it odd. He usually took much longer to get off, but then again it had been a while since they’d done anything. Apparently, desperation changed one’s game play.

Gasping, they sank down the wall and as Ginny caught her breath, she also gained the urge to remove herself from him as quickly as possible. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed the last few minutes, but the night had been altogether too weird and she knew that if she didn’t distance herself soon she would fall for him. Again. And she didn’t think she would recover from this one.

But when she tried to disentangle herself from him, he clung.

“Dean…”

“Not yet,” he rasped. Her heart ached for him, for what they had shared. How had things gone so wrong? How had they lost everything?

Oh, no. No, she couldn’t start second guessing herself. Not again. She had to stay strong.

“Dean, come on. We can’t do this. We’ve been through this it a million times. It’s over.”

She felt him sigh and he stood, taking her with him. He let her legs fall gently to the ground and took her hands in his. “You’re right.”

In a quick yank he slapped her arms back against the wall and cuffs surrounded her wrists and ankles. She screamed and thrashed against the binds, dread filling her.

“What the fuck?” she screamed. “We made a deal!”

“After tonight. Until the sun rises, you’re mine. Now stop fussing, you’ll only tire yourself,” he said nonchalantly, as if telling her the time. He strode away from her and the room morphed once more, throwing them back into his chamber of torture. She screamed in fury.

“What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?”

He ignored her and grabbed a flask, drinking deeply of its contents. His face twisted in disgust but he shook it off and chased it with the rest of her goblet of water.

“Thirsty?” he asked, turning to her. Ginny stared at him stonily, refusing to give in to his demented behavior. He had never been like this. All the kinky games they had played had always been just that- games. Fun and pleasurable. Sure, a couple of times she’d been wary of the new twists, but it had only heightened her arousal. Now a dark aura flowed about Dean that she had never before sensed.

Dean leaned against the table and grabbed his wand. With a flick of it and a muttered word her cuffs drew away from the wall and she floated to the middle of the room leaving her stomach behind. Chains flew down from the ceiling to snag onto her wrists. She could just barely touch the floor if she stood on her tiptoes and this new prostrate position left her feeling even more defenseless.

“Now, I thought I heard you questioning me earlier,” Dean purred in his low baritone. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should know better than that, love. Did I say you could ask questions yet?”

Ginny clenched her teeth together in an attempt to stem the flow of curses she wanted to rail him with. She knew it would just egg him on further. If she kept her mouth shut maybe he would get bored and let her go.

But she doubted it.

“This won’t do at all,” he said, his mouth curving into a slight frown as if disappointed. “Do you need a little encouragement?”

Without waiting for an answer he turned to the wall where all kinds of whips hung and contemplated it. Ginny gasped. He wouldn’t dare!

He chuckled lowly, the sound stirring her senses. Ugh, damn his sexy voice! Even this creepy Dean had the power to turn her on!

A sense of dread filled her as he grabbed one that looked almost like a riding crop. This couldn’t be happening!

“You know I hate to do this, but I told you the rules. You have to be punished,” he explained.

“Dean-”

“And since you insist on not answering me, well, I don’t see the harm in this.” He reached onto the table and grabbed a swath of fabric. He sauntered over to her, a smile spreading across his features. “You really are beautiful, you know.”

He stopped inches from her and drew the silky cloth up her side, sending goosbumps erupting across her skin. Her breath stuttered as he drew it over a nipple sending jolts of electricity to her core. She gasped as he bent and sucked one tight pink bud into his hot mouth, rolling it around with his overly skilled tongue. She bit back a moan, not wanting him to know that he was turning her on. But when he stood and grinned at her, she knew he knew.

Suddenly, he thrust the cloth into her mouth and she let out a gargled scream of surprise. He couldn’t be serious! She tried to push it out with her tongue but he held it there. At her continued attempts to displace it his face grew angry and he reached around her and with the crop she had completely forgotten about, cracked it against her ass. The harsh, unexpected sting made her cry out, tears welling. She stopped trying to push it out, not wanting him to hit her with it again.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, bringing his lips to the sensitive back of her arm which was facing him. “Now keep that there while I give you your punishment.”

She shook her head and begged him not to, but only garbled sounds made their way passed the gag. He ignored her pleas and went around her body to her backside where the stinging welt burned. Ginny grabbed the chains holding her up to ease the pain of the cuffs digging into her wrists but also to prepare her for the crop. She squeezed her eyes shut waiting for the second blow but they flew open in surprise when he nudged her long red hair aside and nibbled at the back of her neck where he knew her sweetest spot lay. She could feel herself instantly getting wet despite her fear and despite the situation. She shivered when his tongue drew a slick line towards the curve of her shoulder and neck where the bite he’d given her still throbbed.

Then screamed into the gag when the crop sang against her backside.

Again, and again he spanked her with the device, each time her behind burning just a little more. She could feel herself growing more and more wet with every stroke, the fire from the welts sending electric shocks to her core. Her hands ached from gripping the chains, her whole body sore from being so tense. After the tenth rap against her burning backside she was sobbing quietly into the gag which was now clenched tightly between her teeth. She couldn’t figure out whether she was crying more because of the pain or because of the disgust she felt from wishing he would stop torturing her and take her already.

Her whole body jolted when she felt his soft lips against her aching cheeks. She dared not breathe as his lips and tongue soothed the angry welts then lapped up the juices leaking down her upper thighs. She moaned when he parted her thighs slightly and licked her slit. He chuckled softly against her.

“Did my pet enjoy her punishment?”

Ginny nodded, knowing if she did not answer that he would torture her more and her throbbing ass was more than enough. His big, warm hands slid up her body over her hips, her smooth, flat stomach and up to cup her creamy breasts. Her nipples pebbled under his touch and her chest strained unbidden against his touch. He dropped his hands and walked away so suddenly that Ginny was almost hurt. Had she down something wrong?

Of course not, you brainless chit! You don’t want his attention, remember? Keep your head in the game!

She inwardly snorted at her unintended pun. Some game.

Ginny watched as he laid the crop on the table and took another swig from his flask. She witnessed the grimace turn to a half smile as he picked up something from the table. A red and gold scarf, her red and gold Gryffindor scarf.

“Remember this?” he purred, turning to her. She did, of course she did.

And as she remembered the room suddenly twisted into the hidden passage behind the painting of Merlin on the second floor. Her breath caught as she remembered him coming up to her from behind and wrapping her scarf around her neck, and as she thought it, he did it, cutting off her air supply.

“Drop something?” he whispered now as he had then. She tried to swallow but the movement was restricted by the scarf. Catching on to the fact that he was re-creating their sex life, she nodded just as she had that cold December night, excitement thrumming through her. On that night, he had bent her over, taking her fast in case anyone had come across their secret spot. Now, he tightened the scarf and circled her.

“Remember how wet you were that night? Just ready for my thick dick to take you right there in the middle of the school. Remember how high you always hiked up your skirt, knowing it would turn me on? Fuck, just looking at you walking down the halls knowing all those other guys were lusting after you…it made me want to take you right there just to show everyone who’s you really were. You’re mine.”

Dean shoved her backward until she hit the stone wall so hard it knocked the wind out of her through the scarf and gag. His hands and mouth ravaged her body giving her no time to think, only to feel and to react. She moaned as two long fingers found their expert way into her passage, readying her once more. He found her sweet spot quickly and she came with startling force, leaving her limp and breathless. He gave her no mercy but twirled her around, her bounds and gag suddenly gone but the scarf still wrapped around her throat, and pounded into her, his large girth stretching her past endurance. She cried out, her nails digging into the stone wall as he pushed her back lower, taking her deeper and began to move.

“Do you remember? I took you so hard you were begging for more, your sweet pussy just milking my big black dick. You just kept right on screaming, even though we were in the middle of the hall. You never once thought about someone seeing, did you, you little slut?”

Ginny gasped when Dean grabbed her hair and ripped her head back until she was almost in a standing position. He growled against her throat but never once stopped, never slowed and her treacherous body began mounting for the second time.

One hand held her hair while the other grabbed roughly at her bouncing breasts. He pinched and pulled at her nipples until they were sore and sensitive making her whimper at every stroke but which also pushed her closer to the edge.

“You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” he gasped into her ear before biting her lobe so hard she screamed. “Aren’t you?” he asked again when she didn’t reply. Not trusting her voice, Ginny merely nodded, ripping out a few hairs in the process. “You’re going to come like the little slut you are. Do it. Come, now!”

She did, crying out in utter bliss as wave after wave of sensation rolled over her, stealing her voice, her breath, her very being. She came back to earth gasping, every part of her body vibrating.

“Did you like that, pet?”

Ginny nodded, ashamed of her reactions to her ex but so sated she could hardly regret it. He pulled out of her suddenly and strode away, leaving her to crumple to the floor. She knew he hadn’t come and was confused as to why he had stopped, but he quickly answered her question.

“I think we’ve gotten a little ahead of ourselves, don’t you?” Dean said, gulping from his flask. “Horrid stuff, eh? Anyways, as I was saying, this was supposed to be a lesson, one you will never forget so long as you live.”

“And what lesson is that?” Ginny snapped, her voice much stronger than she felt. With his back turned she looked around and realized sometime during her life-bending orgasm the room had changed back from the hall to the dungeon. There were no doors, no windows, no entrance or, more important, exit. Dean’s wand was lying on the table but there was no way she could grab it without him seeing.

“Oh, that answer will come in due time. For now, I’d like you to answer a question of mine.” He turned to her, his flawless body open for her admiration, his dick half-limp and yet still utterly impressive. Ginny shivered, remembering the feel of it inside her. “What is it about me that arouses you so? It is quite obvious that even though we are no longer together, your body craves mine. So, what is it?”

Ginny chewed over the question. She and Dean had always been very open, and Ginny herself had never been a shy person. They had talked dirty, hell she and Michael Corner had talked dirty, but the question he was asking of her was so personal she felt herself redden beneath his simmering gaze. When she didn’t answer right away he grabbed something from the table and strode toward her, his bare feet slapping softly against the tile. “Do you need a little persuasion?”

Before she could open her mouth he whipped out his wand and her hands snapped together painfully behind her back, a leather strap cuffed her neck and a chain secured it to the ceiling while two more leather straps spread her legs out almost painfully far and secured her to the ground. “I warned you.”

Ginny eyed the small metal devices in his hand and squirmed. She’d never actually seen them in real life, but she’d heard about them and she knew she didn’t want them on her body. Dean grinned maliciously and twirled one silver clamp in his fingers. “Do you know what this it?” Ginny nodded. “Good. For every answer I don’t like, one of these it going on you. What’s handy is that I’ve rigged these wonderful Muggle contraptions with my wand, so I can make them do whatever I want. Now, back to my question. Have you thought of an answer?”

“I find you attractive,” Ginny garbled out.

“Not specific enough,” Dean said solemnly, tossing the clamp up and catching it. He bent forward and breathed against her left nipple, his tongue flicking out to touch it before his hot mouth sucked it in, the suction making her groan and try to clench her thighs together but they were spread too wide. When he pulled away a strand of his saliva came with, breaking as he grinned up at her and snapped the clamp roughly onto her nipple. The metal teeth dug into her sensitive skin making her whimper. He flicked the little clamp with his forefinger and she had to gnaw her lip as the sharp bite made her eyes water. “Try again.”

“Your-your eyes, they’re beautiful, they’re-”

“My eyes?” he laughed. “My muddy brown, dull eyes? That’s what attracts you? That’s what is making you wet right this moment? I think not. I don’t believe that’s what you’re thinking about when you finger yourself at night, moaning my name.”

Ginny’s eyes widened at his harsh words. How could he possibly know what she did in her dormitory? No, he was just trying to get to her. Ginny mentally chided herself for the dumb answer as he wet her other nipple and applied a second clamp. The stinging from the metal pieces was enough.

“Do you have a better answer?” he baited.

“Your dick, alright?” she cracked out, figuring the answer would satisfy him. “It’s so big and thick, I think about it all the time!”

“Now we’re getting somewhere!” Dean screamed making her jump, but instead of looking satisfied that he was finally getting what he wanted to hear, he look angered….hurt, almost. “What else? Go on, there must be more!”

“I, well, your er, muscles. You’re so fit and trim. Your body is so sexy and strong, it makes me feel so small and weak. And your face, all the girls talk about you, you’re so good looking-”

“That’s enough!” he roared. He turned to her, the raw emotion swimming in his eyes scaring her down to her core so that when he came at her she squeaked in terror. He grabbed her face, yanking her head back so that she could stare up at him. He looked about to say something but thought better of it and threw her from him, making her lose balance and the leather collar choked her as she tried to gain her footing. He grabbed her roughly into an upright position and kissed her hard. A sharp sting seared her clit and Ginny screamed into his mouth, knowing he’d placed another clamp there. Dean stepped back with a maniacal grin and flicked his wand. Each of the clamps vibrated making her gasp and whimper, half in pain, half in bliss. Her hips bucked unconsciously and he flicked his wand again, the vibrations increasing. He laughed at the keening sounds she admitted.

“Alright, so we’ve established the fact that you’re a shallow bitch,” he said conversationally, strolling away from her. Ginny tried to strain away from the vibrating, biting her lip to keep quiet and not feed into his delusional game. Her legs were tired from standing, but if she tried to sit the collar choked her. Her arms were sore from their position behind her and her nipples burned even as they sent heavenly pulsations down to her throbbing clit. She attempted to follow what he was saying but the clamps were pushing her closer and closer to the edge…

“-not even listening!”

Ginny screamed as all three clamps tightened excruciatingly and pulsed harder. His voice was suddenly at her ear, making her snap to attention.

“Don’t you dare even think about coming,” he snarled. “Now answer my question.”

Ginny strained to recall what he was saying, but the buzzing clamps were fogging her mind.

“Too long.”

She watched him through watering eyes as he strode quickly to the table and grabbed a black case. He knelt before her and opened it; the contents making her gasp and shake her head. Inside we dildos of all shapes and sizes. He chuckled at her reaction. “You should have answered me.”

“I didn’t hear the question!”

“No, you never listen to me, do you?”

Ginny was a bit put out as their biggest fights were always about him not listening to her.

He chose a medium sized pink one and fingered it. “If you had listened to me in the first place, none of this would be happening. Now, pretend like you’re sucking me. Make it good, I want a show.”

Dean stood and held the silicone dildo up to her mouth. Ginny’s brows knitted. Why would he want to watch her give a dildo a blowjob?

“Get to it!” he snapped, pressing the pink tip to her lips. She opened her mouth and he shoved it inside. She tried to pull her head back so he wouldn’t gag her with it but the collar choked her, forcing her back. She opened her throat as he had told her to do the first time and allowed him to twist and pump the toy in her mouth, her saliva coating it and running down her face, the clamps still vibrating away.

“There’s a good girl,” he said softly, his mouth slightly open as he watched her. Ginny glanced down and saw that he was rock hard.

He pulled the toy from her mouth with a pop and knelt before her once more. He rubbed the dildo along her dripping wet slit, nudging the clamp and making her moan. Her hips undulated towards his ministrations but he just rubbed and rubbed her, making her so wet she couldn’t think about anything else but having that dildo, him, something inside her to ease the ache.

“Please,” she moaned, instantly knowing she shouldn’t have. A hand came up to crack against her cheek and, before she had time to gasp, the dildo was shoved into her dripping pussy. She cried out as he pulled it back out, only to ram it back in, her spread legs straining against their bonds in an attempt to have more. He slowly fucked her with the toy as she sobbed, her nipples so sore she could hardly stand it, her clit throbbing past endurance.

“Don’t you come,” he growled. “Don’t you dare.”

She sobbed harder as he picked up the pace, fucking her harder while stroking his dick. When he stopped, she groaned in frustration.

“You know what I think? I think you’re a bit too expert for this.”

Ginny looked down, her eyes covered with a film of tears. “No,” she whispered as he grabbed a bigger one, so long and thick she knew it wouldn’t fit. He waved the black thing around menacingly, smiling.

He rubbed it against her as he had the other one, wetting her more in anticipation of more friction and better yet, release. He pushed it against her opening but it was too big. She figured he would just try another one, but he was adamant. He pressed it into her, breaching her by mere millimeters, the stretching making her gasp.

“It won’t fit!” she cried, her voice quavering.

“Oh, it will.”

He pressed harder and she gasped as the head of it breached her. “No, please, it’s too big!”

“For a professional like you? I don’t think so.” He pulled it out slightly and pushed more, the massive cock stretching her more than she’d ever been. She moaned and tried to pull away but he stayed her with a hand on her ass, massaging it while he concentrated fully on the task at hand. Slowly, after much pushing and pulling, the dildo was wedged inside her, the breathless pressure oddly stimulating despite the discomfort. Grinning like a fool, he began to fuck her with this one, the sensations almost more than she could bear. Ginny strained against him, her body begging for release, moans dripping from her.

“You want more, then?” he asked. She nodded, not believing what she was doing. How could she take more? If he put something in any bigger or fucked her any harder with this one she would tear!

But he picked up a straight orange one, much smaller than the others. He placed it up against her lips and she opened obligingly and lathered this one too. Why would he want a smaller one? Maybe so he could do her harder?

“Perfect,” he said, kissing her neck, sending shivers down her spine to join the rest of the pulsations. He knelt again and viewed her wide open pussy. Surely he wasn’t going to put this one in with the black one?

But when his middle finger found her other entrance, massaging the puckered hole, she gasped and pulled away.

“No!” she snapped. They had tried that once before but she had found it so uncomfortable they’d had to stop halfway through and had never done it again.

“Oh, yes. Do you remember that night?”

The room around her swirled into McGonagall’s classroom. She was suddenly bent over a desk as she had been then, but her neck and her hands and feet were still bound. His thumb continued to work her tighter hole even as she strained away from him, the collar cutting off her air supply, the nipple clamps searing in pain from the friction of the rough wooden table.

He tugged her back as she began gurgling from the asphyxiation. She felt the wet tip of the small toy she herself had prepared against her asshole. “Just relax, you were too tense last time. You can get a lot of pleasure from this.”

“It’s too much, please, no more!” She felt suffocated as it was from the clamps, the massive dildo and the kinky straps. But he did not heed her and slowly began to push in the little toy, the added pressure making her cry out. He used the same technique as he had with the big dildo which was now simply hanging from her tight pussy. Slowly the toy pushed into her and he fucked her with it, making her grow even wetter. She moaned, on and on as he tapped the bigger dildo, making it rub against her G-spot. Suddenly, the bigger dildo began to move and her mouth opened in a silent scream. So many sensations, the pressure, the fact that she wasn’t allowed to come was building up, taking her over. Dean rounded the table and she realized that the dildos were moving of their own accord, one going in while the other pulled out.

“Dean,” she choked out, looking at him with pleading eyes. He knelt on the table and pulled her head back, strangling her and pulling her into a half standing position while the dildos picked up speed, fucking her mercilessly. He budded his rock hard dick against her mouth and she opened, allowing him to shove every hot, hard inch of it into her throat. She couldn’t stop moaning, his fingers clamped in her hair letting her know that he was getting off on this too. She wanted to grab him so bad, to ground herself in some way as her body spiraled out of control.

“Hang on, love, hang on,” Dean gasped. “Don’t let go, not yet. Come with me.”

Ginny hung on, her entire body straining, rocking with the rhythm of her exquisite torture. More, more, harder, harder, she was pounded from every side. Her eyes rolled and she tried to concentrate on pleasuring Dean but she was so close, just there…

“Now!”

He exploded inside her mouth just as everything went white as she let go, her body tensing and releasing, pulsing with her orgasm as it ripped through her over and over, drawn out by the intensity of the toys banging into her and the clasps vibrating against her. Then everything went black.

***

When she came to, the pressure was gone, the classroom a dungeon once more and her entire body thrumming. She felt numb, unreservedly replete.

She realized she was laying on the floor and looked up as she heard footsteps approaching. He squatted before her, a satisfied smile on his face. He reached out and touched her cheek, a look of admiration on his face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. Ginny melted, just a little. “Don’t you know how beautiful you are? You deserve to be treated so much better.”

Ginny cursed herself, forcing her mouth shut. No, she wouldn’t fall for his wiles. She couldn’t!

“Do you remember that night by the lake? The first time I heard you say ‘I love you’. My heart broke that day.”

Ginny looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

He looked saddened, weighted down by something. “Don’t you get it?”

Ginny shook her head. The world spun before her and suddenly they were by the lake, the stars shining above their heads. She supposed she should be getting used to this shifting of her world, but the confusion dizzied her. He laid her back gently upon the grass, caressing her, murmuring his undying love. Ginny wanted to cry. Why couldn’t he have said these things months ago when their relationship could have been salvaged? Why was he tormenting her now?

When he slipped inside her she realized how sore she was but couldn’t tell him, couldn’t stop this intimate moment, one she’d waited for her entire life, just because she was slightly uncomfortable.

“I love you,” he said, looking into her eyes. “Please say it back.”

Ginny swallowed her pride. “I love you, too.”

Dean’s eyes closed and he rode her, his arms wrapped around her, his face buried on her hair. “Can you hear it?”

“Hear what?”

“Listen.”

Ginny strained to hear over their ragged breaths and the sounds of mating. The first thing she heard sounded like a sniff. It sounded like someone was crying…

“There’s someone here!” she hissed, shoving at him so he would stop.

“Not anymore, this is just a memory,” Dean said, stilling her hands. He brought them over her head and entwined their fingers. “Come with me.”

He found her sweet spot and milked it over and over until she had no choice but to follow him in his decent. A fluid bliss ran through her like silk, softer than before but not less powerful.

When she grounded herself she pushed him off and the lake whirled into the dungeon. “Alright, that’s enough, I demand to know what’s going on!” Ginny said. “Who was that crying? And what do you mean it was a memory? There was no one there that night but us!”

Dean shook his head, looking at her as if trying to make a slow child understand a very simple problem. “All those times you whored yourself around the school where anyone could see, someone did. Every time you thought your lover-boy was sneaking out to meet you secretly, he wasn’t.”

“Are you telling me you brought someone to watch us have sex?” Ginny squealed, sickened.

“Of course not. Your poor, undeserving boyfriend knew nothing about it. Only I did,” Dean said cryptically. He stood, rising to his spectacular height. Daunted, Ginny used to wall to help her to her feet to help even the odds.

“I don’t understand,” Ginny said, her voice wavering. “Who are you?”

“Ah, now you’re starting to get it!” he said, a dark look taking him over. “Your little Dean doesn’t seem quite the type to pull something like this off, does he? No, this boy you seem to think is Merlin himself is nothing but a pathetic boy who doesn’t know when he has the best thing he’ll ever have! He threw everything I’ve ever wanted away! He couldn’t keep you happy, could he? Because no matter how big his fucking dick is, he’ll never know you like I do!”

Ginny shrank to the wall in fear. “Who are you?” she demanded again. He smiled slowly, a terrifying distortion of his otherwise beautiful face.

"There was a door to which I found no key,” he recited, stalking towards her. Ginny’s jaw dropped. “There was a veil past which I could not see.” How could he know this? No one knew of her love of Muggle poetry, of which she’d grown fond of when she’d stolen a book of 11^th Century Poetry from her dad’s workshop. No one, except…

“Some little talk awhile of me and thee, there seem'd - and then no more of thee and me." By the time he had finished reciting her favorite poem, he had trapped her against the wall with his long arms. “Omar Khayyam, am I right, little sister?”

Ginny gasped, her stomach roiling. “Ron?” She looked up just in time to see Dean’s black hair turning red.

He kissed her neck softly. “No one will ever love you like I do.”

***

XOXO

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