Warning: smut! Also, just in case it isn't clear, everything that Newt and Tina do in this is wholly consensual, and is done within the limits of their pre-negotiated Dom/sub agreement. This isn't their first time playing these games, and it certainly won't be their last!
Originally published on Ao3 on July 1st, 2017.
Teeth on her neck, and his voice low in her ear: it's her favorite way to be with him.
Newt's hands are gentle but firm when he bends her over her desk. He uses his wand to absently cast a Sonus impedimento charm before hiking up her dress, roughly shoving it past the swell of her hips to expose the curve of her ass. She moans into the scarred and messy surface of her work desk when he growls deep in his throat while grabbing a handful of pale flesh.
Coarse wool scratches her rear. She presses her forehead into her blotter while his hands run meditatively over her curves. "Tina," Newt asks, and she shivers viscerally at his uninflected tone. "Were you jealous? Is that why you saw fit to make a scene in front of an international delegation?"
She chokes while nodding. Newt hisses between his teeth as the fabric pressed against her ass moves with a whisper, then—smack! The sound of a calloused hand meeting her waiting flesh. Tina bites back a low moan at the welcome pain. Newt rubs the stinging mark soothingly while dragging calloused fingertips over her spine, a welcome counterpoint to her punishment.
"You are to speak up when you answer me," he reminds her in a low purr. Tina huffs out a broken sigh and nods—knowing it's going to irritate him; knowing he's going to punish her for it. Which Newt does, much harder this time. Her moan fills the air, curling around them both until he hums thoughtfully.
"I realize that you must show your teeth sometimes," he muses, and there's a rustle of fabric as he pushes Tina's party dress around her waist. "I also recognize when you need to be reminded of your place." She gasps when Newt's fingers slip beneath her to frig her nipple before scraping her sides. "But why on earth would you think me interested in that silly slip of a woman when I have you?"
His tone is gentle, almost musing, but there's a warning undercurrent clipping his vowels. Tina squeezes her eyes shut while refraining the urge to press into his roving hands. There's a fine line they toe whenever they do this, one that neither of them has dared to cross despite their mutual enthusiasm; she can only hope that he understands the driving force behind her pernicious wants and respond in kind.
"You smiled at her," she grates out intentionally.
There's a tense moment of silence before he spanks her without warning—a hard, well-aimed slap that rocks her to her core. She rolls her shoulders in a practiced move to absorb the blow while gasping into her desk. Newt's fingers stroke the mark he's left behind as her hips roll autonomously into his touch. He murmurs to himself before pressing gentle lips to the curve of her spine.
"I am aware of how I responded," Newt whispers into her skin. His hands skate along her sides to return to her nipples, pinching them hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. She hisses when his wool trousers rub against her smarting skin, the hot/cold, tingling pleasure enough to make her bite back an imploring whine. Newt thrusts against her once, almost thoughtfully, and she moans as shockwaves rock her core.
Then he moves away, his hands and mouth leaving her abruptly as she closes her eyes in self-recrimination. "I'm also aware," he says from a short distance, "that you may have just caused an international scandal by dragging me away from the Under-Secretary to the Minister of Magic." His tone is casual, almost diffident, but Tina recognizes the true distress curling just beneath his words.
"I didn't mean to," Tina whispers. He makes a disbelieving sound at that. She relaxes her posture while turning her head, meeting his eyes in clear challenge as Newt frowns thunderously at her. For a wonder, he's still neatly put together, bowtie straight and buttons all fastened—but she recognizes the hectic color in his cheeks, the way his eyes glinted dangerously as he watches her.
A dark thrill wraps around her spine as her muscles begin to thrum in anticipation. His eyes fall to her lips when she moistens them, widening slightly as she wiggles her ass. The glass beads on her dress rattle invitingly and he blinks once, slowly, before moving to her.
Tina focuses on mastering her expression when rough hands pin her wrists together at the small of her back. It's an uncomfortable angle. Her cheek is pressed into the seam of her blotter, neck, and shoulders crooked almost cruelly, but that's the entire point—and he's always served her well in this regard.
Newt squeezes her gently, grounding her in the moment, before whispering a spell. Silk bindings slither around her wrists and forearms, tight enough to cut into her flesh. Tina sighs blissfully when he tests their tension before reaching for his trousers.
The rustle of fabric being parted overrides the harsh rasp of her breathing. Tina moans in keen anticipation when his blunt fingernails dig into where she's still red and stinging before raking across her flesh. A shudder works through her when something hot and hard butts against her ass before his fingers slip past her curves to outline her sex, finding her already hot and sodden. Newt hums with obvious approval.
"Is this why you did it?" he asks while brushing her clit. She jerks her hips with a small cry before craning her neck to peer at him from over her shoulder. Newt watches her steadily, his lips a firm line when he pinches her and twists before sinking two fingers inside. Stars explode behind her eyes, and it isn't until his hand falls still that she remembers to answer the question.
"No," she gasps. He looks skeptical, hand poised but unmoving over her quim. She's desperate for him to continue touching her so she goes on. "I was truly worried that you were interested in her," Tina blurts out. "I realize now that I was wrong and—oh!"
Newt drops to his knees to bury his face in her quim without warning, wrapping his lips around the bud of her clit before pressing with his tongue. She quivers and cries out, fingernails cutting into her palms as he sucks her. Tina shudders beneath the intense onslaught until Newt pulls back, casually wiping his chin on his sleeve. She moans at the loss of sensation when he touches his upper lip thoughtfully.
"No one else would let me do this, Tina," he reminds her with moving honesty, and for the barest moment he is her Newt—the kind and gentle soul she'd fallen so hopelessly, irrevocably in love with; the man who'd approached her with a game of sorts after a long courtship carried on through heated correspondences. The fiance who'd offered to take her many burdens onto his own shoulders, if only for a little while, and allow her the pleasure of true release.
That man kneels behind her as her wrists chafe beneath his bindings, her ass cheeks stinging red and imprinted with his reprimands. Tears fill her eyes, and she blinks them away while swallowing her sudden guilt. "I'm sorry," she whispers, knowing that it's what they both need to hear, knowing that it's part of the game—and in the blink of an eye her Newt is eclipsed by this Newt: the one adept at walking her along the razor's edge between pleasure and pain while deftly ensuring they never fall.
He stands suddenly. "Shall I fuck you, then?" he muses in a low voice, and she shivers delightedly when the taboo word slips easily past his lips. He pinches her clit before spanking it very lightly, just hard enough to tease as she grinds onto his fingers. Newt slides his hand along her spine to fist a hank of her hair, and she moans when he smoothly torsions her head back to latch his mouth onto her shoulder. She strains to meet him until he kisses her hard enough to bruise before dragging his teeth down her neck.
Tina mewls needily when his blunt tip nudges her entrance, her tongue tripping over his name as her hips jerk backward. Newt moves with her when she strains toward him, refusing to sink in until she's plaintively tugging at the ropes binding her, thighs trembling with frustration. She chokes out his name, prompting him to huff before sliding his cock along the seam of her yearning cunt. He circles her clit teasingly before slipping inside, stretching her deliciously as she shudders around a long, slow moan.
Tina's breath hitches when he squeezes her thighs, the tips of his fingers buried in her flesh as he grinds them together. Her deliciously sore bottom smarts when the coarse wool of his suit jacket rubs it, making her tingle all over. She moans loudly when he adjusts the torque of their hips before pulling out of her, only to push back in hard enough for their skin to smack together.
Newt purrs when every muscle in her body slackens in bliss, causing her to sag into her desk as he takes her roughly from behind. "Good girl," he murmurs approvingly. His strong arms tug her against him rhythmically until she deliriously takes over their thrusting, freeing his hands to glide over her exposed skin and to occasionally spank her when she begins to flag.
His hands clamp onto her hips when he takes over, his upper half curving around her to kiss and bite the nape of her neck before pressing his lips to her neck. Everything inside her turns hot and taut when his low, breathy voice sounds in her ear.
"You're so tight like this," Newt marvels after a particularly hard thrust. "Do you like it when I fuck you like a beast, Tina?" She shudders while moaning enthusiastic agreement, and his hips stutter briefly before resuming their steady rhythm. "Should I mount your exquisite cunt from behind more often?"
He murmurs a throaty spell and suddenly her hands are free. Her fingers tingle with increased blood flow as she uses one arm to brace herself against the desk, angling herself to be more receptive to his focused thrusts. The other, she works between her legs to cup where he is fullest, gently cradling where he draws tight against her palm as he furiously drives into her.
Tina looks over her shoulder to meet his lust-heavy eyes. He groans her name while jerking his chin. "Touch yourself," Newt orders in a breathy growl. She unthinkingly complies, rubbing her clit in spiraling circles until her mouth falls open with a short, sharp cry as she comes. She trembles beneath him violently, jerking her hips against his in offering until she slumps onto the desk.
Newt twines an arm around her waist to catch her when she sags. His hips move impossibly faster as she recovers, and he waits until she can support her own weight before releasing her. His hands move from her hips and waist to her ass, grasping her swollen cheeks hard enough to sting as he forces her pelvis upward. The way he slides within her lengthens and deepens with the new angle, causing him to groan thickly before meeting her eyes with a shaky nod.
Tina rocks her hips in time to his when he begins to tremble, watching his cherished face carefully as his brow furrows and his fingers dig into her skin. He comes with an echoing shout, and Tina tenses her legs and arms in anticipation of his weight moments before he collapses onto her.
Newt shakily kisses her back as he recovers his bearings, before taking a deep breath and straightening. He withdraws with a small hiss to tuck himself away before setting his clothes to rights with badly trembling hands.
"Are you alright?" Newt asks her gently. Tina smiles while shakily rolling onto her back. He hastens to help, straightening her cramped legs to rub blood into her curves before reaching into his suit jacket. He pulls out a familiar jar, and a small smile touches his lips as he rubs arnica salve into her reddened wrists. Tina murmurs her thanks when he helps her stand, only for him to blush deeply while asking her to present her backside to him.
His touch is infinitely gentle as he applies the balm to her reddened cheeks. Newt carefully watches her face for signs of discomfort before saying softly, "You know I only have eyes for you, Tina. I would never even consider taking up with another woman. Not when I have you in my life."
He murmurs a cooling spell after the salve has absorbed, causing her to shiver. Tina sighs happily when the deep ache gradually fades into little more than a low reminder. "I know," she whispers when his hands fall still against her skin. "And you know that I...I have to push back sometimes." He nods his understanding before taking her hand to pull her close.
Newt kisses her then, his mouth slow and lingering. "Thank you," Tina murmurs against his lips, and they both know she's talking about more than what's just transpired between them. He hums and presses their cheeks together before fussily straightening her dress and smoothing her hair.
"My pleasure, as always," Newt whispered while tucking an errant strand behind her ear. She straightens his crooked bowtie before taking his hand. A quick inspection finds him no more rumpled than usual, and he lazily waves his wand to cancel the silencing spell before slipping it into its holster. "Shall we go back?"
Tina playfully rolls her eyes. "I suppose," she smirks and takes her time appreciatively taking in his lean form. "Though honestly, I'd rather take you home." She shows a slow smile. "I'm not keen on sharing you right now, even if I know it's me you'll leave with tonight."
Newt pushes the hair off the nape of her neck to kiss it lingeringly. Possessively. "I feel the same," he purrs, "but the evening is almost done. One or two more dances each, a bit more mingling, and then we can go." He smirks cheekily, green eyes dancing. "Maybe you'll allow me to make up for my roughness of earlier?" His fingers brush her curves until she shivers, nipples tingling to a point when he presses his mouth to her ear. "A backrub, perhaps?"
"Mmm," Tina breathes agreement while tilting her head back, allowing his hand to cradle her throat. He presses soft, damp kisses to the column of her neck before breathing deeply of her scent, his arms twining around her from behind. "I'd like that."
"Good," Newt breathes and indulges in a few more kisses before reluctantly straightening. One last check of their clothes and he takes her elbow like a gentleman, gesturing for her to precede him.
"After you, my love," he murmurs and allows Tina to lead him back to the party.
