A/N: people do mistakes the first time they seriously try D/s. They act irresponsible and things get often out of control and it can get quite dangerous. Now multiply that by limitless possibilities of magic and you will still have barely a glimpse of the resulting catastrophe. Hence A Dangerous Game.

A DANGEROUS GAME

by CreatorZorah

Chapter 2

Daphne had lots of plans and every single minute her perverted mind was producing new exciting plans for Harry. But she wouldn't rush, a slow approach would be better for both of them. Harry lay on the floor, while she was pressing her toes into his mouth. Finally he gave in and opened his mouth. As he sucked on her toes, she bit on her lip, trying to suppress a moan. Her legs shook, but she forced herself to stand steady. The vertical position proved to be disadvantageous...

Daphne removed her foot from his face... not before kicking him with it in the face. Oh she was so excited about having so much power over him! There was a part of her that wanted to beat him up to a bloody pulp with her feet, to humiliate him, make him feel like a worthless dirt under her feet... but she wasn't sure if he would like it... not that he had to like it, but she didn't want to scare him off. Better control her sadistic desires and not get carried away.

Without saying a word she went upstairs to her bedroom. Harry understood what was required of him and followed her. Good boy. She sat on the bed and looked at Harry. He looked completely insecure, like a lost puppy. He wanted to serve her, but had no idea how to do it. Well, as an owner she had to teach her slave how to please his Mistress.

"Take off your clothes," she said. "All of them."

He obeyed. Daphne wasn't sure what she had expected, but his body was nowhere near the perfect shape. She wouldn't have noticed it if not for muggle magazines though. Wizards tended to pay very little attention to their bodies. She had to rectify that.

"I see... you do not work out. I expect you to do anything in your power to be a perfect slave. Don't I deserve it?"

"Of course you do!" he answered.

"You will work out from now on. Hire a muggle personal trainer - they do that, I believe. If you ignore my order I'll punish you... and by punishing I really mean something you wouldn't want... like having absolutely no contact to me for days or weeks."

Harry blushed and looked at his feet. " Daphne..."

" You'll call me Mistress when we're alone," she corrected him . "What did you want to say?"

"I... I'm not sure I can afford to hire anyone," he answered.

Daphne raised an eyebrow. "You're a Potter aren't you? I doubt you or your father could spend all your family gold."

"Er... goblins confiscated everything I had in my vaults for the break-in during the war. It was either that or facing another Goblin Rebellion. It wasn't the best time to start a war with goblins."

"I wasn't aware of that... Didn't the Ministry compensate you for that?"

"It was four years ago, Da... Mistress. Right after the war. I refused the compensation in hope that the Ministry would help the families affected by the war."

Daphne couldn't believe it. Did he really think that he wasn't affected by the war? She did receive a compensation for the death of her parents even though she didn't really need the gold. It wasn't right. What was the Minister thinking? After the war she had tripled the wealth of her family taking horrible inflation into account All thanks to the reputation she had earned during the ten minutes of the Battle of Hogwarts. But Harry, the true hero of the war, had lost everything. Great! That was so typical of Wizarding world.

"Unbelievable," Daphne said. " Why do you work as an auror? It's anything but a well paid job. You could do much more than that."

In fact she knew that an average salary of an auror was four hundred Galleons a month due to the difficulties the Ministry was still facing. More important, one couldn't buy much with a single Galleon anymore. The last time she had had to buy muggle money a Galleon had been worth a little more than a pound. A lot of very talented wizards and witches had been targeted by the Death Eaters. Magical services became very expensive because of high demand and low supply. How did he pay for the meals at restaurants with her? Did he use his savings just to meet her? That was an oddly pleasing thought.

He shrugged. "Someone has to."

"You're something else, Harry," she muttered rubbing her forehead in frustration. "I won't take my words back, though..."

"But..."

"You must not interrupt me," Daphne said. "I can't have you fail to meet my expectations because you're too noble for your own good. I'll give you access to my vault to hire a personal trainer and to pay costs associated with it."

She wouldn't even notice a dent in her wealth.

"Daph... Mistress, I can't accept that!" Harry exclaimed.

"You're my property and you will do as I please," she reminded him. "It's not a gift, it's investment. You will owe me, and, believe me, I'll find a way for you to pay me back for my generosity. Understood?"

"Y-yes."

"Well, get on your knees and start with kissing my feet," she told him. "You'll greet me like this every time you meet me in private."

As Harry obeyed, she lay down and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her feet. Soon he licked her feet without being ordered, but that was exactly what she wanted, so she didn't complain. A good slave had to know what his Mistress wanted, like a House Elf. Daphne giggled when she imagined Harry as her House Elf. Well... she could transfigure him into one someday. But first she would do other exciting things to him.

When she got satisfied, Daphne kicked him in the face again. This time a bit harder and she noticed blood on his lips. Thankfully he didn't complain. On contrary, it seemed that he loved her doing that. Still, it wasn't the right time to get violent.

"Now take off my skirt," she said. He froze for a moment but then began to pull off her skirt with shaking hands. Hadn't he and Ginny had sex? Or was it his excitement at the prospect of seeing her naked? "And knickers too. There is one more part of my body that needs the magic of your tongue."

This time Daphne couldn't suppress a moan as Harry obeyed her. She pushed his head down and didn't let him go for an hour until she was too exhausted. Pleasantly exhausted. It was easily the best day of her life. Six orgasms on a single day wasn't something she was used to. Sadly it was getting late...

Harry hesitated for a few seconds before entering his house. He felt really bad about cheating on Ginny. He was even more disgusted with himself because it was turning him on. What would Ginny say if she'd known about him and Daphne? Did he make a mistake? Was he an egotistical arsehole? He shook his head. Daphne was right... he was tired of doing what was required of him.

"I'm home," Harry said, as he opened the door.

As Ginny saw him, she asked, "Did you get into a fight?"

He cursed inwardly. Daphne kicked him quite hard, leaving a bruise under his right eye and a small, but quite painful wound on the lip. Both were hard to miss. Daphne had forbidden him to heal anything, just as she had forbidden to wash his face or mouth until he got home. He had to avoid kissing Ginny, otherwise she would taste Daphne, which would be... awkward to explain.

"Er... I had a run-in with a rather violent witch," he answered. He was one of the worst liars in the history and decided to tell as much truth as he could. "She kicked me in the face twice."

"A dark witch?" she asked.

"Yep, the darkest and the most evil one," he said with a smile, walking to the bathroom. "I'm going to have a shower."

As Harry got there he breathed a sigh of relief. He had been afraid that Ginny would kiss him like always, but hanks to bruises she hadn't. Hell, he was happy that she didn't get close to him, as he smelled Daphne on him. If he and Daphne would continue like this (and he was sure that it would only get worse) their affair wouldn't end well. But he didn't give a damn.

"Are you alright?" Ginny asked as he left the bathroom.

"Yeah, just dead tired," he answered looking at Ginny, who changed into a sexy nightgown.

"I wish you'd get some less dangerous job," she said with a sigh. "Well, if you're so tired..."

The second woman was criticizing his job choice... Truth be told he couldn't imagine a peaceful life. He had always had to fight someone to die another day. First it had be Dudley, although it was more running than fighting. Then all the adventures at Hogwarts. And finally being auror he was hunting down dark wizards and witches. He was completely content with his job although the salary might have been higher. Hopefully the economy of the Wizarding world would normalize in the coming years.

Before she could say another word, he grabbed her and carried to the bed. He and Ginny weren't quite compatible in bed, because both of them wanted to submit. Their sexual life was quite boring as it had always been "slow and sensual". But right now he was willing to have it very rough. He wanted a release after his adventures with Daphne.

"I'm not that tired," he said.