Bound for Greatness
written by: albe-chan
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned that belong to J.K. Rowling, and any similarities with real life are purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (mentions of graphic sex, nudity, etc.), and violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!
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It was hot and humid the next morning when Lily got up and stretched outside Scorpius' condo building, getting ready to go for a run. When she set out, going slow, cranking her music up and pointing her feet in the direction of the park, she realized she'd been slacking off lately. Her ponytail waved as she jogged, mumbling along to her music, lost in thought as the scenery drifted by.
Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but think about last night. And the afternoon preceding it. She'd done things that, in the light of day, made her blush. And she'd not only asked for it, she'd begged for it. And loved every last dirty second of it. She looped around the fountain, skipping some of the more maudlin music on her playlist.
Lily wasn't exactly a prude, but there was still a decent sized chunk of her that was mortified she'd done what she'd done yesterday. And then again last night. Although they'd left the sex dungeon to eat and wound up back in the master bedroom, he'd still fucked her silly, called her a slut, and she'd begged her Master to let her come. And, to make her mortification complete, she'd been brought to yet another shuddering orgasm.
She thought again about the sex dungeon, and the rules, and everything that went along with it. That had been a shock, but she'd dealt rather well, all things considered. It wasn't every day she found out her boyfriend had a sex dungeon and wanted her to play in it with him. She frowned a little as she jogged. Was Scorpius her boyfriend? She frowned some more, realizing they hadn't really talked about it.
Certainly he would be considered such, she supposed. Definitely they were lovers. She pushed those thoughts aside, reminding herself that two and a half weeks ago, she'd been vehemently opposed to the notion of having a boyfriend or lover. And now she might have both. Instead, Lily thought about her work, a safe topic of thought. She had three paintings due by the end of August, and hadn't quite finished the second one yet. She'd have to get herself in gear if she was going to submit them to the publisher, who chose the subject matter and filled the inside of the cards with sappy, heartfelt crap. Lily was merely the artist who cranked out the pictures, three every three months, as she'd been doing since dropping out of college at twenty, where she'd been studying business management and hating it.
She thought about her latest assignment. She was almost finished the grouping of lush, bright sunflowers, and still had the pumpkins and Halloween themed card to go. She smiled a little. She loved Halloween, and was looking forward to that one, and began planning what she'd do in her mind.
When she slipped back into Scorpius' condo an hour after setting out, the sun had risen properly, and she was sweating and red-faced. Foolishly, she'd pushed herself to take the stairs, and regretted it now, as her legs felt like jelly and she couldn't seem to catch her breath.
She pulled off her sports bra as she moved through the master bedroom toward the luxurious ensuite, rolling her eyes at the sleepy blond, still unconscious in bed. During the week, he was up and out the door by five-thirty, but on weekends, Scorpius would sleep until noon if he could. She was tugging her shorts off when a deep voice rumbled, "Where did you go? And please tell me you had clothes on."
Lily paused and smiled. "Morning," she said brightly. "I went running. And yes, I had clothes on."
Scorpius sat up on his elbows, a picture of masculine grace and she licked her lips. He really was very good looking. He had the grace and confidence, even at rest, of a lion. A sleepy lion at the moment, but capable of springing up and devouring her in an instant. "If you were wearing those shorts and that little sports bra, that's hardly clothing, darling," he murmured, dark grey eyes roving over her. "And there's a gym downstairs."
She rolled her eyes. "I only do treadmills in the winter," she said, hooking her thumbs into her shorts.
"You should leave a note next time."
"Didn't you just get up?" she teased.
"I felt you slip out of bed and heard the door close." He shifted to a more comfortable position and her eyes roved over him as the sheet moved over an impressive morning erection. "How often do you go running?"
"When I need to think," she said, shrugging. "I try for at least once a week." She pushed her shorts off. "I need to go shower."
He sat up on one elbow, eyeing her hungrily, and stroked himself lazily as she watched. "Did you think about yesterday?" he rumbled, smiling sleepily.
She grinned back. "A little," she admitted, then pulled her ponytail out. He grunted, stroking himself a little more purposefully now. "I'm all sweaty and gross, Scorpius. I really need to shower." She licked her lips, eyes darting from his half-lidded grey gaze to his hand wrapped around his prick and then back.
"So go shower," he murmured. She took a step back and he groaned, pumping his length. She grinned.
"Do you want come shower with me?" she murmured. Her eyes were glued to the hand that fisted his member purposefully.
"I'd rather you come back to bed," he rumbled.
"I'm all sweaty and gross," she repeated, even as she took a step toward him.
"You're also hot and nasty, and you know how much I enjoy both those traits, darling," he said, smirking. She shook her head, grinning at him, but she moved forward as though drawn by a magnetic force.
"You're a bad influence," she murmured.
"Very," he agreed, smirking wider. "Now come and put that mouth to good use, darling."
"Maybe I'll just watch," she said, sinking onto the edge of the massive raised bed.
He mock pouted. "That's no fun."
She grinned as she crawled toward him. "What's in it for me if I suck your cock?" she asked, arching a brow. Her fingers wrapped around him, above his own hand, learning his easy rhythm. Scorpius grinned, his own hand falling away.
"Satisfaction of a job well done?" he teased. She gripped him harder and he hissed. "What do you want, darling?"
"You know exactly what I want," she said, and then bent and licked a thick stripe up the underside of his prick. Scorpius grunted.
"You want me to take you into the playroom and spank that ass raw again?" he rumbled, eyes dark.
"Nope," she breathed, then swirled her tongue around the head of his prick, her grip on him firm. "Guess again."
"You want me to tongue fuck that sweet little ass again? We can even stay here if you prefer." He licked his chops.
"Wrong," she hissed. Scorpius grunted again as she caressed his sac, her mouth sucking gently, teasingly over his head now.
"Give me a hint my naughty slut," he rumbled and his fingers threaded through her thick, waving mane of dark red hair. She smirked up at him, then tongued him obscenely. "Fuck, yes, suck my cock," he growled, clenching a handful of hair in his fist.
"That's your hint," she rumbled, then went to work in earnest, taking him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked him off.
"You're not getting me in a cock ring, slut," he grunted, thrusting up into her mouth. She moaned in her throat. "Is it your birthday?" he growled.
"Unh-uh," she said, mouth full. Not yet.
"Then no dice, darling," he murmured. Her eyes flicked up to his and she made to pull away, but his hand was still tangled in her hair. "And now that I've got a hot, willing mouth on my dick, I'm not about to let it slip away." She grazed him with her teeth, but gently. He hissed. "Fucking slut," he rumbled. "Be good, or I will spank that ass raw again." She suckled him, all lips, and wet tongue, her fist stimulating the parts her mouth couldn't reach. Scorpius held her head as she sucked him off, grunting as he felt his impending orgasm. "Fuck, Lily, I love that mouth," he murmured, thrusting a little harder into it. "Yes, darling, oh yes." She sucked harder, tasting his precome. "Are you going to swallow it?" he ground out. She hummed her assent and he lost himself, barely conscious of tugging her hair roughly, shooting his load into her waiting mouth and throat.
Once he finished, she gave him one last slurp, all the way up his length, then pulled away, licking her lips. Scorpius groaned as she crawled up his body and kissed him. "Sorry, you probably don't want-" she murmured, but then he put a hand to the back of her neck, pulled her down, and kissed her again, pushing his tongue into her mouth, shocking her.
He broke away smirking. "I don't mind. Mmm, but now we're both all sweaty."
She smiled. "Shower?"
"I was going to say round two, but I suppose that works as well," he teased.
Scorpius returned the favour in the shower, and after Lily recovered, which took awhile because she'd foolishly gone running, they actually showered. Lily was amazed there was still hot water.
"What are you doing today?" Scorpius asked as they got dressed. Lily shrugged, having brought a change of clothes in her bag to get dressed in. She made sure whenever she was home to pack a spare and take out whatever was in there. For occasions such as this. "And you can leave your clothes here, I have a housekeeper. She does excellent laundry."
Lily arched a brow at that. "I think the one pair of panties was enough. And does your housekeeper know about-?"
"Of course. She's very discreet."
Somehow Lily doubted that. If she was that lady, she'd probably tell someone. Then again, she didn't plan on telling anyone personally. And, should she ever run into this housekeeper, Lily wanted to make sure the lady didn't know it was her being ravaged. "So she never thought those panties were yours, did she?"
He smirked. "She may have. I'm not a mind reader, darling."
"Anyway, I have errands today. I need paint, and I want to look at brushes, and then I have to look up graveyards."
She looked over at him and found him almost smiling. "A graveyard?"
She grinned. "Yup. Wanna come with?"
The blond looked at her for a long moment. "Sure."
Lily shrugged, slipped into her summer dress, brushed on some mascara, and twisted her hair into a bun. "Ready?"
"Yes."
The drive to the paint store was uneventful, and Lily went straight to work, the blond following in her wake. "Here," she said once they got to the appropriate section, handing him a slip of paper with a list of numbers. "Read off the numbers for me." He read off the first few, Lily located them, and then came 004410. The blue, for the background of the Halloween greeting card. Lily frowned. "Let me see." She looked at her number, read correctly, then back at the selection. "It's not here." Her eyes narrowed. How could it not be here?
She located an employee, and brought them over, explaining what she was looking for. "Sorry," the woman, a tired-looking forty-something, said, "that colour's been discontinued."
"It can't have been," Lily said politely. "It's here, in the selection, but it's not on your display. I really need that colour."
"We do have 004411," she said, but Lily was already shaking her head.
The redhead tried not to be mad at his woman. It wasn't her fault the stupid colour wasn't available. But goddamn it, that just wasn't going to do. "Do you know of anywhere that might have 004410?" she asked.
"Well, I can't say, I only work here, so-"
"That's fine. Thank you," Lily said, forcing a smile, and the employee left. "Sonofabitch," she murmured under her breath. She finally glanced at Scorpius, and he was smirking. "What is so funny?" she asked coolly, because she didn't find anything remotely amusing about the situation.
"You're passionate about what you do. And fucking sexy when you're pissed." He grinned, then his eyes did the slow descent, undressing her where she stood. She blushed a little.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment," she said primly.
"It was intended as one, darling. Now, are we going to find something else, or-?"
"I'll have to think about it. Ugh." She took a deep breath. "Fuck it, I'll just do it myself," she mumbled, grabbing the lighter shade, and tossed it in the little bin on her elbow. She gestured to her list, still in Scorpius's hand. "Keep reading."
He rolled his eyes. "007653."
They went to brushes next, where Lily was indecisive and, to Scorpius, inordinately picky. But he liked it. More than a little, he noted. She was passionate about everything concerning her art, and, though he occasionally teased her he would peek, he respected her wishes not to have her work ogled. He was content, for now, to ogle her instead. He watched her lean down, looking for something, and checked out her ass. Still pert and luscious as ever, and he could still picture it bright red and spread for him. "Aha!" Lily said, then stood up, victorious in her search. "Okay, day back on track. I have found the brush, even though some crafty bastard put the last one in the wrong spot on purpose and tried to hide it. Let's go pay."
She charged it to her personal credit card, the items were bagged up, and they departed. Scorpius moved to the car but she smiled. "I have to get my dry-cleaning. And then I have to get coffee. All of which is this way." She pointed down the street.
The blond sighed, casting a glance at his car. "If my car gets stolen, or defaced, I'm going to hold you responsible," he said, moving to join her, and she smiled as his hand came to rest on her lower back. "And I can promise you'll enjoy it, slut," he added in a rumble against her ear, and she smiled seductively.
"Only if you promise," she said, and they headed down the street. Once the redhead completed her errands, they returned to the car, which was the same as ever. Lily smiled as they got in. "You can still hold me responsible later, if you want," she said, smiling that sexy coy smile again. "But for now, I have to go home and work. My stuff is due in no time, and I still have lots to do."
He pulled up beside the curb in front of the Potter house. It looked the same. Scorpius had a feeling there could be mass extinction, and that house would live on the same way it had always been. Scorpius unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, and kissed Lily roughly. "Call me when you're free." He smirked a little. "I'll take you home and tie you up again."
Lily went into the house, waving as Scorpius drove away, then walked almost straight into her mother. "Whoa. Hi, Mom."
"Lily, we need to have a little talk," Ginny said, mouth turning down. Lily bit her lip against the snappy retort.
She moved into the living room, tossed her bag on the couch and sat beside it. "About what?"
Ginny frowned with her mouth again. "Well, about the amount of time you've been spending with your…"
Lily grinned. "My…?"
Ginny's frown deepened, a wrinkle appearing in her brow as she glared. "You know what I'm talking about, Lily. That man."
Lily raised her brows. "Okay, let's talk about it. I spend a lot of time with my lover, you know, 'that man', because he's really good at what he does. And I mean like really good." Lily had been tempted to say fucking, but she didn't want to go in with guns blazing. She would play nice, for now.
Ginny's frown intensified. Lily had to squish her lips together to keep from giggling. "Lily, you have a mark, on your neck."
Automatically, Lily looked down, although she obviously couldn't see it. "Really?" She frowned a little because she hadn't noticed any mark. Then again, she hadn't really been looking in the mirror while in the bathroom with Scorpius. Oh Lord, did I go running with a fucking hickey? "That sucks." She laughed at her own pun. "Ha, no pun intended."
"It is not a joke, young lady," Ginny said firmly. Lily bit her lip again to hold back more laughter.
"Okay, Mom. Is that all you wanted to talk about? Because I'm going to go paint, because I have cards due, so-"
"You're either in your room, painting, or you're gallivanting off with that man. He's not married is he?"
Lily arched a frosty brow. "No, he's not married, Mother. And painting is my job."
Ginny scoffed and Lily had to take a deep breath. "It's a hobby you get paid for. Lily, really, it's time you found a nice young man to settle down with and take care of you. Look at your blond friend, he seems a perfectly respectable boy, and I'm certain he likes you that way. Why not give him a chance?"
The darker-hued redhead snorted. "Um, wow, Scorpius is so not a boy, Mom," she said. Ginny frowned. "What? He's not. He's like, thirty."
"Why does that name sound familiar?" Ginny said. Lily shrugged, trying for nonchalance.
"I don't know. So, are we done talking about whatever you're in a tiff over, or…?" Lily stood up.
"Is he a friend of your step brother's?" her mother asked shrewdly. "He was at the wedding, wasn't he?"
Lily shrugged again. "How should I know? And yeah, I met him at Twee-James's wedding." She turned to head out of the living room.
"Lily," her mother said sharply and she sighed, turning.
"What?" she snapped.
Ginny's eyes narrowed. "You're going to be at dinner tomorrow night, because it is going to be a nice, family, Sunday dinner."
Lily smiled sweetly. "Can I bring my lover?" she asked.
Ginny Potter glared, and said, "No," in a very quiet voice.
"Whatever," the redhead sighed, then moved toward the door.
Lily got rations of food and drink, then barricaded herself in her bedroom, turned off her phone, put headphones on, and painted. When she next looked at the clock, it was late afternoon. She tidied up, pleased with her work so far on her sunflowers, and snuck downstairs for a snack, pulling out her phone to call Scorpius.
"You turned your phone off," Scorpius said after the first ring.
Lily laughed. "I do that."
"Do you want me to come and get you?"
The redhead smiled. "I'd rather you get me before you come, but if you have to," she said, then heard a phone ringing in the background on his end. "You're at work, aren't you?" she said.
"Indeed I am, darling."
"What sort of work could you possibly have on a Saturday?" She shook her head, then heard someone come into the kitchen. "Maybe you should wait to come and get me," she murmured as her mother and Potter appeared, Albus Potter showing up right behind them.
"Why?" he replied, voice pitched low. "And I thought we agreed I was getting you before coming. I was looking forward to the having you bit."
Lily blushed a little. "I'll let you know when is good," she said, then hung up. Her mother looked at her suspiciously. "Um, hello Potter people," she said a little awkwardly, edging around the little grouping of her mother and, unfortunate, relations.
"Lily, I think we should have a talk," her mother said.
"I think I'm going to go back upstairs now," she replied.
"You're going to stay put, young lady," her mother said sternly. Lily smiled and kept going. "Don't you walk away from me," her mother called, following her.
"Actually, I'm going to go get my bag," Lily said frostily. "And then, I think I'll split." She hurried up the stairs, two at a time. When she got back downstairs, the Potters were lined up again.
"Lily Luna O'Shea-P-" her mother said, red spots on her cheeks indicating fury.
"Don't say it. That is not my goddamn name," the redhead bit out, even though it technically was. Lily refused to have her birth certificate changed and refused to accept it, even though her stepfather had legally adopted her at seventeen. She jammed her shoes on and stepped toward the door, but her mother moved in front of it. "Mother," she said impatiently.
"Jesus Christ," Albus muttered from behind her. "We all know you've been fucking Malfoy," he said loudly.
Lily almost smiled, casting him a withering glance over her shoulder. "Congratulations, Sherlock. Do you need a cookie?" He looked mildly dumbfounded for a moment.
The redhead turned back to her mother. "I'm going to have to ask you to move, dear Mother," she said politely.
"Lily, I'm forbidding you to see him." She took a deep breath. "He is not appropriate for a young lady such as yourself. My God! He's much too old for you," Ginny said sternly.
Lily arched a brow. "Weren't you just saying earlier how respectable he seems and how I should give him a chance?"
"That's before she knew why you don't come home at night," Harry Potter said, sounding as furious as her mother. Lily barely refrained from rolling her eyes.
Albus muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "More like can't come home."
"That and I didn't know he was that sort, the sort I refuse to let my daughter associate with. Lily, honey, he's a bad influence and-"
"And I'd love to know what any of you can do about it. I like his sort, he's fun, and I hardly think he's a bad influence. Besides, you should be mad at Albus, it's his friend, right? His fault I met Scorpius in the first place if you ask me." She smiled as Potter spluttered, then stepped around her shocked mother and exited, pulling her phone out and calling her blond lover.
"So soon?"
"Come now," she said. "I'm walking, so I'll meet you at the 7-11 by Potter's."
"Lily-"
"Just come get me, please?" she said, trying to contain her fury.
"I'm on my way, darling."
She made it to the 7-11, bought a Slurpee, and was feeling better and less pissed, slightly. "Sorry I snapped," she sighed, sliding into his car when he pulled up.
"It's fine. What flavour did you get?" he asked, grabbing her Slurpee and sipping. "Mmm, Mountain Dew and mango?"
Lily stared at him for a beat, then smiled. "Yeah. And some strawberry thing at the bottom to try." She took the cup back as he pulled out of the lot. "So, I suppose I should mention, the Potters know we're fucking," she said conversationally, glancing out the window.
"Is that what we're doing?" he asked. "I thought we were driving in a car."
She smirked. "I'm not driving," she said, then rolled her eyes when he glanced pointedly down at his crotch. "And my tongue is cold. Slurpee, y'know?" Scorpius smirked, that devious glint in his eye.
"Right," he said. "Is that why you're upset? Because they know you sit in my car while I'm driving and we have, on occasion, fucked?" Her mouth twitched.
"Yes." He arched a brow and glanced at her.
"Should I be offended by that, darling?"
Lily's eyes widened. "No! I'm just pissed that my mother can't seem to get it through her thick skull that I'm not a child, she has no control over my life, and I'm capable of making my own decisions."
"A child you are not," Scorpius agreed, smirking. "But you're her child."
Lily's mouth pursed. "She said you were 'not appropriate' for me and she didn't want me associating with 'your sort'. And that you were a bad influence. And old."
Scorpius shook his head. "She's not wrong. I am a bad influence, I'm definitely not appropriate, but I know you prefer that, and 'my sort' too," he replied, casting her another glance. "And you've already told me I'm old. Now you're just rubbing it in."
"Ugh, just because she-" Lily cut herself off. She didn't talk about that. Ever. And she didn't intend to start.
Scorpius waited for several moments. "Just because she…?"
They stopped at the light just before his building. "Nothing."
He turned his head fully and looked at her. "Are we going to play this game, Lily?"
She looked back at him steadily. "No. We're not. Because that is a nothing." The light changed and he slipped into his parking space in a few more minutes.
"You're a very secretive person, darling."
Lily snorted lightly. "And you're not?"
He grinned as they went to the elevator. "Not in the slightest, darling. I'm an open book, you simply have to turn the pages."
Lily was a little taken aback by that. "I'm not secretive," she said defensively. He grinned, pulling her to him by the hand, kissing her.
"Yes, you are. But I'm patient enough to wait you out if need be." He drew a finger down her throat, hooking it in the neckline of her dress. "And in the meantime, we'll keep fucking and sitting in my car."
"While you're driving," she added.
"While I'm driving," he agreed, then took her Slurpee and drank some more. "Now, about that cold mouth business… Would you like a proper demonstration how that can be a good thing?"
Two days later, Lily was at Scorpius's place going through her latest shopping trip. She'd kissed and made up with her mother, who had 'simply been trying to warn her about handsome men and the dangers they posed' and managed to grin and bear through a lengthy shopping trip so Lily could 'get some respectable clothes' that weren't 'covered in paint'. Of course, there'd also been The Talk, which was mortifying for both of them, for different reasons. Lily had pretty much figured out that her stupid step brother had been telling her mom and his father the full extent of how Scorpius was 'bad' and probably turning her into a slut. Lily had, blushingly, told her mother her sex life was none of the elder redhead's business, and even if she wanted to be kinky, she was a consenting adult. Ginny had pursed her mouth and changed the subject, but Lily was certain it would come up again at some point.
"Are you going to model that for me?" Scorpius murmured as she stood in his master bathroom, surrounded by bags, glad to be somewhere quiet and Ginny-free. She put the bathing suit she'd just pulled out down and smiled as she turned.
"Sorry for just turning up, I had to get away from my mother, and this was the closest place."
"I wouldn't have given you a key if I minded the thought of coming home and finding you here, darling," he said, eyeing the bikini. "Though I'll admit, I pictured you in less clothing."
She smirked. "My mother thinks shopping solves all of life's problems, including stubborn daughters who are being turned into sex-crazed harlots." She rolled her eyes when Scorpius smirked.
"So are you going to try that delightful scrap of fabric on?" he asked.
Lily rolled her eyes again. "You're incorrigible. It's quite obviously two scraps of fabric, Scorpius."
"Would you rather just get naked?"
Lily looked at him, feeling a hot spurt of desire. It had been almost twenty four hours since she'd seen him, and even longer since he'd last been inside her. And she was hot and horny for him already. "That depends," she murmured, moving toward him as he filled the doorway.
"On?"
She licked her lips, pressing her body against him. "Do you want me completely naked? Or just below the neck?"
His eyes darkened. "If you're asking me a question, slut, then I want you to say it." She bit her lip, then released it and gathered her courage.
"Do you want to punish me, Master?" she whispered.
He grinned. "I always want to punish you, slut." She barely held in a whimper at the tone of voice, thick with knowledge of just how to make her want to climb the walls, hard with authority. "Tell me what you want."
"I want…" She took a deep breath in through her nose, catching the smell of his cologne, and melting a little against him. "I want you to take me into…" She swallowed. Come on, Lily, you're not twelve, just fucking say it. "I want you to take me into your domain, put my collar on, and tell me how you want to be pleasured, Master," she said thickly.
"Good girl," he murmured, then tilted her mouth up, pausing before kissing her. "Get undressed here and come to me in two minutes. I need a moment to decide what I'm in the mood for." His mouth brushed over hers. "Two minutes, Lily."
She watched him go and quickly stuffed clothes back into bags and shucked what she was wearing, including the stupid, restrictive underwire bra she knew her mother assumed she always had on.
She checked the time on her phone and tried to keep her courage together. It was good last time, wasn't it? You came twice for him, it must have been! Buck up, it's going to be fine. She glanced at her phone, realized her two minutes were up and nervously, feeling exposed as she crossed the living area, moved toward the second bedroom. She hesitated in the doorway.
"Come in, close the door," Scorpius said firmly. She licked her lips. He was already shirtless and she was already wet for him. She did as he bid her, and gulped as he turned from the dresser and moved toward her. He buckled her collar onto her and she felt a flutter of nerves, but squashed them. "Come here," he said, hooking a finger into the silver loop, and tugged her toward the dresser. She saw the golden hoops and the same multi-frond whip thing she'd touched last time on top of the dresser. Scorpius picked up one of the hoops. "Would you like to try these?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she said, her nipples already hard just thinking about it. Would it hurt? Probably. Would it hurt in a good way? She had a feeling it might. Would he play with them? God, I fucking hope so.
He smirked. "Very good manners, slut." He flicked a nipple until it beaded, then stretched the little hoop and placed it over the engorged flesh, right at the base of her nipple, and released it. She gasped. "Breathe. It's going to pinch, but you'll get used to it." She nodded and he put the second one on after teasing her nipple harder. She let her breath out in a whoosh. "Mmm, very fetching," he murmured, then very deliberately lifted the hoop up and flicked it back down. She whimpered. "And very sensitive. Do they feel okay?"
"Yes, Master," she said, trying to control her voice. They hurt, a lot, but the sharp, burning edge of pain was bizarrely enjoyable, heightening her arousal. Scorpius put his hand between her legs, slipping a finger into her.
"Still wet, so you must like it, slut." He pulled his finger out and brought it to her mouth. "Suck," he commanded, but her mouth was opening before he spoke. He grunted, then pulled his digit away after a few moments. He gestured to the dresser. "Pick a toy." She hesitated, unsure what sort he wanted her to pick. Scorpius half smiled, as if reading her mind. "You decide, slut, but do it quickly." She gulped, then bent a little to open his favourite drawer and selected the one Scorpius had indicated as his own choice last time. She couldn't help herself. Lily had been thinking about it anytime her mind wasn't distracted by something else, almost to the point of obsession. "Are you sure?" Scorpius asked as she pulled it out.
"Yes, Master."
He tapped her ass. "Good girl. Now, maybe if you're very good, you'll find out what's in that bottom drawer." She smiled at that thought. "Up in bed, lie down on your back, and keep those legs spread for me, slut," he rumbled, tapping her ass again.
She moved to do as she was told and was laying down when there came the muffled sound of buzzing, like a phone set to vibrate. Lily knew it wasn't hers, as hers was still atop her purse, sitting on the vanity of his bathroom. Scorpius frowned, moved to his suit jacket, and glanced at his cellphone. "Is-?" she asked, but the blond shot her a look and she closed her mouth.
The buzzing stopped for a moment, then started again. "Goddamn it," Scorpius growled, and, to Lily's consternation, answered the phone. "What?" he snapped. There was a pause and she saw him glance at her. "Maybe." Another pause, and then Scorpius smirked. "Really?" He listened for another moment, then looked away from her, jaw clenching. "I'm certain that's none of your business." Blond brows went up. "Is that so? Interesting." There was another pause and Scorpius looked at her again, but he was definitely not smirking. "I'll be there." He hung up, turned his phone off, and tossed it back onto the little sofa where his jacket lay. Lily was tempted to ask who it was and what they wanted but refrained. "That was your step brother," he said, moving toward her on the bed again. Lily wondered what the hell Albus was calling for. "He was given the task of inviting me to your birthday party tomorrow." Lily licked her lips as Scorpius reached under the bed, drew out a cuff attached to a thin wire, and fastened it around her right wrist. He leaned back down, and flicked some sort of switch that held the restraint taut. "Is it your birthday the day after tomorrow?" he asked casually, going around to the other side of the bed.
"Yes, Master," she said quietly.
"Your twenty-first birthday?" he asked, fixing the second cuff around her left wrist.
"Yes, Master," she said unable to meet his eyes as he flicked the switch on that side, and Lily instinctively pulled on her restraints.
"Look at me." She did. Scorpius did not look impressed. "So you are not, in fact, twenty one," he said succinctly. She shook her head even though it wasn't a question. "Do you know what that means?" he asked very quietly, moving back to the dresser. She shook her head again and he almost smiled. "That means, my naughty little slut, that you lied to me." He moved back and gently flapped the leathery thing between her thighs, the little fronds smacking against her flesh, and she spread her legs wider. "And do you know what that means, slut?"
"Yes, Master," she said in a whisper.
"Tell me," he said, smirking. She took a deep breath.
"You're going to punish me, Master," she said, trying not to sound excited at the prospect, even though she kind of really was. The leather thing cracked down, the dozen or so soft bits of leather biting into her inner thigh. She cried out.
"That is correct, slut. And you can count out all twenty one of your lashings, starting now." Lily gulped even as her eyes went wide. Twenty one? She tugged on the restraints again, but they didn't budge. Panic rose up in her chest, but she shoved it down. The whip-thing cracked down again, a little lighter this time, on her other thigh. "I can't hear you," Scorpius said gently.
"One," she said bravely, even though she was pretty sure she was going to have to use her safe word. The leather snapped down again, and she lost her breath as it landed very slightly closer to her pussy.
"Start over. I expect you to keep your manners, slut, or have you forgotten where we are?"
"Yes, Master," she breathed. That last one hadn't hurt nearly as bad. She licked her lips and told herself she could do this. "One, Master."
He dragged the bits of leather over her belly teasingly. "That's better." A flick of his wrist had it snapping over the first thigh again and she moaned, because that one hadn't hurt at all. It stung, certainly, but it was a pleasurable sting, that made her impossibly wetter.
"Two, Master," she breathed.
"And while we're on the subject, I'm only going to say this once, so listen carefully, Lily," he said firmly, and she met his eyes, the soft leather strips dragging gently over her slit. "If you lie to me in future, I will never bring you in here again, I will rescind the privilege of using my toys, and you will see me get upset, which I can promise you won't like. Understood?"
She nodded. "Yes, Master." She bit her lower lip, feeling guilty.
"Is there anything else you'd like to confess to now?" Lily shook her head looking away, and then she felt gentle fingers on her chin, turning her head to one side. Scorpius was very close, crouched by the bed while looking at her, his thundery grey eyes very dark. "Then we start on a clean slate. I expect honesty, and while you can keep your secrets, I won't tolerate being lied to outright, or it will be impossible for me to trust you enough to make this work." She nodded, trying not to feel emotional. "Very good," he said, and stood up. "What number are we at?"
She licked her lips. "Number three, Master," she murmured. He smirked.
"Right you are, slut."
He lashed her again, right over her pussy, and she lost her breath because that one had felt really fucking good, but managed to croak out, "Three, Master."
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