M is for Master
Rating: NC-17
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Draco took a step back to fully gaze at his pet, thinking for a moment before speaking again.
"Accio wine glass," he called and a lovely, hand-crafted glass made of the finest clear material, similar to Muggle glass, whizzed through the air to his waiting hand. He sipped from it, contemplating. Now, what to do with his pet? He picked up the last remaining object and clipped a leash to Harry's collar.
"On your hands and knees," commanded Draco. He smirked as Harry complied. He briefly wondered about taking Harry to a show sometime, to show him off and then decided that Harry would never agree in case he was recognized. Oh, well. It was a nice thought...
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Harry felt his leash being pulled and followed the tugging, crawling like told. It was a mixture of thrill and trepidation that held him when Draco did this. To lead him around while blindfolded left Harry disorientated and even more dependent on Draco. Secretly he was afraid that one day Draco may just lead him into a room full of people...like Ginny. Sometimes he got the feeling that Draco wanted to publicize that he belonged to him and keep Harry for himself all the time. Harry squashed the feeling of fuzziness in his chest at that thought. Harry had Ginny, and Draco had whichever girl he wanted for the night seeing as he and Cordelia were now divorced. They'd never be exclusive. Oh well, it was a nice thought...
Lost in his own mind, he didn't realise Draco had stopped until he bumped into him. There was a low chuckle above him. He wouldn't move again until commanded to. He heard the sound of Draco sitting down right in front of him and trousers being unzipped.
"You looking so delicious has got me in quite a state, lovely," purred Draco. A hand gripped his collar and roughly pulled him up until his hands had fumbled into position on Draco's thighs and he was kneeling before him. He started breathing heavily, knowing what was coming...or who would be soon...But he'd never been made to suck off Draco blindfolded before. Spirals of excitement travelled down his back to rest in his groin. Those damn nipple clamps weren't helping either, he thought furiously, knowing they were going to be tormenting him for some time before they were removed. He could guess what was intimately placed at the root of his dick, and knew that Draco had acquired another level of power over his body by controlling his ejaculation. Why did that make his breath come out in pants and make his body shudder? He didn't know why giving Draco control turned him on, but right now he didn't particularly care.
The hand on his collar pulled him closer to Draco's groin. He felt the velvet skin of Draco's cock against his lips and tentatively flicked his tongue out to the familiar taste.
"More," growled Draco. Harry licked at the head like a dog in small laps, feeling the erection beneath his lips twitching. Draco hummed in the back of his throat and moaned as Harry mouthed the head of his cock, tongue ululating at the leaking slit. The hand on his collar moved to his hair and gripped, pushing downwards. Harry had no choice but to accept more until Draco was satisfied, half of his cock penetrating Harry's pursed lips, tongue like velvet against over-heated skin, saliva a soothing balm. Harry bobbed his head, wanting to please Draco, to make his Master happy.
Draco shifted in his seat, spreading his legs wider so Harry could lean further forwards. Without warning, Draco pushed Harry's head down further until he was deep throating Draco's dick. Harry gagged at the suddenness of the movement, his throat muscles spasming. Draco moaned louder as he felt the muscles around him convulsing. He gripped Harry's head and begun thrusting into the warm heat of Harry's mouth. He came a few minutes later, with Harry's hands caressing Draco's fine thigh hair and moving further to grope clumsily at Draco's sac which tightened and quivered as Draco came and his semen was forced down Harry's throat.
Harry was released from Draco's hold and pushed backwards to tumble onto the carpeted floor, feeling cum on his lips and slipping down his chin. Gasping for air, he felt a hand close around his own neglected erection. He mewled as Draco worked it, his long fingers causing him to writhe and squirm on the floor, his wrists twisting in their bondage.
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After a few minutes, Draco rose to look down at the picture Harry made. His hair messier than usual. Sex hair, thought Draco pleased. His small waist emphasized in the corset, his long legs appearing even longer in heels, his nipples and the head of his erection turning purple form over stimulation without release and his wrists rubbed raw from all his twisting and squirming. He looked...delicious. Unfortunately for Harry, he was going to have wait awhile before being allowed to find release. Draco grinned a sadistic, smug smile, and pulled at the leash attached to Harry's collar. Harry obediently moved to his hands and knees, waiting. Draco suddenly decided he'd bring a camera next time. Harry sprawled out on the floor was definitely picture-worthy.
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