Disclaimer: I don't own the HP universe.
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Warning: sex, sub/dom/switch, explicit. Sex, no fluff whatsoever. Merlin, help me.
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''I missed you, you know?'' his breath tickled her ear, making her shiver and writhe in his arms. Zarah laid her palms on top of his that were hugging her waist. After a long day at work nothing helped quite like the feeling of giving into naughtiness. Both their hands traveled slowly under the hem of her jumper to slide over the smooth expanse of hidden skin of her stomach.
''I can tell,'' her hips pressed greedily back into his pelvis, feeling the man's readiness. At that Alastair grunted and chuckled, pressing small kisses down her neckline, until reaching the edge of clothing.
''Undress,'' the command made her insides melt into a puddle of hot mercury. Zarah stepped away, still keeping her back towards him, and took her clothes off piece by piece. She could hear fabric rustling and guessed that he was doing the same thing.
After the first kiss they had talked at length about their preferences and come to a conclusion that they made a good match. Every time was a slow build up of anticipation but an unwavering knowledge that they agreed upon what brought pleasure for each of them. So, when Zarah saw him come around, naked and halfway ready, carrying his tie, she knew almost immediately what was about to happen.
''You look excited,'' he smirked, taking both her wrists and binding them together with the black and blue fabric. She didn't have time to respond or stop smiling when the man grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder with ease, taking her over to the bed onto which she was then thrown. Zarah giggled, she couldn't help it.
Lazily rolling over, she got on her knees wanting to face him but was caught mid turn when Alastair's hand grabbed her hair and pushed her top part into the mattress. ''I did not say you could move,'' the hiss was close to animalistic but Zarah was far from being scared. Instead, she tried to push up on her elbows but that was met with an even more force being put into the back of her head. ''I said, do not move!'' a sharp slap on her exposed rear made the woman gasp.
Almost in an instant, she felt her tied arms extend forward, the tie looping around one of the bed posts, and a cool breeze on her more private parts indicated that all the underwear had disappeared too. Keeping a steadying hand on the small of her back, the man spread her knees as far apart as it was comfortable for her. It was as much up to Zarah to stay in this position as it was for Alastair to make her want to stay.
His large, warm hands roamed her exposed back and ass, traveling down the back of her legs. He paid special attention to any spots she reacted to, kneading or pulling, or both to get her to relax. It did as much to loosen her up as it did to arouse. Soon the witch under him was visibly struggling not to lean into every gentle caress or kiss. At which point the man straightened up and changed position to kneel on one side of her body, now paying undivided attention only to her upwards presented rear.
''Have you been a good witch today?'' soothing, raspy voice asked her and when she didn't answer immediately a heavy palm landed on her right buttock. Zarah gasped, held her breath and the feeling of pain and tingling on her skin, and exhaled loudly after a few seconds. ''Have you been a good witch today, Zarah?'' again she didn't answer on time and another slap, the exact same intensity as the first, landed on her left buttock.
''Yes! Merlin… yes, I was…'' but it was too late and she could hear Alastair humm his disapproval from above.
''Las time, Zarah, have you been a good witch today?''
''Yes!'' the yell and air came rushing out of her so fast it left her breathless. Though this was a game she, knew that refusing to follow for too long would end in something that neither of them would enjoy. She still twitched when his hand touched down on her bum, even though it was light as a feather. They were nowhere near done, so Alastair continued his ministration.
Every time Zarah hesitated she would be punished, not severely but enough so that in half an hour her skin had turned bright red. And he used her whole body, not just the rear. There was no hurry in either one of them and she appreciated how patient he was. Because for her this was as much pleasure as it was therapy.
This time he also brought her to the edge, purely by spanking and then went away to have a glass of water. Zarah almost exploded, her anger kicking in overdrive and making her body thrash against the restraint. But the sight of him standing by the table, so erect it must have been painful, stifled her curses in favour of pleading for him to come back.
And he did. He helped her turn over and lie on her back, while kneeling between her legs. Not being able to touch him was unbearable. So she arched every part of her body he touched to get closer, but he wouldn't have it. Alastair had a willpower like a mountain and even though she could see him moving around with some effort, he still planned on playing with her until the bitter end.
Spreading Zarah's legs, he trailed gentle kisses around her abdomen, down the insides of her thighs, over the big scar just above her knee, stopping there and giving it a lick and a bite. Her body shuddered because at this point the brain could translate anything as pleasant. He was gentle when his lips landed on the little bundle of nerves, preemptively placing his hand on her stomach to hold her down when she wanted to arch up. And then he bit the inside of her leg again, instantly going back to suckling the tiny bud. This, repeated over and over, left Zarah's senses so confused that she soon felt the electric charges of arousal shooting to her lower back more from biting than the stimulation of clitoris. And just as she started to descend into the blackness of sensory overload she felt him roll out of the bed again leaving her a whimpering mess. So wet she was.
She didn't dare move even when the sensation of restraints around her wrists disappeared. She stayed where she was, stretched out, occasionally submitting to a muscle spasm but not wanting to move lest it would bring on an orgasm. It wasn't until her breathing had calmed down and she could focus her gaze, that Alastair came back, pausing at the foot of the bed, looming over her form. Zarah slowly rolled onto her stomach, relieved that her muscles were relaxed enough now, and took in the sight in front of her. With his toned chest and the very slight softness around the stomach, completely overshadowed by the enormity of his shaft that stood erect, slightly leaning to one side of his abdomen.
The look in his eyes, dark and almost predatory, rose her own beast that now wanted repay the kindness he had shown her body earlier. Sliding off the bed, Zarah found her wand amongst the pile of clothes on the floor and with two flicks had his arms stretched out to both sides, tied with his own tie and a rope transfigured out of a sock. As if testing the strength of his restraints, Alastair janked on each of them in turn, grunting his approval when they didn't give. Zarah wasn't used to be in this position but with him it was like something in his being pushed her to the brink. She had always been a happy submissive, but Alastair made her want to see the emotion flicker over his face as a whip landed on his skin. Something in those split moments before touchdown and him breathing afterwards, when he looked entirely lost to the world, was as good for her as any orgasm.
And man, did he have tolerance for pain! Using a short ninetail without any extra accessories, she would whip him all over for good twenty minutes, occasionally taking a break by suddenly swallowing his penis or biting his nipples. When Zarah finally threw the whip away, her hand was aching and his body was covered in glorious red stripes, criss crossing his back, buttocks and chest. His breathing was so heavy it was a visible effort, as well as standing up, which made him awkwardly rest his knees against the edge of the bed to take some weight off of the ropes on his wrists.
She crawled back into the bed, sitting in front of him and trailing weightless touches over the most sensitive areas. A sharp, contrasting crimson line could be seen against the lighter skin of the stomach, extremely close to the tip of his cock, and, as her nails ghosted over it, he drew in a sharp breath. ''That one almost did me innnnnngh…!'' the sentence was so distorted due to the fact that she had yet again swallowed him down to the base. Zarah was very grateful for not having a gag reflex and decided to try something new today. She stayed where she was, mouth full, his tip obstructing her nasal passageways. Fingers played with his balls, giving them a light squeezes and a stretch.
She could feel him move, so her other hand came around his waist to keep him still. Her lungs started to notice that there was no air coming in but it was still far from dangerous. Next, Zarah tried to swallow intentionally, contracting the deep muscles around his shaft, all the while moving her tongue as much as it was possible, because he did take up most of the space in her mouth. There was an instant shudder from the man's body and she heard him growl. Carefully changing her position only as much as was needed to be able to look up, witch's gaze was met by a stare she had never seen on any man's face before. She swallowed again and this time his thrust came immediately after. And another growl. There was so much concentration in his face that it had turned red and it looked like he was holding his own breath too. When Zarah swallowed for the third time, finally noting that her heart had sped up quite a bit in reaction to the lack of oxygen, Alastair let out a scream and janked at the restrains until they came apart from the brute strength. While doing so he had taken a step back, leaving her panting on the edge of the bed.
But Zarah didn't have much time to catch her breath as she was grabbed by the shoulders, thrown back and a feral looking man landed on top of her. A lightning fast image of seething pain in his eyes was erased when his mouth mercilessly crashed on her's. He kissed her like he wanted to kill her. Or revive her. Or both. Not breaking the contact he lifted her left leg over his arm, keeping it in the crook of his elbow, and positioned his tip against her entrance. With the next crushing set of life threatening kisses he thrust deep into her body with so much power it pushed her forward. But he also held her in place, by the leg, by shoulder, hair, mouth… anything he could get a hold of.
The pounding filled the stony room with violent clashes of flesh, growls, squeals and pleads. It was brutal, practically bone breaking, soul shattering and, more than anything, true to their natures. Zarah must have come but she only realized that after the darkness cleared from her vision and she could see Alastair's face above her, still moving. He drove her all the way into another orgasm and came as soon as her inner muscles clamped down on him. He still didn't stop moving, just pounding even harder, if that was even possible.
With a last thrust, eyes squeezed shut, Alastair bit down on her shoulder so hard it made Zarah scream and orgasm again. After that she was sure she blacked out.