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Hi! This is my first venture into some darker elements of the Harry Potter universe. Please mind the tags, and be forewarned that this story has non-con elements.
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A Lesson in Obedience
The roar of silence was deafening.
"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort cackled in the centre of the courtyard.
Percy felt the wave of dread roll over them. He could see it on their faces. His mother's eyes found his, pleading with him. But Percy ignored her.
"Bill looks about ready to stride across the way and kill us both," Charlie chuckled beside him.
Percy shushed him, but his gaze still moved to his siblings. If looks could kill, the ones they gave him would have made him die five times over. They looked livid.
Hagrid clutched Harry closer to his chest, and Percy rolled his eyes at the half-giant. So sentimental. Percy glanced to Harry's face, triple-checking he was, in fact, dead. They'd already had to deal with it once in the forest when Percy had stopped Narcissa from checking Harry. He had walked forward instead, pressed his fingers to Harry's neck, and still felt a pulse.
Voldemort had cast another killing curse almost immediately, Percy narrowly jumping out of the way. But it had hit the mark, permanently killing Harry Potter.
Percy wasn't sad in the slightest. He had no love lost for The-Boy-Who-Lived-and-Died. The twins and Ron had made sure Harry disliked him instantly, signalling Percy as the rule-enforcer of the bunch. Children didn't like rules, especially not a bunch of Gryffindors. And Percy had never felt he belonged in Gryffindor, anyway. But he had pleaded with the hat when it offered to place him in Slytherin.
"I just want to be like my family. Please, I have to be like my big brothers. Please put me in Gryffindor." Percy had whispered to it over and over, the minutes ticking by and nearly turning into a hat stall. But the hat had listened. Percy always wondered what he'd have amounted to if he'd been placed in Slytherin instead.
Either way, he was a Death Eater now.
He'd been recruited while working at the Ministry, fed up with the dull life of being a slave to Barty Crouch Snr. It hadn't taken much convincing. Craving its steady rush of adrenaline, Percy loved power. He took the Mark the summer after Cedric Diggory was killed. Something in him had turned excited when Harry said Voldemort was back. It made him think, realise that there was a way for him to earn power. He didn't care where—or who—it came from.
Percy was the one who convinced Fudge that Voldemort wasn't back. When Percy swore loyalty to the Dark Lord, he had to prove himself. So he applied for the position of Minister Fudge's personal secretary. When he got it, Percy was with Fudge nearly all day and all night. It was the perfect way to get information to Voldemort. And Percy had Fudge's ear—could convince him that Voldemort was still long dead. Buy the Dark Lord more time to build his army without prying eyes and ears.
Charlie joining the ranks had been a surprise, but Romania was a known hub for dark wizards, so Percy supposed he'd been swayed at some point. But Percy didn't care; his only goal was to impress Voldemort. Playing double agent to the Order with Charlie and Snape, he'd already done that several times. And now, helping the Dark Lord kill Harry Potter... Percy had earned Voldemort's favour.
Because of him, they won the War.
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A year passed by in the blink of an eye. Percy was placed in charge of the Department of Mysteries, screening every secret he could to bring to Voldemort. Laws were flipped or removed, and a new order came to pass. Those who opposed the Dark Lord were killed or fled to other countries, but many joined him. Anyone that fought at the Battle of Hogwarts was taken prisoner and turned to pets, slave to the highest bidder. Bodies quickly became currency—even Purebloods were thrown into the same ranks, especially those of marriageable age.
It was vile, cruel. No world in which anyone—except those in power—wanted to live.
And Percy was at the head of it all.
He quickly became one of Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters, currying favour and fortune. Over the past several months, he had earned the trust and friendship of many, including the Malfoy's.
Narcissa had taken a particular interest in him, and it wasn't long before Percy was invited to her bed. Lucius took him under his wing, teaching Percy all the things he wished to know about pain and pleasure. Narcissa was perfect, willing to do anything they asked of her. She was a switch, playing both the part of Master and Pet. But now, Percy would acquire a pet of his own.
And oh, what a perfect pet Pansy Parkinson turned out to be.
She stood before him, naked except for a pair of black stiletto heels. Percy's cock throbbed as his eyes went lower to her cleanly shaved cunt. The thought of filling Pansy with his come made him take a sharp breath. It had been a long time since those feelings overtook him. Ever since Penelope. But she hadn't liked the way Percy fucked, hadn't liked what he asked her to do. So he had repressed that side of him.
But Pansy would be different—he could feel it. Something told him Pansy would love every drop of his come. He wondered where she would want it first. Down her throat? On her face? Maybe even buried deep inside her and coating her walls. Pansy could choose the first time. Percy would allow her just the once. And then where he decided to paint her was up to only him.
Percy gripped the collar in his hands, the leather warm. She glared at him while he placed it on her, his thumb sliding over the stitched-in mark. Property of P.W. With it, no other man would touch her. She belonged to Percy. It was magically enchanted so that no one except him could remove it. Not even Pansy.
"My gift to you, Weasley," Voldemort said in his airy voice. "For your dedication to me."
Percy bowed, arm crossing his front. "Thank you, my Lord." He straightened and clipped the leash to Pansy, smirking at the small huff of her nose.
She had fire, this one. Percy remembered her from school, the snobbery she exuded, the way she thought rules didn't apply to her. But look at Pansy Parkinson now.
"Her father gave her to me; I believe to try and gain some of my favour back, though he lost it long ago." Voldemort sighed. "I have no interest in the bratty girl. I prefer my playthings completely under my control."
His long black nails raked through the wild hair of a naked Bellatrix at his feet. She never stopped looking at him, her crazed eyes always on his face. The rebounded curse Molly had thrown at her before Bellatrix killed his mother scarred the one side of her body, but Voldemort didn't care how she looked. He only wanted them pliant and willing, and Bellatrix would do anything he asked.
Percy stared down at Pansy, his height towering over her, even in heels. He wrapped the leash around his hand until it tugged tightly on the collar. Pansy stared at him with angry, furrowed brows and a set jaw, a blush covering her cheeks.
"I don't mind a mouth," Percy said, his eyes never leaving Pansy's. "Only makes it sweeter when I break them."
A whimper left her lips, quiet enough so that only he could hear. Interesting. It wasn't the response he had expected. Did Pansy like this?
Voldemort gave a scratchy chuckle. "I had my doubts about you, Weasley. But you and your brother are not like the rest, are you?"
"I will be whatever you need me to, my Lord." Percy turned to him and smirked, bending his head in a slight bow.
The grin that split Voldemort's lips would make any lesser man tremble. But not Percy. "Go—enjoy the celebration, Weasley. You've earned your prize."
Percy gripped the edge of Pansy's leash, wrapping it around his fist and tugging her to his side. She stumbled forward, her naked body crashing against his. Voldemort laughed again, then turned his attention to Snape beside him. He was done with Percy, and Percy was glad for it. One could never be too careful around the Dark Lord, and his new pet was bound to distract him. Snape had no pet, seemed not to even desire one in the slightest. Perhaps that was why Voldemort kept him as his right hand.
"Come, pet," he muttered to Pansy, pulling her along. She walked behind him as they weaved between people, some having public sex, others huddled together to watch displays. Percy ignored it all. He preferred his dalliances to be private, or at least somewhat. A romp in the hallway, moans echoing off the walls for all to hear sounded enticing, but he didn't like to do it for all the world to see.
They made their way to his table at the side of his room. Draco already sat, wine in hand. His pets kneeled behind him on the ground, silver initials D.M. etched into their collars. Neville stood to his right. He wasn't a pet, his line was too pure for that, but he had fought against them. Neville couldn't attain status. Not until he proved himself. So Draco had taken him under his wing, teaching him how to live amongst this world. Percy suspected they got up to much more than that, but he didn't pry. The secret of their relationship held no value to Percy. Not yet, anyway.
Narcissa waved in greeting as they passed. Blaise Zabini—her current pet—was buried beneath her robes, his tongue and fingers pleasuring her cunt. Their relationship was an interesting one. Zabini had volunteered to become a pet—wanted it. But only at these parties. Outside of this Manor, Blaise Zabini was a man of great societal standing. It certainly helped that Narcissa Malfoy allowed Blaise to fuck her. Lucky bastard; sometimes Percy missed the feel of her cunt.
Percy inclined his head and continued to his table. He couldn't think about Narcissa anymore; he had his own pet now, all to himself.
"You will kneel at my right side," Percy told Pansy as he pulled his chair. "If you need something, touch my hand. Do not speak unless I permit you—including to other people."
Draco perked up as they approached; his bright grey eyes twinkled with amusement. This would be a dangerous game—Draco loved to toy with people. And he and Pansy had been friends during Hogwarts.
"Pansy, there you are." Draco grinned and perched his chin atop his hand. "I was wondering where you'd got to. Your father finally let you out of the house, I see."
Percy sat and waited for Pansy to kneel, but she hesitated, her fists clenching at her sides. Her reaction was refractory—Pansy was too new, too untrained. And Draco knew that; he was goading her.
"My pet has strict instructions not to speak to anyone unless I give permission, which I do not," Percy cut in before Pansy could say anything. He took off his black-rimmed glasses and wiped the lens.
Pansy still stood beside him, and Percy cut his sapphire eyes to her. "Kneel."
The annoyance of Draco attempting to get Pansy punished made his voice sound colder than needed at that moment. Instead of following his instruction, Pansy furrowed her brows and clenched her jaw.
"I will not kneel to you," Pansy spat. Her rage burned bright, and though she was defying him, Percy couldn't help the tightening of his trousers. Merlin, how he wanted to tame that fire raging inside her.
Draco laughed, turning his head to whisper something to Neville. They both grinned, but Percy didn't hear what was said. His blood thrummed in his ears, silencing everything as he focused on Pansy.
From the corner of his eye, Percy thought he spotted a familiar head of bushy brown hair. But it was gone in an instant, and he couldn't look to confirm if it was Hermione Granger or not. Right now, he needed to teach his pet a lesson.
The leather leash wrapped tightly around Percy's hand as he wound it. Pansy couldn't help but bend toward him, too weak against his pull. A blush crept over her cheeks as their faces neared. Percy reached up and gripped her cheeks tightly, pressing his thumb to part her lips. She tried to pull back from him, but his strong hold on her collar prevented it. The angry look only increased, her eyes blazing with the intensity of it.
"You will kneel," Percy muttered. "Or I will bend you over my knee and spank you for everyone to see." It wasn't his favourite punishment, but he knew it would humiliate Pansy to be spanked in front of Draco. Her lashes fluttered at his words, and her legs shifted. Or perhaps... "Or is that what you want, pet? Do you want me to show everyone how red your arse can get?"
"I wouldn't mind the show," Draco drawled. "It's getting quite boring."
Percy slid a glare to Draco—a mistake to take his focus off Pansy. She wasn't ready.
"The same as your cock, if I recall correctly." Pansy bit out, taking advantage of Percy being distracted. She had managed to pull her face from his hand.
The air buzzed around them. Other's nearby had heard their squabble, seen Percy's inability to control his pet. Draco threaded his fingers together and sat back, a satisfied smirk on his face. The people began to whisper.
Well, that just wouldn't do.
Percy stood in one fluid motion, yanking Pansy behind him. She struggled at first but eventually let herself be led to the hall. The steady stream of music and sex filled the air, though it was much quieter the further they walked. A few couples mingled, one fucking against the walls, while Millicent Bulstrode and her pet Luna Lovegood watched. Percy led her past them all.
They walked to the end, and Percy tugged them into an alcove. He wrapped his hand gently around her throat and pressed her against the wall. Pansy's small hand gripped his wrist, trying to tug him off her.
"Stop struggling," Percy said, voice hard. He was angry and aroused—a dangerous combination. But she'd made him look a fool, and these were high-risk games they played. His nose skimmed her cheek as their bodies pressed flushed together. He could feel her chest heave, small pants leaving her mouth. Pansy liked this; she wanted to be dominated.
The very idea made Percy's cock throb.
Taking off his glasses and placing them in his pocket, Percy pressed his knee between her legs and forced them apart. The hold of his hand on her neck tightened somewhat—she was glistening wet.
"It's agonising, isn't it?" Percy muttered into her ear, his thumb skimming the inside of her thigh. "That you hate me, but I can make your knees go weak with a flick of my thumb."
To make his point, Percy moved his hand to cup her sex and pressed the pad of his thumb directly against her clit. It was a gentle pressure, firm enough to feel it, but not enough for Pansy, it seemed. She would need it hard, skimming the fine line between pain for pleasure and straight pain. It was the only thing that would break her enough to listen to his instruction.
Pansy sucked in a sharp breath, arching her hips forward. He could feel the wetness pooling, just beginning to trail down her thighs. He wanted to do more, touch more. But not here. No, it would need to be private the first time. So, instead, Percy withdrew his hand and stepped back, the cold Manor air filling the space between them. Pansy's nipples were pebbled and taut, her chest heaving with lust-filled breaths. A blush stained her cheeks, but her eyes. Her eyes were what made Percy's cock throb in his trousers.
The hazel orbs burned like a forest fire, cutting him with a sharp glare. Oh yes, she hated him. But her body was a traitor, betraying that she enjoyed his touch, despite her feelings.
Percy grinned and placed his glasses back to his face. He wrapped her leash around his fist and tugged her to him.
Her body pressed against him again, and he let her feel it—Let her feel the hardened cock in his trousers. It rubbed against the base of her stomach, and Pansy whimpered. Percy brushed his nose against hers. All he had to do to kiss her was tilt his head barely an inch. But he wouldn't do that either.
"When we return, you will kneel at my right side. Understood, pet?" Percy muttered, his voice hard. It took a massive amount of restraint not to fuck her against the wall. Her breasts pressed to his stomach, and when she breathed, her body shifted against his cock. It was maddening.
Pansy stayed silent, her brows knitting in defiance and jaw clenching. Percy smirked; it was precisely the response he wanted. He may not be able to fuck her against the wall, but at least he'd get to play a little.
Saying nothing, he released the grip he had on the leash, stepping away from Pansy. Percy tugged on the end of it and led Pansy around the corner. Silence followed them, now that they were so far from the party.
"Where are we going?" Pansy asked, her heeled feet clipping on the floor behind him.
Percy ignored her, only turning down another hallway. He knew there was one room down here that was usually very private, having used it several times with Narcissa and Lucius. The knob turned easily, and the room beyond the door was black as night.
Casting Lumos, the white tip of Percy's wand allowed him to see the candles. He flicked his wand once more, the candles lighting instantly and casting a faint orange glow around them.
"Is this... what..." Pansy looked around in awe, her eyes widening. Percy chuckled to himself and walked to the bar in the centre of the room.
"Welcome to the punishment room, pet." He slid his finger over the leather-wrapped metal of the contraption before him, watching Pansy take it in. Lucius had designed it himself, needing a place solely for discipline. Pleasure very rarely took place here—only if a sub had been perfect during their punishment.
In the centre stood a metal bench, the legs cemented to the ground and the bar thin and padded, two cuffs on either side of the pole sat on the floor. Percy grinned once Pansy realised what the bar was for.
"Shoes off," he told her. "Come here."
Pansy hesitated a moment before doing what she was told. Good, he wanted this over with quickly so they could return to the party and then go home. His cock was nearly bursting from the anticipation of fucking her with his own devices.
When Pansy stood before him, her eyes wavering between the bar and his face, Percy almost Apparated them on the spot. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, a fresh blush covering her face as she stared at the bar. It was apparent dirty thoughts crossed her mind, and Percy lost some of the hold on his desire.
Without thought, he reached out and gripped her lip between his finger and thumb. "You have one task while receiving your punishment. If you can keep this pretty mouth shut and not cry out, I will reward you."
Pansy pulled her lip from his hand without permission. Worthy of punishment, but Percy let it go. This time.
"Reward me how?" she asked, brows furrowed with confusion.
Percy moved his hand to her throat, fingers gripping the sides just like earlier. She could still breathe, still speak, but now she knew he meant business. He pulled her closer, their bodies nearly touching. His tongue flicked out, running along the ridge of her lip. Pansy shivered.
Letting her go, Percy gestured to the bar. "That was just a taste. Show me you can be a good girl, pet, and I'll give you a treat."
He nearly laughed out loud when Pansy's eyes narrowed at the innuendo, but she only clenched her jaw and bent over the waist-high bar. Her perfect round arse was beautifully on display, cunt dripping. Her head bent upside down with eyes shut tight. She hated herself for loving this; that much was obvious. But Percy would teach her how to love it.
Walking forward, Percy ran a gentle finger across her arse. It was unblemished and smooth. He couldn't wait to ruin it. A flick of his wand had the cuffs binding to Pansy's wrists and ankles, keeping her bent in half. Percy stepped back to admire her.
She really was beautiful. The perfect woman—if only she didn't have a mouth on her. But Percy liked the fire; enjoyed the passion that came from every interaction.
A board hung from the nearby wall, paddles, crops, and whips of various shapes and sizes lined it. For this, Percy chose a wooden paddle, the flat of it only six inches thick. He didn't want to bring out anything traumatising the first time, but Pansy needed to know she had transgressed.
"You will receive ten spanks of my paddle on each cheek. I will give a few gentle pats at first, so you learn the instrument I'm using. Understood?"
Pansy whimpered, and Percy smirked. "I need a verbal yes, pet."
"Yes, I understand."
"Sir. Yes, I understand, Sir."
"Yes, I fucking understand, Sir." Pansy bit out, her hands pulling slightly at the bindings.
Percy's smirk turned into a grin. Oh yes, he would have fun with her fire.
Removing his many rings, he tucked the paddle beneath his arm. The Dark Mark was a stark contrast against his pale, freckled skin as he rolled up the sleeves of his black silk shirt and let his palms rest against her cheeks. His now-bare fingers squeezed the soft flesh, nails digging slightly. Pansy stayed silent. To test her further, he pulled her arse cheeks apart, his thumbs trailing the outside of her cunt. Pansy only flinched, arching her back into his touch. But no moans or whimpers escaped her throat.
"Good girl," Percy said, pulling the paddle free. He tapped the edge of it against her arse, rubbing the flat to her skin and tapping gently. "This is what I am going to use to spank you. Why am I punishing you?"
Pansy went rigid beneath the paddle. "Because I told Draco off."
"Because you told Master Malfoy off, pet. Remember your place."
"Yes, Sir."
It wasn't the response Percy wanted, but it shot a thrill through him nonetheless. The word Sir from her pink lips was a dangerous thing.
Ignoring the urge to take off his trousers and fuck her senseless, Percy tapped the paddle harder against her arse. Pansy sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes scrunched in concentration. To test her limits further, Percy smacked her hard once, the echo of slapped skin vibrating through the room, a minor punishment for the sass she gave him just now. A squeak lodged in Pansy's throat, her eyes popping open in surprise.
Percy chuckled. "I won't count that one." It was a slight sound, and Percy had baited it from her. But she had been so focused; he couldn't help but do it.
"I'm going to spank you now," he said after a few more firm taps of the wood. "You will take every blow I give you. I am not ruthless; I do not want to hurt you unless it's for both of our pleasure. But I do not allow safe words. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
The reply had been so automatic and breathless like Pansy was on the edge of her seat in anticipation. Percy glanced down to her face to find her eyes half-lidded and watching him. Salazar save him—he was going to fuck her into oblivion tonight.
The first smack was gentle, letting Pansy know to brace herself. The next left a bright red square on her skin. Five more followed in quick succession, and aside from some flinching and jerking, Pansy stayed silent.
"Three more on this side," Percy said. He dealt the blows quickly, dropping the paddle and rubbing his hands over the soft mound to ease the pain. She'd been so good, made no sound. He pressed a kiss over the now dark red square. Pansy jolted when his lips touched her but quickly relaxed into his touch. Tears filled her eyes, streaming down her temple and into her hairline from being upside down.
"You were outstanding, Pansy." Percy grabbed the discarded paddle and pressed it to the opposite cheek. The contrast between the two was perfection. He almost hated to ruin it.
Almost.
Again the first blow was gentle, followed by a flow of sharp slaps. Pansy's entire body vibrated as Percy dealt all ten, but again nothing left her lips.
"You may make noise now, pet," Percy commanded, his voice breathless from desire.
It was as if a dam had let loose. A groan ripped from Pansy's lips when Percy's tongue slid over the newly spanked cheek. Her breath came in a rapid rhythm.
"Would you like your reward?"
Pansy nodded quickly, "Please."
"Please, what?" Percy's fingers skimmed the edge of her soaked cunt. He always loved to play with his food.
Pansy jerked her hips upward, seeking friction against his fingers. "Please, Sir. Please reward me."
Percy began to devour her instantly. He needed the release as much as her, needed to pleasure her or else risk exploding. His forgotten cock throbbed in his trousers, but he ignored it. Pansy had earned this.
She cried out as he pressed the flat of his tongue on her clit, fingers diving inside her. He worked her quickly, her juices flowing as he finger-fucked her. She tasted like heaven and sin; Percy could do this for hours. The low moan she gave as his lips sucked on her clit had his blood racing. If Pansy acted like this from a little bit of foreplay, Percy could only imagine what she'd be like with his cock buried in her cunt.
He pulled his fingers from her, earning a whimper. But it was replaced with more moans as Percy's tongue slid from her clit to her opening, plunging in and out. His finger pressed against her arsehole and forced his thumb just barely in. Pansy writhed and moaned, arms straining against the bindings. She was close.
Percy stopped touching her instantly. Her taste coated his mouth as he stood and wiped his face. Pansy panted, her body coiled tight, eyes watching him with confusion.
Percy stood and grabbed his wand, flicking it to release her bindings. He tried hard not to smirk at the dazed expression Pansy gave him as she stood straight, knees wobbling.
Percy took out the rings from his pocket and began to slip them back on his fingers, watching Pansy's hungry eyes follow the movement. He stopped and thought for a moment. Perhaps he could test how obedient she'd become.
He removed them and held them to her. "Open your hand." She did, and the rings dropped to her palm. Percy stretched out his broad hand, fingers wide.
"Put them on me." His voice was stern, and Pansy quickly began to slide them on. She was being good, keeping her eyes on the task at hand. Once Pansy had replaced each ring, she met Percy's gaze.
Good. She was waiting for instruction.
"Kiss my hand."
Pansy looked confused, but Percy arched a brow in silent question, challenging her to argue. She didn't. Instead, she retook his hands and pressed her soft lips to his skin. Percy's neglected cock pulsed at the band of his trousers, begging to be touched.
When Pansy's tongue darted out, Percy pulled away, turning his hand to grip her face gently. Her eyes looked like molten jade against the flicker of candlelight as they met his.
"From now on, you will do as I say, Pansy. This is not a request. I can be cruel if I must." He held her gaze for a moment, then let go of her face, fingers skimming down her neck and across a pebbled nipple. Her chest rose and fell as he went lower. "But I can also be kind. If you're a good girl, like I now know you can be, I'll finish what I started."
Percy stepped back, wrapping her leash in his fist and replacing his glasses. He could feel her weighing the limited options in her head as they walked back to the party. Calculating how far she could push him before he snapped again. A wave of satisfaction rushed over him when he returned to his seat and caught a glimpse of his handiwork. Pansy's red arse was on display for all to see. Everyone now knew he had taken care of his mouthy pet.
She kneeled at his side, and Percy felt a victorious rush go through him. Pansy could be good, with the right amount of coaxing.
"Bet she put up one hell of a fight." Draco drawled, still sitting in the same position, though now one of his pets draped across his lap. His fingers were buried deep in her cunt, wetness glistening on the digits. Percy looked to see who it was, chuckling at the dazed expression of Hannah Abbot. Neville stood watching behind them, naked and wanking as he observed them. Percy couldn't help but notice the way Draco's gaze occasionally flickered to his cock.
Percy looked down at Pansy. "Show him."
Pansy hesitated a moment but did as she was told, standing and circling to show her abused arse. Draco gave a low whistle and buried his fingers deeper inside Hannah. "What a bad pet you've been, Parkinson. Red certainly suits you."
Pansy returned to her spot on the floor at Percy's. Percy could feel the humiliation radiating from her. Good, further punishment.
"I hope that satisfies her earlier error," Percy replied, pouring a fresh glass of wine.
Draco nodded and pulled his fingers from Hannah, sticking them in the air. Neville rushed forward to clean them off, his mouth devouring Hannah's juices. Once Neville was finished, Draco wiped his fingers with a handkerchief. "These parties are awfully dull."
Percy's gaze flashed to the Malfoy heir. "Only if one struggles to find entertainment. There's plenty to be had."
"My pets are too well-trained. Not like your bitch; I can only imagine what fucking her for the first time will be like. Think she'll bite you?"
Percy stood abruptly, anger rising in his chest. Draco was goading Pansy, trying to get enough of a rise out of her so she'd have to be punished again. "Do not think that just because I punished her, I am on your side. Pansy is mine, and I protect what's mine."
He turned to leave, tugging on Pansy's leash. He gave Draco one final withering glare over his shoulder before resuming on his path. Draco was an insolent brat but still a Malfoy. Percy could do no more than spit words at him.
They walked to the other side of the room, where a large group of people watched Romilda Vane deepthroat Dolohov in one swallow. An impressive feat, considering his length. Percy stopped to watch the way she choked, but Dolohov held her on until her face turned red.
Her first gasp of breath was sharp, her large breasts bouncing with each inhale.
Percy looked down at Pansy to find her watching with interest. He reached up to trail a finger down her cheek. "Do you enjoy this, pet?"
Pansy jolted, caught by surprise as she looked up to him. Her short black bob was much more tousled than when Percy first acquired her. "I—"
"Don't lie to me," he cut in, whispering low. "I can see it in your eyes."
Pansy glared and turned back to watch Romilda do it again. There it was, her rage. Lying dormant in wait for Percy to spark it.
"I find myself no longer interested in this party," Percy told her, turning to lead her toward the Floo. Pansy dragged along behind him, struggling to keep up with his wide gait. The large marble fireplace could fit five people, though that didn't stop Percy from pulling Pansy against him as they stepped into the green flames.
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Percy's home was situated in the countryside, far from people. It was comfortable, nothing quite so grand as the Manor—not yet, anyway. Percy had plans, his rise to power steady and imminent. The Dark Lord had gifted him a pet, not something done for just anyone. Galleons were sure to enter his coffers soon from those who wished to secure his favour in the hopes to be closer to Voldemort.
But what was on Percy's mind right now was getting Pansy's pretty pink mouth wrapped around his cock.
They stepped out of the fireplace and into the living room, the full moon glowing from the window. Percy wondered if Fenrir and his pack were already on the hunt for women to impregnate.
Pansy took in his living quarters beside him, no doubt expecting something similar to the Burrow.
"This is where you'll be living from now on," Percy told her. "You have free-range of my home, except for my playroom. That is off-limits unless I am here, understood?"
Pansy nodded, allowing herself to be led through the house. Adrenaline surged through Percy as they neared the stairs. Pansy touched his hand gently. "Master, may I use the restroom?"
Percy nodded, his desire only doubling that she had asked permission. "I think a bath too, for both of us. Then, we will finish what was started at the party."
Her eyes darkened, but she said nothing as they walked upstairs and into the bathroom. It was ornate, black and white marble from floor to ceiling with a large soaking tub and an elegant shower. It was everything the Burrow was not. Unclipping the leash, Percy allowed her a moment of privacy to relieve herself, a small part of him anxious to leave her alone. But the leash was just a formality; her charmed collar ensured she could be no more than 20 yards from him.
The water steamed, and bubbles frothed in the tub, Pansy getting in first thanks to her nakedness. Percy began to undress, and she averted her gaze to the water.
"Watch me," Percy commanded. Pansy's eyes flickered to his, dropping to his hands as he undid his belt. She followed every movement, chewing on her lip the entire time. When Percy finally released his cock from his pants, Pansy let out a sharp gasp.
Percy smirked. He knew he was large, all Weasley men were graced with impressive cocks, but he still liked his ego stroked once in a while. Percy hissed from the heat of the water as he stepped in, sighing once it reached his shoulders.
They bathed in silence. Percy helped wash her, enjoying the way she gasped when he tweaked a soap-covered nipple. But he wanted more than that, which was hard to do covered in soap. They finished quickly, and Percy blasted them both with warm air. He noticed an envious glance aimed at his wand. Pansy would never own one again; Percy couldn't take the chance.
They donned black silk robes, and he took her to his playroom. The walls were painted a deep green, matching the shag carpet. But his bars and shelves were a mix of silver and black, an ode to Slytherin, the house he should've been in from the start.
Pansy stepped inside, and Percy followed, shutting the door gently. He leant against it and watched Pansy take in his room. Instruments of all kinds hung from the walls—paddles, canes, switches, floggers, dildos attached to a pole, yards and yards of rope. Percy had it all.
"Pick two things," he said to her. "And I will pick two things."
Pansy walked forward, her fingers skimming across lace, fur, leather and wood. She opened a drawer of the large dresser and pulled out a pair of leather cuffs, placing them atop the shelf. She opened another and revealed a small buttplug, the end adorned with a fake sparkling jewel.
Percy was intrigued by her picks. He hadn't used most of these items on anyone. Pansy would be his first; he only purchased them to have on hand. The toys he used with Narcissa and Lucius had all been theirs.
"Robe off. Kneel in the centre of the room and wait," Percy told her, striding forward to take the items she had selected. Pansy did as instructed, though her eyes smouldered. Percy pulled out a large Hitachi wand and a pair of metal nipple clamps.
He turned to Pansy, delighting in the way her eyes burned at the small metal contraptions. Percy knelt in front of her, taking a breast in one hand. A small sigh came from between Pansy's lips, and he kneaded the flesh, thumb trailing over a pebbled nipple. He tugged on it, and Pansy jolted before arching into the touch.
Percy smirked and placed the first clamp on. Sitting back a moment, he admired the way the metal squeezed her flesh. Pansy flinched at the tightness but said nothing as he did the second. Experimentally, he flicked one, chuckling at the hiss that slid between her teeth.
Standing and turning back to the other items, Percy picked up the small buttplug. "Do you enjoy your arse being stuffed, pet?" Silence followed his question, and Percy turned to see Pansy still kneeling, her face bright red. He let out a chuckle. "Did you not know what this was?"
He grabbed a small bottle of lube and returned to her. "On your hands and knees." Pansy hesitated, apprehension lacing her eyes as she stared at the items in his hands. The buttplug was small compared to the other ones he possessed but intimidating for someone who had never used one before.
"I will not ask again," he said, voice firm. Pansy slid her eyes to him but turned over, still pink arse beautifully on display for him. Her breasts hung, the metal clasps still digging into them. Percy trailed his fingers over her arse cheeks, brushing her soaked cunt and clit.
"Already so wet for me? You enjoy this, don't you?"
Pansy shut her eyes tightly but arched into his touch. "No—it's vile. You're vile."
Percy grinned. "Vile? Interesting choice of words considering how wet you are." He forced a finger inside her, a small moan leaving her lips. Percy's cock throbbed beneath his robe. Vile. Yes, he could be vile.
Usually, he would have allowed Pansy an orgasm before trying anything anal to relax her. But he was vile and done toying. The lube pooled around her puckered arsehole, and Percy kept his finger inside her, reaching up to rub the lube with his thumb. Despite her words, Pansy pushed toward him.
"Tell me how much you want it," Percy muttered. "Speak, pet."
"I don't—" Pansy moaned as the tip of the buttplug pressed to her entrance. "I don't want it."
Her body betrayed her once more, breaking out in goosebumps as Percy pushed the buttplug in further, stretching her. His fingers moved in and out of her cunt, distracting her from the pain.
"I think you want it so badly, it scares you. Why? Why not succumb to the pleasure? I could give you so much, Pansy."
She only stayed silent in response, crying out as the buttplug seated fully inside of her. The small jewel sparkled against the light. Pansy looked utterly perfect. Pressing a kiss to her arse cheek, Percy smirked when she jolted. Her cunt tightened around his fingers, and he slid them from her; her juices coated his skin.
"Open your mouth."
Looking at him oddly, but doing as she was told, Pansy's eyes followed Percy as he circled to stand in front of her. One hand gripped her face, holding her in place while his coated fingers disappeared between her lips. Her tongue swirled around the digits, licking them clean. Percy's thick cock could no longer be contained; it slipped from beneath his robe, twitching to be touched.
"Return to a kneel," he commanded, a slight growl edging his voice. "Wrap your hand around my cock."
Pansy glanced down, her eyebrows rising in surprise and shock. Forcing his fingers further into her mouth, Percy tightened the grip on her face. "Failure to follow another command will land you a second punishment. Is that what you want? Do you want to be my naughty slut? Naughty sluts don't get rewarded."
He pulled his fingers from her mouth and bent down, returning them to her cunt. Percy dropped her face with the other hand to grab her throat and pull her closer. Her clamped nipples pressed to his chest. "Wrap your hand around my cock."
A guttural cry escaped her lips, caught in her throat from the tight hold of her windpipe. She could still breathe, but words would be impossible. Finally, Pansy listened, her small hand barely able to hold the entire thing. Her soft skin tugged on his cock, working him quickly. Percy sighed and dropped his head slightly, mind buzzing at finally being touched. Pansy made his blood boil—he knew tonight would include multiple orgasms. For both of them.
"You like when I tell you what to do, don't you?" Percy hissed, bucking into her hand. Pansy couldn't speak, so Percy let go of her throat to tangle in her damp hair, pulling her face to his. Their eyes locked, Pansy's chest heaving. She dropped her gaze to his lips and back up again.
Percy tried not to smirk. He wouldn't kiss her—not yet. It was the only thing that made him nervous. Kissing was intimate, much more so than being buried in her cunt. Percy never kissed Narcissa and barely ever kissed Penelope, and then she'd shattered his heart for his perversions, anyway.
Percy could still tease her, however. His tongue darted out to trail her bottom lip, and his fingers curled inside her. Pansy's rhythm on his cock stuttered, her grip tightening slightly.
"Answer me," Percy whispered, pulling her hair and exposing her neck. His teeth dug into the juncture of her neck, biting and suckling the flesh to mark her. Pansy jerked, but his fingers were deep inside her, and the grip on her hair kept her in place.
"Yes," Pansy breathed out. "Yes, Sir."
Percy pulled back to admire his handiwork. A bright red spot appeared on her pale skin, faint teeth marks surrounding it. It would be a dark purple soon. He licked up her neck and tugged on her earlobe with his teeth, delighted by her shivers. "Tell me what you want."
"I—I don't know."
Percy kissed back down her neck, letting go of her hair to grip her cheeks roughly and turning her head. They still kneeled together on the ground, Percy's robe nearly falling from his body. "Do you want me to spank you again?" he muttered into her skin, grazing his teeth. "Bend you over the bench in the corner and fuck you senseless? Devour your cunt until you're nothing but a shivering puddle? Choose, pet. Tonight is the only time I'll allow it."
Percy continued to move his fingers inside her, palm pressing firmly against her clit. Her pink lips parted, voice breathless. "I want to suck your cock."
His body went rigid. He had thought Pansy would choose something for herself, something to pleasure her. But instead, she'd decided to give her one chance to him.
Percy's cock throbbed in her hand.
Slowly, he pulled his fingers from Pansy's cunt; his fingers glistened with her juices. Placing them into his mouth, he sighed at the taste of her. Salazar—she tasted like no other.
His hands moved to undo the belt of his robe, Pansy's eyes following every movement. The silk pooled around him on the ground. He stood, his cock only inches from Pansy's mouth.
She stared at his length, hand reaching up to grip the base of his length. Bucking into her hand, Percy was desperate for release. He needed to control himself, but those parties always wound him tight. Pansy certainly hadn't helped.
When the tip of her tongue darted out to lick his head, Percy threaded his fingers through her hair. She licked the precum that leaked from it, and her mouth wrapped around him. Pansy soon learned a gentle rhythm, but she was barely making it halfway down.
"Take your hand off," Percy ordered. "Open your mouth more."
Pansy did as instructed, her hands dropping to her thighs and mouth widening. Percy gripped her short hair in both hands and thrust his hips forward. He forced Pansy to go as deep as she could; his balls tightened when she gagged. But he kept going, pushing his cock down her throat until her lips touched his pelvis.
He let go, and Pansy yanked back. A trail of spit hung from the tip of his cock to her mouth, and she heaved for breath. Her hand returned to his length, as did her mouth moments later. Percy kept her head steady as he face-fucked her; the sounds of her gagging and coughing made his balls tighten. Tears ran down her cheeks, and spit dripped from her mouth, but she never asked him to stop. Pansy loved it.
With a groan, Percy yanked Pansy from his cock and tossed her to the ground. His mouth went straight to her cunt, wetter than it had been before. Filthy slut.
Percy sucked on her clit, pressing two fingers inside her and a third to push on the buttplug. Pansy cried out, legs spread wide. His tongue lapped her over and over, and his fingers moved in a steady, punishing rhythm. He wanted an orgasm from her—now.
The sharp slap of his hand on her thigh rang through the room. Pansy jerked, hips thrusting against his mouth. A symphony of sounds left her lips as he continued to work her, peppering slaps across her skin and reaching up to tug her nipple clamps.
Pansy's thighs wrapped around his head, cunt pulsating around his fingers. She came with a shout—back arching and body twitching. Percy worked her through it, slowing his rhythm as she came back to her body. Her chest heaved, and her legs fell slack, but Percy wasn't done with her just yet.
Standing, he retrieved the leather cuffs and Hitachi wand from the shelf, along with a band of rope. Percy turned to find Pansy still sprawled on the ground but watching him.
"When I am done with you, you will kneel," he instructed. "Even if you were in the middle of an orgasm."
Percy scrambled to return to a kneeling position, her face flushed and hair crazed. Percy smirked. One orgasm and already so obedient.
"Sit on the bench behind you. Knees apart and hands in the air."
"If you wanted me to sit there, why didn't you say that instead of having me kneel?" Pansy bit out. Well, maybe not so obedient just yet.
Percy dropped the items in his hands and gripped Pansy's wrist as she stood. He sat on the bench instead and bent her over his knee. Truth be told, he was happy she had done something to warrant a punishment. The way her arse shook when he smacked it fueled his desire, but allowed him a small release of tension. Pansy writhed in his lap, but he held her down.
The first slap was hard, and Pansy yelped. "Weasley! Stop!"
"You will learn your place, slut." Percy grunted. "Master or Sir. Not Weasley." He slapped his hand over her abused cheeks five times, her cries and yelps fueling him.
"Please—Master. Please." A few tears escaped Pansy's eyes. "Please. I'll be good."
"I'm not so sure I believe you. This is your second punishment today, slut. You've been very naughty."
Pansy cried out when Percy slapped another five spanks to the same spot. It had to have hurt; even his hand began to sting. Blood vessels had broken, and the skin on her arse cheek was bright red and purple. Percy gripped the flesh and squeezed.
"I promise, I'll be good, Sir. I'll be a good pet, please," Pansy pleaded.
Percy let go of her and pushed her off his lap to her feet. Pansy's knees wobbled, and he held her to his body. "And yet I don't believe you," Percy whispered, breath ghosting her ecstasy-laced face. "I think you like being punished."
Her blush only deepened as she chewed on her bottom lip.
"Sit," Percy told her, collecting the items he dropped.
Pansy collapsed to the bench, spreading her legs to either leg. She hissed as her arse made contact with the leather upholstery. Percy Accio'd her leash and clipped it to her collar, yanking her face to his as he placed the leather cuffs on her wrists. Her mouth opened instantly, and Percy's tongue dove inside to taste her. He realised he'd broken his rule not to kiss her yet, but surprisingly, he didn't care. His cock was swollen with the need for release, and Pansy boiled his blood even further.
Dropping the leash, Percy levitated the rope around a hook in the ceiling. He tied the cuffs to it, dangling her slightly from above. Another piece of rope wove around her ankles, tying expert knots and securing her to the bench.
Short breaths left her lips as she watched him retrieve the Hitachi wand. The vibration was strong when it turned on, echoing in the room. Percy didn't explain what the item was; Pansy would know soon enough.
When it touched her clit, the cry that ripped through Pansy made Percy step forward and kiss her again. Their teeth clacked together as their mouths raged. Percy kept a steady hold of the wand on her clit as he trailed his mouth down her neck, and Pansy jerked and thrashed against her bindings. He could feel the orgasm building, her gasps turning short, and a slew of expletives left her lips.
Percy pulled away.
Pansy sat stunned in silence, and Percy chuckled. "Sluts don't get rewards, remember? Your final punishment. If you disobey me again, I will fuck your face and come down your throat and leave you here tied up, understood?"
Pansy whimpered. "Yes, Sir. Please—I want to come."
"Not yet," Percy said. "You haven't earned it yet."
He grabbed the leash and wrapped it around his hand, choking Pansy with her collar. His thumb ran along his initials as he pressed his palm to her throat once more. With a flick of his wand, her ankles unbound from the bench and the rope holding her arms shortened. It raised her to a standing position, the tips of her toes just brushing the ground.
Percy circled her like a lion catching prey, her body entirely on display for his enjoyment. Her nipples were red and swollen, still clamped tightly. Removing the clamps, Pansy winced as her nipples were freed. Percy pulled one into his mouth, tongue circling the pebbled flesh.
A low moan escaped Pansy's lips, and she arched into him. Percy did the same to the other; his hands gripped Pansy's hips tight enough to leave bruises. They trailed down her thighs and pulled her knees up. Pansy wrapped her legs around his waist, her soaked cunt brushing his cock.
"Hold yourself up with the rope," he instructed and waited until the rope tightened and hoisted Pansy upward just enough so Percy wouldn't need to support her weight. Their hips lined up; she was now at the perfect height. A sharp gasp pulled from Pansy's lips as Percy reached down to press against her entrance. His fingers filled her—once, twice—to collect her juices. They went to his cock, slicking the head as he began to slide inside of her.
Pansy's eyes became half-lidded as he stretched her, mouth hanging open in ecstasy. There it was, the moment she finally accepted her perversions. Percy grabbed her chin, forcing his thumb into her mouth. Pansy wrapped her lips around it as he pressed fully inside her hot, wet cunt.
The overwhelming urge to fuck her as hard and as fast as he could passed through Percy, but he held back. There were still so many things he wanted to do with her, and that rhythm was sure to make him come swiftly.
Percy ground against her pelvis, feeling her walls flutter around him as he brushed her cervix. He wanted to fill her up with his come so badly, but not yet. No—she hadn't earned it yet.
He thrust against her a few times, pulling moans and swears from her lips. Her arms began to shake from the strain of holding herself up. Percy pressed fully in her again and held Pansy steady as he dropped her legs and pulled out of her. The cool air hit his soaked cock, and Percy hurried to grab his wand. He needed to be back inside of her.
The rope lowered slowly, allowing Pansy to collect herself and stretch her arms. Once she seemed ready, Percy walked forward and threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling their mouths and bodies together.
Pansy kissed with similar ferocity, both of them nipping and sucking lips. Percy backed her up to the nearby wall and shoved her against it, a small grunt in her throat. Breaking from the kiss, Percy dropped his hands to her arms and spun her around. His palm pressed her face into the wall, Pansy's face screwed in pain.
The cry she let out as Percy slammed into her in one fluid motion was the loudest yet. It made him pause and take a deep breath. He was so close; a fair bit of self-control would be needed.
His other hand gripped her arse, pulling the abused cheeks apart and digging his fingers into the soft flesh. The buttplug jewel twinkled, and his thumb pushed against it. Pansy moaned and gasped as Percy began to move, her legs pressed together. Her cunt was so tight, so wet. Percy wouldn't last much longer.
A sharp slap of his hand over her arse had Pansy yelp, so he did it twice more, snapping his hips to hers. His grunts mixed with hers in the air, his focus solely on her walls gripping his cock. Percy tangled his hand in her hair, yanking her backwards and arching her back.
"Do you want to come?" He whispered in her ear, his arm wrapped around her neck.
Pansy let out a grunt, the sound lodging in her throat. "Yes, Sir."
"Beg for it."
Pansy's hands reached behind her to grip Percy's waist, her nails digging into his flesh. The pain only added to his pleasure, so Percy thrust his hips faster.
"Please, Master," Pansy pleaded. "Please let me come. I'll be good, I swear."
"You don't want to be my filthy slut anymore? You want to be a good girl?"
Her walls clenched around him. She was close; her body thrummed with magic and unspent tension. Pansy gasped as Percy seated fully inside her. "Yes, I'll be a good girl, Master. Please just let me come."
Percy slapped her arse—hard—and swiftly pulled out of her, kneeling to press the flat of his tongue to her clit. Arching against his mouth, Pansy's moans escaped her lips as Percy slid fingers inside her stretched cunt and fucked her with them. His rhythm was hard and fast, his tongue keeping pace.
"Come," Percy instructed, mouth still on her clit. "Come on my tongue, pet."
Pansy cried out, knees shaking, cunt pulsating around his fingers. Percy worked her down from her high as her body slackened against the wall. He pulled from her slowly, watching as Pansy's euphoria-filled eyes looked to him.
"On your knees," Percy ordered. Pansy followed instruction immediately, trying to catch her breath. Percy stood in front of her, his hand wrapping around his cock to shove into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around it, eager and pliant. He didn't even need to guide her head; Pansy moved immediately.
What a good girl.
She gagged herself on his length, spit collecting in her hand as she moved it in time with her mouth. Percy's cock throbbed painfully, the head swollen. Even though most of the night was spent teasing Pansy, it had the same effect on Percy. He could only take so much before even a slight touch was enough to make him hard.
"Don't stop," he muttered, gripping her hair and meeting her thrusts down her throat. "You're going to take this come like a good slut, understand?"
Pansy shut her eyes, indicating that she understood. Percy continued a brutal pace in her mouth, his balls tightening with impending release. He could feel it, the swell inside of him as his orgasm neared.
He shoved Pansy back, and she rocked on her knees. Percy gripped his cock and tugged roughly, peaking just over the edge. Then he felt the dam break, a grunt leaving his lips as streams of hot come painted Pansy's face.
When she opened her mouth to lick the tip, Percy's cock twitched. He watched in fascination as she reached up to pull the come from her face to her mouth, licking her fingers and moaning. Pansy was eating his come—loving it.
His cock stayed half-hard, the sight of Pansy enjoying his come overwhelming him. Percy grabbed her arm and pushed her back to the ground, kneeling between her legs. Her cunt was still soaked, ready and waiting for him.
"You like my come, pet?" Percy asked, grinding deep inside her and gripping her hips.
Pansy whimpered, her hands wrapping around his forearms. "Yes, Sir. Your come tastes so good. I want more."
Percy couldn't help the moan that left him, nor the hardening of his cock. With her words, he was ready again.
He grabbed the nearby Hitachi wand, pressing the vibrating contraption directly to her clit. She pulsated around him as he fucked her, body thrashing and twitching. One more orgasm; she could have one more.
Percy kept hold of the wand on her clit as he leant down and bit all over her neck and chest. The smell of his come on her face was everywhere, only adding to his desire. His own orgasm built again, surprising Percy. It was the first time it had ever happened so quickly.
"I'm going to fill you up with my come, pet," Percy grunted in her ear. "You've been such a good girl."
Pansy bucked against him, moans and whimpers leaving her lips. "Please come, Master. Please come inside me."
It only took a handful more of sharp thrusts and dirty words. Percy had wrapped his hand around Pansy's throat, pressing softly against her windpipe and pulse-point. The wand never left her clit, and with a sharp cry, Pansy crested the edge once more. Percy didn't need much more to follow, burying his cock deep inside her as come coated her walls. It certainly wasn't as much as before, but still enough that when Percy pulled out, it began to leak out of her.
Bite marks and bruises littered her skin; Pansy looked positively ravaged. Percy thought she looked perfect.
Pansy watched him with curious eyes as Percy traced his fingers across her cunt then back to her arsehole, gently pulling the jewelled buttplug out. Pansy gasped, her cunt fluttering and leaking out more come. Percy cast a cleansing charm on the device and levitated it, and the rest of the items, back to their original place.
"Your room is next door. Mine is down the hall. In the morning, we will do this again. I expect you to be washed and ready," Percy said as he stood.
Pansy narrowed her eyes and sat up to kneel. "I still hate you."
Leaning down, Percy grabbed her leash and wrapped it between his fingers, pulling her in for a heated kiss. Her eyes burned into his as he shoved her backwards to fall on the ground.
Percy smirked. "Good."