Chapter Fifteen: Harry

Harry finished his drink at the pub and waved to the barman, collected his coat and wobbled out onto the street. That night, he'd chosen to visit his favourite Muggle pub, so he slowly walked the three blocks home, humming a tune to himself as he stumbled through the Muggle streets.

Five years ago, he'd graduated Hogwarts and Draco Malfoy had shattered his heart. Blaise Zabini had told him the truth – that after his and Harry's stint together in the Room of Requirement, Malfoy had gone right back to sleeping with Zabini.

Harry hadn't had a romantic relationship since.

Of course, he was only human. He'd found a club that catered to Muggles and Wizard-kind alike with their kinks. A club that both satisfied his needs and kept him in practice. He'd found the club not long after his N.E.W.T scores arrived, and he'd received his acceptance to be an Auror.

It had taken him a little under three years, but he worked until he was able to buy the club, refurbish it entirely, and quit the Ministry. Having his parents' money sitting in the Gringotts's vault certainly sped the process along. That club was hugely successful for him, and he'd just been able to close a deal with a second, more exclusive club. The paperwork had been finalized a mere week ago, and it became entirely his. He couldn't wait to start fixing it up and improving upon it. The building itself was in the heart of London, with a very expensive hotel immediately next door. Harry had considered buying it and having some rooms exclusive for club patrons.

Maybe after the renovations are complete, I'll do just that.

He breathed in deeply through his nose and sighed. He decided to check in on the new club, it wasn't far, and he had an apartment above it so he could stay there for the night.

As he approached his new club, he realised with a heavy heart he needed some release tonight, that the alcohol wouldn't be enough. After greeting the bouncers out the front, he wobbled his way through the front room and down the long hall, trying to ignore the magically induced silence that wrapped around him.

Once he'd made his way to the back of the club, he was able to ungracefully make his way behind the bar. It was still early evening, the patrons that would come through his door's tonight were either yet to arrive or were in the middle of their play – they weren't ready to recover in public or mingle with others just yet. This room was designed for just that, for people of the same lifestyle to meet, exchange stories and sometimes even meet their newest partner. There was also the option for patrons to play in this room, if new partners wanted to get a feel for one another before moving on behind closed doors.

'Master Harry!' the leggy blonde female behind the bar exclaimed, unconsciously fixing her outfit. Harry scowled.

'Why are you still wearing that, Selene?' he asked. It was the old uniform from the previous owner. It was nothing more than a pleated mini skirt over a black lace thong, with a matching black lace bra. She wasn't trained yet, so she was never on the floor unless she was bartending. Harry didn't see why she'd needed to wear it as the bartender. She gave a deep blush as she swallowed.

'I – I'm sorry. I didn't have the money for the new uniform.' She said, casting her eyes down and biting her bottom lip. Harry gently gripped her chin and lifted her face so he could look her in the eye.

'Really?' he asked. She sighed, pouting.

'I bought the new uniform, Master Harry. It's at the other end of the bar. I wore this one hoping for more play.' She gazed up at him, eyes wide and hopeful. Harry exhaled through his nose, shaking his head.

'Come find me when your shift ends. But wear the correct uniform from now on.' He said. 'And find me a damn Sobering Potion.'

'Yes, Master Harry!' the girl jumped into action, giving him his potion then stripping in front of him while she changed. The new uniform was a loose white, sheer button-down shirt with a skin-tight leather pencil skirt that sported a very high slit on one leg. Harry couldn't help but notice she didn't change her thong, and her thighs were glistening.

He moved forward behind her so that when she straightened, she was flush against him.

'Oh, Master Harry, I-'

'Are you wet, Selene?' Harry asked into her ear. He felt her shiver against his body.

'Y-yes, Master Harry.'

'Why are you so wet?' Harry twisted her hair around his hand so he could pull her head back. She gave a quiet gasp, her eyes closing.

'I've been thinking about our last play all day. I've gotten myself off four times since I started my shift.' She admitted.

'You've been on the floor for an hour, Selene. Did you really enjoy it that much?'

'Yes, Master Harry, I did.' She said, her voice almost a moan.

'We need to find you a better Master then, don't we?' Harry said, releasing her. He walked away from her, to cross the room where there was an array of toys for sale. Harry picked one up and brought it over to Selene. Her eyes were wide with anticipation. He made a mental note to find a more suitable Dom for her.

Harry opened the box and gave Selene one of the two items that was inside. Without hesitation, she put the item in her thong. Harry held up the other item, it was a remote.

'You are not allowed to cum. You are not allowed to touch yourself until I give you permission. Do you understand, kitten?' he said.

'Yes, Master Harry. I understand.' She gasped. Harry smirked and turned away from her.

'Tell Olivia and Lucas to meet me in my suite.' Harry said, without a backwards glance to the desperate woman as he turned the remote, and Selene's vibrator, to maximum power.

Harry entered his suite on the floor directly above to find Olivia and Lucas already waiting for him, kneeling on the floor side by side. Olivia was a slight red head with adorable freckles and a tan, while Lucas was a lean blonde with fair skin.

Harry knew he had a type, but he didn't care. Over the past few years he'd realised he didn't care if his subs were female or male or anywhere in the middle, so long as they had either blonde or red hair.

These two knew that, and since Harry had begun frequenting the club, they'd become his favourite pair. When he bought the club, he'd learned that the previous owner had been charging him almost triple for these two, because the slimeball knew Harry's preference and kept these two aside for him.

'Olivia. You're up. I want to watch tonight. Selene will more than likely join us soon, too.' Harry said, taking a seat in an overstuffed armchair. He played with Selene's vibrator remote. He'd tested them personally, so he knew that she would be writhing behind the bar downstairs right now. Maybe she had her legs pressed together desperately while the vibrator buzzed against her clit. Maybe she was playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples – Harry hadn't forbidden that expressively, and she wasn't the most well-behaved sub in the club.

Olivia jumped up and began choosing her toys for the night.

'What would you like to view tonight, Master Harry?' Olivia asked. Olivia herself was a switch, and she'd once confessed to Harry that she wished she could be in control, while also being told what to do. They'd started playing with Lucas the next day, and a year later the two were now living together.

'Has he behaved himself today?'

'Yes, he has, Master Harry.'

'Too bad.' Harry eyed the blonde, who's cock was steadily growing as Harry and Olivia calmly discussed what they were going to do to him. 'How about some rope play?' Harry suggested, and he was reward with Lucas' cock growing to full mast.

'Now, now, Lucas. Don't get ahead of yourself.' Olivia chided.

'Sorry, Mistress.' Lucas said sincerely. Harry caught Olivia's eye and gestured to a corner of the room where a wooden St Andrew's Cross sat. Olivia arched an eyebrow and picked up a velvet blindfold, a cock ring and a silicone paddle.

Harry settled himself into his chair, one ankle on his knee, while Olivia gripped Lucas by the hair and guided him towards the wooden apparatus.

Once Olivia had Lucas firmly tied to the cross, she placed the blindfold firmly over his eyes. Harry watched Olivia circling without really paying attention.

'You are not allowed to cum until I give you permission.' He heard Olivia demand of Lucas. As Harry put his elbow on the armchair arm to rub his fingers thoughtfully through the stubble under his chin, he found himself thinking back to his time at school, with Draco…

'No, please! I'll do anything! Wasn't I enough? Please-'

'You did so well today, doing as I asked. But I want you to wait a little longer before I give it to you.' Harry said, and he stepped away from Draco to gather his school things from their workstation. Once he had everything, he raked his eyes up and down Draco's body lustfully, hovering over Draco's hard-on. Straining against his trousers like that, it looked so damn inviting.

'You're not allowed to cum until I say you can.' Harry ordered, and watched Draco's face scrunch up in frustration.

'You can't tell me what I can and can't do with my own dick.' Draco did his best to sneer as he turned in an attempt to brush past Harry and pick up his school bag. He'd barely made it two steps when Harry stepped in front of him to block his way. Harry was almost overwhelmed by Draco's proximity to his own body.

'You said yourself that you want me, Malfoy.' Harry reminded him, watching as Draco's knees began trembling. But Draco lifted his chin stubbornly.

'You don't have that much control, Potter. Not everyone wants to fall at your feet and realise your every whim.' Draco mocked, lacking any sort of bravado. It was that moment when Harry was suddenly sure he was affecting Draco, just as much as Draco was affecting him.

'No, not everyone does.' Harry agreed, moving forward so his chest was pressing against Draco's. 'Just you.'

With a firm hand, Harry rubbed Draco through his trousers. He could see that Draco was trying so hard not to react, but he failed miserably, groaning and thrusting his hips against Harry's hand in desperation.

'Potter.' Draco moaned, so sexily, making Harry's name sound like a prayer.

'Don't you Potter me, Malfoy. Delayed gratification is the best kind of gratification. If you want me, you'll do as I say. You will not cum, and you will wait for me to decide when we meet again. Do you understand?' Harry told Draco, while his lips brushed against Draco's with feather lightness as he spoke. Harry could feel his cock stirring to life again, and knew he needed to leave before Draco noticed and he lost control.

'I understand.' Draco finally murmured, with a frustrated reluctance…

'Master Harry?' Selene brought Harry back to the present, sounding out of breath. Harry didn't look at her immediately, instead giving a deep sigh and checking his watch. He put both his feet on the ground and pointed at them wordlessly, using his other hand to lower the intensity of Selene's vibrator with the remote. Selene gracefully knelt at Harry's feet, bowing her head.

'Your shift isn't over yet, kitten.' Harry said. 'Why are you here?'

Whack. Olivia's paddle found Lucas' skin, and Selene's body tensed.

'Roxie arrived, Master Harry, and she promised to cover me until I got back.' Selene said, still sounding out of breath.

Harry sighed and upped the vibrators intensity again, watching Selene fight to stay still. Sometimes he was just too nice. He bounced between subs, never taking one on for long - unless he was helping to train one - so he never really got around to setting proper rules with any of them. He just had fun and made sure he brought his subs as much pleasure as possible.

Whack. Selene's body tensed again. She was visibly panting, and Harry lowered the intensity.

'Do you like paddles, kitten?' Harry asked Selene, who nodded eagerly.

'Stand,' Harry ordered, watching as Selene gracefully rose. 'Strip.' Harry said, turning away to watch Olivia, but keeping an eye on Selene out the corner of his eye. Once she was naked, Harry casually turned off the remote, then freed his cock from his jeans, which stood straight up.

He was still hard from thinking of Malfoy, and he knew from experience, his hard on wouldn't go away unless he fucked a blonde.

'Use only your mouth, to make Master come.' Harry ordered, and watched Selene eagerly lean forward to wrap her lips around his cock.