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She had a stick up her ass the size of a Giant Sequoia; that had been his first impression, at least, and now that he'd known her for several months there was nothing she'd said or done that changed his opinion. It had been a quick and mutual dislike from the start, one of those personality clashes that happen sometimes. To use analogy, they were definitely not like peas and carrots.
Fortunately, she was not his girlfriend; unfortunately, she was his girlfriend's roommate and best friend, so they inevitably saw entirely too much of each other and it was never pleasant.
Harry's going to be less than chivalrous and blame most of the animosity on her.
She was tiny and cute and buxom, and her ass (despite the stick) was as close to perfect as you'll ever find; Daphne was one of those pale-skinned, tight-bodied, blue- eyed blondes that draw male eyes like a magnet. Accordingly, being your typical horny male, He'd been prepared to give her the benefit of the doubt even though she seemed to have the personality of a Rottweiler with a bad tooth. he hate to admit it, but being cute, sexy, and having a perfect ass and big tits buys a lot of male tolerance for less desirable traits.
It proved futile, however, as she continued in beast mode despite his best efforts. After a while he grew tired of it, realizing that the honey of her exterior masked the strychnine inside, and had responded in kind; soon they'd settled into a deep and comfortable hostility characterized by cheap shots and general rancor. It may not have worked for everyone, but it worked for them, and that's all that mattered.
It bothered Tracey at first that her BFF and he didn't get along, but once she realized that snapping and snarling was how Daph and he best related to each other she relaxed and enjoyed their sparring. Thank God, though, that despite Daphne's prickliness and obviously high-maintenance requirements she had a boyfriend because it meant that she was often out with him and thus not around him as much as she might otherwise have been.
Blaise was a good guy, too. Harry liked him, although he can't say that he understood him; he could never figure out if he was just extraordinarily patient, a true masochist, or if maybe Daphne was so great in the sack that he was willing to put up with almost anything. To him, it seemed that she abused him almost as much as she did him. Regardless, he took her out of his presence often enough that Harry really came to appreciate him, and while he questioned his sanity, he applauded his tolerance; for purely selfish reasons, of course.
They could always go to his place, but he had two roommates. Tracey and he would have had the privacy of his room, but she can become quite vocal during sex and Harry didn't need his roommates getting their rocks off listening to them making love. Fortunately, thanks to Blaise's high pain tolerance with Daphne, they often had Traceys place all to ourselves and did again last Friday evening.
Good timing in this case, because Tracey was very horny. Not that that's unusual, because she's a very sexual girl and is generally easily aroused, but it seems like Harry'm always horny and so when she's hot, eager and ready for anything, he hate to miss the opportunity.
Tracey, the antithesis of Daphne, is warm, sweet, and affectionate. Physically they are also very different; Tracey, several inches taller than Daphne, is lean and supple, longer-legged and smaller-breasted; she's naturally dark-haired versus Daphne's white skin and blonde hair, and her eyes are a sparkling, playful, walnut-brown as opposed to Daphne's icy blue.
They're both seventeen, and beautiful, sexy, and desirable, but Tracey's beauty is more than skin-deep; she's the real deal, a warm, loving, playful partner, while her roomie is purely window-dressing. Just his opinion, of course, but Tracey pushes all his buttons: in a good way, not like Daphne.
With their place to ourselves, we'd touched and teased each other all evening. They'd taken time out for dinner, provided by house elves but by then they were aroused to the point that even during dinner the touching and playful sexual innuendo continued.
He'd always considered his self to be very adventurous sexually, but Tracey was a revelation There seemed to be nothing she wouldn't try, even if only to satisfy her curiosity, and we'd had a lot of slippery, sexy fun sampling new things. He'd found that she could get a little kinky, a bit extreme sometimes, but it was always exciting to see what she'd come up with next. Tracey was never boring.
At the moment she was on a bit of a bondage kick; he blame 'Fifty Shades of Grey', a Muggle book she'd read recently and found quite arousing. It would almost have to be.
Accordingly, in the spirit of adventure, they'd played around with tying her up and teasing her and it had been fun. It had led to some pretty hot sex, Tracey tied face down on the bed, blindfolded, where he could take her from behind while pretending to be someone else. The actual sex had been great, but he was role-playing; it wasn't his thing, really, but for something to dabble in it had been alright. As far as him acting as the "dominant" partner, He'd tried, but it didn't come naturally.
She was talking about doing it again that night, with Daphne away, but when she sensed his lack of enthusiasm she had a different idea.
"You know, Harry, if that doesn't sound like fun they could tie you up instead."
Frankly, he wasn't sure he liked the sound of that either. he was sort of looking forward to the end of the ropes and knots phase so that they could move on. "I don't know, babe. I'm not too sure I like the idea of being trussed up and helpless."
"I let you tie you up."
He laughed. "It was your idea You practically insisted on it, it wasn't a matter of letting me. It's that whole 'Grey's Anatomy' kick you're on."
"'Fifty Shades of Grey', silly, not 'Grey's Anatomy'; totally different thing." "Whatever; it all sounds positively horrifying to me."
"Oh, come on It'll be fun, he promise." We were sitting snuggled on the sofa, his arm around her. She reached down and started to fondle him through his pants, an effective tactic when trying to break down his resistance. "I'll tease you and torment you and get you so hard you'll be begging him to let you come."
"If that's your best sales pitch..."
She cut him off. "Just think about how amazing it will feel when he finally let you come. Maybe in my mouth, or maybe I'll ride you like a bull..."
That sounded pretty enticing, and the idea was sending all the right signals to his cock, which aids him in this type of decision-making; as they say, two heads are better than one. "Okay, okay, he give. We can try it, but you've gotta promise to turn me loose if it's not working."
She pretended to pout. "You don't trust me"
"Of course I trust you." he disentangled his self from her and rose to his feet, holding out his hands to her. She took them, and he pulled her up and into his arms. "Come on, gorgeous, and I'll show you how much."
He held her hand as he led her back to her room, closing the door behind them. Tracey adjusted her spell light to the low power and pulled down the bed, leaving only the bottom sheet and pillows, then turned and looked him up and down.
"You're still dressed You should have been getting naked while I was doing that. Now strip, slave"
He laughed. "Listen to you; you sound like a natural at this. Try not to let the power go to your head." he stripped his t-shirt over his head and started to unbuckle his belt.
"No talking, clothes off; now"
He sat on the edge of the bed and slipped his socks and pants off, then stood up in just his boxer briefs and looked at her. "How about you You're gonna feel a little overdressed here in about a minute." he hooked his thumbs in his waistband and waited.
"Mmm, I don't think so, not yet, anyway. Maybe later."
He shrugged and stripped off his shorts. "It would be more fun if you were naked too, you know."
"Oh, I will be, just not right now."
Tracey went to her closet and retrieved the ropes they'd used when we'd played this game before. he don't really own any neckties that they could trash, just a couple he kept for funerals and special occasions, so, based on something she'd read in book, they'd gone to a fabric store and picked up some fancy – but strong -decorative rope. It's something used for home decorating, but it was soft to the touch and shiny, and they'd had it in a bunch of colors; we'd chosen a deep blood-red one, and had the clerk cut it in four pieces, six-foot lengths, and bind the ends.
They'd learned when they tied Tracey that it worked best to tie the ropes around wrists and ankles first, and bedposts second, allowing them to cinch the ropes tight as they pulled them around the posts and tied them off. That might have proven painful on flesh even with the soft and supple cord we'd chosen. She tied one around each of his wrists first and then told him to lie down so she could do his ankles.
"Do you want me face-up, or face-down" he asked as fluffed up a pillow for under his head.
She laughed. "Face-up, of course What do you think I'm going to do to you – or maybe a better question is, what is it you want me to do to you"
He chuckled. "I have no idea what you're planning, so it's your call; I just wanted to show you that I trust you, either way." he walked around the side, rope trailing from each wrist and ankle and his cock flopping limply in front of him, and sat on the bed, lying back onto his back, spread-eagled.
She started with his ankles, pulling each foot to the corners of her queen-size bed and, lacking a footboard, tying them off tightly to the lower frame. She moved to his left arm and repeated the process, tying him to the corner post of her headboard, his arm pulled straight out angled slightly above his head.
Before she tied his right wrist, he stopped her. "You promise you'll let him loose if he ask you to, right"
"Of course Should they use a safe word again this time"
Harry shrugged. "I guess, although you never used it. I'd like to think that I'm at least as tough as you are, and know you won't be as merciless on me as I was on you."
She grinned evilly. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure. You never know what he might do if I'm enjoying my self. Plus, I owe you for practically killing me; death by orgasm would have been tough for you to explain to the coroner"
When He'd had her tied down He'd made her come over and over again, using his fingers, her toys, his tongue and his cock, until she was whimpering and exhausted, but she'd asked for no quarter; she'd taken everything he could give, even down to tonguing her to three more orgasms after He'd filled her with cum and her entire body was sensitized and drawn taut, like one giant nerve ending.
She'd cried out and strained against the ropes, her skin glistening with perspiration and her slender frame racked with uncontrollable shudders of ecstasy, nipples hard and clit erect and jutting, but she'd never asked for mercy. When He'd untied her she had curled up in the fetal position, still panting and shuddering with aftershocks, and He'd crawled into bed with her and held her until her body quieted and she fell asleep.
He'd loved that aspect of it, his ability to give her such pleasure, even if he hadn't been crazy about the dom/sub aspects. She told him the next day that it was maybe the best sex she'd ever had... no wonder she never used her safe word Lacking the ability to have endless orgasms, he didn't figure she could put him through anything like He'd done to her; still, there might be other reasons He'd want to be set free.
"Okay, He's going to use 'Malfoy' as his safe word."
She laughed. "Your favorite villain, of course; that's a weird one."
"Yeah, but he won't forget it and there's no other reason He'd say it during sex..."
"Pig" She used her mock outrage at his comment as the impetus to pull the rope on his right arm extra tight, very effectively immobilizing him. He guess if he was a pig, she was making sure she had him hog-tied
She stood and backed away a couple steps, admiring her handiwork. "Mmm, you look very nice, Harry, very hot Your body all stretched out that way makes all of your muscles stand out, and, of course, your legs so far apart give me a great view and easy access to all the good stuff."
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