Eros & Psyche Chapter 2D: Theodore & Daphne, a harry potter fanfic

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CHAPTER TWO (#4): THEODORE & DAPHNE

Theo immediately kicked his shoes off as soon as he'd entered his private suite behind Daphne, and hopped into the middle of the bed, testing out its springiness. Ah, just the right amount – not too firm, not too soft. Just like he liked his women. He could live with the colour; it didn't really matter to him.

"So," he looked at her slyly from under his lashes, giving her the look he knew made women melt. "You get to go first, since you drew your card before me." He grinned with anticipation. "What do I have to do? Bathe you in warm oil? Lick heavy cream off your belly? What?"

Daphne smiled amusedly at him as, whipping out her card, she read off her naughty reward:

DEED: You partner must kneel before you and perform any three tasks you want, responding with 'Yes, Your Highness,' to your commands.

Theo's jaw fell and then he let out a whoop of pure excitement. "Woo-hoo! YES!" Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he looked up at her eagerly. "So, dominate me, my Queen! Make me do your bidding!"

Daphne looked hard at him. "You are supposed to kneel at my feet, Mister Nott, when you offer yourself up."

His guts twisting into hot molten lava at just the commanding tone in her voice, Theo hurried to do as she bid, throwing himself at her feet, looking up at her with desperate fever. "Command me," he begged, wanting to see this woman's kink in full force.

Tilting her head, his Housemate coolly appraised him behind those fucking hot glasses of hers, and then began walking a circle around him. "Before we commence, Mister Nott, there are a few matters we need to address, so we may reach an accord." Unexpectedly, he felt her slippered foot pressed against his right shoulder blade. His body reacted instantly, hardening, flushing with blood. "Here are my three 'tasks,' as it were. First, you will do my bidding exactly, as and when I dictate it throughout the entirety of this round. I expect you to obey me for the full twenty-five minute duration, throughout which, you will do as my card requires you to do and answer every single one of my demands with 'Yes, Your Majesty' - not 'Your Highness,' but 'Your Majesty.' Do you agree?"

Oh, bloody hell, this was going to be so awesome! "Yes, fuck yes," he enthusiastically agreed.

Her foot slid over his shoulder, and now she was pressed against him, her naked calf hanging over his torso to slide against his chest. "Second, you will never speak of anything we do in our private chambers outside of the boundaries of the game even after this card has played itself out, and especially not with any of the others confined to game play. Do you agree?"

Swallowing thickly, cupping his steel hard erection, he nodded. "Absolutely. I agree."

Fingernails ran through his hair, massaging his skull erotically, making him moan in pleasure. "Third, when this game ends, you will not pursue me."

He paused.

But what if he liked what they did and he wanted more later?

Fingers tugged his hair somewhat painfully, while at the same time Daphne wiggled off her ballet slipper and rubbed her toes into his crotch, moving his hand aside. "Do you agree, Mister Nott? If not, I will be inclined to play this game exactly as the cards require and no more than that."

He closed his eyes, loving the feel of her rough treatment and her tough voice. At this point, he'd promise her anything if he could just tear into her. "Sure."

"Excellent," his partner purred, removing her leg from his person entirely and stepping back. "Then, we may begin."

The lights in the room suddenly dimmed several notches, and Theo's anticipation kicked up to the point where he was now shaking.

"You will remove every stitch of clothing," his goddess commanded. "Now, Theo."

"Yes, Your Majesty," he breathed in joy and stood, hurriedly kicking his clothes from his body. As he did, Daphne came around to the front of him, and rather casually removed her glasses and her shoes. When he was fully nude in front of her, Theo waited, trembling, fists clenched at his sides as she took him in from head to toe with a sweeping glance, her eyes lingering on the erect length that jutted against his belly.

"There is a sloping chair behind you," she informed. "You will sit in the curve, facing the higher end."

"Yes, Your Majesty." He turned to find the bed had been replaced—apparently, at Daphne's thought—with one of those Tantra Chairs that he'd seen advertised in PlayWiz.

Oh, wow! She was definitely into kink, as he'd secretly assumed!

He did as she wanted, waiting and aching with need. Daphne surprised him by seating herself against his back on the smaller hump of the chair. Her dress had worked its way up her thighs as she straddled the furniture, baring the smooth flesh of her legs to his hot gaze as they came around him. Her calves and thighs were silken, lightly tanned, and toned from all of the stairs they had to climb around the castle.

Gliding her hands all over him, starting at his arms, then his shoulders, his back, and down to his waist, then around to his abs and pecs, his partner felt up every inch of his hot skin with her cool, caressing fingers. "Exceptional, Theo," she breathed against his ear, making him twitch in palpable desire. "Luscious, in fact. You take excellent care of your physique. I appreciate that very much in a man." Her fingernails lightly scraped over the tops of his thighs, and as she bent forward, he could feel her hardened nips behind the satin of her dress pressing against his back.

"Don't stop," he demanded, wishing she'd grab a hold of his todger and start wanking away. Instead, her hands stilled and she bit his earlobe hard in punishment, pulling his head back and to the side.

"I give the orders here," she reminded him firmly with a growl. "Understand, Theo?"

He gulped loudly, and nodded his head, loving her aggressiveness. "Y-yes, Your Majesty. I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Her arms wrapped about him, one hand pressing against his heart, the other about his waist. "Because you contravened the rules, Theo, this round will be all about my pleasure, instead of yours, as I'd wanted to do for you. You have sacrificed that opportunity with such impetuousness." Her nails dug in, leaving rounded half-moon indentations in his skin, making him hiss from the unexpected sharp pain. "I am your Mistress, and you will do as I command – as you agreed. Do you understand?"

Whimpering like a whipped puppy, he heedlessly blurted another apology, his only driving thought to get her to relent so he could come soon. "Forgive me, Your Majesty! Yes, I understand. I won't do it again!"

Pulling away from him, Daphne stood and walked around to the front of him and straddled the chair, looking down at him with disappointment. "The sincerity and eagerness of your response pleases me, Theo. Therefore, I will provide you with a single opportunity to earn my forgiveness – although this round will continue to remain for my pleasure only. However…" She narrowed her eyes in severe warning. "If you fail to do exactly as I want for the remaining time we have in here, this game will end for both of us. I will simply forfeit… and you will never have me. Do you understand, Mister Nott?"

Theo's panicked response was a detonation of ballistic cold fire in his chest. He'd never had a woman dominate him before, but it had always remained his deepest, most sacred and secret fantasy. He now understood that Daphne could grant him this closeted fetish that he so desperately wanted, and for that reason, he needed to please her. "Yes, Your Majesty! I agree. I'm so sorry! Please, please forgive me." His fingernails bit into the palms of his hands as he clenched his fists in a masochistic fit meant to cause himself some pain for having been so stupid and risking this opportunity with his impatience.

Daphne stared at him with those enigmatic, deeply compelling eyes and Theo felt like a surrendering pet under her gaze. "Set your hands upon my knees."

He immediately leapt to do her bidding. "Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Slowly, run your hands up my legs, moving my dress up as you go," she murmured the command, and his stomach clenched as his cock jumped in anticipation. Where would this lead? Would she ask him to lick her pussy in retribution? Man, he would be so lucky!

"Yes, Your Majesty," he whispered, and holding her gaze, he did as she bade, scrunching the silky, shiny dress up past her thighs, over her hips and bunching it at her waist. She wore a pair of V-String iridescent blue-green satin mesh panties with lace trim that he could just barely see through… and noted that she was completely shaved. "Oh, hell," he breathed in awe, wanting to bury his nose right in and start licking.

"Theo, look at me," his Queen commanded.

"Yes, Your Majesty," he responded automatically, gazing into her beautiful, bright eyes once more.

She stared at him, then reached out a hand and traced his cheek, strangely gentle. "Do you want to worship me properly, Theo?" she asked in a low, sultry voice. He lost his ability to speak coherently and could only nod. "Then stand up." He followed her instruction, now looming over her in greater height.

"Yes, Your Majesty," he breathed in what was automatically becoming his favorite phrase of the century.

"Remove my dress," she bid, watching him with a grey-blue enigmatic, unwavering stare. "Slowly."

With his hands already at her waist, he moved the satiny fabric inch by inch up the remainder of her deliciously curved body. Theo's mouth ran dry as he took a good, long gander at the perfection before him. Daphne's belly was flat, her hips flared, her breasts… oh, bloody hell, her breasts! They were perfectly ample, just the right size for his tastes, spilling from the top of a matching lacy-satin iridescent green-blue bra. Tugging the dress over her head and arms, he let the fabric slip to the side through his fingers, unheeded.

"Now, tell me, Theo, what your card requires you to perform," she indicated the laminated piece of cardboard lying atop his clothes pile nearby. "Can you recall it from memory?"

He nodded eagerly, and recited the instructions:

DEED: Lick and touch your partner's naked chest.

Daphne hummed and gave him a sinful smile that made his penis twitch once again, then reached behind her and with a practiced ease, slipped the fastenings on her bra and removed it, allowing it to fall to the side on top of the dress. Theo's breath caught and his heart leapt against the underside of his ribs painfully; her breasts truly were exquisitely shaped, with tiny nipples that were a light pinkish-brown in color. Such gorgeous nipples, he thought as his mouth watered at the fantasy of taking them in his mouth right away. It was only with great restraint and a reminder to himself that he didn't want her to get angry with his impatience again and walk away now that he just managed to keep his fingers (and his lips) to himself.

"Sit back down," she required of him, and immediately he obeyed, with a reflexive, "Yes, Your Majesty," erupting from his lips without thought. Sinuously sliding down with him, his partner straddled his lap, and then pushed him slowly into a reclining position over the smaller hump in the funky chair. "Lay back."

When he'd settled so that his spine matched the flow of the chair's design comfortably, Daphne gripped his hands gently and guided them towards her chest to cup her mounds. "You're going to give me pleasure now, Theo. I want you to start off here." Settling herself more firmly over his erection, letting the width of him rest in the middle of her folds, which were slightly damp behind the fabric of her knickers, she gave him a wicked smile and proceeded to teach him. "Were you at all cognizant of the fact that a woman's breasts are an important feature of her feminine image, Theo?" she asked in a softly compelling voice, keeping his hands still and in place, letting him feel the warm, cushiony flesh.

He shook his head. Honestly, he hadn't given the matter much thought. Tits were tits – something to be sucked or held onto while you fucked. "No, Your Majesty."

The smirk on her face widened perceptively. "Oh, yes, quite. We of the feminine persuasion are always consciously aware of their weight upon our chests, of every abrupt temperature change that affects them, of the sensitive reactions elicited by differing elements stroking against them, be it lace or satin or cotton… or oils… or skin. We also gauge them against other women's, reassuring ourselves of their beauty, comparing them in much the same way a man does his penis." He swallowed heavily as she shifted her hips to glide her core up and then back down his stiff cock in tactile example. "They are a beautiful extension of a woman, Theo, faithfully responsive to pleasing stimuli, much as your most cherished possession." On the final two words, she slid over him again, just once, making his need flare. She then went still against him.

"Lightly caress my nipples," she commanded. "I want you to learn my body so you can please me properly."

More turned on than he'd ever thought possible, Theo did as his goddess asked, letting his index fingers swipe over the tiny buds, and watched in amazement the actual process of them swelling in response. He was amazed to see them change color, flushing with blood as they became engorged. Why had he never noticed such a small, but awesomely arousing detail before?

Daphne hummed in approval, enjoying his attention, and his eyes shot to her face to watch her reaction. Lust crawled languidly through her ocean-blue depths, her pupils expanding as her body felt the stirrings of need. Her smirk had transformed into a small, pleased smile that decorated her prettily painted lips with an expression he'd only seen once – the afternoon she'd sat across from him on the common room couches, relaxed and enjoying herself. That look was what he'd been waiting for… and this time it was directed at him, at something he was doing to her, and not some book.

"What do they feel like?" she inquired. "Tell me every sensation that caressing my body in this manner is educing from your senses, Theo."

Theo licked his lips and dropped his gaze back to what his hands were doing. "Your skin is so soft… buttery soft," he sighed in pleasure, cupping her breasts and pushing up a bit, squeezing lightly. "And malleable. There's firmness underneath, but it moves about under my fingers."

"Show me what you've learned, Theo," she arched into his hands. "Worship my breasts properly, just as your card allows."

With very light caresses to start, he traced the edges of her breasts one at a time, learning the soft span of flesh with intimate detail. She had a single, light freckle on the top of her left mound, and another underneath her right. He found those beauty marks to be fascinating, not ruining the perfection, but adding to its uniqueness. Her left side was slightly larger than her right, and a tad heavier. Snaking a fingertip over her areola, he circled it many times, just tracing, softly learning Daphne's shape. It was such a sensual thing to do to study the contours of a woman, he was discovering. "Beautiful," he whispered, enraptured by the motion of flesh under his fingers. "I want to run my tongue all over these."

To his surprise, goose bumps decorated her skin and she lightly shivered. He looked up at her in astonishment, and Daphne graced him with a slow, sensual smile. "I give you permission to use your mouth now. Start with your lips only, and then add your tongue, and then your teeth at last. Change the temperature by breathing hot, then blowing cold alternatively. Watch how your attention affects me."

Giddy as a virgin, he leaned in and ran his mouth over the entirety of her breast, following the curves, breathing and blowing upon her skin randomly, enjoying the tiny shivers that raced her spine as he played. Adding his tongue into the mix, circling her nipple, but not touching it, teasing until Daphne decreed he take the tiny bud into his mouth, had been so gratifying! He suckled her breasts, one at a time, alternating pressure as she directed. By the time he'd moved on to the use of his teeth, her nipples were dark from his love bites, delightfully bruised and he was sure, aching in a way that made Daphne quite pleased.

Her voice thrumming with pleasure, Daphne calmly continued with the lesson, rubbing her lower body against his cock in a slow, continuous rhythm now. "A woman's body is a place for your veneration, Theo. While you are touching her or deeply buried inside of her, she must become the centre of your adoration and devotion. You achieve this not just with words, Theo, but with every sincere effort you make to bring her pleasure."

He adored the challenge in her eyes. "Yes, Your Majesty," he seductively purred and turned back to his task, loving the feel of her satiny knickers sliding across his length. He nipped at her, bit harder, pulled back as she requested of him, repeated, changed tempos. Then he bit the tender flesh around her areola, leaving a nice imprint behind on her left lower curve. As he worked, Daphne encouraged him with soft words, and when he'd finally put it all together – laving, stroking, pinching, forcing air of varying temperatures across the sensitive skin, and biting hard enough on the nipple itself to leave another mark, Daphne came for him. It was magic, this gentle bringing, making him truly aware of his partner in a way he had never been before.

She was wholly beautiful as her head tilted towards the sky, her lips parted, her back arched, and her breasts and throat and cheeks rushed with blood. As she yielded to her petite orgasm with a soft moaning sigh, her fingernails gripped his biceps tightly and pressed in sharply, and she shook in his arms allowing herself to finally slip a margin of that tight control she always maintained. She was all feminine grace and strength and vulnerability wrapped up in his arms in that moment.

"Daphne," he breathed her name in awe, really seeing her for the first time.

When she came back into herself, his partner's dark eyelashes fluttered open and their gazes connected once more. As they silently watched each other, he awaited her next command, enjoying this game of pleasing her immensely. Sexual contact had never been like this for him, and this experience tonight was decidedly heady. Theo craved more. His eyes dropped to her lips as she licked them. Gods, he wanted to kiss her!

"What will you have of me now, my Queen?" he whispered, letting his attention travel the length of her long, peachy-gold throat, down to where his fingers were still lightly caressing her nipples. "Shall I continue?"

Her chest expanded as she took a deeper breath, and then she put some space between them and reached down to grip his penis. She stroked upwards from the base of him with a tight grip, and Theo hissed, tensing up, enjoying the skimming of his most sensitive self. "Oh, yeah!" he cried out with delirious desire as she swiped her thumb over his wet crown, circling his tip with her fingers, rubbing softly. "Your Majesty, please… bring me, too. I beg you!"

Sadistically, her fingers let him go immediately, and he groaned in mounting frustration, looking up at her for intention as she straddled his lap, watching him so calmly, her restraint iron-clad once more. For just a second, he felt a hot stab of anger at her playing with him; he'd given her pleasure, after all and it was only fair that she did likewise for him, right?

"My pleasure only this round, remember?" she reminded him wickedly, even as the lights from the ceiling above reflected gauzy glints of gold all about her, haloing her in an angelic bath of heavenly illumination. "Patience, Theo. Your turn will undoubtedly come at the next opportunity and I have no doubt you'll make me pay for my selfishness ten-fold."

His eyes brightened. Yes, in the next round, anything could happen! He might get a really nasty card to try out on her, and then she'd be under his whim…

But did he really want that?

He was rather enjoying being Daphne's submissive. He was not only learning about the more sensual side of sex, but he was fulfilling a fantasy... and honestly, there was something compelling about being with this witch. She drew him in with her formal speech, and her smart talk, and her sexy allure. He'd never felt so utterly charmed by a woman before. "I'll turn over my action to you next round if you will it, my Queen," he heard the words escape his mouth before he'd put much thought to them.

One dark eyebrow rose in curiosity, and her warm hand cupped his cheek, stroking back and forth against his smooth, freshly shaved skin with renewed interest. "You would do that? Why, Theo?"

As he stared up at her from his willing, exposed position at her feet—at her soft, shining pale blue eyes, and her sweetly parted light wine-colored lips, and her lovely cascade of champagne-colored hair—a sudden feeling overcame him, gripping his heart tightly. Unnamed, unknown, it was powerful enough to induce a clenching of his naked abdomen, to propel his stomach to drop, to leave him feeling strangely defenseless. "I… don't… want this to stop, Daphne," he admitted with anxious inspiration. "I like what we're doing."

His Queen watched him carefully, her fingertips tracing over his full lips, apparently considering his offer. "I accept your gift, Theo," she finally agreed, and he felt relief bloom throughout his body, relaxing his muscles again. "Next round we will continue as we are, and perhaps, if the cards are in your favour, I will even pleasure you."

Closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead against her thighs, letting his hands rest on the sides of her long legs, thanking her silently for her beneficent deliverance.

As they redressed in silence a few minutes later, and while her back was to him, Theo considered all he'd learned about Daphne Greengrass over the last hour. Her movements were precise, she appeared unruffled by getting half-naked with a man she hardly knew, and yet his impression was that this was not something she did regularly with men, so she was no common doxy. Did she feel anything for him at all, aside from some wacked out BDSM needs, though? Or was this all simply a game to her? How many men had she done this sort of thing with anyway?

What had she said yesterday? Something important…

"I would like to enjoy it as a game of sultry delight – a conclusive initiation, as it were, into realizing adulthood."

Maybe he wasn't special to her at all. Maybe he was just one last fling before graduation, as she'd sort of intimated that she wanted. Hell, she hadn't even wanted a kiss from him when he'd tried to give her one not three minutes ago in thanks for what she'd done with him this round; she'd stepped away and shook her head, telling him there would be no kissing between them unless a card required it.

"When this game ends, you will not pursue me."

She'd made him swear to that requirement in the beginning of all of this… which meant she didn't have any intention of getting emotionally tangled up with Theo.

When they were ready, and as he reached for the handle to exit the room, allowing Greengrass to go before him, he felt a sinking sensation in his guts. What if he didn't want to let her go at the end? He'd seriously liked doing this with her. What if he wanted to pursue her, to explore more of this forbidden side that he'd secretly yearned for? How screwed was he going to be then?

Somehow everything had gotten turned on its head. He'd joined this game so he could fuck a girl – any one, didn't matter to him (although he'd been kind of hoping for Daphne when he'd reached for the Partners card). Now, he was finding himself wanting a specific girl, and hopefully, not just for this one night. Only she didn't seem to want him in the same way, as was so obviously evident when she walked past him and sat back down upon the couch, as cool and calmly collected as ever.

Fucking hell, what had he gotten himself into?

TO BE CONTINUED...

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

The TantraChair actually exists. I found it quite by accident while Googling 'chair' and 'fun'. As soon as I saw it, I thought of Daphne and Theo.

Musical Selection for this Chapter: "So I Need You" by 3 Doors Down. Lyrics are as follows…

If you could step into my head,
Tell me, would you still know me?
And if you woke up in my bed,
Tell me, then would you hold me?
Or would you simply let it lie,
Leaving me to wonder why?
I can't get you out of this head,
I call mine.
And I will say…

Oh, no, I can't let you go, my little girl,
Because you're holding up my world.
So I need you.
Your imitation of my walk,
And the perfect way you talk,
Is just a couple of the million things
That I love about you.
So I need you.
So I need you.
So I need you.
So I need you.

And if I jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge,
Tell me, would you still follow me?
And if I made you mad today,
Tell me, will you love me tomorrow, please?
Or would you say that you don't care,
And then leave me standing here
Like the fool who is drowning in
Despair and screamin'?

I'm on my own.
I'm on my own.
I'm on my own.