Chapter 3: Testing Limits
Harrys POV
I knew I should be worried but all I could feel was a thrumming joy that the man of my desires was even considering taking me on my request. I watched a glint in his eyes appear, "What if I wished for you to only address me as 'my lord' or 'master'?" I did my best to hide the amusement at seeing him test my limits, "As I said master. I will do anything to make you happy." He nodded, "What If I wanted you to please my death eaters while I observed. After all that would include you hated Potions Master." I resigned myself to his questioning, "Would you like me to struggle or do you think they would prefer me willing My Lord?" He groaned but I could not tell if it was in pleasure or irritation, "If I wanted you to strip for me, right now?" I knew my eyes had lit up, but only with the knowledge that he was finally taking this where I wanted it. Without a word I stood unbuttoning my robes, allowing them to slip off my shoulders. His eyes were melting around my body as I followed that with pulling my shirt off. Wanting to give him a show I turned facing away from him. Wrapping my fingers under my waist line I bent down slowly pulling my trousers and boxers off before turning back to him, "Is that acceptable Master?"
His eyes were filled with lust when he requested/demanded his next want, "Perhaps I want you to strip me and pleasure me with that delectable mouth of yours?" Walking over I whimpered, "May I leave your cloak on? You would look so delicious like that?" He gave a nod, I could tell he did not trust himself to speak in that moment. I pulled my wand out only to feel him tense. I smiled reassuringly quickly dragging it down his chest watching as his shirt, then bottoms vanished leaving him in not but that sexy cape that was now resting against bare skin. Once the spell was completed I held my wand out for him, "Take it master. I will only use magic when you feel comfortable enough to give it back to me." His eyes widened in amazement but took my wand none the less.
I concentrated back on the task at hand. Silently I admired how beautiful my Master was. His was tall and pale with muscles that I am sure no one knew he had. I gently caressed his chest then went back to my knees, brushing my fingers on his thighs. His skin was cold but radiated the power he held. It was addicting how I never want to stop touching, feeling, even memorizing each bit of my sweet Lord Voldemort. Carefully I drug my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He was average in length but by god he was mouthwateringly thick. Pulling the head into my mouth he threw his head back in pleasure. To bring him that only shot jolts of heated electricity through my own body. I continued this slow torturous pace pleased when I finally heard an impatient demand, "Faster! Fuck Pet take it all." Still focusing on the task at hand I reveled in the nick name he had given me. After a moment he gripped my hair and pulled me off of his cock, "What if I wanted you to submit. To take it like a whore. To let me spank you, tie you down. Would you let me?" I let out a deep needing moan, "Please Master! Please need you. Make me yours. Whatever you want take. You need not ask, use me as you need to."
Voldemort's POV
His pleads were proving too much for me. He had already proven without a doubt he would follow me and do anything I requested. And that mouth of his gave me every reason I needed to not kill him. Who was I to deny the boy something he wanted so passionately. Lifting him by his hair I threw him over the table in front of me. Wandlessly I bound his wrists behind his back and his ankles to the table posts. He looked so fine bent over waiting for me to do whatever I may to him. Summoning a whip I examined his beautifully smooth ass running my hand over the flawless skin. Without warning I pulled the tool back and let it fall across his flesh, a bright red mark making itself known. He screamed, but not in pain. No my little minx had screamed in pure pleasure. I brought the whip down again and again watching him writhe and whimper at each strike, "God Harry. Do you enjoy being a little whore? My filthy toy to be used whenever I want. How many have seen you like this my pet?" He gasped trying to form words through another lash of the whip, "Yes Master! So good! Yours. Your slut, your whore. Only you master. It's only ever been you!" I quit my abuse to his skin loving how red he was marked by me. Only ever me.
I released him from his restraints and turned him on his back relishing in the wince he gave as I did. Mine to hurt. I brushed my thumb across his perk tanned nipple, seeing him arch into it. His eyes pierced into mine with such emotions that I could not place. I climbed over him taking the same nipple into my mouth gripping his cock, stroking him. His panting grew heavier as I continued my ministrations on the other nipple. He was getting close but I fixed that silently conjuring a cock ring on him. Mine to torture. I let my lips finally meat his, leaving me to do nothing but melt into his enticing flavor. My tongue slipped easily passed his burrier as I traced and outline each bit of his mouth. Finally pulling away I slipped down his body to his most private area. Letting the tip of my tongue brush across the boys pink entrance I was rewarded with the most gratifying sounds, and a taste I didn't ever want to live without. He tasted so sweet. It has been so long since my senses acknowledge anything so good and letting it go was out of the question as I dove my tongue deep past his buriers lapping at him until I knew I would slip into him with ease.
Reluctantly I pulled away knowing there was far better in store for me. I aligned my cock up with the virgin whole, and in one go thrust in all the way to the hilt. I stopped seeing the pained look in his eyes, but he shook his head, "No please I want you to take me. Don't focus on anything but yourself." I did as I was told pulling out only to sink back in just as quickly. He was so damned tight, "Fuck Harry. My little bitch. So warm taking my all the way." Lost in my ramblings I hardly noticed when he switch to Parstletongue in response, but his hissing did so many wondrous things to me, "mmmasster please don't stop. Fuck me like you mean it. Use me to cum! I want you to take all you can from me my lord. I'm the boy who lived. Don't you want to use this to get back at me? I'll let you."
I growled as he reminded me of his past light name, so gripping his hips with my nails I held back no longer. I thrust into him without mercy, gripping my hand around his throat I took enjoyment in his barely audible moans now that he could barely breathe. I release my hold when I saw it was too much. I could feel myself getting closer as he clenched around me. I took his cock ring off wanting to cum with him. "Fuck Harry!" My balls tightened as I spilled everything I had inside of him, and couldn't seem to stop when his ass clenched seeming to pull me in further swallowing every drop I had to give. Harry came with a cry when he caught sight of the passionate fire I knew was lit in my eyes, "Thank you master! Mm thank you." I smiled softly down as he rode out his high. Mine to pleasure. "We have much to discuss my pet but first we need some well-earned sleep." Transporting us both to my quarters we drifted into a state of exhausted sleep.