Ginny Is Discovered

Sorry it's been so long. Please let me know what you think of this chapter:)

Ginny walked swiftly toward the third floor corridor, wanting no one to wonder where she was going. She nearly made it, just as the staircase swung away. Cursing, she departed on a different floor and took the long way round. It was inconceivable she was even thinking of doing this, she thought to herself as she dodged past a gaggle of older students. Ginny knew this was probably going to get her in worse trouble and that Blaise would now have more to blackmail her with if she went through with it, but she just didn't care. The way he made her feel, that fact he had said he had wanted her for a long time. But mostly it was Severus' rejection yesterday that had been the deciding factor. If she couldn't have Severus then she would have someone else. And if they caught so be it. She almost wanted them to get caught just to rub it in Snape's face. He would be so shocked that his little red headed goddess would do such a thing, maybe he would take her back. She wanted an experienced man, someone who knew what he was doing, which was also part of the reason she had said yes to Blaise. He had a reputation, not enough to make her feel cheap but enough to let her know she was in safe hands. Sort of. Taking a deep breath she pushed open the small door and slunk in, closing it behind her.

The corridor was dark and gloomy and Ginny had to let her eyes adjust before she could walk forwards anymore. The lamps flickered in their sconces and lit up the old statue in a sinister way, so that her hump cast a large shadow over most of the Western wall.

"Blaise?" Ginny called her small nipples hard in the cold beneath her lacy bra.

There was no answer until a hand clamped over her mouth and another snaked around her waist, holding her against a tall figure in the semi-darkness.

"Do you want to have some fun, Weaselette?" A deep voice whispered into her ear. The hand did not move so Ginny nodded briefly, her long hair tugging against buttons on the boys' shirt. "Do you trust me?" he murmured salaciously, a finger brushing against the pale exposed skin of her abdomen where her shirt had ridden up. Again she nodded. A loud laugh erupted from him, she could feel it rumbling in his chest, and then he muttered a charm, and she fainted.

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He took her in, really looking at her. She was beautiful, truly, and he wondered how Snivellus could have resisted her. Her hair fell half way down her back, partly obscuring her face and breasts from his eyes, which were amply sized for her height, the nipples peaked in the cold. She was bare between her legs, just the way he liked, with slim, angular hipbones and long white legs, stretched out for him to admire. She hung from chains fastened above her head, so she was fully elongated, everything open for him to see.

She blinked once or twice, before opening her eyes in shock. She attempted to cover herself up with her hands before realising she was chained and tugging against them in vain. Her eyes burned furiously as she caught sight of him in the corner, watching her.

"Blaise, what the hell?" she cried, her struggling making her breasts bounce.

"Shush, Weaselette, it'll be good, I promise," Blaise crooned. He walked towards her, feeling himself becoming hard and trying to control his urge just to pounce on her and batter her rough and hard until he was finished. That could wait for later.

Reaching her, he stroked down the side of her face, calming her. Seeing lust burn in her eyes, his hand travelled lower, pressing against her collar bone and skimming the edge of her breasts, making her gasp. He grinned, delighted at her reaction, and ran his fingers across the smooth skin of her stomach, her muscles rippling beneath his hand.

He cupped her mound gently as she moaned, pulling against the chains to force herself against him, her folds already soaked and waiting for him. His cock stirred in his boxers and he grinned into her eyes.

"I think you like being punished, don't you, you little whore? You like being tied up like this," he growled, pressing the tips of his fingers against her entrance, which was so slick beneath them.

"Yes, I love it," she gasped, a fresh wave of desire running through her. Her stomach muscles rippled before his eyes and her juices slicked his palm whilst he admired her athletic body.

"Did I ask you to talk, slut?" he shouted, feeling her core get even wetter. Her eyes went round and she shook her head silently, desire pulsing through her. "You always talked about me to your Gryffindor friends, didn't you, bitch? Saying mean things about me, behind my back, like you were the one in power. It's changed a bit now hasn't it? Hmm?" He laughed loudly in the silent room, his gaze roaming all over her, taking her in.

"I can smell you, you wanton woman, how much you are enjoying this." He pressed against her so that she could feel his erection rubbing on her bare leg and she sighed with pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed. He reached behind her, onto the bed she was chained to, picking up a ball gag. Ginny continued to hump his leg, humming her satisfaction, until he tweaked one of her nipples and she squealed – a tiny, endearing noise. Taking advantage, Blaise shoved the gag into her mouth and fastened it behind her head, enjoying the passion burning in her eyes as she stared up at him.

"Well, there won't be anymore talking behind my back now, will there?" Blaise growled as he suddenly forced two fingers into her, pumping them hard. It was enough to excite her, and he felt her tight little walls clench around his digits before he removed them, leaving her on the brink of a small orgasm. She sighed, thrusting her hips towards him desperately as sweat began to break out over her alabaster skin, dripping down her collarbone and between her breasts. Blaise grinned and stroked one finger down the side of her neck, following it with a series of light kisses before he whispered low in her ear, "I'm calling the shots now baby and you better know it."

His hand travelled further down and cupped one of her boobs, rolling the nipple between two of his fingers and sucking on the other one. Ginny moaned behind the gag and once again her eyes fell closed in bliss as desire pooled low in her belly, her heart thumping in her chest. "Look at what I'm dong to you," the boy crooned, taking her nipple between his teeth and nipping gently. She didn't comply and he bit down harder, causing her eyes to fly open in shock as his teeth grazed her sensitive skin. Suddenly she felt so much wetter and blood roared in her ears as she breathed deeply through her nose.

Right then Blaise knew he had her. She would do whatever he wanted because he could see the desperation in her eyes to come – she clearly hadn't been with anyone after Snape. He almost felt sorry for the Weaselette but then he saw the lust in her eyes and couldn't feel anything but desire. It ran through him, raising his heart rate and everything else with it. Jesus, he couldn't wait to take her, she felt so tight around his hand, but he couldn't rush her either. If he did that it would just be a one time thing and he needed to make sure it was an experience to be repeated – he had waited so long already, what was the point in wasting it? Sneering at her, Blaise stood to his full height and stared her down, glaring into her eyes as her speeding pulse beat in her throat.

"You defied me," he hissed, "You shouldn't have done that." He grabbed her hips, relishing the feeling of her skin beneath his palms, before he turned her away from him and bent her at the waist, so that she was leaning against the post with her hands still fastened in the ties. Surveying his prize, he licked his lips at the sight, her want made more obvious by the glinting moistness between her legs.

Blaise placed his leg in the middle of hers, nudging them open so he had a better view, and she moaned around the gag in her mouth, the feeling of his rough trousers enough to send tingling sensations along all of her limbs. He laughed once more, and she turned to look at him, her chest heaving with lust, confusion in her eyes.

"You think this is for your pleasure?" he asked, knowing full well that she couldn't answer. Shaking his head, he turned away from her glorious body and took an item from the top of a chest of drawers, twirling it in his fingers so she could get a good look. "You defied me, wench," he spat, spinning the wide, stout paddle through the air, "So it is only right that you are punished." With that he brought the paddle down on her arse, enjoying the sound it made as it connected with her skin and the way her flesh moved beautifully. He struck her over and over, and she started to buck against the blows, moaning with pleasure through her gag. He stroked her arse between spanks, feeling the hot skin beneath his palms and occasionally kneading her bottom, loving the way she thrust herself towards him for more, like a silent beg. She was groaning into the silent room as he leaned over her back and tugged the gag out of her mouth. Ginny drew in a deep lungful of air, turning her head so she could look at her captor, abuser and lover. He smiled salaciously down at her, releasing butterflies in her stomach and she glared back defiantly.

"You are going to count the spanks for me, love," Blaise said, putting one finger inside and pumping in and out deliciously slowly. "How many?" Ginny breathed, finding it hard to speak. Blaise merely chuckled and brought the paddle down.

Smack

"One," Ginny moaned.

Smack

"Two," she breathed as juices coated her thighs.

Smack

"Three," she cried. Blaise began to undo his flies.

Smack

"Four," she shouted, her hair covering her face.

Smack

"Five," she cried again, lurching forward towards the bed with the force of the blow. She heard Blaise put the paddle down as she tried to catch her breath, feeling her blood pump wonderfully in her nether regions, her lust reaching new heights. The pull on her arms ceased and she fell unceremoniously onto the bed. Blaise righted her; his fingers splayed across her hips, and turned her around. The chains were still attached to her wrists; they were just no longer hooked over the notch at the top of the bed post. Stroking her face, Blaise fisted her hair and forced his lips onto hers, kissing her aggressively and passionately. She gasped against his mouth and he explored her mouth with his tongue, touching on every available surface as she did the same thing to him, both their bodies pushing together in an effort to be closer. Blaises' free hand travelled down to her rear and he kneaded it gently, enjoying the way Ginny automatically began to hump his leg in lust.

Releasing her hair, he smiled at her flushed face, with blood rising in her cheeks.

"I think it's about time we found a better use for that mouth, don't you?" he grinned.

Argh, cliffhanger! Let me know what you did and didn't like and I will update as soon as possible.