He grunts as I tighten the second bond, and my eyes instantly flick to his face, assessing. 'Is it too tight?'

'No.' His breathing is a little shallow, and I can see that he's trying very hard to control it. He closes his eyes, and I watch him master his desire, watch him force some level of calm through his body. He sighs, and when he looks at me again, his smirk registers fully in his silver eyes. 'It feels wonderful.'

I blush slightly under his gaze, still a little unsure of myself. Images and imaginings from the last few years have been steadily streaming through my mind during the five minutes it's taken me to tether him. But I still found myself asking over and over again that he was comfortable, that I wasn't tying him too tight, that I wasn't hurting him in a way that he didn't want.

'Ron.' I realise I've been staring at his wrists, pinned over his head, tied to the bed. Tight, but enough slack for him to shift, if he needs to. But as he breathes my name, my eyes fix entirely on his. 'I trust you. I want this.'

'You tell me,' I rumble, leaning over him, running a thumb over his sharp cheekbone. 'The moment you're not enjoying yourself, the moment it becomes something you don't want. You tell me, and it's stops immediately. Promise me.'

'I promise.' My thumb travels to his lips, and his gently nips at it with his teeth, his face daring but his eyes sincere. I nod, then straighten and turn away from him. I move to stand at the end of the bed, and cross my arms. And something in me shifts.

As I survey his naked body, splayed out on the bed before me, the mental images begin to whir again. This time, I slow them down, remembering them. The research I'd done. The things I'd read or heard of that made me hard instantly at the thought, had me excusing myself early from evenings with Harry and Ginny, with my family long before, to go and relieve the ache those thoughts caused. And now, I have the opportunity, with a willing and eager partner, to explore this side of myself.

I feel that change in me as I allow that need to dominate, that calm and commanding feeling, to flood me. And I watch as Draco's eyes widen at whatever subtle physical changes occur with that feeling, and that fucking innocence shines from him once more. I hear myself chuckle darkly.

'Well, look at you, Pet.' My voice is so deep, so husky, I'm surprised he can make out the words. But he does, and his body reacts immediately, his lip between his teeth, his hard cock twitching slightly. I go on, 'All bound and ready for me, for my use. Do you want me to use you?'

'Yes.' I raise one eyebrow.

'Do you have manners, or do I need to teach you some?' A slightly dangerous edge to my tone, now. Draco pauses, seeming to consider, then meets my gaze and makes a show of clamping his mouth shut. I just chuckle again. 'Oh, so you want to play. I'll play with you, brat, and by the end of our time together tonight I'm pretty sure that you'll be remembering your manners next time.' I see him swallow hard, but there's no fear on his face, no indication that this was not what he wants. So I keep going. I lean forwards, over his legs, and plant one hand on the mattress, outside of his thighs. 'The question is, what do I do with you first?'

He holds my gaze, but from the edge of my vision I see his length pulse again, and I know that the grin I give him has a slightly wolfish quality. I raise my hand, and start to very slowly trace the inside of his left calf. The heat from his skin, our contact, almost burns my fingers, but I maintain my agonising pace as I trace circular patterns against the pale flesh.

'Ron ... ' It seems to have been an involuntary utterance, and I can see that his pupils are widening, his whole body tense as he tries to lean into my touch.

'Patience, Pet,' I breathe, and dip my head to trail kisses and lick across the skin I've just been tickling. He groans, his head falling back into his pillow and his hands pulling against the restraints. I marvel at how his toned body writhes, the muscles sliding under his skin as he bucks, trying to get my mouth to land where he wants it. I'm aching to just jump on him, slide into him quickly and fuck him senseless, but we've had too many rushed evenings as it is. Tonight, I want to take things slowly. I want to take him apart and put him back together again.

So my hands skate up his left leg, along the inside of his thigh, and my mouth follows it, my lips and tongue sucking and lapping, and as I get higher my teeth join the fray, nipping and tugging at soft flesh. He's panting as I reach the top of his thigh, then he's groaning in frustration when I lean away and start on the other leg. I look up and see the desire and anger in his gaze, and chuckle against the inside of his right knee.

'Keep looking at me like that, and I'll make you regret it.' My threat rumbles from deep in my chest, and to emphasise my point I bite him. Not a nip, but fully sinking my teeth into the delicate skin on his inner thigh.

His response is slightly unexpected, but makes my hard length pulse. He snarls at the pain, but he doesn't pull away. Instead I watch as his pupils blow wide, and a bead of pre-cum gathers at the head of his cock. I release him from between my teeth as the air punches from my body in understanding.

'You want me to hurt you.' It's not really a question.

'I want you to do what you want to me.' His eyes are almost completely black now, and he's pulling at his restraints. I take a moment to steady myself, and purposefully blow a soft breath over his damp head. He grunts, pulling at his bonds again.

'I'm going to hurt you, Draco.' His head reels slightly at the shift in my tone, the depth of it. 'But it'll be for both of our pleasures. I'm not going to hurt you just for some pointless, sadistic reason. I'll happily punish you when you deserve it,' I add, winking at him to ease the heaviness of my words, but then turning serious again. 'But I will not hurt you for the sake of it. And I need you to tell me that you understand that.'

'I understand.' His voice is slightly hushed, almost a little awed. His gaze is still full of lust, but there's something warmer about it now, less guarded. I feel myself relax as I know he really has heard me.

'Good.' I lean forwards and drag my tongue up his shaft. He keens, his head falling back and his hips bucking upwards. I grab one hip to hold him still as I dip my head to his abdomen, sucking up the pool of pre-cum that's dripped there. 'Gods, you taste good.'

'Please,' he rasps, thrashing against my hand on his hip. I hold tighter, and he gasps as I let him feel that power that has been present for most of our encounters but has been in a much more diluted form. I've known for weeks that I could keep him completely immobile if I wanted to, but haven't let him see the extent of my strength. Until now.

'We really are going to have to work on your patience.' I flash him a wicked grin as I lower my head again, and take him in my mouth. He whines as I begin to bob my head, and I've become practiced enough that I can now quickly take him to the root. My long nose brushes white-blonde curls and I swallow around him. His noises are desperate, breathless, and I force down the building heat inside myself as I slowly lift off him again, my teeth dragging gently up his length, my tongue pressed firmly to the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock.

My movements are so slow, torturous, but I can feel him leaking, his taste getting stronger in my mouth as I use my free hand the gently roll his balls. His bent legs are starting to shake against my shoulders as he nears his end, and I move for a couple more seconds before pulling completely away. The sound he emits makes me bite the inside of my cheek to retain control over my body.

'Poor little rich boy,' I croon, and grin as his eyes flash at me, a little of that old hostility there. But there's enough lust to make me push on, 'Who would have thought that you'd be so desperate to be fucked by someone so much poorer than you? Well don't you worry, Pet, I'm going to make you forget all about our differences.'

I reach for my wand, and conjour something invisible. Like a small, elastic band. I wave my wand over his body, and I know that the band is stretching and descending around his achingly hard dick. I watch his face and see his eyes widen in recognition, just as the band tightens at his base. He hisses through his teeth, but he doesn't break our eye contact. I feel my grin grow wider.

'Mmm, we're going to have to do something about that defiance at some point, too,' I growl, and see his eyes flash in response. I stand and slowly remove my clothes, delighting in the way his eyes follow my movements, his chest heaving in ragged pants, his cock twitching all the while. When I'm naked, I crawl onto the bed to kneel between his knees, and take hold of my erection. I grunt at the friction, and slowly stroke myself as my gaze trails up and down his body. Then I catch his eye, and smirk at the need I see there.

I release myself and grasp him instead, slowly stroking him just as I had with myself, squeezing a little hrder than I usually do. My other hand lowers, and he rolls his hips as I press a finger to his entrace. He's trying to push himself down onto me, seemingly prepared to have me enter without assistance, but I still him with a look before murmuring a spell. His gasp and the wetness I feel against my fingertips tells me that my wandless spell was successful.

'Weasley, I don't know where you learned that, but it was incredibly fucking hot.' It's the first thing he's said in a while, and his voice is husky and thick. I raise my eyebrows at him.

'Why is everyone always so bloody surprised at my abilites,' I sigh mockingly, but don't give him a chance to reply. Instead, I push forward, and one finger sinks completely into him. His response dies in a strangled groan, and then another as I begin to pump his length in time with my thrusts. I continue my actions, adding a second, then a third finger, until his hole is relaxed around my hand and his shaft is slick with his own juices.

Soon, he's shaking again, the band around him holding off his imminent release, and I immediately withdraw. The roar he releases surprises me slightly, and I wonder if we should have cast silencing charms around the room, but something about his wild eyes tells me that he isn't capable of thinking about those things right now. His gaze begs me to end his torture, and I know that I will soon, if only because I'm struggling to retain my own control. But seeing him so undone, his hair tousled around his face, the pink flush smeared across those high cheekbones, the redness of his bite-swollen lower lip ...

'I want to keep you in this state forever,' I snarl, squeezing my own shaft again to ease the dull throb in my groin. His eyebrows raise, and I realise his past words when he just gapes at me. But his eyes are pleading now, so much so that I add, 'But that would be cruel, wouldn't it?'

He nods, and I grin once more as I position myself between his knees. My tip is bobbing with the force of my pulse running through it, but I hold myself steady and press to his entrance. Gently, slowly, so that only my tip enters him. He whimpers and shifts, trying to grind down, to pull me in deeper, but I pin his hip to the bed with one freckled hand.

With the other hand I grip his hair, pulling it back to expose his long pale throat. Careful not to move my pelvis, I lean over him and lick a trail up his neck, then whisper hoarsely in his ear, 'Tell me what you want, Draco. I want to hear those filthy words on your pretty little silver tongue.'

'Fuck me,' he breathes, trying and failing to fight my hold on his body. 'Please, I want you to fuck me hard and fast. I want to feel you cum inside me. I need to cum for you. Ron, please!'

'There's those lovely manners,' I growl, and nip at the shell of his ear as I thrust fully into him. He gasps at the slight pain I know I've caused by filling him to the hilt, but when I pull back to check his face his eyes are shining with lust, pleading. So retreat further, sliding his legs over my shoulders, and I set up a hard, fast pace.

The position has me hitting him deep, and I can hear the slight whoosh of air that leaves him every time I enter, mingling with the sound of my hips slapping against his thighs. I lean over him, planting my palms onto the mattress on either side of his torso, bending his body in on itself further. He bites into his lip, sweat appearing on his brow as he holds my gaze, and I get lost in those silver eyes.

'Beautiful.' I can hear myself talking, but I've given up full control to my subconscious. 'Look at you, pinned beneath me, completely at my mercy. Your cock is so hard, Draco. So full of the cum you've been so desperate to release. Does it hurt, Pet?'

'Yes, I need - '

'Don't you worry, Love, I know what you need. You need me to fill this tight, hot little hole, over and over, till you can't see straight. And I'm going to take what I need, too. I need to fuck you, so hard, so deep, that you'll forget your own name. I've denied you release for this long, surely you can hold out for me just a little longer?'

'I ... I don't ... ' He's panting, his eyes wild again, and I can tell he's struggling to think. The thought that I've done this to him, with my fingers, my body, my shaft, makes me growl as I speed up once more, my teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his thigh. He arches off the bed, and almost screams, 'Please!'

'Well, since you asked so nicely ... ' I snap my fingers, and the band around him breaks. He's instantly cumming, strings of it flying up, hitting his chest, his face, his beautiful, blissfilled face. 'Such a good boy,' I croon, and press forward to kiss him. Hard. His cock continues to twitch between us, still spurting, as though all of those denied releases were lined up, one after the other.

The thought coupled with the way he tightens around me as my stomach brushes his oversensitive tip is enough for me to find my own release. I plunge as deep as I can as I feel myself pulse three, four, five times, and he gets slicker inside with each thrust as I fill him with my cum. Again I hear my own voice, as if from far away, and it's biting out his name as I let go deep inside him.

Then I'm spent, and suddenly exhausted. I pull out and collapse next to him, using the last of my energy to tug at his bonds, the knots falling away easily. He groans as he lowers his arms, and I rub at the one closest to me, checking his wrist for markings, bruising. But there's none, and I'm proud of my handiwork, that I was able to tie him and leave no damage.

He rolls towards me, and I gladly open my arms. He presses soft kisses to my neck and shoulder, and I can feel how relaxed his body is. But that doesn't last long.

No, the tension returns quickly after his next words. And I don't know if it's that he's also let his mind take over, or that he's still in subspace, but I feel his breath ghost over my chest as he murmurs, 'I love you.'