Kiaru- requested Cravat Cuff the sequel from Harry's POV. (Chapter 7)

FAIR WARNING- this one is essentially just smut and involves a lot of toys. Dom/Sub stuff 😉

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Cravat Cuffs- The Sequel

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Harry walked into the bedroom and wasn't sure what to make of the sight that greeted him there. He did know that he'd better shut the door immediately in case one of the kids decided that bedtime was a suggestion and came back into the hallway though.

Every item that was spread on his and Ginny's bed was colorful and could easily be mistaken for a toy.

Well, they were toys, but not one's for children to play with.

He wasn't exactly sure what his wife was up to, but she had pulled out a decades worth of their sex toys and dumped them all on the bed. There were cock rings and butt plugs and dildo's galore surrounding her while she sat cross legged in the middle of them all.

"Is this what you do when it's my turn to put Lily down to bed?" he laughed and locked the door.

Ginny rolled her eyes at him. "No!" she said exasperatedly, then a small blush reached her cheeks. "Maybe sometimes."

"Uhuh, and you've lain all these out because?" he asked hopefully. It had been a while since they'd played with a lot of these. He couldn't remember the last time she'd slipped a cock ring on him before giving him a blow job.

"Decluttering," she replied.

His shoulders slumped at that response.

"When was the last time we used these?" she held up pink and white silicone balls that were tethered together by a short string of pink and had a longer length of string on one side.

"I think you would remember that better than I would. Those aren't for me," he told her. They were Kegel balls that she'd bought after she had James.

"Oh, right. I thought they were the other thing for a moment. Where did those go?" she searched around for the anal beads that were no doubt around her somewhere. "And why do we have so much lube? How old is some of this? I wonder if there's an expiration date?" She brought the squeeze bottle of watermelon flavored lube close to her face to search the back of the package for any indication. "Two years? We've had this for so long it expired two years ago. We either need to not purchase the watermelon flavored type again, or I don't go down on you enough," she scoffed.

Harry opened his mouth to respond to that but thought better of it. He wasn't going to turn down an offer for it, ever.

She had a bag next to the bed that she started tossing some of their toys and lube into and he just sat there watching her do it, not quite sure what had brought this on, yet entirely curious what of their collection she considered herself unable to part with.

Each item that she decided to toss he could recall their first time using it. Every one of the items had had him curious and excited, it opened whole new avenues of pleasure that may not have even occurred to him before reading the instructions that came with it.

This activity of hers also had him wondering if they'd been slouching in the bedroom department.

With three kids under the age of seven and full-time jobs, it meant that they were both normally exhausted by the time the sun went down.

They still shagged of course, it just hadn't been kinky for a while. The most was when she'd pull out a vibrator while she went down on him really.

The sex was still fantastic! He would never complain about it, his wife and he had discovered all kinds of ways to get each other off, worked their way through every position they could think of, and he was regularly getting her two times in a row in their sessions. He was happy with their sex life, happy with his wife.

Seventeen-year-old him, his virgin self, wouldn't have been able to imagine the instruments before him becoming so commonplace that he barely batted an eyelash when he saw them. When they first started out though, they hadn't needed all this, the most they used to use was his tie.

Remembering that tie now he smiled to himself.

All that he used to need to get her in the mood was to put that tie on. In fact, there had been a few instances where they hadn't made it out the door to a function because he'd been wearing that tie.

Those times had been great; they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other. Everything was still new, every stolen moment cherished. He'd worshipped over her body any chance he got.

He should really do that more.

Looking back down at the items on their duvet he saw a small cat-of-nine-tails. Then he looked back at Ginny. She was still examining each piece and tossing the older items into the garbage bag, and giving these small smiles at some of the items and returning them to the basket they came from.

He took the cat-of-nine-tails and started idling playing with it as she sorted, now paying close attention to the expression on her face when she added something back to the basket, figuring out which ones she favored the most.

There were a few that were a surprise for him. He certainly didn't remember her using the tiny vibrator that looked like a tube of lipstick before. That meant it must have been something that she did while she was alone. And that idea had him stirring in his trousers.

She was nearly done her little chore now and he stood up, the little whip still in his hand, and he went to the closet. He picked out a dress shirt and slacks along with a belt and leaned back to see if Ginny was paying any attention to what he was doing, which she wasn't.

Quick as he could, he changed his clothes and picked that signature cravat from his drawer and tied it around his neck.

There were still a few items left on the bed when he came back into the room, and his lovely wife was still oblivious to what he'd been doing.

"I remember this one being too much," she said, holding up a purple butt plug and making a face at it. "It's been sitting there for long enough not being used that I'm okay with toss-… what are you wearing?" she asked, her tone completely shifting as she turned to look at him, her eyes going wide with surprise.

"Remember that night, when we were about nineteen?" he asked, taking the butt plug from her and tossing it in the bag before moving the basket from the bed to the dresser. "There had been some Ministry function or other and I'd been wearing this tie?" He ran his fingers down the side of her face, brushing her hair back behind her ear and trailing his hand down to the end of her long locks. "We went back to Grimmauld after because you'd started whispering all sorts of dirty things in my ear. I think you'd known that there was no way you would want to go back to the Burrow that night. You wanted to make sure of it." He recalled how carefully he'd had to move about at that function, surrounded by other people, yet there he was, tenting in his trousers because his girlfriend was saying all kinds of filthy things about what he should do to her after.

"That's the same tie, isn't it?" she grinned.

"The very same," he nodded. He pulled on the knot so it would loosen enough to pull it over his head and brought her hand forward.

"Harry," she said warningly, he could hear her curiosity about where this was going. The look in her eye now showed far more excitement than he'd seen over any of the toys she'd put in that basket.

"That's Mister Potter to you," he told her sternly.

Her voice hitched at that command. "Yes, Mister Potter," she said eagerly and gave him her other hand.

He placed both her hands through the loop and pulled it tight, threading the neck of the tie this way and that to secure the hold before making a knot that would keep them together. Then he yanked hard to get her to stand beside the bed.

He stood behind her, his hands trailing up her sides under her shirt. "Can you tell me what this mess of a chore you've started is telling me?" he asked and grabbed at her chest over her bra.

"It's been a while since we've been naughty?" she guessed.

He lowered one of his hands and gave a hard smack to her bum. She gasped.

"Try again."

"That we need to use that basket more often?"

This time he tugged her trousers down sharply and smacked the other bum cheek.

"Try again."

She was chewing her lip and working herself free of her trousers.

"That I want to be punished?"

He stepped forward so she could feel the bulge in his trousers against her and whispered in her ear. "Was that a question, or an answer?"

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, tilting it to the side in a way that invited him to start kissing her there. "I want to be punished," she purred and started wiggling her hips back against him.

"Thought you might," he growled and nipped gently at her ear. "But I'm going to use my own kind of special torture on you. A questions and answers type of torture. If you guess correctly, you get a treat."

She was grinning like mad now. Grinning was not a precursor to torture though. He pulled her knickers down and spanked her twice. Her eyes went wide and she lurched forwards a bit, his arm came around her middle so she wouldn't trip.

She wasn't smiling anymore.

It had been a while since they played this game but she still new the rules; no moving, no smiling. It was his job to work her over and have her writhing in want. Smiling was something left for after they were both thoroughly satisfied. She shouldn't have been allowed to make any noise either, but for this he would need her to use her words.

Harry pulled Ginny's top up so it was stuck covering her face and arms, it wouldn't be coming off anymore than that though. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, giving one yank with his hand to pull the bedspread and all the remaining toys to the floor, then he tossed her down on it. She still had her bra on and her shirt covering her face, but he could work with that.

"There are quite a lot of toys left laying around," he told her and went to light the candles on their headboard. "I think there is another way we can decide whether we are keeping them or throwing them away."

He watched with satisfaction as her chest heaved, her cotton shirt forming a small dip in the fabric where she'd sucked in a deep breath because she knew what he was talking about.

Harry flipped off the lights and gathered up all the remaining toys from the floor and putting them back in the basket before moving that back to the side of their bed. He rooted through them for a moment and came out with a few tubes of lube and lay them out side by side. Each one had a different purpose and he wanted to see if she could tell the difference. He took out his wand and cast a cleaning charm over every one of them, then over his and her private bits, just for good measure.

Ginny squirmed at that sensation.

"No moving," he barked at her. He was thoroughly enjoying this already and he hadn't even started working her over yet.

Cleaning out this basket had been a fantastic idea for tonight.

Quickly, he shucked off his clothes so he was naked and took the first bottle of lube, it was caramel flavored and came with a squirt top, he placed some on his tongue and moved her legs apart. He could see her lips moving under the shirt, knowing that she was licking her lips in anticipation and then biting her lower one. He'd allow her that… for now.

Nestled down between her legs he gave a slow lick. She wouldn't be able to tell which lube it was he'd put on his tongue, but he had to make sure she would be ready to move forward and take what he was going to be giving her, that involved needing to get her ready.

He spent a little bit of time there, not too much. Just enough to get her flowering before him and feel her shiver.

"You're being a good girl so far. But we haven't started in on the torture yet," he told her and started moving up her body. "Here comes the first question." He lifted her shirt up to free her mouth, then gave her a deep kiss that she responded to immediately. "What was that?"

She'd undoubtedly been able to taste the flavor and was currently licking her lips to savor more of it. "Caramel," she answered.

"Good girl." He trailed his hand up her thigh, then dipped his fingers between her legs to her entrance and felt how wet she was there. "But you forgot to call me Sir." Then he quickly thrust two fingers inside her and she gasped out in surprise at the intrusion. He pumped his fingers a few times. "It doesn't feel like this is torture for you at all, is it? Hmm, maybe I'll have to move on from it."

Picking up the Kegel balls that she'd asked him about earlier, he grabbed the regular lube and slathered a bit of that on them before bringing them to her sex. "Next question," he rubbed one of them over her clit, "what do you suppose these are?" Then he brought it down to her entrance and slipped the first one inside her. Her abdomen clenched and her breathing became erratic, then he slipped the next one in as well.

"K-Kegal balls," she stuttered. "Sir!" she added hastily.

"Correct. And for that, you get a reward." He picked up a different flavor of lube, this one had a unique flavor as well, one he liked, so he was surprised it was so full. He put two squirts of that on his tongue and went back to working over her clit.

He could see her biting her lip and smiling now. He gave a slight smack to her right breast and the smile immediately fell off her face. He smirked and continued on his task until he could tell she was resisting moving against him.

Harry moved up her body once more and gave her another kiss.

"What flavor this time?"

"Hmm, cinnamon bun," she purred.

"Ah, ah, ah, you forgot to call me Sir again!"

She gave a squirm beneath him and he reached into the basket, pulling out a smaller, slender item and putting the normal lube on that as well before pulling one of her legs up and over his shoulder.

He waited a moment, barely touching her rosebud entrance with the toy then, waiting for her to stop him. She didn't though, so as gently as he could he slid the toy inside her and watched as her mouth grew wider and rounder with the more of it she took until it was fully seated inside her.

"Now, which toy was that one?" he demanded.

"Black one, the butt plug, forms a wonky 'T', Sir," she panted.

"Good girl. And you were able to tell me exactly what these were, so they will be going in the keep pile," he said, playing with the silicone string on the Kegel balls before pulling them out of her one by one. She gave a groan at the feeling. "Quiet," he snarled.

This game was getting him incredibly hard and they'd barely started into the basket.

One by one he pulled out the vibrators, there were only four, but each of them was a different size or had a different attachment to it, and all but one of them was she able to name, making sure to add the 'sir' with each answer. He tossed the one she couldn't name into the bag, the used toys that she could name he put off to the other side of the bed for keeping.

This next one he was going to use on her he knew was going to wind up putting her to the brink, it always made her cum but she wasn't always as worked up as she was now and willing to give it a go. And they had a very special kind of lube for using this one.

He placed his hand at her bum and gently pulled the little black plug out of her, placing it with the rest in the keep pile, then picked up the cat-of-nine-tails and gave her a few smacks with that while he lowered the long piece of red hard plastic to her rear entrance. She was panting like a bitch in heat now.

"What kind of lube is this," he asked her darkly and started applying pressure there before easing off and applying more pressure, then repeating.

"A-a-anal, sir," she gasped. Then she grit her teeth. He would have thought it was getting to be too much for her, but then she tried to shift down the bed to take more of it inside her.

Harry couldn't help groaning at the sight of this one disappearing inside her until it was just the base showing. He lay himself over her and grasped his erection, sliding that into her tight, wet cunt and giving another groan and he thrust into her again and again. "Fuck, this feels good," he ground out. She was always so much tighter when they used that toy on her. "What is it, Ginny?" he growled as he continued thrusting and grinding his hips.

"The-the-the, the piece from the strap on, SIR!" she cried out as she came. "Oh, fuck!" Her back arched off the bed for that one.

He would have loved to carry on giving it to her, but they still had a few more items in the basket to go through, and he wanted to do that as well.

"Good girl," he purred and gave her a moment to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm before pulling out of her and grabbing his wand to give himself another cleaning off.

Her breathing had returned to normal by the time he grasped onto the base of strap on attachment still inside her and he pulled it out, watching her whole body tense as he did so and the gasp of her breath once it was out.

He put that too with the others in the keep pile and took another string of beads out of the basket and applied the same lube to those that he'd used on the last toy.

"Here we go again," was the only warning he gave her before popping each of the three beads into her arse one after the other after the other.

She arched her back off the bed again. "Fuck, Harry!"

Quickly, he took up the cat-of-nine-tails again and gave her a few smacks. "That is not what you are supposed to call me!"

"Sorry, sir!" she said, sounding like she was still entirely alright with what he'd just done to her. "Are you going to punish me again?"

He couldn't help grinning at her for that, because the next toy was for him to wear. "I will, and your answer for what toy I just shoved inside you will tell me what kind of punishment you'll be getting."

She licked her lips, "anal beads. The metal ones… sir."

He took the blue cock ring out of the basket and struggled a bit to pull it on over his erection. He normally had it on before he was this hard. Then he took the chocolate flavored lube and slathered it over himself before coming up to straddle her chest. "Open wide," he commanded.

Ginny did as ordered and he slid himself into her mouth, clutching at the headboard behind her for support and rocking back and forth, his eyes rolling back at the feel of her tongue rubbing against the underside of him, of her head bobbing with his thrusts and encouraging him to go as far as she could take him.

He loved the feel of her mouth on him! It was so hot and wet and the sensations between the ridges at the top of her mouth and that talented tongue of hers, it was phenomenal. He enjoyed the blow job for several minutes before pulling back and restraining himself.

"What was the lube?" he asked her, desperate for her to answer quickly.

"Chocolate, sir," she told him.

"And what was the toy?"

For that, she didn't have an answer. "A, a cock ring, sir? The one with the prostate bit?"

"Wrong." He pulled back from her and pulled off the cock ring, giving a silent gasp and the freedom he felt by removing it, and put it in the bag. Then he went over to the basket and picked out the toy that she had guessed he was wearing and tossed that over to the keep pile without using it.

There was one more cock ring in there, and this one came with a bit of a vibrating attachment as well, but it was built for her and wasn't as tight a fit for him. He switched on the vibrating bit and pulled that ring around his cock as well, making sure it was properly situated before essentially diving back between her legs.

Ginny didn't sound like she'd been able to hold back the cry of pleasure at having his cock inside her again. This time though it was coupled with the clit massager and the anal beads that were still inside her arsehole too.

He gave a moan as he thrust away at her, looking for his own finish and hoping that she'd get her second one as well. It felt so good and tight. He pawed at her breast and kissed her hard on the lips as he took her. Then he felt her clenching around him again and her body doing that twitch thing it did when she was really worked up and begging for her finish.

Her cry was muffled by his lips but still music to his ears.

At this point, he didn't care what was left in the basket, he was desperate for his own finish and really wanted that to take place in her arse.

"I'm taking out the beads," he told her sharply before pulling back, yanking off the cock ring and then careful as he could manage, took out the anal beads. "And I'm replacing them," he warned her. And she had until he'd finished getting more anal lube on his hard on to make any objections to that.

There were none given though and he placed himself carefully at her back entrance and slid into her with little resistance. His eyes did roll all the way back in his head at this one. Her mouth and her pussy were one thing, but her arse was a whole other experience. "I want rough," he warned her.

"Yes, sir," she panted.

He would have grinned at that if he weren't so horny right then. Instead, he grasped her hips and pulled her legs up over his shoulders, essentially folding her in half and went to town burying himself balls deep inside her over and over again. There was an overwhelming amount of heat in the room now as he fucked her, only his own satisfaction in mind.

Ginny wasn't staying quiet now either, she never could when he took her like this, and it sounded so good to hear her moaning and crying the word 'yes' over and over again.

Then it was like a damn had been burst, flood gates let open. He could feel a pull at the top of his spine and at the tip of his toes that shot towards each other and met at his bollocks, sending forth burst after burst of cum from the tip of his cock along with an almighty groan from his mouth.

He swore he nearly blacked out for a moment there.

"Holy fuck!" Ginny kept panting.

He would have returned the sentiment if he'd been able to move enough to get his words to form.

It had to have been a full minute later that she started squirming against him. "Harry, Harry I need water. And oxygen."

He gave a mumbled groan and managed to extract himself and fall to the bed beside her. His eyes were closed and he could feel her moving around and freeing herself from the tie and her shirt.

The next thing he knew there was something ice cold being run over his lips and he jolted awake. Ginny was sitting up against the headboard and all the toys had been cleared off and the basket moved, she'd pulled the blanket over him as well. Now she was running an ice cube over his lips.

"How long was I asleep for?"

"Ten minutes maybe?" she guessed. "You need to hydrate after that though," she smirked.

He instantly felt quite smug. "So, which did you prefer? Your method, or mine?"

"Yours, definitely yours," she told him strongly. "And I can't believe I hadn't thought of it."

He managed to sit up and take the glass of water from her. "That's why I'm here, to make your life interesting." She was right, as the cool water ran down his throat he realized that he had been incredibly parched.

"And I'm here to be your plaything?" she asked teasingly and batted her eyelashes at him.

"No, you're also here to make my life interesting. Because I certainly hadn't had that planned for tonight, but coming in here and seeing you surrounded by playthings was definitely interesting," he grinned and pulled her down to lay beside him and cuddle in. "And now it's sleep time."

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