The prompt was 'Bondage Smut' for this one-shot. Take that as a warning for all those that might have a problem with that.
Fair warning.
The smooth fabric was wrapped tightly around her wrists, but not so much that it cut off circulation.
Unless she pulled and squirmed like she was currently doing. It couldn't be helped though. His hair was tickling the inside of her thighs and his tongue. Oh Merlin! His tongue was doing the most amazing job of getting her to want to buck her hips uncontrollably.
"Stop that now, or I'll have to get another tie to lock your hips in place." He threatened with the most seductive lilt to his voice.
Ginny bit her bottom lip to stop her whimpering from escaping.
This wasn't a new activity for them. And she wasn't the only one that spent time with his cravat securing one of them to their headboard with another one over their eyes. It made everything so much more intense when they couldn't see what the other was about to do next. The sense of touch was so elevated, and the anticipation just made it... delicious.
Getting to this point in their sex life had been quite gradual.
She could still remember being a child and being desperate to simply be his friend. Then when she was a little older, desperate to have him like her enough to kiss her. She'd fantasized about him pulling her against him and giving her one of those fairy tale kisses that are followed with a Happily Ever After, no further explanation of what that Ever After entailed (Surely the Hans Christian Anderson didn't have bondage in mind). And her naive mind at the time was craving only kisses and hand holding.
It was just after her fourteenth birthday that she'd touched herself for the first time and though about him while doing it. It had been so hard to look at her brothers' friend after that started. Then she got used to it. Her little self-serving sessions continued with Harry as the focus point of her imaginary trysts even while she was dating other boys. That continued to be the way of it once he finally showed her that he returned that affection she had for him. Their first kiss in the Gryffindor Common room was what her thirteen-year-old self-wanted, but her then fifteen-year-old self was hoping he'd stop hiding his erections while they were snogging, yet too shy to say anything about it.
Her libido had been muffled, but not gone, while he was on the run. Then her private moments were full of wistful scenarios where he would show up in her dorm room under his invisibility cloak and beg her to run away with him. Right after they made love for the first time, of course.
Once the war was over and they could be together again for real it had taken a while for that milestone to occur. It turned out that each of them wanted desperately to be with the other, but they were both too damned polite and cautious. Then it wasn't until after she'd finished Hogwarts and they started regularly having sex that each finally opened up about how much they'd really thought about each other during those beginning stages when they were pleasuring themselves in private.
After that the flood gates holding back their true sexual appetites were released.
Not that they immediately dove into a world of S&M with a new kink of the week, but new positions and locations to try that had once been longed for by each of them silently were now spoken and they had both been very receptive to it.
Their honeymoon was when she introduced something else to their bedroom activities. This one was going to remain in the bedroom.
Toys.
Her sister-in-laws had dragged her into a sex shop for her wedding night boudoir and that was where she'd seen them for the first time. She'd known about vibrators and dildo's, but there were so many other things that she saw intrigued her.
Ginny went back to that store alone. Thankfully it was in the Muggle world so she wouldn't be recognized; The caption on a Daily Prophet photo of her in there would have been terribly embarrassing. There were just so many different plastic things of all shapes and sizes that were designed to do all kinds of things to a man and woman. Quite a few of them caused a stirring sensation inside her, but she stepped into this new idea cautiously and only purchased one small thing that she hoped Harry wouldn't be incredulous about.
He definitely wasn't, and that small thing would only be an incredulous idea to them now because of how small it was.
While their toy drawer in their bedroom now held several options of pleasure devices, Harry's ties also did their job of both making him look dignified outside their bedroom and restraining one of the two of them after he removed it from around his neck after whatever event they'd had to go to. It was the only reason he no longer minded going to the stuffy Ministry Events. He recognized the look in his wife's eye every time she saw him in one and reflected that right back at her.
They had been at a grand opening function for a wing at St. Mungo's tonight and Harry had been asked to cut the ceremonial ribbon. Every time she looked at him and her eyes trailed down to his tie then back to his eyes she was rewarded with a slight darkening of his iris'. As soon as was respectable they begged out of the event and Apparated back to their home, their mouths attacked each other and hands wandered as they sloppily made their way to the bedroom with shoes and jewelry being discarded on the stairs and in the hall so they could get naked faster.
She'd managed to get her dress unzipped and down over her arms before he grabbed her by the wrists and quickly tied her hands together in front of her and summoned another tie from his closet to wrap around her eyes. She was unceremoniously picked up and tossed on their bed, bouncing once before his legs straddled her chest whilst he secured her to the head board. Her dress was yanked the rest of the way off as were her knickers before he slowed down and started torturing her.
She tried to steady her breathing as he trailed a single finger down the inside of her arms, passed it over her lips then down her neck each movement was so slow, so deliberate. The building anticipation making every new place he touched send a jolt to her nethers.
As his finger traced down between her breast, she arched her back into it and felt his free hand slip beneath her to release the clasp of her strapless bra. The pressure of the bra was replaced by his mouth and hand. He nipped, sucked and nuzzled to his heart's content while she writhed with want, getting ridiculously wet. His warm torso was pressed between her legs with his erection pressing against her upper thigh and she tried not to rock herself against him. Tried very hard to be a good girl.
This was the game, you see.
She was tied up and had to try and remain as still as possible while he did whatever he wanted to her until he was buried balls deep inside her. It was his job to make her cave and beg for it. He could do anything; bite, massage, finger her, slap her ass, anything. It was the same when she had him tied up.
His trick was his tongue. Using it on her clit until she was about to lose it and then stopping until she calmed down, then using it again. It was pure torture.
Though, he would probably say the same thing of her method of straddling his face, just far enough away from him that he couldn't touch her center with-out moving his head while she went down on him. She too stopped just before he finished. Use of her nails on him was another thing that seemed to get him worked up. If she scratched slowly down his back or at the inside of his thighs, she could draw out this luxurious groan from him.
She couldn't help rocking against his tongue right now though. He was just too damn talented with it. She'd be getting a punishment if she didn't open her mouth and beg for it now, and she absolutely didn't want that to happen. Punishments resulted in unfulfillment of the bound. If she didn't beg for it but moved too much, then he'd be allowed to get his orgasm however he wanted, and she wouldn't.
It was a farce of course. Once she was unbound, she would demand he finish her off, but it wouldn't be the same.
"Ginny." He warned. "Last time." He said dangerously and brought a hand under her bum to knead her there before dipping one finger inside her and swirling it around, then trailing that finger back out and pressing it gently against her rear entrance.
She whimpered, pulling at the restraints, and tried to keep herself from pulling her legs up to assist with his movement.
His mouth hadn't lowered back to her clit, instead he blew a cold breath over it that forced a shiver to run through her body. Before the shiver had subsided, he'd dipped his coated finger inside her ass and her whole body, save for her sphincter, had tensed up to stop from accidentally making any other movement. As he began pumping his finger in and out of her he pressed his tongue back to circle over her clit and she unconsciously tugged at her tied hands again.
It had happened once before that he'd done this, and her orgasm had shot through her like a Catherine Wheel that just kept on spinning through her body. He'd replaced his finger with his straining erection, and she had dived right into another mind shattering orgasm right before he'd gotten his.
This time he may be hoping for that happen again, but she didn't know if she could control her movements much longer.
His tongue and finger were working in tandem. Every time he'd slightly withdraw his finger his tongue would swirl over the crest of her clit. He may as well have been double penetrating her with the sensations rocking through her body. Her thighs were clenching and her Kegel muscles were demanding they have their regular intruder pay a visit NOW.
When he paused his movements to push her finish away all thoughts of fighting were over. Her head turned side to side and her feet came up to his hips, trying to get him to raise up her body, and to lower his pants at the same time. "Please!" She cried out in defeat. "Fuck me! Please Harry."
It didn't matter that she was blindfolded, she knew a victorious and predatory glint would be in his eye. He removed his finger and gripped her under her knees to lift them up over his shoulders. With only a moment of anticipation while he removed his pants, she felt him press his erection against her dripping wetness and sharply take occupation inside her.
Now she was allowed to move and grind herself against him, allowed to groan loudly at his thrusts.
He was up on his knees, holding her up and gripping her hips so tightly they'd bruise as he repeatedly drove into her at his own pace, matching her groans. Then he leaned down over her, essentially folding her in half and grinding himself deep inside her the way he knew would set her off.
And it did.
Her orgasm shot through her with a loud cry. He didn't let her ride it out either, as sharply as he'd dived into her, he withdrew. Victor's choice, he could get his end however he wanted now, and his previous action had already told her what that would involve. He withdrew from her satisfied pussy and brought it just over an inch lower and eased it inside her slowly as she arched her back at the intrusion, Harry waited for his size to be accommodated with a satisfied groan as he passed through her built-in cock ring and was given free range of movement.
"Fuck you feel so good." He groaned, his exclamation nearly drowned out as her pants and groans grew louder.
It had surprised the both of them how much this act brought them pleasure, particularly because it had sounded like such a disgusting thing to try. Now it was a joy she let them experience about once a month.
Her legs fell from his shoulders and wrapped around his middle as he pounded into her, relieving her over stretched hips and allowing her body to focus more on the mounting pleasure that was again building deep in her pelvis.
"I'm, I'm." She started as it was obvious she was about to have another orgasm.
"Yeah you are." He said before he crushed his lips to hers and muffled her cry as her next orgasm took hold of her. "So. Tight" He growled through gritted teeth right before he too let out a strangled cry. His thrusts slowed to a stop and his weight settled on top of her while they both came down from their high.
She was still completely trapped by him and tied up with the blindfold, and yet entirely relaxed.
Harry nuzzled into her neck before he began giving little kisses to every part of her chest he could reach with-out raising himself up, then up to her lips for a thorough and lazy snog. His hand moved up her arm and he tugged at the tie to release the knot. She wriggled her hands out and wrapped her arms around his neck and into his hair to continue their lazy kiss until he pulled back and removed the other tie from around her eyes.
The fresh light had her vision distorted for a moment before she could focus on his eyes. He looked as content as she felt. They both usually were after a good go around.
He nuzzled back into her neck as he withdrew and she reached over to the night stand to grab her wand and clean up the mess neither wanted to look at and tossed it back onto the stand before Harry rolled over onto his back and pulled her against his side, killing the lights with his own wand, and they both fell instantly to sleep.