Enslaved

In The Shower

Early the next morning Pansy padded down the darkened hallway to the bathroom, she felt like a nice hot shower to relax her tensed muscles. It had taken her a while to fall asleep the night before, even after Harry had kissed her again, kissed her forehead and whispered good night before he left she had been too wound up to sleep. Wanting to grab hold of him and ask him to stay, wanting him to be stretched out beside her in bed, to have his warm, hard body pressed up against her and his strong arms encircle her while she slept.

She glared angrily at herself in the mirror as she cleaned her teeth vigorously. What was the matter with her? She had no business wanting those kind of things from Harry Flaming Potter. He had been nothing but a complete bastard to her since she had made the deal with him.

But still, when he was sweet and soft with her, when he was gentle and delicate, when he kissed her and touched her with such passion; Pansy couldn’t stop herself from wondering when he would take her virginity. He would, she was positive about that, and she was both nervous and excited about it.

She loved his cock, always so big and hard, and she wanted to know what it would feel like inside her. Pansy daydreamed sometimes about what it would feel like having Harry thrusting in and out of her the way he had in the kitchen. But she would not ask him for it. He would take her at some point and she would just have to wait until then.

What Harry was waiting for exactly Pansy wasn’t certain. But she hoped he would give in soon. The idea of having him on top of her, the weight of him on her body, him filling her completely and rocking slowly against her was starting to drive her mad.

Turning the temperature of the shower right up until the steam started to billow from the running water Pansy stripped off and brushed her hair out around her shoulders. Smiling dreamily she stepped under the hot water closing the cubicle door behind her.

She hadn’t been in the shower very long when she heard his low voice coming at her over the rush of the water in her ears.

“Morning, Parkinson.”

She shrieked and jumped. Turning she glared through the glass at him. “Merlin Potter, you made me jump. What are you doing lurking about?”

Harry grinned easily, ruffling his hair. “I wasn’t lurking. You didn’t lock the bathroom door. Seeming as I’m here,” he dropped his pyjama bottoms on the floor. “Budge up,” opening the cubicle door he stepped into the tiny steam filled space.

Pansy swallowed and shifted a little to try to make more room for him and put some space between them.

“Sleep well?” He wondered innocently.

“Yes thank you. You?”

“Marvellous. Do something for me will you, Parkinson?”

“What do you want now?” She wondered dryly.

Leaning back against the glass wall Harry grinned at her. “Wash me.”

“What?” She spluttered irritably. “You lazy git!”

“Just do it.” He instructed, shutting his eyes and turning his face into the water.

Sighing heavily Pansy squeezed shower gel into her hands and rubbed them together to create a nice foamy lather. Harry twisted round, “Start with my back.”

He shivered slightly when he felt her hands against his wet skin, she had a firm touch as she moved the bubbles over his shoulders and down to his slim waist. He noticed she lingered over the firm cheeks of his ass and he grinned to himself.

Kneeling and holding his waist with one hand to steady herself Pansy wrinkled her nose as she soaped down his legs, having dark hair, Harry had rather hairy legs and Pansy did not like body hair. She would have liked to have made some sort of sarcastic comment, but she was feeling too hot and bothered to worry about it.

Pansy decided right then that she didn’t want to know if it was the steam and hot water that was bothering her, or being so close to a naked Harry Potter.

Harry turned around for her to do his front. He glanced down at her through the steam and hard assault of the pelts of water. She was so close to him now, and he was already hard and alive from her hands on his body. He was just about to instruct her to pleasure him when his eyes widened in shock at her taking it upon herself to do just that without his say so.

Pansy had tried to ignore his erection but it had proved futile having him bobbing about in front of her. Harry Potter was too much of a temptation and she couldn’t resist him. Clasping him firmly she guided the head of his cock into her mouth, pushing the skin back a little and sucking lightly on him.

Harry groaned, his hands sliding into her wet hair, curling the strands around his fingers, holding her in place.

She took him into her mouth slowly, inch by tormenting inch, making him groan with longing, causing him to tighten his hold on her and gasp her name as he never had done before. Her tongue rubbed against him, massaging the hardened muscle in torturous circles, sucking hard, then releasing the pressure of her mouth and pulling back until only the head of him was left inside her.

Harry cried out, tried to pull her back to him, but her hand curled around his base, regaining control of the situation despite the fact she was on her knees and he was clinging to her so desperately. “Pansy! Oh, Merlin!”

Pansy smirked inwardly, now she was the one in control and she was going to bring Harry Potter to his knees.

“Don’t stop, Pansy. Oh, please.” He begged, his head falling back to hit against the glass wall behind him.

Her hand slid down to cup his balls as her head moved forward and she encased the length of him inside her hot, destructive mouth again.

“Pansy! Yes!” Harry yelled as he came, his cock throbbing wildly into her mouth.

Swallowing triumphantly Pansy glanced up at him through the circulating steam to see pure pleasure written over his face.

“Good girl.” He murmured patting her head. Smirking he tucked his hands under her arms and hauled her to her feet. Placing her arms around his neck Harry said, “Good girls get rewarded, Parkinson.”

“They do?” She questioned, her voice low and shaky.

Harry nodded, leaning her into the wall behind her. “Yes. But I think I’m going to make you beg again.” Lust pounded through him, as hard and heavy as a sledge-hammer when she shivered as her back touched the cool glass.

Harry ran his hands over the peaks of her breasts, her nipples tightening, turning to hard beads beneath his touch and she gasped softly.

“Be warned, Parkinson. I won’t stop until I’ve had enough.”

She swallowed, her eyes darkening to pools of lust as she gazed up at him. “You won’t?”

“No.” He replied, running a finger between her breasts and down to her stomach, brushing over the silky hair between her legs with the barest of touches.

Her eyes closed in anticipation, and she was taken off guard when he suddenly kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth roughly, his lips hard and brutal against hers.

Leaving her mouth, Harry ran his tongue down her neck to her breast, pressing his tongue across her nipple over and over again. Her body arched towards him and he bent her over his arm, supporting her lower back to enable him to gain better access to her.

The water pounded down upon them relentlessly, her body was slick and inviting, her creamy flesh on offer to him and Harry took one of the hard knots into his mouth, sucking deeply and slowly the way he knew she liked it. She moaned with pleasure when he repeated the action on her other breast, she rocked against him, her body quivering, gasping as she clung to him.

Harry was near breaking point, his cock was aching intensely. He pulled away from her for a few seconds to collect himself. Gazing down at her bent back over his arm, her breasts shaking, her chest heaving she looked like raw sex to him, the animal instinct inside him to take her rose to the surface in full force, but he beat it back with difficulty. Now was not the time, Pansy hadn’t told him she wanted him yet.

Suddenly Harry’s hand parted her legs and his fingers slid inside her. Lust for her consumed him and he thrust inside her deeply, making her moan, her fingers biting into his shoulders.

Pansy cried out as his fingers moved deeper inside her, pushing her into a state of pleasure where her body tingled and a yearning unfolded from the pit of her stomach. She needed to feel him inside her, this was not enough for her, but she knew what would be.

Her hand pressing against his arm made Harry stop what he was doing. Her eyes locked with his as she pushed him away from her.

“What?” He asked, his voice raw with longing.

Slowly she turned her back on him, resting her palms flat against the wall. Glancing over her shoulder at him she bit on her bottom lip as she gauged his reaction. Their eyes met again and a silent understanding passed between them.

Moving into her Harry ran his hands over her body to her hips, his lips pressing against her neck in tiny butterfly kisses. Squeezing her firm ass Harry steadied her as he slowly pushed inside her tight rosebud.

Pansy gasped when she felt his head enter her. Her eyes closed and her back arched inviting him deeper. His hands were strong on her hips as he pushed further inside her warm ass, entering her slowly, feeling her pulse around him.

Once fully sheathed inside her Harry groaned in her ear, pulling her close to him. Cupping her breasts in his hands for a few minutes he whispered in her ear, “I love these, Pansy.”

Pansy smiled, placing her hands over his own she squeezed. “I love these.” She responded. “I want them all over me.”

Harry grinned and kissed her neck. Placing one hand flat on her stomach to hold her to him he slowly pulled out of her a little and pushed back in. She shivered in his arms and gasped. His free hand slid over her body, slipping between her legs and sinking inside the swollen warmth of her.

She cried out in delight, her body sinking into him, her one arm curling around his neck as her fingers slid into his hair. “Oh! Harry!”

He could barely breathe, the steam rising above them, the hot water, the searing passion that had suddenly erupted between them had Harry’s mind fogging and his senses reeling. His fingers dug into Pansy’s stomach as he pressed her flush to his chest while he moved in a slow delicious rhythm in and out of her ass. His other hand was cupping her between her legs, the pad of his thumb rubbing against her hard clit as she rocked back and forth with him, both her arms now wound around his neck and her fingers digging into his scalp.

Part of him wished he could watch them together in a mirror. Just knowing the position they were in, how her body was lush and open to him, for him sent a blinding heat through his system. The moans and gasps of pleasure that came from Pansy sent Harry higher, turned him harder and he just wanted her all the more.

“Gods!” He exclaimed, his hand between her thighs squeezed gently, “your so wet for me, Pansy.”

“Harry,” she breathed. “I want you.”

“You have me.” He reminded her, pulling almost out of her ass before giving her a hard, sharp thrust.

Pansy’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Harry! Oh, Harry. I’m aching for you.”

“Come for me, Pansy. I can’t last mush longer.” He begged, his words echoing in her ear as he gave a loud groan.

She moaned again, “Harry, oh, Harry! Merlin…”

“Only my name.” He growled, biting her neck lightly.

“Harry…. Oh, please! Harry…. Har…ry… I can’t stand it any longer. Oh!”

Harry pressed his thumb harder to her clit causing her hips to buck against him. He hissed her name, tightening his hold around her waist.

“I’m… I’m… Harry, I’m coming! Harry! HARRY!” Pansy screamed when her orgasm hit, she heard Harry shout and felt his orgasm inside her.

Harry groaned, sinking back into the wall of the shower, holding her close to him, taking her with him. She was still riding her orgasm, he could still feel her anus pulse around him, drawing out the last strains of his own climax.

His hand was soaked with her juices and he stroked her absently. His other hand cupped her breast in his palm and he could feel the mad thudding of her heart that matched his own. Harry smiled satisfied and kissed her just below her ear.

Pansy still clung weakly to his hair, she was glad he was holding her or she would have collapsed to the floor. Trying to steady her breathing she relaxed against his chest, smiling when she felt his racing heart beat against her back. A small disappointed sound escaped her when she felt him slowly sliding out of her.

Twisting a little in his arms Pansy gazed up at him. He looked satisfied, and his emerald green eyes were a little cloudy. Without thinking about it she pulled his face towards her and kissed him softly.