The Alternative to Matrimony

Ron arrived at Pansy’s house a few minutes after six that evening. He was greeted by Leeky.



“Miss is almost finished bathing.” The elf informed him.



“Don’t bother her, let her finish.” The elf retreated and Ron thought about assisting her with her bath when a parchment caught his eye. It had the Malfoy Seal on it. Draco had written to her.



He wondered briefly what Draco had said, and thought of reading it, but decided not to. He would not invade Pansy’s privacy. Draco had been a lifelong friend after all, and after finding out what happened what he was away, he most likely wanted to see how she coping.



“Ron?” He turned and saw his lady emerge from the hall. She was wearing a black dressing gown that came down to her ankles. Her eye immediately shifted to the letter on the table. “Would you like to read it?” She asked slipping an arm around his waist.



“No. I don’t need to.” He found himself hoping that he had nothing to worry about. Pansy couldn’t help but giggle at his face.



“He just let me know that you had filled him in on what happened. He also said that if I needed anything and couldn’t get a hold of you to let him know.”



Ron felt his temperature rise. “Really?” Pansy let out a laugh.



“He said he would be able to ask about your whereabouts for me without raising any questions.” Ron let out a sigh and looked down.



“I’m sorry……” He started.



“A bit jealous?” She asked, feeling good about it. It meant she was a bit more then a fuck toy. Even if she was a possession, she was a treasured possession, and that would have been much more then Sunderson would have considered her.



“A little. I don’t want anyone to take you away.” He admitted. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.



“Don’t worry. I’m very happy right where I am.” She stood on her toes and kissed him. He returned it, now reassured of her loyalty, and feeling foolish for doubting it.



“Master?” They parted lips, but stayed embraced. “Dinner is ready.” The creature scurried to the kitchen as Ron and Pansy sat down.



“I asked Leeky what your favorite dinner was.” Ron inhaled and recognized the divine smell.



“Steak pie.” Pansy smiled. Leeky served dinner and Ron eagerly tucked in. He must have skipped lunch, because he was on his second plate when she spoke.



“Ron?” He looked up and nodded for her to continue. “Draco mentioned Nereus had been asking questions. Has he been causing problems?”



“He has been asking question, but it hasn’t caused any problems.” She was growing concerned.



“My father said nobody has the resources or fortune to go against him.” She stated.



“Your father is walking on a very thin thread right now, he can’t afford to alienate anyone, even those with less money then him. Besides neither Draco nor myself will do business with the Sundersons and we’re both fine.” His easy manner was making her feel very relaxed. He didn’t seem to think it was anything to worry about.



“Why don’t you do business with him?” Ron smiled at her curiosity.



“Well, for two reasons mainly. He has no compassion for people who work for him. He treats them as servants, not employees. I don’t think he has compassion for anyone outside his social circle.”



“And the other reason?”



“Draco and I deplore the way he and his family treat women. They make misogynistic comments constantly and even refuse to acknowledge successful women. Nereus himself thinks women in places of power got there by fucking the right people.” Pansy scowled.



“I can believe that. I saw the marriage contract that was formatted for me. His opinion of women is very low.”



“Yes. He’s a shit excuse for a human and Draco and I agree that we won’t deal with him.” Pansy fell silent for a moment. “What is it?” He asked as she stared at him.



“Do you have any idea how much I appreciate you?” She asked with a smile. Ron felt his soul ignite within him.



“Do you know how much I want to be appreciated.” Pansy leaned forward and placed a small kiss on his cheek. Ron closed his eyes at the delightful feel of an affectionate gesture. “Now dessert.” She arched an eyebrow and grinned. Ron leaned back.



“What’s for dessert?”



“Strawberries. Leeky?” The elf appeared with a bowl of sliced strawberries. “Now wait here until I call you.” She took the bowl and left for the bedroom.



“Master?” Leeky asked at his side.



“Yes Leeky?”



“Masters wife has been asking the house elves if they is knowing where Master goes tonight?”



“Oh she has, has she?” Ron loved the benefits of house elves being able to communicate through an ancient magic.



“Yes. She is also asking if the elves is knowing how to get into Masters office.” Ron laughed at the audacity. The house elves were bonded to him and not his wife. They keep his secrets, not hers. He would think of a way to reward them.



“Thank you for telling me Leeky.” The elf nodded then looked off to the side.



“Dessert is ready Master.” Leeky left to clean the dishes.



When Ron entered the bedroom he began to salivate. Pansy was laying on a brand new bed, naked. She was flat on her stomach, with sliced strawberries in a neat line up each leg, along each ass cheek and up her spine. She smiled but remained silent.



Ron stripped down and climbed on to the bed. Dropping his head he plucked a strawberry slice off her ankle. Juice remained on her skin. He ate his way up her leg but stopped at her ass, leaving the strawberries along that curvy body part. He ate his way up her other leg and again stopped at her ass.



With her legs bare, he leaned down and sucked up the juice from her skin. He cleaned up the other leg and got a little overzealous at one point, leaving a hickie on the back of her thigh. He could smell her arousal already.



He gently opened her legs and leaned between them. Her knees were trapped under his arms. He slowly began eating the strawberries off her ass, licking the juice off with each one. He was sporting a massive erection as he ate from his delectable platter. Her scent was stronger now. He reached with one hand and bent her leg bringing her knee up to her ribs. While he sucked another strawberry off and sucked the juice, he slid his finger along her lips.



“Mmmmm,” he said chewing, “wet already? As anxious as I am are you.” She groaned as he slid a finger into her. He ate off another strawberry as he listened to her juices around his moving finger.



She groaned as he added another finger and pumped in and out, removing yet another strawberry. He licked off the juice and rose up on his knees. Crawling over her, he kept up his movements as he removed the strawberries from her spine then licked the juice off.



When he got to the top of her spine he leaned forward and sucked her earlobe. “I have a newfound liking for strawberries.” He whispered. She lifted her head and brushed her cheek next to his.



He covered her back with his chest and leaning over her, he grabbed his cock and guided it into her pussy. Pansy groaned and brushed her head against Ron’s shoulder.



His cheek brushed against her. With her body flat against the mattress, she could only move her head. Ron braced his weight on his elbows, resting them against her arms and holding her hand in his.



He kissed her cheek, her neck, and shoulder then whispered, “It feels different like this, doesn’t it?” He was moving slowly, drawing out and sliding back inside.



“Yes.” She whispered, turning her head toward his, running her temple along his cheek, jaw, and up to his eye.



“So you like it?” He kept his cheek against her, she could feel his jaw moving as he spoke.



“Yes, I love the way you feel.” She said. She would have been embarrassed, but the way Ron was moving was too much of a turn on. His whole body was against hers, the skin on skin was divine.



“You do?” He whispered, keeping his thrusting slow and drawn out. Pansy knew what he needed, when he asked her this. His wife gave him nothing, but Pansy would give him everything. She had no idea why but she felt the need to pour everything out to Ron. He needed to hear it and she needed to tell him.



“Yes I do, I love how you feel inside me,” Ron groaned and buried his face in her neck, “how you move and bury yourself deep,” his lips moved from her neck to her shoulder, “how only you can make my body feel this,” he wrapped his arms around her arms and held her close to him, “I love how you take me Ron.”



He groaned loudly and lifted her cheek next to her. Their breathing mixed together as their bodies moved. Pansy had never imagined her body could feel this way.



Ron held her tightly. She could feel his heart pounding into her back. She felt the familiar sensations that only Ron could bring about. She cried out in her throat, bucking wildly as Ron’s hold held her tighter. She heard him grunt in her ear as she had clamped down on his cock with her pussy. She cried out and squeezed Ron’s forearms against her chest.



Ron held her tight until her orgasm ebbed. “I love it when you scream like that.” He whispered, then rose up. His body wanted it’s finish. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up on all fours.



Sliding back inside her, he started fucking her hard from behind. Pansy held on to the bed sheet as he worked toward his release.



Ron looked down at her, watching her body receive him, her hair flying about with his movements, but something was wrong.



Her face. He couldn’t see her face. She was turned away from him. No. Not like that. He pulled out and flipped her on her back. As if reading his mind she opened her arms to him he the minute she saw him. He dropped on top of her and slid back inside.



Pansy wrapped her legs around him and ran her hands along his back hugging him close. Ron held her head on both hands an inch from his. His blue eyes focused on her face as his humped her body. He didn’t have to hold her, she loved watching him reach his bliss.



“Fill me up Ron, let me have it all.” She whispered. He lost control. He loved it when she asked him cum inside her. His teeth clenched and his brow furled tightly as a growl erupted from his throat. Pansy nearly came again as Ron thrust as deep as he could, emptying himself inside her.



Her eyes never left his face. Soon his forehead rested on hers and he panted. She held him close, planting small kisses on his lips.



As he pulled out of her, he rested his weight on her. His head was cradled between her breasts, his body settled between her thighs. Ron fell asleep as Pansy stroked his hair.