Enslaved

Harry In Control


Pansy moaned softly, “I never thought we would be like this, Harry.” She admitted.

“Me neither.” Harry responded, kissing her neck softly as his fingers moved in and out of her slowly.

They lay together on Harry’s bed, both exhausted from a particularly vigorous sex session. He held Pansy against his chest, his one hand massaging her breast while his other had set out to explore her body and had wandered of its own accord to where he longed to be.

“Last night was good.” Pansy commented, “What had you been thinking about while Granger was babbling on to get you that worked up?”

“You.” He replied, not wishing to think about Hermione and her odd demand. “You know, one day your going to beg me to take you.” He told her, his lips brushing her ear.

“Never going to happen,” Pansy replied in a sing song voice. “Why did you stop?” She looked over her shoulder at him in surprise.

“Up.” He commanded, he sat comfortably on the end of the bed once she had moved and patted his knee. “Over you go.”

Placing her hands on her hips Pansy surveyed him, her eyes twinkling “Why? What did I do?”

“Disrespecting your Master is frowned upon.” Harry told her decisively. “Over you go, don’t be all day about it.”

Shrugging, Pansy settled herself comfortably over his knee crying out in surprise at the first collision of his palm against the bare cheek of her ass. “One.” Harry pronounced.

Since Harry had taken to spanking her for what he decided was misbehaviour Pansy found that she didn’t mind it all that much. Something had shifted between them since the day Ron had been involved and he didn’t try to humiliate her any more. Still, Pansy had the feeling that Harry was cooking something up in his devious little mind, but she wasn’t sure what it was.

Now the feeling of his hand spanking her made a tingle erupt between her legs and she enjoyed any attention he gave her. She tried to stifle a moan and pressed her legs together as her hand gripped his leg.

Harry grinned, “seven.” He announced. The act of spanking Pansy no longer excited him because it humiliated her, he loved the control it gave him over her. Control was a really big turn on, which was the reason he had been worked up after his time with Hermione. She was not one to relinquish control but for those moments she had been at his mercy and that was what Harry liked.

“Ten. Would you like to come, Pansy?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“You know what to do.”

“Please, Harry, I’m begging you to make me come.”

Harry grinned, “Good girl.” His hand moved between her legs, she was soaked already and Harry new it wouldn’t take long on his behalf to make her happy. His fingers entered her from behind and she cried out, gripping his leg tightly as he thrust inside her a few times before she came.

Pansy moaned, “Harry.”

“I know.” He replied, kissing her back softly.

She laughed at the sound of his stomach rumbling. “That’s my queue to go and fix your dinner.”

“Being with you gives me an appetite. Bring whatever you make up here, Pansy.” He said suddenly. “I think I’ll eat my dinner off you today.”

Her eyebrows raised slightly, “You don’t want me to feed you as well do you?”

“No, not today.” He grinned wickedly at her as she dressed and left the room rolling her eyes.

Within minutes after Pansy had left the room a quick knock sounded and Hermione came through the door. “Hello, Harry.”

“Hello, Hermione.” He replied, watching her warily. “What’s up?”

Seating herself on his chair she surveyed him quietly, he looked extremely uncomfortable. “I just wanted to say thank you for last night, Harry. I appreciate you being such a good friend to me.”

“Oh, well, sure.” What was he supposed to say to that? Glad I could help, any time? Not likely.

“I’ve been thinking though.”

“Have you?” Harry asked cautiously.

“Yes. And it’s occurred to me that there are a lot of things I’m missing out on. Pansy seems to be…. Very satisfied, a lot of the time.” She observed.

Harry grinned, “Yeah. Um, I mean really?”

Hermione folded her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes. I hope you won’t be mad Harry, but I performed a little spell when you left me last night and I am aware of some of the things that go on between you and Pansy. I didn’t sit and watch obviously, but I am now aware.”

He sighed heavily, “And you want to give me a lecture don’t you?”

“No. I want to feel the pleasure that she feels.” Hermione replied matter of factly.

Harry started in surprise, “Oh, ok. Well good for you I guess. Glad we could help.”

She looked annoyed, “Your missing my point, Harry. Pansy I don’t need. Your help I do need.”

“Me?”

“Yes. You can make me feel those things, that’s what I want you to do.”

“But Ron…” Harry began weakly, but he knew what her response would be to that excuse and a part of him quite relished the idea of holding total control over someone like Hermione. “So you want to make another request is that it?”

“If your willing of course.” She said.

“I’d be willing, but you need to understand something, Hermione. If you want to feel what Pansy feels you have to act as she does,” He pointed out.

Hermione considered for a few minutes, “I suppose that makes sense.”

“You’re asking me to give you certain satisfaction. You’d have to trust me over what feels good, everything is going to seem horrible or awkward at first, so you have to be prepared for that and willing to trust me to move past it.” He added feeling in control already.

“Deal.” She agreed nodded firmly.

“Fine. We can start now if you like?” He offered casting the relevant spells on his door when she didn’t object. Settling himself back against his pillow he smiled easily at her. “First things first, Hermione. I’m going to need you to strip.”

“What?” She gasped horrified.

Harry sighed patiently. “Your asking me to be extremely intimate with your body, Hermione. We’re going to be a lot closer than me just seeing you standing there naked. I have too see what I have to work with, I need to see your reactions to certain things.”

“I suppose.” She muttered, her cheeks flushing. Standing up and pushing the chair back Hermione took off the grey jumper she wore and with shaking hands unfastened her jeans pushing them over her legs. She was acutely aware of Harry’s eyes on her and her skin suddenly felt to tight for her body. Taking a deep, steadying breath Hermione unclasped her bra, she figured it was silly to be so nervous of him, it was Harry after all, and last night his tongue had been inside her of her own request and she had hardly been complaining about it.

Once she had removed her knickers she stood quietly before him as he studied her with interest. Harry was in all honesty not that interested in seeing Hermione naked, but now she was vulnerable and he held all the power over her.

“Is there something in particular you would like to begin with or do you prefer to leave it up to me?”

“I’ll leave it to you.” Hermione replied.

“So you will give me ultimate control over our time together?” Harry prodded, “turn around for me.”

“Yes.” She agreed as she twisted on the spot for him.

“It’s yes Master.” Harry corrected. “That’s how it works with Pansy. A little game we play.”

Hermione frowned, “I’m hardly a house elf, Harry.”

“You want to do this my way or no way?” Harry demanded.

“Your way.” She sighed heavily.

“Your way, Master.” He corrected.

“Your way, Master.” Hermione repeated.

Straddling his legs Harry motioned between them, “sit here with your back to me, and relax Hermione, nothing is going to work if your all tensed up.” She complied with his demanded settling herself comfortably between his legs. Easing her back by her shoulders Harry rested her against his chest, “Just relax.” He instructed again as his hands curled over her breasts.

Hermione gave a sharp intake of breath, she had never been touched before and nervous excitement was pounding its way through her veins. His hands were firm but gentle as he massaged each breast, his palm rubbing over her nipples causing her to shiver and them to harden beneath his hands. Rolling the one nipple between his thumb and forefinger he pinched her lightly and she gasped in surprise.

“Your quite responsive, Hermione. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Master.” She replied in a low voice. Her breasts felt full and tight, they ached beneath his hands and she moaned in response, her legs unconsciously parting.

Her nipples felt like rock beneath his fingers, rosy in comparison to her pale skin. Her breasts were not as large as Pansy’s were and they felt unfamiliar to Harry. Hermione was not as loud or verbally responsive as Pansy was, she gasped softly and moaned quietly. Slightly irritated at the lack of noise Harry pinched her right nipple.

She cried out in surprise, the pain had been quite pleasurable and her chest arched into his hands wanting more.

Still twirling her one nipple, pinching and rubbing as he went along, Harry ran his other hand down her stomach to press his finger to her clit.

“Harry!” She cried out, straining against him, her head falling back onto his shoulder. “That’s good.”

He grinned, “You enjoyed last night didn’t you?”

“Oh yes,”

Harry clicked his tongue, “You forgot to say, Master. That’s cause for punishment I’m afraid.”

“P…punishment?” Hermione stammered.

“Yes. Get on the floor on all fours, Hermione.” His voice was firm and brooked no argument, and surprisingly Hermione went along with him, arguing never entered her head.

“Oh!” She cried out when his palm connected to her ass.

“Count for me, Hermione. Don’t forget to say Master after each one or we’ll have to start again.”

“One, Master.” She replied, a flash of colour staining her cheeks at what he was doing to her. “Two, Master,” But she wasn’t really in a position to do anything about it. Hermione knew she could demand that he stop treating her in this way but then she would loose the deal they had made, she had agreed to behave as Pansy did. She scolded herself for not enquiring in more detail what that would entail.

“Ten, Master.”

“Good girl. You did say you enjoyed last night?” Harry enquired.

“Yes, Master.” Hermione replied, a smile gracing her lips as she remembered the ultimate feeling of release she had experienced.

“Perhaps this might feel good too, Pansy enjoys it.” He added, stroking her wet lips from behind. He grinned when she shivered. Slowly he inserted his index finger inside her already wet entrance.

Hermione gasped at the intrusion, her eyes closed as delightful tingles and aches began through her body as Harry continued to move his finger in and out of her. She had seen him do this last night with Pansy.

She moaned when he added his middle finger and picked up his pace. Her legs moved apart a little more and she whispered his name, “Keep going.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, Hermione.” Harry warned.

“Sorry, Master. But, it’s so good.” She gasped again, pressing herself backward into his hand.

Harry twisted the position of his hand a little to enable his thumb to press against her ass. Rubbing her back and forth lightly as he stroked her swollen lips he grinned as she moaned in pleasure. She was so wet and hot that Harry knew from experience with Pansy she wouldn’t be too long until she came. Now that his fingers were nice and lubricated he swiftly moved one to her ass and pushed inside her.

Hermione cried out in pain, the pleasure she had been feeling only seconds ago was now an ache between her legs that could not cancel out the pain she felt in her rear. Her face burnt with embarrassment when she recalled he had done this to her the previous night, and she had seen him with his cock in Pansy’s rear.

Harry had told her things could be uncomfortable at first, it was bound to be she told herself. She was completely new to this.

He pulled out of her and pushed back in adding a second finger this time, he heard her grunt in response and he grinned. She was hot and tight and totally at his mercy, just the way he liked it. He was determined that Hermione would still get her release from this, he wanted to show her right from the start that he would be the one to dictate how and when she would receive her orgasm from him. It would not be the other way around.

Groaning he thrust harder into her ass, “this is good.”

Hermione gasped at his words, said with such feeling she shivered. Closing her eyes she concentrated on the rhythm of his fingers, Pansy had certainly seemed to enjoy another part of him inside her last night.

The ache between her legs was still there, and she could feel her inner thighs getting wetter the longer that Harry pumped his fingers into her ass. She could feel him totally, the movement of his fingers against her wall, the push into her tight entrance and she moaned with pleasure.

“Come for me, Hermione.”

“Harry,” She moaned, her fingers gripping the carpet.

“Faster?” He asked.

“Yes please, Harry.” She gasped when he complied, her back arching her juices trickling from her.

“Harry! Yes!”

“Harder, Hermione?”

“Please, Master. Harder.” Hermione responded, barely realising that she had. Her body jerked forward as Harry thrust harder into her, liquid pooled from her, running down her leg as she screamed her release. “Yes! HARRY! OH, HARRY!”

Harry sat back satisfied as Hermione’s knees buckled and she sank to the floor panting, her skin covered in a sticky sweat and her legs wetter than she had ever believed possible. Curiously Harry’s other hand pressed between her legs. “Well, you certainly enjoyed that, Hermione. Your drenched.”

“Harry.” She hissed breathlessly.

Patting her ass he grinned. “I know, Hermione. Don’t worry about returning the favour, Pansy deals with that for me. Not one word to her about this though, or Ron might have to find out as well,” He warned.

“Of course not.” She replied, steadying her breathing.

“My dinner should be ready by now but you being here will spoil my plans.” Harry sighed at the inconvenience. “I’ll just have to put it off until tomorrow, or later.” He mused to himself, unsealing the door he glanced down at her as she began to pull herself together. “In the future I will give you specific times when your to come to see me, I can’t have you barging in at any time.”

“Alright.” Hermione glanced up at him.

“Aren’t you going to say thanks?” He wondered.

“Thank you, Master.” Hermione responded.

“See you later.” Then he was gone, strolling down to the kitchen whistling cheerily.