Enslaved

The Boss

Three days after Pansy’s arrival in his life and her new role as his slave Harry was beginning to wish he had never agreed to it. Hermione was still banging on about how wrong it all was and he was half expecting her to tell him that she had given up with SPEW and was forming the Pansy Parkinson Association instead.

Luckily for him though, as he, Ron, Hermione and Pansy were all now living in Grimmuld Place and it was a big house he could easily avoid Hermione if he felt like it.

He frequently felt like it these days and kept himself to the upper rooms of Sirius’ old room, Reguls old room and the room he now occupied for himself. Pansy was there to fetch and carry anything for him and sometimes he wouldn’t emerge downstairs for a whole day.

Pansy was turning out to be a lot more use than Harry had first thought she would. He found he didn’t mind bossing her around and giving her orders, although he could tell she had not gotten used to it at all and was extremely annoyed with him. Strange as he found it, the more annoyed she seemed to get, the more he loved it. He found having this sort of power over someone, especially someone like Pansy who was always used to being in charge, gave him a sexual thrill and turned him on to a large degree.

He was sitting up in his room at this moment in time, once again avoiding Hermione and her lectures and leaving Ron to get a ear bashing. Hermione had seemed to have taken it as a personal affront that Ron had preformed the Unbreakable for Harry and she vented her feelings about it quite vocally and quite often.

The door to the room opened and Pansy entered. Harry glanced up at her, she wore the long black dress that he had instructed her to wear, low at the front exposing the beginning of the curving to her breast and tightly fitting to show off all the lines to her body. Pansy had not put up any sort of fight about wearing it, and seemed extremely comfortable in it.

She placed a glass of pumpkin juice by his right elbow on the desk at which he was currently sat. The day had drawn to a close and the room was dark with the curtains still open. Using her wand Pansy flicked the curtains closed, “Why are you sitting and sulking in the dark?”

“I’m not sulking, I’m frustrated and you know it.” Harry snapped back at her. She knew about the hunt for the Horocruxes, it was impossible for her not to know now that she was around him all the time and she also knew the hunt was not going well, but Harry figured it was all she had to needle him with during her humiliation.

Harry admitted to himself that he did enjoy Pansy’s humiliation, her eyes would always harden when he requested that she do something particularly demeaning and he enjoyed watching it, tormenting her for everything she had said and done to him and his friends at school.

Looking at her through the dimness of the room Harry’s eyes fell on the gentle rise and fall of her breasts. It suddenly occurred to him that he had been so busy with Voldemort that he hadn’t ever seen a girls naked body before. He hadn’t ever done anything other than kiss Cho and Ginny.

“So do something to get rid of the frustration. Simple.” Pansy replied sighing heavily at his stupidity.

Harry wasn’t sure if it was her words or his thoughts that prompted him to do it. He wondered if he would have considered doing it if she hadn’t have said those exact words to him.

Soundlessly he raised his hand and curled it around her breast. She gasped in surprise, but she didn’t move away from him. Harry liked her breasts, they were large and felt firm in his grip, he squeezed gently. When he got no reaction from her he squeezed again, only harder. This time she gasped, the sound quiet in the small room.

Releasing her breast Harry quickly undid his jeans, just touching her as he had never touched a girl before was stirring his body, and he couldn’t stop his thoughts racing of how it would feel asking her to perform the ultimate humiliation.

“On your knees Pansy.” He commanded, trying to sound a lot more in control than he actually felt.

Pansy’s eyes widened, she hadn’t even thought about this aspect when she had offered herself to him, all she had thought of was saving Draco. She swallowed, how humiliating this was going to be, her a Slytherin pureblood on her knees for a Gryffindor half-blood! Her cheeks burnt fiercely at the idea and she knew that was a small part of his reasoning, he liked to humiliate her, pay her back for everything she had ever said and done.

She had no choice in the matter, she had to obey his every command, and this was unfortunately one of them. Resigning herself to the inevitable Pansy sank down onto her knees before him, swallowing nervously she shifted his knees apart to better position herself and with careful fingers she brought his semi-erect member out of his boxers.

Even in the darkness of the room Harry didn’t miss the anger and look of disgust on her face and he smirked to himself. Pansy had always thought she was so much better than everyone else, now he was proving her wrong, she was going to take his dick in her mouth because he ordered her to, not because she wanted to.

Relaxing back into the chair Harry sighed softly when he felt the tip of her tongue touch the base and slowly inch its way up to his tip. Her tongue, hot and wet wrapped around him and drew him into her mouth. He groaned quietly at the warmth and the light pressure she had adopted.

Slowly Pansy found a gentle rhythm and her dark head bobbed up and down in his lap as her tongue rubbed against the underside of his hardening member and her lips sucked lightly against him.

Harry groaned again, his hips bucking slightly forcing himself further into her mouth, “Faster Parkinson.” He smirked again, he knew the use of her last name would irritate her.

Picking up her speed Pansy relaxed her throat and took the remainder of Harry’s now quivering member into her mouth. She could taste the saltiness of pre-cum on his tip and she knew he wouldn’t be too long. He bucked against her again tangling his hands in her hair, his fingers digging into her scalp.

“That’s it Parkinson. Like that, don’t stop.” Harry groaned loudly, loving the feeling of her lips against the smooth tender flesh and the way the fingers of her right hand and began to gently stroke his balls and roll them between her thumb and index finger.

Her mouth was so hot and wet that Harry couldn’t help wondering what the rest of her would feel like. What it would feel like to enter her and pump himself into her as hard and as fast as he wanted to and hear her moaning his name.

His own mental images coupled with Pansy’s tongue techniques made him groan and he felt his release enter her mouth.

Pansy felt him throbbing in her mouth and prepared herself for what she knew was to come. He exploded in her mouth so forcefully that she gagged a little and some of his white semen dribbled from her mouth down her chin.

He pulled himself out of her and she quickly swallowed the liquid he had left in her mouth.

“My, my, how the mighty have fallen. Not so high and mighty now are you Parkinson?” Harry drawled as she raised her hand to wipe at her chin.

Pansy’s face flushed. “You’re the one who has to have your own personal slave to acquire any sexual experience.” She shot back angrily.

Harry felt the sting of her words as he knew he was meant to. Angrily he gripped her by the hair making her cry out in shock and pain. He dragged her up towards him, but instead of insulting her as he had meant to do he found himself crashing his lips onto hers forcing her mouth open so that he could enter her and his hand came up to squeeze her breast painfully again.

It was a rough and brutal kiss, with no thought behind it to make it any bit enjoyable for her as Harry had intended. He had to remind Pansy Parkinson who was boss.