Welcome to Cloud Nine

Pansy’s initial anxiety when she first went to the club with Ron was all but destroyed. She was comfortable with him and smiled to herself as she got dressed for dinner. Ron was amazing and the night they shared with Harry was sexual charged and she did enjoy it, but it only served to heighten her tension. She wanted Ron more now, and was thinking of a way to make it happen.



She supposed she could just flat out ask him for it. It seemed logical, they had been very honest with each other. Maybe he would appreciate her being more assertive rather than suggesting things himself. He had told her that when they first had sex it would be alone and he wouldn’t share her, but he had been reluctant to say when that would happen.



She slipped into a slim black skirt that stopped at her knees and a dark green sweater with bell sleeves. She applied very little makeup, not wanting to load down her face with cosmetics. Her regimen consisted of a little eyeliner and shadow and lip balm, nothing more. Her complexion was clear and her skin healthy and she intended to keep it that way.



Ron arrived on time as always and together they apparated to an elegant French restaurant. Ron ordered champagne, and their meals, then focused on his companion. “I want to thank you again for allowing the encounter with Harry. Not to many girls will be comfortable with that.”



“You trust him, don’t you?” She asked.



“Yes, I do.” He told her.



“Then I trust him to. Afterwards I noticed that he didn’t assume he could touch me in anyway. He avoided me actually.” She said sipping her champagne.



“Did that upset you?” He wondered.



“No. I suppose I would have been sad if me and him had been alone and he acted that way. I would have felt rejected, maybe used. But you were there and you didn’t turn from me.” She seemed thoughtful for a moment then met his eyes. “That encounter was about you and me, not necessarily about Harry and his enjoyment. He merely did us a favor but being the third party.”



Ron’s smile was broad and genuine. “That’s exactly how he saw it. He knew this was something we wanted and that as my closest friend, I would naturally go to him. I had told him beforehand that me and you were engaged in something unique at the moment and he knew his boundaries.”



“Did you make sure of that?” She asked with a grin.



“Yes, I did. He knew what he could and couldn’t do. Did you notice that he didn’t kiss you alone?” He quieted only a moment as their plates were placed before them.



“Now that you mention it, yes. Was that a rule of yours?” She asked.



“Yes. Don’t ask me why though, I’m still not sure.” His look was comical, but Pansy felt good at his request. As they ate, they spoke vaguely of the club and the rooms he had visited. Just before desert he broached a new topic.



“I’d like to take you to the higher rooms, the ones on the upper levels.” He said.



“What goes on up there?” She asked, then her smile fell when she saw the seriousness of his expression.



“It’s the place where Dominance and Submissive games are played, bondage, things like that.” He looked at her face and then continued. “That’s not something I want to explore with you. I agree with what you said when we had dinner with Harry, pain and pleasure don’t mix for me either.”



“Then what are we going to do up there?” She asked.



“We won’t do anything, I just want you to see something. There are rooms that people book, much like the one we used, with large two way mirrors. There was on in the room we had but the curtain was pulled closed.” He explained.



“That large curtain on the far wall?” Ron nodded. “You mean if we had pulled that aside there would have been a mirror?”



“Yes, and if anyone had been standing behind that wall, they could have seen inside the room. That’s why the curtain was pulled as well as the bed curtains.” He told her, then leaned closer. “I want to observe a few of the rooms this way with you. We won’t be taking part in anything up there.”



“Will they mind us watching?” She asked, leaning toward him as well.



“If they mind people watching them, then they would shut the curtains.” He reached out and took her hand. “I also wanted to bring you back to my place afterwards for champagne, if you were up for that.”



Pansy smiled at him. “I would love that.” Maybe that would be when they would they finally would have sex. Maybe not. If not, then she could always take the opportunity to mention it then.









Pansy and Ron entered the club and immediately made their way up a flight of stairs to the fourth and fifth stories of the club. Ron took her hand and led her down a corridor with several door openings but there were no actual doors. Ron entered one such door and approached the mirror. There were two seats in front of the mirror, both backless, padded bench styles for two, both empty.



Ron straddled one of the seats and held out a hand. She settled herself in front of him and crossed her legs, getting comfortable. Ron’s hand running along her back and waist was a delight and his hand on her knee was a new intimacy that she liked.



The room already had occupants engaged in they’re play. There was a witch clad in shiny leather, and spiked heeled boots. Her blond hair was curled beyond belief in long ringlets and she wore a thick layer of make up giving her a blatantly sexual presence. She carried in her hand a whip and a cat o’nine tails hung from her waist.



On the floor at her feet, on his knees a naked wizard knelt. His hands behind his back, a chain attached to a collar around his neck, and the end of the leash in his mouth. He was gazing up at her in adoration, and longing, the pleasure on his face was evident.



“Is this something you have done before?” She asked him.



Ron admired her curiosity. She was asking him just to ask him, and there was no disgust in her question. This didn’t seem taboo to her, just another facet of sexuality and she was going to him for knowledge. “No, I haven’t.” He answered her. “This is something that doesn’t appeal to me, even though you can see it appeals to him and others like him.” Pansy nodded. “I brought you here to see the extremes of fantasy. The lower rooms have their appeal but they are just the beginning layers. The fully understand this club, it’s a good idea to see all of it. Or at least to see some of what’s up here. Pretending this doesn’t exist is ignorance and when it comes to peoples sexual needs, ignorance is never a good idea.”



“Then what’s the appeal for you to see this?” She asked, gesturing to the witch who had the wizard crawling on his knees, fetching various items from her vanity, and bringing them to her in his mouth.



“Let me ask you something, when you see that, do you think he is being humiliated?” Ron asked.



Pansy looked back and watched as he obediently dropped the item in her hand. She ruffled his hair then, sent him again for another item. “No. The smile he gave her wasn’t about humiliation. He is proud of himself. He did what she asked, he did a good job and earned praise from her. That’s not humiliation.”



“That’s why I wanted you to see these levels.” He took his hand from her knee and held her hand. “Pansy, I think we have something unique. The last relationship I had didn’t work because she looked at these people with a repulsion. She thought they were mental and not to be trusted. I told her it was just another part of the sexual world but she thought it was disgusting. This sort of behavior was facilitated by problems and to her this was a form of abuse.”



“That’s sad. She was probably a boring fuck.” Pansy said.



Ron chuckled at her. “She was in fact. She didn’t like to experiment or play games, and agreed to only about two of three different positions. I think me and you however could be able to fulfill each other wonderfully.” He said, meeting her eyes.



“I think so too.” Pansy whispered and leaned in to kiss him softly.



“I want to date a woman who understand this and who is compassionate about other people. I think that just might be you.” He said, brushing her fingers with his.



“You know Ron, I think I agree.” She shared his smile and nestled closer. “You know Ron, I never agreed to date anyone in the midst of something like this.” He waved her hand at the couple.



Ron chuckled as he followed her gaze. The witch was behind her pet now, and had apparently strapped on a phallus, since she had a firm grip on his hips and was plunging into him. The ecstasy on the wizards face was contagious and Pansy found herself sharing his arousal. To see a couple engaging in anything that turned them on, was a pleasant scene to Pansy.



“There is something else I want to show you.” He took her hand, lacing her fingers in his and walked further down the hall. She could hear the sounds of couples engaged in various activities. Men and women were heard begging for this or that, a whip brought down on flesh made her jump, but Ron assured her that every implement was charmed to not leave marks or cause physical damage.



He pulled her into another alcove and they sat as they did before, Ron straddling the seat, Pansy sitting between his legs, with his hand on her knee. This time, they seemed to be closer to each other. Pansy focused on what was going on in the room.



A naked wizard was secured to a large bed, tied down by red silk scarves at the wrists and ankles, spread eagled and at the mercy of a witch, also naked, who was kneeling between his legs and giving, from what Pansy could see, was some very good head. The wizard was pulling on the bindings, his teeth clenched and his head rolling back and forth. The torment on his face had nothing to do with pain. This was a man who was basking in the talents of the witch performing on him.



Suddenly she pulled up and looked down at him. His chest rose and fell, his hands fisted and unfisted, clearly wanting to reach out and touch her. She straddled his hips and reached down, positioning him at her entrance, then watched him. He began talking to her but she was too far to hear him. It was clear to see that he wanted her to lowered down on him, but she would do it when she was ready. Just as the torture seemed too much, and the wizard closed his eyes and let his head roll back. The witch took the opportunity and slid downward, absorbing his length inside her. The wizard cried out and bucked under her trying to drive himself deeper. The witch rode him at her own pace and he would just have to deal with it.



“I’ve done this before.” Ron whispered into her ear.



“You have?” She turned and faced him. “On which end?” She was fascinated, and that excited Ron.



“On his end.” He told her.



“With who? From what you told me of your ex, I can’t imagine she would have done this with you.” Pansy said.



Ron smiled at her, and gave her hand a squeeze. “No, not with her. Hermione actually.”



“Really?” Pansy giggled. “It’s hard to imagine straight laced Hermione doing something like this.”



“Well, I had to ask her for it, and she didn’t secure the ties very well. She said she was afraid of cutting of my circulation.” He shook his head at the memory. “I told her it was fine and she could have tightened them but she was uneasy with it.”



“She took part because you asked didn’t she? It wasn’t something she was interested in herself?” Pansy asked.



“Yes, but I was honored that she tried.” He looked back at the couple, the witch was riding onward to her orgasm, a thin film of sweat covered her body. The wizard stared in wonder at the image above him.



“Ron, what’s the fascination that appeals to you?” She was curious as to his motives for wanting this.



“I think there’s something erotic about a woman using my body to get herself off.” He looked back at her. “I think seeing what a woman does to urge herself on is a learning experience also. A woman when she is in charge of her own pleasure is a beautiful sight. I think you will agree he believes the same.” She looked over at the couple and had to admit Ron had a point. The wizard was taking in everything his woman did and he loved seeing it all. To Pansy it did something to her. She looked over at Ron, and saw him watching the couple intensely. His own need was showcased in the rise and fall of his chest and the focused eyes.



“Ron?” He turned to look at her, meeting her eyes. “Let’s get out of here.” Her voice was husky and the look she game him went right up Ron’s spine.



“Alright then.” He took her hand and they left the club, never letting go of each other as Ron apparated them directly into his front room. With a wave of his wand a fire sprang to life in the fireplace. He took Pansy’s cloak and hung them as she approached the fire and warmed her hands. Ron came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She let her head roll to the side and he just couldn’t resist the silent invitation.



Dropping his lips he opened his mouth on her skin, tasting the gentle hollow where the shoulder met the neck. Pansy shuddered and reached up to grip his hands at her waist. His lips were soft, but his mouth hot and as he tasted her neck. She took in more and more air as Ron reached for the hem of her sweater lifting it up and over her head when she raise her arms.



Pansy spun and met his lips in a heated kiss. She plunged her tongue just as fiercely as he did, feeding off the energy he was giving. “I can’t wait, Pansy.” He breathed “I need to be inside you.” He unknowingly bit her bottom lip, but she didn’t mind.



“I need you too.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and when he lifted her from the ground, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned and carried her in long strides to his room. Pansy didn’t bother looking around, she would do that later, instead she joined Ron in stripping off the rest of their clothes, which were flying about as they were discarded.



Pansy fell back on the bed and watched as Ron loomed over her. He took her again in a hard kiss, practically swallowing her whole. Pansy didn’t mind, she was kissing him back with just as much ardor, parting her legs to fit him. She whimpered as Ron thrust a hand between them ran his fingers along her pussy lips. She was dripping, anxious for his invasion and more then ready. He hooked one of her knees on his elbow and shifted his position until Pansy felt him probe her entrance.



“Are you ready?” He asked, refusing to take his lips from hers.



“Yes, now Ron.” She lifted her hips just a little to urge him on and he didn’t waste anymore time. He thrust forward and Pansy cried out as his thickness filled her to the hilt. Ron groaned out as her heat enveloped him. She was hot and wet, soft around his hardness. He held himself still for a moment, savoring the feel of her.



“I have imagined this for days.” He told her, resuming his fierce kiss. Pansy responded and wrapped her other leg around his waist, pulling him closer. Ron slowly began to move, pulling out and them pushing back in. He wanted to explore every part of her insides and he shifted this way and that, keeping her leg hooked on his elbow. He kept switching his depth, his tempo, his angle.



His lips never left hers and Pansy groaned into his mouth as he rode her. She clutched at his shoulders and rolled her body under his, meeting his thrusts. He began moving quicker, plunging as deep as possible inside her. He reached down with his other hand and gripped her ass firmly, pulling her closer as he thrust.



Pansy could feel the sweat building on his back and she tightened her grip on his waist with her leg. Ron pulled away from her lips and looked down at her. Releasing her leg, he rose up on his knees and gripped her hips lifting her to his height. Pansy gripped the duvet at her sides and howled out as Ron resumed his thrusting. Her legs locked behind his back to hold herself in place. Ron’s sharp intakes of breathe filled her ears and his eyes never left her.



He watched as her breasts bounced about by his movements, her arms strained as she clenched her fists on his duvet, and her face showed everything she was feeling. She was a glorious sight and he couldn’t look away. Her eyes met his and she unlocked her legs, letting them fly about as Ron drove his body into hers.



Reaching down with both hands, she sought out her clit and rolled her fingers along the swollen hot spot, crying out louder. Ron was harder then he had ever been, as he watched her. He picked up his pace, helping her along to her orgasm as he felt his own building. The tension in his sac was rising, and rising fast as Pansy began bucking upward and shrieking.



A new, hot wetness splashed over his cock as Pansy let out a wail and her legs clenched his body in a tight grip. Her pussy squeezed his cock to an almost painful hold and it was more than he could stand. Thrusting into her faster and harder, he grunted out and his cry joined hers as he emptied himself inside her. He thrust again, spilling more, and again, until his whole body was drained. Pansy opened her arms and he dropped into them, comforted by her arms and letting bliss take them both over.



They rested for what seemed to be an hour before Ron rose and walked naked out of the room. He returned moments later with a pitcher and two goblets.



Pansy rose up and leaned against the headboard, not bothering to pull the blanket aside to cover herself. Ron was her lover now, why hide from him. She took the goblet he offered and drank down the sweet fruit juice. She was thirsty after their loving, and her body wanted to fluids. Ron drained his own glass and refilled it, then hers.



He sat beside her, stretching out his long legs and crossing his ankles. Pansy settled next to him and leaned into his body, resting a hand on his firm thigh. “You are amazing.” He told her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.



“Well, I think you did a good job too.” She said with a chuckle.



“I wish we could have had more time to play but I was too hungry for it.” He said, hugging her closer.



“I was just as eager, if you remember.” She handed him her goblet then twisted, curling under his arm and looking up at him. “Next time we can take our time.”



“Here, here.” He smiled down at her as he leaned in for a kiss.







A/N: Thank you everyone for your patience. I am so sorry about the mix up and I hope you enjoy this. I will be posting another chapter in a couple of hours. Also, some of you got on my profile and saw my msn name, then sent an email. If you want to knwo what i look like, I have no problem with it, just email me and I\'d be happy to send a pic.