Enslaved

In The Hall Way

Later that night after supper Harry descended from his room towards the kitchen. Pansy had made a nice supper and he was nice and full, although not contented, he had decided during his shower that his new attempt to bring Pansy to her knees would be just that. He would bring her to her knees making her love and beg him to do what she was at the moment strongly against.

He was now determined to make her beg him to fuck her ass and he didn’t care how he went about it either.

As if his thoughts had conjured her up Pansy emerged from a door to his left. She froze when she saw him her hands full of cleaning supplies. She glared at him and made to pass him to the kitchen when his low voice stopped her.

“Put those things down.”

Pansy placed them on the floor and glanced over at him wearily.

“Take your knickers off, Parkinson.”

Her cheeks stained red at his low command as she glanced over her shoulder to the partly open door to the kitchen. Ron and Hermione’s voices floated out to them in the darkened corridor and they could both see the back of Ron’s head as he moved about by the table.

As usual Pansy complied, she was eyeing him suspiciously now and Harry could tell she didn’t trust him. “Face the wall, Parkinson and hold up your dress.” He instructed giving her a light shove when she just stood and stared stupidly at him.

“Are you insane?” She hissed madly at him, “They could see.”

Harry smirked, “I know. Do it, quickly.”

Pansy turned and faced the wall hiking up her dress, her eyes staying on the lighted room beyond. She felt his lips against her neck as he trailed tiny kisses along her bare shoulder, licking his way down the low cut back of her dress and across to the other shoulder. He pushed the straps off her shoulders, “Take them off,”

She gasped when his hands curled around her breast stroking the smooth skin softly, his fingers twirling her nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. She shivered as he groaned against her neck and she felt herself moisten.

His hand released her breast and slipped beneath the front of her dress, tentatively searching between her thighs. His eyes widened and he felt himself harden when his finger brushed the dampness of her inner thighs. “Merlin, Parkinson, your wet already.”

“Yes.” She murmured her legs unconsciously parting for him.

Smirking to himself Harry unbuttoned his jeans to release his throbbing cock, pressing himself between her ass again. “Your going to enjoy this, Parkinson.” He promised as he pushed inside her.

Pansy made a strangled sound as the now familiar feel of his erection forced its way inside her. She gasped in surprise when she felt his index finger touching her, rubbing at her clit in slow circles.

“Your going to enjoy me fucking your ass, Parkinson, your going to cum for me.” Harry whispered, “Aren’t you, Parkinson?”

“Oh, yes.” She moaned faintly feeling herself getting wetter as his finger continued to work against her. “More, Potter, please.”

Harry knew she wasn’t referring to his slow thrusts inside her but he decided to speed himself up anyway. She grunted slightly and he pressed harder on her clit. Pansy moaned arching her back and allowing him to penetrate deeper inside her.

“Your so wet, Parkinson,” Harry whispered brushing his fingers over her lightly. He placed both his hands on her hips, “You might want to brace yourself,” He told her.

Pansy nodded, she was aching for him, desperate to orgasm, the pleasure was still running through her and all she wanted now was a release. Placing her palms flat against the wall she arched her back for him, pressing her ass into his crotch hoping he would give her what she was craving.

Grinning Harry hissed, “Try to keep quiet, they’ll hear you.”

At her nod he tightened his hold on her and began to speed up his thrusts, in out, in out he pounded as hard and as fast as he could biting on his bottom lip to keep from shouting at the top of his lungs from pure pleasure.

Pansy gasped, she could feel her muscles begin to spasm as her warm juices leaked out of her. “Potter, oh Merlin,” She hissed her fingers curling slightly as Harry increased his speed.

Suddenly he bit down hard on her shoulder as he exploded inside her and she threw her head back gasping as he shot himself inside her ass for the second time that day and her muscles convulsed in orgasm.

“Did you like that, Parkinson?” Harry whispered stroking her cheek gently.

“Yes.” She managed to gasp.

“You enjoyed me fucking your ass then?” He felt her freeze against him and he sniggered. “I thought you might.” He pulled out of her and patted her bare behind. “You’d better get cleaned up before you drip all over the carpet.” He advised buttoning his trousers and turning to leave.

He turned to speak to her when he reached the kitchen door but found his voice couldn’t work as he watched her wipe a tear from her cheek as she made her slow way towards the stairs.