Welcome to Cloud Nine

Ron and Pansy met a few days later for lunch, this time around much more physical with each other. They kissed frequently and Ron often snuck in an ass grope when no one was looking.



It made her feel wanted and sexy to be touched by him and held by him. They settled into a table as a small café, waiting for sandwiches and chips to be served. “Ron, I’ve been thinking.” She said sipping tea.



“What about?” He asked, grinning at her.



“The night at the club, when you said you have been tied up. Is that something you’d like to do again.” She asked.



His grin widened. “Maybe. You would like to try it too, I’m guessing?”



“Maybe.” She chuckled. “If it was something you wanted to do, what part would you want to experience?”



“I wouldn’t mind being tied down again. I trust you. I would like it to me at my home rather than the club.” He answered. He smiled at her slight blush. “Should we pick up some red scarves?” He teased.



“Well actually Ron…..” She paused and sipped her tea.



“Don’t tell me you already bought them?” He asked with a huge smile this time.



“No, but I did have a idea of something to use.” She said.



“Well, why don’t you come over tonight then.” He offered, and shared her excited smile.







Pansy came out of her bathroom wrapped in a towel, she cast a quick drying spell around her body and then her hair then walked over to her bed. She had a tight black dress resting on it. It would stop at mid thigh and fit like a second skin, clinging to her curves. It would look fabulous with the boots she bought for the night.



She reached beside the dress for the shiny thigh high spike heeled boots and unzipped then down to the ankle. She set them aside and moved to her bureau, taking out a sexy dark green bra and a matching thong. She normally wore plain low rise style knickers but this time she treated herself, and Ron, to sexy naughty knickers.



She was liberal with her make up to, giving her dark smoky eyes and bright red lips. When she was dressed she looked at herself in the full length mirror. She looked like a transformed sex pot and she felt sexual and powerful. Fastening her cloak she stepped into the floo and left for Ron’s.



When she stepped into his front room, it was empty. She took her cloak off and tossed it over a chair, placing her hands on her hips and waited. “Pansy is that you?” He called from the kitchen.



“Yes.” she answered, still waiting.



“I have some wine for dinner,” he came out from the kitchen, “it will take about another hour in the oven…..I hope you…….Holy Hera.” He froze and just looked at her.



‘Hello Ronald.” She said, using her lips in a pouty way. “so we have an hour to spare before we eat?” He only nodded, his mouth still open. “I’ll wait in the back then.” She walked with a long stride, exaggerating the sway of her hips.



She heard Ron rush to the kitchen and casts a status spell, which she recognized would keep the oven cooking but alert him if anything went wrong. She was standing in front of his bed, waiting for him, wand in hand.



“Take off your clothes.” she told him. It wasn’t a command. She wasn’t into the master-slave bit, but it was a firm request to let him know that if he wanted to continue he had to get naked.



Ron understood completely and began pulling off clothes. His boots, socks, jeans, sweater and t shirt were on the floor in record time and he stood waiting her next move.



Reaching into her cleavage she pulled out what looked like a walnut, but with the wave of her hand had enlarged a buddle of ties. “Slytherin house ties?” Ron said with a grin.



“Did you think I’d use anything else?” She asked.



“I have Gryffindor ties. You are tying up a Gryffindor you know.”



She reached out and took his hand, bringing him to the bed. He sat down and she stood between his legs, looking down at him. “But this Gryffindor is being tied up by a Slytherin.” She gave a gentle push on his chest and he reclined back, shifting himself in the center of the bed. Pansy secured his ankles in place on the corners of his bed, then his wrists. Crawling over him, she straddled his hips and slowly peeled the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, pushing the fabric down to her waist. Ron let his eyes roll over her body. Pansy felt as her most sensual when Ron looked at her. He appreciated what he saw and enjoyed looking at her.



Rising up on her feet she stood and carefully placed her feet between her knees, then turned around. She slowly leaned over, watching her balance on her heels, and pushed her dress with a teasing slowness past her ass, baring the thong to his eyes. She heard his groan and stood up, letting the dress fall to her ankles and then kicking it away.



Still facing away from him, she reached behind her and unhooked the bra. Holding it with two fingers to the side, she let it drop. She reached up and stretched, pushing her ass outward and then letting her arms come down to her hips. Hooking her thumbs in the thong, she kneeled over again and pushed the flimsy fabric down. Ron groaned again at the elastic of the garment, wrapped around her legs near the top of her boots, her ass and smooth back bare to his eyes. He couldn’t take his eyes off the lace as it went sliding down to her feet and she kicked it away.



Turning slowly, she faced him. His eyes dropped down to her feet and then upward back to her face. Ron thought she looked fabulous. Her black clad legs looked longer, and the boots led upward to her black nest. Her skin was an even brighter ivory against the black of her hair, pussy and boots. She reached for the zipper on the side of her boot but he stopped her. “No wait, leave them on.”



She lifted her eyebrows. “You like them?



“I love them.” He said with a grin. His cock was hard and his body tense but he held himself in check. This was Pansy’s moment to control and he would let her.



She was getting off in that control. She liked how Ron looked at her with lust overflowing in his eyes. He wanted her, and it felt good to be wanted. She straddled his hips, feeling the hardness of his cock along her lips. She was moist already, having enjoyed her minor striptease a little too much.



Opening her fingers she ran her hands up his chest. “I love touching you.” She told him.



“I can see that. I love being touched.” He told her. He arched into her hands as far as he could, but being spread eagle made it difficult. Her hands moved along his ribs and upward until she brushed her thumbs over to hard male nipples.



He groaned and inhaled. “They stiffen up like mine do.” She observed. Leaning down, she took one in her mouth and gently rolled her tongue back and forth. Ron took several sharp breaths but didn’t tell her to stop. Pansy moved to the other one, holding his body securely by his ribs. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and here his labored breathing.



Lowering her body down his, she tasted the flesh along his ribs and down his torso, planting kisses on his hips and lower stomach. The moment she saw the woman sucking her tied up man in that room, Pansy developed a craving to do just that to Ron. And now she had her chance.



Rising up on her knees she looked down at him, seeing the anticipation in eyes and grinned. She braced her knees apart and leaned down, arching her back so her ass stuck up in the air. She knew he’d have a delectable view, since her posterior was somewhat bubbly. She took his cock in hand and swallowed him down.



Ron groaned out loudly. Pansy slid up and down, sucking at times, and merely soaking him up at others. She gripped him near the base with her fist, rolling her wrist as she worked him to a marble hard state. Her ass up in the air was a temptation in it’s own right. He was an ass man in every sense and it was driving him mental. He lifted his hips into her open mouth but the placement of his body made it hard to move too much.



She cradled his sack in her palm, then dropped down and took one side of his sac in her mouth, rolling the small ball inside around with her tongue. Ron was pulling on the ties but she made sure he was secure so he wouldn’t free himself until she was ready. She continued moving from one side of his sac to the other, then back up to his cock, covering him in her saliva and humming as she went along, sending vibrations up his body.



When she pulled away, she rose on her knees and looked down at him. He had a pained expression on his face. Her mouth was still open, her spit around her lips and chin. Her nipples had puckered and her was filled with a lust of her own.



She crawled over his body and straddled him, reaching down to guide him inside her. Both lovers groaned loudly as she sank down, joining them again in a perfect fit. She gripped his shoulders and looked him in the eye, rocking her hips gently, keeping her boot clad legs along his.



Pansy let instinct take over and rode his body hard. Ron pulled on the ties, wanting to touch her, but she had made sure he couldn’t escape her. She began bouncing up and down, sliding him out and them back inside her. It was such a delicious feel to submerge himself back into a warm soft sheath.



Pansy saw his eyes moving over her body and smiled at him. Rising up she flipped around and straddled him in reverse. Before taking him inside she arched her back and leaned down so her breasts rested between his knees. She smiled to herself as she heard Ron’s inhale as her wet pussy was presented to him. “The minute I get loose, you are going to scream, I promise.” His husky voice went right up her spine.



Ron watched as her hand appeared between her legs, taking his cock and guiding him back inside her. She was still leaning forward, giving him a succulent view of his cock sliding inside her, and sliding out, shiny from her juices. He knew then that he had found his partner in life. Pansy was just as passionate as he was and she was enjoying his body as much as he enjoyed hers. The kind of woman who sought out pleasure with him, was a woman he wanted in his life.



He held nothing back, groaning loudly as she fucked him. And he loved it. She was rolling her hips around in circles, bouncing up and down, rocking back and forth, making sure she felt him at every angle she could. Ron was being driven mental by the images and Pansy could tell. His sounded like he was in pain. She sat up, taking him deeply and held herself still, looking over her shoulder as his face.



He was waiting, but the wait was killing him. She rose off him, the sound of his cock hitting his torso echoed in her ears. She crawled over to the foot of the bed and bent over reaching for her want, purposefully giving Ron a view from behind. With a flick, the ties came free from the bed and Ron was released. Without bothering to remove the silk from his wrists and ankles, he jumped up and grabbed her hips, pulling her back into him.



Pansy cried out as he thrust deeply. She gripped the duvet in two fists and braced her knees apart as he began pummeling into her. It was divine and she loved it. She shrieked and wailed as Ron drove himself deeper and deeper into her, giving her sharp thrusts and bruising her hips with his tight grip. She was thrown forward by his thrust, then pulled back by his strong hands, then thrown forward again. It was maddening and she felt her orgasm building up higher and higher.



Ron wasn’t oblivious and reached around, searching out her clit and flicking his finger over it. Pansy was thrown into hysterics. She began pushing back into him, crying out loudly and soon enough she howled out and pushed hard against him. She gripped her tightly ass her pussy squeezed down on him. Ron grunted out, moving his body faster and faster, her spasming pussy milking his body as he felt his own climax racking his body. He thrust deeply, emptying himself inside her, before collapsing on top of her.



For several long minutes, the only sounds that could be heard were the two lovers panting, on top of each other. Ron was breathing into her neck, his whole body covering hers but she loved it. His weight wasn’t a burden, it was a comfort. She lifted a hand and moved it a few inches, covering his. Threading his fingers through hers, he turned his head and kissed her cheek.



“That was fucking fabulous.” He told her.



“Yes it was.” She told him, smiling and snuggling into his body. The sound of the oven opening and then closing came from the kitchen. What sounded like a heavy bowl being placed on the counter followed.



“Dinner’s ready.” Ron said, lifting up on his elbows and looking down at her.



“Good, I worked up an appetite.” She said smiling. Ron chuckled and helped her get up. They cast cleansing charms and then dressed, sitting down for a lovely dinner.