Punishment

Attn: I do not own any of the characters you recognize- they belong to J.K. Rowling
Warning: bondage, non-con and some dominance. don\'t like- don\'t read

He emerged from the shower, steam rolled into the room creating a think fog. He was frustrated. He grabbed a towel and vigorously dried himself. With a sigh of exasperation he threw the towel against the wall. He stared down at his (very hard, might I add) erection. It hadn\'t even been half an hour before she left and the urge to have her again awoke with a vengeance. He ran his fingers through his wet hair and paced the length of his bathroom. Why couldn\'t his desire for the girl be quenched? He hated being trapped to wanting her. This needed to stop. He would go to Knockturn Alley, like he had planned a week ago. Getting quickly dressed and grabbing his pouch of money, he took off. He reached the apparation point on the edge of Hogwarts grounds. With a pe foe found himself in a dark, dripping alleyway. Emerging into the street he was greeted with the site of beggars, stealers, and whores. He went into the nearest Pub, AlleyCat.
The smoke filled dank room was lit only enough to see silhouettes, and faces could only be seen when you were two feet away from the person. Candles let off a purple light, which blanketed the room, casting an eerie glow everywhere. He ordered a fire whiskey and looked around. A curly red head, whose breasts were almost to her chin, pushed up by her bustier, thin hips and a swaying dress; her makeup heavy and dark and blood red lips sauntered up to him.

\"Hi there handsome.\" she smiled \"Care for some entertainment?\"

She traced a slender finger down his arm. He looked her up and down. She was hot, but not what he wanted at the moment. He turned back to the bar and she left with a huff. Another woman with black hair, dark eyes, and dressed in a very cheap set of black robes, which she let one side fall off her shoulder, also came up to him. Definitely not what he was looking for. He ordered another drink. A blonde came up to him, her hair down, framing her face, light make-up, and a satin pink slip came up to him.

\"Care to take a walk?\" She asked. He nodded and led her out of the pub.

They reached a deserted alleyway and he pulled her in, hidden by shadows he sought out her mouth. He pulled her closer to him and ground the bulge in his trousers against her. She moaned. But it was a forced moan. He pawed at heest est through her slip. Pulling up her legs to wrap around his waist and pressing her against the dirty wall of the alley, he slipped a finger into her. She sighed again in a fake bored, exaggerated tone. He wasn\'t feeling any of this. The ache had neither subsided any or turned into fire, for that matter. This was stupid, he was going to leave just as unsatisfied as he felt before he got here. He dropped her unceremoniously to the ground where she squeaked. He took out his pouch of money and dropped a handful of galleons into her hand. Her eyes grew very big with surprise.

\"I\'m sorry to waste your time.\" He said. \"Get yourself off the streets, this is no place for you.\"

With that he apparated back to Hogwarts. He needed a headache potion, tonight had not gone well.
He entered into his private labs and emptied a vile of headache relief potion down his throat. Turning back he came face to face with the table. The table he found her on. He swore he could see her on there again. Touching herself, her fingers disappearing into her, only this time she came and screamed his name. He looked away in frustration and sat down in his chair. The same chair he had taken her in yet again earlier that day. He groaned. He needed her again. He could have her again. She was after all, his slave. He had told her that she would come to him whenever he asked. He grinned, and if she didn\'t, that just gave him an excuse to indulge in the darker parts of his mind. He concentrated on her, sending her a message

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She was walking down to the dungeons, into his private labs. He sat on a bed, beckoning for her. She wanted him. She went over and straddled him, slowly taking off his cloths. She kissed him, tasting him. She moaned. massaging his tongue with hers. Kissing and biting every inch of skin she came in contact with. He grew frustrated and magiked their cloths away. she kneeled before him and took him in her mouth. Sucking on him. Massaging his balls with her hand. A low growl came from his mouth. She loved the way he did that. He was running his hands through her hair. He gasped. He pulled her up and looked into her eyes.

\"Alex, come to me, now.\"

She awoke with a start, panting. Was that a dream? It had felt so real. Slowly it felt like something was leaving her head. Sitting up, she felt the dried tears still staining her cheeks. Then it dawned on her. He had called her.


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