Breathe
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
16,335
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Enough
A/N:Sorry it has been way too long. Expect more and final updates soon. I'm ready for this bad boy to be done with so I can chase other plot bunnies. This chapter is where things are going to start to get real
Marcus wanted her bad. Maybe it was the firewhiskey talking, but he had waited far too long for what was rightfully his. Seeing her in that dress all night had just pushed him over the edge, along with her relentless need to rebel against him. Enough of the foreplay, enough of the coy remarks, she would be his, willing or not.
He instantly saw the look of fear in her eyes when he kissed her, and it delighted him. Her hands fought against him, so he held them down. She kept trying to kick him off of her, rolling her head back and forth to avoid his kisses. With a swift stroke he hit her across the face, leaving a crimson mark on her soft pale skin. His mouth captured hers, tongue probing for hers and encircling it. He used his free hand to grasp her hair and pulled back to expose her neck. The shriek echoed in the air as he bit down on her soft flesh. He heard her whimper as he slowly licked up the blood trickling out of the new brand he had left on her.
He didn’t need to worry about the carriage driver, he knew his place. In no time at all they arrived at the mansion and he effortlessly grabbed Katie by the arm and shoved her out of the carriage. Frantically, she darted off trying to escape. Silly girl. He had to give her credit for her efforts, but in the end they would be useless as always. The spell hit her directly in the back, and she crumpled to the ground before she made it more than a few meters away. He walked over and carried her through the front door. On his way in he grabbed one of his canes from the holder next to the door, then went up the stairs, and into his bedroom. With a few small spells she was revived with a white cloth gagged her mouth, since he wanted to hear her without all of her snide remarks. As soon as she came to he grabbed her from behind and forced her over a nearby desk, her head hitting against the cold wood surface. She squirmed violently beneath him.
“It won’t do any good Bell. I’ve been far too kind with you so far. It’s time you learned your place. If all of the hours of torture they put you through in the war wasn’t enough, maybe this will be. After all, it worked on your friend Angelina.” She turned her face to him and squinted in anger. He was sure if he mouth wasn’t covered, she would have tried to spit at him.
“Well let’s get to it Bell, shall we?” He conjured some restraints around her wrists to hold her down onto the desk. He walked around her, tracing a finger around her neck. He circled it around the mark he’d left, which was now turning dark blue. He moved to the zipper, and undid it as slowly as he could manage, still feeling her writhing helplessness in front of him. He ripped the straps and slowly pushed it off of her, letting the gown pool around her ankles. Marcus smirked slightly as he saw the emerald green undergarments she had on, the only one’s he had provided her with.
He moved his hands down her lower back and slid her panties off of her, revealing her smooth and shapely behind. Without further warning he reached for his cane and brought it down harshly against her cheeks. The force of it caused her to lurch forward, and he heard her softly cry out in pain. It wasn’t good enough. She needed to be screaming. He wound up again, and hit with all of his might, she cried out louder against the cloth. The thrashing continued, each harder than the one before. Marcus pulled the cloth out of her mouth. Her ass was already turning blue, and what wasn’t blue was crimson red, he knew she felt it.
“Beg for it to stop Bell and it will”
“Pllleeaassee stop…”she whispered out
“Please stop WHAT” Marcus thrashed down on her again and she screamed and rolled over slightly in pain.
“PLEASE STOP MASTER FLINT” she yelled out, crying softly afterwards. He rubbed gentle circles around her back with his hand.
“That wasn’t so hard now was it? Speaking of hard though, we’re not even CLOSE to being through here”
Marcus wanted her bad. Maybe it was the firewhiskey talking, but he had waited far too long for what was rightfully his. Seeing her in that dress all night had just pushed him over the edge, along with her relentless need to rebel against him. Enough of the foreplay, enough of the coy remarks, she would be his, willing or not.
He instantly saw the look of fear in her eyes when he kissed her, and it delighted him. Her hands fought against him, so he held them down. She kept trying to kick him off of her, rolling her head back and forth to avoid his kisses. With a swift stroke he hit her across the face, leaving a crimson mark on her soft pale skin. His mouth captured hers, tongue probing for hers and encircling it. He used his free hand to grasp her hair and pulled back to expose her neck. The shriek echoed in the air as he bit down on her soft flesh. He heard her whimper as he slowly licked up the blood trickling out of the new brand he had left on her.
He didn’t need to worry about the carriage driver, he knew his place. In no time at all they arrived at the mansion and he effortlessly grabbed Katie by the arm and shoved her out of the carriage. Frantically, she darted off trying to escape. Silly girl. He had to give her credit for her efforts, but in the end they would be useless as always. The spell hit her directly in the back, and she crumpled to the ground before she made it more than a few meters away. He walked over and carried her through the front door. On his way in he grabbed one of his canes from the holder next to the door, then went up the stairs, and into his bedroom. With a few small spells she was revived with a white cloth gagged her mouth, since he wanted to hear her without all of her snide remarks. As soon as she came to he grabbed her from behind and forced her over a nearby desk, her head hitting against the cold wood surface. She squirmed violently beneath him.
“It won’t do any good Bell. I’ve been far too kind with you so far. It’s time you learned your place. If all of the hours of torture they put you through in the war wasn’t enough, maybe this will be. After all, it worked on your friend Angelina.” She turned her face to him and squinted in anger. He was sure if he mouth wasn’t covered, she would have tried to spit at him.
“Well let’s get to it Bell, shall we?” He conjured some restraints around her wrists to hold her down onto the desk. He walked around her, tracing a finger around her neck. He circled it around the mark he’d left, which was now turning dark blue. He moved to the zipper, and undid it as slowly as he could manage, still feeling her writhing helplessness in front of him. He ripped the straps and slowly pushed it off of her, letting the gown pool around her ankles. Marcus smirked slightly as he saw the emerald green undergarments she had on, the only one’s he had provided her with.
He moved his hands down her lower back and slid her panties off of her, revealing her smooth and shapely behind. Without further warning he reached for his cane and brought it down harshly against her cheeks. The force of it caused her to lurch forward, and he heard her softly cry out in pain. It wasn’t good enough. She needed to be screaming. He wound up again, and hit with all of his might, she cried out louder against the cloth. The thrashing continued, each harder than the one before. Marcus pulled the cloth out of her mouth. Her ass was already turning blue, and what wasn’t blue was crimson red, he knew she felt it.
“Beg for it to stop Bell and it will”
“Pllleeaassee stop…”she whispered out
“Please stop WHAT” Marcus thrashed down on her again and she screamed and rolled over slightly in pain.
“PLEASE STOP MASTER FLINT” she yelled out, crying softly afterwards. He rubbed gentle circles around her back with his hand.
“That wasn’t so hard now was it? Speaking of hard though, we’re not even CLOSE to being through here”