Welcome to Cloud Nine

Ron had found out Brian’s address from the report Harry had done. He showed up the next morning and knocked firmly. He hadn’t been able to convince Pansy to spend the night, but he did manage to let her allow Harry to put a stronger ward on her home.



The door opened and there dressed in plain jeans and a white t shirt stood Brian Hanover, the man who had become the bane on Ron’s existence. He gave a light chuckle. “So, she sent out the cavalry.” He stepped aside and let Ron enter. He seemed to have been expecting this.



“Well, she didn’t object when I said I was going to talk to you.” Ron didn’t remove his cloak. His wand was at the ready underneath it, but to be honest with himself, it probably wasn’t needed. Brian wasn’t stupid enough to try something against a man stronger than him. Ron however took the time to assess his opponent.



It was evident that Brian made his living with his brain. He was tall but far from rugged or bulky. He had a thin frame and very little muscle mass. His hair was slightly wavy and neatly trimmed. He was clean shaven and from the looks of his complexion, had baby soft skin. He stood with a slight arrogance of someone who thought he was superior then others.



“I know about the visit you paid her. She told you to leave and you refused.” Ron started.



“A woman says no, she means yes. You’re a man, surely you’ve come across that objection a time or two.” Brian said.



“I take it seriously when there’s a wand involved. She made her wishes clear to you and you’ll respect them.” Ron said with a harshness in his voice that Brian just grinned at.



“I respect Pansy. I stayed away when she panicked the first time, but now that I know what she needs I can give it to her. She probably didn’t know back then.” Ron was hoping this man lifted a fist just once.



“You have no idea what she needs.” Ron told him.



‘Come on. She goes to Cloud Nine. It’s evident what she needs.” He took a step closer. “The upper levels are hard to resist. Especially floor six.”



Ron’s heart sped up. Floor six was full of rooms for hard core S&M behavior. Sever bondage, blood play, urine and scat, whippings, master slave situations even brandings. “Pansy hasn’t been to the upper levels and she doesn’t want to.” He said.



“She may not now, but she will, it’s only a matter of time. Think about it. When she first went there, she probably just watched what was going on. It most likely took some time before she decided she wanted to participate in anything. That was how she was in our relationship. Anytime I wanted to try something new she had to think on it. This is the same thing. All she needs is the right guide through the levels and she will love it.” Brian spoke with a confidence that unnerved Ron.



“And you think you can be her guide?” Ron challenged. “Me and her have something special and you aren’t going to interfere.”



“Is that so?” Brian said, returning his challenge. “Have you ever wondered how far me and Pansy may have gone had she not been afraid of herself?”



‘She was afraid of you.” Ron threw back.



“She was afraid of herself and her own desires. She didn’t know anything about what she wanted. She was nervous and intimidated. Had she let me talk to her afterward, I would have been able to calm her down and she would have been able to think about it. She a woman, and just like any woman she gets emotional when overloaded.” He gave a shrug. “I admit, maybe I didn’t ease her into it the way she needed, but had she relaxed, we could have had fun.”



“You stay clear from her. She doesn’t want your talks or your guidance. I will not step aside and watch you try and tale something from me.” Ron was turning into the Alpha-male, but he didn’t care. Brian’s words made sense. If Pansy had been approached calmly by him, the way Ron asked her for something, would they still be together? He was right about her manner too. Pansy was one who liked to observe before attempting anything. He forced himself to think of the report and that this man didn’t care about her.



“Pansy should be the one to make that decision don’t you think?” His smug grin ate at Ron’s control. His jealousy rose but he controlled it.



“I think she has made it, or was her wand not enough of a clue?” Ron hadn’t moved at all. His glare and stance remained firm. “Lay one hand on her and you will be sorry.” With his final words delivered, he turned and left, apparating away.



He reappeared in front of Pansy’s house and the wards allowed him through. The door opened and he walked in, watching Pansy fold her washing. He smiled to her and joined her on the couch, reaching in and grabbing a pair of knickers.



“Thanks, I can handle this.” She pulled the flimsy garment out of his hands. “So how did it go?” She asked resuming her folding.



“He’s an arrogant little shit isn’t he?” Ron said, smiling at her laughter.



“Yes, he is.” She agreed. “Did he give you a hard time?”



“He tried. Some cock and bull about you needing a guide to the upper levels.” He watched her as she slowed down.



“Aren’t the upped levels more extreme then the ones you showed me?” She asked.



“Yes. They are for people who have unique tastes. They are also dangerous to anyone who isn’t sure. They can be scary and its not a decision to be made lightly. Going there because a partner asked you isn’t enough. It has to be a desire of yours and you have to understand the rules before going. Brian doesn’t care about rules. His main desire is control and power and with a partner who isn’t prepared or willing, then that’s a dangerous combination.” Ron told her.



“Are the upper levels protected? Surely the hostess wouldn’t allow them without some safety precaution?” She asked remembering the rules about consent.



“Yes, there are charms and house elves patrol when there is genuine danger. All someone had to do is call out, ‘I do not consent to be here’ and they are instantly released from anything and house elves appear to assist them. I have a feeling this is something Brian doesn’t know or care about.” He let out a sigh. “He will contact you again, rest assured. I don’t think he was too put off by what I said to him.”



“I didn’t think he would be. It’s good that he knows he isn’t going to be unchallenged.” She took the basket, walking to her bedroom with Ron following. “At least this way, he knows he’s up against a team and not a woman alone.”



As she filled her dresser drawers, Ron slipped his arms around her from behind. “That’s right. I will protect you.”



“My hero.” She chuckled.



Ron took her shoulders and turned her around. “I mean it, I will always protect you.”



“I know you will.” She stood on her toes and kissed him, laughing into his lips as he raised her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist and opened her mouth, letting his tongue plunge into her.



She knew she was moving and it was no surprise when she was hurled into her bed. Clothes were frantically ripped off and tossed away. It amazed her how Ron’s kiss could bring out this reaction in her. They were a pair of randy animals and they used each others bodies to delight.



She was flipped over on her knees and pulled toward him. She spread her knees and arched her back, presenting him with what he wanted and his groan filled her soul. He plunged so deep and hard that Pansy was thrown forward as she gasped. His was strong, and his grip hard on her hips. She was pulled back again and again as he thrust forward. Her cries sound like pain but Ron knew better. She loved a hard fucking just like he did.



Pansy looked over her shoulder and saw his whole body flexing at he drove his body into her. Rolling to her side, Ron watched her and she settled onto her back and lifted one leg in the air. Pulling his closer, she grabbed his knees and he let her place him in position. He ended up straddling her leg. Taking her hips in hand he slid back into her. His knees were close to her hips now and with her other leg over his shoulder, he was deep inside her.



He took her hands in his and pulled her closer as he pushed. He picked up speed and her breasts began bouncing around. She was glorious when she was letting ecstasy fill her. Her mouth was open, letting her sighs and moans escape. She pulled in his hands as well, urging her lover on to take her.



“You are a hot one Pansy.” He told her as he leaned over her, still holding her leg on his shoulder. She was stretched wide apart and pulling on his shoulders.



“Ron, please……” She gasped out.



“Anything my lady wants.” He thrust a hand between their bodies and searched for her button, rolling his finger over it. Pansy began to cry out, shrieking loudly. Her body clenched down on his. “That’s is love, come on.”



Ron’s voice washed over her and sent her over the edge. She clutched at his shoulders as he began fucked her harder. Her orgasm filled her whole being as she was ridden harder and harder. Ron’s groan echoed in her room as he too found what he was looking for.



Collapsing together on the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs, the two panted and waited for their second wind to come back. Each carrying an expression of bliss. Ron was the first to rise, lifting his weight on his elbow and looking down at her.



“I was clean a moment ago, now I’m sweaty.” She teased, flicking of lock of his hair away from his temple.



“Well it’s a good thing you did the washing then isn’t it?” He teased back.



“I need a shower.” She rose and hurried to her bathroom.



“I’ll join you.” Ron said after a moment and hurried after her. Giggles and kisses sounded from the bathroom for some time.







Later that evening at dinner, Ron continued his quest. “I still think you should move in with me. It would be safer for you.”



“Ron we’ve been through this before. I want to move in for the right reasons.’ She said, as she ate her meal.



“They are the right reasons. I do want to live with you, and I do want you with me in the morning and at night, but you have to admit that it would be safer with me.”



“Yes, I do admit that Ron, but if Brian had never shown up, we wouldn’t even be talking about living together.” She countered.



“Yes we would. We feel something for each other and that makes it special. Whether or not we did it sooner or later doesn’t matter. We would still be talking about it.” He rose and helped her clean up.



Pansy thought about what he was saying as she washed dishes, and he dried and put them away. He knew he way around a kitchen and often joined her to cook and clean up. It seems a comfort to each of them to work as a team on something so simple and everyday. He helped her with housecleaning too, as she did when she was at his home.



Everyday tasks round her home seemed more enjoyable with Ron around and she loved the full weekend they had together. She did agree to another one and was looking forward to it. Maybe living with Ron was a good step to consider. They seemed to fit together in many ways, and Pansy found herself smiling as she thought of sharing a home.



“Good thought?” Ron asked beside her, dropping a dishrag on the counter.



“They may be.” She said facing him. “I need to think about it a bit though.”



“I understand.” He said, then left for home. He was reluctant to leave but he knew he had to give Pansy her space to think.



Pansy had a hard time sleeping that night. Her thoughts ran from what it would be like to live with him, to the future. Would they eventually get married. Would they have children? Had he thought this far ahead?



She knew what she had to do. She always felt better after a girls talk with her friends. They seemed to bring up answers and thoughts she missed, and having another female to talk to always helped.



Setting her mind to owl her friends tomorrow, Pansy let sleep take hold.