The Seduction

Lucky is the only one of these characters that is ours. J.K. Rowling would not do this to these sweet people.


Chapter 10 – Secrets and Mistress

“We need to talk.”

Lucky looked up from the article she was reading in the Daily Prophet. “What can I do for you, Lover?”

“That. We need to talk about that.” Ron began pacing in front of her. “Why did you...... How could you...... YOU WERE OVULATING!!”

“Ron, If you are concerned about that, don’t be. Harry and I have been trying for five years, and we still haven’t been able to get pregnant. I mean, we spent an entire week in bed, going at it like rabbits, but no cigar. What makes you think that one time with you is gonna do the trick?”

“BECAUSE I AM A WEASLY!!! WE LOOK AT WOMEN AND THEY GET PREGNANT!!! DO DO YOU THINK I HAVEN’T SLEPT WITH HERMIONE!??” He slapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide

Lucky leaned forward. “You and Hermione.....You haven’t........OH MY GOD!!!”

She leaned back and began laughing. Ron narrowed his eyes at her. “Shut up. Just shut up.”

“Oh, my god. That explains the lack of lasting power you had. Wait until I tell Harry!”

“NO!! NO TELLING Harry!!! Harry DOESN’T NEED TO KNOW!!!” Ron knew he was shouting again, and he took a step forward, tempted to throttle her.

She saw it coming, and rolled off the couch, running for the door. “Make me Ron.”

He was after her, all thoughts leaving his head, except to make her shut up.

She darted through the house, well versed with all the little nooks and crannies that she could hide in. She slid through the halls, the rooms, and finally up the stairs, hearing Ron breathing hard behind her.

She ran into the bedroom, flinging herself on the bed, to turn in time to see Ron follow, slamming the door behind him.

He pointed a finger at her, and growled, “You will NOT tell Harry.”

“I tell Harry everything.”

Ron stopped. “Everything?” His voice cracked.

“Well, maybe not everything, but enough.”

“So he doesn’t know what we did?”

“No more then I know what he was doing when he wasn’t home.” She lay back on the bed, and began playing with the hem of her skirt. “We have our secrets from each other.”

“How can you live like that?” Ron began moving towards the bed, his eyes on the hem of her skirt, watching as it began to climb up her thigh.

“It’s simple. I don’t ask him anything about his life when he isn’t with me, and he doesn’t ask me anything, unless I went into the office. Then he is very vocal.” She met his eyes. “See something you like, Ron?”

He swallowed, and bit his lip, tearing his eyes away from her legs. He heard the rustle of fabric, then felt a soft hand at his belt. “Come on Ron, it’s not so bad once you get used to it. You might even enjoy it.”

Ron closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, trying to grasp onto his control like a drowning man clutched at a rope in the water. But like water, it slipped through his grasp. He groaned and grabbed her, pulling her up to his mouth, parting her lips with his teeth before driving in with his tongue.

Just when he thought that he was in control, she pulled away, grig heg her wand in one hand, and wearing a very satisfied grin. She leaned back, and waved her wand, casting the spell without words, and Ron felt his body freeze.

“Now, Ron. We are going to play a game. It’s called, I am in control. You do everything I say.” She got off the bed, and began to remove his clothes. Soon he was naked, and she leaned back, inspecting him.

“A very nice specimen of maleness, if I do say so myself.” She ran her hand down his chest, and tugged on his prominent erection. “Very nice indeed.”

She cocked her head to the side, and smiled. “Now, follow me.”

Another wave of her wand accompanied her words, and Ron was free to move on his own. With out being forced he found himself following her. Lucky led him into the dressing room, and opened the closet door. Waving her hand in the direction of the closet, she ordered, “Now, find the leather corset.”

Ron began shifting through the robes, dresses, and skirts. In the very back, there was another rod, where lacy, leather, and silk things hung. There was a school girl’s outfit, a cat suit, a virginal shift, even an antique dress, complete with petticoats, all hung properly on their hooks. In the midst of all of these, there was a leather corset, clipped to a hanger, looking very out of place.

Ron grabbed the corset, and pulled out of the closet. Holding it up, he asked, “this one?”

Her eyes seemed to grow cold. Striding over to him, she pushed on his shoulders. “On your knees.” It was whispered, low, guttural, and he sucked in a breath as his knees began to give way.

She paced around him, running a finger over his shoulder.

The carpet was lush and soft beneath his bare knees, and the thought that Harry had had it installed to protect his wife’s knees fluttered through Ron’s mind, before being swept away as Lucky touched him again.

It was a brush, just a breath of air on his skin, caused by the movement of her hand. But it still sent him into shivers. She was drawing it out. Making him wait. And it sent the blood pounding through him.

She pulled away, and he turned his head around to look at her. She frowned and snapped, “Eyes forward, Weasley.”

He whipped his head around. He began to pant in anticipation. Oh, Merlin. She ord ordering him around, and he liked it.

She leaned down and tapped his chin. “Look at me, Ronald.”

Her voice was commanding, authoritative.

He was openly panting now, the heat searing him.

Lucky walked around him, her hands brushing his hair, his neck, his shoulders. She continued to circle him, seeming to clo closer with every turn she took. “You look so yummy on your knees. It makes me want to just eat you all up.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.” His voice sounded harsh, grating.

“SILENCE: You will not speak unless I ask you too. And then every sentence out of your mouth will end in ‘Mistress’, Understood?”

This was pushing his limits. Did she do this with Harry? “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy. Now, undress me, and no touching.”

She stood, expectant, and he started to rise to his feet. She frowned and snapped her fingers. “No. Stay on your knees.”

He nodded and began unbuttoning her blouse. It slid off her shoulders and puddled on the floor. She ignored it, and he wondered if he should pick it up. Deciding that he shouldn’t, he reached for the button on her skirt, sliding the zipper down. The skirt also slid to the floor, leaving her in stalkings, garter belt, and bra.

“Bra also, Ronald.”

He took a deep breath and reached for the front clasp, sighing as her breasts were revealed. Merlin, but they were ly! ly! His mouth watered as her raspberry nipples seemed to harden even more beneath his gaze.

She shrugged the bra straps off, and walked over to the corset. “Now, dress me.”

He followed, still on his knees, and began lacing her into the leather outfit. He leaned back and admired how it made her look. It lifted her breasts, and made them a pagan offering for his hands and mouth, but if he thought he was going to be allowed to touch her yet, he was sorely disappointed with her next words.

“Go find my boots.”

He moved back to the closet, and dug in the back, pondering over a pair of heels that obviously wouldn’t fit her, but were in Harry’s size..... He found a pair of leather boots, which when on her, would go to mid thigh, they had a sexy zipper that ran the length of them. He returned to her, and she held out one foot. He knew what she was asking, and slipped the boot on her foot. When he made to zip it up, she shook her head and shifted, holding out the other foot.

He swallowed and complied, his mouth going dry as she propped foo foot on the vanity bench. She crooked a finger at him, and ordered, “Now, zip them up. With your teeth.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He grasped the metal tab in his teeth and began tugging. Up up up her leg, negotiating the curve of her knee, and up to her thigh. He was so close he could see the wetness on her curls. If he leaned forward, he could touch her, and he began to move closer.

She popped him on the head. “NO.”

She moved and presented him with the other leg. “This one now.”

He repeated the ritual, again, tempted when he reached her curls.

She motioned for him to follow her, back into the bedroom, and she brought him to a halt in front of the bed.

Lucky ran her tongue over her teeth, and Ron felt himself shiver in anticipation.

“Now, I ustanstand that you need to be properly taught how to act around a woman. You have a tendency to be.....rather quick about it. You need to learn that something’s are better dragged out.” He could smell her. Taste her on the air. She moved closer and he could feel the heat radiating off of her.

“Isn’t that right, Ron?”

He didn’t know how to....perform? Play along Ron. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

He narrowed his eyes at that. Lucky grinned, and pushed down on his shoulders. “On your hands, Ron.”

Ron leaned forward, realizing the vulnerable position that he was now in. Her hands ran down his back, cupping the curve of his ass in her small cool hands. “Now these, these need to be properly spanked. Just look at the whiteness of them. A little red should make them glow. Don’t you think, Boy?”
he whe wasn’t saying what he thought she was saying was she?

Lucky’s hand caresses the mound of his ass then tightened into a full hand pinch. “Answer me Boy. You need to be punished don’t you?” Her nails dug into him and the paas sas so unexpectedly sweet he could barely remember what she asked.

“Yes Mistress” his voice was full of gravel and lust.

Her hand came down sharply, and he winced the feelings that followed. She didn’t let up, just smacked the other cheek, then the other, in a rhythm that he was soon caught up in. Then as soon as the pleasure began to swell from it, she stopped. He moaned as she moved away from his body, wanting her to continue.

It was funny, he had never thought that he would enjoy pain, but the spanking hadn’t hurt, just tingled. He sucking in each breath, feeling the heat on his backside.

“Now, Ronald You look properly chastised. After all, good Boys don’t sleep with their best friend’s wives, now do they?”

He ground his teeth together. “No, Mistress.”

She smiled, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Now. Come play.”

He eagerly crawled forward, and was met with her thighs parting.

Ron dived in, his face buried in the wet thatch.

He watched as she reached into the cups of the corset, and pulled out her breasts, fondling them as she watched him lick her. She seemed to be enjoying it. Maybe if he pleasured her sufficiently, she would let him fuck her, sink into her, loose himself in her.

Lucky moaned as he began to lap, and he smiled into her wetness. Oh, this he knew. He had done this before, and he knew how to do this.

She buried her hands in his hair, tugging, and he moaned. “Enough, Ronald.”

He fell back, panting. Oh, he wanted more.

Smiling, she stood up, on shaky legs, he noted with a grin. “On the bed, and lay back, hands behind your head.”

He paused, one hand on the bed. Looking up at her, he bit his lip.

“Oh, does Boy have a question?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Then ask it.”

“Do you do this with Harry, Mistress?” He wanted to know her answer, needed to hear it.

“Yes. But he doesn’t need so much instruction any more. He knows what is expected of him. On the bed.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He crawled up on the bed, and lay down, hands behind his head, as instructed. She walked around, climbing up to the bed, kneeling over him. Her wet thatch was over his straining erection, and he could feel her dripping on W With out thinking about it, he began to reach for her, wanting to pull her down on him.

She frowned and grabbed his hands. “NO. I told you to keep your hands behind your head. Now you don’t get your treat.”

He moaned, and bit his lip as she crawled off him. She leaned down and opened a drawer in the night stand, pulling out a pink plastic thing, shaped like a man’s penis. She waved it over his head, letting him look his fill.

“I was going to let you be in me when I came, but now that you proved you can’t behave, I am just going to make you watch.”

She placed one foot on the bed, near his armpit, and slid the toy down her body. Slipping one finger in her mouth, she bit it, moaning as she pushed the toy into her body. Ron couldn’t blink, could barely breath, as he watched her part and suck the plastic dildo inside her. She threw back her head and began thrusting with the pink monstrosity, her body making wet, sucking sounds, as she pleasured herself.

It wasn’t long before she began to orgasm, her free hand holding the wall, and her legs shaking, the plastic toy still moving due to the rhythmic movements of her hand.

He watched as her vagina rippled, clenching on the plastic, as her cries of completion reached his ears.

He wanted to be the toy, wanted to be so deep in her, wanted to feel her come around him. He began to drip, his erection leaking as he watched. His hands were clenched behind his head on the pillow, in an effort to not grab her and place her on his weeping erection.

She heaved a sigh, and pulled the toy from her body, the wet sucking sounds filling the room.

Lucky looked down at him, a savage smile on her face, and Ron began to plead.

“Please, please, Mistress, please fuck me.”

She leaned forward, and kissed him on his forehead. “Good boy.”

She dropped the toy by his head, and he could smell the warmed plastic, scented with her essences.

Lucky swung her leg over his hip, and held his cock up straight. Ron fought to keep from coming as she touched him. It was so hard, ready for her. One hand placed on his chest, the other on his cock, she gave one last order, as shbbedbbed herself on the tip of his erection.

“You will not cum, until I tell you to. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.” It was the last thing he said as she sank down on him, enveloping him in her wet depths.

Her head went back, then tilted on her neck, a grimace crossing her face, before she threw it forward, her eyes boring into his. Her hand slid up his chest to his collar bone, where her nails dug in.

He could feel them breaking the skin, and he moaned, feeling not pain, but pleasure. She was marking him as her own, her property.

She smiled evilly and began to bounce on his cock, the organ swimming in her ocean of pleasure.

The heels of her boots dug into his thighs, just before her body clamped down on his. He remembered her order, and gritted his teeth to keep from coming. She kept bouncing, crying as she continued to climax.

He panted and began to beg. “Please, please, please, let me come, let me come, please Mistress....”

She leaned forward, and whispered above his lips. “Now, Ronald. Come.”

He thrust his hips up, and let go, tears running down his cheeks as he exploded. It seemed to go on forever, draining him, leaving him hollow. Somewhere above him, he heard her scream, and her body clamped down on his one final time.

He went limp, and tried to breathe.

Lucky leaned forward, panting. “Good Boy.”

He was finally trained.

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A/N Five more chapters and few more surprises. hehehehehehehe