Forbidden Pleasure

Harry’s hands ached of rope burn. His wrists were raw, red and slightly bleeding. Harry had never felt so alive. Naked and confused he yanked at the rope tying him unwillingly to the four-poster bed. He felt so violated. No-one had ever been so rough with him before. His head was spinning, he wasn’t sure if it was from confusion or pure bliss.

Harry’s hair was ruffled, sweaty and sticking to his face. He panted, begging for mercy. He had absolutely no mobility except for his head, which could only just see around the Slytherin dormitory.
Harry had no memory of how he had gotten there. He gave up trying to free himself, it was just making his wrists ache more. Harry tried to lift his head to look around the dormitory, no-one was there. All he could hear was his own breathing, quick and deep.
“Where the fuck are you? What do you want from me? Wh-“ Harry screamed.

He was cut off short by footsteps. Fast-paced. Whoever it was, they were in a hurry.
Harry was extremely confused. Why was he tied naked to a Slytherin bed? Who did this to him? How? When?
The footsteps ceased, harry heard the door creak wide open, he closed his eyes, he didn’t want to know, he just wanted whatever it was that was going to happen to him to be over.

The person ran over to the bed and shook harry.
“harry! You’ve got to get out of here! You have no idea what he is going to do to you.”
Harry opened his eyes, and looked up into the face of Crabbe.

“Wha-?” started harry

“I can’t explain, but what you did, well he is getting pay-back! Look, just get out of here! Trust me!” Said Crabbe, thrusting a pocket knife into Harry’s hand.

“Why should i?”

“Because you just have to!” And with that said Crabbe left Harry’s side, leaving the dormitory.
Harry re-positioned the knife in his hand, he tried to cut at the rope, He managed to get just half way through when the door slammed open, startling harry. He dropped the knife, as it fell, it sliced the flesh on his inner arm. Leaving a small trail of blood to trickle down his arm and on to the bed sheets.
Slam. Silence. Darkness.
The room echoed every pant of Harry’s.

Harry’s head was spinning. He had no idea what was going on. He heard the shuffling of feet, the exhaling from the other person in the room. Harry squinted his eyes, he couldn’t make anything out. He felt the weight of the bed shift, as the other person crept over to his tied up body.
Harry felt a hand stroke his face, caressing his facial features, slowly the hand moved down to his chin, down his neck, rubbing past his stubble, down his sweaty chest, rubbed past his nipples, and down to his belly button, the unknown person was teasing him, stroking his belly, rubbing his fingertips over the sensitive spots.

Harry was still, very unsure what was going on. Enjoying the feeling of the unknown.

The touch alone felt very masculine, the person had a musky scent to them, intoxicating harry, making him numb, and vulnerable. The touch was so enthralling, and being bound harry had no objection but to be completely overcome by forbidden pleasure.
Harry felt himself throb. He was getting hard.
“Do you like that? Do you like to feel violated?” Came a voice from the darkness beside him.

Harry lifted his head, he knew that voice, that chilling voice. The person climbed on top of harry, the first thing harry noticed when the boy climbed on top of him was that he was naked. Stark naked, he felt the boy’s ass rub just above his pubic region, teasing him. The boy bent over Harry’s torso, grabbed his head and forced his head to the side. Harry could still see yet nothing, but feel the touch of the unknown person. Harry felt a hot breathe on his neck, breathing heavily into his ear, he felt the boy lick down his neck, along his shoulder, in one slow movement.
Harry enjoyed this so much, he had no choice but to let the boy do what he was doing. His fists clenched around the rope, brought on by absolute pleasure. The boy continued to lick at Harry’s neck. When suddenly, as if the boy had been searching for it, he felt the boys teeth sink deep into Harry’s neck. Harry tried to scream but no noise came out, the pain was pleasurable.

Harry felt the other boy drain him of his blood. Felt him suck at his neck. It was an intense moment. Harry didn’t know what he had feared, there was nothing fearful happening, except this moment of pure bliss. The boy had finished draining his neck, he sat back up on to Harry’s stomach.

“How about a bit of light now?” Breathed the boy.

Harry felt the boy lean over to look for something, a wand.

“Lumos”.
A pale blue light showed harry who his perpetrator was. Blonde hair draped over the boy’s face. The pale-ness of the boys flesh was radiated from the light coming from the wand. Harry stared into the dark black eyes, stared through the soul of the boy, slowly his eyes fell to the open mouth of the boy, pearly white teeth, surrounding large fangs, the razor sharp ends were dripping in Harry’s blood. Licking at the fangs and getting rid of the last drops of blood, the boy retracted his fangs, and writhed as he felt them slide back up into his gums. Once harry had snapped back to reality, and had stopped marvelling over the boy he realised who was straddling him. Draco Malfoy.

“So how do you like your payback so far?” Spat Malfoy.

“What did I do, Was it bad? Cos I’m receiving such, good punishment!” Harry whimpered back.

“You spoke ill of my family. You filthy mudblood.” Draco said foully.

“Why did you do this to me then? Tease me like you did?” Harry whimpered, expecting the worse.

“I never expected you to like it…” Draco raised his right hand and backhanded harry across the cheek “… this much.”

The sound of a hard “thwack” echoed around the dark dungeon room. Harry spat blood, he felt the blood rush to his cheek, feel the warmth, spreading throughout his face. He felt the taste of blood in his mouth. Draco definitely had a point, he himself didn’t know he would like it this much.

“How, dare you speak ill of my family like that! How dare you!” Spat Malfoy.

He bent down to kiss Harry’s lips, hovering just above them to taunt him, he breathed heavily, harry lifted his head to take the kiss but Draco backed away, his fangs retracting In and out, making harry feel so dirty.

“I don’t like people talking about my family that way harry.” Said Draco as he dealt out another slap, making Harry’s nose bleed.

“But I’m willing to forgive you.” Said Draco.

Draco threw his wand to the side of the bed, leaving just enough light to see what they were doing. Draco bit on Harry’s nipples, sending sharp jolts of pain through harry. Harry was becoming somewhat of a masochist and he didn’t even know it.

“Draco, I’m sorry, please forgive me.” Panted Harry

“Fine. But I get to do anything to you, and you can’t complain.”

“Oh trust me. I won’t.”