…oh good grief.
Theo smiled at the response he received from her, knowing that she was well under his own control, and with that confirmation he brought his hand to her cheek as he leant forward and he gently kissed her lips, though only for a single and small moment, before he pulled away and whispered onto her lips. “That’s right; you will do anything for me… but hearing that isn’t enough.” He let out a small chuckle then, and with that he slowly pulled off the tie covering her vision, and with a smile he spoke once more.
“Prove it, love.” He said simply as he trailed the crop over her body in a teasing way, though before she could even speak he smacked the crop down, very gently, against her lips as his eyes lit up with hopeful anticipation. “The rules still apply though, don’t forget…”
Her body arched to reach into the kiss, wanting so much to feel his lips against her own; the moment did not last long. But it had appeared that her words had done the trick; she’d managed to say precisely the correct thing. The material across her eyes slipped off, and natural flight flooded across her eyelids as she gingerly fluttered her lashes, allowing her eyes to adjust to the scenery. She scanned Theo’s features; her body ached in yearning for him. Dominique wished to only please him, as he had always pleased her; now was her opportunity to show him precisely how much she loved him, and needed him. Without words, of course.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t use her mouth though. Dominique slipped down to her knees, and looked up at him through her lashes. With her hands behind her back, still cuffed together, Dominique could only handle the situation in one way. She took the zipper of his trousers between her teeth, pulling down slowly, not taking her eyes off of him. Her mouth made quick work of the button, and the belt holding his trousers together. When she had taken care of that, Dominique was free to do something she did best. Her tongue trailed across his length, as she judged for an immediate reaction from him.
Theo simply watched as she became adjusted to the light, and he stayed perfectly silent and still for his own amusement. She was quick to act, however, as she soon began a trail downward, and Theo couldn’t help but smirk. All in all, the teasing was much like a two-edged sword; it affected both her, and him, and he had been aching for some attention for some time now, though for the sake of the game did he continue on.
Now, however, it would change, for using her mouth and her mouth only, he quickly became bare to her, and she didn’t hold back for even a single moment. Shivers travelled through him as he felt her tongue lick across his throbbing member which had been seeking such attention for so long, yet he daren’t give her the full satisfaction just yet. Glancing down at her, he raised an eyebrow in playful curiosity as he waited for her movements.
Theo couldn’t help but smirk at her response; exactly what he had wanted from her, and he was quick to react about it. Almost immediately his hands dug harshly into her skin, before he removed them completely from her body, only to produce the crop once more, and with a firm swing, he made the leather crash against her chest, leaving a slight red mark. Part of Theo felt bad, though he reminded himself that he’d make up for it later on.
“I told you not to speak!” He yelled in an authoritative tone, though moments after his demeanour turned soft and seductive. “So naughty…” He purred out the words as he allowed the crop to trail against her skin once more, and he took a moment to relish in the sight of her as he spoke his usual teasing words. “How does it feel; to have no input whatsoever? How does it feel, Miss Weasley? How does it feel to be denied the release you so desperately crave…” He whispered those last words, hoping to create frustration within her, which would only make things that much more interesting for him.
“What are you going to do about that, hmm? What will you do to me, to get what you desire? Nothing? No… because you’re oh so naughty… you have something up there, surely.”
From the moment her lips had allowed a sound to trespass into the air, Dominique knew she would be immediately punished. She cringed inwardly, bracing herself for a harsh blow with the leather crop; her expectation followed suit quickly. The slap of leather against skin echoed in her ears, as sharp pain stung at the flesh of her chest, close to her tender breasts. Dominique inhaled sharply, her breath stuttering between her teeth. She wished to contain the whimpers that were coming from her lips, to remain strong and poised, but her body was not willing to listen to her.
Theo’s sharp words only furthered the shivers cascading through her body. His whispers filled her mind, his questions leaving her mind reeling. She was so unfulfilled; a yearning need was burning within her, and Theo was only stoking the flames of her impassioned lust. She wanted his lips on every inch of her skin, and his fingers upon every crevice of her body. Dominique not only craved, but needed, Theo in every way possible, to fulfill her desires. “It feels as if…I’m enduring a harsh punishment, sir. I feel as if I’m coming undone. I don’t know if I’ll manage to survive…” Dominique moaned to him, offering the best explanation she could give.
Dominique was in such a position that she was willing to do almost anything to get what she wanted. She was willing to say anything, and perform any act to free herself from the growing tension within her. “I’ll do anything sir!” She called out quickly to him. “Anything sir would like me to do.” She said with a nod of her head. “I can service you with my mouth…” Dominique said with a lick of her lips. “…or you can use my body in every possible way. You can bend me over, and take advantage of me. Whatever you wish sir…” Dominique’s voice slipped into a moan. She was desperate for his touch. “Please….”
Theo smiled at the response he received from her, knowing that she was well under his own control, and with that confirmation he brought his hand to her cheek as he leant forward and he gently kissed her lips, though only for a single and small moment, before he pulled away and whispered onto her lips. “That’s right; you will do anything for me… but hearing that isn’t enough.” He let out a small chuckle then, and with that he slowly pulled off the tie covering her vision, and with a smile he spoke once more.
“Prove it, love.” He said simply as he trailed the crop over her body in a teasing way, though before she could even speak he smacked the crop down, very gently, against her lips as his eyes lit up with hopeful anticipation. “The rules still apply though, don’t forget…”
Her legs quivered involuntarily, attempting to close, but Theo’s firm grip on her thighs kept them open and sturdy. Dominique’s body slumped against the wall, her neck arched, head thrown back. She was giving away to him, and the pleasure he was forcing on her body Moans stuck deep in her throat,…
When Theo heard her response he found himself smiling and nodding to nobody in particular as he spoke. “Good girl.” This would be the time that their real game would begin, and Theo would most definitely make sure that by the end of it, it would simply be a moment that would stay with the two of them for the rest of their lives.
With a chuckle, he approached her slowly, removing the crop from her body as his hands instead moved to work at the buttons of her shirt, undoing each of them one by one, step by step to simply add to the teasing. Further added that she could not see nor touch him himself, Theo knew that he most definitely had the upper hand in the situation, and of course he was going to use it to the best of his ability. When the buttons were all undone, the crop was brought forward once more, and was used to slide the flimsy fabric off of her, and he smirked as he began to speak.
“Remember now…” He said softly as his hands gently caressed her upper body, running across the smooth skin until he came to the fabric of her bra, and with a single motion he grabbed and ripped it clean off of her, without even a moment’s hesitation. His hands then cupped each breast harshly, squeezing and pulling as he pushed her further into the cool stone wall. “Silence.”
Dominique straightened her shoulders, readying herself for their little game. She knew she could handle his toying; partially because she didn’t mind the sharp sting of a crop against her skin. In fact, the moment the leather had first come in contact with her already sensitive flesh, Dominique had become undone all over again. She could feel Theo’s presence in front of her, his hands upon her, but in front of her eyes was a faint darkness she struggled against. Dominique’s ears strained to hear anything which would make up for the lack in other senses at the moment, but it did not help to predict his actions.
She felt her buttons being undone slowly, popping open beneath his fingers. One by one they were unclasped, her blouse parting for him. She felt cool air on her bare skin, as the flimsy material slipped from her body, leaving her further exposed to the harsh leather Theo’s hands wielded. His hands raked her body, tracing circular motions across her abdomen and chest. Shivers raked through Dominique, her entire body plagued with goosebumps, but her lips remained fiercely shut; moans were held back with precision. She stayed silent.
But when the last remaining material that was shielding her top from him was torn off her body violently, Dominique gasped loudly. Her nipples hardened immediately to the quick exposure. There was no lenience in his actions; all shreds of gentleness were ripped away. His fingers immediately began to kneed at her soft mounds harshly. He groped her breasts tightly, applying as much strength as was necessary to illicit a reaction from Dominique. She could not stop the cry of shocked pain that rang from her lips, echoing between them; only to be replaced by a weak moan as she was forced back into the wall.
She had broken the rules already.
Theo couldn’t help but smirk at her response; exactly what he had wanted from her, and he was quick to react about it. Almost immediately his hands dug harshly into her skin, before he removed them completely from her body, only to produce the crop once more, and with a firm swing, he made the leather crash against her chest, leaving a slight red mark. Part of Theo felt bad, though he reminded himself that he’d make up for it later on.
“I told you not to speak!” He yelled in an authoritative tone, though moments after his demeanour turned soft and seductive. “So naughty…” He purred out the words as he allowed the crop to trail against her skin once more, and he took a moment to relish in the sight of her as he spoke his usual teasing words. “How does it feel; to have no input whatsoever? How does it feel, Miss Weasley? How does it feel to be denied the release you so desperately crave…” He whispered those last words, hoping to create frustration within her, which would only make things that much more interesting for him.
“What are you going to do about that, hmm? What will you do to me, to get what you desire? Nothing? No… because you’re oh so naughty… you have something up there, surely.”
Her legs quivered involuntarily, attempting to close, but Theo’s firm grip on her thighs kept them open and sturdy. Dominique’s body slumped against the wall, her neck arched, head thrown back. She was giving away to him, and the pleasure he was forcing on her body Moans stuck deep in her throat,…
When Theo heard her response he found himself smiling and nodding to nobody in particular as he spoke. “Good girl.” This would be the time that their real game would begin, and Theo would most definitely make sure that by the end of it, it would simply be a moment that would stay with the two of them for the rest of their lives.
With a chuckle, he approached her slowly, removing the crop from her body as his hands instead moved to work at the buttons of her shirt, undoing each of them one by one, step by step to simply add to the teasing. Further added that she could not see nor touch him himself, Theo knew that he most definitely had the upper hand in the situation, and of course he was going to use it to the best of his ability. When the buttons were all undone, the crop was brought forward once more, and was used to slide the flimsy fabric off of her, and he smirked as he began to speak.
“Remember now…” He said softly as his hands gently caressed her upper body, running across the smooth skin until he came to the fabric of her bra, and with a single motion he grabbed and ripped it clean off of her, without even a moment’s hesitation. His hands then cupped each breast harshly, squeezing and pulling as he pushed her further into the cool stone wall. “Silence.”
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He was ruthless in terms of his tongue; allowing it to trace each and every part of her most sensitive areas to simply watch her crumble before him. Despite him not getting the intended reaction, he had other tricks up his sleeve that kept him going, and although she refused to speak out, he could see and feel that her body was giving into the pleasure, which was exactly what he needed. His tongue darted in and out, bringing her towards the peak of euphoric bliss, until suddenly…
“That’s enough.” He said, and without so much as a single warning he pulled himself away from her completely, smirking as he did so. He then stepped away from her, leaving her against the wall as he kept his eyes on her, waiting to see her reaction from the sudden stop. His fingers, still coated with her taste, came to his mouth and he teasingly placed them inside, only to suck them clean; free of her taste once more.
“Hmm… You’re rather stubborn, Miss Weasley.” He stated, still keeping in role with their little game of sorts as he let out a small tsk, as well as a shake of his head. “Simply won’t do; we’ll have to fix that.” With that, his hands then travelled downward from his lips, instead focusing on the black tie around his neck, which he quickly whipped off with a single skilled hand. Once done, he approached her and quickly tied the fabric around her eyes, shielding her sight, only to heighten the teasing game even more so.
“We’ll see now, seeing as you enjoy being silent, how long you can keep it up for, before you simply burst.” He let out a small chuckle as he then produced a familiar tool; a riding crop, only this time it was he who was in control. Given that her sight was taken from her, Theo simply began running the end of the crop across her skin as he spoke. “Let’s play a game, Miss Weasley, called Silent. If you so much as make a single noise out of term, well…” He put pressure onto the crop then, showing her exactly what would happen should she break his rules. Another smirk came across his lips as he leant forward, whispering once more. “And who knows… if you’re good, I may let you go with a… minor punishment.” He chuckled, allowing his lips to dust her own, before he pulled at her hair once more. “But you’re far from good, Miss Weasley. Oh no, you’re oh so very naughty… but we’ll fix that.” Knowing that his point was fully proven, he backed away from her once more, fully, before he spoke a final time.
“Do I make myself clear?”
Theo continued onward, watching as she became more and more frantic. As she looked back, he couldn’t help but wonder what she thought of all this; of him, dressed up, chasing her just as she did him so long ago. Heck, even he was a little confused be it; never had he…
It was the exact thing he wanted to hear; her retaliation once more, and the thought of what he had in mind made the smirk that was already present on his face grow even more so. He let out a soft chuckle as he pushed away from her being, leaving her defenceless and unable to run, though she wouldn’t need to be able to defend or run in this situation. In fact, Theo hoped for quite the opposite.
He turned her around, first of all; pinning her back to the stone wall and keeping her cornered once again. He then took a single moment to rake his eyes over her being, finalising his plans for her, before he nodded his head to give himself the go ahead, without nerves interfering. It didn’t take him much longer, therefore, for him to fist his hand into the fabric of his shirt as he leaned forward, keeping her well under his own control which he simply refused to lose in the situation.
“I can’t make you scream?” He inquired in a teasing yet tough tone, showing that he was keeping to their game. The doubts of hurting her or the idea of her not enjoying it were diminishing rapidly now, so much so that Theo was now beginning to simply relax and enjoy what they were doing together, for deep down he knew that, either way, it would be a moment the two of them would never forget. He cast his gaze downward as he then allowed his hand to maneuver downward, avoiding all sources of fabric and weaving in and out of crevices until finally he came to the elastic of her skirt, to which his hand quickly snaked into. His eyes snapped back up then, facing her completely and utterly as he continued on his intended path, simply relying on the source of the heat that came from her core to guide him. He found it pretty soon, however, and with a smirk still plastered to his face, he sllowed a single finger to teasingly trace her slit.
“…watch me.”
He was quick to show that he was more than what she perceived him to be; all bark and no bite. Instead, he was intending on showing quite the opposite to her, by giving her exactly what she wanted… within reason. Just moments after his teasing touch, he plunged a single finger right into her heat, followed quickly by a second finger, before he began moving them in and out of her with no mercy shown on his face. His fingers curled inside her, pushing her onward as he kept her firmly planted to the wall, watching and waiting with bated breath.
Her forehead rested against the wall, her body arching against Theo’s, as he pressed her forward; she was waiting for his next move. Dominique’s nature forced her to continue her helpless struggle against her restraints; surely the amount of tugging she was doing on her wrists would cause marks, or even worse, a bruise or two. With a whimper her arms went slack, when she realized she wasn’t doing herself any good. A moment of fear ran through her; what would he do to her, to her very willing and ready body?
Suddenly, Dominique was whirled around without any control of herself, and pushed back into the wall, her arms still behind her. Her head hit against the stone, and she let out a small moan through her lips, before harshly closing them. She eyed Theo tentatively, unsure of what his roaming hands were doing; but Dominique was in no position to question, or stop his groping of her various curves. A hand slipped under her skirt haphazardly, and Dominique was forced to bite hard on her lip to avoid making a single noise. Any sort of signal of pain or pleasure would mean surely losing their game; she wouldn’t give in so very easily.
But Theo’s hand didn’t stop to merely run over her knickers, or trail across the bare skin of her thighs; the wandering hand found its’ way directly underneath Dominique’s undergarments. She braced herself against the wall, planting her feet, as her legs involuntarily spread; she could sense where this was ending. A gentle caress of her slit caused a sharp intake of breath, but she prepared herself for the continuation of such teasing touches. What she had not counted on was the harsh penetration that occurred next; a gasp of shocking pain hung in the air. As his hand continued to penetrate further though, pain melted into a hungry, if not harsh, pleasure. Theo was moving in and out of her much quicker than he had ever before; he was learning quickly apparently.
Dominique felt new pressure against her inner walls; his fingers pressing hard against her most sensitive area. To avoid a scream, she bit so hard on her lip that she felt the familiar taste of blood soak into her mouth, mixing with saliva. She looked into the depths of Theo’s eyes and could see the pure enjoyment he was feeling in the moment. Smugness radiated from him. Her eyes squeezed shut; a mantra of not giving in repeated in her mind.
“You’ll have to do better than that….” She whimpered hastily.
Despite her words, which weren’t very strong at all, he continued on with his rough movements, knowing that eventually they would make her come undone. He allowed his eyes to roam across her face, watching every move she made to signal whether or not she truly enjoyed such movements or not, though from his judgement, he knew that she was.
Nevertheless, her teasing did get to him, and it caused him to curl his fingers even further, thrust even harder, and attempt to make her come crumbling down before him. As he kept his fingers thrusting, he began a slow journey downward, remembering past events and knowing how much she truly enjoyed what he had in mind for her. He smirked at the sheer thought of it as his knees came into contact with the ground, yet his fingers continued to pump effortlessly against her.
Using his free hand, he pushed the fabric aside, leaving him face to face with his intended target, already occupied by his own fingers. Looking up to smirk at her, he quickly removed his fingers from her, making it harsh and quick, only to replace them with his own tongue, which dove right into her core, flicking and licking furiously at every possible crevice she held, tasting the sweet elixir that poured from her once more. His hands forced her legs open wider, allowing him further entry into her as he kept her pinned up to the wall, right where he wanted her. There was no need for words now; now, he would work, and get the reaction he was hoping for.
Theo continued onward, watching as she became more and more frantic. As she looked back, he couldn’t help but wonder what she thought of all this; of him, dressed up, chasing her just as she did him so long ago. Heck, even he was a little confused be it; never had he…
It was the exact thing he wanted to hear; her retaliation once more, and the thought of what he had in mind made the smirk that was already present on his face grow even more so. He let out a soft chuckle as he pushed away from her being, leaving her defenceless and unable to run, though she wouldn’t need to be able to defend or run in this situation. In fact, Theo hoped for quite the opposite.
He turned her around, first of all; pinning her back to the stone wall and keeping her cornered once again. He then took a single moment to rake his eyes over her being, finalising his plans for her, before he nodded his head to give himself the go ahead, without nerves interfering. It didn’t take him much longer, therefore, for him to fist his hand into the fabric of his shirt as he leaned forward, keeping her well under his own control which he simply refused to lose in the situation.
“I can’t make you scream?” He inquired in a teasing yet tough tone, showing that he was keeping to their game. The doubts of hurting her or the idea of her not enjoying it were diminishing rapidly now, so much so that Theo was now beginning to simply relax and enjoy what they were doing together, for deep down he knew that, either way, it would be a moment the two of them would never forget. He cast his gaze downward as he then allowed his hand to maneuver downward, avoiding all sources of fabric and weaving in and out of crevices until finally he came to the elastic of her skirt, to which his hand quickly snaked into. His eyes snapped back up then, facing her completely and utterly as he continued on his intended path, simply relying on the source of the heat that came from her core to guide him. He found it pretty soon, however, and with a smirk still plastered to his face, he sllowed a single finger to teasingly trace her slit.
“…watch me.”
He was quick to show that he was more than what she perceived him to be; all bark and no bite. Instead, he was intending on showing quite the opposite to her, by giving her exactly what she wanted… within reason. Just moments after his teasing touch, he plunged a single finger right into her heat, followed quickly by a second finger, before he began moving them in and out of her with no mercy shown on his face. His fingers curled inside her, pushing her onward as he kept her firmly planted to the wall, watching and waiting with bated breath.
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Theo continued onward, watching as she became more and more frantic. As she looked back, he couldn’t help but wonder what she thought of all this; of him, dressed up, chasing her just as she did him so long ago. Heck, even he was a little confused be it; never had he thought he would be the one to conduct such acts, yet here he was doing exactly that. It baffled him, but at the same time it excited him, and he knew that if he at least tried, it would answer any and all questions that both he and Dominique would have.
Soon, he found that both had come to a halt, and he raised his eyebrows once more as he listened to her accusations, to which he wasn’t sure what to do. Now was when the nerves really kicked in for him, and part of him wondered if he should continue on with his little experiment, or if he should simply leave it be, though given his previous thoughts, and reminding himself that he was, indeed, in character, as well as the sole fact that he wouldn’t ever do anything to physically harm the girl that stood before him, knowing that she wouldn’t like it, he decided to continue.
Doubt was replaced with a small smirk as he slowly removed the sunglasses from his face, returning them to their designated pocket before he began walking over to her slowly. He kept his eyes on her the whole time, edging closer and closer to her with each passing moment until he was finally standing in front of her. A soft smile now appeared on his face as he gently reached his hands out, first to caress her side, leading upward to her face, where he allowed his hand to rest against her cheek as he looked at her lovingly, only to be replaced a moment later as his other hand suddenly came up and tangled within her hair, before he gave it a sturdy yank, causing her head to cascade backward, leaving her in his hold.
“You think I’m lying, hmm?” He whispered to her, allowing his lips to lightly dust against the skin on her neck as he spoke. “My my, Miss Weasley, calling my bluff will certainly do you no favours…” His smirk was heightened as he kept the firm grip on her hair, all the while letting his free hand travel down to his police belt, which contained a single pair of strong, sturdy handcuffs. He unhooked them from his belt with ease, before he turned her around fully and pushed her right into the wall, slightly rough, but not near enough to hurt her. The grip on her hair had come loose, allowing him a single moment to grab each of her wrists and bind them together with the handcuffs, behind her back. He chuckled softly as he leaned right into her, keeping her pinned to the wall, and teasing her all the same.
“If I were you, love, I’d go no further…” A low whisper escaped him as his hands trailed her body in a searching motion, although he was searching for nothing at all; he was simply teasing her even more so. He leaned forward, resting his lips right by the base of her ear before he whispered for only her to hear. “But if you want to see how bad this can get… call my bluff, one more time…” It had a slightly sinister tone to it in order to keep with the role, though as his lips finally connected to the base of her ear, his whisper became far more breathy and seductive.
“You know you want to…”
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