Beta: brknhalo241 and mystressxoxo
Warnings: Femdom, restraints, orgasm control, use of a sex toy, snowballing
Word Count: 721
Summary: Harry gives up all power to her.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Publishing Plc. and Scholastic Inc., and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
A/N: Written for ptterpr0nprmpts February 2010 challenge, which was satin.
"There," the woman behind him said soothingly, checking on the knot she'd just carefully tied behind his head. She then entwined her fingers in the boy's thick hair, pulling, but not too roughly. "Now, you'll be a good boy, won't you?"
Harry simply nodded.
"I asked you a question, boy!" Bellatrix snapped, pulling his hair harder and causing Harry to wince a little at the pain. "I expect a proper answer."
"Yes," he choked out, just to have his hair pulled even harder.
"Yes, Madam!" The woman finally eased her grip on his hair, her fingers stroking Harry's sore scalp so softly and lightly that the touch was barely noticeable. "Yes, I'll be a good boy," Harry affirmed, now more firmly, as he leaned into her touch with a sigh.
"My good little boy?" Bellatrix smiled.
"Yes, your good little boy, Madam."
Bellatrix hummed softly. "Good." She then removed her fingers from his hair and stepped back and away from the chair.
The loss of contact made Harry groan.
"I'll be right back, boy," Bellatrix said with a chuckle, and the next thing Harry could hear was the bang of the door as she left the room.
Harry swallowed hard, the feeling of vulnerability becoming almost unbearable and, at the same time, terribly arousing. No matter how many times they played this game, it would never get old or less overwhelming. Harry could hardly recall how it had begun—how Bellatrix Lestrange had gone from a despicable, loathsome psycho to the fierce, hot lover to whom Harry loved to submit.
One thing Harry knew for sure: he was completely addicted to that woman. Why he trusted her to bind and blindfold him and do to him as she pleased would forever remain a mystery to him, though.
Harry's breath quickened, and he wondered how long Bellatrix had been gone now. It certainly felt like hours... He wondered what his lover had in mind for him—for them—this time, and the mere thought made his cock twitch uncomfortably, enclosed in the cock ring.
Harry whimpered softly, fingers fidgeting nervously behind his back. The ropes around his wrists and ankles, and the wooden chair were the only things that felt rough against his bare skin, since the satin blindfold was soft and cool and... Harry sighed as he heard the door handle being turned and felt someone approach him.
He felt fingers touching his left cheek, and that was all he needed to know who it was.
"I am back, my boy." The fingers left his face, and he felt Bellatrix kneeling before him. "You're trembling, kid," she pointed out softly, her nails digging into the skin of Harry's thighs as she spread his legs a little. "Did I take too long to come back?"
"A little bit—ah," Harry gasped at the feel of her hot breath against the sensitive head of his cock, and he spread his legs wider to give her room, "—Madam. Oh, god!"
Bellatrix had just closed her lips around the head, licking and sucking lightly, before going all the way down on Harry's shaft. She hummed in delight.
Harry knew better than to thrust into that warm, velvety mouth, but it demanded all of his willpower to keep his hips motionless.
"Please, Madam," Harry sobbed after a long session of Bellatrix bobbing her head up and down his shaft, licking and sucking it like a precious treat. "I need to come, Madam." He felt Bellatrix stop with her lips around the head. His cock even hurt, so hard it was. "Please..."
Bellatrix wrapped her hand around the base of Harry's cock, first taking her time to play with the curly hair there. Harry gasped when she pulled a little, and then she vanished the ring.
Harry cried out as he came, hard, hot stream spurting into Bellatrix's welcoming mouth.
He was still dripping when Bellatrix released his softened cock. Harry felt her get to her feet and lean over his boneless, trembling form. The woman's tousled hair brushed against the skin of his face as she pulled him into a kiss, giving Harry a share of his own come. In spite of the odd taste, there was something terribly arousing about swallowing his own come from her mouth, something that made Harry feel complete.