Chương 20: CH 20: Good Girl
{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}
I smiled graciously and pointed at the table, as usual, filled with a variety of refreshments. She walked towards it, her wand surreptitiously drawn. I was amused to notice her efforts of casting a wide variety of detection charm, a rigorous display of attention even compared to last time. She was rightfully suspecting foul-play, but every time she received a negative result in her detection charms, her frustration increased. It didn't take a genius to realize she was hoping to find something to explain her arousal toward me. There was, of course, but the important fact was that she was still blissfully unaware of it.
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As she was busying herself, I decided to make myself more comfortable. I removed my robe, revealing a baggy short an a casual cotton t-shirt underneath, a huge contrast to the way she dressed, a small detail to further highlight the power disparity in the situation. I waited for her to finish sampling the food while absentmindedly playing with the capsule in my mouth, filled with a potion, less powerful than the previous one. I wanted to slowly wean her off from the chemical additions as her body learned the proper reactions, though her arousal at the beginning of the visit signified that even the current dose might be a bit excessive.
After completing her rigorous detection process, she walked towards me, but not before filling a small glass with wine, one of the exquisite vintages from the Malfoy cellars. It was nice to see her distaste of the situation was overcome by her love towards the wine. It was yet another breach on her defenses, one I could leverage in my own leisure. Weasleys were poor enough to prevent her access to the nicer end of casual pleasures. I patted the seat next to me, inviting her to close quarters. I was happy to see that she didn't hesitate before sitting down. "So," I started. "How are you on this nice evening."
"I'm well enough-," she murmured, cutting her sentence half-way, but even unsaid, the word blackmail echoed between the walls of our heads. I paid no heed to that, and let my gaze to fall down on her shapely legs. One of her hands reached and tugged her skirt in reflex in an ineffective move to cover more of her pale, shining skin, but she had no luck, the skirt was tight enough not to have any give. I raised my gaze, quirking my eyebrow in question. Understanding dawned into her and she pulled her hand away from her skirt, although reluctantly.
I smiled in appreciation, then leaned towards her ear, placing my hand on her leg. "Good girl," I whispered, watching as a deep blush spread to her skin. I leaned forward, enjoying the way she trembled as my lips drove closer to her neck. I moved upwards until I reached the edge of her cheek, then pulled back without any warning. The sudden flash of frustration on her face was quite tasty, showing just how far I had managed to come in short few days. I looked at her eyes, a wide smile on my lips, and I patted my lap. "Sit," I ordered. As I expected, anger flashed in her eyes as she prepared to let out a frustrated growl, but I was ready. I pressed my finger on her lips, and repeated my order, deliberately angrier to make sure she remembered the state of power balance between us.
She nodded, though I could easily detect the frustration burning in her eyes, though it only made me hornier. She stood up and took a few reluctant steps until she was standing in front of me. I could have grabbed her waist and pulled her down like she was clearly expecting, but I made no such motion. I wanted her to sit down in her own power, yet another dimension to be surrendered by her own will. A couple seconds of wait later, she realized my pull was not oncoming, so she lowered herself, her legs shaking significantly. I enjoyed the frustration on her face, as much as I enjoyed the lack of fear. It was clear that after several encounters where I haven't tried to push her, she was feeling relatively safe. A horrible assumption, of course, but she wouldn't realize her mistake for a few sessions yet.
Then, I felt the weight of her shapely ass pressing around my shaft, shifting my attention back to the moment. I watched, both amused and aroused, as she continued squirming in order to find a position that wasn't directly controlled by my shaft, but only succeeding in making my cock even harder. I let her continue her pointless task for almost a minute, then, without a warning, grabbed her hair, twisting her head for a kiss, breaking the potion filled pill just before our lips connected.
Caught flatfooted, she failed to mount any resistance for several seconds, allowing my tongue to wreak havoc in her mouth. Her saliva was already infused with the majority of the potion before she realized what happened, and a careless swallow sent all of it to her stomach, where it started mixing with her blood, making her attempts of pushing my tongue back completely useless.
It didn't take for the early effects of the potion to become apparent. The defensive actions of her tongue had dwindled in strength. There was little reaction when I put one of my hands on her smooth legs, and no reaction the other landed on her belly. I started rubbing both, earning a surprised moan from her lips, surprising me as much as it surprised her. I wasn't expecting such a reaction in the first half of my plan, not that I was unsatisfied with it.
Fleur's attitude, not surprisingly, was the complete opposite of mine. She violently pulled back from the kiss, an expression of shock etched on her face. She tried to stand up, but I had no intention of allowing such an action. My hand on her stomach moved to her back, pinning her immobile much to her consternation. She opened her mouth, but I had no intention of giving her a bearing of the situation, so I locked her words with another kiss, my arm steadfast as she struggled to get away.
She continued struggling, but her efforts failed. I squeezed her leg, hard enough to leave a mark, reminding her of the exact power balance of the situation. Her struggles dwindled, leaving my hands free to explore her body. I started from her naked belly, her skin soft as a dream. Even better, I could feel her muscles trembling softly with a mixture of panic and arousal. Which was the stronger one, I wasn't sure, but if I were to bet, I would go with the arousal. The movement of her lips was too steamy to be otherwise, not to mention her instinctual purring.
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