Title: Being Obeyed
Author: kinky_kneazle
Characters/Pairings: Bill/Tonks/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Please Your Mod
Other Warnings: BDSM, incest, femdom, spanking, cunnilingus
Word Count: 1,400
Summary/Description: Bill and Tonks have never quite managed to get it together, until he finds someone willing to take on the role neither of them want.
Author's Notes: Thanks to F for the beta. I’m not sure which mod I’m writing for here, but I hope you enjoy this, and thanks to all the mods for the wonderful work they do with this community, and especially for letting me post a little later after the internet died on me last night.


Tonks followed the instructions in Bill's note carefully, turning up at the right spot at the right time. It was a hotel in Muggle London, one that catered to both Magical and Muggle folk.

‘A hotel?’ she thought. ‘After the last fight?’

It wasn't that they didn't love each other, it was just that they were completely incompatible. In bed. If they were the sort of people who could share control...

She didn't let her thoughts go back there. She'd done some reading since they'd broken up. Knew that there were people who called themselves a 'switch', who could both dominate and be dominated. But that wasn't her. And that wasn't Bill. And when both people in a couple wanted the other to kneel down and do what they're told, then it made for some very loud screaming matches when no one was getting what they wanted.

The make up sex had been pretty damned good. But it didn't provide the sort of mind-blowingly ecstatic orgasms that fantasising about Bill tied up with a gag in that pretty mouth did.

She went to the desk and explained to the woman behind the desk that she was meeting her husband, Mr Flogger, here, and could she please get the room key. The woman happily handed over the key and Tonks quietly rode the lift to the fifth floor.

He must have been waiting for the sound of the key, or maybe there were wards set up, because when she opened the door he was standing behind it.

"Champagne?"

She sighed. "Bill, we've talked about this. If I'm going to get over you I have to stop seeing you. I have to stop meeting you at random hotel rooms and having hot sex."

"But you still came."

That cheeky grin was the thing she couldn't resist, and the ginger hair that he was growing out so that it now brushed his shoulders. And the body, of course.

"This is the last time."

"Maybe not. I had a great idea on how to fix our problem. Think of it as a gift for you."

"What is it? It'd better not be an Imperio on me, because I'm learning how to throw those off."

"My sweet Tonks, there are people enough willing to submit that I'd never have to try to control you. Some of them are even willing to submit to both of us."

He stepped aside and the rest of the room came into view revealing another person in the room. He also had gorgeous, ginger hair and a body to die for, but unlike his brother he was kneeling patiently in the middle of the room, rope binding arms behind his back and binding these to his feet. The lace dangling from his mouth seemed to suggest that Bill had used a pair of her underpants as a gag.

"Charlie?"

"He's not allowed to talk. But if you want him to, he'll obey your every command."

She felt a little hesitant as she stepped forward. It was like her fantasy come to life and she wasn't sure what to do with it.

She looked down into the blue eyes so like his brothers.

“You want to obey me?” she asked. He nodded yes. “Do you think an obedient boy would dare look at his Mistress?”

He quickly looked down at the floor. Red rushed up to his ears as he shook his head.

“You blush so easily. What a lovely quality.”

The bed creaked and she turned to find Bill naked and comfortable, his erection firmly in his hand.

“I don’t like it that he’s enjoying himself when I’m still clothed. You may watch me undress.”

She did it primly, not putting on a show, but Charlie’s eyes followed her hands as they moved, revealing each part of her body piece by piece. As he watched her his cock grew hard, pointing towards her as if in a quest to touch her somehow. She reached forward and pulled the lace from his mouth, throwing the damp pants at Bill.

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight, boy, otherwise I wouldn’t let you do this.” With that she stepped forward, forcing his neck back so his mouth could fasten over her clitoris. “I’d better enjoy this.”

She threaded her fingers through his hair and held him there as his tongue began to lap at her clit. The bed creaked again and then Bill was behind her, his erection pressing against her thigh and his fingers pushing into her.

She got a good grip on Charlie’s hair and tugged gently, then a little harder, enjoying the feel of his moans against her clit. As his hips moved his cock rubbed against her, spreading moisture over her calf.

“You’re getting me wet, Charlie, and not in a good way.”

“You’re not meant to be enjoying this.” Bill’s voice was a low murmur but full of a gentle threat. “I think he needs to be punished, don’t you Tonks?”

She stepped back and Charlie let out a low whimper. She reached for her wand and undid the ropes before sending him to stand bent over the bed.

“I’m not going to tie you up, but you mustn’t move,” she told him when she was happy with his position. “If you move, I’ll be most displeased and I’ll let Bill punish you.”

She looked at his freckled arse sticking into the air, thighs quivering with anticipation.

“Start gently,” Bill murmured in her ear. She rubbed her hand across the cool flesh, bringing the blood to the surface, then pulled her arm back and listen to the ‘thwack’ echo around the room. It sent a shiver running through her body and finishing in her groin. She drew her arm back and aimed for the other cheek, enjoying the sting it sent through her hand that must have been a hundred times worse for him. His hips moved against the bed as she set up a rhythm and his moans began to echo through the room.

“You’d better not come, little brother. Not yet.”

Charlie’s strangled groan filled the room and suddenly his hips were still. Tonks stepped back, giving him a moment to regain control.

“Your turn,” she said to Bill. She was surprised when he shook his head.

“I want to fuck you while Charlie pleasures you with his mouth. He can help you come, but we won’t give him release. Does that seem like a fair way to treat you, Charles?”

Tonks saw Charlie’s head move.

“Tell me.”

“Yes, Sir. That’s fair.”

“Fair, but not practical. How do you propose we do this, oh Lord of the impossible positions?”

In the end she straddled Charlie’s face, his cock pointing up towards her mouth. Bill entered her from behind and suddenly she felt full in a way she hadn’t since the last time they met up in a hotel room. Charlie’s tongue pressed against her clit and the slow flicks were torture when combined with Bill’s slow thrusts.

“Are you getting tired, Charlie?” She felt his head shake. “Faster, then.”

His tongue moved quicker, but Bill didn’t. All she wanted to do was feel the ecstasy run through her, but she was held between fast and slow, a delicious torture filling every nerve ending.

She didn’t want to beg. Couldn’t beg Bill because if she did he would have won.

“Faster!” Charlie obeyed immediately. “You too, Bill.” She reached behind her and grabbed his hair. Bill gasped as she pulled. “Faster.”

His hips began to pump into her, deep, sure strokes growing steadily faster.

“Charlie, you’ve been such a good boy. You can come when I do. But not a moment before, understand me?” She felt the movement of his head. His cock was right in front of her eyes, moisture glistening at its tip. She wanted nothing more than to lick it off but she thought that might show a bit too much favour.

“Harder!” she commanded and as both Weasleys instantly obeyed she felt the dam break and the orgasm rock through her. She heard a roar erupt from her mouth and as it left her body Charlie’s cock erupted leaving her face covered. She hadn’t noticed Bill’s orgasm, but his thrusts were slowing and the kisses he was pressing to her hair told her he was ready to rest.

“Was it everything you wanted?” he whispered.

“Yes.” She smiled as she licked her lips. “I can get used to being obeyed.”