sg (snapesgirl) wrote in hp_may_madness, @ 2013-05-18 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | #madness2013, author: snapesgirl, kink: anal, kink: double penetration, kink: face shot, kink: kissing, kink: orgasm denial/delay, kink: sex toys, kink: threesome/moresome |
May 18 Back to Basics
Title: Back To Basics
Author: snapesgirl
Characters or Pairing: Rabastan, Poppy, Ro/Rab, Ro/poppy
Word Count: 2544
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Revenge
Kink: lacing, D/s, anal, sex toys, face shot, implied dub con
Warning: Lestrangcest
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd, let me know of mistakes. Part of Tangled Webs series
Poppy smoothed the silk and lace confection down her body. She tried to fasten the back and frowned.
"Ah, that's not the correct expression for this dress." Rabastan came up behind her and fasted the dress. He fluffed the four apricot coloured flowers that framed the circle of flesh exposed by the dress.
She half purred when she felt him slipping a ribbon through her piercings.
"Hold still, princess." Rab tied the ribbon in a bow and patted her on the bum.
"What colour is the lacing?"
"It is a green satin ribbon, about ¾ of an inch wide," he whispered.
His warm breath on her ear made her shiver. "Rab, where are we going?"
"That is part of your surprise." He led her to the vanity and made her sit on the low bench in front of the table and mirror.
She watched him play with her hair.
"I think you should bring up this part back her and leave some loops coming down near your ears." He chewed on his lip and tipped his head to the side. "The pearl and diamond combs with maybe a few hair pins."
Poppy understood this was an order, not a suggestion and pulled out the items he mentioned. She soon had her hair pinned up and earned an approving nod from him.
Rab smiled in approval and offered her his hand. He helped her up and escorted her from their suite.
They remained silent while walking to the lift. Poppy felt his hand at the small of her back and almost purred when he tugged on a hoop.
"Patience, princess," he whispered.
The lift arrived and he escorted her in. She watched him press the button for the lobby. Poppy wanted to cuddle against him. It was rare for Rab to want to play with her and for the game to be in public made it twice as delicious.
They exited from the lift and Rabastan kept his hand at the small of her back. He guided her across the large room and outdoors.
She inhaled deeply.
"Did you miss the flowers?" He took her by the hand and raised it to his lips.
Poppy shivered when he kissed the back of her wrist.
"Not until or if I say." Rab kept his voice quiet and firm.
"Yes, darling," she replied. Poppy gave him a smile. "If I may?"
"You may ask," he smirked. "I may not answer."
"I missed you and your brother very much. How did the two of you entertain yourselves while I was away?"
"We had a little chat with a certain author." Rab smiled at the memory. "If she reported our visit, the authorities would be looking for the main character of her so called novel."
She frowned in confusion.
"We have modified the memory charm to where we can replace a memory instead of wiping a mind clean." Rab looked very pleased with himself.
"So this woman thinks a person in her book did what exactly?"
"They had a play date doing something from her novel." Rab's expression was predatory.
Poppy couldn't help giggling.
"Are you mocking me?" He pretended to be upset which made her laugh more.
"I'm sorry," she gasped.
"You will be later." Rab led her into a restaurant. "Keep that up and you will not be allowed afters," he whispered.
Poppy fought back further laughter and stood straight. She felt him tug on her ribbon and briefly closed her eyes. It was going to be a challenge to not come while being submissive to Rabastan.
The maitre d' led them to a table on the patio. Rab held out a chair for her and moved his chair so that they were touching.
"We only need one menu," he said.
Poppy lowered her chin so that she was looking at the table top. She felt Rab's finger trace along her jaw.
He toyed with her earlobe, lightly pinching it before turning to read the menu. A waiter stopped at their table and stood at attention.
"I think we will start with gazpacho and a rose, followed by veal with lemon ginger asparagus tips and a dry red wine, followed by a salad with raspberry vinaigrette and finally a platter of cheese. One place setting and one glass of wine with each course." Rab handed back the menu.
"Certainly, monsieur." The waiter bowed before taking the menu. "I will be right back with the rose."
She kept her back straight and didn't react when he toyed with her lacing. Poppy had to cross her ankles so that she didn't fidget.
"How was your trip to Scotland?" Rab stopped playing with her back.
"We had a rough start. There was a mix up at customs. Once things were straightened out, our trip went very well." Poppy clasped her hands. If he tugged on a hoop or that ribbon one more time, she was going to come.
"What exactly did you do while you were there?" Rabastan nodded his head at the waiter when he brought the soup course with a glass of wine.
Poppy watched Rab taste the wine. "Thank you, darling." She took a sip when Rab held the glass to her lips. He ate some of the soup and spoon fed her.
"The Headmistress greeted us in Hogsmeade. We were allowed to visit the castle, however, Severus and I elected to not live there. Instead, we took a room at the Three Broomsticks." Poppy accepted another sip of wine and more of the soup. She wanted to cuddle against Rabastan.
"Not yet, tell me more." He offered her the last of the soup.
Poppy finished it. "Thank you, darling." She gathered her thoughts. "Unfortunately the students had drawn lines in favour of that blasted book and those against it. Our daughter and the triplets were the leaders of the latter faction."
"I can imagine." He was proud of their children. "Triplets, what do you mean by that?"
"Since the trio are the same age, most people assume they are a set of triplets. The little demons have decided to use that to their advantage." Poppy smiled at him. "I spoke with the girls from each of the Houses. Severus spoke with the boys. I think the boys were highly motivated to accept the facts. He doesn't suffer fools."
Rab grinned. "Yes, he can be very intimidating, especially when dealing with those who are misinformed."
The empty soup bowl was whisked away. Their meat course was brought to the table with the appropriate glass of wine.
Poppy watched Rab sample the veal, followed by the asparagus then he took a sip of wine. He offered her a taste of meat. After she daintily accepted the morsel from his hand, they over heard a comment at the next table.
"Look at the newlyweds, isn't it romantic how they are sharing their meal?"
"Shall I tell them you are my poor demented mother who thinks she will be poisoned and insists I taste test your meals?" Rab's eyes twinkled while he made this suggestion.
She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Poppy shook her head no.
"I like seeing you filled with mirth. You're very beautiful when you smile."
The compliment made her blush. She silently reminded herself that he was good at flattery and she shouldn't let his words go to her head.
"Those were not idle words, wife," he whispered.
Poppy wanted to rest her head on his shoulder and nuzzle his throat. Instead she whispered back. "Thank you, darling."
They finished the rest of the meal in silence. Rab paid the bill and helped her to stand. He kept his hand at the small of her back while they returned to the hotel. Rab waited until the suite door was closed behind him to speak to her.
"Where you a good girl?" He smirked at her.
Poppy clasped her hands in front of her and looked down. She nodded her head.
"You may speak, precious." Using his index finger, he tipped her head up.
"Yes, I was very good," she replied.
"How good were you? How many times did you almost come?"
"Each time you toyed with my lacing," she admitted with a smile.
He purred. "I will have to remember how much you enjoy being teased."
"Darling, please tell me more about your revenge," she begged.
Rab's smile grew. "I introduced her to my knife. My brother showed her want it means to be restrained and punished. Do you want a demonstration?" He chewed on his lower lip. "I think we shouldn't. You do so enjoy flogging and knife play."
She curled her fingers, digging her nails into her palms to keep from going over the edge at the idea of being hurt.
Rab's punishments were very creative and geared especially to her special needs. The last time she came without permission, he made her clean the bathroom with a toothbrush.
"Please, darling," she half whimpered.
"What do you need, precious?" He slowly walked in a circle around her.
"I need to come," she admitted.
Rabastan tsked. "Follow me," he ordered while snapping his fingers.
Poppy obeyed. She stopped at the indicated place next to the bed.
"Back so soon from your outing?" Rodolphus sat up on the bed. He was nude.
She thought she might cream herself when he flexed his muscles. Poppy was glad Severus was at an alchemy conference. If she'd seen him sucking off Ro or being buggered, she would have disgraced herself.
"Our girl wants to come. I cannot decide if she deserves relief." Rab began to undress.
Tattoos, flexing muscles, if they kiss, I'm a goner. Poppy watched Ro help Rab out of his suit. She twitched when Rab's fingers grazed her back as he unfastened her dress.
An involuntary whimper escaped from Poppy as the soft fabric was eased down her body. Rab's light touch told her to step out of the dress. She obeyed.
"Kneel where you are," he ordered. "Watch carefully."
Great, the bastard wants me to come. I wonder what he's devised for my punishment. Weeding the garden would be too tame. Hopefully no crawling around scrubbing things with a toothbrush…maybe he wants to me work in his studio. She tried to focus on her thoughts instead of on the brothers making out.
Ro and Rab were very close to her, so close she could almost lick them. She knew the taste and feel of Ro's cock. Poppy wondered how Rab would feel. His prick was not as long or thick as Rodolphus'. Rab was nicely endowed, just not a tripod like his brother.
She struggled to not think of the things she and Ro had done in and out of bed. Her body was tense. Poppy felt a need to shift her weight.
Both men turned and she saw the way their balls had drawn up. Poppy took a deep breath and braced herself.
Rab was the first to shudder and groan. His come decorated her cheek and chin. Then she was splattered with Ro's ejaculate.
"You may wipe it off and lick your fingers," Rab crooned.
Poppy wanted to scream in frustration. She did as he said while still on the ragged edge of an orgasm.
Ro knelt behind her and removed her bra. He teased her nipples, pulling and twisting one until she half sobbed with need.
"Stand up, precious." Rab offered her his hand.
She accepted his help and bit her lip to keep from crying out when Ro bit her on the ass. Poppy felt her lace panty being ripped. It was almost impossible to keep silent at the feel of Ro's strong hands playing with her thighs and buttocks.
"Are you in need, precious?" Rab smirked at her.
"Y-yes," she stammered.
"Bend over, arms on the bed. Now spread your legs. Further." His instructions were accompanied by Rab guiding her into the desired position. "She admitted to almost coming each time I tugged on her laces. That would be an even dozen."
She heard the unmistakable sound of a flogger being swung and bit back a cry when the leather smacked against her bits.
"There is a silencing spell in place." Ro swatted her while saying this.
"Go ahead and cry out, no one will hear you." Rab brushed a bit of hair off her cheek and tucked it behind her ear.
"Oh, fuck!" She felt the sting of leather and screamed then sobbed. Each stroke was more painful than the last.
"Move with it, princess," Ro said.
She allowed herself to move forward and back on the bed. His suggestion didn't help. The feel of fabric stimulating her nipples while her quim was being beaten undid her. Resting her forehead on the bed, she whimpered.
"Did you just come, precious?" Rab's voice was silky soft.
"N-no, so close." She turned her head to look at him.
He laughed. "You are one very kinky little bitch."
"Do you want fucked with the flogger handle, princess?" Ro fondled her bits.
"Please, yes, please fuck me, let me come, please," she cried.
"That is my signal to leave." Rab stood up.
She heard the bedroom door open and close. Poppy felt a familiar shape being eased in her.
"Ride this, let go and come, Poppy." Ro fucked her with the phallic shaped handle. He slid a finger inside her anus and teased her some more. "Close your eyes, think of me and another man fucking you. That's right, double penetration. Sing out, princess."
Poppy whimpered and cried, she screamed herself hoarse while her body shook from multiple orgasms. Eventually, the tension was gone and Poppy was limp.
"Were we mean to you?" Ro sprawled on the bed and kissed her forehead.
"um-hum," she nodded her head. The sight of his feet on the pillows along with his gentle caresses didn't arouse her. Poppy thought that might be a first.
"Is there anything you wish to say?" Ro kissed her on the nose.
"I never want to be separated from you again. If I ever have to give multiple sexual education lectures to a herd of hormonal young ladies again, it will be too soon. Also, I am sorry for attempting to molest Severus."
Ro chuckled. "I think you should apologise to him."
"If and when he is willing to be in the same room with me, I will apologise. Ro baby, I couldn't help myself, because his prick is perfect."
He began to laugh, making the bed shake. "If it's any consolation, he did mention he liked what you did. However, his reaction was purely physical and if you were male, he would have shagged you sensible." Ro gave her a gentle tug. "Come up here and snuggle."
Poppy eased herself fully onto the bed and curled up in Ro's arms. "Is Rab seriously put out with me?"
"I think tonight's play time helped put things into perspective for him. He did mention the idea of you cleaning Severus' lab with a toothbrush and possibly having also clean Rab's studio."
She groaned and hid her face. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"
"You did molest someone who was less than willing."
"I am sorry."