Special delivery for humbuggirl Title: No Mercy Author/Artist: Recipient's LJ name:humbuggirl Pairing(s): Harry/Pansy, Ron/Pansy Rating: R Summary Ron's an attentive lover, but he just can't give Pansy what she needs, and it seems there's only one person who can. Word Count: 3,412 Warnings/Content: Male dom, spanking, light bondage and adultery. Author's/Artist's notes:
There was nothing Pansy hated more than being made to wait on someone's doorstep, particularly in the middle of winter. Even though she was wearing the new faux fur coat Ron had given her for Christmas, complete with matching hat and gloves, she was freezing her arse off. The novelty of being out in the snow had become old pretty fast, and now the falling flakes were starting to melt on her new heels, and soak her feet at the same time.
"We must have been standing here for more than five minutes now," grumbled Pansy, irritated at being made to wait by none other than Harry bloody Potter. Had someone told her two years ago that she would have been in this position, ruining her brand new shoes and perfectly crafted hairdo, ready to attend a party by the golden boy, she would have laughed in their face. Heck, right now, she wished she was.
Ron shrugged. "Yeah, guess he hasn't heard us."
"I'm not waiting here for much longer," Pansy snapped, taking out her wand and casting a warming charm on herself. "I didn't envision being here cold and wet, you know." She pounded on the door as hard as she could, sure it would leave a large bruise in the morning, but she knew it was worth it when Potter opened the door.
"What a large knock for such a little person," Harry remarked, smirking at her. "You didn't need to bang so harshly."
Pansy gritted her teeth as she roughly pushed past him, knocking shoulders and coming off worse. "And you didn't need to leave us waiting on your doorstep in the cold!" She let out a low growl as she heard both Harry and Ron chuckle behind her, turning to glare at them before releasing the warming charm that really hadn't been that much use. "I'll send you the bill for a new pair of heels, you know."
Harry didn't say anything, he didn't have to. The look in his eyes was enough to let Pansy know that she'd begun to cross the line, and it wouldn't be long before she'd have to pay for it.
"So, are we the first here then?" said Ron, oblivious to the look shared between his wife and his best mate.
"No," replied Harry, indicating the living room where several familiar faces were seated. "You go on through, I'll take Pansy's coat."
Ron patted Harry on the back as he left, grinning like an idiot. "Thanks, mate."
Only once Ron was perfectly out of sight and earshot did Harry step forwards and Pansy backwards, the two playing a small game of cat and mouse until Pansy's back hit the wall. She gulped, knowing how Harry could get when he was in this mood, and smiled meekly at him.
"I was cold!" she said defensively as Harry placed his arms above her shoulders, palms flat on the wall behind her. Pansy was trapped; she couldn't go anywhere unless she ducked under, and with Harry's foot at such an awkward angle, she knew he would most likely trip her up and humiliate her.
"That is no excuse for such behaviour," said Harry in a dark, but calm, tone. "You may need to act yourself around your husband, but when you're around me you watch your mouth."
"What was I supposed to do? If I didn't act like myself he'd think I had a crush on you or something. You know how paranoid he gets."
Harry stared straight into Pansy's eyes, and for several long moments, she held his gaze. She hated to lose out, even at such simple things like that, and even worse to Harry. "He has every right to be paranoid. You are cheating on him, after all."
"I don't want to," Pansy spat. "You know I don't, but he can't... he can't give me what I want. You can. It's as simple as that."
Harry smirked. "Ahh. So you don't want to cheat on him, but you have to because you think he's useless in bed?"
"No! That's not what I meant. Stop twisting my words."
After what seemed like several minutes of a staring match, Harry released his gaze and brought his hands into his pockets, looking as though he were just having a casual conversation. "You won't get away with your actions, Pansy. I'll see to it, and if you don't want further punishment, I'd start showing me the respect I deserve."
Blushing profusely, Pansy spoke as quietly as she possibly could, just so Harry could hear her. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl," Harry cooed, smirking again as he joined his friends in the living room.
Pansy took a moment to regain her composure, putting away her own coat before she entered herself, grabbing a large glass of wine off the drinks table and plopping down onto the sofa. Ron was across the room, talking to some witch he worked with that Pansy had only cared to meet once, so she sipped her wine and started wizard watching. It was one of her favourite past times, and as usual, she found that her attentions focused on one particular wizard, and he wasn't her husband.
Yes, Harry Potter. He'd become much more interesting since he'd starting spiralling downwards, and it seemed as if Pansy was the only one to notice. Nobody could have expected Harry to go through all that and come out the other side mentally sane, and it appeared that he hadn't. His demeanour had changed, and even with his friends he held a lot back and was a lot more stoic now.
With Pansy, though, Harry completely let go; he showed her no mercy. He took all of his anger out on her, and she fucking loved it. As much as Ron was the kind, sensitive man Pansy knew she should be with, and she loved him with all her heart, Ron could never be what Harry had become: dark. A good man turned bad was something Pansy had only dreamt about, until she accidentally bumped into Harry months ago and he flew off the handle. That night ended up with a wild, ravenous sex romp, and Harry had proven himself to be a worthy Master of her for quite some time now.
As much as Pansy hated to submit to anyone in her everyday life, there was just something about submitting in the bedroom, and particularly for Harry, that got her aching in all the right places. Noticing her staring, Harry winked at her from across the room, and she took another sip of her wine to hide her smirk.
"You seem lost in your own little world."
Pansy turned to her right to see the owner of the voice, groaning inwardly as Granger sat down next to her. "I was," replied Pansy, fingering the rim of her glass.
"I'm sorry to disturb you." Granger smiled sweetly at her, and feeling awkward, Pansy took a larger gulp of wine than was necessary. "I just thought you looked lonely. Ron can be so inconsiderate at times..."
Pansy let out a little laugh. "Oh, you can say that again. Don't get me wrong, I love him, he's just..."
"I understand." Granger placed a hand on Pansy's lap, in a way Pansy assumed was supposed to be comforting. "You should try mixing with some of us more. I can introduce you, if you like."
"Thanks, but no thanks. Nobody in this room bar Ron actually wants me here, and I don't want to ruin neither mine nor their night by adding to that."
Granger nodded her head politely and stood up, swaning off to god knows where. Pansy was grateful to be alone once more, slowly sipping at her wine out of boredom. She didn't know how long they were going to be there, but she felt a sigh of relief as Harry wandered over and sat down in the space Granger had just vacated
"Tell Ron you're leaving, then sneak upstairs and wait for me in the position."
Harry's voice was commanding and dark, and he gave her a look that meant business. Instantly starting to get wet, she nodded and stood up, crossing the room to her husband, who was happily engaged in conversation with an Irish man.
"Darling?" Both men looked at her, and the Irish one in much surprise, presumably that she could talk so sweetly. "I'm not feeling too well. Mind if I go home?"
"Will you be alright? Do you want me to go with you?" He looked disappointed at the prospect.
She shook her head. "No, I’ll be fine. I’m just going to turn in early."
"That's fine." Ron looked a little put out, but kissed her on the cheek anyway and smiled as she walked into the hallway. She just hoped he wouldn't be home before she was, but he went to the pub so often these days, he probably wouldn't be back until after midnight. Pansy went out facing the door, but once she was sure nobody was looking, she quickly passed the drawing room door and skipped up the stairs as light footed a she possibly could. Entering Harry's bedroom, which was decorated in black and red colours, she closed the door quietly behind her.
With a smile on her face of what was to come, Pansy started to strip, throwing each item under the bed; Harry didn't like it when there were women's clothes strewn all over the floor, and after his last punishment for that transgression, she didn't want to face it again. The clothes she'd loved so dearly had been cut into pieces right before her eyes, and the only words he had for her were that she should look after them better in the future.
And so, Pansy did, making sure not a scrap of material was on show, before getting on the bed and manoeuvring herself into the position Harry had taught her. Bent at the knees with her legs spread, Pansy's head touched the bed and her arms were crossed tightly on her back. Now all she had to do was wait, and wait she did.
It felt as though it had been hours when Harry finally entered the room, though realistically it had probably only been an hour, if that. Pansy kept her eyes downcast and didn't say anything, but she knew exactly what he was doing, for he did the same every time. He walked in, loosened his tie and threw it on the floor (Pansy had to bite her tongue to never mention his double standards about clothes, but she was always careful, as she knew there would be a harsh punishment for that slip up), slowly unbuttoning his shirt to increase her desire, then letting it join the tie next to his feet.
The clink of the belt buckle as Harry undid his trousers always made Pansy spasm with pleasure, though when she didn't hear it, she started to become nervous. She'd become so used to his routine, and all of a sudden, he'd changed it. His control must have been high this time, for it was usually starting to wane at his point. It was possible that Harry knew a change in his actions would put her on edge, which was probably what he wanted, but Pansy wasn't sure whether she felt lustful in anticipation or worried about what he would do.
Pansy definitely felt both, but lustful in anticipation won out, because she didn't think there was anything he could do that would push her boundaries too far. She wasn't even sure she had boundaries, but she didn't mind Harry exploring to see if she did.
"I see you can follow my instructions after all," said Harry darkly, and as she always did at this point, Pansy kept quiet. Harry loved to berate her, and Pansy loved to take it, though she couldn't let anyone else know that. Her reputation would be in tatters, and the cool exterior she'd worked on for so long and that worked so well wouldn't protect her anymore. "However, that still doesn't change your rude behaviour earlier."
Knowing her punishment would be worse if she spoke, Pansy kept schtum, her body starting to throb at the thought of what he might do. The bed dipped down as he sat on the end of it, not doing anything to help Pansy's confusion.
"Come here," Potter said firmly, and Pansy rose from her position to stand in front of him. "Now lie across my lap." She did as she was told, thankful that he wasn't using the whip this time, and just spanking her instead. This was something he'd never been able to keep up for very long, and his smacks were usually quite light on her bottom. Several times they'd done it purely for fun, not as a punishment, so Pansy smirked as she lay in waiting.
A loud scream erupted from her as Potter's hand came down on her bottom; this certainly wasn't light, and it didn't feel at all like any other time he'd spanked her.
"Oh yes, I forgot to mention that this won't be like any other time I've spanked you. You'll only be getting ten, for it was a minor transgression, but they will not be light by any means." Pansy could hear the smirk in his voice, gritting her teeth as she prepared herself for the next smack.
What she wasn't prepared for was the spanks that came in short succession of the next one, Potter spanking her continuously until he'd reached his goal of ten. Pansy was sure this hurt worse than a slow one after the other, for she didn't get time to recover in between. She didn't stop screaming throughout the whole thing, and could feel the heat emanating from her bottom, then Potter rubbing it gently afterwards.
"There there, love. It's all over now." From anyone else this would have been sweet, but from Potter, Pansy knew it was mocking. He stood her up in front of him, and she felt like a naughty child as she crossed her hands behind her back. "What do you say?"
"I'm sorry, Sir," Pansy said meekly, her eyes boring into the crimson carpet.
"There's a good girl." As Potter reached his hand between her legs, Pansy spread them, allowing him complete access to her pussy. "My, my, you're wet. You must have loved that." Potter's fingers rubbed around her clit, toying with it, then giving it a little pinch before shoving his finger completely in her. As wet as she was, she was unprepared and gasped a little, but closed her eyes and enjoyed him fingering her for a moment.
Only seconds later Potter pulled his finger out and brought it to her mouth. Pansy opened up obediently and licked his finger clean, and despite the fact that she hated the taste and smell, it was one of her biggest turn ons. The taste lingered in her mouth as she watched him pull something from his pocket: a blindfold.
"Kneel," commanded Potter, and she did so, her eyes downcast once more. The blindfold was placed over her head and covered her eyes so she was in total darkness. "Onto the bed."
This was a task which proved a little challenging, for Pansy stood and had to feel her way onto it, stumbling a bit as she bumped into the edge. She crawled on and sat in the middle, waiting for further instruction. Potter now told her to lie on her back, and just as she did so, she felt rope tangle itself around her wrists and ankles.
"Oh, you do look precious, all tied up like that," Potter remarked, and Pansy could only imagine the erection that would be evident in his trousers. Finally, after all this time, she got to hear the clink of the belt as he undid it, letting it fall to the floor at his feet. She heard the underwear soon come off, and the bed dip once more as he joined her, presumably moving up between her legs. "I think I'll try something new today."
Pansy became nervous, testing her bonds fruitlessly, but she couldn't deny she'd probably love whatever he was going to do. She felt her breasts being pressed tightly together, and then seconds later, Potter's cock between them. He started moving it up and down, fucking them as though he were fucking her cunt, and Pansy loved the sensation. Her nipples were pinched and tweaked as he pumped faster and faster, soon getting so horny that he had to stop and pull away, otherwise he would have come all over her neck and face.
Not that that would have been a bad thing, it just didn't appear to be what he wanted today.
"Your cunt is dripping wet, slut," said Potter darkly as he replaced the warm cavern of her breasts for her lubricated tunnel. She'd been waiting for him to fuck her ever since he'd walked through the door earlier that evening, and now she was finally getting what she wanted.
Potter pressed forward, no thought spared for whether it would hurt her or not. It didn't, it just sent her moaning with delight, and she heard him chuckle coldly at the reaction he could bring out of her. He rode her hard and fast, his breathing ragged, and it was obvious he wasn't going to last long.
Whilst Potter's orgasm was only seconds away, Pansy's was still growing, and when she felt Potter spill inside her as though he was a teenager just discovering sex, she let out a groan of frustration: she had yet to come.
"What's wrong?" asked Potter mockingly as he pulled out of her, his semen dripping out of her cunt and onto the covers beneath her arse. "Didn't you get to come?"
Pansy shook her head and spoke with the utmost respect, hoping he'd give her permission if she did so. "No, Sir."
"Shame," remarked Potter as she heard him begin to dress. "Maybe next time you come to my house you won't complain about waiting in the snow."
"I won't, Sir!" Pansy insisted, but Potter was stubborn, and she doubted he'd give her the release she needed now.
Potter stepped forward and pulled off her blindfold, and she blinked a few times to get her vision back. He was staring down at her, a wide smirk on his face as he spoke. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see, then."
"Argh!" Pansy screeched, wanting nothing more than to come, whether it be by her hand or his. She hated that Potter could turn her on so much, and then just refuse to give her the pleasure she'd just given him. She heard him whisper something and the bonds disappeared; she was now free. Her left hand went straight down to her clit, rubbing it furiously and not caring one bit how she looked.
"As fine a sight as it is, seeing you so desperate and wanton, I did not say you could do that. Remove your hand."
It took all the strength and energy Pansy had to do as she was told, but she did it, knowing that next time he would reward her with an orgasm twice the size as the one she would have had now. Only if she was good, of course, and this time, she planned to be on her best behaviour. She hated the feeling of not being allowed to come.
"Good girl," Potter cooed as she stood and began to dress, avoiding his gaze. "Now, I want you to go home and have sex with your husband."
She nodded and started towards the door, no traces of her adultery evident.
"Oh, and Pansy?" She turned, her hand poised on the door handle. "Don't come."
Gritting her teeth, Pansy said a quiet 'Yes, Sir' and left the bedroom, hoping beyond hope that Ron not only wanted to have sex, but didn't mind that she wouldn't come during it. He was an attentive lover, unlike Potter, and he'd want to know why he couldn't please her. She spent the rest of the walk home trying to come up with something, but when she couldn't, she decided that if she came, she came.
After all, Potter would never really know whether she'd orgasmed or not. Would he? Something deep inside her feared that he would.