Seven: A bit of bondage fun
Scene: Post-Ministry attack (January, end of)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A bit of bondage and pain
Tonks had been in a foul mood for two days. Ever since she'd been called back to the Ministry to see her face on her Aunt. Then on Zabini. Then on Montague. She'd been foaming mad for a good full day afterwards, which had more than likely made it hard for Bill. Now that she'd calmed a bit, she figured she needed to make it up to him in some way.
So she'd dug around in the trunk at the foot of the bed and pulled out a few things in anticipation. Then she sat down to relax and wait for him to come home from work.
Bill tossed his cloak on the sofa, still in his tie and suspenders from work. Damnit, he was really tired of cranky customers. It wasn't his fault they didn't have enough gold.
"Love? I'm home."
"I'm up here," she called down, leaning over the railing. Catching sight of the suspenders she gave a happy sigh. She loved those. Grinning wickedly, she caught his eye. "Might I suggest you find your way up here? I've got a few tasks for you, pet."
She seemed in a LOT better mood, but Bill still was wary as he walked up the steps. Really, he knew how much shit she'd been through and he didn't want to do anything to make it worse.
Tonks met him at the top of the stairs and nearly knocked him down them with her exuberant pounce and kiss. She'd been practically untouchable for days, and it was more than time to make up for that. Pulling back finally, she nipped at his lower lip.
"I'm in a mood, love. Care to indulge me?"
Bill grinned up at her, indulging a sappy moment.
"... you're smiling. I'd indulge you anything."
Tonks smirked at that. "Anything? Because I've got all kinds of wicked plans for you that would make me smile the whole night. They just require a bit of... submission."
Ooooooh! That was the best of games.
Bill ducked his head, falling into the role. "... have I done something wrong, Mistress?"
"You've actually been very good, which tells me you deserve a reward." Tonks crooked a finger at him and led him into the bedroom, discarding her clothes as she went. "I thought I'd tie you down and tease you until you begged, then make you pleasure me until I'm satisfied, and then I might get around to you. If you're exceptionally good."
Of course she always found her way around to him in the end. How could she resist?
Bill grinned a little, watching her undress with half-open eyes.
Such a beautiful wife he had.
"... you're too good to me, Mistress."
Tonks turned and strode up to him, sliding her fingers under his suspenders and tugging on them lightly before sliding them down and unclipping them. Leaning forward to whisper in his ear, she nipped on his earlobe before she spoke.
"I have a use for these...." With another quick nip, she pulled back and moved to lounge on the bed, eyes watching him hungrily. "Strip for me, love."
Bill dared to look up, intentionally trying to provoke her. He'd dampened his libido while she was upset so much, he needed a kick-start.
"Tsk..." Tonks shook her head disapprovingly. "Such disobedience. We just can't have that now, can we?"
Hopping down again, she stalked over to him, circling him once before coming to a stop. "And here I thought you were going to be such a good boy."
Waving her wand, she watched his clothes fly off and hit the far wall. Another wave and invisible restraints began tugging him towards the bed firmly until he was on it, face down. Running a hand over his bare arse, she grinned. "I guess there'll have to be a lesson, after all."
Bill tried to contain his utter glee at that.
"... yes, Mistress," he murmured, making a good show of being obedient.
Tonks positioned herself carefully for the best view. He had such a lovely arse, and she planned to leave handprints all over it before she moved on to firmer things. Her hand connected on the right with a sharp slap, the skin heating immediately under her palm. Lovely. She repeated the process on the left, and then went back to the right, watching the red seep into his skin as she worked.
"Such a naughty boy."
Bill groaned, ducking his head as he tried his damned not to scream.
"... I'm sorry, Mistress."
Tonks, not sure of his sincerity, reached for the padded paddle she had taken out earlier. The sound it made was one of her favourites. A firm whack echoed through the room as she applied it just once.
"Are you going to behave now, pet?"
Bill groaned, his entire body arching with the impact.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good." Tonks set aside the paddle and leaned forward, running her tongue along the various handprints, pausing to nip here and there and watch the marks fade into the red. It was certainly worth the sore palms, to see him so thoroughly punished.
Reaching over to the bedside table, she decided he needed cooling off. Plucking a patented Never-Melt ice cube from the cup there, she traced it over each cheek, watching the goosebumps form.
Grinding his hips as surreptitiously as he could manage against the fabric of the bed, Bill tried to gain some desperately needed friction.
She was killing him.
A firm swat to the hip told him to hold still. Really, he was getting downright rebellious these days. Tonks continued to trace with the ice cube until the last of the redness had faded.
"Want over, pet? Tired of looking at pillows?" A wave of her wand and the room darkened and the candle sconces lit. Might as well be romantic and wicked, she told herself.
Nodding, Bill held his jaw shut. Really, she hadn't done enough to make him beg.
Yet.
Tonks manipulated the bonds to flip him over carefully. Her eyes roved over his body, smiling softly. He really was the most lovely man, and she adored him. That didn't keep her in the least, however, from wrapping her palm around his obvious arousal, ice cube in palm, and stroking lovingly.
Hissing fiercely, Bill could taste blood in his mouth now with the restraint needed to keep from begging her to suck him.
... except of course, that he said that out loud.
That was much better, she decided. He really had been terribly sweet the past few days, so Tonks decided to oblige him. He'd need to be restrained however, as she couldn't have him finding any sort of release before she was ready to allow it. Climbing over him lightly, she dug in the bedside table. Where had she left it.
"Oh yes, there you are." Tonks came back up with a lovely black leather ring and fastened it around the base of his cock. "Much better. Can't have you getting too happy, now can I, love?"
Leaning forward, she took him into her mouth with painful slowness. At the same time, she slid the ice cube down, to trace more sensitive skin.
Nearly panting, Bill's hips arched, finding as much pleasure as he could beyond that goddamned ring.
One of these days, he was buying her a chastity belt, he swore it.
Tonks took her time, finally having the chance to fully enjoy having him in her mouth. It was something she took a great deal of pleasure from, the taste, the heat, the texture. She paused every now and then to tell him just how much she was enjoying herself.
Quite sure she was going to be paying for this later, she made sure to enjoy it while she could.
Bill groaned outright, his hips thrusting, her name falling from his lips over and over.
Sprinkled curses liberally throughout the words, naturally. "... fuck, Nymph... need... please let me..."
Tonks tossed the ice cube aside and straddled him, sinking down urgently, while freeing his hands. He felt incredible inside her, and she cried out roughly, finally having what she'd wanted all along.
"I love you."
Bill's hands were free, but other parts of him weren't. That was really the only thing that kept him from rolling over and fucking her senseless.
"I love you too, but oh... help..."
"Oh bloody hell." Tonks grinned at him sheepishly and reached behind and undid the ring. "You'd have beaten me bloody for that, eh love?"
Bill groaned, feeling the most incredible rush when she finally did so.
"... we might be doing it again, so don't count on a beating."
Tonks leaned down, kissing him thoroughly. She always wondered if he knew just how committed to him she was. He was her world, really, and everything revolved around him being a part of it. Other things and people had spun off and become less important now.
Looking into his eyes, she couldn't help but smile. "You'll just have to make it up to me then, won't you?"
Bill was about to make a smartass reply, but instead he had no choice but to groan, that peak far too close for his liking.
Really, the best way to make it up to her was to make sure she'd get there too, wasn't it? His fingers slipped between them, kissing her hard as they approached the climax together.
It was the slight pinch that did it for her, really. Tonks had been on the edge since she'd taken Bill in her mouth. That last little touch combined with the feel of him inside her set her off wailing and moaning. She pressed her face to the crook of his neck and shook with pleasure.
With a final shout of his own, Bill managed to get his arms around her before falling off the peak himself, eyes closed tightly.
"... I love you too," he murmured against her shoulder, kissing the skin there gently.
Tonks relaxed onto him, breathing softly against his neck. She always felt so safe and loved in his arms. It made things better, and she knew she'd been silly to hold off so long.
"I'm sorry I've been in such a mood." This was murmured against his skin. "You didn't deserve it."
"And I haven't done the same sometimes?" Bill murmured back, pulling the covers up around them. "I can't blame you, after everything." He gently stroked her back, never planning on letting her go until she asked.
"Still, I somehow forgot that things are better when you're close." Tonks was drowsy now, her whole body going limp on top of him. "I shouldn't forget that. It's very important, you know. Nothing's right without you."
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A bit of bondage and pain
Tonks had been in a foul mood for two days. Ever since she'd been called back to the Ministry to see her face on her Aunt. Then on Zabini. Then on Montague. She'd been foaming mad for a good full day afterwards, which had more than likely made it hard for Bill. Now that she'd calmed a bit, she figured she needed to make it up to him in some way.
So she'd dug around in the trunk at the foot of the bed and pulled out a few things in anticipation. Then she sat down to relax and wait for him to come home from work.
Bill tossed his cloak on the sofa, still in his tie and suspenders from work. Damnit, he was really tired of cranky customers. It wasn't his fault they didn't have enough gold.
"Love? I'm home."
"I'm up here," she called down, leaning over the railing. Catching sight of the suspenders she gave a happy sigh. She loved those. Grinning wickedly, she caught his eye. "Might I suggest you find your way up here? I've got a few tasks for you, pet."
She seemed in a LOT better mood, but Bill still was wary as he walked up the steps. Really, he knew how much shit she'd been through and he didn't want to do anything to make it worse.
Tonks met him at the top of the stairs and nearly knocked him down them with her exuberant pounce and kiss. She'd been practically untouchable for days, and it was more than time to make up for that. Pulling back finally, she nipped at his lower lip.
"I'm in a mood, love. Care to indulge me?"
Bill grinned up at her, indulging a sappy moment.
"... you're smiling. I'd indulge you anything."
Tonks smirked at that. "Anything? Because I've got all kinds of wicked plans for you that would make me smile the whole night. They just require a bit of... submission."
Ooooooh! That was the best of games.
Bill ducked his head, falling into the role. "... have I done something wrong, Mistress?"
"You've actually been very good, which tells me you deserve a reward." Tonks crooked a finger at him and led him into the bedroom, discarding her clothes as she went. "I thought I'd tie you down and tease you until you begged, then make you pleasure me until I'm satisfied, and then I might get around to you. If you're exceptionally good."
Of course she always found her way around to him in the end. How could she resist?
Bill grinned a little, watching her undress with half-open eyes.
Such a beautiful wife he had.
"... you're too good to me, Mistress."
Tonks turned and strode up to him, sliding her fingers under his suspenders and tugging on them lightly before sliding them down and unclipping them. Leaning forward to whisper in his ear, she nipped on his earlobe before she spoke.
"I have a use for these...." With another quick nip, she pulled back and moved to lounge on the bed, eyes watching him hungrily. "Strip for me, love."
Bill dared to look up, intentionally trying to provoke her. He'd dampened his libido while she was upset so much, he needed a kick-start.
"Tsk..." Tonks shook her head disapprovingly. "Such disobedience. We just can't have that now, can we?"
Hopping down again, she stalked over to him, circling him once before coming to a stop. "And here I thought you were going to be such a good boy."
Waving her wand, she watched his clothes fly off and hit the far wall. Another wave and invisible restraints began tugging him towards the bed firmly until he was on it, face down. Running a hand over his bare arse, she grinned. "I guess there'll have to be a lesson, after all."
Bill tried to contain his utter glee at that.
"... yes, Mistress," he murmured, making a good show of being obedient.
Tonks positioned herself carefully for the best view. He had such a lovely arse, and she planned to leave handprints all over it before she moved on to firmer things. Her hand connected on the right with a sharp slap, the skin heating immediately under her palm. Lovely. She repeated the process on the left, and then went back to the right, watching the red seep into his skin as she worked.
"Such a naughty boy."
Bill groaned, ducking his head as he tried his damned not to scream.
"... I'm sorry, Mistress."
Tonks, not sure of his sincerity, reached for the padded paddle she had taken out earlier. The sound it made was one of her favourites. A firm whack echoed through the room as she applied it just once.
"Are you going to behave now, pet?"
Bill groaned, his entire body arching with the impact.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good." Tonks set aside the paddle and leaned forward, running her tongue along the various handprints, pausing to nip here and there and watch the marks fade into the red. It was certainly worth the sore palms, to see him so thoroughly punished.
Reaching over to the bedside table, she decided he needed cooling off. Plucking a patented Never-Melt ice cube from the cup there, she traced it over each cheek, watching the goosebumps form.
Grinding his hips as surreptitiously as he could manage against the fabric of the bed, Bill tried to gain some desperately needed friction.
She was killing him.
A firm swat to the hip told him to hold still. Really, he was getting downright rebellious these days. Tonks continued to trace with the ice cube until the last of the redness had faded.
"Want over, pet? Tired of looking at pillows?" A wave of her wand and the room darkened and the candle sconces lit. Might as well be romantic and wicked, she told herself.
Nodding, Bill held his jaw shut. Really, she hadn't done enough to make him beg.
Yet.
Tonks manipulated the bonds to flip him over carefully. Her eyes roved over his body, smiling softly. He really was the most lovely man, and she adored him. That didn't keep her in the least, however, from wrapping her palm around his obvious arousal, ice cube in palm, and stroking lovingly.
Hissing fiercely, Bill could taste blood in his mouth now with the restraint needed to keep from begging her to suck him.
... except of course, that he said that out loud.
That was much better, she decided. He really had been terribly sweet the past few days, so Tonks decided to oblige him. He'd need to be restrained however, as she couldn't have him finding any sort of release before she was ready to allow it. Climbing over him lightly, she dug in the bedside table. Where had she left it.
"Oh yes, there you are." Tonks came back up with a lovely black leather ring and fastened it around the base of his cock. "Much better. Can't have you getting too happy, now can I, love?"
Leaning forward, she took him into her mouth with painful slowness. At the same time, she slid the ice cube down, to trace more sensitive skin.
Nearly panting, Bill's hips arched, finding as much pleasure as he could beyond that goddamned ring.
One of these days, he was buying her a chastity belt, he swore it.
Tonks took her time, finally having the chance to fully enjoy having him in her mouth. It was something she took a great deal of pleasure from, the taste, the heat, the texture. She paused every now and then to tell him just how much she was enjoying herself.
Quite sure she was going to be paying for this later, she made sure to enjoy it while she could.
Bill groaned outright, his hips thrusting, her name falling from his lips over and over.
Sprinkled curses liberally throughout the words, naturally. "... fuck, Nymph... need... please let me..."
Tonks tossed the ice cube aside and straddled him, sinking down urgently, while freeing his hands. He felt incredible inside her, and she cried out roughly, finally having what she'd wanted all along.
"I love you."
Bill's hands were free, but other parts of him weren't. That was really the only thing that kept him from rolling over and fucking her senseless.
"I love you too, but oh... help..."
"Oh bloody hell." Tonks grinned at him sheepishly and reached behind and undid the ring. "You'd have beaten me bloody for that, eh love?"
Bill groaned, feeling the most incredible rush when she finally did so.
"... we might be doing it again, so don't count on a beating."
Tonks leaned down, kissing him thoroughly. She always wondered if he knew just how committed to him she was. He was her world, really, and everything revolved around him being a part of it. Other things and people had spun off and become less important now.
Looking into his eyes, she couldn't help but smile. "You'll just have to make it up to me then, won't you?"
Bill was about to make a smartass reply, but instead he had no choice but to groan, that peak far too close for his liking.
Really, the best way to make it up to her was to make sure she'd get there too, wasn't it? His fingers slipped between them, kissing her hard as they approached the climax together.
It was the slight pinch that did it for her, really. Tonks had been on the edge since she'd taken Bill in her mouth. That last little touch combined with the feel of him inside her set her off wailing and moaning. She pressed her face to the crook of his neck and shook with pleasure.
With a final shout of his own, Bill managed to get his arms around her before falling off the peak himself, eyes closed tightly.
"... I love you too," he murmured against her shoulder, kissing the skin there gently.
Tonks relaxed onto him, breathing softly against his neck. She always felt so safe and loved in his arms. It made things better, and she knew she'd been silly to hold off so long.
"I'm sorry I've been in such a mood." This was murmured against his skin. "You didn't deserve it."
"And I haven't done the same sometimes?" Bill murmured back, pulling the covers up around them. "I can't blame you, after everything." He gently stroked her back, never planning on letting her go until she asked.
"Still, I somehow forgot that things are better when you're close." Tonks was drowsy now, her whole body going limp on top of him. "I shouldn't forget that. It's very important, you know. Nothing's right without you."