Defensive Zone

by Catherine Gayle

  I headed for the downstairs bathroom. I didn’t want to take the time to climb the stairs since my dick was already hard enough to pound nails. Every second spent away from her was torture.

  Never in a million years would I have expected this costume, though. It took me a moment to figure it out as I pulled the pieces out of the bag. There was a pair of black slacks and a plain white button-down shirt with a tie. The tie was in crimson and gold, and it had a crest on it. An emblematic lion, as a matter of fact, with the word Gryffindor in fancy, gold script lettering underneath. Then there was also a black robe bearing the same emblem over the heart. Near the bottom of the bag, I found a pair of black wire-rimmed glasses.

  And of course, I couldn’t forget the magic wand. Only this one was a dildo designed to look like a wand. I didn’t know of any wizards with kinks like this, but I was game.

  It seemed she wanted me to be Harry Potter.

  I got myself into costume, debating whether I should mark my forehead with a lightning-bolt scar. But if I used a pen or marker, I might not be able to get the ink fully off before practice tomorrow. Bad idea. The boys would never let me hear the end of it. I decided to leave that out, and the thought of trying to explain it to Webs made me shudder.

  Once I had the tie properly tied and the wand tucked away in the pocket of my robes, I headed back out to the living room.

  Dani had moved, even though I’d told her not to. The trench coat was gone, and she was on her knees with them spread as wide as her shoulders. She was wearing a short, crimson-and-gold skirt that matched my tie and showed off almost every blessed inch of her gorgeous legs. Her white blouse was constructed of some sort of see-through material. No bra underneath, which made my mouth water. I could see every bit of her full breasts, her taut, rosy nipples. She had a tie that matched mine, loosely knotted and hanging down between her breasts. No robe for her, and instead of a wand, she had a miniature broomstick in her hands that looked distinctly like it was something meant for spankings, not flying.

  Her big eyes met mine, and she held out the broomstick in both hands, offering it up to me. “I’m so sorry, Harry. I was sure I had the spell right. I was trying to put an anti-jinxing charm on your broomstick so the Slytherins couldn’t jinx it during your next Quidditch match, like we know they’re planning to. I studied and studied, because I know anti-jinxes aren’t something we’re supposed to even learn until seventh year. But honestly, it’s not that difficult, according to one of the books I borrowed from the library. You know how I picked up a few dozen yesterday for some light reading. But I practiced the spell on a few things in the girls’ dormitory last night, and I knew I could do it. But when I started to perform the charm, one of the Slytherins must have slipped up behind me in the corridor. Anyway, they put some jinx on me that caused me to perform a shrinking spell on it instead. I took your broomstick to one of the professors straightaway to find a counter-curse, but they said there’s nothing to be done. And it’s too late to order a new broomstick before the Quidditch match! I’m so sorry, Harry. I was trying to help, but it seems I’ve gone and made everything worse.”

  Dani had gotten into costume for me before, but she’d never gone into character quite this deeply. I couldn’t explain why seeing her on her knees with remorse like this, totally playing the role she’d chosen for herself, made me feel like a fucking god. But it did. She did.

  “Hermione,” I said with as much censure as I could muster. Because I had a role to play, too, and I wasn’t going to let Dani down. “What am I supposed to do with that broomstick now? It’s useless.”

  “I wouldn’t say it’s useless.”

  “Wouldn’t you? How am I supposed to fly on that?” I took it from her, taking the wooden handle in my palm and wrapping my fingers around it. The design was good. It fit my hand almost perfectly, like it was made just for me. “It’s barely big enough to hold in my hand,” I pointed out. “I can’t get my entire body on it.”

  “Well, I suppose you’ll have to find some other use for it, then.”

  “Such as?” I raised my brow suggestively.

  “You should spank me with it for creating such a muddle of things. I should have just left well enough alone, but I thought I could help. Clearly, I was wrong.”

  “Clearly,” I replied, running my fingers along the soft twig-like bits that made up the tail. They should give a good stinging sensation but nothing too sharp. If I was going to use anything other than the palm of my hand when I spanked her ass, this would be a good choice for our first foray. It wasn’t something that should leave any marks. It probably wouldn’t even hurt as much as my hand—it’d just provide a different sensation. “I guess there’s nothing else to be done, is there?”

  Dani shook her head sadly. “I’m really, really sorry, Harry.”

  “We’ll see just how sorry you are, won’t we?” I added the broomstick to the same pocket of my robes that contained the wand. Then I reached down for her. She allowed me to help her to her feet. I wrapped my fingers around her wrist, feeling the frantic pounding of her pulse. The urge to take her into my arms and kiss the nerves out of her was strong, but that would mean stepping outside of the game we were playing. Besides, she seemed to thrive on testing her boundaries. This was just one more way for her to do so.

  “Are you going to do that?” Dani asked. “I was only joking. I didn’t think you’d take me seriously. You can’t truly mean to spank me. It’s totally barbaric!”

  “Come with me,” I said, tightening my grip on her wrist. I headed for the stairs, hauling her along behind me.

  “I’ll tell the teachers, Harry! It’s got to be against at least a dozen school rules.” She struggled, but not quite so much that I had to drag her. “You’ll be expelled for this, and you’ll deserve it.”

  “No more than you deserve to be punished for shrinking my broomstick.”

  We reached the top of the stairs, Dani still trying to free herself from my grip. Instead of taking her to my bedroom, though, I decided to change things up. I took her into one of the guest rooms, but this one was different from the others. I had it set up more as an office, with a wooden chair and matching desk, a few bookshelves, and one comfortable reading chair and lamp by the window. This looked far more like a school setting than anything else in my house, so it’d have to do.

  I hadn’t thought ahead to what I’d do with her once I got her here, though. We were playing this out as we went, flying by the seats of our pants. Dani tried to tug her arm free again, and she nearly managed it because I’d gotten distracted by trying to figure out my next course of action.

  “Oh, no, you don’t,” I said, renewing my grip on her.

  “You’ll never get away with this, Harry.”

  “Of course I will. I get away with everything. I’m the title character, or have you forgotten? This is Harry Potter and the Shrunken Broomstick, not Hermione Granger and the Very Sore Bum. Although that’s going to be a side plot.”

  “More like Dirty Harry Potter,” she bit off. She gave me a glare that set my entire body on fire. Christ, but she was absolute perfection. I was one lucky son of a bitch, and I wasn’t about to forget it any time in the next few decades.

  I hadn’t closed the door behind us yet, and she tried one more bid for escape. Not a chance I’d let her get away from me this time. I jerked her against me, her big blue eyes going wide with defiance as I slammed the door closed and pressed her back to it, anchoring her in place with my hips. The added pressure on my cock was exquisite, so I ground against her. She was so much shorter than me that I was grinding into her belly, but my dick didn’t care. Because this was Dani fucking Weber, and she was all I needed—a startling realization.

  “Just where do you think you’re going?” I asked, my lips only a breath away from hers. With my body pinning hers in place, she couldn’t go anywhere. No need for me to keep a grip on her arm anymore. I spread my hands over her sides, running them up her ribs until I could just tease the tender
skin of her breasts. That gauzy fabric didn’t hide a thing from my touch. Her tits turned to hard peaks, pebbling against my chest.

  She sucked in a sharp breath when I tweaked both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, giving them a bit of a twist. Her glare liquefied, her eyes glassy with lust. “To the headmaster’s office,” she breathed.

  “Not this time, you’re not.” I wanted to kiss her. Christ, I needed a taste of her. But it was going to have to wait, because the game was just getting started. Instead, I spent long minutes teasing those perfect breasts, squeezing them, molding them to my palms, pinching her sensitive nipples until she moaned from somewhere deep in her chest.

  I took the loose knot of her tie and undid it. Slowly, I slipped the silky length from around her neck. I’d never restrained her before using anything other than my own body, but these ties seemed too good to pass up. “Hands over your head.”

  She willfully kept her arms at her sides. That was part of the game, of course. Already, she was too turned on to speak in intelligible sentences. That was something I’d learned about her early on. Her eyes still told me to go fuck myself, but she couldn’t manage to tell me as much with her voice.

  With the necktie in one hand, I gripped her by the biceps and put her arms where I wanted them since she’d refused to comply on her own. It only took me a moment to secure the tie around her wrists in a way she wouldn’t be able to undo without my assistance. Then, giving her a tug with the loose ends, I turned to glance around the room and determine the next part of the plan.

  The wooden chair caught my eye, and a vision of her strapped down to it with her bare ass presented to me flashed through my mind. That was all it took to make my decision. I dragged it away from the desk, placing it in the center of the room. Then I bent her over the chair sideways, drawing her arms down to the legs and securing the tie to one of the crossbars beneath it.

  She’d bent her knees to ease the ache in her back, but that left her ass a bit lower than I wanted it. I took one of the throw pillows off the other chair and stuffed it between the seat and her belly. That effectively raised her bottom up to a good spanking height. But she was still trying to shift her legs around, twisting and contorting her body in an effort to get free. That wouldn’t do, so I removed my tie and used it to secure her ankles to the chair legs.

  Her tiny skirt was still covering her ass. I closed the distance between us, settling one hand over each cheek. She groaned and shoved her hips back toward me, seeking more of my touch. Her body told me everything I needed to know, the heat from her core threatening to melt me.

  “Need to get all of this out of the way,” I said, giving her rump a good, solid squeeze. “What’ve you got underneath here, hmm?” I inched the fabric up and over, until it fell from her waist covering her back.

  And there wasn’t a damned thing underneath. Not even one of those tiny thongs she usually wore, not that they covered much. Her ass and pussy were both completely bare to me, the gathered wetness glistening where the light hit it.

  Now it was my turn to groan. I nearly lost all semblance of control right then. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t laid a finger on me, that I was still fully clothed. I almost came in my pants like a teenager seeing a bare pussy for the first time.

  I kneaded her cheeks until they gave off a healthy, slightly pink glow. But that pussy kept calling to me. Every time I took my hands away from her, it seemed like she was grasping for something to fill her.

  I couldn’t help myself. I dropped down to my knees behind her and buried my face in her cleft. She shivered as I licked a line from her clit to her slit and back. She rocked her hips back toward me when I drew tight circles around her clit before sucking it between my lips. I shoved my tongue into her opening, fucking her with it while keeping up the pressure on her little nub, and she squeezed the shit out of me. I didn’t stop until she clenched and quivered, making tiny little simpering sighs with what would hopefully only be her first of several orgasms.

  Christ, I loved making her come. I could spend hours giving her pleasure and never get tired of it.

  Even that wasn’t enough for her, though. When I stood up, those inner lips were still tightening, trying to hold on to something, but there was nothing there to fill her.

  And then I remembered the magic wand in my pocket. I took it out and drew it through her slit a few times, coating it with her abundance of natural lubrication before pressing it to her entrance. I hadn’t done anything to stretch her yet, but it wasn’t too big and she was so aroused that there wasn’t much resistance until the dildo was inserted about halfway. Still, she let out the sort of grunt some women gave if I didn’t spend enough time on foreplay before fucking them, and she was panting for air.

  “What color light?” I asked, breaking character for just a moment.

  She was quiet for a moment. And then, “Yellow.”

  I barely heard her voice at all. It was like she was straining to stay focused. I started rubbing little circles around her clit with my finger, hoping to help bring her arousal up to an appropriate level again. “Just need time to adjust to it?”

  “And the position.” Still barely more than a whisper.

  We should have talked about restraints before. Shit. When I was with Dani, all my usual rules seemed to go out the window. “Do you need me to untie you?” I asked.

  “Don’t you fucking dare.”

  Alrighty then. She couldn’t be much clearer than that.

  “What can I do to help?” I asked, still giving her clit my undivided attention.

  No response for a moment. I wasn’t sure if she didn’t know or if she was embarrassed to ask for what she wanted. Neither of those options really seemed like Dani, though. She tended to know exactly what she wanted, and she didn’t just ask for it, she demanded it.

  Finally, she said, “Just keep rubbing my clit like that. And maybe fuck me with the dildo for a minute, like you did with your tongue. Not too hard.”

  That was something I could definitely do. With my other hand, I grabbed the base and eased it out about an inch before pressing it back inside.

  She let out a muffled sound that I couldn’t interpret.

  “Good or bad?” I asked.

  “Good. Keep it up.”

  With this view, it was having no difficulty staying up. Gradually, her greedy pussy swallowed more and more of the dildo with every push. By the time she had taken the full length, she was rocking back toward me again and sexy, garbled sounds were coming from her mouth.

  She was getting close to another orgasm, but I still owed her a spanking. I left the dildo fully inserted and removed all my attentions from her very swollen nub. She whimpered in complaint, but I was ready to get back into my role—and I was fairly certain she was ready for the same, too. I took the broomstick out of my pocket.

  I needed to know for sure, though, so I moved around in front of her and tipped up her chin until she met my eyes, holding the broomstick between us so she couldn’t mistake my meaning. “Green?”

  She nodded with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Green. Spank me, Harry.”

  Not that it needed any help on that score, but my dick virtually sat up and begged because of the sexy look she sent my direction and the way she was practically drooling.

  This girl was going to be the death of me.

  I HEARD THE thwack but didn’t feel anything, which confused the heck out of me. I made an attempt to crane my head around and see what Cody was doing, but it was no use. The same sound jarred me again, causing me to tense up in anticipation, but still nothing. He must be using it on himself, testing it out before striking me with it. That thought actually eased my mind somewhat.

  Just when I started to relax, Cody swung it at my ass, connecting with a sharp thwack.

  I’d already tried this thing out on my arm at the store, so I had an idea what kind of sensation it would provide when it hit me. But nothing could have prepared me for the way it would make my pussy clench arou
nd the dildo, those sharp stings from the twiggy bits spreading like wildfire across the right side of my ass.

  I was pretty sure I screamed in mutual shock and joy.

  “Too much?” Cody asked, all concern.

  “Green,” I bit off. There wasn’t a chance in hell I wanted him to stop. The memory of the first time he’d spanked me was still far too deeply ingrained in my mind, how much it had turned me on and how the ache had stayed with me as a reminder of all the kinky things we had done together. I wanted this. I wanted the reminder to last longer, too, which undoubtedly it would with this implement instead of him merely using his hand.

  Still, I hadn’t yet braced myself for the next impact before it met me.

  The twiggy things left more of a sting than his hand had, which made my pussy clench around the dildo.

  I liked the sting. Maybe a little too much. Every time he struck me, I squeezed the dildo tighter, took more of it inside.

  I lost track of the blows, focusing only on the growing heat in my most sensitive places. My breasts felt full and heavy, hanging over the edge of the chair, gravity doing its part to drag them toward the floor, where they swung, heavy and full, like the pendulum of a grandfather clock on speed.

  The twigs struck my ass again before I was braced for the blow. That was probably a good thing, in the end, because I hadn’t had time to tense up in anticipation. I let out a low groan, wishing I could muffle my sounds of discomfort in a pillow. But there was nothing I could do about that. All I could do was brace myself for whatever else Cody intended to dish out.

  It was a good thing he hadn’t ordered me to keep count of the blows, because as they kept coming, it was all I could do to keep myself on the chair. Yeah, he had me tied to it, but still. I felt like I might float away if not for the restraints.

  I kept clenching around the dildo with every strike, somehow taking more of it inside me by the moment. I moaned and forced my hips back, desperate for more despite myself. After a few more strikes, he dropped to his knees behind me and fiddled with the dildo, thrusting it in and out of me. It felt like heaven. But I wished it was him, not the dildo.