His Forbidden Flower Chapter 2

Content Warnings: Clamps, Edging, Riding Crop, Teasing, Spanking, Bondage, Kink Furniture.

When he returned, Rose was standing in front of the large oak closet set into the wall directly opposite the door of the playroom. She jumped at the sound of the closing door behind him, slowly turning to look at him with wide, fearful eyes. He didn’t need to activate his side of the bond to smell her arousal.

Harry walked towards the trembling redhead with slow, deliberate steps, building up the anticipation and tension. “Exploring, are we?” he asked, glancing at the toy in her hands. It was a set of three clamps, two of which were connected by a thin golden chain. The third one dangled from the connecting chain, the coiled spring ensuring it could be pulled to varying distances from the other two clamps.

“That’s what you asked me to do, Harry,” Rose mumbled, a deep blush gracing her freckled cheeks.

His cock stirred at the innocence in her voice. She was his pure flower, just waiting to be corrupted. Even after a weekend of debauchery, the very sight of her made him want more. He wondered how intense his desires would be when he finally opened his letter.

We probably won’t be sleeping for a week.

“That’s right,” he whispered, taking the clamps from her shaky hands. He circled around her, taking a second to appreciate her body. She was the goddess Venus in mortal form. Big brown eyes, thick lashes, round cheeks, and perfect bow-shaped ruby lips. Her large breasts hung like two perfect teardrops on her chest, and he groaned at the sudden tightness in his pants as his dick twitched at the thought of spending an entire night just playing with them.

I’m a boob man through and through, but-

He paused, his fingers moving to grab the edge of her skirt. She shivered but didn’t complain when he pulled her skirt up, tucking the fabric in its own waistband.

“A thong, Miss Weasley?” he asked, studying the lacy black underwear that matched the bra she had discarded downstairs. “A matching set too. Tell me, were you planning to seduce me?” he teased, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her ass cheek. She moaned softly as he began to knead her ass, leaning back into the hand on her back for support.

“N-no,” she whispered, her breathing ragged.

His thumb circled her tight hole after he’d pushed her thong to one side, causing her breath to hitch. “If you lie to me, Miss Weasley,” he whispered, gently pushing the tip of his thumb inside her ass, “you will be punished.”

“N-not a lie. W-wore it to f-feel sexy in my fantasy and f-forgot to take it off,” she stuttered. Her legs seemed to have no strength in them, and were it not for his hand supporting her, she’d have collapsed back into his chest.

“And what did we do in this fantasy of yours?”

It took her a minute to answer. “We… uh… we made love. C-consummated our bond,” she whispered.

“Is that so?” Harry asked, pulling his hand away from her ass. He ignored her quiet groan. “You see, I’m slightly confused.” He grabbed the blanket she had loosely draped over her shoulders, pulling it free and tossing it onto the bed. “If your fantasy was me making love to you, why did you ask me to bring you here instead of the bedroom?”

When she did not reply, his hand shifted from her back to snake around her waist, pulling her against his firm chest. She stayed silent except for a quiet ‘oomph’ of surprise, but shifted ever so slightly till his bulge was poking her soft cheek.

“Perhaps you need an… incentive to be truthful, Miss Weasley,” Harry whispered. He dropped the clamps in her hand. He pinched her right nipple, rolling the rapidly stiffening pink nub between his fingers as she gasped and squirmed in his grip, but made no effort to push him away or ask him to stop. She gasped when he freed her now taut nipple from his grip.

“Are you going to… clamp them?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. She arched her back slightly, pushing her large mounds into his hands as he shifted to her left nipple, giving it the same treatment as her right one.

“Yes,” Harry responded simply, taking the clamps from her hand once both her nipples were taut pebbles, standing at attention.

“What’s the third one for?” Her speech and breathing had slowly returned to normal, a combination of the quick-witted girl rapidly acclimatizing to her new reality and their physical closeness satiating the needs of their bond.

“You’ll see,” Harry replied calmly. He teased her nipple with the cold metal of the clamps, causing the girl to quiver with anticipation.

“I thought you said I could-” Rose murmured. Her words died in her throat, replaced by a shrill scream when he clamped her nipple. “I… Merlin! D-daddy!”

Harry chuckled. The shock of the sudden pressure on the sensitive nub had wrecked the last remaining bits of her inhibition and sense of propriety, and she began to subconsciously grind against his cock, desperately begging to be fucked.

“You’re not so innocent after all, are you, Miss Weasley? When was the last time you slept with someone?” Harry asked. The chain connecting the clamps jingled quietly when he pulled the clamp to her other nipple. He pushed the hardened peak between the clamp but did not release his hold on it yet, drawing out her torture. She knew what was to come, but he wouldn’t give her any indication of when.

“N-never?” Rose offered weakly. Her breathing had started to grow labored again.

“Saving yourself for your soulmate?” He needed to get his pants off within the next few minutes. Every moment spent in her presence was causing the tent in his jeans to grow larger, and the snug clothing was completely inadequate to comfortably house his fully erect cock.

Clamps first, he decided.

“No. The thought of men my age, their bumbling fingers, and faking orgasm after orgasm was absolutely revolting. My soulmate and my taste in men aligns perfectly,” Rose admitted.

“Are my fingers skilled enough, Miss Weasley?” Harry asked, finally releasing the clamp. She groaned, sinking further into his chest, her head moving to rest on his shoulder.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He grabbed the third clamp, taking a second to study her freckled face. Her eyes were shut, and a small blissful smile betrayed her happiness. His eyes moved down to her breasts, his cock twitching at the sight of the creamy flesh moving up and down with every breath she took.

“I…”

He pushed her thong to one side, gently tracing her wet, puffy lips with the clamp. She groaned and wiggled against him at the sensation of the cold steel assaulting her warm core. “You called me something,” he said, clamping her clit suddenly and without any warning.

“Daddy!” she shrieked, the remaining strength in her legs deserting her at his casual possession of her most private area.

“Use ‘red’ if you need me to stop. ‘Yellow’ if you need me to slow down, and ‘green’ if I’ve stopped and you’d like me to continue. They’re your safe words. Nod if you understand me Rosie,” Harry whispered, his hands moving to her shoulders. He turned her around, letting the sniffling girl snuggle into his chest.

She nodded against his bare skin. “Y-yellow,” she croaked.

“Okay darling,” Harry whispered. He swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal style towards the enormous bed.

“Is this my punishment for lying?” she asked softly, snuggling into the crook of his neck. The bed creaked quietly, the soft mattress sinking under their combined weight as he sat on the edge of the bed. Tears intermingled with her mascara, the combination of the two streaming down her cheeks and staining her skin. Her make-up was ruined, her face an utter mess already.

He had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

“No. This was satisfying your curiosity. Sometimes showing is better than telling,” Harry whispered, running his fingers through her fiery red hair. “Your punishment comes later. Unless you’d like to stop here for the night?”

Rose shook her head. “Green,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Very well then.” He stood, carrying her over to the spanking horse arranged next to the fireplace. He set the girl down on the soft leather, gently turning her till she was on all fours, her hands and feet resting on the lower two bars of the horse. The slight curve of the table meant that her ass was raised up in the air for him, her head hanging off the other end of the horse.

“What’s this?” she asked, hiccuping quietly. Her tears gradually ceased as she got used to the pressure of the clamps around her sensitive nubs.

“A spanking horse,” Harry answered, muttering a quiet spell that caused all three of her clamps to start to vibrate. Rose moaned, the aching pressure radiating from her breasts and pussy now intermingled with the occasional jolt of pleasure. Trickles of arousal dripped down her cunt and onto the table, staining the leather with her pussy juices. “Perfect for punishing ‘daddy’s’ pretty flower when she lies, don’t you think?”

He’d never been called Daddy before. Most of his partners used ‘sir’, while the more hardcore masochists like Romilda had prefered ‘master’.

I like it.

Before he went any further however, he had a massive problem to take care of. He unbuttoned his jeans, quickly pulling them down to his ankles and stepping out of the fabric. His boxers were quick to follow, leaving him in all his naked glory. He groaned quietly as his huge erection was finally freed, relieving the pressure that had been building all evening.

Rose turned her head at the sound of his groan, her brown eyes growing to the size of pennies when she glanced at his massive shaft. His impressive cockhead was already glistening with precum. “W-will it fit?” she squeaked, blushing as her question betrayed her own inexperience.

“It will. I’ll be slow and gentle,” Harry promised, walking over to her. He buried a hand in her hair, running his fingers through it reassuringly as he wrapped the cuffs attached to the spanking horse around her wrists, trapping her arms in place.

“What if I don’t want you to?” Harry looked at her in surprise. Something had changed in her. Something had awoken, he realized, looking into her eyes. Her chocolate orbs, usually full of warmth, were rapidly darkening with lust.

“Then I won’t,” Harry answered simply. “You’re my princess Rosie. We do whatever you want.” He walked over to the rack on the wall above the fireplace, retrieving a riding crop from it.

“I want to make you happy.”

“You already have,” Harry answered, securing her legs with the cuffs provided on the spanking horse for her ankles. “Are you happy?”

“I am,” Rose replied immediately and without hesitation.

Harry nodded, debating whether he wanted to secure her neck or not. He usually did it out of habit. Most of his submissives didn’t need it, they already knew better than to look up at him while they were being punished. Rose, however, was glancing back every other minute, watching everything he did with an innocent curiosity.

He found her inexperience and unquenchable desire to learn adorable.

There was a submissive in her, she just didn’t know it yet.

Before the night is over, I’ll make sure it’s out and never has to hide again.

He walked over to stand in front of her, chuckling quietly as her eyes immediately fixed themselves on his cock, the girl licking her dry lips and straining forward to see if she could kiss its tip. He pushed the leather bit of the crop under her chin, making her look up at him.

“Do you deserve this, Miss Weasley?”

“Yes, sir,” Rose replied quietly.

“Why?”

“Because I lied to you.”

“And what should I do to make sure you don’t repeat the mistake in the future?”

“You should spank me.”

“How many times?”

“As many times as you deem fit, sir.”

Harry smiled. For someone with zero experience, she sure did know exactly the right thing to say.

He pushed his hand in her hair, his grip much rougher than it had been previously. Her eyes widened when she saw him guiding his cock towards her mouth, and she obediently parted her lips.

“You’ve never done anything with a man?” Harry asked, groaning at her timid kiss to his sensitive tip.

“Gave my ex a blowjob. Once. It was over in two minutes and he ruined my favorite shirt,” Rose replied before sticking her tongue out. She swirled it all around his tip, lapping up every drop of precum dripping out of him. Harry shuddered and closed his eyes, convinced he had died and gone to heaven.

That stupid clock in the attic finally got me.

He’d been with some very experienced partners and submissives before. Nothing… no one had ever felt this good.

He pulled away when she leaned forward to take his shaft in her mouth, tapping her cheek with the crop. “Punishment first.”

“Yes, sir,” Rose mumbled, dropping her head in disappointment but not arguing.

He circled back to her ass, balancing the crop on her back before pushing his fingers in the waistband of her thong, finally pulling it down her legs. Her cunt was gleaming with arousal, trickles of wetness making their way down her thighs and staining her stockings and the leather of the kink furniture.

He raised the crop, bringing it down on her right cheek with a sharp THWACK.

She squealed, struggling futilely against the restraints around her wrists and ankles. Harry watched in satisfaction at the red mark left behind by the leather bit on her freckled skin.

One day, I’m going to tie her down and kiss every freckle on her body.

“Count them,” Harry ordered.

“O-one,” Rose whispered, silent tears streaming down her face. Harry had picked her up and dropped her right in the deep end of the pool, and even as she struggled to swim, she was quickly realizing this was where she belonged.

“Why are you being punished?” THWACK. He brought the crop down on her left cheek.

“Two!” She groaned, the chains rattling as she instinctively tried to reach back and cover her poor ass with her hands. It was of no use, the cuffs prevented all but the slightest movements of her hands. “Because I lied to you daddy!”

“And what did you lie about?” THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. He alternated between her two cheeks in quick succession, landing the final blow straight on her weeping cunt.

“Three! Four! Fiiiiive!” She cried out, biting back a sob at the sharp sting delivered straight to her pussy. “Yellow yellow yellow,” she mumbled, struggling to breathe. Harry immediately placed the crop back on her back, his large hands moving to her abused globes. His fingers sank into her soft skin as he began to massage her ass, giving the girl the time she needed to collect herself.

“I lied about what I wanted,” she whispered after a minute of quiet sobbing, her voice hoarse. “Green,” she added after a moment.

Harry picked up the crop, pushing the leather bit inside her wet slit. He rotated the thin handle, lapping up her arousal with the crop. “What do you want?” he asked.

THWACK.

The blow landed on her right thigh and she jerked forward, her fingers scrambling to find something to grab. “S-six,” she whispered through gritted teeth. “This, daddy,” she added.

“This?” THWACK.

He shifted to her left thigh, and she groaned.

“Seven… I said I wanted you to make love to me. That’s not what I want.”

“I didn’t ask you what you didn’t want, Miss Weasley,” Harry said evenly, landing the next two blows on her ass cheeks in quick succession. “Answer only what I ask, nothing more.”

“Eight! Nine!” She cried, squirming desperately, “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me like you fucked Romilda Vane. I never want you to look at her, or any other woman again! I want to be yours!”

“Good girl,” Harry whispered, bringing the crop down on her pussy one last time.

Rose wasn’t quite sure what the sound that escaped her lips was. It was a curious mixture of a scream and a moan. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the powerful orgasm rocked through her. She went limp on the horse, no more strength left in her body as she squirted all over the leather table, drenching it and her own legs.

“I want you…” she croaked, weakly wriggling back in his direction. She wiggled her ass, begging him to fuck her.

“In a moment, my flower.”

He had a letter to open first.

Notes:

Sorry it's a little late, one of Nurgle's gifts got to me and I couldn't finish editing it yesterday. I hope you enjoy reading it though!