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Pansy knew exactly what she was getting into when she came here tonight. She had searched for the right partner to help her with her specific needs and 'X' (as they advertised themselves in the very back pages of Witch Weekly) seemed to tick all her boxes. The extensive anonymous correspondence between Pansy and X had highlighted that they had extremely common interests. In advance of their first meeting they had exchanged their wants, needs and limits alongside her safe word.
Now here she was, at the agreed date and time for their meeting, standing outside the unassuming door at the address provided to her. A normal house, tucked away in the residential district of Diagon Alley. Anticipation bubbled up inside her, she didn't know who 'X' was and they had both agreed to sign a non-disclosure agreement in advance to protect both of their identities.
The correspondence between herself and 'X' confirmed that they were male, the same age as Pansy as 28, describing themselves as conventionally good-looking with a toned physique. Pansy had heard the term 'Catfish' thrown around her workplace before and she was worried that this would be one of those evenings. That when 'X' opened the door, it would actually be someone old enough to be her father - and if it was, she would turn and walk away immediately. One thing Pansy knew was that she needed to be attracted to the person to submit the way she wanted to.
All her reservations disappeared however, when none other than Neville Longbottom opened the door. Pansy was shocked. She stared open mouthed at him, unable to speak. She had seen Neville since their school days and had admired the way he had grown into himself. He did indeed have a toned physique, was not what she would call conventionally attractive - but was in fact, extremely handsome. She noticed the way his eyes grew wider at the sight of her too.
It took them both a few seconds to regain their composure, Neville being the first to finally break out of his shock.
'Please come inside.' He said. Pansy stepped forward, and walked with jelly legs into a small, white hallway. There was a door to her right and another at the end of the hallway. A staircase ran up the left side of the wall and curved round at the top - Pansy assumed to the bedroom. Neville closed the front door behind her then opened the door to his right and guided her inside.
The room was small, just big enough for the two armchairs sat opposite one another, in front of a small fireplace, with a small drinks cabinet to the left. She noticed the tawny owl perched on the back of one of the armchairs as the bird that had replied with some of their correspondence over the past few weeks. Still she was sceptical. Neville Longbottom?
'Please take a seat.' He said gently, taking the armchair where the small bird sat. Pansy moved slowly to the armchair opposite. She was already nervous and the heat from the fire was burning her up even more.
'Can I get you anything? A glass of water perhaps?' Pansy shook her head. Neville furrowed his brows. 'First and foremost, Miss Parkinson, Pansy... I hope you don't mind me using your name as we now know one another's identities - I want you to feel comfortable. If there is something bothering you, please let me know and I will do my best to lessen your anxieties.'
Pansy didn't know where to start, she stared at him, unable to take her eyes off him. His hair was styled short back and sides, longer on top, gently styled to one side. The sleeves of his checked shirt rolled up exposing his toned, slightly tan forearms and a few buttons undone at the collar showing a few speckled hairs on his chest.
'I... I guess... I didn't expect you.' Pansy muttered.
'I wasn't expecting you either.' He smiled at her and she felt the corner of her mouth twitch upwards. 'Look... I know there are some con artists out there that do this but pose as someone else. So, if you want to take any measures to magically certify who I am then by all means, go ahead.'
Neville barely moved as Pansy reached into her black leather bag for her wand. She cast a revealing spell, but the only magic it revealed, glowed from his trousers. Neville seemed surprised, and pulled out his own wand from the front pocket of his trousers.
'My one and only wand, which will be locked away for the duration of our evening just before we begin.' The duration of our evening... Pansy's stomach dropped as wild thoughts ran through her head. Was she really going to go through this - with Neville Longbottom? Her stomach dropped again and warmth pooled between her legs. She lent over to place her wand back in her bad then looked back up at Neville. His brown hair swept to one side and a smile on his face. Yes... she absolutely was.
'Are you satisfied Miss Parkinson?' Pansy nodded into response to his smile, unable to speak, her mouth was too dry. 'I hope you don't mind if I take the same measures with you?' He waited until Pansy nodded her consent. The simple revealing spell washed over her like warm water.
He blew out a breath, then pulled out a stack of paper from the side of his chair. Their correspondence. 'I know we have confirmed all your information - likes, dislikes, limits,' he said leafing through the pages, 'I will need you to confirm to me your safe word so we are absolutely clear - can you do that for me now?'
'Indigo.' Replied Pansy.
'Good.' He looked at her for a moment or two, before standing up and taking a two short paces to the drinks cabinet. He picked up a glass and poured some water into it from a large green jug. He turned back to her and handed her the glass, before returning to his seat.
Pansy sipped on the water. 'Thank you.' She said, before she drained the glass.
'Please try not to be nervous. We are here because we can both give the other something they want - it is nothing to be ashamed of.' Pansy nodded, clutching at the glass.
'I'm not ashamed.' She said, in the most assured tone she had managed all evening. 'I'm just, still in shock I think. That it's you.'
'I'll be honest, if I was going to list the most likely people that would show up at my door this evening, you would be right at the bottom of the list. You...' He was stuck for words. He studied her face. 'I'm glad it's you. And it doesn't change anything for me.'
Pansy flushed at his words. 'It doesn't change anything for me either.'
'Well, that's good to hear.' He smiled again. 'Do you have any questions for me?' He asked gently, sitting forward in his chair, elbows resting on his thighs, watching her.
A million questions ran round her head, but she pinpointed a few she wanted the answer to.
'You didn't mention... I mean how long this will last?'
'I don't like to put a time limit on this. I think if we are having fun then let us have fun - do you agree?' She nodded. 'After all this isn't paid for - we don't have to stop when the money runs out. This is for pleasure, not for payment.'
'Yes.' Pansy searched for her next question. 'How many people have you done this with before?'
'I have a lot of responses to my advert but I only select the ones that tick all my boxes. Very few before have, but you...' His eyes flickered with the flames of the fire and Pansy felt so much in that moment, 'You...' he continued, 'ticked all those boxes.' He had certainly ticked hers too. Everything that she had always wanted to try was in his likes and they had very similar dislikes and limits.
'I...' Pansy began, fiddling with the glass in her hands. He reached over and took it from her hand, stroking her finger with his thumb as he did. He placed it on the floor next to his chair and looked back at her. 'I... haven't been able to... find anyone... to experience these things with before.'
He was so close to her, sitting as forward in his chair as possible. The light from the fire dancing in his eyes.
'Your letters were very... detailed, but I'll... I will take it slow tonight ... that is, if you still want to go ahead tonight?'
'I do, if you do.' Pansy responded.
'I do - well, I wont cover everything off, tonight is just to see if we... fit. Use your safe word as often as you like, even just for a break, I will ask if you want to stop, I will make sure you are comfortable but most of all - I will make sure you enjoy this.' He put particular emphasis on that last line.
'Fuck.' She whispered out loud, the blush in her cheeks creeping down her chest.
Neville gave her a dashing smirk. 'What a dirty mouth you have, Miss Parkinson.' He said, his voice lower than his usual conversational tone. A shiver ran up Pansy's spine.
'Pansy.' She replied. 'I want you to call me Pansy.' She felt like she was gaining confidence the longer they talked together.
'Now or during?' Neville questioned.
'During.'
'Good - I like your name.' He breathed, not breaking eye contact. 'And you are to call me Sir, during.'
She liked Sir - She liked the feel of the authority over her it gave.
'Yes, Sir.' She whispered, biting her bottom lip.
Neville blew out a long breath and sat back in his chair. 'You're going to be trouble.'
Pansy looked down at her hands and smiled - her stomach was doing flips, a million more thoughts and questions spinning round her head.
'Is there anything else you need from me before we start?' Neville asked. Pansy shook her head.
'Good.' He smiled and stood up, holding out his hand to help her out of her chair. 'Leave your bag here - it will be safe.' He held onto her hand and lead her back out into the hallway. Pansy was surprised when they didn't go upstairs to what she had assumed was the bedroom, but he lead her along the hallway and through the door at the end.
When she stepped inside, she was pleasantly surprised by what she saw. The room was dimly lit by a fire on the right hand side wall. The walls were an off-white but with the glow from the fire it made everything look soft and cosy. The large bed on the right hand side wall had soft pure white sheets that Pansy had an instant urge to crawl into. A chaise sat close to the fire, blankets and pillows and plush rugs covered the floor. There was a large cabinet next to the fire, doors open with straps, and ropes and toys hung up inside of it but it wasn't overwhelming - it was exciting.
'I was expecting a dungeon.' Pansy joked.
'Well, that isn't what you wanted - and it isn't what I like either.'
She turned around on the spot, looking at every part of the cosy room. They seemed to match up so well. The urgency in her feelings for Neville and sensations he seemed to have on her already were growing. She never wanted this to be a dirty thing. She never liked the idea of doing something like this in a dark dungeon, water dripping down the walls, awful looking torture instruments adorning the walls. This is exactly what she needed. Comfort and safety to do something that felt so right to her. She turned back to Neville and saw him undoing the last few buttons on his shirt. He pulled the arms and carefully placed the garment inside an open wooden chest. 'My wand is in there too. Apart from a slight charm on one or two of the toys, no magic will be used. I like to work with my hands.' Pansy took a deep breath and pushed down the excitement in her stomach.
'Are you ready?' He said to her, his voice that low tone he used back in the other room. She was nervous, anxiety bubbling up inside of her. She was hot all over, the fire warming her up. She nodded to him but didn't move.
'I need to hear it Pansy - tell me you're ready. If you need some more time, I can give you that.'
'No, I'm ready.' She said, somewhat confidently. Nodding her agreement.
'...Sir.' He added.
'I'm ready... Sir.' She repeated.
'Good. Now I'm going to go easy for our first go. Just dip into some of your requirements.'
She nodded, scanning his body - his toned chest on display, the light from the fire dancing flickering flames across his bare chest. He walked past her and sat facing her on the chaise, legs spread out along the length of the sofa.
'Take your coat off.' He said in a commanding voice. Until then she didn't even realise she still had he coat on - no wonder she was warm. She unbuttoned the black silk trench coat and slid it off her arms. She didn't know what to do with it, so she held it limply in her hand. She looked to Neville for her next move.
'You can put it in the chest where I put my shirt.' He said. Pansy nodded and made her way to the chest. She placed her coat on top of his shirt and stood up once more.
'Now take everything else off - but your underwear.' He said it so casually. He looked so casual. Pansy felt her insides burning - he was going to see her barely clothed, like it was the most casual thing in the world to him. She began to pull her white blouse out from her pencil skirt when Neville spoke again. 'I expect you to answer me with a, 'Yes or No, Sir' when I ask you something. Do you understand?'
Pansy looked at him, his softened features, so handsome but his voice so commanding. 'Yes, Sir.' She said turning back to the chest.
'And face me when you undress.' He commanded once more.
'Yes, Sir.' Pansy swallowed, facing back to him. She grabbed the ends of her blouse and lifted it over her head. She kicked off her heels then reached for the zip of her skirt. Finally she wiggled out of it and it dropped to the floor. She collected her things, placed them in the chest, then lifted her head. She could see his hand clutching the arm of the chaise, his fingers digging into the soft fabric.
'You are exquisite.' He breathed out. 'Do you know how good you look?'
Pansy didn't know what to say, she felt embarrassed at the compliments although she felt good in this particular ensemble. 'I picked this out for tonight.' She said running her hands over her black lace bra and black lace panties she had bought especially for this evening, to feel and look her best.
'You did this for me?'
Pansy nodded. 'Yes, Sir.'
'You are such a good girl, Pansy.' Her stomach flipped. 'Come to me.' He said firmly, swinging his legs off the chaise and planting them on the floor. Pansy walked over to him and stood just in front of his open legs. He still had his chino trousers on but she could see his dick straining beneath the material. It made her excited that she could do that to him so soon, just the way she was already so excited for him and he hadn't touched her yet. His face came level with her breasts. He reached up as if he was going to touch them, but he stopped himself, placing his hands on her waist instead and softly stroking his thumbs against her bare skin.
He lent into her and placed soft kisses on her stomach, his hands moved slowly round her back and floated gently down to her bottom. Pansy closed her eyes and moaned as he gave her bottom squeeze. He tore his mouth away from her stomach and looked up at her.
'Pansy...' She opened her eyes and looked down and him. He gave her bottom a firm spank then softly stroked his hands over her cheeks. It made her moan again. 'Do you like that?' He asked her in a whisper.
'Yes.' She whispered back closing her eyes. He spanked her harder this time and Pansy opened her eyes at the slight stinging on her skin. He stood up, clasping a hand around her neck. Tight but not painful. Just the way she had stated she liked it in her list. Gentle choking.
'Yes, Sir.' He said in a firm voice. He had fire in his eyes. She liked the way he looked. He released his grip after a few seconds.
'Sorry - Sorry Sir. I'm trying.'
'I know you are.' He said his hands wrapping round her waist again. Pansy looked up at him. Stood close together like this, she realised how tall he was. Pansy only being 5,4, her head barely reached his collar bone. He must have been pushing 6 foot tall. He squeezed her bottom in both hands again, massaging the stinging sensation away that he caused earlier.
He lent in close to her ear and whispered to her. 'When I saw it was you this evening... I wanted to push you up against my front door and fuck you so hard there and then. Spread your legs and eat your beautiful cunt on that chair.'
He lent back, his hair had fallen slightly into his eyes - his soulful blue eyes, dancing by the fire of the flames. Pansy felt like jelly. 'But.. I know you want more than just a quick fuck. And so do I.' She did - she wanted more, more of whatever Neville could give to her.
'Now get on your knees.' He said, stepping back from her and sitting back on the chaise. Pansy dropped to her knees quickly as she watched him unbuckle his belt. 'What do you want to do to me Pansy?'
'I want to touch you.' Pansy said, quickly adding at the end, 'Sir.' before she got in any more trouble. He slowed unzipped his trousers, and manoeuvred his hard dick out of the confines of his trousers.
'Tell me what you really want to do.' He asked again, palming his dick slowly.
'I want to suck your dick, Sir.' She said. 'I want it in my mouth.'
Neville reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her closer to his hard dick. It was large and rather girthy, just the way Pansy liked it. 'Look at me.' Neville said firmly. Pansy stuck out her tongue, looking up at him as she licked the tip of his dick. He growled and the grip on her hair tightened, not so much to be painful but just so that she knew who was really in control. Like he could take it away at any moment. She circled her tongue round the tip, tasting the pre-come dripping from him. Then she dared to move closer so she could wrap her whole mouth round the tip. Neville moaned as her mouth slowly sank down his length.
One of their mutual likes was deep throating and she wanted to please him. So, she tried to relax her throat, breathing through her nose and taking him all the way in her mouth until her nose was less than an inch from him. He was too big to take anymore. She did this a few more times, loving the noises that he was making, spurring her on. She took her hand and placed it round the base of his dick, while she worked faster, sucking him and massaging her tongue against his shaft then pushing her head all the way down his length, holding it for a few seconds then coming back up.
'Fuck.' she heard Neville mutter, and he grabbed her hand and threaded his other hand in her hair and pulled her off his dick. 'Fuck.' He said again, his eyes closed, panting, holding her still.
'I want to make you come, Sir.' Pansy pleaded. Neville opened his eyes and watched her for a moment. He let go of her and sat forward. He took a hold of her face a gently stroked her cheek with his thumb.
'There is nothing more that I want, than to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours and come down your throat - but there is so much more I want to do with you first.' Pansy smiled and he smirked at her. He lent forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips that made Pansy's knees nearly give way. 'And i think it's time I repaid you for the kindness you just paid me...' He said. 'Get on the chaise, spread your legs.' Wetness pooled in Pansy's knickers as Neville stepped away from her. She took his place on the chaise and did as she was told. She sat back and spread her legs - a position she would have been very self conscious about had it not been for the fact she still had he knickers on.
She watched as Neville walked over to the cabinet next to the fire, removing his belt entirely, dropping it onto the cabinet with a 'clank'. He shuffled and zipped up his trousers. Excitement pooled in her stomach as he retrieved a pair of black handcuffs from one of the shelves. Then he tied them to a black rope that fell from the ceiling. He tracked the rope through the ceiling as if it were charmed to follow him, bringing it over to just above Pansy's head, then locked the rope in place. Being tied up was one of her top likes and she was elated he had chosen this for her tonight. He grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head, strapping each one of her wrists in turn into the restraints. They were cushioned so as not to cause her wrists any harm if she were to pull on them which Pansy was thankful of.
Neville stepped back to the cabinet again, this time selecting a black eye mask. He turned around and stared at Pansy for a moment. His eyes raking over her arms lifted high above her head, tracking down to the curve of her breasts, down her slim stomach, to her spread legs. She wanted to clamp her legs shut. She could tell dampness in her knickers was probably visible from where he stood and an embarrassment crept up her, tinging the skin of her chest and neck a pinkish hue. He couldn't take his eyes of her. He stepped forward and lent over her, taking the mask and placing it over her eyes, tying it around the back of her head. She couldn't see anything - apart from a soft light around the edges, but she couldn't make out anything of significance.
'Have you ever used an eye mask before?' He whispered in her ear.
'No Sir.' She said whispering back. Her heart thudding in her chest.
'When you remove one sense, it heightens all your other senses.' He whispered again. She felt him take her chin in his hand and lift her head slightly, he kissed her gently on the lips. His lips were so soft and she felt a slight rub on her cheek from the stubble on his face. She tried to get closer to him, to kiss him again but he had already pulled away from her. She stayed still where she was, straining to hear where he might be but there was barely a sound in the room other than the crackling of the fire to her left.
She started to panic, had he left her like this? Had he known who she was all along and this was a cruel joke he was playing on her? Would he take off the mask and everyone she had ever wronged would be standing in front of her, jeering at her - laughing because she was now the lowest of the low, the Slytherin girl who liked to be dominated.
Then she felt his soft hands touching her breasts. He took them in both hands, massaging them. Pansy took a deep breath and tried to relax. No one who was playing a joke on her would touch her like this, would make he feel the way he was making her feel. He brushed his thumb over her nipple, pinching the material between his fingers. Pansy bit her lip and moaned, subconsciously bucking her hips, her core aching to be touched. Then she felt him tower over her, his mouth kissing the curve of her breasts, running his fingers between her skin and the material holding her heaving breasts. Then he pulled the cup down and attached his mouth to her nipple, kissing and sucking and licking and nibbling her breast, massaging it all the while. Pansy strained her head back and forth, trying to get a glimpse of him doing the things she was feeling, to see him pinching and kissing her breasts but she could only feel the things he was doing to her - feel and imagine what it looked like.
Neville moved lower, kissing down her stomach. Licking her skin and biting down gently. Pansy moaned again, her senses all over the place, trying desperately to focus. Then she felt a finger stroke over her knickers, grazing her already excited clit, all the way down. She gasped when he hooked a finger around the side of her knickers and pulled them to the side, revealing her bare, glistening pussy to his gaze. Pansy tugged on her restraints, bucking her hips into his face.
'You eager little thing.' She heard him say.
'Please, Sir - please touch me.'
'Like this.' He said, as she felt a finger gently stroke up and down her folds, feeling her slickness.
'Yesss.' She breathed.
Then he plunged two fingers inside of her and Pansy cried out, her head falling back to hang over the side of the chaise. He pumped his fingers inside of her and yanked down her bra, exposing both breasts. One hand inside of her he used his other hand to grab her breasts and squeeze tightly. He lightly slapped her breasts and pinched her nipples as he kept up the rhythmic pumping of his fingers inside of her.
'Yes!' Pansy cried out over and over as she felt the sensations in her body building, the order to her life stripped away in the chaotic pleasure this man was eliciting on her body. She felt something push against her clit, rubbing quickly over her and that was all she needed, pushed over the edge then she was screaming her orgasm into the room, wave after wave of pleasure rolling across every part of her body - squirting onto his fingers and his mouth. He removed his hands and Pansy was left panting on the chaise as she came down from her high.
After a few minutes she opened her eyes, still seeing black, remembering the mask she had on.
'Sir?' She called out into the room, scared he had left her there. Then she felt to rope tighten and she was hoisted slightly into the air. She felt his strong hands spin her around so she was kneeling on the chaise now, suspended. Her back flush to his chest. A hand wrapped round her throat and squeezed gently while another crept round her stomach and reached under her knickers to her clit. He nibbled at the skin of her shoulders and neck as he circled her sensitive clit.
'Please- I can't, not again.' Pansy whimpered, fighting his touches.
'Yes you can, Pansy - just breathe.' He whispered into her ear, before biting her earlobe.
He was right - it wasn't long before the circling of her clit, instead of being too sensitive, became pleasurable once more. He applied more pressure, moved in faster circles then used two then three fingers to stimulate her. Pansy felt those familiar sensations building quickly, between his fingers on her clit and those wrapped around her throat, applying just the right pressure - and it was less than a few minutes before she came again, squirting her orgasm through her knickers and onto the chaise below her.
'Good girl...' He whispered into her ear. 'Such a good girl.'
He stepped away from her again and she was left hanging, the weight of the rope supporting her already spent body. She heard him shuffling behind her. Still unable to see, she couldn't attempt a guess as to what he was going to do next. Then the rope slackened and she had to regain control of her legs, tensing so she could balance on her knees. He came up to her again, his chest pressed into her back. He wrapped his arms around her and reached for her handcuffs before untying them from the rope. Then he released one of her wrists from one of the handcuffs, before bringing both her hands behind her back and reattaching the handcuff to her wrist.
Then he threaded a hand into her hair and tugged tightly, pulling her off the chair. She was a little off balance, but she managed to regain her footing.
He held her wrists in place at the bottom of her back firmly, and pulled her hair back. Her head snapped back and he kissed her neck, up to her earlobe then down to her shoulders. He walked her slowly across the room, Pansy trusting him to guide her footing until her thighs hit something hard. He pushed her head down until she was bent over, her chest resting on what she assumed was the soft bed she had noticed opposite the fire on her arrival.
'Don't move.' He said as he stepped away from her again. Pansy desperately wanted the next thing he did was to fuck her. He had teased her for what seemed like hours already, and it was all she had been thinking about since she sucked him off earlier that evening. Then she felt his hands on her knickers and he tugged them down her legs and helped her step out of them. Then she felt his hands move to the back of her head, and untie the eye mask. She blinked her eyes a few times and saw she was indeed bent over the edge of the bed. As she looked up she saw that the wall the bed was attached to had a mirror on it and that she was staring right at the mirror. She lifted her head further - Neville was stood behind her, watching her.
'This is the best position I've had you in all evening, tied up and bent over. What a fucking view.' He slapped her on the bottom and Pansy cried out. He slapped her other cheek and Pansy pushed her head into the bedsheets, giggling, revelling in the stinging sensation his hands made on her bottom.
Then she felt something hard brush up and down her folds, parting them. His dick pressed slowly into her tight hole and Pansy braced herself. Then he pulled away from her. Pushing back into her slightly again then pulling away.
'Please.' Pansy muffled into the bedsheets.
He did it over and over again until Pansy could take no more.
'Please.' She said again, lifting her head and looking at him in the mirror.
'Tell me what you want, Pansy.'
'Please, I need you inside me, Sir.'
He continued the pressure on her hole, pushing in slightly then pulling away.
'Tell me what you really want.' He growled.
She whimpered. 'Hard - fuck me hard, Sir, please.'
'What else?' He said as he palmed her bottom, grabbing her cheeks with both hands, parting her as he continued the pressure on her hole.
'Do whatever you want to me, please... anything just fuck me.' She begged, tears coming to her eyes so desperate for him to give her what she needed. Then he pushed fully inside of her, forcing Pansy's thighs into the side of the bed. They moaned loudly together, Neville digging his fingers into the skin of her bottom, holding onto her as pumped slowly in an out of her as she got used to him being inside of her.
After a few moments he reached over her and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. Pansy cried out at the sudden pull on her hair then felt the excitement build between her legs. He was watching her, staring at her in the mirror as he held her in place and began building up a steady rhythm. Her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Pansy wanted to close her eyes and just feel everything he was doing to her, every knock of her thighs into the bed, every push of his dick inside her tight hole but she kept her eyes open, watching him fuck her. Watching the man she had been searching years for, fuck her just the way she wanted. Just the way she needed.
Neville lifted her right leg to rest on the bed and pushed deeper inside of her. Then his hand snaked round her waist and dipped between her legs. He rubbed her clit as he pumped faster and faster inside of her. Pansy's mouth hung open, a stream of expletives leaving her mouth as her clouds built around her head, her focus leaving her and the sensations taking over, bursting out of her and she yelled into the room, squirting her orgasm on to his dick.
His fingers left her clit and he grabbed at her handcuffed wrists and pulled on those too as he fucked her harder and faster, holding onto her hair and bringing himself to his own orgasm, coming deep inside her pussy with a loud moan less than a minute later. He let go of her wrists and her hair and pressed her into the bed, resting on top of her as he bucked his dick into her for the last few times.
Pansy was pressed tightly to the bed, still panting hard from her own orgasm, the fogginess starting to leave her mind. Neville was breathing heavily into the skin on her back and she could feel the thudding of his heart against her skin. His dick twitched inside her and Pansy cried out at the feeling. Neville sniggered into her back before she felt him lift off her and pull his dick out of her spent hole.
He immediately untied her wrists from behind her back and let them rest gently on the bed either side of her. She barely had any energy to move but she used her hands to pull her body further onto the bed where she collapsed on her back, closing her eyes. Pansy had never been so satisfied in her life. She had lost count of the amount of orgasms he had given her, was quite sure she would have a number of red marks across her skin but it all added to the pleasure. The pleasure of being fucked.
It was a light session. Neville did just as she had asked. Ease her in gently. Keep to the things she was used to, hair pulling, gently choking, spanking, being tied up. She didn't know whether he would want to take it further. The agreement was that if both of them had a good first interaction then they would agree to the next session, and would take each meeting in their stride.
She hadn't had a connection with anyone like the one she had with Neville and they had only set eyes on one another less than two hours ago. She hoped he felt the way she did. Pansy opened her eyes and rested back on the elbows. Neville was stood next to the bed, a glass of water in one hand and a black robe in another. He passed her the glass and she drained the contents quickly.
'Thank you, Sir.' She said passing him back the glass and he passed her the robe which she gladly wrapped around her frame.
'No need to call me Sir anymore Pansy - let's just be us.' He crawled onto the bed next to her, resting on his side, his head on his hand. He had put his underwear back on, a pair of small black boxers the fit snugly round him, his dick now a lump beneath the material. She tore her gaze away from his crotch to his face. He smirked at her.
'Was anything too much for you?'
'No, honestly - it was.. I could have taken more.' She blushed again.
'I didn't want to overwhelm you and scare you off.'
'I appreciate that... I don't meant to offend you, everything you did was excellent. It's just... I have been searching for this... for someone who understands...'
'It's hard to find someone you click with, isn't it?' He finished for her. His eyes raked over her face, moving down her body, studying her long slender legs, then back to her face. A cheeky smile on his face.
'Yes.' She flushed. She looked round the room, avoiding any more of his gaze. Everything was back in it's place and the room now just looked like a normal room again, the rope and ties and restraints all tucked away, the cabinet doors now closed.
'Can I make a bold assumption,' Neville began, and Pansy looked back at him, '- in that, this would be something you would be interested in doing again?'
'You would be correct.' She replied, overjoyed that she hadn't misread anything between them.
'I'm going away for a week or so with work but when I get back, I can Owl you and we can get something arranged?'