I obeyed, my legs parting for him, and I felt his hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him. His tongue traced a path up the inside of my thigh, and I gasped, my hands gripping the cross as pleasure shot through me.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “You’re dripping, baby. Do you know what that does to me? Knowing how much you love my touch?”
I moaned, my hips rocking against his face as he licked and teased, his tongue tracing circles around my clit before plunging inside me. I cried out, my body bowing as he devoured me, his hands holding me firmly in place.
“Wrecker,” I gasped, his name a plea on my lips.
He stood, and I felt two of his large fingers enter my pussy and pump in and out of me at a relentless pace. I could hear the sound of my wetness as they pistoned in and out. My body writhed against his hand. His mouth was at my neck kissing and licking a trail down my spine.
The feeling was incredible.
“I love how your pussy sucks my fingers into your body hungry for me to fuck you anyway it can. You’re so tight. God, what you do to me little bird.”
He took my face and turned it towards him so he could shove his tongue in my mouth, kissing me with desperation like he wanted to consume me whole.
He stepped away for a moment and then came back with something in his hands. It was an embossed black leather riding crop with a braided handle.
He showed it to me. “See this sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I told him.
“I’m going to use this on you now. It will sting, but my intention is not to harm you. You remember your safe words?”
“Yes, sir. Dumbledore if things are good, Snape if I’m concerned, and Voldemort for full stop.”
“Such a good girl.” He praised me, and it made me feel so good inside.
The first swat carried a shocking sting. I jerked at the feeling. He trailed swats up and down my back and then across my ass. Back and forth, up and down. They hurt until they didn’t. I foundmyself leaning into the crop, my ass reaching for it. Evey so often he’d stop and press his fingers into my pussy, which was dripping wet.
“There’s my pain slut, enjoying the sting of my crop.” He laughed as he circled my clit with his finger.
“Wrecker, I’m close. Please.” I needed to come so bad.
“I love to hear you beg, Wren. To see you squirm under my touch.”
He took the handle of the crop and pressed it to my entrance, and I stilled.
“Dumbledore?” he asked.
“Yes,” I told him.
He slowly inserted the handle into my pussy, then pumped it in and out. The ridges of the braid felt unbelievably good.
“Oh my god.”
“Come for me, Wren.”
And I did. I came apart. The sensation was too much. I shuddered and jerked as he continued to pump the crop handle in and out. My moans filled the room.
He undid the cuffs and laid me on the bed in the corner of the room. He hovered over me, weight on his forearms.
“You are the most fucking magnificent creature I have ever laid my eyes on. Are you ready for me?”
I looked down the length of his body as he sat back on his heels. He gripped his enormous cock in his hand. I wanted him more than anything.
“Please,” I said.
He lined himself up at my entrance and entered me with a powerful thrust. There was nothing like the feeling of being filled with him. It was the most complete I’d ever felt. I gripped him with my legs as much as I could, gripping him with my heels. He set an unrelenting pace.
