Daisy had sent her schedule for the week, but Chuck had also been paying attention to her since they first spoke. He got a good idea of the people she hung out with, the places she frequented, so he knew where she would be at any given moment moving forward. He dressed in simple black pants and a black, firm tight Henley, choosing his lesser known black face mask as he wandered through the thick trees on the edge of campus. He knew she took walks around this time and he found the perfect vantage point of the path nearby. As if on cue, he watched the redhead come into view and a smile curled behind his mask. He counted her steps carefully, and she was almost passed the tree he was binding behind when his stealthy footsteps dropped closer to her. He reached around her, one arm across her stomach and the other clamping against her mouth as he drug her backwards into the brush of trees. A modulator in his mask made his voice deep and gravelly, avoiding the tone of his real one. “Scream and this will get so much more difficult for you,” he growled against her ear. With her back still pressed against him, he pushed her forwards against a thick tree. “Are you going to be a good girl? And give me whatever I want?”
Daisy appeared on time and as requested in nothing but a sexy apron and those sexy heels. “Good girl,” he said as she arrived, letting her inside and bending her over the arm of the couch. His fingers slid over her slit, slickening instantly and he pressed them inside her for a few moments. He worked at loosening her walls so he could replace his fingers with the vibrator that both entered her and laid against her clit. He turned it on high for a moment, gaging her moans to make sure it was hitting where he wanted it to. He helped her up and got her to her knees in front of him. He playfully pulled her hair back as he spoke. “Today is about serving me and not about your pleasure,” he explained. “I will play with that pussy whenever I want, but you will not stop the task you are on. You will only stop if I stand in front of you and snap my fingers. That is your cue to stop what you’re doing, get on your knees and get my cock in your mouth. You do not cum unless I want you to, and I haven’t decided if you get to today.” He used a hair tie to tie back half of her hair, so it still drapped along her shoulders but stayed away from her face. “Any Questions?”
Nate tossed his phone down on the bed after telling Daisy to just come in, the door was open. He was laying in the fetal position on his bed, tears flowing like water. He was clearly cracking up and he couldn’t get a handle on it. He didn’t know what he was offering to daisy right now, but he didn’t have anyone else.
Laying against the bed, curled up with his whiskey bottle and a framed sonogram picture, he continued crying as he heard Daisy come into the suite. He sniffled to calm himself but didn’t bother looking up, “I was supposed to be over this by now,” he admitted softly.
Nate was more than happy to assist Daisy on her plan to learn to focus on another’s pleasure over her own. He actually found a lot of enjoyment out of this form of teaching. He had his room set up when Daisy arrived on her knees. “Good girl,” he hummed, letting her in and guiding her towards the bedroom. He ordered her to strip and got her on the bed with her back leaning against the head board. He tied her hands to each side of the head board, and her feet tied to the bed, spreading them apart. Nate settled himself between her spread legs, looking at her with his patented wicked smile. “Alright, petal. So tonight is not going to be about your pleasure. You are going to focus on what I want you to focus on. Because this pussy right here,” he moaned, stroking her folds, “belongs to me tonight. I get to do what I want with it, do you understand me?” he asked, a slight growl in his throat as he slowly pushed his finger inside her. “Who does this belong to?” he asked again, getting confirmation.
Daisy was a little nervous to go to Nate's dorm; she didn't know much about him, other than that he was a Dominant, and that he'd said orgasm denial was something he was good at. It'd started off with him expressing his desire for her to obey and somehow, it'd ended with Daisy outside his door, smoothing her dress down nervously. Orgasm denial. That was something else she'd never really dabbled in. Sure, she'd been teased but it had never been a specific thing to be denied the opportunity to cum. But she was excited and eager to see just what Nate was like. He'd lay his limits out for her, no kissing on the mouth, nothing romantic and she was perfect fine with it. Truthfully, Daisy was aroused at the mere thought of what it'd be like to play with Nate. So she flicked her long, red hair back out of her face and knocked on his door confidently.
New people were always fun so Nate did find himself excited to play with Daisy. Ever since the Ryan fiasco, Nate was happy when there was a girl willing to let him play with her. He opened the door, fresh out of the shower with just a pair of athletic shorts, to find the girl kneeling for him. “Good girl,” he hummed, “now c’mon. Come in, strip your clothes off and we’re gonna be in my play room; first door on the right,” he explained closing the door behind her. “Kneel in the middle of the floor by the time I get in there.”
Daisy looked up at him when the door opened, pleased to find him in just a paid of shorts. She beamed at the praise and nodded at him, entering his room without hesitation. She watched him close the door behind her and nodded again but still remained silent. She made her way into the playroom and stripped naked, leaving her clothes in a neat pile just by the door. Daisy looked around quickly, biting her lip and itching to examine the various toys he had in the room. But she refrained and got to her knees once again in the middle of the room, head slightly bowed as she waited for the Dominant to enter.
Nate gave her a minute to follow his orders before entering the room. He watched her a moment, eyeing up her body as she knelt there perfectly for him. He dropped his shorts, easily exposing his long, thick length, though he wasn’t fully hard yet, and stood in front of her. “Remind me if ya have any limits strictly in regards to sex, darlin,” he asked, getting some rope ready in his hands.
Daisy glanced up at him when he entered and watched him let his shorts fall, exposing him. She shifted on her knees and moved her gaze away from his length, up to his face. "Limits are watersports, scat, feet and blood, Sir," she said, biting her lip. "Anything else I'm okay with. One thing I've really come to enjoy is rough sex, although I don't know how you feel about it, Sir. There's something about being taken and used however the other person wants that's really appealing to me." Her cheeks flushed at her words and she gave a nervous smile, glancing at the rope. "Sorry, Sir. Those are my only limits."
He nodded as she spoke, impressed that she was so willing to be open with him, "Well all that is very good to know, but ima do exactly what I want with ya" he smirked, "Put your hands above your head," he ordered, pulling the rope from the eye hooks in his ceiling and tying Daisy's wrists together above her head. There was enough slack that he could move her if needed, but for now, he just stood in front of her on her knees, and had his cock in one hand, tapping it against her lips. "Open up, get me hard," he ordered.
Daisy was raising her hands immediately without hesitation, watching curiously as he fired her wrists above her head. She looked back at him as he held his length and spoke, nodding. She parted her lips, taking him in her mouth and getting her tongue tease the head of his length, determined to get him hard and show that she could be a good girl.
Nate kept himself steady against the girl’s mouth, humming as he felt her lips and tongue slide along his length. After a few moments, Nate grabbed onto her hair with a firm grip, pulling her further onto his cock. “C’mon now, show me ya want it or I’ll just leave ya here.”
Daisy whimpered a little when he grabbed her hair to pull her forwards roughly. But she complied and took him a little further, taking almost his entire length in her mouth, feeling it at the back of her throat before she began to bob her head obscenely, making sure she made him feel good with her tongue.
The whimper made him growl, his excitement coursing through him as her mouth worked a little harder against his throbbing length. He could feel it growing in her mouth as she took more of him in, slurping and sucking against him.
Daisy clenched her hands into fists as she worked, moaning softly around him as she worked. She glanced up at him and took more of him in her mouth, uncaring that she likely looked a mess from how eager she was taking him.
“There we go,” he growled, watching her take more and more of him in, his length growing long and hard. Once he was hard he pulled her off with her hair roughly. He grabbed the slack of the rope, pulling it to guide her up to her feet before tying it off. “Spread your legs and keep em spread,” he ordered, grabbing one of his vibrators and bringing it over. He turned it on and placed it between her legs, slowly working over her folds.
Daisy was whimpering around his length, not used to the size of him. But then he pulled her off roughly and forced her to her feet. Daisy groaned a little spread her legs for him, holding her breath. "Y-Yes, Sir," she whispered, watching him grab a toy. It was pressed against her slit and Daisy moaned, her head falling forwards as her legs shook beneath her.
Nate was slow at first, a light vibration rubbing against her her folds gently to get her used to the sensation. When he heard Daisy start to moan and her body start to react, he turned up the speed and rolled it over her bundle of nerves.
Daisy clenched her hands into fists and let out another moan at the vibrations, letting her legs open a little further for him. The vibrations were directly on her clit now and she was writhing and gasping. "Sir! Please, that's right on my clit. It feels so good. Oh my god, Sir. Please, please."
He raised his brow a bit, eyes meeting hers as he watched her face respond beautifully. “Please already? And please what exactly?” He said, keeping the buzzing toy against her.
"M-More," Daisy whispered desperately, entire body trembling. "I n-need more. Want more. Please, Sir, I w-want you to use me" She shifted her legs slightly, as though trying to feel more of the vibrator. "It feels so good, Sir."
“It’s good to want things,” he chuckled, rubbing the toy over her sensitive nub in a continued effort to ease her. He removed the toy, moving to stand behind her, loosening the rope a bit so she can bend forward slightly. He returned the toy to her clit, rubbing it on high vibrations between her legs. “Keep beggin me like that. I do love to listen to a little slutty girl beg me.”
Daisy whimpered again when the toy was gone, though her legs still trembled. She was bent forwards, putting her body on display for the Dominant ad then the toy was back on her clit, making her moan again. "Please, Sir," she whispered. "Please, Sir. It feels so good. I feel close already," she admitted, cheeks flushing. "Sir, I feel really close and I w-want to cum. Please, I'll do what you want."
He kept the toy on her only another moment or two before pulling it away. “Ya ain’t cummin that easy,” he told her, using his free had to slide the head of his cock against her folds, slickening it with her arousal before pushing himself slowly all the way inside her.
Daisy whined when he pulled the toy away, slumping a little. She was breathing heavily and when he pushed inside her she let out a low moan, clenching around him on instinct. He filled her so wonderfully and she was holding her breath, hands clenching again and legs parting a little more. "Please, Sir," Daisy said in a voice much higher than usual. "Please."
He stayed all the way inside her for a minute, letting her walls crush around his length. "Ya keep sayin' please, but ya not bein' real specific as to what ya want so bad," he mentioned, pulling himself out and very teasingly and slowly pushing himself in, only a few inches, teasing at her opening.
"I want more, Sir," Daisy said, groaning as he pulled himself out slowly and merely teased her. "Please, Sir. Please, I'll do anything. I really want to feel you, Sir." Nate was teasing at her core and she tried to push her hips back against him, whimpering softly. "Please, Sir, I'll be a good little slut for you."
“Such a needy little slut aren’t ya,” he chuckled, slamming himself hard and feel into her. He used one hand on her hip to keep her close, making several hard and fast thrusts in side her. His own moans erupting against the walls of the room, he paused deep inside her, bringing the vibrator to her clit again.
Daisy let out a loud groan when he began to fuck into her, harder than before, and nodded at his words, her head falling forwards a little. The vibrator was against her clit again and her legs shook, arms tensing and tugging at the restraints they were in. Nate was relentless and all she could do was take it, breathing heavily as he worked over her. "Sir! Sir, you feel so g-good. You're so big and deep, fuck. I'm a needy slut, Sir, yes. Oh g-god." Her eyes were closed as he moved and she could feel her legs trembling from the effort of keeping her on her feet. "I w-want to cum, Sir, please!"
When he heard her beg he took the vibrator away , but his thrusts continued in and out of her and she moaned and cried out for him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back towards him so that she was standing again with Nate completely inside her. His hand came across her chest to hold her close to him, moaning needily against her ear. "Sluts cum when I want 'em to and not a minute before, understood, slut?"
The vibrator was gone again and it was like torture. She could feel him everywhere, could feel him pounding into her but she wasn't allowed to cum. It made her weak at the knees and she loved it. Nate was yanking at the long red hair to pull her upwards, chest plastered against his back so she was upright, legs still spread wide and his length still deep inside of her. The hand was controlling and Daisy loved it, turning her head slightly so she could look at him. "Y-Yes, Sir," she whimpered, moving her hips as though to try and fuck herself down on him. "I w-won't cum until you say I can. And if you d-don't want me to, that's f-fine too, Sir. Sluts... only cum when you say they can."
"That's a good little slut," he moaned against her, rocking his hips inside her, the new position hitting a new part of her core deep inside her. "God, you're so tight for such a little whore," he growled and huffed, returning the vibrator to her core again, feeling himself twitch and throb inside her, the heat in his belly swirling for his pending climax.
Daisy let out a small whimper as he growled at her and began to thrust again, hands clenching and pulling at the restraints without really realising it. The vibrator was back on her clit and she gasped sharply, her legs almost giving way at the feeling. But she managed to keep herself upright, head falling back to rest on his shoulder as he moved inside her, still teasing her clit. She didn't beg again, knowing she'd get into trouble. Instead she nodded when he called her a slut and a whore, breathing heavily.
When he felt his own climax coming he dropped the vibrator, holding Daisy's body close to his as he came, shooting inside her hard and hot. "Fuck," he hissed out, his body tensing as the orgasm ran through his body, boiling his blood and shaking his body. Once he calmed he was able to pull out of her, breathing heavily as he tried to keep his mind straight. He bent over to pick up the vibrator again, turning it on high and pressing it to Daisy's core. "Alright, slut. Let's see how well ya beg for what ya want."
She could feel him release inside her and let out a little whimper, wanting to close her legs immediately. But she resisted, breathing heavily as he finished and pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and strange. Daisy was breathing heavily and she slumped a little though remained as she was, waiting for Nate's next move. She gave a shout of surprise when the vibrator was back against her clit, on a higher setting than it was before and shifted a little, as though trying to squirm away from it but resisting the urge. "Please, Sir! Please, please let me cum. I've b-been good for you. I l-let you cum inside me, please. Please, Sir, I w-want to cum."
He listened to her beg, loving every second of her needy, breatheless voice asking him for what only he could give her in that moment. "Ya /want/ to cum?" he corrected, "Do ya really think ima give a little slut what they want?" he teased, looking up at her writhing against her binds with a sinister smile on his face.
Daisy gave another whimper, a little louder this time, at his harsh words, ducking her head to hide her face. The vibrator was still pressed against her and she wasn't sure how much more she could take. It was all too much and she clenched her hands into fists tightly as she tried to focus on not breaking the rules. "Please, Sir! Please, I've b-been good for you," she begged, struggling against the restraints. "I need to cum. I'm scared I'm g-going to... without permission... and I don't want to break the rules, Sir. I'm so desperate."
"Mmmm I love hearin' ya tell me you're desperate," he said, using his other hand to push two fingers inside her while the other still held the toy to her core. "Alright, slut, ya can cum. Make it loud and remember your manners."
She wasn't expecting him to push two fingers inside of her and let out a sharp gasp, clenching around him immediately. As soon as she had permission, the words were tumbling out of her mouth before she could help it. "Thank you, Sir! Thank you, oh my god, thank you." Daisy let her head fall back in pleasure and she cried out loudly as she came, clenching around him and closing her eyes as her release washed over her. "T-Thank you, Sir," she said again as she came down from her high, breathing heavily as though she'd just run a marathon. "Thank you so much for letting me cum, Sir."
He fucked his fingers fast inside her as the toy buzzed hard and fast against her clit until she came so hard he was sure the only reason she stayed standing was because the rope was keeping her hands above her head. "There's a good girl," he moaned as he continued, making sure he and continued through out her entire climax before slipping his fingers out and turning off the vibrator. He stood up, wrapping and arm around her as he untied her hands, holding her steady until he could free her and set her down on the bench with him. "Such a good girl," he cooed softly, allowing Daisy's body and mind a minute to calm down.
Daisy's legs shook a little. She whined when he pulled his fingers out and carefully removed the vibrator, though she was thankful they were gone and she could come down from the rush without being teased. Her arms were released, hands untied and she leaned heavily on Nate as she tried to steady herself. But they were sat on the bench and she smiled at the praise, resting her head on his shoulder. "T-Thank you, Sir," she said quietly. "My legs are still trembling. But that was really fun."
"Alright, just relax a minute, okay? No need to rush to standin'. Just sit here with me until ya feel ya can walk," he encouraged, rubbing his hand along Daisy's back. "What kinda aftercare do ya think ya would like? What works for ya to come back into a standard headspace?"
Daisy nodded at him, staying exactly where she was, resting her head on him and breathing slowly, contently. "Just... Just this, Sir. I'm okay," she said softly. "I just need a minute... that's really helping though," she added, gesturing to his hand rubbing along her back. "I'm okay, Sir. That was just pretty intense, but I'll be okay."
"Take all the time ya need, darlin," he promised with a smile, "And ya can still stay here if ya want, or I can walk ya back to your room. Whatever ya want."
They had done it. A clear -and total victory- was finally on the horizon. While Narcissa had worried that the recent string of events was only going to alienate them further from the rest of society, the announcement of the restoration efforts had helped bring in a new wave of believers into their cause. Narcissa felt at ease, with so many upcoming galas she was finally back in her element. Not that she had not enjoyed the planning and carefully designed missions, but this was the life she had been born to live. But just because things had started to look up they would let their guard down. Not until every member of the little vigilante group was captured, and the flame of the rebellions snuffed, would they truly find peace.
Until that happened, there were still so many things left to do, Narcissa liked the challenge of balancing the expected life of a pureblood girl, and her extra activities. Sure she wasn’t often out doing things for the cause, but they had always valued her planning and preparation. Still she had to keep appearances, and the easiest way, aside from having tea with friends in public, was going shopping. The fundraisers provided the perfect excuse for new outfits (not that she needed one) but it helped in case she was to engage in conversation and someone happened to be listening to her conversation.
After leaving one of the favorite shops, Narcissa walked along the street, it was so different from the crowded Diagon Alley, she was actually enjoying herself despite having to occasionally glance over her shoulder. In her delight she got distracted and brushed against someone. It wasn’t a hard bump, but Narcissa still stopped, sure it was technically her fault, but she wasn’t about to admit it. ❝You should really be more careful❞ she said in a dry tone looking at the person from head to toe.
Things were getting out of control, fast. For many of those watching from the outside (that being anyone not directly involved in the war, although Benjy wondered if there were still such people around with everything that happened. No one was truly not involved in the war) things seemed to be getting better. The new administration had announced the rebuilding and restoration of St. Mungos, Benjy had short of lost his temper when he heard the news, as if it weren’t the Death Eaters the one that had teared it down in the first place, Benjy had been there, but with no way of identifying the people under the hoods it would have to stay as just another sucker punch.
But things could not be further from getting better. The Order and Aversio had just been declared terrorists organizations and if they were arrested ... Benjy could not bring himself to think about what that would mean to the citizens, the innocents who were either getting caught in the lies the current Minister was spinning, the fancy balls, the projects, fear being replaced by complacency. But even more so for those not of pureblood, muggle-borns and muggles, what would happen to them? History had taught Benjy -he paid attention from time to time- that muggles could be more ruthless, even to their own kind, what would happen if wizards went after them?
Once again lost in his thoughts Benjy had forgotten he had set out to run some errands at Diagon Alley, once again the cobbled path bursting with people -how easy do some forget, or maybe denial is better in these cases- and was quickly reminded of where he was when someone bumped into him. ❝Oh I’m so sorry, are y-❞ he started to mumble an apology when he recognized a familiar face, ❝Daisy? Daisy! How have you been?❞ he said with a smile reaching for a hug.
