Tags: Dom!Mattheo, Gryffandor!Reader, Cursing, Wager/Bet/Blackmail, Anxiety!Reader, Dubious Consent, Language, Sexual Themes
A/N: I am so sorry this took so long ya'll! Life be crazy. This was also the hardest chapter to write seeing as I know nothing about poker. I also felt some type of way lately like my writing isn't good but I'm fighting through it. I keep having to remind myself I'm writing for fun not for likes! Anywhosies, rant over, enjoy my loves XOXO - Angel
Chapter Six: Bluffing or Cashing Out
The entire week leading up to tonight’s poker game Mattheo had been a complete menace. His touches lingering and dangerous on the areas his hands grazed, his eyes washing over you like warm honey, sticking to your every pore and reminding you how hungry he was. The amount of cold showers you’ve had to take to cool your burning skin was uncomfortable, but you refused to touch yourself to the thoughts of the devilish Slytherin and his sinful mouth and hands. You reasoned that he’d taken enough of you, if you took that final step there would be no going back.
Mattheo had utilized Hootie-Pie the evening before, another bag and card in her claws for you.
Poker Night is in Berkshire & Nott’s room. 9PM.
In the bag had been a simple green uniform skirt, you didn’t understand why you’d needed the offending house garment, but nonetheless you’d slipped it on, casting a spell so it would fit as snuggly as your regular skirt. Thankfully, the prefects were nowhere to be seen when you’d slipped out of the dorms and into the chilly halls of the castle.
Mattheo was leaning against the wall, twirling a cigarette between his fingers, when you’d approached the Slytherin dorms. In the warm glow of the lanterns he looked ethereal, until his dark eyes settled on you and the shadows on his face became less hauntingly beautiful and more ominous, hinting at the mischief hidden away inside of him. You swallowed a lump in your throat, trying to ignore how beautiful he was and how kissable his lips looked.
“I love seeing you in green, Kitten.” His low, velvet voice hummed. His eyes raked across your figure, washing over you like warm honey glaze.
“Why did I even need to wear this?” You asked, fingering the green skirt. You weren’t fond of being outside of your house colors but at least you had your usual jumper, this time in black.
“Because I wanted you to.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper, the sound reverberating across your skin, rising goosebumps in its wake. His hands clasped onto your waist, his fingers stroking the fabric of your skirt, his warmth seeping through as if he was touching your naked skin. “You can give up now you know. Once we get in there I’m pulling out all the stops to make sure I keep you.”
“Why are you doing this?” You muttered, his fingers dancing up and down the sides of your curves. “Surely there are other girls who would do this stuff with you. Girls more interesting and experienced.”
“Oh Kitten, there’s no one more interesting than you,” he growled, the intensity of his voice making home in your bones. His roaming hands slipped under your skirt, immediately caressing the lace covered skin of your ass. You gasped at his touch, your eyes shooting to his, his hot coal orbs already trained on you. “Look at that, so responsive for me. Why would I ever let that go?”
Internally you cursed yourself, reminding that you needed to withhold your reactions.
“Not for you…” you whimpered, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your underwear to fondle even more silky skin. You wanted to tell him it was because you were a virgin, all the reactions he invoked only due to your inexperience. But his lust blown eyes sharpened at you, his hands retracting from your craving skin.
“No?” He growled, his tone sending alarm bells to your brain. “Let’s find out then.”
He ushered you into the common room, his long legs stepping with purpose, you’ve obviously sparked the fire of competition in him. His face set in a determined smirk, the expression twisting your gut as you knew it would mean nothing good for you.
Godric, when will I learn to shut up?!
Theo and Enzo’s room looked exactly as you’d expected. Theo’s side was neat and orderly, his desk being the only thing that was messy with piles of books towering the space, a couple you were positive were from the restricted section of the library. Enzo’s side being more haphazard with clothes and magazines strewn about, a muggle cassette player on his night stand playing some music you didn’t recognize.
In true Slytherin fashion, the poker game was not just going to be just cards and galleons on the floor. In the middle of the room was a large circular table, obviously charmed as a deck of cards was shuffled against the forest green felt, surrounded by five cushy, big leather arm chairs. You briefly wondered where the furniture came from and how they were able to get it into the room, but you knew trying to understand the opulent and sneaky ways of the boys was a futile attempt.
“Leonessa!” Theo called out, noticing you and Mattheo’s entrance. He nodded a greeting at Mattheo before tossing a lazy smile at you. “So nice to have some eye candy for once,” his gaze trailed your body, something looking like interest swirling in the stoney depths. “Are you lucky, piccola?”
Enzo snorted behind him, “As if you need luck, Nott!”
“He’s got the best poker face a Slytherin could have.” Blaise agreed.
Theo’s smile only widened, taking your hand and giving you a spin. “And in Slytherin green too? Leonessa, you are dangerous.”
You blushed, the color on your face growing brighter when Enzo whistled from his seat. Mattheo’s hands pulled you by your hips back to him, causing Theo to release his hold on your hand. Out of the corner of your eye you peaked at him, his eyes glaring daggers at the slightly taller Nott boy.
Theo was done with his teasing you sensed, casting you one last wink and taking his seat on one of the chairs. Mattheo followed suit, dragging you along with him by your wrist. He plopped down and pulled you down on top of his lap, causing you to squeak in surprise.
“Does your pet have to follow you everywhere, Riddle?” Draco sneered, you rolled your eyes, the blonde’s animosity growing old for you.
“Mad you don’t have one too, Malfoy? I’d be happy to make a request to Hermoine on your behalf, if you’d like.” You snarked, the platinum haired boy sputtered, his face turning several shades red.
“As if I would ever even consider—“
“Oh save it Malfoy, anyone with two neurons could see it,” you interrupted, glaring at the flustered boy. “Now if you’d take your head out of your rich, pompous ass and stopped being such a prejudiced buffoon Hermoine might actually be interested. Lord knows she would appreciate someone with slightly more intelligence than Ron.”
You felt Mattheo choking back his laugher, his firm chest vibrating against your back. Blaise and Theo were snickering, trying to hold back their impressed laughs while Enzo just gaped incredulously at you.
“I am leagues smarter than Weaslebee!” Draco protested.
“Then act like it and stop being a dick.” You snapped. Mattheo warm hand squeezed your thigh, halting your unconscious annoyed leg bouncing. The motion brought a strange comfort to you that you’d preferred not to dwell on, though you were somewhat eased that he wasn’t mad at you for mouthing off to his friend. Again.
“Now that deserves a drink!” Enzo cheered, his enthusiasm blanketing the tense vibe of your argument with Draco. He leapt from his chair, casting a wordless spell over his trunk before opening it to reveal hidden scores of alcohol and glasses.
“I’ll say,” Blaise chuckled. “You’re quite a bold lion coming to the snake den and roaring the way you do. Not that it isn’t entertaining.”
“I know,” Mattheo mused behind you, “She’s a cheeky little thing, so stubborn.” You could feel the rumbling of his deep voice crawl up your spine. His words almost sounded approving of you, filling your stomach with an unwanted pool of warmth.
Enzo slid shots over to everyone at the table, raising his glass with a teasing smile to you. “To your charming wit little lion.” You giggled and raised your glass.
“And to Draco not being a dick and getting some from Granger!” Enzo finished, erupting laughters from everyone except Draco, the blonde sputtering and blushing. When he drank you could see a small wistful smile on his face, making you curious about the depths of his feelings for the intelligent Gryffindor.
You threw your shot back, the burning taste down your throat clearing your head. You were here for one reason, to finally break away from the servitude you found yourself in with Mattheo. You’d looked at him over your shoulder, finding his dark eyes fixed on you already, licking the taste of the alcohol off his lips.
Fuck. Those fucking lips.
“Let’s start, shall we?” You couldn’t tell if he was talking to you or about the game, but nonetheless cards were doled out by the charmed table and the other boys settled themselves in a new conversation. Everyone in the room oblivious of the challenge you and Mattheo were set to engage in tonight.
The first few rounds went by without a word or touch from Mattheo, his focus seemingly solely on the game and the shifting of galleons on the table. Your gut was twisting in preparation for his inevitable strike, the feeling only growing as the minutes ticked by with you seated on his lap. You could feel every shift of his body, from his lean, strong torso pressed to your back to the firm thighs under your plush bottom. You could feel your senses going haywire, aware of far too much of him and at the same time not enough.
“Kitten?” His husky voice whispered in your ear. You let out a small noise of acknowledgement, not willing to look him in the eye. “Be a doll and hold my cards for me, my hands are getting tired. I’ll tell you what to do, okay?”
You hesitantly took the cards from him, practically smelling the wicked plotting his brain was concocting.
“If you lose on purpose you’ll owe me the money lost so make sure you listen closely, okay?” His warm breath tickled your ear, sending shivers up your spine.
“Something about using your cute little lion feels like cheating, Riddle.” Theo’s teasing voice snapped you back to attention, suddenly aware of all the eyes on both of you.
“Avert your eyes then Nott, don’t let her distract you.” Mattheo grumbled, a slight edge to his voice you couldn’t decipher.
“I’m literally right here guys.” You joked.
“We know. I’m excited to take all of Mattheo’s money while he’s…preoccupied.” Blaise waggled his eyebrows at you causing your face to burn.
“I’m winning everything tonight.” Mattheo vowed, the double meaning of his words not lost on you.
“Just whatever happens, no fucking on the table please, stains are a bitch to get out of this thing.” Enzo rolled his eyes, Draco nodding in agreement. Your face exploded with color, your blush taking over your whole face and stretching down your neck.
“Lorenzo Berkshire!” You couldn’t be more mortified by the implication, the boys around you bursting into laughter at your embarrassment.
New cards were passed out and Mattheo murmured the rules in your ear, your hands meant to stay on the table and enact each one of the calls he made. You breathed in, trying to cool your chaotic nerves, your mind and body conscious of the set up you were about to endure.
All I have to do is not ask for more.
All I have to do is not ask for more.
You repeated in your head over and over, determination coursing through your veins.
“Call.” Mattheo’s voiced rang out, shaking you out of your thoughts. You nodded, throwing some galleons from his collection into the pile in the center of the table. “Good girl.” He punctuated his quiet praise with a hand on your thigh.
The surrounding boys did not heed you and Mattheo with any attention, currently discussing the Yule Ball meant to take place in a couple of weeks, their discussion only interrupted by their poker calls.
“Bet.” You tossed more galleons in the pile. Mattheo’s hum of approval drowned out by the sensation of his hand moving up your thigh, now under your skirt, his thumb drawing small circles on your skin.
You watched Enzo, Blaise and Draco fold, flicking their cards away from them. Theo, his eyes flickering over the two of you intensely, smirked as he called the bet with his own galleons.
Mattheo straightened behind you, his legs spreading a little bit wider, causing your own to open slightly, his fingers digging into your soft thighs when you tried to close them.
“Raise.” Mattheo didn’t seem to be talking to you, his eyes dead set on Theo, even as you pushed more galleons to the center. Distracted by whatever weird silent conversation the two boys were having you didn’t notice Mattheo’s left hand sneak under your jumper and shirt, his fingers fondling the skin just below your bra.
Your sweater had enough volume that Mattheo’s actions under your shirt were practically nonexistent to the visible eye, though it hardly felt that way when Theo’s eyes flickered over your chest, then back to Mattheo’s eyes. He folded shortly after with a sigh.
“You actually might be lucky, Kitten.” Mattheo’s pleased voice purred, his lips grazing the skin of your throat while you collected his winnings for the round, the brief contact of his lips sending static through your head.
“I hardly feel lucky.” You mumbled.
New cards were distributed, Mattheo’s hand sliding underneath your bra to fully cup your breast against his warm palm. You gulped, your brain reminding you of his tormenting touch on your chest days ago, your head flooded with tantalizing memories that made you shudder.
“Call.” His other hand slipped from your thigh to the center of your legs, a single finger skimming up and down your lace covered sex. You bit your lip to hold in a gasp, doing your best to casually enact his command. This was the first time he’d touched you there, the logical side of you was fighting for control but you couldn’t deny the temptation of the feather light touch against your slit.
“Bet.” You shifted in his lap, trying to keep your face neutral as he stroked you. Against your own logic, your body was betraying you, the soft repetitive touches on your panty covered cunt starting to make you wet. The hand on your breast, no longer satisfied with soft squeezes, zeroed in on your nipple; A single finger circling the hardened nub, not yet touching it directly.
Enzo and Draco fold, flicking their cards away.
Godric, if this is only two fingers what else could he do?
“Raise.” He spread his legs even more, opening your legs to him as he added another finger to lightly caress your cunt. You bit back a moan as you followed his order. There was so much happening, his touch setting small blazes on your skin that encompassed your whole body. He kissed the juncture of your neck and shoulder, leaving white hot tingles in its wake.
Theo and Blaise fold as well, you hurriedly gathered Mattheo’s winnings and new cards were dealt to everyone. The boys in the room seemed none the wiser to your predicament, now discussing preparation for the quidditch season after winter. The fear of getting caught combined with your desire to win against Mattheo was battling against his smoldering touch and the electric sparks it produced in your bones.
“How are you feeling Kitten? Ready to give up?” He cooed, his voice just loud enough for only you. You shook your head, not trusting your voice to come out coherently. Mattheo chuckled against your skin, leaving little bites along your neck that had your legs trembling.
“Call.” You barely registered the command, his fingers on your breast finally stopped the shark-like circling and pinched your taut peak, your back arching to curve into his fingers. You rushed to push the galleons on the table, not wanting to hold up the game and give anyone a reason to observe you.
“Mmmm, I love these perfect tits of yours Kitten. Wish I could put em’ in my mouth again. Might do it anyway, I’m sure the guys won’t mind.” You let out soft whimper, squirming on his lap. You instantly regretted moving, your clit brushing against his three fingers he was massaging against your covered heat. The friction making you too aware of the slippery wetness between your legs and how badly your cunt pulsed with need.
“And this pussy, Salazar, I could do this all day Kitten. Even through your panties I can feel how drenched you are for me.” You were positive your brain was short circuiting, the rumbling of his low voice and his words making your pussy clench around nothing as you quivered in his lap.
“Fold.” You tossed the cards down, you couldn’t even tell what round you were on, too dazed on Mattheo to truly comprehend. Mattheo shifted below you, his hard length grinding against your supple ass.
I’m losing my fucking mind.
But you couldn’t find it in you to care as you drowned in the pleasure, your achingly swollen clit begging for attention. He sucked the skin of your neck into his mouth, licking and biting the tender skin, you nearly cried out as you melted against him. New cards slipped in front of you, your fuzzy brain barely functioning enough to hold them properly for Mattheo.
“Bet.” Your underwear was definitely ruined for the night, your slick soaking the lace fabric completely. A small part of you was almost yearning for him to go under the fabric and touch your core completely, without any barrier separating your weeping sex and his stupidly good fingers.
“Call.” When you took too long putting his galleons in he’d twisted your nipple and pressed two fingers directly on your clit with just the right amount of pressure, a strangled noise leaving you. You tossed the galleons into the pile, a warm tightening pooling in your gut.
“Those noises are for me, Kitten. Behave.” With your free hand you dug your nails into the arm of the chair, Mattheo’s relentless fingers flicking your wet nub while his other hand pinched and prodded the peak of your breast.
“Raise.” Your sweater felt sweltering, the itch to take it off to cool your aching heated skin swallowing you whole. You wiggled in Mattheo’s lap, trying to find relief by rutting against his bulging arousal.
And just like that, after leaving one last teasing touch, both of his hands withdrew from your body. You withheld a whine, turning to look into Mattheo’s devious gaze as he sucked your juices from his fingers, the sight making your pussy throb.
“Problem, Kitten?” His voice so husky and smug. You bit your lip, trying not to answer. You rolled your hips, once again trying to rock against his stiff cock. The pupils of his eyes dilated and engulfing the syrupy brown of his iris, his hands coming to your hips to stop your movement. “If you want more, you need to say it Kitten. Otherwise I am never touching that sweet little cunt of yours again.”
Your horny clouded mind nearly wept, your body in agreement as it buzzed with desire for more, pleading for anything he would give you. In the far back of your mind your logic told you to shut up, to win and leave Mattheo and his ownership of your body behind. But that voice was suffocated by the overpowering lust you’d felt. You could no longer refuse the control he had on you, the feeling of absolute pleasure he’d engraved on your body with the slightest addictive touches. He was dangerous, a drug your body seemed all too gluttonous for, ready to overindulge in his thrilling kisses and arousing touch.
“More.” You whispered, your breathless voice sounding needy to your own ears.
“Say again?” He cooed, a satisfied grin breaking his face.
“Please,” You whimpered, “Please more.”
“Remember what this means, Kitten.” You nodded, swallowing the part of you that was screaming about the red flags of this situation. His sinful fingers returned to your cunt, applying the perfect amount of pressure to your panty covered soaked slit, his attention to your bundle of nerves made tears of relief well up in your eyes.
“All in.” You pushed the entirety of his betting galleons to the center of the table, just as he directed. The surrounding boys broke away from their conversation to look between the two of you. You did your best to set a neutral expression, not wanting to reveal the absolutely obscene display Mattheo made of you under the cover of the table.
“Ballsy Riddle, you’ve hardly been paying attention all night.” Blaise mused, pushing his galleons to the pile as well. Mattheo chuckled, playing the perfectly unbothered prince as his hand held his jaw and the other continued to press and pinch your pulsating clit.
“Probably more like Handsy, he’s been too quiet.” Draco grumbled, throwing his money in as well.
Merlin, do they know?! Founders strike me down now.
“If I had a cute little thing on my lap I wouldn’t talk to you fools either.” Theo joked, sliding his equal bet to the center.
“Hey! We’re not that bad! Are we Lion?” Enzo’s teasing had brought all eyes on you, which Mattheo decided would be the best time to speed up his torturously skilled fingers. You could feel yourself practically gushing, your release building, the overwhelming feeling just about to crest like the sun over a mountain.
You shook your head a little too enthusiastically, smiling sheepishly at the boys. “Perfect gentlemen.” You pushed out, trying to not sound as strained and wanton as you truly were.
“See! Take that Nott! ‘Perfect gentlemen’ she said.” Enzo argued throwing his remaining money next to Theo’s. Laughs burst from the other boys as their attention jumped to who among them was the best gentleman.
“You want to cum for me Kitten?” Mattheo groaned in your ear once the attention was off the two of you. You offered a slight nod, knowing you’d likely agree to anything so long as he kept moving his fingers.
“Too damn bad.” He removed his hand from under your skirt, licking your arousal off his fingers and smoothing your skirt down. Your mouth dropped open but you had no words, you never expected him to stop. He took the cards from your hands, revealing them to the table.
Everyone except Mattheo groaned, though you were positive no one was more disappointed than you as you sat there orgasm-less. He sounded so assured, as if he knew with complete certainty that winning all of his friends’ money and you were inevitable.
Everyone dispersed from their chairs, leaving Mattheo and you to collect his winnings as the other young men left for a smoke break. You were unconvinced, Enzo and Theo both shooting you teasing smiles and winks at your bewildered face.
Now alone, Mattheo lifted you up, depositing you on the table as if you weighed nothing. His arms caging you as he leaned over your form. “Thanks for freeing my hands tonight Kitten. I owe this win to you.”
“So what now?” You cleared your throat.
“Now I get to do whatever I want to this naughty body of yours, as per our deal.” He leaned down, peppering your neck with kisses and small bites. You swallowed a moan that threatened to rise up, fisting his hair to pull his eyes back to yours.
“You planned this whole thing, didn’t you? Toying with me in front of your friends just to get your way.” You were livid, the ache between your legs dulled compared to the rising heat of your anger.
“Maybe.” He practically oozed smugness, his hooded eyes lathering over you. “But no matter what happened tonight you were always going to leave here mine, Kitten.”
You turned away from his gaze, anger at yourself simmering under your skin. You’d given him exactly what he’d wanted and you’d done it willingly, just for an orgasm you never received. Gods, you’d never felt more foolish in your life.
“I bet your friends loved the show then.” You hissed bitterly. “Watching your virginal pet having her pussy played with must have been thrilling for them.” How you’d ever be able to look at them without shame or embarrassment you didn’t know.
He growled, grabbing your chin to make sure you looked at him. “They didn’t see shit and they never will. I could have fingered you on the table until you were sobbing and they wouldn’t have bat a fucking eye, but your orgasms are mine. Your moans are mine. I’m not sharing them with anyone else.”
You fisted his shirt in your hands, pulling him closer. You were torn. On the one hand you wanted to smack him, his wicked fingers and devious mind pulled you into a deeper thing with him and for that you were pissed. On the other hand you wanted to kiss him in relief, grateful that no one witnessed your raunchy display.
Mattheo made the decision for you, his lips meeting yours in an inhaling kiss. His hands on your hips drew you impossibly close to him, feeling every ridge of his chest and the firm erection in his pants as he dragged it against you. The involuntary thought of what it would feel like inside you made you whimper, the sound easily being consumed by his mouth.
You both separated, huffing and likely looking equally aroused. “When you cum for me,” he started, licking the taste of you off his lips. “You’ll come for me and me only. Do you understand?”
“Then why did you stop?” You glared, your chest heaving from the kiss. “You won, I gave in. If no one knew what we were doing except us why stop?”
“Because I had to.” He seethed, his dark eyes meeting your glare with his own. “You said earlier that your body wasn’t responsive to me, I proved you wrong.”
You were incredibly annoyed that he was right, he had proved you wrong, even if it was in the most pleasurable way a person could say ‘I told you so’. It really dawned on you that, once again, your freedom had slipped from your grasp. Though your feelings were less conflicted than the first time, your body eager for more despite your brain screaming for caution of getting involved in any way with the Slytherin bad boy.
“You’re dismissed for tonight Kitten.” Mattheo’s voice breaking you out of your thoughts. You’d made a noise of confusion, causing him to smile at you teasingly. “Did you think I was going to finish you off, Kitten? Do you think you deserve it after trying to escape me?”
You gaped at him, your face blooming red. You tried to hide by looking down at your lap, though your shaky legs served as a reminder that did not put you at ease.
“You started it!” You argued.
“A good girl would have accepted her fate earlier tonight. I gave you a chance to back out. Now you’ll have to go back to your dorm, your sweet cunt soaking wet, knowing I almost made you cum through your panties.”
He had the nerve to smirk at you, your frustration and torment clearly an enjoyable pastime for him. He released you, stepping back to collect his winnings for the night.
You raged, the fire in your veins fueling your need to get even the slightest bit of payback. Before you could even talk yourself out of it, you unzipped the foul green skirt, sliding it off your legs with spite. Your cardigan just barely preserving your modesty.
Mattheo’s eyes seemed to bulge, curiosity and hunger dancing in his eyes at your stripping. Against your better judgement you flung the skirt in his face, the fabric hitting him dead on.
“Goodnight then, sir.” You sneered with as much venom as you could muster, storming out the door without waiting for a response.
You shivered as the cold breeze swept between your legs. Cursing him all the way back to your room, making an amusing sight for the various paintings and ghosts lingering in the halls.
