Fic: Show me exchange with Thanfiction

[ceredwensirius]

Title: The Trouble With Tying Your Own Hands
Author: ceredwensirius
For: thanfiction
Prompt: This lovely piece of art work: http://community.livejournal.com/thanart/34053.html
Pairing: Neville/Hannah (oh, quit looking so damned shocked)
Word Count: 2, 353 (yeah - it went a little over)
Rating: R - NC17 - its not my most graphic sex but its not for minors either
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Summary: Hannah confiscates some ribbon and gets a wicked idea.
Author's Notes:thanfiction I hope you enjoy this. I truly don't know if they are in character or not. Hannah seemed fairly no nonsense to me when I read DAYD (which I still need to finish and review, I know - I'm so sorry) so I hope it works for you. Thank you to ilexx for the beta and to wickedswanz for getting Hannah's ass into the air which got me over the hump into actual sex because OMG its Neville/Hannah! (And for those of you who know about my muse, let me just say he was not thrilled with letting another male into the house - Hannah he was fine with).


 

 

“So I opened the door to clean the room and there he was, bound with this and completely starkers…”

The voice of one of the Leaky Cauldron’s summer help was interrupted by the high pitched giggle of the other. Hannah rolled her eyes and pushed open the door to the inn’s laundry room with a stern look fixed on her face. The two teenage girls jumped to attention, guilt heavy in their expressions. The older of the two hastily tried to hide something behind her back. Hannah sighed wearily as she stepped into the room, her hand held out.

“Lets have it,” she said sternly. Her tone and the set of her mouth did not invite any wiggling about with the truth.

The young, dark-haired witch stepped forward to place a bundle of bright crimson satin into Hannah’s outstretched hand. The mass of looping, red material tried to slip through her fingers until she closed her fingers in a soft grip. Hannah raised a neat, blond brow in a silent request for an explanation.

“Room 6 must have left this behind in the bedding.” The reply, Hannah knew, was incomplete. Not so much because she had overheard something scandalous, but because there was a dark blush creeping across the teenager’s pretty face.

“Cecily,” said Hannah warningly. “The whole story please.”

“Oh, please don’t make me,” pleaded Cecily, looking up at Hannah, her brown eyes horrified.

“You can’t tell me, but it’s fine to gossip about it with Marcy here?” asked Hannah, nodding at the other teenager who had been quiet as a mouse since Hannah walked in.

Cecily made a sort of whimpering sound in the back of her throat.

Hannah sighed. “Alright, let me take a guess and you just correct me if I’m wrong.”

Cecily’s shoulders dropped in obvious relief.

“After knocking and not hearing anything from within the room, you walked in to find that the occupant had been left bound and gagged after a night of engaging in bondage sex games-“

Marcy interrupted with a ridiculously loud giggle. Hannah shot her a stern look.

“Something amusing, Marcy?” asked Hannah sharply.

Marcy shook her head with a hand over her mouth. Hannah turned back to Cecily who was fighting a losing battle with a grin.

“What?” asked Hannah suspiciously.

“I-“ Cecily paused to flick her eyes at Marcy. “We just didn’t think you would have ever heard of such things.”

“Why ever not?” asked Hannah before she could stop herself.

“You just don’t seem the type,” replied Cecily baldly, but without malice.

Hannah opened her mouth to contest that rather dreary characterization, but closed it when it occurred to her that she really didn’t want to explain or defend her sexual tastes to the summer help. In fact, she decided that this conversation needed to come to a close. “Has he checked out yet?”

Cecily nodded. “Just this morning.”

“Fine,” said Hannah. “Get back to your duties and stop gossiping about the guests.”

Cecily and Marcy gave her identical obedient nods and swiftly left the laundry room. Hannah released a wearied sigh and lifted the bunch of satin ribbon to eye level.

“Bondage, huh?” she said quietly to the ribbon, as though she were conversing with it. She gave the fabric a delicate sniff, recognizing the Leaky Cauldron’s unique detergent.

Giving her wrist a shake, the sleeve of her robes fell back to reveal a dainty gold tone watch and made note of the hour. She pocketed the ribbon and left the laundry room, her low heels clicking across the ancient stone floor. As she neared the bar, her eyes swept across the tavern, observing with satisfaction that it was just as empty as it had been when she went in search of the girls.

“Tom,” she said on approach of the bar. “Can you get by without me for a few hours?”

“Take the whole night,” he assured as he passed a tankard to a customer. “Been slow all day.”

Smiling her thanks to Tom, Hannah turned and clicked her way to the stairs, but decided to make a slight detour first. On her way to the suite she shared with Neville, Hannah peeked in on the girls who were now busy with their tasks in separate corners of the inn. She made certain that each of them were aware that she was checking up on them before finally retiring up the steps, satisfied that her stern eye would keep them out of mischief, for a little while at least.

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Dragging a pearl handled brush through her newly dried hair, Hannah looked at herself in the floor length mirror. The pearl handle clicked softly against the polished wood veneer of the dresser  once she was satisfied with the smooth wave in her blonde locks, now framing her face the way she knew Neville liked to see. Stepping closer to the mirror, she frowned at the left thigh high stocking which had crept down her leg. Lace covered elastic was pulled up and into place, measured against the other for perfect placement.

The red ribbon stood out in stark contrast to the white bed covering, innocently waiting to do Hannah’s bidding. She slipped into a pair of black stilettos; her low heels transfigured for the occasion, wobbling slightly at the unfamiliar height and feel and took a few uncertain steps to the bed. The satin was cool and smooth in her fingers as she walked back to the mirror on unsteady feet.

“Sod this!” she grumbled, and kicked them off for the moment.

Not sure exactly what to do with the ribbon, because there was just so much of it, she started by wrapping it up her leg.

“That looks ridiculous,” she muttered softly.

Hannah continued to play with the satin, trying it out in different positions. The ribbon was wrapped around the soft creamy skin of her stomach, thighs and arms before she tried her neck.

“Hmm,” she murmured, as she let the ribbon fall to the floor behind her. With her elbows raised and her hands behind her back, she crossed the ribbon and then dragged one end across a shoulder, letting the excess drop and pool at her feet. She looked at her reflection with her head cocked to one side. “Hmm,” she said again, before doing the same with the other end.

Turning to the side while pulling the ends of the ribbon behind her back, her hands met and passed the ends one to the other and then shook the ends loose. Her fingers ran along the satin as she pulled it forward over her hips. There wasn’t much material left now, so after standing first cocked a little to the left and then to the right, she finally opted to simply tie it into a big looping bow in front of her sex.

“Alright,” she said softly. “Lets put it all together.” She toed into her stilettos and then looked at herself in the mirror. She sighed unhappily because what she really wanted was to have her hands tied behind her back. “Nevermind,” she said with a shake of her head and moved her fingers to unfasten the bow.

“Hannah?”

A soft gasp left her lips as she turned swiftly to face Neville.

“Its… its all wrong,” she said miserably. When she finally looked him in the face she watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

Neville cleared his throat. “Get in the bed, Hannah.”

“But my hands aren’t tied,” she said helplessly.

Neville looked at her like he wasn’t sure she was speaking English before shrugging out of his robes. “I don’t care.”

“But-“

“Hannah!”

Something in the look she gave him broke through to his higher reasoning.

“Tied?” he asked, as he took a step toward her.

“I couldn’t-“ she began, but paused to watch him untie the satiny bow and then gave a little yelp as he spun her around and roughly grabbed at her hands. She felt a couple of hard tugs as satin was drawn across her wrists and secured. He spun her again and, with fingers that weren’t entirely steady, he tied another, but far less artful bow.

“Happy?”

Hannah’s smile was wondrous. Neville turned her and gave her light push toward the bed. Hannah giggled as she complied, climbing onto the edge of the bed and then giving him a coy look over her shoulder. Neville was pulling his shirt over his head as he crossed to the bed. Giggling again, she scooted to the middle of the bed, almost like she was trying to get away from him.

Neville pressed his chest against her back and growled against her throat. “So… it seems I have myself a little sex slave.” The bow in front of her sex was pulled possessively with one hand as the other cupped her breast. She let her head fall back and moaned softly when he nipped at her neck. “Whatever am I to do with you?”

“Neville,” she moaned. “Don’t tease.”

“No?” he said rhetorically. “Don’t you think it’s your turn?” His middle finger dipped behind her soft curtain of blonde curls.

“What?” she gasped, as his finger drew lazy circles around her clit.

“Do you have any idea,” he said, before pausing to lick along her neck, starting just above the red ribbon and ending just below her jaw. “How bloody sexy you looked? Hands tied or no.”

Neville pressed his erection against her arse to make his point.  The bow drooped lightly to hang as his fingers traced slowly up her abdomen and over the swell of her breast to pinch her nipple.

“Y – you think I’m sexy?”  She asked in a quiet voice, her mind drifting back to Cecily’s comments.

“I do.” His words were simple but they had the desired effect and she immediately felt herself relax and turned her fallen head to kiss his neck.

With tantalizing slowness he kissed down her throat and across her silky smooth shoulder.  “I have no words for how I felt coming into this room, planning on a quiet afternoon – maybe a nap.”  His hands slid again, downwards now, tickling her ribs, caressing her waist and settling on the curve of her hips.  “And here you were, looking like the most delectable of sweets and wrapped like my favorite present.”

She giggled and then moaned as his mouth moved hotly up around her jaw.  Hannah couldn’t remember the last time she had been this aroused or felt him as hard as he seemed to be.  She never thought that she would be so excited by sex games, sure they had dabbled a little but…  Well she knew now, and so did he.

“Do you know what the best part is, love?”  he murmured, his fingers suddenly digging into her hips, almost painful, but not quite.  “With you all tied and secure like this, I can do anything I like.   I have my delightful, sexy fiancée to enjoy at my leisure.”

“You’ve always had me.”  She mewed softly when his teeth gently nipped at the sensitive flesh at the junction of her throat and shoulder.

“Yes, but I could take all the time I like.  I have to say all those times that you teased me to insanity with your sinful mouth and body are streaming through my mind.  A little punishment could be very satisfying, how much fun would it be to tease and please my girl all night long, making you beg for me the way I begged.”

Hannah smiled, almost catlike.  So he thought that he was in control?  Feeling sexier then she ever had before, she moved smoothly, leaning back and rubbing her bare bottom against his straining erection.  He moaned and shuddered and she knew that she had his attention; more so.  Then with a throaty sigh she let herself fall slowly forward, a long fluid movement, giving her lover a wicked view of her creamy back clashing against the red ribbon, and her hands tied.  His slave waiting for her master and his deep shuddering moan was more then rewarding.

To take control even more, to decide the next step, Hannah spread her legs just a little more and wiggled her arse, showing him how wet and ready she was.

“Clever witch,” muttered Neville, before flicking open the button on his trousers and lowering the zip. The next thing Hannah felt was his erection being rubbed against her clit and folds. “This is what you want isn’t it?”

“Neville,” she said, with a light pant. “Oh, Neville, please don’t make me wait.”

Neville groaned deep in his chest.

“You little minx,” he rasped, before slowly sliding his cock into her hot and tight inner embrace.

Hannah tried to push back but Neville’s fingers dug into her hips as he held her steady. Leaning over her back as he gave a light thrust, his breath was hot on her neck. “You’re going to let me have some control here, Hannah.”

The smile he couldn’t see because her face was pressed against the bed, was feral and predatory. Merlin, he could make her feel powerful. She pushed back again, hard, and almost giggled when Neville groaned again.

“You win, Hannah,” he muttered, and began thrusting in earnest.

Neville’s harsh panting and groaning burned hot against her shoulder where his mouth rested. His body was hard and strong against her soft, pliant one and it didn’t take long before Hannah’s body tightened with her release. Neville was only moments behind her, thrusting wild and helpless before freezing and then shuddering.

With a last groan, Neville collapsed and then rolled, slipping out of her. Her mass of blonde waves shifted as she turned her head to smile at him. Neville grinned back and let his eyes slide down from her face to her tied hands and back up again.

Hannah wriggled her hands. “Can you untie me?”

Neville looked at her hands once again and then back at her face. “I don’t think so, Hannah,” he said smugly. “I’m not quite through with my present.”

~The End