Theo smiled at the response he received from her, knowing that she was well under his own control, and with that confirmation he brought his hand to her cheek as he leant forward and he gently kissed her lips, though only for a single and small moment, before he pulled away and whispered onto her lips. “That’s right; you will do anything for me… but hearing that isn’t enough.” He let out a small chuckle then, and with that he slowly pulled off the tie covering her vision, and with a smile he spoke once more.
“Prove it, love.” He said simply as he trailed the crop over her body in a teasing way, though before she could even speak he smacked the crop down, very gently, against her lips as his eyes lit up with hopeful anticipation. “The rules still apply though, don’t forget…”
Her body arched to reach into the kiss, wanting so much to feel his lips against her own; the moment did not last long. But it had appeared that her words had done the trick; she’d managed to say precisely the correct thing. The material across her eyes slipped off, and natural flight flooded across her eyelids as she gingerly fluttered her lashes, allowing her eyes to adjust to the scenery. She scanned Theo’s features; her body ached in yearning for him. Dominique wished to only please him, as he had always pleased her; now was her opportunity to show him precisely how much she loved him, and needed him. Without words, of course.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t use her mouth though. Dominique slipped down to her knees, and looked up at him through her lashes. With her hands behind her back, still cuffed together, Dominique could only handle the situation in one way. She took the zipper of his trousers between her teeth, pulling down slowly, not taking her eyes off of him. Her mouth made quick work of the button, and the belt holding his trousers together. When she had taken care of that, Dominique was free to do something she did best. Her tongue trailed across his length, as she judged for an immediate reaction from him.
Theo simply watched as she became adjusted to the light, and he stayed perfectly silent and still for his own amusement. She was quick to act, however, as she soon began a trail downward, and Theo couldn’t help but smirk. All in all, the teasing was much like a two-edged sword; it affected both her, and him, and he had been aching for some attention for some time now, though for the sake of the game did he continue on.
Now, however, it would change, for using her mouth and her mouth only, he quickly became bare to her, and she didn’t hold back for even a single moment. Shivers travelled through him as he felt her tongue lick across his throbbing member which had been seeking such attention for so long, yet he daren’t give her the full satisfaction just yet. Glancing down at her, he raised an eyebrow in playful curiosity as he waited for her movements.
With her arms bound behind her back, kneeling before Theo, Dominique appeared the perfect picture of submission. She wished to prove herself to him, and with no hesitation greedily took him in her mouth. She slid her tongue over his twitching member, suckling her lips against him, pressing down tightly to catch a reaction from him. Over and over again, she slid him into her mouth hungrily, using everything at her disposal to pleasure him properly.
If there was one thing that Dominique had grown to love in her relationship with Theo, it was learning how to give him precisely what he wanted, without him having to ask. She loved to please him in every way possible, because she knew how much he deserved it. She would do anything for him; give everything and anything of herself. She was his, and she loved it.
Theo smiled at the response he received from her, knowing that she was well under his own control, and with that confirmation he brought his hand to her cheek as he leant forward and he gently kissed her lips, though only for a single and small moment, before he pulled away and whispered onto her lips. “That’s right; you will do anything for me… but hearing that isn’t enough.” He let out a small chuckle then, and with that he slowly pulled off the tie covering her vision, and with a smile he spoke once more.
“Prove it, love.” He said simply as he trailed the crop over her body in a teasing way, though before she could even speak he smacked the crop down, very gently, against her lips as his eyes lit up with hopeful anticipation. “The rules still apply though, don’t forget…”
Her body arched to reach into the kiss, wanting so much to feel his lips against her own; the moment did not last long. But it had appeared that her words had done the trick; she’d managed to say precisely the correct thing. The material across her eyes slipped off, and natural flight flooded across her eyelids as she gingerly fluttered her lashes, allowing her eyes to adjust to the scenery. She scanned Theo’s features; her body ached in yearning for him. Dominique wished to only please him, as he had always pleased her; now was her opportunity to show him precisely how much she loved him, and needed him. Without words, of course.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t use her mouth though. Dominique slipped down to her knees, and looked up at him through her lashes. With her hands behind her back, still cuffed together, Dominique could only handle the situation in one way. She took the zipper of his trousers between her teeth, pulling down slowly, not taking her eyes off of him. Her mouth made quick work of the button, and the belt holding his trousers together. When she had taken care of that, Dominique was free to do something she did best. Her tongue trailed across his length, as she judged for an immediate reaction from him.
Theo couldn’t help but smirk at her response; exactly what he had wanted from her, and he was quick to react about it. Almost immediately his hands dug harshly into her skin, before he removed them completely from her body, only to produce the crop once more, and with a firm swing, he made the leather crash against her chest, leaving a slight red mark. Part of Theo felt bad, though he reminded himself that he’d make up for it later on.
“I told you not to speak!” He yelled in an authoritative tone, though moments after his demeanour turned soft and seductive. “So naughty…” He purred out the words as he allowed the crop to trail against her skin once more, and he took a moment to relish in the sight of her as he spoke his usual teasing words. “How does it feel; to have no input whatsoever? How does it feel, Miss Weasley? How does it feel to be denied the release you so desperately crave…” He whispered those last words, hoping to create frustration within her, which would only make things that much more interesting for him.
“What are you going to do about that, hmm? What will you do to me, to get what you desire? Nothing? No… because you’re oh so naughty… you have something up there, surely.”
From the moment her lips had allowed a sound to trespass into the air, Dominique knew she would be immediately punished. She cringed inwardly, bracing herself for a harsh blow with the leather crop; her expectation followed suit quickly. The slap of leather against skin echoed in her ears, as sharp pain stung at the flesh of her chest, close to her tender breasts. Dominique inhaled sharply, her breath stuttering between her teeth. She wished to contain the whimpers that were coming from her lips, to remain strong and poised, but her body was not willing to listen to her.
Theo’s sharp words only furthered the shivers cascading through her body. His whispers filled her mind, his questions leaving her mind reeling. She was so unfulfilled; a yearning need was burning within her, and Theo was only stoking the flames of her impassioned lust. She wanted his lips on every inch of her skin, and his fingers upon every crevice of her body. Dominique not only craved, but needed, Theo in every way possible, to fulfill her desires. “It feels as if…I’m enduring a harsh punishment, sir. I feel as if I’m coming undone. I don’t know if I’ll manage to survive…” Dominique moaned to him, offering the best explanation she could give.
Dominique was in such a position that she was willing to do almost anything to get what she wanted. She was willing to say anything, and perform any act to free herself from the growing tension within her. “I’ll do anything sir!” She called out quickly to him. “Anything sir would like me to do.” She said with a nod of her head. “I can service you with my mouth…” Dominique said with a lick of her lips. “…or you can use my body in every possible way. You can bend me over, and take advantage of me. Whatever you wish sir…” Dominique’s voice slipped into a moan. She was desperate for his touch. “Please….”
Her legs quivered involuntarily, attempting to close, but Theo’s firm grip on her thighs kept them open and sturdy. Dominique’s body slumped against the wall, her neck arched, head thrown back. She was giving away to him, and the pleasure he was forcing on her body Moans stuck deep in her throat,…
When Theo heard her response he found himself smiling and nodding to nobody in particular as he spoke. “Good girl.” This would be the time that their real game would begin, and Theo would most definitely make sure that by the end of it, it would simply be a moment that would stay with the two of them for the rest of their lives.
With a chuckle, he approached her slowly, removing the crop from her body as his hands instead moved to work at the buttons of her shirt, undoing each of them one by one, step by step to simply add to the teasing. Further added that she could not see nor touch him himself, Theo knew that he most definitely had the upper hand in the situation, and of course he was going to use it to the best of his ability. When the buttons were all undone, the crop was brought forward once more, and was used to slide the flimsy fabric off of her, and he smirked as he began to speak.
“Remember now…” He said softly as his hands gently caressed her upper body, running across the smooth skin until he came to the fabric of her bra, and with a single motion he grabbed and ripped it clean off of her, without even a moment’s hesitation. His hands then cupped each breast harshly, squeezing and pulling as he pushed her further into the cool stone wall. “Silence.”
Dominique straightened her shoulders, readying herself for their little game. She knew she could handle his toying; partially because she didn’t mind the sharp sting of a crop against her skin. In fact, the moment the leather had first come in contact with her already sensitive flesh, Dominique had become undone all over again. She could feel Theo’s presence in front of her, his hands upon her, but in front of her eyes was a faint darkness she struggled against. Dominique’s ears strained to hear anything which would make up for the lack in other senses at the moment, but it did not help to predict his actions.
She felt her buttons being undone slowly, popping open beneath his fingers. One by one they were unclasped, her blouse parting for him. She felt cool air on her bare skin, as the flimsy material slipped from her body, leaving her further exposed to the harsh leather Theo’s hands wielded. His hands raked her body, tracing circular motions across her abdomen and chest. Shivers raked through Dominique, her entire body plagued with goosebumps, but her lips remained fiercely shut; moans were held back with precision. She stayed silent.
But when the last remaining material that was shielding her top from him was torn off her body violently, Dominique gasped loudly. Her nipples hardened immediately to the quick exposure. There was no lenience in his actions; all shreds of gentleness were ripped away. His fingers immediately began to kneed at her soft mounds harshly. He groped her breasts tightly, applying as much strength as was necessary to illicit a reaction from Dominique. She could not stop the cry of shocked pain that rang from her lips, echoing between them; only to be replaced by a weak moan as she was forced back into the wall.
She had broken the rules already.
Her legs quivered involuntarily, attempting to close, but Theo’s firm grip on her thighs kept them open and sturdy. Dominique’s body slumped against the wall, her neck arched, head thrown back. She was giving away to him, and the pleasure he was forcing on her body Moans stuck deep in her throat, willing to escape from the confines of her lips; Dominique pushed them back again and again. The process was becoming exhausting; staving off the euphoria her body was being swept away by. She knew better than anyone that she could not keep it up for very long. Theo’s tongue was flicking too quickly, his mouth exuding too much pressure for Dominique to avoid falling over her proverbial edge of ecstasy within seconds.
Just as her lips formed an o, and a wave of pleasure crept from the tips of her toes, her inner muscles spasming, the movements stopped. She nearly collapsed onto the floor, as her knees locked and her body felt the weight of a thousand tons. Every muscle, every inch of flesh felt entirely wound up, tensed and poised, waiting for sweet release; one that apparently was not soon to come. Her eyes flew open scanning the scene before her. She met Theo’s clearly amused gaze, and a flash of frustration passed through her. Never had Dominique believed he would come to be better at her own game than even herself. Yet a faint trace of smile appeared on her lips; never had she been more proud.
Dominique breathed heavily, attempting to restore her body to full strength, as she straightened herself out. She pulled once on her hands, felt the sharp bite of metal against skin, and fought no longer; she had to save her energy for more important things. He approached her again, slowly and perfectly at ease with the situation. She watched him smirk at her, and even further she viewed his expert tongue licking off her clear arousal from his fingers. Dominique was stunned into silence; that image burned in her mind, as she only became more aroused at the thought.
Curiosity leapt in her mind; what would he dare to do next to her. She did not have to wait long for the answer. The soft material of the tie which matched his costume wrapped itself around Dominique’s eyes, leaving her blinded. She had lost her ability touch, and now she’d lost her sight as well. The feeling of being powerless settled within her, exciting her intensely. She listened intently, knowing she at least still had that capability. She could hear nothing definite which would tell her what Theo’s next move was. He began to slowly explain his plan of sorts; another game they were going to play. At the mention of consequences, Dominique waited for him to verbally explain, but instead she received a sharp smack from a familiar leather object. A loud yelp sounded in the room, followed by a whimpered “ouch”. She understood now; the objective, the rules, the punishments.
“Oh yes sir! I understand perfectly. I have been terribly naughty…”
Theo continued onward, watching as she became more and more frantic. As she looked back, he couldn’t help but wonder what she thought of all this; of him, dressed up, chasing her just as she did him so long ago. Heck, even he was a little confused be it; never had he…
It was the exact thing he wanted to hear; her retaliation once more, and the thought of what he had in mind made the smirk that was already present on his face grow even more so. He let out a soft chuckle as he pushed away from her being, leaving her defenceless and unable to run, though she wouldn’t need to be able to defend or run in this situation. In fact, Theo hoped for quite the opposite.
He turned her around, first of all; pinning her back to the stone wall and keeping her cornered once again. He then took a single moment to rake his eyes over her being, finalising his plans for her, before he nodded his head to give himself the go ahead, without nerves interfering. It didn’t take him much longer, therefore, for him to fist his hand into the fabric of his shirt as he leaned forward, keeping her well under his own control which he simply refused to lose in the situation.
“I can’t make you scream?” He inquired in a teasing yet tough tone, showing that he was keeping to their game. The doubts of hurting her or the idea of her not enjoying it were diminishing rapidly now, so much so that Theo was now beginning to simply relax and enjoy what they were doing together, for deep down he knew that, either way, it would be a moment the two of them would never forget. He cast his gaze downward as he then allowed his hand to maneuver downward, avoiding all sources of fabric and weaving in and out of crevices until finally he came to the elastic of her skirt, to which his hand quickly snaked into. His eyes snapped back up then, facing her completely and utterly as he continued on his intended path, simply relying on the source of the heat that came from her core to guide him. He found it pretty soon, however, and with a smirk still plastered to his face, he sllowed a single finger to teasingly trace her slit.
“…watch me.”
He was quick to show that he was more than what she perceived him to be; all bark and no bite. Instead, he was intending on showing quite the opposite to her, by giving her exactly what she wanted… within reason. Just moments after his teasing touch, he plunged a single finger right into her heat, followed quickly by a second finger, before he began moving them in and out of her with no mercy shown on his face. His fingers curled inside her, pushing her onward as he kept her firmly planted to the wall, watching and waiting with bated breath.
Her forehead rested against the wall, her body arching against Theo’s, as he pressed her forward; she was waiting for his next move. Dominique’s nature forced her to continue her helpless struggle against her restraints; surely the amount of tugging she was doing on her wrists would cause marks, or even worse, a bruise or two. With a whimper her arms went slack, when she realized she wasn’t doing herself any good. A moment of fear ran through her; what would he do to her, to her very willing and ready body?
Suddenly, Dominique was whirled around without any control of herself, and pushed back into the wall, her arms still behind her. Her head hit against the stone, and she let out a small moan through her lips, before harshly closing them. She eyed Theo tentatively, unsure of what his roaming hands were doing; but Dominique was in no position to question, or stop his groping of her various curves. A hand slipped under her skirt haphazardly, and Dominique was forced to bite hard on her lip to avoid making a single noise. Any sort of signal of pain or pleasure would mean surely losing their game; she wouldn’t give in so very easily.
But Theo’s hand didn’t stop to merely run over her knickers, or trail across the bare skin of her thighs; the wandering hand found its’ way directly underneath Dominique’s undergarments. She braced herself against the wall, planting her feet, as her legs involuntarily spread; she could sense where this was ending. A gentle caress of her slit caused a sharp intake of breath, but she prepared herself for the continuation of such teasing touches. What she had not counted on was the harsh penetration that occurred next; a gasp of shocking pain hung in the air. As his hand continued to penetrate further though, pain melted into a hungry, if not harsh, pleasure. Theo was moving in and out of her much quicker than he had ever before; he was learning quickly apparently.
Dominique felt new pressure against her inner walls; his fingers pressing hard against her most sensitive area. To avoid a scream, she bit so hard on her lip that she felt the familiar taste of blood soak into her mouth, mixing with saliva. She looked into the depths of Theo’s eyes and could see the pure enjoyment he was feeling in the moment. Smugness radiated from him. Her eyes squeezed shut; a mantra of not giving in repeated in her mind.
“You’ll have to do better than that….” She whimpered hastily.
Despite her words, which weren’t very strong at all, he continued on with his rough movements, knowing that eventually they would make her come undone. He allowed his eyes to roam across her face, watching every move she made to signal whether or not she truly enjoyed such movements or not, though from his judgement, he knew that she was.
Nevertheless, her teasing did get to him, and it caused him to curl his fingers even further, thrust even harder, and attempt to make her come crumbling down before him. As he kept his fingers thrusting, he began a slow journey downward, remembering past events and knowing how much she truly enjoyed what he had in mind for her. He smirked at the sheer thought of it as his knees came into contact with the ground, yet his fingers continued to pump effortlessly against her.
Using his free hand, he pushed the fabric aside, leaving him face to face with his intended target, already occupied by his own fingers. Looking up to smirk at her, he quickly removed his fingers from her, making it harsh and quick, only to replace them with his own tongue, which dove right into her core, flicking and licking furiously at every possible crevice she held, tasting the sweet elixir that poured from her once more. His hands forced her legs open wider, allowing him further entry into her as he kept her pinned up to the wall, right where he wanted her. There was no need for words now; now, he would work, and get the reaction he was hoping for.
Her words had not caused the desired reaction; Dominique had hoped her prodding would have turned Theo into the ultimate tease, leaving her high and dry. That she could have handled in a somewhat appropriate, and decent manner. Being unfulfilled was more preferable than giving into her weaknesses. But his fingers did not slip away from her heat, nor did they slow down in pace. He plummeted deep within her, harder and faster, causing a deep ache to grow in between Dominique’s legs. She could feel the remnants of her pleasure pool into Theo’s hand; control was slipping from her.
If only that had been the ending of the tale. Dominique watched in slight horror, as Theo dropped down to the ground before her, his hand still busily working at her. Dominique inhaled deeply, holding in her breath. He leaned in, slipping himself under the folds of her skirt, and soon Dominique felt the familiar discarding of her knickers. His fingers were removed harshly, and none too painlessly; another weak gasp passed through Dominique’s lips. She was bare to him; exposed completely, ready to be used.
A small lapse in judgement lead her to say hurriedly. “Oh- please, no. Not that. I can’t handle-“She spoke too late, for Theo’s tongue plunged in between her slit, lapping up her wetness quickly. He parted her legs roughly, digging his hands into her thighs, pushing them apart. She felt herself slipping down the wall; the only reason Dominique was even standing straight right now, was because of Theo. But the strong, slightly stubborn part of Dominique raged on; she wouldn’t give in, she wouldn’t scream, she wouldn’t succumb.
Theo continued onward, watching as she became more and more frantic. As she looked back, he couldn’t help but wonder what she thought of all this; of him, dressed up, chasing her just as she did him so long ago. Heck, even he was a little confused be it; never had he…
It was the exact thing he wanted to hear; her retaliation once more, and the thought of what he had in mind made the smirk that was already present on his face grow even more so. He let out a soft chuckle as he pushed away from her being, leaving her defenceless and unable to run, though she wouldn’t need to be able to defend or run in this situation. In fact, Theo hoped for quite the opposite.
He turned her around, first of all; pinning her back to the stone wall and keeping her cornered once again. He then took a single moment to rake his eyes over her being, finalising his plans for her, before he nodded his head to give himself the go ahead, without nerves interfering. It didn’t take him much longer, therefore, for him to fist his hand into the fabric of his shirt as he leaned forward, keeping her well under his own control which he simply refused to lose in the situation.
“I can’t make you scream?” He inquired in a teasing yet tough tone, showing that he was keeping to their game. The doubts of hurting her or the idea of her not enjoying it were diminishing rapidly now, so much so that Theo was now beginning to simply relax and enjoy what they were doing together, for deep down he knew that, either way, it would be a moment the two of them would never forget. He cast his gaze downward as he then allowed his hand to maneuver downward, avoiding all sources of fabric and weaving in and out of crevices until finally he came to the elastic of her skirt, to which his hand quickly snaked into. His eyes snapped back up then, facing her completely and utterly as he continued on his intended path, simply relying on the source of the heat that came from her core to guide him. He found it pretty soon, however, and with a smirk still plastered to his face, he sllowed a single finger to teasingly trace her slit.
“…watch me.”
He was quick to show that he was more than what she perceived him to be; all bark and no bite. Instead, he was intending on showing quite the opposite to her, by giving her exactly what she wanted… within reason. Just moments after his teasing touch, he plunged a single finger right into her heat, followed quickly by a second finger, before he began moving them in and out of her with no mercy shown on his face. His fingers curled inside her, pushing her onward as he kept her firmly planted to the wall, watching and waiting with bated breath.
Her forehead rested against the wall, her body arching against Theo’s, as he pressed her forward; she was waiting for his next move. Dominique’s nature forced her to continue her helpless struggle against her restraints; surely the amount of tugging she was doing on her wrists would cause marks, or even worse, a bruise or two. With a whimper her arms went slack, when she realized she wasn’t doing herself any good. A moment of fear ran through her; what would he do to her, to her very willing and ready body?
Suddenly, Dominique was whirled around without any control of herself, and pushed back into the wall, her arms still behind her. Her head hit against the stone, and she let out a small moan through her lips, before harshly closing them. She eyed Theo tentatively, unsure of what his roaming hands were doing; but Dominique was in no position to question, or stop his groping of her various curves. A hand slipped under her skirt haphazardly, and Dominique was forced to bite hard on her lip to avoid making a single noise. Any sort of signal of pain or pleasure would mean surely losing their game; she wouldn’t give in so very easily.
But Theo’s hand didn’t stop to merely run over her knickers, or trail across the bare skin of her thighs; the wandering hand found its’ way directly underneath Dominique’s undergarments. She braced herself against the wall, planting her feet, as her legs involuntarily spread; she could sense where this was ending. A gentle caress of her slit caused a sharp intake of breath, but she prepared herself for the continuation of such teasing touches. What she had not counted on was the harsh penetration that occurred next; a gasp of shocking pain hung in the air. As his hand continued to penetrate further though, pain melted into a hungry, if not harsh, pleasure. Theo was moving in and out of her much quicker than he had ever before; he was learning quickly apparently.
Dominique felt new pressure against her inner walls; his fingers pressing hard against her most sensitive area. To avoid a scream, she bit so hard on her lip that she felt the familiar taste of blood soak into her mouth, mixing with saliva. She looked into the depths of Theo’s eyes and could see the pure enjoyment he was feeling in the moment. Smugness radiated from him. Her eyes squeezed shut; a mantra of not giving in repeated in her mind.
“You’ll have to do better than that….” She whimpered hastily.
Theo continued onward, watching as she became more and more frantic. As she looked back, he couldn’t help but wonder what she thought of all this; of him, dressed up, chasing her just as she did him so long ago. Heck, even he was a little confused be it; never had he thought he would be the one to conduct such acts, yet here he was doing exactly that. It baffled him, but at the same time it excited him, and he knew that if he at least tried, it would answer any and all questions that both he and Dominique would have.
Soon, he found that both had come to a halt, and he raised his eyebrows once more as he listened to her accusations, to which he wasn’t sure what to do. Now was when the nerves really kicked in for him, and part of him wondered if he should continue on with his little experiment, or if he should simply leave it be, though given his previous thoughts, and reminding himself that he was, indeed, in character, as well as the sole fact that he wouldn’t ever do anything to physically harm the girl that stood before him, knowing that she wouldn’t like it, he decided to continue.
Doubt was replaced with a small smirk as he slowly removed the sunglasses from his face, returning them to their designated pocket before he began walking over to her slowly. He kept his eyes on her the whole time, edging closer and closer to her with each passing moment until he was finally standing in front of her. A soft smile now appeared on his face as he gently reached his hands out, first to caress her side, leading upward to her face, where he allowed his hand to rest against her cheek as he looked at her lovingly, only to be replaced a moment later as his other hand suddenly came up and tangled within her hair, before he gave it a sturdy yank, causing her head to cascade backward, leaving her in his hold.
“You think I’m lying, hmm?” He whispered to her, allowing his lips to lightly dust against the skin on her neck as he spoke. “My my, Miss Weasley, calling my bluff will certainly do you no favours…” His smirk was heightened as he kept the firm grip on her hair, all the while letting his free hand travel down to his police belt, which contained a single pair of strong, sturdy handcuffs. He unhooked them from his belt with ease, before he turned her around fully and pushed her right into the wall, slightly rough, but not near enough to hurt her. The grip on her hair had come loose, allowing him a single moment to grab each of her wrists and bind them together with the handcuffs, behind her back. He chuckled softly as he leaned right into her, keeping her pinned to the wall, and teasing her all the same.
“If I were you, love, I’d go no further…” A low whisper escaped him as his hands trailed her body in a searching motion, although he was searching for nothing at all; he was simply teasing her even more so. He leaned forward, resting his lips right by the base of her ear before he whispered for only her to hear. “But if you want to see how bad this can get… call my bluff, one more time…” It had a slightly sinister tone to it in order to keep with the role, though as his lips finally connected to the base of her ear, his whisper became far more breathy and seductive.
“You know you want to…”
There was a endless moment that hung between them, as they stared each other down; it was a moment of pent up energy, tension, and nerves. Dominique was unsure of what Theo would do; would he continue on with their game, would he be willingly pushed by her? Or would he fold, leaving her needs unfulfilled and her desires burning? The question remained, but Dominique had a yearning for one particular answer, and that answer alone. She could not explain why she wanted this; to be handled roughly, to be dominated, to be teased, to be controlled, to be caused pain in the most pleasurable sense. In comparison to her exterior such wants appeared strange, but if one only knew her deep down, in the recesses of who she was, one would understand; just as only a single person did- Theo.
A sense of relief rushed over her as she saw Theo continuing on with their game; though she would always be satisfied with him, a sense of disappointment would have prevailed if he had stopped. She stared back at him, keeping her ground, standing strong; she appeared the picture of insolence. Which was she wanted to achieve most of all. At first the loving touch his hand provided confused her, and she looked down to watch it trailing over her body. That was a mistake, for her head lurched back instantly, and a searing pain throbbed at the roots of her hair. She let out a gasp of shock, followed by a yelp of pain. Her eyes went wide at Theo, as her teeth pressed sharply into her bottom lip.
Dominique felt herself shoved to the side, and directly face first into the wall. She brought her hands out to steady herself, but Theo’s apparent expertise grabbed them, bringing them behind her back; she was losing control, move by move. The snap of handcuffs, and a feeling of metal against her wrists brought a shiver through Dominique’s spine. She struggled against the restraints in vain, pulling against the chain that bound her, tugging on her wrists. No where to hide, no where to run; she was cornered.
A moan she had wished to contain escaped her lips as Theo’s hands ran down her body; patting her down. Dominique refused to give in so easily. She heard his dare in her lips, practically urging her to say the exact wrong thing. Dominique ran through her mind what would bring out a distinct reaction from Theo; she needed to choose her words very carefully.
“You’re all bark and no bite. Too gentle to do any damage. You can’t even make me scream…not that you’d try.”
He smirked at each of her reactions, feeling glad that he at least got the response he wanted from her, although part of him was quite nervous about the ordeal; he’d never, ever done anything like this before, but given his advice many moons ago from Vicki, as well as when…
He raised an eyebrow, watching and waiting for her next reaction, and it was most worth the wait; it was exactly what he was expecting from her, and it only caused an extra burst of excitement to pulse through his being. The idea of a chase was looking more and more appetising with each moment that passed, and now that it was ready to begin, Theo felt that he was more than prepared; experience or not.
He gave her but a few moments, before he too took off, pursuing her in her very tracks. He was surprised at the speed she was going, though it only made him smirk even more so; the idea of a chase became more and more appealing with each passing moment, and soon he had caught up to the blonde-haired beauty, keeping a short distance between them both in order to prolong their game. Each corner she turned, Theo was quick to follow. Each time she sped up, Theo would too, and as they continued down the corridor, he began his teasing words.
“Come now, Miss Weasley, let’s not make this difficult…” Again, he said each word slowly, making sure to fully prounounce each and every word as he continued. “You know what will happen if you do.”
Her lungs were sore from exertion, her legs doubly so. But the adrenaline pumping through her body did not subside with each passing second; it only seemed to increase, pumping through her heart, carrying her through her motions when sheer strength would not suffice. She could hear Theo trailing behind her, getting closer and closer; the amount of space between the two shrunk, and Dominique took a quick look back, whipping around quickly. She could hear his teasing words in her ears; threatening, yet playful. The thought of the inevitable…it almost stopped Dominique in her tracks.
She rounded a corner sharply, nearly missing the wall; her actions were becoming hectic, and her balance faltering. She knew she was going to lose, but the absolute definite conclusion she had come to was that she very much wanted to; losing in a dark, twisted game was on par with winning. The thought frightened her; how far was she willing to allow herself to drift in a moment. But the thought of Theo behind her- Theo, her Theo- left her without a strand of doubt. She trusted him with everything. She belonged to him; she was his.
In that moment Dominique wished to push him; to see how far he was willing to go. She skidded to a halt, rounding on him, breathing heavily. “Oh really?” She asked with a smirk. “I’m beginning to believe you’re all talk, sir.” She walked towards him confidently, tilting her head to the side. “I’m sure you wouldn’t even lay a finger on me. Couldn’t if you tried.” Dominique gave a small laugh, before turning her back on him, beginning to walk away slowly.
He smirked at each of her reactions, feeling glad that he at least got the response he wanted from her, although part of him was quite nervous about the ordeal; he’d never, ever done anything like this before, but given his advice many moons ago from Vicki, as well as when she had done it to him himself, he knew that it was ultimately something she liked, and even if he was no good, he would give it a good go.
With his police uniform slightly tightened to heighten his chiselled features, as well as pressed to perfection in every way, shape and form, he began taking slow strides towards his intended target, all the while reaching towards his chest pocket, where a pair of dark sunglasses lay. He swiped them from their resting place before he placed them onto his face, hiding his stare completely from her as he quirked an eyebrow.
“Well, little lady… if you want to make this difficult then by all means…” He said each word as slowly and sultry as he could possibly muster, and he could only hope that he was doing it right along the way. He felt rather giddy, in all honesty; having control seemed to be a rare thing, but he loved it either way, and he could only hope she did too. He stepped a little closer, edging her on as he spoke his final word.
“Run.”
Her heart was palpitating at rapid speeds; her chest heaving up and down methodically. A fierce excitement was building in her, deep in the recesses of Dominique’s darkest desires. Dominique looked back at the fully dressed up Theo walking towards her, as if prowling for prey; fully prepared for an intensive foreplay session neither of them would forget soon. She edged away from him slowly, every step he took, bringing her another inch back. Her eyes raked his body, and the tiniest of smiles crept at the corners of Dominique’s mouth.
Words could not describe what his voice did to her. Her very knees quivered at the sound of lust dripped words. She licked her lips without realizing; her entire form was running hot through cold. With a few more backing steps, Dominique felt a wall behind her, and she looked to either side of her quickly, before turning her attention back to Theo. A shiver of unknown fear took her over; the purest form of adrenaline pumping through her. His gaze was steely, yet impassioned in the same turn; the makings of true excitement.
All she needed was to hear that one word; there was only a slight second of pause, recognizing his intentions, before Dominique was off. She hadn’t known that she could truly run as quick as her legs were taking her currently. Her blonde locks flew about her crazily, as she sharply turned corners, and made her way down flights of stairs; nearly falling on more than one occasion.
