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His Mistress (Harry/Daphne)
🕑 Added 2022-08-19 15:29:32 +0000 UTCHere is the first story for the Patreon! Enjoy your early access to this one-shot!
A soft chime sounded in Harry Potter’s quarters. He glanced up from his parchment to see the small bell suspended at the end of a thick piece of rope that hung just beside his bed jingling around. Within seconds, the jingling became more incessant and the ringing of the bell grew to annoying levels. Harry wished he could cut down that stupid bell, but the last time he’d done it the bell had been replaced by five which were each ten times larger than the one he had cut down.
Pushing himself up to his feet in his cramped bedroom, Harry left his desk and walked around his bed. As soon as his hand grasped the rope and gave it a sharp tug, the ringing ceased and the bell fell still. It seemed like his Mistress was in an especially poor mood this morning.
Harry threw on his formal black outer robes and promptly opened the door out of his quarters and stepped out into the grand corridor of Greengrass Manor. As he was told by Lord Greengrass, he should consider himself lucky that he was allowed to live on the main floor of the manor. Most of the other servants to the Greengrass family lived in the lower levels. It was only due to Harry’s status as the personal butler to the heir of the Greengrass family, Daphne Greengrass, that he was allowed such a privilege.
As Harry swiftly strode through the ornate manor halls, he was stopped just outside of the Entrance Hall by a familiar face. “Harry!” Astoria Greengrass, the younger daughter of the Greengrass family, exclaimed happily. She leapt forward, throwing her arms around him. “I missed you!”
Harry chuckled and grabbed the younger girl before she could fall over. Even though she was sixteen, she still acted like a child sometimes. “You were only gone for a week. Weren’t you happy to see you friends over the summer break?”
“I was,” Astoria nodded against his shoulder. “But Romilda’s servants can’t cook as well as you can.” She let go of Harry and dropped to her feet. “I want some apple streusel coffee cake please!”
There was no stopping Astoria when she wanted something—she would pester Harry all day until he made it for her. “Mistress Daphne called for me,” Harry said regretfully. Astoria pouted and crossed her arms and was ready to say her piece when Harry stopped her. “But I promise to have some ready for lunch, okay?”
That brought a smile to her face. “You’re the best, Harry!” Astoria hugged Harry tightly and then ran off down the corridor.
Harry couldn’t help but smile at her retreating back. Astoria had always been like a younger sister to him, and he knew that she saw him more like an older brother than a servant of the Greengrass family. Harry let out a long sigh, he had to go see what his Mistress wanted with him.
It was all thanks to a stupid ritual decades ago that Harry was in this position. Some dark lord in America thought that it would be a great idea to link all of the house-elves in the world together and to sacrifice them in a mass ritual to fuel her bid for immortality. Though her attempt at immortality failed, the ritual succeeding in killing every single house-elf. As such, serving pureblood families became a common profession for witches and wizards.
When Harry’s parents were killed in the war with Voldemort seventeen years ago, he was left an orphan like so many others. The Ministry of Magic was in shambles back then and had no infrastructure in place to handle the hundreds of magical orphans they had. One Lord Macmillan suggested that these orphans could be hosted by pureblood families and, in return, they could work as servants for the family.
It was a controversial suggestion, but nevertheless it became law through a slim majority vote. As a baby, Harry found himself shipped off to Greengrass Manor to be raised there.
Truthfully, Harry had a fairly good childhood. He didn’t have to do much more than some simple chores until he went to Hogwarts, and then he only had to work during the summers and holidays. He liked Lady Greengrass a lot, though her husband Lord Greengrass could be a pain at times, and Astoria was like the little sister he never had.
Then, there was Daphne.
As Harry made his way upstairs, he wondered what she could want with him so early. Ever since they started going to Hogwarts together, she had become more and more independent. Even though he was assigned as her personal butler, she rarely called on him. It was unusual to say the least.
Though they were cordial at school, their separate houses made it difficult to socialize at all. Astoria was more likely to hang out with Harry than Daphne was. Over the years, Daphne seemed to drift away from him. It hurt Harry. They had been such great friends as children.
Now, it was just a couple of weeks away until they would start their final year at Hogwarts. According to the law passed by the Ministry, he would be released from his servant contract on his first day at Hogwarts. The second the school year was over, he would be free to go wherever he would like. It was common for the orphaned servants to sign a new contract with their host family after they graduated, but Lord Greengrass hadn’t spoken to him about such a thing yet.
Harry stopped in front of the oak door to Daphne’s bedroom. He had only been in here one other time this summer briefly to bring her school trunk in when they returned from Hogwarts. Harry knocked on the door to announce himself before opening it up and stepping inside.
Daphne was nowhere to be found. It wouldn’t have been difficult to spot her in her bedroom. It was a wide and spacious room with gorgeous furnishings and plenty of light shining in from the giant windows in the far wall. Besides her bed, desk, and a few chairs beside the fireplace, there wasn’t anywhere for her to hide.
“Mistress?” Harry called out.
“In here,” Daphne answered, her voice coming from the attached bathroom.
Harry dutifully walked to the open bathroom door. He found Daphne inside dressed in little more than a fluffy blue bathrobe, standing in front a tall mirror. “Yes?” Harry said as he stopped just at the edge of the doorway, keeping his gaze low like he had been taught.
Daphne didn’t turn to face him. She just kept staring at her reflection in the mirror. “Draw me a bath, would you?”
“Of course,” Harry said, quickly stepping into action. Daphne had a large bathtub right in the middle of the room with half a dozen taps on one side of it. Harry rolled up his sleeves and crouched down beside the tub and started running the hot water. It started up instantly. Harry plugged the drain and allowed the tub to fill with water.
It had been a long time since he had last drawn a bath for Daphne, but Harry still remembered just what she liked. He turned on the furthest right tap to allow a thick lavender-coloured liquid to spill into the water. It dissolved instantly in the water, leaving it perfectly clear. Harry left it on for exactly six seconds before he shut it off. Next was the tap which spewed out thick pink bubbled that floated along the surface of the water. Daphne only liked a thin layer of them so Harry turned off the tap before too many could accumulate.
Once the water reached the appropriate level, Harry shut it off. “It’s ready for you, Mistress,” Harry said to Daphne’s back, but the woman didn’t react. Harry stared curiously at her. What was she doing? He wondered.
“Mistress?” Harry called out again.
“You turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago, right?” Daphne’s soft voice rang out.
Harry frowned. What did this have to do with her bath? “I did,” he answered cautiously.
Daphne hummed in reply but made no further responses. Harry pushed himself up to his feet. “Are you alright, Mistress?” He asked, slowly approaching her from behind.
When Harry was close enough to look over Daphne’s shoulder and see her reflection in the mirror, he saw that her eyes were slightly red and puffy as though she had been crying. Merlin, when was the last time that he had seen Daphne Greengrass cry? The last time he remembered was when Astoria dropped her eighth birthday cake on Daphne’s brand new robes her aunt had brought back from Spain. Daphne liked to keep her emotions closed off from most people, and that was doubly true when Harry was around.
Daphne’s deep blue eyes met his in the mirror for a just a moment before she turned on her heel and walked over to the bathtub. Normally, this would be Harry’s cue to leave, but he froze in place when Daphne spoke again. “Come help me in,” she commanded softly.
Harry tried to meet her eye but Daphne steadfastly refused to look at him. She kept staring straight ahead at the side of the tub, just waiting. This whole situation was too weird for Harry to even begin to puzzle together.
Clearing his throat, Harry tried for one more out. “Are you sure that’s-”
“Yes, now come here,” Daphne cut him off.
Harry wasn’t oblivious to Daphne’s beauty. He had heard more than a handful of boys in the Gryffindor common room talk about how attractive she was—it had even landed him in a few fights when their words became too crude. Growing up with her, Harry had seen Daphne blossom into a beautiful woman. Now that they were both adults, if only just, he knew just how much trouble he could get in if Lord Greengrass found out about this situation.
Yet, Harry was compelled to follow her commands. He wouldn’t lie and say that he hadn’t imagined a situation like this in his wildest dreams.
Harry stepped behind Daphne and waited. This was turning into something dangerous, and he didn’t want to misinterpreter a thing. No, he would follow her orders as he had always done.
“Untie my bathrobe,” Daphne told Harry, lifting her arms so that he could reach around her waist.
As Harry’s hands brushed across her waist, Daphne sucked in a deep breath. She still wasn’t looking at him, but Harry could see a nervous sort of tension on her face. Swallowing his Gryffindor courage, Harry’s hands felt their way over Daphne’s belly until he was able to grab hold of the sash that held her bathrobe in place. It was tied in a delicate knot that was easy to unravel.
The sash fell to the tile floor as Harry released it. Daphne’s bathrobe parted ever so slightly down the middle, but it remained on her slim frame. “Now the robe,” Daphne murmured.
Harry bit his cheek. Was she really getting him to do this for her? “What about the robe?” Harry asked, simultaneously hoping that she would ask him to leave or to finish removing the robe off of her body.
“Take it off of me,” Daphne answered.
Harry’s hands almost moved of their own accord. He wanted to tear that bathrobe off of Daphne’s body and witness her in all of her glory, but things couldn’t be that simple. He was her servant, if only for a couple more weeks. He had grown up with her. They had been friends once. Now they were more like acquaintances, but surely their friendship still counted for something. Daphne couldn’t be ignorant about the weight and implications behind her commands, she wasn’t the type of woman to do anything unless she was sure of it.
Slowly, Harry grabbed the neckline of Daphne’s bathrobe just above her shoulders. She stretched her arms out behind her so that he could slip it off of her.
Harry marveled at each inch of flawless skin that he revealed as he gently slid Daphne’s bathrobe off. Her soft, creamy white skin was perfect. As the robe slipped off of her shoulders and fell down her arms, Harry’s eyes were glued to the sides of her breasts which just barely peeked out on either side of her torso.
When the bathrobe hit the floor, Harry instinctively crouched down to pick it back up. It was only when he made to stand back up that he realized just what a lovely sight was in front of him.
Daphne’s supple behind sat right in front of Harry’s face. It was perfectly shaped, and Harry wanted nothing more than to grope it. Daphne’s cheeks flexed then and Harry realized that he had been staring at it for far longer than was strictly appropriate. He quickly stood back up to his full height and folded Daphne’s bathrobe in his arms.
Daphne held out her hand, palm down, near her waist. Harry caught on and placed his hand below hers, giving her something to balance on as she raised one leg and tentatively stepped into the tub.
There was no escaping what happened next—Daphne had to turn around to face Harry in order to sit down in the hot bath. Harry sucked in a breath as she turned. Daphne’s breasts jiggled wonderfully, and the rosy-pink nipples that rested on their peaks looked simply divine. Her flat stomach led down to her lower lips which had a thin strip of trimmed blond hair right above them. As Daphne started to sit down into the water, Harry managed to glimpse just a hint of pink in between those lips.
Harry didn’t realize it at first—having been so captivated by Daphne’s beauty—but she had been watching his reaction carefully. Her eyes, while not always focused right on him, always kept him in view. Still, she didn’t give away any hint of her emotions on her face. She stayed neutral as always.
Daphne got settled and laid back in the tub, the water cresting just a few inches above her nipples, and sighed. “You can sit down, Harry,” she told him after a moment’s silence.
There was a wooden stool nearby that Harry remembered sitting on when he and Daphne used to share baths when they were very young. He carried it over to the side of the tub and sat there, waiting.
“You know, I always wished that I had talked to you more at Hogwarts,” Daphne said quietly, finally looking over at Harry.
The burning question about why she didn’t was on Harry’s tongue, but he had to remember his place. They weren’t at Hogwarts where he was free to speak his mind. He was the servant and she was the mistress, there were protocols that needed to be followed.
Daphne realized this a moment later to and sighed. “You can respond to me, Harry.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Harry replied automatically. “Why didn’t you speak to me then?”
A mild frown came across Daphne’s brow. “I don’t know exactly. Don’t remember,” she corrected herself. “I guess I felt alone. I had always hoped that you would end up in Slytherin with me.”
You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that. The familiar words of the Sorting Hat echoed through Harry’s mind. How many nights had he spent lying awake wondering where he would be if he had taken up the Hat on its suggestion instead of being determined to end up in his parent’s house.
“And then the inter-house rivalries seemed so real,” Daphne said bitterly. “I was just a stupid kid, I didn’t realize what was truly important.”
“I could have tried to talk to you too,” Harry replied but Daphne shook her head.
“You did, once. Do you remember our second week there, right after Flitwick assigned us an essay on the importance of proper pronunciation? I was in the library with Tracey and then you showed up. You wanted to sit with us by I said no and then Tracey and I left right away. I was such a brat.”
“You were a young girl,” Harry reminded her.
“A young girl who should have known better,” Daphne snapped. She paused, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Harry. For that and for not making an effort to still be friends with you, like we used to be.”
She did remember! Harry felt a warm sensation rush through his chest. “Don’t worry about it,” he smiled at her. It didn’t matter anymore, not really. Just talking to her like this more than made up for it.
“No, that’s not good enough,” Daphne shook her head. Harry struggled to keep his eyes on her face rather than on her breasts that swished from side to side in the water. “I want you to accept my apology.”
“Of course, Mistress. Apology accepted,” Harry smiled.
Daphne rolled her eyes at him. “You can stop with all that mistress crap. You’re only my family’s servant for another couple weeks.”
“It wouldn’t be appropriate to call you anything else,” Harry replied. Slowly, a cheeky grin slid onto his face. “Mistress.”
Daphne huffed and crossed her arms above her chest. “You’re impossible.”
Harry laughed then, and Daphne did too. It wasn’t even all that funny, but just laughing with Daphne again made Harry feel so good that he kept it up for a few extra seconds. Then, they fell back into their comfortable silence.
Daphne soaked in the warm tub, gently pushing the pink bubbles on the surface of the water around with her toes. Harry wanted to ask her so badly what this was all about. He could see on her face that she had more to say, but for some reason she wasn’t saying it.
“Come here,” Daphne said suddenly.
Where? He was already right beside her. Daphne stared at Harry expectantly so he scooted the stool closer towards her head and rested his arms against the edge of the tub.
“Closer,” Daphne said. Harry leaned forward now, his face only a few inches away from Daphne’s.
The kiss took Harry by surprise. Daphne moved so smoothly that he didn’t even hear any water slosh around as she interlocked his lips with her own. She kissed exactly how he always imagined she would kiss: decisively passionate with a gradual increase of pressure with each passing second, yet somehow still remaining utterly soft and tender. In that kiss, Harry realized it wasn’t a spur of the moment thing for Daphne. It was calculated, but not cold, for it had all of her love and warm feelings behind it.
Harry’s lips remained slightly puckered even as Daphne pulled away from him. She had a gentle smile on her face, just the slightest curve upwards of the corner of her lips that told Harry that she was immensely pleased with herself—and him. He wanted to dive right back onto those lips.
“I-” What was Harry supposed to say to that perfect kiss? “Wow,” he said dumbly.
Daphne giggled. She actually giggled. How long had it been since he had heard her make that sound because of him? “I’m glad I could make quite the impression.”
“Why?” The word was out of Harry’s mouth before he could stop himself. It had been an incredible kiss, but it only confused things further. Daphne apologized to him for not being closer to him since they started Hogwarts, but he never once believed that she was ever interested in him. He was just her servant after all.
A dark shadow crossed Daphne’s face as she glanced down at the water. She seemed to struggle to say anything for several moments. Then, she finally came out and said it. “My father is trying arrange a marriage for me. It’s what he’s been doing all summer, visiting other pureblood families to find a match for me.”
In that instant, it was like all of the warm feelings that had blossomed in Harry’s chest suddenly exploded and the sharp, burning hot pain cut through him like a knife. “Oh.”
Daphne quickly looked up at Harry. “I don’t want to marry any of them,” she blurted out, looking panicked. “Because none of them are you.”
Harry felt his jaw drop. “Me? But . . .” he spluttered. His thoughts were a complete mess and none of them seemed capable of forming into words.
“Don’t you like me, Harry?” Daphne asked, cocking her head to the side. The nervousness was still there on her face, but she seemed more curious now as she stared at his face.
“I mean, of course I like you-” Harry was cut off as Daphne spoke again.
“I mean do you really like me,” Daphne amended. “Do you love me?”
Did he? Merlin, this was all happening so fast.
Daphne was a beautiful woman. Her long blond hair, slim figure, pretty face, and impressive assets made her incredibly gorgeous. But that wasn’t all there was to her. Daphne was brilliant, second to none when it came to her charms work. She was no slouch in any of her other classes either. She was incredibly perceptive and her ability to use that information proved just how clever she was.
Daphne was kind too. It was always apparent when they were children that she was looking out for him, always trying to make sure that he was happy. While he saw less of it at Hogwarts since they didn’t hang out, Harry still caught glimpses of it from time to time. Once, he had walked in on her healing a first year Ravenclaw’s leg after she scraped it. Another time he caught her fixing a young Slytherin’s uniform after some Gryffindor students had charmed it to tie him up like a straight-jacket.
Harry liked her. He really liked her, that was for sure. He couldn’t think of any women who could hold a candle to all that Daphne was. But did he love her?
“I don’t know,” Harry answered honestly. Daphne looked crestfallen at his response. “I think I do though,” Harry quickly added. “But this is all just a little sudden.”
“I understand,” Daphne nodded, perking up a bit.
“I do really like you a lot though, Daphne,” Harry told her. “When you kissed me, I . . .” he trailed off.
“Yes?” Daphne breathed out eagerly, her eyes begging him to continue.
“I was upset; that you stopped kissing me that is,” Harry admitted somewhat sheepishly.
All of Daphne’s perfect teeth were on display as she beamed at him. “You know, if you want to kiss me, you can.”
“I would like to very much,” Harry smiled back.
“Then go ahead,” Daphne straightened in the tub and leaned forward ever so slightly.
Harry was determined to put all of his feelings into that kiss. He hoped that it was enough to show her just how much she meant to him, and how much he loved kissing her. Daphne was kissing him back just as much, and Harry felt like she was trying to show him the same thing.
When they broke apart, Daphne’s blue eyes looked right into Harry’s emerald green ones. “I want us to get married. There’s no one else in my life who I could even consider to be my potential husband.”
There it was, the words that she had been wanting to say all day. Harry could see the relief that flooded through Daphne as she finally told him her intentions.
Despite the fact that Harry wasn’t sure if he loved Daphne, he also recognized the fact that he had never really imagined himself being with anyone else. He had been beside her his entire life and he didn’t want that to chance, especially not now that she was finally opening up to him. Still, there were some obvious hitches in the idea.
“But I’m just your servant,” Harry pointed out.
“You’re so much more than that to me,” Daphne stated emphatically.
“And what about your father?” Harry continued. “Won’t he have something to say about this, especially since he’s off looking for suitors for you right now?”
“Of course he will, but I don’t care,” Daphne replied quickly. “I don’t want anyone who he picks for me. And if he decides to make Astoria the heir to the Greengrass family over me, then so be it. You’re worth it.”
She was willing to give up so much just for him?
Harry’s heart was racing in his chest. He could feel it bounding off of his ribcage. His mouth was dry and his brain still felt scattered. Yet, despite all of that, he knew what his heart wanted.
“Okay,” Harry replied quietly, the weight of that single word bearing down on him. “I’ll marry you, but on one condition.”
Daphne’s growing smile wavered. “And that would be?”
Harry’s cheeks tinged a light shade of pink. “I want to kiss you some more.”
Daphne blinked at him. Then, she exploded with laughter. “Oh, Harry,” she laughed, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. “We can do so much more than just kissing.” She moved her hand away from her mouth and held it out for him. “Help me out of the tub, please.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
As Harry took Daphne’s delicate hand into his, he slowly stood up. Daphne leveraged herself against his hand, hoisting herself up and out of the water. Again, Harry had to force his eyes to remain on her face so that he wasn’t ogling her body.
“Get me my towel,” Daphne told Harry, slipping back in to their familiar mistress/servant relationship.
Harry grabbed the large fluffy towel that Daphne had set aside for herself earlier on the counter. He held it out to her when he returned, but Daphne only smiled at him.
“I’d like you to dry me off.”
Harry gulped at her words. She wanted him to touch her? It would be through the towel, but still . . .
Harry unfolded the towel and held it out with both of his hands. Daphne stepped out of the tub and onto the soft bathmat beside it. Daphne lifted her arms up and Harry pressed the towel to her midsection.
Harry’s hands started along Daphne’s sides as he started to dry her with trepidation. It was clear though that Daphne hadn’t intended on a modest drying. She started to press herself against his hands, making small adjustments in her stance to move his hands in the directions she wanted them to go.
Up Harry went, slowly moving his hands up along Daphne’s ribcage. The towel was stretched taunt between his hands. When he reached the base of her breasts, the towel pushed up against the two large orbs and lifted them. Daphne snorted with some amusement and pulled back just far enough so that Harry’s hands slipped up onto her breasts.
Daphne let out a soft moan as Harry fondled her breasts. They were the first ones he had every touched and they were far softer than he had imagined. Harry’s hands roamed every inch of them, cupping them, running along their sides, lifting them up to feel the weight of them in his hands. They were beautiful and perfectly perky.
As wonderful as Daphne’s breasts were, Harry wanted to explore more of her body. He moved to her arms next. They erupted in gooseflesh as Harry ran the fluffy towel down them. He took his time with her hands, gently holding them through the towel with his own.
When it came time to dry her legs, Harry swallowed nervously. He crouched down in front of Daphne and looked up at her face for permission to continue. The lustful look in her eyes sent shivers down his spine. “Go on,” she commanded, balancing on one foot and stretching out her other leg for him.
The smooth, soft skin of her slender legs was but a backdrop to the real focus as Harry dried her. His eyes were glued to her pussy. Those perfect pale lips were slightly spread apart, revealing the pink flesh within. She glistened there with wetness, but it wasn’t from the water in the tub. Harry quickly finished drying her other leg.
“You look a little wet there too,” Harry blushed, gesturing between her legs.
Daphne blushed too but she didn’t shy away. “Perhaps the towel isn’t the right tool for there.” She chewed on her lower lip. “Your tongue might suffice.”
Harry leapt forward instantly, burying his face into Daphne’s crotch. She let out a little yelp of surprise as Harry’s tongue ran along her slit. When he reached the top, his tongue gently flicked a tiny exposed nub of hard flesh and Daphne moaned. She seemed to melt into him them, dropping some of her weight down onto his face.
Daphne’s squirming on his face made it difficult for Harry to lick her clean. So, he reached behind her and grabbed her firm ass in his hands. Daphne gasped from the sudden contact but she quickly returned to her moans as Harry’s tongue probed her opening. “Yes, yes, right there,” Daphne whined.
Seeing Daphne’s face screw up in pleasure from his ministrations made Harry’s heart soar. She looked so adorable standing above him, unable to disguise how wonderful she felt.
“Stop,” Daphne ordered suddenly. Harry froze in place, leaving his tongue pressed up against Daphne’s opening. “I believe I am sufficiently dried off now.”
Harry frowned at her. “But I still have to get your back.”
“Are you questioning your Mistress?” Daphne said, looking down at him with a critical eye.
Harry’s body shivered. His cock had been steadily growing as he had dried Daphne’s body, but now it was leaping in his pants at her commanding tone. “No, Mistress,” Harry replied bowing his head.
“Good,” Daphne said. On unsteady feet, she stepped away from Harry. “Now, follow me.”
Daphne strode off purposefully towards her bedroom, still completely naked. Harry didn’t know what she had planned but he felt compelled to follow his Mistress. He quickly rushed to his feet and then followed closely behind Daphne, enjoying the beautiful sight of her ass bouncing with each step.
Warm light flooded into Daphne’s bedroom from the large windows across from the bathroom. Harry shot a quick glance over to the door leading out into the rest of the manor, double checking that it was still closed. Even if Daphne was willing to protect him, he still didn’t want to cause a confrontation with her family.
As Daphne reached the base of her bed, she spun on her heels to face Harry. “Strip,” she ordered him.
Harry glanced down at the formal robes he always had to wear as a Greengrass family servant. Were they really about to do this?
“Do I need to repeat myself?” Daphne asked Harry. “Hurry up.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Merlin, it might be wrong but it felt so right. Harry wasted no time in divesting himself of all of his clothes. Daphne watched him the entire time, her face perfectly neutral as more and more of his skin was revealed to her. When Harry pulled off his pants, he saw a predator-like gleam in Daphne’s eye as she took in his hard cock.
“Very nice,” Daphne told Harry as she took a step closer to him. Her perky breasts pressed up against his chest as one of her hands dipped low to grab his crotch.
Harry tried not to react to Daphne’s hand fondling his cock, but it was an impossible task. It was like she knew exactly where he was most sensitive. Daphne started to kiss his neck softly as she took her time exploring the shape of his cock.
Daphne slapped Harry’s hand away when he tried to touch her too. “Patience is a virtue,” she murmured into his ear. “Now, lie down on my bed.”
Unable to hide his eagerness, Harry quickly climbed onto his Mistress’ bed and lay down with his head back against her pillows. He could smell her shampoo: jasmine, honey, and sandalwood.
Leaving Harry alone for a moment, Daphne took her time walking over towards her desk. Harry’s eyes watched her hips sway back and forth deliciously. Daphne snatched something off of her desk but kept it hidden behind her back as she returned to Harry’s side.
Suddenly, Daphne whipped her wand out from behind her back and thick black strips of silk appeared around the four bedposts. The silk shot out and coiled around Harry’s four limbs, tightening around and pulling him into a star-shaped position.
“What?” Harry cried out in surprise.
“Shh, just relax,” Daphne said gently as she placed her wand down on her bedside table. She sultrily crawled onto her bed, climbing over Harry’s bound limbs, and lied down right in between his spread legs. “Look at how magnificent you are,” she moaned as she nuzzled her face against his erect cock.
Harry tugged at his restraints. He was able to move just a little bit so that he wasn’t uncomfortable, but they became taunt if he tried to move more than a few inches in any direction. “Mistress?” He gave her a questioning look.
“If we’re going to get married, surely we should see if we’re compatible first?” Daphne smiled up at him while his cock rested along her cheek.
Harry couldn’t help but shiver. His cock twitched eagerly against Daphne’s face, making her chuckle at him.
“See, someone’s eager to find out,” Daphne cooed. “Now, let your Mistress take care of you.”
Harry groaned as Daphne planted a kiss on the side of his cock. It was wet and noisy and he could feel Daphne’s tongue poking out against his shaft. Daphne’s eyes were fixated on his face, sparkling with glee as she took in his reaction. She continued kissing all along his shaft, taking her time to wet every single inch of skin.
The feeling of Daphne’s hot breath washing over Harry’s cock felt amazing. She seemed to delight in every single little sound he made. “I can’t wait to have this inside of me,” Daphne moaned.
Daphne brought her knees beneath her and pushed her ass up into the air as she placed her lips on the head of Harry’s cock. Harry could see the curves of Daphne’s firm ass sticking out above her head.
In one smooth motion, Daphne took half of Harry’s length into her mouth. Harry groaned at the feeling of her warm, wet mouth surrounding his shaft. His fingers dug into Daphne’s soft bedsheets as he fought not to buck his hips. For her part, Daphne did well to take so much of him in a single go, but she clearly started to struggle as she let out a little choking sound. She had to pull back, leaving just the head of Harry’s cock in her mouth as she caught her breath.
Daphne returned to her ministrations, albeit a bit more cautiously than before. Her lips sealed around Harry’s cock as she started to suck him. One of her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft and started to pump him while her other hand gently played with his balls.
Harry had never felt something so intensely pleasurable as what he was experiencing. Not only was the feeling of Daphne’s mouth around his cock incredible, but seeing his Mistress service him like this was something that Harry could have never believed would actually happen. Every time her stunning blue eyes looked up at his face, Harry felt another pulse of sheer pleasure course through him.
As Daphne got more practice handling Harry’s thick cock, she started to be able to take it further and further into her mouth. Soon enough, she was taking half of his length in easily but she kept pushing for more.
“Mistress,” Harry groaned as Daphne pushed down even further. Her lips met her fingers which were wrapped around the base of his shaft. With her tongue swirling around his cock, Daphne started to hum, sending jolts of pleasure through Harry. “I’m close,” he warned her.
That didn’t deter Daphne in the slightest. In fact, she seemed to pick up the pace. Her face looked ecstatic as she sucked his cock, eager to bring him to completion.
With a deep groan, Harry came inside of Daphne’s mouth. His entire body constricted and pulled sharply on the silk binds that kept him in place. Daphne’s lips remained tight around his shaft as she pumped him with her hand. Her tongue danced around the tip of his cock, catching Harry’s cum as it shot out.
Daphne’s eyes shimmered with delight as she looked up at his face which was contorted in pleasure. As the last drops of cum were eked out of his cock, Daphne swallowed it all and released Harry’s cock from her mouth with an audible popping sound. “You can consider that your Mistress’ proper apology for mistreating you for so long,” she smiled toothily up at him.
Harry was panting from the pleasure Daphne inflicted on him. “I could never be upset with you, Mistress,” he told her.
“I’m glad,” Daphne said, still playing around with Harry’s cock in her hand. She released the engorged member and sat up on the bed. “I hope you know what’s coming next.”
“I live to serve you, Mistress. So I hope it’s you that’s coming next.”
Daphne laughed at Harry’s wordplay. “Such a thoughtful servant,” she teased lightly.
Daphne slowly crawled overtop of Harry’s body, her hair falling down around her face like two blond curtains. Harry’s breath stilled as she reached in between their bodies and grasped his cock. She rubbed the head of it against her wet entrance.
“I hope you know Harry that I love you,” Daphne told him sincerely. “I have for years. I guess its part of the reason I kept you away. But now that doesn’t matter anymore, as long as I can have you in my life.”
“Mistress, I-”
Harry’s words were cut off as Daphne pressed her lips to his. Half a second later, Harry felt her hot, tight pussy slide over the head of his cock. Harry gasped into Daphne’s mouth as his cock was surrounded by her wet pussy, and she moaned back into his.
As Daphne’s weight settled atop his lap, Harry felt like he was in heaven. Her pussy was so hot and tight around his cock. She had taken him all the way inside of her, and now she was grinding against his lap, stirring his cock around inside of her as she got settled into place.
But he couldn’t let her take over complete. She was his mistress! He had to serve her!
Through the pleasure-filled haze that was engulfing his mind, Harry had enough forethought to reach out with one hand and press the pad of his thumb against Daphne’s clit. The engorged nub looked so eager, and the second that Harry pressed down on it, he felt Daphne’s inner walls clamp down around his cock.
“Harry,” Daphne moaned. Her entire body stilled for a moment, lost to the sudden jolt of pleasure, before she regained her wits. She ground herself against him again, pushing forward against his thumb. “Harry, ugh,” she groaned, relishing in the pleasure she was feeling.
“Yes, Mistress?” Harry asked, very pleased with the reaction he was getting out of her.
“I need you to stop doing that.”
“Oh,” Harry said dumbly as he pulled his thumb back. What had he been doing wrong? He thought that she had liked what he had been doing.
Daphne obviously noticed the dismayed expression on his face so she planted one hand on his chest and leaned down so that her face was just a few inches away from Harry’s. “It was amazing,” she reassured him, “but I need my brain to keep working if I’m going to ride you the way I want to.”
That was a relief. “Mistress-”
Harry got out even fewer words than last time as Daphne kissed Harry deeply. He barely had a chance to start kissing her back when he felt her move on top of him. Slowly, he felt her pussy gliding up his shaft. The sensation of the cool air against his exposed shaft was quite the interesting contrast, but he couldn’t help but wish that he was buried back inside of her pussy.
He got his wish a moment later as Daphne dropped her hips and took him back inside of her again. Harry’s tongue slipped into Daphne’s mouth as he let out a throaty moan at the sudden burst of pleasure, making Daphne giggle in response. She broke apart the kiss and looked down at him with lust-filled eyes. “You liked that, did you?”
“Very much, Mistress,” Harry breathed out.
Daphne’s lips twitched upwards. “Good. Enjoy yourself.”
And Harry did just that. Daphne moved like a goddess on top of him. Her wonderful hips moved perfectly, gyrating up and down in smooth motions. Harry watched as his cock was engulfed time after time in Daphne’s perfect pussy. The feeling of her around his was so overwhelmingly pleasurable, he was struggling to not cum immediately.
“Oh, fuck,” Daphne moaned as she dropped down onto his cock again. Harry felt a burst of pride as he knew that he was helping to make her feel that good. Daphne arched her back, pushing out her impressive breasts. Harry couldn’t help himself. He reached out and grabbed on in his hand, trapping her nipple in between his thumb and index finger. Daphne let out a squeal of delight as he touched her and pushed her breast closer against his hand.
“You look incredible,” Harry told Daphne breathlessly.
Daphne chuckled in between her panting and moaning, never once stopping riding him. “You’re just saying that because I’m on top of your cock right now.”
Harry shook his head vehemently. Well, he was sure that that didn’t hurt matters, but that wasn’t why he thought she looked incredible. “No, you’re just so stunningly beautiful. The way you move, that light sheen of sweat on your brow, the way your beautiful hair is hanging over your shoulders, all of it makes you so amazing.”
Daphne ate up Harry’s words, punctuating each new statement by dropping all the way down his cock. Her walls kept fluttering around him, making it harder and harder for Harry to keep getting his words out. At his final words, Daphne dropped down hard and Harry saw stars.
“Fuck,” he groaned out. “I’m about to-”
“Hang on! Almost . . .” Daphne said, closing her eyes tight and focusing on her pleasure.
“Yes, Mistress,” Harry said, immediately flexing his thighs and trying to hold on for as long as possible. But it was getting harder and harder to do so with Daphne on top of him. But he had an idea.
Reaching out again, Harry pressed his thumb against Daphne’s clit once more. He could see her reaction immediately as her body almost locked up on top of him. Another gentle push and he knew that he was sending her over the edge.
“Oh, yes, Harry!” Daphne cried as her orgasm hit. Her nails dug in to Harry’s shoulders as she slammed her hips down onto his. Her back arched, pushing her perky breasts towards his face.
The sudden extreme tightness set Harry off too. “Fuck!” He groaned as he started to cum inside of her. The pulsing tightness of Daphne’s pussy made his cum shoot out deep inside of her.
Together, Harry and Daphne both lost themselves to their pleasure. Their heavy panting disguised the sound of the door opening, and their intense focus on one another and their pleasure prevented them from noticing the figure who stepped just inside of the doorway.
Daphne was the first to recover from her orgasm. She gave a satisfied groan as she ground her hips against Harry’s. “That was amazing,” she smiled down at Harry.
Harry chuckled and looked up at her. “I’m glad I could be of service, Mistress. For this time, and all of future encounters.”
There was a shriek of delight from the doorway. Daphne head swiveled around, twisting her neck uncomfortably, while Harry peered around her chest. Astoria was standing in the doorway with one hand covering her eyes, though Harry could see her peeking through. “You’re going to be a part of the family for real, Harry!” Astoria cheered.
“Astoria!” Daphne barked sharply. “What are you doing in here?”
“Well, I was waiting for my apple streusel coffee cake that Harry promised me,” Astoria whinged, “so I decided to come look for him.”
Daphne glared down at Harry who offered her a weak smile. “I did promise her it’d be ready for lunch.”
Daphne’s eyes widened slightly. “I’m supposed to be having lunch my father and a potential suitor today.”
“I’ll tell dad he can stop looking now. We’ve got my future brother-in-law right here!” Astoria proclaimed happily.
“You aren’t going to tell him a thing!” Daphne shouted.
“I’m not going to be your future husband?” Harry teased her.
Daphne’s eyes widened, flickering back in between Harry and Astoria before a scowl erupted on her face. “You two are the worst,” she declared.
“And you’ll have the rest of your life to learn to love it,” Harry joked, planting a final kiss on Daphne’s lips.
Comments
Arctis_Shox
Go to the messages tab on patreon (left side of screen on desktop) and send me a message through there.
Sonny Edgerton
And how do you submit a request by pm?
Sonny Edgerton
Gtk thanks for the quick responses
Arctis_Shox
This one will likely remain as a one-shot unless a $5+ patron requests it for the monthly prompt.
Sonny Edgerton
This is great story so far i know its meant to be a oneshot but i feel like you left it open as an option to continue would definitely be interested in see that
