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Blood & Roses
"It is only by way of pain one arrives at pleasure" -- Marquis De Sade
Pansy had restrained a kneeling, nude Theo between two posts. His arms stretched out towards the posts as the ropes lashing his wrists held him in place. His eyes were closed in pleasure. Pansy put the heel of her thigh high stiletto dragonhide boots just above his nipple and nicked his skin with the sharpened point of her boot.
He shivered in pleasure, his eyes closed.
"My queen," he gasped.
"Yes, pet?" Pansy purred, as she removed her boot from his skin, running her crop over his chest, teasing him with soft touches. She leaned down and drew blood with her sharpened nails. The red lines criss-crossed the web of old scars and burns on his chest. He glamoured them away most of the time, but Pansy did not allow him to illusion himself during play sessions. She wanted to be able to see everything clearly especially when their play so often got heavy.
"Please hurt me," he cried breathlessly, "I have been so very, very bad."
"How bad have you been my darling?" Pansy asked, flicking the tip of her standard crop against his pectoral, welting the olive skin there.
"I deserve to be punished," Theo sobbed, his body taut with excitement. Pansy stroked his face, drawing blood on his cheek a little closer to his eye than she meant to.
"Alright there, pet?" She asked, concerned, pulling her wand from its holster under her arm. "Episkey."
"Thank you," Theo said, looking up at her through his curls,"for checking in. I am fine, not even close to safe wording, but I am ready to bleed if you are ready to make me?"
"Don't top from the bottom, Theo," Pansy said affectionately, patting his cheek as she turned away to trade out tools.
Sorting through her toys, she pulled out a heart shaped paddle covered in sharp needles. Theo said he was ready to bleed, was he?
Pansy strode over to Theo where he knelt, arms outstretched and nude, completely at her mercy.
Mentally she reviewed her steps. She scourgified Theo's chest, his shoulders, and the floor, and then Theo one last time. Despite having magic on hand, Pansy wanted to prevent having to go to Madam Pomfrey due to any issues. It was her job as the domme to make sure that everything went well. She would never allow any unintended damage being done to her submissive.
She whispered into Theo’s ear, as she looked over her spell casting one last time "Are you ready for pain, pet?"
"Please, please my queen," Theo whimpered, "make me bleed."
Pansy held the heart-shaped needle paddle in her hands, looking over Theo’s skin. She carefully aimed her impacts between his clavicle and his nipple, making sure to avoid serious veins and nerves. Each time she paddled his skin, a bloody heart was left behind. At each impact Theo let out sounds of pleasure, his back arching.
Pansy tried to ignore how his cock hardened and twitched under her torture, but it was much more difficult to ignore his shivers of pleasure as the hearts of blood ran down his chest in rivulets. Sometimes she wished that men did it for her sexually, Theo was so perfect in these moments. His subjugation was so complete. It was made even more special by the fact that she knew that when he played with others that he was in control. He let no one else have him like this, trusted no one else enough, only her.
Once she had left a half dozen bloody heart prints on his chest and upper back, she ran her hand and eyes over his body. Her hands traced fingerprints across his bloody flesh. She ran the tips of her fingers down his torso making it look like there were heart-shaped balloons on strings made of blood.
Pansy gripped Theo by his cheeks and forced his face up to look at her, "You look so pretty right now darling. I wish I had a camera so you could see later how lovely you bled for me. Such a good boy, my pet." She released his face and had left bloody welts with her sharpened nails. She ran her fingers through his wild brown curls, lovingly, careful not to cut his scalp with her vicious nail tips.
"Such a good boy," she whispered again and watched as his breathing caught, his body tensed and she had her suspicions. When he opened his eyes and looked up at her adoringly, she knew for sure. His pupils were blown wide, desire swallowed his sapphire blue irises leaving only the tiniest ring of the deep blue.
Pansy released his face and slapped him hard, "Watch how you look at me, pet." Theo trembled with arousal, and Pansy turned around to get a new toy from her bag. Her toys were like her treasures.
She pulled out the Italian leather crop with a slapper that was shaped like a rose bud. The welts on Theo's chest would be rose shaped, a perfect combination with the bloody hearts. Pansy barely restrained herself from laughing maniacally at how pretty the designs would be on Theo’s perfect body.
With a wicked grin, she turned around and watched Theo, his eyes downcast, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. The blood from the hearts on his chest was dripping down his pecs, running over his abs and down to his cock and thighs. He did make such a pretty picture, Pansy thought, not for the first time.
There was more than enough blood to play with, so Pansy pulled her wand and muttered a quick “Episkey.” It usually missed a puncture here or there, but she would handle the rest during aftercare. Pansy desperately wished that there was a book on charms for kink, it was hardly something she could ask Madam Pince about. The Malfoy or Nott Manor libraries seemed likely places to look, but with what was currently going on, she had no desire to go peruse their collections. If only she was a little more friendly with Narcissa Malfoy, Pansy thought and returned her mind to the present.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The rosebud crop left beautiful red welts on the skin of Theo’s chest. Blood splattered, leaving wild designs across Pansy’s white thighs. The blood was nearly invisible on the black dragon-hide of her boots and clothes, a dull sheen the only hint. The copper scent of Theo’s blood filled her nostrils, and Pansy knew that she too was a little aroused by what they were doing here. If Theo were her romantic partner instead of just her play partner she would lick him from neck to navel right now.
That thought shook her. Pansy thought of herself as fully lesbian, but there was something about Theodore Nott that was special, different than any other bloke she knew.
Smack!
Smack!
The hearts were obliterated now under the force of Pansy’s crop, Theo’s head was thrown back and he was doing breathing exercises. He inhaled for four breaths, held for a count of seven, and exhaled for eight.
“Good boy, pet.” Smack! “You are doing so well. Look at you taking all this,” Pansy crooned into his ear as she walked behind him.
Smack!
Smack!
Pansy looked in satisfaction at the two perfect roses on the olive skin of Theo’s ass.
The door opened and Pansy turned, shocked that someone had managed to get through the wards of her dorm room.
Shite! Daphne's back, Pansy thought. I didn't locked her out of the wards. This was not going to be good.
Daphne's eyes were wide, her nostrils flared, her eyebrows furrowed and her hands were on her hips. She walked into the room, but didn’t come close to either Pansy nor Theo.
"What the fuck is this Pansy?!"
As Pansy stood there in thigh high stiletto boots, black leather hot pants and a leather lace up top, with her lips charmed black and charmed nails as sharp as she could, she realized that her girlfriend of one year had never seen her in her full domme attire.
Pansy had a bloody crop in her hand and Theo was on his knees naked and covered in his own blood. She had his blood splattered across her legs and boots.
Pansy did a quick accounting and realized this looked bad to her very vanilla girlfriend, very bad indeed. Daphne had given permission for Pansy to play with Theo as she was uninterested in these sorts of games. However, now that reality was staring her in the face, it was clear Daphne had discovered that she was not okay with any of it. Pansy had no idea what to say to her girlfriend, so she just stood there, at a loss for words, the crop still in her hand, Theo’s blood still everywhere.
"You told me this was not about sex!" Daphne screamed at Pansy, clearly not finished with the conversation.
"It's not," Pansy responded very calmly, since her sub could not see her lose control. Daphne was irate and just getting louder, but Pansy kept her voice soft and neutral. She already saw where this was going and nothing she did or said was going to impact Daphne’s choices.
"Then why," Daphne waved her hands at him, without looking in his direction, “is Theo naked? Hmm? Explain that to me please, Pansy!”
"Because getting blood out of silk boxers is impossible?" Theo rejoined, equally calmly, as he looked up at Daphne through the sun-kissed brown curls that had fallen into his eyes. "Hi Daph, you're back from Hogsmeade early."
"Shut UP Theodore," Pansy glared at him.
"Yes my Queen," Theo said, immediately falling back into subspace and hanging his head subserviently. Pansy internally preened at how well she had him trained and simultaneously wanted to curse when she saw Daphne's eyes widen in alarm.
"What the bloody hell have you done to him that he likes this, Pansy!? This is messed up. I mean look at him," Daphne cried, "You have him fucking covered in blood! You're covered in his blood! You’ve been torturing him for fucking fun and you made it sound like it was just a boring little hobby I wouldn’t be interested in! I know I said I was okay with this, but this is sick. You're positively mad."
Daphne's face was twisted in disgust as she looked at the blood splattered on Pansy's milky thighs. "I can't believe I ever thought this could work. You are bloody mental! I am going to marry the boy my parents have picked out and this is over. You and I, Pansy, we are done! That I ever let you touch me is making me physically ill! You are a freak!"
Pansy stood there utterly still, keeping her breathing calm as the girl she thought she was going to spend her forever with, slammed the door and walked out of her life.
She sighed and sat her tools down, charmed her fingernails blunted and shorter, and took the cleaning cloth from its place in the bowl of warm water next to her toy bag. She kneeled down next to Theo and began wiping the blood from his face, neck and torso until the cloth was soaked red. She rubbed his cheeks, whispering to him, "you were such a good boy, you made me so proud."
Theo looked up at her, his sapphire eyes filled with tears and his lower lip trembled. "Shouldn't you go after her?"
"No pet," Pansy crooned soothingly, "It's my duty and pleasure to be here, taking care of you. I would never leave you after an intense scene like that. Relashio."
Theo let his face rest against her neck as his arms were freed by her spell. "Thanks for staying Pans."
She ran her hands through his chestnut curls, "No matter what Theo, I am not leaving you. I'm committed to what we have as long as it's working for both of us." She wrapped her arms around him, and held him tight to her, unconcerned with the blood that was transferring to her own skin and clothes. Theo’s aftercare was critical to his emotional health after the scene and Pansy knew that if she didn’t take good enough care of him now she would have a horrid round of guilt and self-loathing later. They both needed this gentle time together.
"You are my very best pet darling, the very best. And even though men aren't my thing generally I would be lying if I said I didn't love you. I would do anything for you and if that means Daph leaves me, well you're more important."
"Pansy, Pansy, Pansy." Theo sobbed into her neck, as she rubbed his back in an infinity symbol. Once he had stopped crying, he sat back up and she rubbed his wrists to make sure the blood flow looked good to her. She scourgified the cloth and vanished it to the laundry.
"Accio Dittany." She rubbed the Dittany into the few cuts that hadn't been healed by the episkey, and checked Theo over twice, her touch gentle and soothing.
"Come on Theodore, let's get you in the bath and I have some fruit and cheese to feed you." And he leaned against her shoulder with her arms wrapped around his waist while they headed into the 6th year Slytherin girl's bathroom. Pansy knew at that moment that Daphne was replaceable even if it felt like a knife in her heart right now, but the adoration and obedience of Theodore Nott was worth fighting for.
Pas la fin.