Barty's Brat

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
F/M
G
Barty's Brat

"That's what you get for thinking I would just let your brat behavior slide sweety. Tied up in front of this window for the world to see that sweet cunt of yours." Barty chuckled, untying a rope that was connected to your hands behind your back. He had you tied to a table and placed with your legs spread in front of the window to his office building.

"Did you have a good day? While everyone who walked by stared at you?" He asked as he dismantled your ropes so you could stretch. He helped you by grabbing your ankles and pulling your legs out before he sat on top of your back, facing your feet.

"There we go, sweetheart! Haha, kick all you want idiot, that hole is mine" he said, ignoring your kicks of pleasure as his thick fingers caressed your clit in slow, sweeping circles.

"God you're so fucking wet. What a whore!" Barty laughed, fingers dipping into your cunt that had been marinating all day waiting for his return. You ached for him, ached for anything to fill you the way you needed. You regretted your bratty taunting as it only led to your demise.

You laid pinned on the floor in front of that same window while Barty fingered away, one hand stroking your clit while the other pounded into you. Once again, anyone who looked down while passing could see you being ravaged. "Look at your pathetic fucking face. You see it?" He asked, staring at your reflection in the window. "Talk back to me again, baby, and your punishment will be so much fucking worse next time" he growled, pulling his fingers out and licking up the sweet fluid he scooped out like honey