Yes, Sir

The next morning Harry woke up to his muscles being slightly sore from the ropes that had constricted his muscles the day before. It was a delicious sort of sore, not enough to really bother him throughout the day but enough that he knew it was there right now. The blankets covering him were delightfully soft and pulled all the way up to his chin, just the way he liked it after a scene. The warm body behind him shifted and wrapped an arm around him, further instilling the sense of being safe. 

Eventually, though, Harry and Neville got up to start their days. 

“I had a lot of fun last night, we should do this again.” Harry’s sudden admittance of what he’d been thinking took them both by surprise, but Neville recovered quickly with a warm smile. 

“I can come by your place on Wednesday to negotiate another scene if you’re available.” And just like that, Harry couldn’t wait for Wednesday.

The week passed by excruciatingly slowly. Harry was obsessed with figuring out what he wanted to negotiate this time around and still hadn’t come up with an answer by the time Neville was knocking at his door. 

Harry answered the door to find Neville smiling down at him and quickly invited him in, offering for him to help himself to the tea and biscuits he’d laid out in the living room. 

“I’m just curious, but how do you feel about bringing more sexual things into your play?” Harry could feel his cheeks flush, but responded nonetheless.

“I haven’t really done anything sexual with anyone if I’m being honest. I’ve kissed two people and that’s about it.” If this news surprised Neville, he hid it well. 

“We don’t have to include anything sexual if you don’t want to, but I’m open to the idea if you are.” Harry nodded. 

“I’ll admit I’m curious but I haven’t really met anyone I’ve trusted enough for that besides Draco and he’s straight as an arrow.” They both laughed, effectively breaking the tension in the air that had started to build. “I’m interested in including that, if you’d be willing to go slow.” A devious grin flashed over Neville’s face making Harry shudder with a mixture of fear and desire. 

“Oh, I’ll go so slowly you’ll be begging me for more.” By the time Neville had left, they’d talked about all sorts of dirty things that not only made Harry harder than steel but also made him incredibly nervous for that weekend when Harry was scheduled to go back to Neville’s playroom. 

Friday afternoon a package arrived for Harry and he opened it. On top was a note that read, I know you have a hard time choosing what to wear. If you can’t decide, then wear this. 

He opened the box and found a tight leather pair of shorts-in fact, he wasn’t sure if they were shorts or panties they were so short-a white tank top that was clearly too small and wouldn’t even his his navel and two bracelet-looking things that he couldn’t make heads or tails out of. He practically accosted Draco as soon as he’d gotten home, certain that Draco would know what they were. 

Turns out, Draco did know what they were. 

“Barefoot sandals? What’s that?”

“Exactly what it sounds like, they’re sandals for your feet but without the bottoms. Look,” and without further ado, Draco had elegantly wrapped the delicate chains around his toe and ankle faster than Harry could blink. 

“Um...what’s the point of them?” Draco sighed and rolled his eyes whilst giving him a pitying look. 

“They’re just decoration-like a bracelet or a necklace. They’re pretty, just like you.” Draco smirked at Harry’s half irritated look. 

“I’m not pretty, I’m handsome thank you very much!”

“Pfft, and I’m the queen. Now shut up princess while I do the other one for you so you can look all pretty for your newly found Dom.” That shut Harry up quickly. He didn’t even protest when Draco practically pushed him into the bathroom so he could change and leave for a night of fun. 

Neville was waiting in the playroom this time, but the red lights weren’t on. It was just the sun streaming through the windowpanes as the last of the day’s rays struggled to remain above the horizon and a lone lamp in the far corner. Neville was sitting on the couch watching the sun drift lower and lower. Harry gently knocked on the door and Neville stood before going to him and cupping his chin in his hand. 

“My, aren’t you looking rather delicious.” Harry swallowed as a sharp wave of lust swept over him and nodded ever so slightly. He wasn’t exactly comfortable in the clothes Neville had wanted him to wear but the look in his eyes told Harry that he was fairly attractive in his current outfit and that thought gave him courage. 

“Yes, Sir.” The side of Neville’s mouth crept up in a half smile. 

“Perfect. Now, you remember your safewords?” Harry nodded and recited them off. “Very good. Now lie down on the bed with your arms and feet in the corners of the mattress.” He did as he was told quickly and squeaked when iron manacles wrapped around his wrists and ankles. The rattling of chains caused a slight rush of fear before desire washed it away. It created a thrilling cocktail of feelings that he wanted to continue experiencing. 

He looked off to the side to see Neville standing by the bedside. He held up a hand and snapped, causing the room to suddenly go dark and then the red lights flared to life. The thrill that single action sent down his spine should be illegal, it felt so good. 

“Now, the real fun begins.”