Fic: Where Time Stands Still (Bill/Tonks) by ragdoll

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Title: Where Time Stands Still
Author: ragdoll
Pairing/Character(s): Nymphadora Tonks/Bill Weasley
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Male domination/female submission, role-playing, birching, discipline, verbal humiliation, dirty talk, oral sex, rimming, fingering, frottage, biting, orgasm denial
Word count: ~6700
Summary: Nymphadora Tonks lacks certain necessary qualities like the ability to behave herself. It's up to Head Boy Bill Weasley to teach her the consequences of what happens when she doesn't.
Author notes: Thanks to my fabulous betas and cheerleaders: coffee_n_cocoa, luvscharlie, and the double act of r_grayjoy & eeyore9990, and of course, the fabulous ldymusyc for her support, her patience and her perversity.

Title courtesy of "In Your Room" by Depeche Mode.



“Wotcher, Weasley. You wanted to see me?”

Bill Weasley looked up from his desk, catching sight of Nymphadora Tonks leaning in the doorway to his room as if she owned the place. With a nod, he set down his quill and corked his bottle of ink, then crooked his finger, beckoning her into the room. “Come in, Tonks.”

There was a loud pop as she snapped the gum in her mouth — Droobles’ Best no doubt, judging by the tiny bluebell coloured bubbles that floated around her head. Smirking, Tonks sauntered into the room, one hand on her hip as she looked around, peering at his collection of books and exotic decorations with interest. Bill couldn’t wait to wipe that smug look off her pretty face.

Tonks was dressed in an unorthodox fashion for a Hogwarts student: under her open and some-what rumpled school robes, her black and gold Hufflepuff tie was undone, hanging loosely over a too-tight white cotton blouse; Bill could see the outline of a lacy bra beneath, her breasts straining against the cups. Her skirt was far too short to be regulation, ending mid-thigh where a pair of torn black fishnet stockings began. Over those, black and gold striped knee socks hugged her calves, tucked into glittering combat boots the same bright fuchsia as her spiky hair. A long length of fringe hung down over her face. She flicked it carelessly out of her dark eyes which were rimmed with sparkling, smudged black kohl, while her lips were pink and shiny with gloss. She leaned over him, her gaze flickering over the parchments on his desk; Bill thought he could smell the faint scent of strawberries, bubblegum and sugar wafting off her skin. “So, what did you want?”

“That’s ’Head Boy’ to you, Tonks. And you know perfectly well what it is I want,” he said, as sternly as he could muster. “You were sent here for detention. The staff have decided that—”

“Staff?" she interjected. "And just who would this staff be when they’re at home?”

“Professors McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick and Sprout along with the Headmaster,” he answered tersely. “The staff have decided that since their combined efforts of reining in your behaviour through detention have failed miserably, it’s up to me — one of your peers — to make you toe the line. If I can't manage it, then you’ll be sent down from Hogwarts. Permanently.”

“That’s bollocks!” Tonks exclaimed with a sneer. “They’d never let you of all people—”

With a roll of his eyes, Bill held up a scroll for her perusal, the information printed neatly on the front, and signed by the previously named staff on the bottom, the Hogwarts crest fixed in wax beneath. Tonks’ cheeks turned red as she read it through.

“Well, they have. So, either you submit to detention with me or start packing your trunk now.”

“That’s not fair!” she insisted. “I haven’t done anything worthy of that kind of treatment...”

“No?” Bill cocked his head, trying not to laugh. “Broom racing in the corridors, constantly being caught out of your dorm after hours, nicking rare books from the Restricted Section, transfiguring students into rodents, being found up in the Astronomy Tower in compromising situations with blokes on multiple occasions—"

"Blokes? What blokes?"

"Robbie Wood, Douglas Davies, Patrick Maitland, and Charlie Weasley—” Bill ticked the names off on his fingers as he listed them.

“Oi!” Tonks cut him off in protest. “I’ve never been anywhere near your brother in that way.”

“That’s not what he says,” Bill replied quietly. “In fact, he went into great detail about what he got up to with you.”

“Well, then your brother is a big fat liar.” Her cheeks were now a brilliant crimson, her eyes bright with anger. "A big fat short liar."

The fact that she was insulting his younger brother didn't faze Bill in the least. Besides, it was true; Charlie was short. “I notice you’re not denying any of the other charges,” Bill said dryly. “Of course, there’s more. Far more. Shall I continue?”

“No.” She pursed her lips into a pout. “So—what if I have broken a few rules, Weasley? What’s it to you?”

“For a start, it reflects badly on me as Head Boy if I can't keep you under control, and as I said, the professors are at their wits end and have asked me to intervene. They’re hoping that perhaps I might have better luck getting you to behave."

Her only response was a snort of derision.

“Unless you’d like to leave school now, of course. You’re welcome to that option at any time.”

The severity of the situation seemed to finally sink in. Tonks drew in a deep breath, her fists balling at her sides as she shot him a determined look. “Of course not. I want to finish my schooling and become an Auror.”

"You? An Auror?" Bill scoffed. "You'll never make it into the programme with your reputation."

"That's what you think," she replied hotly, her whole body tensing. "You're dead wrong. Just proves you don't know the first bloody thing about me."

“Well, then, let’s see what you can do to change my mind. Show me that you can do as you’re told.” Bill settled back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. "So, is it detention or leaving?"

"Detention," she muttered with a scowl. "So, what have I got to do? Copy lines? Polish your awards for a week? Braid your hair?” Tonks pointed at the ponytail flowing down his back.

“Actually, none of the above.” He looked her directly in the eye, licking his lips as he did. “I'm thinking of a more hands-on approach.”

She screwed her face up in confusion. “What’s that mean?”

“My father raised seven of us, and it was always his philosophy that sparing the rod spoilt the child. My parents were relatively lenient, but when any of us got out of hand, well...” Bill shrugged, “we knew that there were consequences. Painful ones. I reckon your parents never considered that with you.”

“Considered what, mate?”

"Giving you a good hiding when it was necessary." He thought he saw her tremble slightly.

“You’re not laying a hand on me, mate," she replied.

He cocked an eyebrow. “No? I don’t think that’s up to you any longer, Nymphadora.”

“Sod this.” She spun on her heel, heading towards the door. “I’ll take it up with the Headmaster, I will —” Before she could reach her destination, Bill had slammed the door shut and locked it with a quick flick of his wand. Tonks grabbed the door and shook it in a vain attempt to yank it open, but it wouldn’t budge. “Let me out. Now!”

“Sorry, love. That’s not part of the plan.”

She banged on the door, calling for help which never came. Angrily, she turned towards him, wand raised. “Let me out or I swear I’ll—”

”Expelliarmus!” Tonks’ wand sailed towards him, and Bill caught it as neatly as any Seeker would’ve caught a flying Snitch. Charlie, his short fat liar of a younger brother, would've been dead proud.

“Oi! Give that back!” Tonks stamped her foot in annoyance.

“You’ll get it back when I’m good and ready to return it to you.” Bill stood to his full height and strode over to his desk. He gave her wand a nimble twirl through his fingers before tucking it neatly into a drawer and locking it away. “I’ve had enough of your antics, Nymphadora, as have the whole school. You’re not leaving here until you’ve learned your lesson. Even if it takes all night.”

“You pervy git!” she shouted, tearing over to swing at him. “If you think you’re going to do anything to me, Weasley, you’re sadly mistaken. I’ll—”

Bill grabbed her by the wrists, holding her fast as he pulled her in close. “You’ll do what exactly?" he growled in her ear. "Especially without a wand? You’re here until I give you leave to go. The best you can do is take your punishment and hold your tongue like a good girl. The better you behave, the better it’ll go for you.”

She struggled in his grip, dark eyes blazing as she fought, unable to get away. Finally, she grew still, although her expression was defiant. “Fine. I’ll do whatever you’d like. Weasley.”

“Rule one: from now on you’re to call me “Head Boy” or “Sir” and nothing else. All I want to hear from you is ‘yes, sir', 'no, sir' or ‘as you wish, sir’. Anything else will make it worse for you. Understand me?”

Tonks opened her mouth as if to offer up a retort, then she closed it again with a huff. “Yes, Head Boy. Anything you say, Head Boy.” She spat out the title as if it were a curse, but at least it was a start.

“Good girl.” He released her wrists, giving her a quick shove away. “First, spit out that gum. You look like a cow chewing it. Then go to the wardrobe and open it. Inside, you’ll see a birch rod. I want you to fetch it for me.”

“You know, Head Boy,” Tonks lowered her eyes coquettishly and batted her lashes, her voice going low and husky, “we could do something much more interesting.” She reached over to toy with the collar of his button down shirt, then let one finger slide down his chest. “I’m certain we could come to a better arrangement than this. You could just tell the staff that you’d put me in my place, without doing anything else. I’d be very happy to make it worth your while. Really, really happy.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Bill took her hand firmly, quickly removing it from his shirt. “Although you have given me some very good ideas of what to do with you. After I've given you a good hiding, of course.” He leered, then spun her towards the wardrobe. “The gum, then the birch rod. Now. No more stalling or you’ll be very sorry.”

She let out a whimper of frustration, but spat out the gum and dumped it in his rubbish bin before heading to the wardrobe. When she reached it, she opened the creaking doors and pulled out what looked like a three foot bundle of slender birch branches bound together with a length of black dragon hide. Holding it at arm's length as if it were red hot, she eyed it with trepidation. “I-is this it?”

“Is this it, Sir?” He admonished, then gave her a quick nod of the head. “Yes, that’s it. Bring it here.” Bill was especially proud of having obtained a proper birch rod; they were almost impossible to find now that corporal punishment was all but banned from Hogwarts. Through careful research, he’d discovered a speciality shop in Knockturn Alley that still produced them for discerning customers. It had been pricey, but he suspected well worth the expense.

Tonks closed the wardrobe door and slowly walked back towards him, the birch rod in her shaking hands. Bill snatched it from her, his lips curling up into a predatory smile.

“Good girl. Now, take off your robes and your knickers, then bend over my desk.”

She let out a gasp, then looked at him, her eyes wide. “Please, Head Boy, you don’t have to do this. I won’t—”

With a snarl of frustration, Bill grabbed her and yanked her into his arms, silencing her pleas with a searing kiss as he pressed himself against her. Slowly, he relaxed his hold, still maintaining contact with her slim, yielding body. “That’s the last time I’m going to let you get away with that, Tonks. Do as I say or pay the consequences. Do you understand me?”

She nodded, trembling in his embrace.

“Robes and knickers off and over the desk.” His hand strayed down her back and over the curve of her arse, giving it a quick squeeze followed by a hard smack. "I won't tell you again."

“Y-yes, Head Boy.” Tonks broke away, peeling off her outer robes slowly, and looking around for a place to put them.

“Fold them neatly and place them on the trunk.” Bill pointed to the large, well worn travel trunk at the foot of his bed.

She complied, making a show of folding them before laying them on top of the trunk. As she bent over, the edge of her skirt rode up, giving him a nice view of her knickers — arse hugging hot pink lace — as she did.

“Hurry up,” he growled, absently touching himself through his trousers.

Finally, she turned back to him, her face as pink as her knickers. “Yes, Head Boy. I’m sorry, Head Boy.” Reaching under her skirt, she began to pull down the knickers, wobbling as she struggled to step out of them.

Bill held out his hand. “Give them here, girl.”

Tonks placed the tiny undergarment in his hands, then moved over to the desk.

Bill shoved her knickers into a trouser pocket, then held up his hand to stop her. “Wait. Take off your blouse too. And your bra. I want to see those tits of yours.”

“But—,” she started to protest, then catching sight of his stern look, chose to obey. Both garments were removed in haste, although she hugged them to her chest in a vain attempt to cover her breasts.

“Put those down,” he ordered. “If I wanted you to keep yourself covered, I’d let you stay dressed.”

Tonks dropped her eyes to the floor, muttering another apology as she moved her clothing away, slowly revealing her half-naked body. Bill’s mouth began to water at the sight: her breasts were pale and round, not overly large or too small for his tastes, the nipples red and already hard. He could barely wait to get his hands and mouth on them.

“Very nice,” he said. “But first, you need to be punished.”

She whimpered, then turned to face the desk. It was just the right height for her to lean across. She pressed her lithe body against the polished wood, arms stretched out in front of her, palms flat against the surface.

Coming up behind her, Bill stroked up the length of her legs, then flipped her skirt up over her buttocks and onto her back. There was a sharp intake of breath as he gazed down at her arse, taking in the pale, white curves of her cheeks and the backs of her thighs. “Don’t move.” He crouched down, pushing her legs apart to reveal her cunt; she was already wet, the swollen pink flesh and dark pink curls glistening.

He heard her gasp as he began to kiss his way up her thighs to her buttocks, licking and nibbling along the soft, smooth flesh. He covered her arse with kisses and bites, caressing and fondling her as he moved from one side to the other. Using his thumbs, he spread her cheeks, burying his face between them, taking in the musky fragrance of her skin. He trailed his tongue up along her cleft to her arsehole, flicking against the taut ring of muscle, making her moan. He continued until Tonks was squirming violently beneath him, her moans growing louder and more intense.

Bill pulled back, resting his chin against the small of her back. “What a sweet little arse you have,” he crooned, letting his fingers slide between her legs, tracing along the edges of her labia. “I can’t wait to spank it.”

Her only response was to squirm again, biting her lower lip as if to muffle her cries.

He slipped one finger inside her, then two, moving them in slow, deliberate thrusts, feeling her constrict around them. “Should I fuck your arse then? Would you like that, naughty girl?”

“N-no,” Tonks pleaded, writhing against his hand. “Please, sir. D-don’t.”

“No?” Bill replied in a mocking tone. “I will if I want to. You’re here to do as I say. And I’ll use you however I’d like. You’d better get used to that idea.”

Tonks choked down a sob as she pushed back against his fingers, her hips swaying in time with his thrusts.

“Hmmm. I think you’re enjoying this far too much.” With that, he pulled his hand away, rising to his feet. “Time to teach you a very painful lesson.”

She let out a wail, bracing herself against the hard, wooden surface of the desk. Bill chuckled; he hadn’t even touched her yet.

He leaned over her, pressing his mouth against her ear to murmur, “Ten strokes will do for now. You’ll count for me and thank me afterwards. If you miss one, we’ll start all over again. Understand?”

“Y-yes, Head Boy.”

Bill picked up the birch rod, flexing it in his hands before taking a step backward. He raised his arm, then in one swift move, smacked the rod against her raised arse. Tonks let out a pained yelp, then stammered out a low, “One.”

“Louder, or I’ll add five more,” he ordered, watching as a long red welt began to form on her flawless, white skin. He swung the rod again; this time Tonks managed a more audible response. He struck her again and again until she’d reached ten, each blow stronger than the previous one. At ten, she was sobbing loudly, her arse now red and swollen, covered in a fine pattern of criss-crossed wheals.

Bill dropped the rod, reaching out to stroke her back, soothing her. “Good girl. You took that very well.”

“Y-yes, sir. Th-thank you, sir,” she continued to sob, tears running down her cheeks. She winced as his hands reached her bottom, his fingers tracing along the welts. “Thank you for disciplining me, Head Boy.” She started to rise, but he pushed her down again, holding her against the desktop.

“Not yet, love. I’m not finished with you yet.”

“But, you said—” she started.

“Seeing you like this has made me incredibly hard,” he murmured, his fingers dipping between her legs; she was wetter than before. He touched her lightly, then smeared her wetness upward, between her swollen cheeks. “We’ve got to do something about that.”

“I’m sorry, Head Boy. Please — I didn’t mean to,” Tonks whimpered, shifting at the touch of his questing fingers.

“And yet, you did. Minx.” His cock was aching, straining against his flies painfully. It wouldn’t do. Bill unbuckled his belt, then unfastened his trousers, before shoving them hastily down around his thighs. His pants followed, his hard cock freed to jut up against his belly. “Don’t move until I tell you to.”

“Wh-what..?” Tonks gasped as he pressed his weight against her, nestling his cock in the slicked cleft between her buttocks. Bill could feel her arse, hot and throbbing, against his belly.

“Don’t move,” he repeated, pushing his hips forward, then back, savouring the friction of skin against skin as he did. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her back, kissing softly as he rocked against her, his cock trapped between their bodies. He stroked up her arms, grasping her wrists and holding her tight as he began to pump.

She continued to sob and whimper, her sore bottom pressed firmly against him, her legs flush to his.

“You’re mine,” Bill whispered in her ear, his thrusts growing frantic. "Don't ever forget that."

"N-no, sir. I won't. I'm," she hiccupped out another sob, "yours. All yours."

A few quick strokes was all it took before he was coming in violent shudders, hot thick spurts splashing on the small of her back and his stomach.

He peppered her shoulders and the nape of her neck with soft kisses as he lay on top of her, slowly coming back to himself. Finally, he withdrew, sticky and sated, then stripped off his rumpled, damp clothing.

Tonks raised her head slowly, her eyes running over the length of his naked body, then up to meet his. “Please, Head Boy, may I go now?”

Bill quirked an eyebrow, then slowly shook his head in dissent. He heard her whimper in frustration. “I haven’t even started with you, love. Although,” he brushed a fingertip over the display of welts on her bottom, “you did take that very well. It’s a good start.”

“Start?” she echoed. “I did as you said — you can’t keep me here!”

“Oh no? I said you weren’t leaving until you’d learned your lesson. You may think you’ve done that, but I don’t. I can – and will – keep you here for as long as I deem necessary. One little birching isn’t enough to keep you in your place, now is it?”

Tonks flushed in frustration, although Bill was amused to see her struggling to keep her opinions on the matter to herself. Instead, she let out a sigh of resignation, remaining prone against the desk. As tempting as that sight was, Bill had other plans.

He crossed the room to his bed, settling down on the mattress. He snapped his fingers in Tonks’ direction. “Here. Now.”

Pushing off the desk, Tonks struggled to her feet, wincing with each step as she walked the length of the room towards him. She fiddled with the tops of her stockings nervously as she stood before him. Her hair was in total disarray, her makeup smeared around her eyes, but it only added to her appeal.

“C’mere.” Bill grabbed her by the hips, yanking her forward. She stumbled, then crawled up onto his lap, straddling him lightly. “Good girl,” he breathed. “You took your punishment very well, sweetheart, and for that, I’m going to give you a reward.” He paused, beginning to smirk. “And a lesson in patience at the same time.”

“What are you going to do—sir?” Tonks breathed, her voice quavering.

“Mmmmm. I’m going to play with you and make you feel very good. But,” he pinched her nipple hard, making her moan, “you’re not to come until I tell you to. If you fail to have enough self control, well—” His eyes flickered over to where the birch rod lay on the floor. “There’ll be another ten strokes waiting for you. Perhaps more. With a Silencing Spell so I don’t have to hear your whinging. Do you understand?”

She blanched, biting at her lower lip as she nodded. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Good girl.” Bill flashed her a feral grin. “You are starting to learn your place.” He yanked her forward, crushing his mouth against hers in a brutal kiss, beginning a relentless assault. Forcing his tongue into her mouth, he kissed her long and hard, his hands closing over her breasts, tweaking and tugging until he made her cry out again.

He covered her with kisses; her lips, her throat, her chest, nipping along soft skin before sucking on her breasts, first one, then the other. He caught her nipples between his teeth, biting down until she moaned and writhed against him wantonly; she was hot and wet where her skin came into contact with his own.

With a chuckle, Bill flipped Tonks over onto her back, pushing her down on the mattress and holding her as he kissed down the length of her body. He paused to stick his tongue in her navel, causing Tonks to squeal in indignation. He raised his head, giving her a roguish smirk, then returned his attention to pleasuring her. His kisses ranged down her stomach to her pelvis, moving from one side to the other before he buried his face between her legs.

He held her thighs apart in an iron grip, breathing in her musky scent and savouring the taste of her on his tongue as he began to lap at her cunt. He moaned against her skin, smiling to himself as she thrashed and twisted beneath him. Her breathing began to grow ragged, her movements turning frantic. Bill wrenched his head up again and shook his head. “No,” he said firmly as if talking to a small child or perhaps an unruly dog. “Not yet.”

That elicited a loud moan of dissent from Tonks’ lips as she flung herself back against the mattress. Smugly, Bill lowered his head to kiss and nibble his way up her thighs and then down again, giving her time to recover before he repeated the torment. Twice more he brought her to the edge, then left her there; each time her cries of frustration grew louder, making Bill more and more aroused. He hadn’t quite recovered yet — his cock was still at half-mast —but it would happen soon.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Bill studied Tonks’ prone form for a moment, then rolled off her entirely. “It’s your turn to do something for me.”

“What?” she panted, struggling to sit up as painlessly as possible.

Bill made a note to punish her for her insolence later, but he had other plans for her first. “I want you to suck my cock,” he stated. “Rumour has it you’ve got quite the mouth on you. I want to find out for myself.”

Once again she reddened in shame, scrambling up from the bed to kneel on the floor in front of him. “Yes, sir,” she said quietly, her eyes firmly fixed on the floor.

Bill buried his fingers in her hair, jerking her head up to look at him. “I want you to make me nice and hard so I can fuck you. Do a good job and you’ll be rewarded. If you don’t please me,” he glanced again at the birch rod, “you know what’s waiting for you.”

“Yes, sir. I want to please you, sir.”

Her hands were warm and soft as she took hold of his cock, slowly beginning to stroke him. He could feel himself hardening as her tongue spiralled up his shaft, moving up from the base to the head. Bill groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt her mouth engulfing him completely.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “That’s a good girl.” He thrust forward, his fingers tightening in her hair to hold her in place. “Lemme fuck your mouth, your hot, sweet little mouth...” It took all of his effort to hold himself back when all he wanted to do was pump hard and fast until he came again. It was exquisite torture to move so slowly and carefully between her lips, making himself harder and harder until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop,” he gasped, shoving Tonks away from him. She swiped her mouth against the back of her hand, sitting back on her heels, waiting for his instruction. His eyes met hers, and for an instant, Bill saw a flicker of brazen anticipation in her dark gaze, sending a shiver of excitement up his spine. Then she cast her eyes downward, and her boldness replaced by a mask of demure obedience. “Up here.” He patted the mattress beside him.

Tonks climbed back up on the bed. “How do you want me, Head Boy?”

He considered her question for a moment, then made his decision. “Kneel.”

She complied immediately; the sight of her on her knees in submission for him, breasts heaving, arse red and swollen, was almost too much for him to bear. Crawling up behind her, Bill spread her thighs and entered her in one swift motion, groaning with delight as he sheathed himself in her heat. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight, one hand going up to grab her breast, the other down between her legs. Bill buried his face in the crook of her neck, biting down on her soft, fragrant skin, then sucking hard and soothing the spot with his tongue.

Tonks moaned as his fingertips came in contact with her clit, her back arching as she rocked backwards against him.

“That’s my girl,” he growled in her ear. “Move that hot arse for me.”

She undulated against him, her hips snapping forward, then back again.

“Gonna come for me?”

Nodding, Tonks whimpered again. “Please. Please let me. Sir.”

“Keep doing what you’re doing and I will. Come for me nice and loud, sweetheart. Don’t hold back now.”

“No, sir. Whatever you say, sir,” she managed between gasps, moving frantically. Bill continued to move with her, his fingers encircling the throbbing nub of her clit. He increased the pressure of his touch as her rocking grew in intensity, the slap, slap, slap of her arse against his muscular thighs coupled with the sound of her cries growing louder and louder.

“That’s it. That’s my girl...my sweet, sweet Dora.” He gasped as Tonks constricted around him, grinding her arse against him, her nails digging into his forearms. He felt her tense, then begin to shake. “Come for me, sweetheart, come for me now...” He nipped at her earlobe, tightening his grip on her, his fingers working her frantically.

“Oh, Merlin, Head Boy...oh, Bill!!” Tonks’ words broke off into an ear-splitting moan as she gave a violent shudder, jerking and thrashing in his arms. It seemed to go on for ages, and when her spasms and cries finally ended at last, Bill held her close, soothing her and caressing her tenderly.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

“You gonna come for me, Head Boy?” she asked with a cheeky giggle, wriggling her bottom against him.

“Oi!” Bill gave her a quick smack. “I don’t remember giving you permission to talk to me like that.”

She let out a snort, giving his arm a squeeze as she arched back against him. “I don’t remember asking for it.”

“You,” he growled, thrusting harder, “are asking for a lot more than that. Brat.”

“Promises, promises.”

“Keep that up and I’ll make you come again.” Tonks moaned and bucked as Bill pressed against her clit, his fingers once again moving in slow arcs. “Then again, maybe not. Perhaps I’ll tie you up and play with you until you’re screaming and begging me to let you get off again.”

“Brute.” Tonks grabbed his other hand from her breast, drawing it up to her mouth, and nipped at his fingertips. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?” Just the thought of it spurred Bill on to move even faster and grip her harder, his breath coming out in long, ragged pants. Tonks slid his fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking them with abandon. The sensation was enough to send Bill spiralling over the edge into climax. He threw his head back, roaring her name as he gave one final thrust, spilling inside her, hot and deep.

Spent, Bill slumped forward, easing Tonks down onto the bed face first, his chest firmly plastered against her back. “Merlin, I love you,” he murmured in her ear. “Do you know how fucking amazing you are?”

She responded by threading her fingers through his, squeezing his hand tightly. “Love you too, Head Boy,” she breathed.

Bill rolled onto his side, shifting her over until she lay in his arms, her cheek resting against his shoulder. He smoothed back her damp hair, planting a kiss on her brow. “You all right, love?” They were still new to this kind of play, a fresh and exciting addition to their sex life, and he worried about pushing her too hard too fast, even though Tonks seemed to be as enthusiastic as he was, if not more so.

"More than all right." Tonks nodded, snuggling up closer before pressing her lips against his neck. “But my bum hurts,” she whined. “A lot.”

“Well,” Bill couldn’t help but chuckle, “that was rather the point of the scene.”

“I know. And it was amazing, only it’s got a bit too uncomfortable.”

“How ever am I going to teach you to behave if it doesn’t hurt afterwards?” Bill asked, kissing her lightly. Tonks swatted at him in response. “You could have used your safe word if it was too much, love.”

“I didn’t need to then.” She raised her head, her lower lip jutting out in a fetching pout as she gave a wounded sniffle. “It just hurts now. You’re stronger than you look, Weasley.”

Sighing, Bill unwound himself from his girlfriend, stretching over to the nightstand to retrieve a small glass jar. “Here, I've got something that will make it all better."

“What’s that?” she asked, eyeing the jar warily.

“Something from the Twins’ shop.” He unscrewed the top, showing her the thick purple paste. It smelled faintly of fresh herbs and citrus. His brothers had invented it as a catch-all healing product; he doubted they had any idea of how useful it also was in the bedroom.

“It won’t turn my arse purple or anything, will it?”

Bill laughed. “Hardly. Quite the opposite. It'll take the sting out and heal those welts up faster. It's safe, I swear.” He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, then leaned in to kiss her. “Please roll over on your tummy so I can take care of you, yeah?”

“It’s the least you can do,” Tonks muttered, “given it’s your fault I’m in this state in the first place.”

"My fault, is it? If you learned to hold that tongue of yours and not get into trouble all the time, I wouldn't be forced to do this at all." Bill dodged another blow from his girlfriend, grabbing her by the wrist as she swung at him.

"You're the filthy bastard who wants to try and teach me to behave after ten bloody years, mate," she grumbled, feigning annoyance. "You'd think you'd have sussed out by now that it's not possible."

"You'd think by now I would have," Bill agreed, watching as she shifted flat onto her stomach, resting her chin on her crossed arms. "But it's so much fun to try anyway. Do you know how fucking sexy you are when you're submitting to me?" He trailed his index finger down the length of her spine, stroking with a feather-light touch.

"Do you know how dead sexy you are when you're trying to be in charge?"

Bill cocked an eyebrow. "Oi, trying?"

Tonks burst out into giggles. "I didn't say you aren't successful." There was a pause. "Sometimes."

"Perhaps I ought to just leave your bum as it is." His palm landed on her bottom with a loud 'smack', causing her to squeak in surprise. "As a reminder as to who's in charge around here."

"You wouldn't!"

"Don't tempt me, woman." She flashed him a pitiful look, her dark eyes round and pleading. Bill felt his resolve melting. "You know I can't resist you when you look at me like that," he said with a defeated sigh.

She beamed at him, the picture of innocence.

"Of course you do. You've got me completely wrapped around your little finger, you have." With a shake of his head, he took a dollop of the purple goo, then rubbed it between his palms before applying it on the angry looking welts on her arse. They began to lighten and fade almost immediately. "There. Feel better?"

Wriggling beneath him experimentally, she nodded. "Much. Ta very, love. This means I might actually be able to sit down at work tomorrow, and won't Kingsley be chuffed about that? Of course, who knows what I might get up to at the Ministry — you might have to discipline me all over again once I get home." Tonks pursed her lips together, suppressing a smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Oh?" Bill Vanished the last remains of the paste off his hands. "Is that a threat or a promise, love?"

"Take your pick?" She shrugged, then giggled again. "Oi, can you take m'boots off? I'm too knackered to move."

"Blimey..." he muttered, setting about undoing the laces as quickly as possible. He yanked off her boots, then her torn stockings and socks for good measure, tossing them all unceremoniously on the floor. "Anything else you want, Mistress?"

"Oooh, Mistress. I like the sound of that." Tonks rolled onto her side, grabbing the end of Bill's ponytail and tugging him down beside her. "We've never tried that before."

"What, you being in charge of me?" Bill settled down on the bed, drawing her leg up over his hip before draping an arm around her. "No, we haven't. Might be fun to try."

"It's got possibilities," Tonks mused, tracing his lower lip with the tip of her forefinger. "I wouldn't mind having you on your hands and knees for me, using you until you cried 'Sphinx', you know."

He felt a jolt of arousal run right through him. "Sphinx? What's that then, my new safe word?"

"Yes." She nodded, laughing as she kissed him. "And you'll be needing one after I get through with you. Gotta get my revenge for that load of bollocks you handed me about me and Charlie in the Astronomy Tower. I bloody well never went near him when we were at school. We were just mates, nothing more."

"I knew that," Bill replied smugly. "But it was fun to take the mickey. You look unbelievably hot when you're hacked off like that and can't do a thing about it."

"Really?"

"Utterly." He let out a groan of appreciation. "I wish you could see yourself like that, you're amazing."

The corner of her mouth curved up into a playful smirk. "Well, I could, you know — if we got a Pensieve, we could both watch ourselves doing...things. P'raps I could borrow one from work for a few days."

"More like nick one, you mean."

"Of course. Although," she cast him a sideways glance, "you might have to punish me for pinching things from the Ministry afterwards. I reckon it's got to be against the rules somewhere."

"That's my clever girl." he said, catching her up in another kiss. "I quite like that idea."

Her smirk turned to a fully triumphant smile as she slid a hand between their bodies, brushing her fingers over his rapidly hardening cock. "Mmmm, yeah, I can tell."

It was Bill's turn to blush. "Well, what do you expect after those kinds of suggestions, like watching ourselves or me punishing you, and all that?" The thought of experiencing their play together was quite a heady rush as was further discipline, and he hadn't quite chased the notion of her dominating him from his mind either.

"Pervy git."

"Look who's talking. It was your bloody idea, you randy wench." He poked her in the ribs, making her squeal. She retaliated by pouncing on him, trying her best to tickle him. They wrestled and tussled on the bed, laughing and shrieking until Bill finally pinned Tonks flat beneath him, her wrists caught in his hands.

He kissed her until they were both breathless and giddy, Bill now fully recovered and thoroughly aroused. Tonks wrapped one leg around his waist, arching upwards and rubbing against him shamelessly, confirming that she was just as eager as he was to make love again.

"I want my wand back," she blurted.

"What? Right now?" Bill nuzzled her throat as he thrust his hips up sharply, dragging his erection along her thigh."Besides, I've got a bloody great wand for you right here."

"I don't think Mr. Ollivander would approve of that sort, do you? Besides, mine has far more uses when it comes to spell work."

"Tonks..." he started, trying to sound strict, but the way she was moving beneath him made it extremely difficult, if not outright impossible.

"You'll just have to distract me, Weasley." she breathed, then stuck her tongue in his ear for good measure. "If memory serves, you did threaten to make me come again..."

Bill laughed, then covered her mouth with his own. "Eventually," he muttered between kisses.

"And wasn't there something about tying me up...?"

"Might've done." He grinned as she ground against him in insistence. "Merlin, you're a pushy little bitch, aren't you?"

"Just the way you like me, Head Boy."

"Just the way I love you," he corrected, then silenced her with a long, lingering kiss. There were many words Bill could have used to describe his life with Nymphadora Tonks , but dull would never be one of them.