Keeping Them on the Leash

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise and I am NOT making money from this. Rated for some sexual content, violence and language. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!

WARNING: WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES (sex, swearing, etc.), very vague mentions of SLASH (male on male), and BDSM (kinky sex, bondage, discipline, s&M, etc.). Ye be warned

Author's Note: the second part to I'm Just Drawn That Way's birthday fic! (Don't worry, I won't tell anyone how old you are if you don't want me to). This is the Lily/James portion of the fic, and thusly it is HET, so if that's not your cup of tea then…well read it anyway, because it's hot! ;D And so, without further ado, here we go! 'Truth or consequence, say it aloud…' Cheers!

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Lily carried the last of the dishes into the house and leaned against the doorway to the patio, where James was cleaning (or attempting to at least) the grill with his wand. Rolling her eyes she strode forward and slid her arms around his waist from the back, practically feeling the smile she knew unfurled on his face. He was solid and warm and comforting, and the pure life she could feel emanating from him stoked the smoldering embers of her ever-present arousal she felt when her body met his.

"Almost done," James said lightly, frowning as several stubborn bits of charred food stuck to the metal slats of the grill.

"Mmm, but if you keep on like that it'll be midnight by the time you've finished," Lily teased, pulling out her own wand. With a swishing flick, the barbeque was spotless and gleaming. James chuckled. "Now…why don't we go upstairs and get ready for bed?" she breathed, hand creeping around to caress the front of her husband's trousers.

The messy-haired Animagus groaned and thrust forward into the touch instinctively, craving more. But Lily merely chuckled, stood on her tiptoes to nip his earlobe teasingly, and pulled away, heading back into the house. Needless to say, James was hot on her heels, finally catching her on the threshold to the bedroom. "You're a tease," he groaned, kissing her. She cocked a brow and tugged them both into the room, toward the bed.

"Tease I may be, but you have just been exceptionally bad today, my love. And do you know what happens when you've been naughty?"

James grinned and waggled his eyebrows in an astonishing (though probably entirely accidental) impression of a Vaudeville villain. "You punish me by sending me to my room and spanking me?" It was impossible to ignore the fevered excitement shining bright in his eyes, and Lily could feel it crackle in the air around them like the charged particles before a lightning strike.

She tried hopelessly to fight the grin she felt building, feeling like she was back in seventh year at Hogwarts again. But the redhead knew from experience that it was impossible to try to deny that James was a hilariously cheeky bastard, and she gave up, grinning lasciviously instead. Managing to pry herself away from him, she gave him a look that effectively rooted him to the spot and strolled leisurely to the dresser, crouching down to open the bottommost drawer.

Straightening, she went to the bed and laid out the riding crop, cat-a-nine tails flogger, and (James' cock throbbed when he saw it) the long, thick, positively mouth-watering anal plug she had pulled from the depths of what the bespectacled man liked to refer to as the 'Treasure Chest of Torturously Good Fun'. And then Lily was waving her wand, and her casual jeans and t-shirt were Transfigured into every straight, submissive boy's wet dream.

In place of the conservative clothing was a pair of sleek, dark thigh-high boots, leaving just the most tantalizing gap of creamy soft thigh between the tops of the boots and the delicate lacy panties. Sure that his rock hard cock was tenting the bejesus out of his trousers, James shifted, aching to touch himself, yet not daring to for fear of the consequences. Instead he let his eyes wander up the sensuous curves of Lily's hips, over the barely-there, only noticeably if one was as familiar with his wife's body as he was (and he hoped he was the only one), thickening in her midsection, up to the very best part of Lily's whole get-up. There, pushing her lovely, glorious round breasts upward and forward, was a deep burgundy, strapless bustier, covered with black lace, just barely concealing the blushing pink areolas and stopping just short of the natural cinch in her waist. And he knew that it would be laced up in the back, those long strings just begging his fingers or mouth to tug and let the material slip off of her.

Lily picked up the riding crop, smacking it hard against her palm. "Come here," she murmured, smiling in wicked delight that her husband was still so noticeably enthralled by her appearance. James made to take a step forward, but she shook her head and smirked as he sighed, sinking to his knees. A most agreeable sense of power washed over her as James, woefully still fully clothed, stalked on all fours toward her, all sinuously shifting muscles and hungry eyes. His lips caressed the smooth leather of her boots, his tongue swiftly following and Lily moaned softly as the pressure behind the thick fabric sent shivers up her spine. And then that soft, wet, pink muscle slithered up and across her thigh and Lily shivered in bliss. Her eyes fell shut and James' talented tongue slid further and further up the inside of her thigh, finally flicking over the moist patch on the apex of her sheer lace knickers.

The sudden jolt of pleasure shook her out of her passive euphoria, and she ran the leather tip of the riding crop down James' back, a silent warning. James, however, was a Gryffindor and a Marauder, and since he knew he would be punished anyway, decided to make the most of what little wiggle room he currently had. Thus, it was with a devilish smile that he looked up at his wife, meeting the scorching green gaze, and flicked his tongue hard, deliberately, over her straining clit.

The crop came down harder than she meant, but the sound of the leather and flexible wood biting into the Animagus' flesh and his subsequent yelp and groan of pleasure sent tingles up her arms, the little hairs sticking out. "Such a bad boy…" she crooned, sounding almost disappointed. She sighed and put a hand on one generous hip. "Stand up and take your clothes off, then bend over the bed," she commanded and James very nearly came in his underpants at the tone that brooked no arguments. It was his absolute favourite of Lily's many vocal inflections, because it reminded him of when she used to scream herself hoarse at him and he knew that it was used with him and him alone.

Hastily (and with little to no grace) he stood and whipped his shirt off in the same heartbeat, his pants and underwear following a second later. He toed off shoes he hadn't bothered removing in his haste to get to the bedroom with Lily, and after stripping off his socks, he stood naked as the day he was born before his wife's appreciating gaze for a moment. Her eyes raked down his lithe, Quidditch-player's body licking her lips at the scimitar curve of his erection, jutting out proudly, before he hurried over to the bed and bent dutifully over it.

Lily followed him more sedately, the heels of her fuck-me-slowly-against-the-wall boots clicking alluringly on the hardwood floor. Her eyes smoothed down then bright red stripe on James' back, intense enough that James could feel her glance branding him as it curved around the shape of his body, absently swishing the crop back and forth through the air beside her leg. James waited, tensed in anticipation and was gratified with a gentle flicking blow across the pale globes of his arse cheeks.

His hips jerked forward instinctually before he thrust them back out, pleading for more without words. Lily obliged him again, harder this time, though nowhere near as hard as the first strike (which was now almost the same shade of red as her hair and hot to the touch), drawing another red stripe across his buttocks. "Mmm fuck," he groaned.

The redhead grinned. "You like that?"

"Yes," the messy-haired man rasped. "Fucking Merlin yes…" Leaning down, Lily's long hair brushed across his back, sending trickles of electric arousal through his veins where they pooled in his cock. He saw her fingers close around the plug and his stomach clenched pleasurably.

"Look at me," Lily demanded huskily, and James' lusty, needy face was suddenly peering over his shoulder at her. Her too-green eyes, hard as emeralds with the intensity of her arousal, held his captive as she slowly brought the toy to her lips, not looking away as her tongue snaked out to lubricate it. The groan slipped out involuntarily, but Lily seemed not to mind, her fierce eyes still locked on his face, watching the hunger for what she could give to him growing and unfurling through the rest of his body. It was a most agreeable sense of power.

The short length of synthetic phallus slid completely into her mouth and James groaned again, catching her fingers trailing over the smooth planes of stomach to press against her throbbing pussy in the bottom of his field of vision. And then the plug slid out with a wet little pop and Lily strode closer to him. "Spread your legs," she told him, smiling lightly as he immediately complied. "I know you know you've been bad, James…" she murmured, almost absently trailing the plug over the puckered ring of muscle between his arse cheeks.

"Yes…oh yes, so bad…"

Her smile tilted into a lopsided smirk. "What do you want James?"

The Animagus gulped audibly in the pregnant silence. "I want…"

"Yes?" the redhead prodded, now circling the toy around his sphincter. "You want…?"

"You," James burst out, his breath releasing in a gusty exhalation. "I want to feel you. I want to taste you. I want you to…to fuck me. Please." His cock throbbed, and he could feel the wet stickiness of his pre-come dripping onto the comforter, spreading itself thickly over his throbbing, aching prick. Lily looked contemplative as she pressed the very tip of the anal plug into her husband's clenching, resisting passage.

The crop, which had been reclining gently in her right hand the entire time, now flashed down, marking another bright red line across James' already lined arse cheeks, and he gasped, arse hole constricting tighter around the foreign object before relaxing. Lily forced it in further, twisting and thrusting gently, stretching him, as he moaned, and his head dropped onto his arms.

James' knees were protesting to the awkward position he was in, but he'd withstood it for far longer, and then Lily twisted the toy hard in his ass, and it brushed firmly up against his prostate, and he really couldn't bring himself to notice anymore. His legs turned to jelly and he had to fight to keep himself in the uncomfortably bent position now, even as the telltale groan of ecstasy slipped out.

Lily pulled back slightly, the toy sliding between the relaxed muscles of the bespectacled man's arse easily, until only the tip remained once more. "Did you like that James?"

"Yes," he rasped, blushing slightly at how needy he sounded.

"Would you like me to do it again?" Her voice was velvet, lined with cashmere, and husky.

"Merlin, yes."

"Do you want me to fuck you with it, James?"

He shuddered, unable to help it. "Please."

"Do you want me to slide it in and leave it there?"

The Animagus whimpered, knowing from past experiences what it would feel like. The subtle, unavoidable feeling of fullness, and completeness it would bring; how it would keep him on the edge of just coming. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, yes, yes…"

"Yes what?"

He swallowed, swallowed against the pride that had cloaked him since he realized what being a Potter truly was, swallowed past the vague humiliation he felt as the word crackled on the tip of his tongue. "Yes, Mistress."

The redhead smiled, pleased, and in one swift, sharp movement, the plug plunged deep into his waiting hole, the muscles stretching to accommodate it, snapping back into place around the thin notch that would ensure it stayed firmly in the depth of his bottom. He moaned aloud, the sound ripping through an octave as Lily marked him one last time with the crop before tossing it aside.

"On your knees," she told him. "You said you wanted to taste me…and I suppose I can allow you that liberty." James turned and sank gratefully to his knees, his hands sliding eagerly up her leather-sheathed calves and thighs, and gliding over the smooth, sensitive flesh that wrapped around the backs of her thighs and the luscious curve of her buttocks. Fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties and hazel eyes lifted, asking permission to continue. She only nodded, not trusting her voice to speak without sounding breathy or tremulous as every nerve ending his hot hands passed over screamed out in delirium.

The lace bunched and chafed slightly as James hurriedly slid the undergarments down allowing gravity to take its toll and the panties to flutter to the ground once they were over the obstacles of her hips, the pads of his fingers gliding back up before he gripped her supple flesh almost reverently. Her hand threaded through his messy hair as James' tongue slid over the junction between her thigh and mound on first on side then another.

Lily's fingers clenched in his hair, and he groaned, the electric zing of pain sizzling straight to his cock, and he took the not-so-subtle hint. The smooth, hot length of his tongue slid out of his parted lips, parting the lips of her sex like a wedge driven into a crack, and he grunted as he tasted her molten desire. Lily's breath sucked in sharply as her legs unconsciously spread themselves wider, fingers tightening around tufts of unruly hair.

James moaned, tongue thrusting into her dripping slit, and Lily shivered as the vibrations ran over her aching clit. He held her body close to his mouth as her knees wobbled slightly, sucking hungrily on her oh-so-hot pussy, tongue sliding wetly in and out, the sounds wafting up mingling with his groans of delight making Lily light headed. If there were one thing she could admit her husband was a master at, it would definitely be utilizing that wicked oral muscle of his in just the right way.

And then James' tongue flicked over her clit as a finger circled around her entrance and the redhead's eyes rolled back into her head, which lolled heavily backward. The teasing digit continued to circle until she moaned headily in the back of her throat; then his mouth closed around her clit, sucking and nibbling fucking perfectly, and James' finger plunged into her as far as possible in an unsatisfactory parody of how he wanted to fill her with his throbbing cock.

Lily's eyes suddenly refocused, and she (regretfully) pulled away from him, despite the almost magnetic pull that tried to keep her as close as possible to him. "No, no, my naughty boy… I don't want to come on your face…" She leaned down and licked across the seam of his slightly parted lips, before whispering seductively, "I want to come with your cock as deep in me as possible."

James whimpered as she brushed past him to pick up the flogger from the bed, her eyes sliding over the object appraisingly. She was close, far too close, to orgasm, and knew that if she was going to be able to keep herself from simply jumping onto that deliciously rock hard, throbbing, pre-come drenched prick, she had to take a moment to steady her raging lust. The deep ache of emptiness echoed through her body, the electric power of James' body tempting her like nothing else could, but she held firm. "Get up on the bed," she said softly. "On your stomach, and spread your legs."

Her eyes feasted on the mouthwatering planes of his flesh as he obeyed her command, spreading himself wantonly on their bed like the cheap whore she called him before ecstasy wracked her petite frame. She followed him up onto the bed, crawling over his supine body, dragging her fingernails down his back just to watch the unapologetic red lines erupt across the tan flesh, marking him as her own.

Straddling his hips and sitting down comfortably on her husband's taut buttocks, she ground down into him, pressing his excruciatingly hard erection harder into the mattress and pressing the plug deeper into his arse. "Have you been bad, James?" she purred, dragging the soft tails of the whip over his back, his gyrating and swirling deliriously.

"Unh… yes, yes I've been bad," he panted, hands curling into fists around the bedspread. "So bad…"

"And do you think I should punish you?" she continued in that same silken voice, gently flicking her wrist so that the leather tails of the whip flopped mildly against him. "So you want me to punish you, my love?"

"Yes, oh fucking Merlin in a handbag, yes." The whip snapped harder against the flesh of is back now and Lily's hips ground into and against him harder still.

"Say it," she murmured. "Say you want me to punish you, just like we both know you deserve."

"P-punish me, Lily," he rasped, moaning uncontrollably. "Please…please Mistress… Punish me. Punish me for being so bad."

Lily shifted abruptly onto all fours, and James gasped. "With pleasure…" She shuffled backward, situating herself on the back of his muscular thighs, delighting in feeling them clench and tense and undulate beneath her. Her delicate wrist flicked expertly, and the previously light, teasing patter of the flogger's thongs morphed into a sharp, biting sting. James moaned into the supple fabric of the blanket and Lily felt her nipples harden at the carnal sound.

A fierce arc of electric, burning pleasure ripped through her abdomen, down the bumpy column of her spine, and liquefied in her pussy as her pink tongue darted out to wet suddenly dry lips. Again, her wrist snapped, and again the flogger splashed a smattering of small, red marks across James' tense shoulders.

"Fucking Merlin!" James moaned, pearly whites sinking into his lush bottom lip. Lily paused, hand trailing down his spine, between the globes of his splayed buttocks, pressing the anal plug deeper into him, eliciting a hiss.

"Do you want to come?" she whispered.

"Yes, please, yes…" The Animagus could feel his cock pulsing with need in tandem with his racing heart and groaned as the flogger cracked over his skin again, the sound like a sudden clap of thunder before the downpour. Blood rushed to mar his skin with crimson, the sharp burst of pain fading and gathering in the stiff length of his phallus.

"And do you think I will let you come, James?" The whip lashed once more, and again, James tried to stifle his loud sound of pleasure.

"Merlin's purple cock ring I hope so," he whispered, thinking she couldn't hear him. But she did and she grinned like the Cheshire cat. Flaming strands of hair shifted and swung over her should with a simple toss of her head as she leaned down, pressing her body against his, her hips rolling against his arse. Her fingers crept down his arms, twining with his and she buried her face into the crook between neck and shoulder.

"You always were unusually gifted in Divination, she murmured, allowing herself a single giggle, before she sat up again, and rose to a standing position, a foot on either side of her husband's hips. "Roll over," she told him. "Time for the naughty boy to get fucked."

James was flipped over in a second, his eyes roaming eagerly, hungrily up Lily's legs to the apex of her thighs, and then higher, over the barely-noticeable bulge of baby, to the seductive curve of the underside of her breasts, the only parts he could see (although he could imagine them spilling copiously, perfectly, from that bustier). Her eyes were like the magical dancing flames that Floo powder created, hot and dazzling and intensely green, and the messy-haired Animagus watched, his cock twitching uncontrollably, as Lily sunk to her knees around him.

He could feel the heat of her pussy, radiating out, over his cock from where she was poised over it, and whimpered. "Lily, I need you," he gasped, sure that the second his cock nudged apart those slick, puffy lips and tasted the nectar within, he would lose control.

Instead, Lily reached behind herself, drawing the ties that held her lingerie snug against her flesh, and with practiced ease, tugged the top of the bustier apart. James licked his lips, unable to look away from the lush, erotic curves of her breasts, bathed in light and shadow and beckoning him like a dreadful Siren to his own demise. His fingers twitched. "Please…"

The redhead smirked coyly and shook her head, placing her hands on his chest and leaning forward, amused as her husband's eyes flickered rapidly between the soft, hard nubs of her nipples, set atop the spill of tits from her clothing, and her own gaze. Her knees slid a few inches away from his body, and her dripping, throbbing core brushed the leaking head of his cock.

His hands curved around her hips, begging silently, but Lily merely tugged those powerful, calloused hands upward and back, to the gaping fastening of her lingerie. "Undress me." His fingers shook with need as he obeyed, gently pulling the laces loose so that the front of the garment sagged around his wife's peaches and cream flesh. The sound of his swallow was audible, even over their laboured heavy breathing.

The air around them was heavy and thick with arousal and electric lust, soupy and tangible as Lily tossed her head, her own patience nearing the breaking point, and it curled around their heated bodies. Finally, finally, the last of the lacing melted away under James' capable hands, and he tossed the bustier aside, not bothering to plead permission as he weighed both of her breasts in his hands, cupping them, molding them, flicking his thumbs over her hard little nip-ons. "Fuck!" His cock throbbed hard, and he bit his lower lip, trying to control himself, the way Lily was controlled.

But then Lily was growling, a wild tempting tigress staking claim on her mate, and he submitted willingly, letting his hands drop before she pinned them over his head. She thrust herself downward and his cock plunged ruthlessly into her tight wet heat. It was like being tied to a lightning rod in the midst of an electrical storm, the surge of power that sizzled and sparked through her body, arching her back and forcing a primal cry of completion from her throat. And then she was rising up again, James' strong hands guiding her hips as he moaned, before gliding back down and moaning again.

Their foreplay was against them, and both were too eager to savour the experience. By unspoken agreement, it was fast and reckless and messy, and utterly sublime. Her pussy slicked over his cock, coating it with her wetness and she groaned as the muscles in her thighs burned familiarly from the exertion. James thrust upward, meeting her halfway, and Lily shuddered, her orgasm shivering up her spine before exploding out of her in a hoarse, throaty scream and a hot gush of wetness between her legs.

James bucked once, twice more into her sopping, clenched hole, and lost himself to his own pleasure. He didn't notice the animal cry of passion that spilled from his lips, nor the pressure with which he gripped his wife's hips, or even that his eyes clenched shut with the force of his completion. All he could focus on was the shocking jolts of his come spurting deep in Lily's slick passage, and the pleasure that prickled like hot pins over his skin and electrocuted his organs.

He licked his lips, tasting sweat and Lily's hair, and then cracked one eyelid. His wife was panting, sprawled over him, and his softening cock was still to the hilt in her sex. His own chest rose and fell more rapidly than was entirely normal, and he felt that if he shifted even a fraction of an inch, the spell his sated lust made would shatter around him.

But then Lily groaned, coming back to life, and sat up, wincing slightly as she shifted off of him to curl into his side. "I love you James," she breathed, eyelids heavy and sleep clouding the intensity of her green eyes. She always liked a good sleep after sex, and so, he gathered her gently into his arms and closed his own eyes.

Just as consciousness began to slip away, he heard Lily mutter into his shoulder, "Remind me to thank Remus tomorrow."

"For?" he asked sleepily.

"For telling me when we started going together to keep on top of you." James chuckled softly as Lily yawned hugely and snuggled closer. "He was right. You and Sirius are trouble."

"I'll remind you," he promised in a croon.

"Good." And James settled in to sleep, with a smile on his face, thinking it ludicrous that the lycanthrope and Lily had taken to keeping them on the leash.

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Author's Note: so yes, I know this is like five days late, but…the thing is... Actually I have no decent excuses! D: LOL, review?? Even though I'm horrible? 'Did you fall for a shooting star?' Cheers!

PS. – Happy birthday to my sister!!! She turns twenty-two today (the 25th)! :D And if ever she reads this (oh Merlin I hope not), I love you Victoria!!