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Rose showed her Auror badge as she entered the prison.
“I’m here to talk with Prisoner Blaise Zabini.”
“For what?”
“I’m part of the Aurors investigating him and need to speak with him.”
The prison guard scanned her badge before letting her through.
“Cell 5, you can follow the map.”
Rose looked at the map and walked down the hall. She had memorized the directions prior, but it didn’t hurt to double check. She could feel the stillness of the air as the hairs on her skin shivered. Even though Dementors weren’t used to guard Azkaban, it was still an eerie place. And it was also due to who she was seeing.
Blaise Zabini was the leader of one of the most notorious potion smuggling rings and had recently been arrested. Rose had played a role in his arrest, but Blaise didn’t know that. And if he did, he had made no indication regarding that. But it wasn’t just being in the presence of the notorious criminal that made her skin prickle. It was seeing the man who had given her the most mindblowing sex she had ever experienced and ruined her for anyone else.
It had started when Rose had managed to infiltrate as a lowly assistant. It wasn’t hard as Zabini ran one of the most prestigious firms in the world, let alone Wizarding Britain. The goal was to come across some documents that would help build a case that the company was a front for illegal activity. It wasn’t hard to get a job working closer with Zabini; she had impeccable grades and had worked as an assistant in the Aurors office. Rose wasn’t worried that she was coming directly from the Aurors office to his firm. It was quite common for people to move from the Aurors to private companies and she was a secretary so even less for people to be suspicious. It didn’t take long for Zabini to notice her.
“I didn’t realize the daughter of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger was working here.”
“I’d like to be thought of separately from my parents,” retorted Rose.
He raised his eyebrows at her response and Rose saw the way his eyes glazed over her body. It wasn’t much longer until the relationship between Zabini and her turned sexual. She had seen the way he had shamelessly eyed her, but she had seen that with other women too. But with her she realized that he viewed her weak and innocent. As an attractive warm body that he could take advantage of. And Rose was more than willing. She had no qualms about using her body to her advantage and there was a thrill in pretending to be this naive woman to take down a powerful man like Blaise Zabini.
What Rose hadn’t expected after the first time shagging him was the pampering. As dominating as he liked to be in the bedroom, that was matched by excessive gifts. On the outside they had a simple workplace agreement; his company paid her salary and she did work for him. Privately they had another agreement, she would be his in the bedroom, and in exchange she would receive special perks.
She walked past some more guards before turning left towards his cell. She had managed to get permission by telling the Aurors office that she had some further questions she could ask to extract information. That was all nonsense. She had wanted something from him, but it was nothing related to the case. It was to quench an aching she had.
Rose remembered the last time they had shagged. It was in his Chateau in France right before he was arrested. They had spent an entire week there and Rose was pretty sure she was naked for most of it.
Rose rode Blaise lazily as he was propped up on his elbows. It was early in the afternoon, so enough time after their morning shag for Blaise to go again. Of course he had found time in between taking care of business to pleasure her.
“Does William want another sibling? What will he say when his brother’s mom is the same age as him?”
Blaise slapped her bum in response but she could feel him twitch inside of her. Rose wasn’t stupid, she wasn’t going to let him impregnate her. Even if she knew he wasn’t about to be arrested, it would be a dumb idea.
“Cheeky witch,” he said, reaching up to pinch a nipple.
She continued to roll her hips teasingly as he occasionally would thrust up. She could feel him get harder and harder before he flipped their positions such that he was now on top. She loved the way their coupling would start lazily, but he would suddenly flip a switch and dominate her. He pushed her knees back giving him more access to pump into her. Her hands clawed his back as he kissed her roughly.
“Do you want to carry my baby for the whole world to see?”
She yelped as he thrust into her again.
“I’d spoil my baby girl,” he grunted as they raced to completion.
Soon after, she was cuddled up in his arms. He placed soft kisses on her skin before she propped up.
“I’m going to get some water,” she said, getting up.
He brought his face to her bum as she got off the bed, nipping at her cheeks. His hot breath on her core sent shivers throughout her body.
She exited the room, a part of her sad that she would never shag him again. He might be a criminal warlord, but he was excellent in bed, and Rose wasn’t sure if she could find anyone that would compare.
He had never suspected her. And he never had reason to. When he was escorted out, she was all tied up. Plus, she had months of intimate access to him. She could have fucked him over at any moment yet she didn’t.
She rounded the corner and showed the guard her badge. He opened the door and let her in without any questions.
“What do you want?”
His commanding voice made her core wet.
“You’d think someone locked up would be nicer to visitors.”
He looked up at her surprised. But that surprise soon turned into something more. He was wearing the prison jumpsuit, but otherwise seemed to be in good shape. His eyes roved over body, she was wearing trousers with a button down shirt tucked in.
“What are you doing here?”
“No, how are you Rose?”
“Why are you here?”
“You know why.”
He smirked before saying, “Then tell me.”
“You might be behind bars, but you’re still my daddy.”
He locked eyes with her and she could see the lust in his face.
“Then strip. Remind daddy of what he’s missing.”
She unbuttoned her pants before slowly shimmying them off her. Her untucked shirt rolled onto her thighs. She could see his starving gaze trail down her legs.
“Do you want to know what color my knickers are?”
She could see his throat bob, but she was impressed with his otherwise self control.
“Stop.”
It wasn’t a request. It has a command. And it made Rose’s body coil with arousal. She locked eyes with him before he gave her a knowing glance. She lifted her shirt revealing her ruby knickers before dipping her fingers under them.
“Your favorite.”
The knickers were a gift from him that he absolutely loved. She sighed as she rubbed her fingers against her folds. His gaze was locked in on her hands. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure of playing with herself. This wasn’t her first time doing this in front of him, nor was she hoping it would be her last.
“Slower,” he commanded as her fingers started to increase their pace.
“Tell me what you are thinking of?”
She opened her eyes to look at him.
“I am thinking about how much I missed my daddy and how much I want to impress him.”
“Is that it?”
“I want to please you sir. I want you inside of me.”
He beckoned her closer and her body boiled in anticipation. Rose hadn’t realized how much she had missed his touch until his fingers rubbed her thighs. He lifted up her shirt and brought his lips to her stomach placing feathery kisses on her skin. They locked eyes when his finger finally touched hers.
His fingers coiled around hers as they rubbed her slit in unison. He stood up and kissed her softly, silencing the moans from her mouth. He took over the pace of their fingers repeatedly bringing her to the edge. His other hand crept up her shirt while he buried his face in her neck.
“Is this what my favorite baby girl has been missing?”
Rose had to make sure not to moan too loudly to alert the guards.
“Please, sir,” begged Rose.
She tried moving her fingers faster but he was too strong. She rubbed her hips trying to get more friction against their fingers, but he eventually relented. He increased their speed and she soon was on the verge of coming. One more stroke and Rose had to stick her other hand in her mouth to silence her moan.
“How I missed this,” said Blaise before bringing his lips to hers.
He kissed her gently, slowly using his tongue to prod open her mouth. It was this confidence and skill that Rose missed. No men her age were this talented. His hands removed the buttons on her shirt while she took off his prison suit.
“Still in shape,” said Rose, tracing over his toned chest.
“Nothing else to do. Between that and thinking of you.”
“I think today will give you enough material for a while,” teased Rose.
He shrugged her shirt off her shoulders exposing her bare chest.
“No bra?”
“Like old times,” responded Rose.
He looked down at the tits he had feasted on numerous times with a renewed sense of vigor. He thumbed her nipples with his fingers.
“Has Nathan made moves on you?”
He was Blaise’s scheming underling and Rose knew he would get jealous of the time Rose spent with him working.
“As if I was your only girl.”
He pinched her nipple roughly.
“I have not seen Nathan since, relax,” she said, rolling her eyes.
It was moments like this where she saw the facade on him break down. The signs of jealousy that showed he did have some emotion. Instead of retorting, he brought his head down to her chest. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he sucked her sharp peak. His talented mouth kissed around the skin of her breast before going for another suck. She steadied her breath trying to drown out her loud moans with sharp breathing. His mouth moved in slow fashion, savoring her chest and taking good care of her.
“Daddy will take good care of you,” he purred, before moving to the other side.
He spent ample time on her breasts and Rose was brought back to their days of endless shagging. It had been an unexpected perk of being an Auror, and one she had told no one about. She always wondered what other secrets her fellow Aurors held, and more specifically what secrets her dad and uncle had. He pulled away and looked up at her.
Knowing how to best torment him, Rose got on her knees and unzipped his trousers. She took out his length and then turned around and knelt on all fours.
“I haven’t been punished lately,” she said, waggling her arse in his face.
She knew he wanted to spank her, but the sound would alarm the guards. There was a part of her that was a bit worried he still might do it, but she knew he wouldn’t. It wasn’t the guards, but the fact that he didn’t want to be broken by her. She could feel him kneel behind her and was prepared for his length. She yelped when he buried his face in her core instead.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, teasing her with his tongue.
He brought her to the edge before slowing down.
“Maybe spanking you like I wanted to would have been a far less punishment than this.”
“It’s not too late,” panted Rose.
He suddenly replaced his mouth his length as he sheathed himself inside of her. She threw her head back in pleasure at the familiar sensation of being filled by him. She stifled her moans to not alert the guards instead whimpering as he pounded into her. His hands gripped her thighs as their legs banged against each other.
“Is this what you dream of every night,” he grunted.
He was letting out weeks of sexual frustration and desire and Rose was lapping it up. She let him completely dominate her. He suddenly pulled out of her before lifting her off the ground. He laid her back on the bed in the cell before draping her legs over his shoulders.
“So fucking tight,” he said, as he thrust back into her.
Rose widened her hips and thrusted upwards to match his ferocity. He brought his face down to hers kissing her roughly. She sucked on his tongue and loved the way he twitched inside of her.
“Fuck yes,” hissed Rose, as he sucked a nipple hard.
He left bruising kisses on her skin while her hands marked his back. Rose couldn’t care less if the guards questioned him on the scars. His hands held her thighs in place as she moved helplessly beneath him.
“Please, daddy,” begged Rose as she approached completion.
She was trying to exert all willpower to not make any noise and she could sense that Blaise knew that. He smashed her mouth with his just as she came, moaning into his mouth. She could feel his length milk her orgasm before he spasmed inside of her. It was a tidal wave of pleasure washing over her body; one that only Blaise could bring to her.
A few moments later, the two were dressed like nothing had happened.
“They never said visitation could be this nice.”
She kissed him slowly, savoring his soft lips.
“Until next time.”
“Next time,” he asked questioningly.
She gave him a wink before exiting the cell.