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“Oh Pansy,” Harry called out in a sing-song tone as he strode up to her in the dungeons of Hogwarts.

Pansy didn’t look at him right away. She had to put up just that little bit of a fight as all magical brats did. If she gave into him too quickly, then it wouldn’t satisfy her deep-seated, internal need to be a brat to one of the most powerful wizards alive. She stayed still with her back to him as her two friends turned around to confront Harry.

“Quit bugging Pansy, Potter,” Millicent Bulstrode said as she tried to pull Pansy away. She turned to Tracey Davis, the chestnut-haired witch next to her. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

Harry raised an eyebrow at Tracey. She’d told him off a little bit the other day when Harry made Pansy partner up with him in class, but that’d been an exception to her normally demure personality, at least when she was around him. Tracey rarely mocked or challenged Harry, unlike how Pansy and the others did. She’d tighten up her posture, dig her nails into the palms of her hands, and bite her tongue until he left. But sometimes it was just too much for her to hold back.

“Leave her alone,” Tracey told him in a quiet voice.

There she was again, holding herself back. Harry wondered why she did it. It wasn’t like Pansy and the other Slytherins had ever held back from insulting him.

“I just need to borrow her for a little bit,” Harry assured them. “Come on, Pansy.”

“I’m busy,” Pansy replied, barely glancing at Harry over her shoulder.

Their eyes met, and Harry gave her an intense look that reinforced the order he’d just given her. If this was how she wanted to play it, fine.

“Think carefully about this,” he told her seriously.

“We’ll go get Professor Slughorn if we have to,” Millicent snapped, stepping between Harry and Pansy. “Right, Tracey?”

Tracey hesitated just long enough for Millicent to shoot her an incredulous look. “Right,” she finally stammered out.

Harry ignored both of them. “Pansy, let’s go.”

“Make me,” Pansy snapped, falling back onto her favourite phrase.

Harry took two steps towards her before Millicent drew her wand. Harry eyed her warily. He knew that he could easily beat her in a duel, but he didn’t want to have to duel her in the first place. It’d interrupt the fun afternoon he had in mind.

“I’ll count to three,” Harry warned Pansy. “One, two, th—”

“Alright already,” Pansy huffed, nimbly dodging around Millicent. “Merlin, you're annoying.”

“I’m annoying?” Harry snorted in amusement.

“Pansy, don’t—” Millicent began to say.

“I’ll be fine,” Pansy told her. “I’ll meet up with you back in the common room. Potter probably needs help with his stupid potions work again.”

Before her friends could protest any further, Pansy grabbed Harry’s wrist and dragged him along behind her until they rounded the corner. Then, Harry suddenly shoved Pansy up against the closest wall and got his hands up underneath her skirt. He squeezed her two perfectly-formed arse cheeks roughly.

“You really do try my patience sometimes,” he growled softly as he stared her down. “I expect you to listen to me the first time from now on.”

“Or else what?” Pansy shivered in delight.

Harry grabbed Pansy’s arse roughly and hoisted her up into the air. She was forced to wrap her limbs around him for support lest she fall backwards onto the floor.

“Or else your punishments will only grow and grow,” Harry promised her.

He carried her into the closest abandoned room, uncaring if anyone saw them enter or not. He laid her down on the closest desk, rolled her over onto her front, and started spanking her arsecheeks back and forth for being such a brat.

Once he’d delivered twenty good smacks, he vanished all of their clothes off of their bodies and set Pansy down on the floor so that she could get to work. He didn’t even need to prompt her to get her all nestled between his thighs.

Harry grinned as he stared down at Pansy, who quickly got her lips sealed around the tip of his cock. Her arse wiggled in the air behind her, showing off just how red it was from all of the spanks he’d given her.

“Don’t pout,” Harry told her, despite the fact that he found her pouting to be incredibly hot. “You needed to be punished for being such a brat.”

Truly, she did. She’d always defied him in order to get his attention. It was exactly the type of thing any magical brat would’ve done.

Pansy sucked hard on his cock, pushing her head down until half of his length was in her mouth. Harry brushed her hair away from her pretty face to help her focus. The action seemed to annoy her as she glared up at him as she slowly teased her way back up to the tip of his cock.

“I’ll pout if I want to,” Pansy snapped back in reply. “You don’t control me.”

“No?” Harry raised an eyebrow at her.

Pansy hesitated a second before replying. “No,” she said firmly.

There was a challenging look in her eyes, and genuine lust there too. She wanted to see what she could provoke him into doing.

Merlin, she drove him insane.

“If you’re going to act like a bitch, then I’m going to take you like a bitch,” Harry told her.

Before Pansy could react, Harry was grappling her. Their naked bodies rubbed all over each other as Pansy made a half-hearted attempt to squirm out of his grasp, but she was really just rubbing her arse against his cock more than anything.

“Fuck you, Potter!” Pansy snapped.

Harry spanked her arse hard again. “My little brat’s got quite the mouth on her today. Let’s see if this’ll change your tune.”

He pinned Pansy down on her front, laying down over top of her so that he could use his heavier weight to keep her in place. He reached down, grabbed his cock, and lined it up with Pansy’s sopping wet entrance before ramming forward. He speared all the way inside of her tight pussy, filling her up and stretching her out the way that only he could.

“Yes,” Pansy hissed.

“Oh, so you wanted this?” Harry murmured huskily into her ear. “Well, then this isn’t very much of a punishment for a brat, now is it? Maybe I should just stop and—”

“No!” Pansy exclaimed, looking back at him in a panic. She whimpered lightly as her pussy clamped down around his cock. “Please, I’ll be good, Master.”

“Will you now?” Harry said with some amusement. “Fine, but I’ll be giving you a test. You’re not allowed to cum until I do. Got it?”

He knew that she’d never make it, not with how turned on she was. She was going to cum screaming his name in minutes, but she was going to try to do as he’d ordered, and that was what really mattered.

His brat was his, and she needed to be reminded of that from time to time. She needed to know that he was in charge and she was only here to fulfil his desires. And if she occasionally failed to do so along the way, then she’d only try harder the next time to do better.

Harry started pounding into Pansy’s tight pussy relentlessly. He wrapped his arm around her neck, applying just a light amount of pressure, as he slammed his hips down onto her reddened arse. His cock plunged as deep inside of Pansy’s pussy as it could go on each thrust, and she was panting and moaning in seconds.

It still astounded him as to how quickly she’d practically become dependent on him and his cock. She thrived whenever he dominated her like this. It left her with a warm glow and plenty of energy over the course of the next day despite how tiring their rough sex was. He wondered if it had anything to do with how magical brats were—he’d have to consult Sirius’ books again.

“Fuck!” Pansy cried out. “You’re fucking me so hard!”

She sounded amazed and overwhelmed all at the same time, which was exactly the state Harry wanted her in. He wanted her to remember why she’d do well to listen to him more quickly next time.

His cock throbbed needfully inside of her. Her walls kept twitching wildly around his cock, and it excited him so much to have such complete control over Pansy’s body. She needed him, and he needed his release too.

“Are you going to be a good girl and hang on?” Harry grunted as he fucked her. “Or are you going to be a brat and cum before you’re allowed.”

“I’m—oh, fuck!” Pansy bit her lip, trying to hold back for as long as she could. But it just wasn’t enough.

In barely any time at all, Pansy was cumming all over Harry’s cock. She was making incoherent noises as she thrashed underneath him, but Harry didn’t stop fucking her. The feeling of her tight pussy spasming around his cock felt too damn good for him to stop now. He kept pounding into her again and again until he too found his release.

A flood of cum filled Pansy’s pussy as Harry groaned loudly. He pumped his hips against her arse to make sure that every last drop ended up inside of her, and only then did he release his grip on her.

“Looks like you’re in for a punishment,” Harry told Pansy as he pulled his cock out of her pussy.

Pansy was too addled by pleasure to come up with much of a response. All she managed to do was open her mouth for Harry to shove his cock into so that she could lick him clean.

“For failing me, no sex for a week,” Harry told her seriously. He’d still have her suck his cock of course, but he wouldn’t have her finding any extra pleasure out of it. “And you’re not allowed to masturbate either. You need to learn some patience, so a week without orgasms seems like a fitting punishment.”

“No, master, please,” Pansy begged as she finished licking his cock clean. “I’ll do better next time, I promise.”

“Yes, you will,” Harry agreed. “Because you’ll have been punished properly.”

Pansy pouted again. “And I was going to do something nice for you.”

Nice? For him? How odd.

“And that would be?” Harry prompted her.

Pansy sat up and crossed her arms beneath her breasts petulantly, turning her face away from him. “I’m not telling you now.”

Harry bit back a sigh. Sometimes it was tiring dealing with a brat.

“Fine, I’ll lessen your punishment to just five days.”

“Three,” Pansy countered.

“Four days, but you’ll get tied up and spanked,” Harry compromised. Pansy paused to think about it for a moment, but Harry didn’t give her the chance. She’d won a deal out of him, so he needed to remind her who was still in charge here. “You have three seconds left to answer me. One—”

“Okay, deal,” Pansy said eagerly.

“Good brat,” Harry smiled at her. “Now, what’s this about doing something nice for me?”

“It’s about a secret,” Pansy began to explain with a sly grin. “You know that magical brats are rare because there are so few powerful wizards in the world, right?”

Harry nodded along. It was no secret that magical brats were a very rare magical phenomena. They only tended to pop up whenever an especially powerful wizard was born. People could go generations without seeing a magical brat in society, then as soon as a powerful wizard was born, half a dozen or more could suddenly appear at the same time. Of course, it would take years before the magical brats and the powerful wizard were grown up enough for people to recognise them for what they were.

“Well, they’re also rare because some of them are repressive brats,” Pansy continued. “They try to deny their impulses and hide away. They feel the same as magical brats, but they have much stronger control over their emotions and will. A magical brat with a natural talent for Occlumency is able to be a repressive brat if they try to lock away their true nature.”

Harry could see where she was going with this. “And you’re telling me that you know who one of these repressive brats are?”

Pansy beamed. “Yep.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you really going to play coy now? Do you need some more discipline?” He grabbed her sore arse roughly with a promise in his eyes of what was to come.

“No, I’ll tell you,” Pansy shivered in delight. “You already know her, in fact. It’s Tracey.”

Harry was a touch surprised to be honest. “I’ve never seen any indication that she’s a magical brat. How are you so sure?”

“Brats can sort of sense other brats,” Pansy said. “It’s a bit hard to explain, but it’s just a feeling in your gut. It’s similar to how I know that you’re a powerful wizard. Tracey’s definitely a repressed brat. I’ve even heard her moaning your name when she masturbates in bed after she thinks that all of us have gone to sleep.”

Harry hummed in thought. If Tracey really was a brat…

But wait. Did that mean that there were other brats around that Pansy knew about?

Harry narrowed his eyes at her. Maybe she was holding more back from him than she let on. He’d have to address this at a later date. For now, he had another brat to claim.

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As it turned out, Harry didn’t end up needing to search Tracey out to claim her. She came to him.

Just to make Pansy’s punishment really worthwhile, he’d taken to fondling her in the corridors between classes. Her needy, breathy little moans each time he brushed his palm across her panty-covered clit drove him wild, but he knew that it was even worse for her. He varied up his approaches. Sometimes, he brought her right up to the edge and then left her begging for more. Other times, he gave her just a gentle little touch to remind her how good he could make her feel and then went on his way. It was all based on his mood, and how bratty she’d been over the past couple of hours.

He had her pinned up against a wall now, his cock, still hidden within his trousers, pressed up against her arse. One hand was toying with her clit while his other was underneath her bra, fondling her breasts.

“Hermione didn’t do anything to you,” Harry growled in her ear. “Why are you being such a bitch to her today?”

“She’s, ah—” Pansy’s words broke off into a moan as Harry slipped a couple fingers inside of her tight pussy and used the palm of his hand to graze her clit. “She thinks she’s better than everyone else.”

“That’s because she is,” Harry retorted sharply. “She’s brilliant, beautiful, and a delight to be around. Unlike you, she doesn’t have to be a brat to get my attention. She stands out enough on her own.”

“She can’t fuck you like I can,” Pansy moaned, bending her knees so that his fingers pushed deeper inside of her. “She can’t take care of you like I can.”

“You’re jealous of her,” Harry chuckled, realisation flowing through him. “That’s why you keep putting her down, and so that you can get my attention on you. I never knew that having a brat was going to be so much work.”

“I—” Pansy’s knees crumpled as a tremor went through her body. Harry instantly pulled his fingers out of her pussy and stopped any form of pleasure from reaching her. Pansy instantly went to rub her clit in direct defiance of his orders for her not to cum until her punishment was over, but he grabbed her wrists just in time and pinned them above her head.

“Lick me clean,” he ordered her as he pressed his two fingers to her lips.

Pansy sucked on him eagerly, her tongue swirling around his fingers in an effort to show Harry exactly what she could do to his cock if he just bothered to get it out.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Harry glanced over his shoulder to see Tracey standing just a few feet away with a look of shock splayed out across her face. Her long, wavy, chestnut-brown hair hung loosely over her shoulders, laying on either side of her ample breasts. His gaze lowered down to her long legs and those adorable knee-high black socks she liked to wear.

“I’m just punishing Pansy for being such a brat today,” Harry informed Tracey casually, like they were talking about the weather. “I think she likes it.”

Pansy hadn’t stopped sucking and licking his fingers for even a second, even after she realised that Tracey was there. Her eyes were closed, and she was making the sweetest little moans as she continued her ministrations and rubbed her thighs together. Harry stopped her by pushing his knee in between hers, and Pansy’s eyes opened in a glare.

“This… I…” Tracey couldn’t find the words that she needed to use to express what was going through her mind right now.

“Pansy,” Harry said, getting her attention. “I’ll let you go back to your room and masturbate until you orgasm if you tell Tracey what you told me the other night.”

He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and wiped them clean on her uniform.

“I told you that Tracey’s a repressive brat,” Pansy said, desperate to get the words out so that she could run back to her dorm and pleasure herself. “She wants to be a brat and have you claim her, but she’s trying to suppress her nature because it’s not something a normal witch is supposed to do.”

“Thank you,” Harry smiled at Pansy. “You can run along now. Try not to be too loud to disturb your dormmates when you cum.”

“That’s what silencing charms are for,” Pansy called out over her shoulder as she already started running off, leaving Harry and Tracey alone together.

Tracey shifted awkwardly back and forth, not quite meeting Harry’s gaze. She made no attempts to deny Pansy’s words, nor to say anything to Harry about this revelation.

“You don’t need to hold yourself back, you know,” Harry told Tracey seriously as he took a step closer towards her. “You can say anything that’s on your mind while I’m around. Let yourself be free.”

Tracey’s eyes snapped up to meet his face. She looked like she wanted to reach out and touch him, but she forced herself to take a step back. It seemed as though his words and witnessing what he’d been doing to Pansy were setting off an internal conflict inside of her.

“You can be a brat all you want,” Harry said seriously. “But know that I’ll put you in your place. Look at how much better behaved Pansy has been recently.”

It was a lie, of course. If anything, she was acting out more than usual just to get his attention on her. But what was important was that she thrived under his attention. Her smile was brighter, her demeanour positively perky, and her energy levels were through the roof. Plus, he supposed that he did get to behave like a good girl, if only for short periods of time.

Brats could never fully be transformed into being good; they’d always inevitably revert back to their bratty ways. It helped keep their masters on their toes, always watchful for any signs of brattiness that they needed to squash. Ostensibly, it was to help train powerful wizards for their inevitable leadership positions in the world.

“I won’t be a brat,” Tracey protested weakly.

“Oh? Because you defying me sounds like exactly the type of thing a brat would do,” Harry grinned.

There was a slight flare of Tracey’s nostrils and a look in her eyes that screamed that she wanted to retort back, but something was still holding her back. She managed to regain control over herself long enough to take a deep breath.

“I’m not a brat,” she stated firmly without getting angry about it.

“Pansy thinks differently, and you’re definitely a brat,” Harry said. “Can’t you feel that pull on your magic when you’re near me? That innate desire to test me?”

“I think you just make everyone feel like doing that,” Tracey muttered under her breath.

Harry had to stop himself from smiling. He finally got her to crack, even if it was a far cry from the brattiness that Pansy liked to exude. Now, he needed to build on that.

“What was that?” Harry asked as he cupped his hand against his ear. “I need you to speak up a bit. Your little voice isn’t loud enough for me to hear.”

“I said that you’re annoying!” Tracey suddenly snapped. Her eyes widened the second she realised what she’d just said, and she slammed her hands over her mouth to stop anymore words from coming out.

“That’s more like it,” Harry nodded approvingly. “You’re finally letting your true self out.”

“That’s not who I really am,” Tracey protested. “You’re just so aggravating. I just want to…”

“Test me? Push me to my limits until I break and put you back in your place? Have me dominate you utterly and completely?” Harry raised an eyebrow at her. “All you need to do is stop hiding away and be who you truly are.”

“Make me.”

The words came out quiet, but there was no doubt that they were the ones Harry heard. Tracey was red cheeked and embarrassed but staring at him challengingly.

“Oh?” Harry said as a sly smile danced across his lips. “You want me to make you?”

“Didn’t you hear me the first time?” Tracey replied sarcastically. “Or are you that hard of hearing after getting smacked upside the head so many times in Quidditch?”

Harry chuckled, a deep rumbling sound emanating from his chest. He could work with this.

“I’m not hard of hearing,” he replied easily as he closed the gap even more between them. “I just couldn’t believe that I finally got you to crack.”

“You didn’t do anything,” Tracey argued strongly. “I just decided on my own that enough was enough. It’s high time someone reminded little Prince Potter that he’s not as great as he thinks he is.”

“Is that so?” Harry replied playfully. “Then please, tell me what I am.”

Tracey’s hands balled into fists at her side as she leaned forward towards him. “You’re nothing but a jumped-up, second-rate wizard who thinks that because he got lucky once against the Dark Lord that he’s the second coming of Merlin. Well, I’ve got news for you, you’re pathetic, and I don’t want to spend another second wasting my breath on you.”

Her heels clacked on the floor as she started to storm off.

“Stop,” Harry said in a commanding tone.

Instantly, Tracey stopped. She looked over her shoulder at him with a sneer. “You can’t make me do anything, Potter. I’ll go where I want, do what I want, and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

“Are you so sure about that?” Harry asked as he swept up behind Tracey.

Before she could do anything, he had his arms wrapped around her midsection, pinning her to him. Tracey instantly started squirming, trying to escape his grasp, even hitting his arms to try to break free.

“Let me go, Potter!” She shouted at him.

“I thought you said that I couldn’t make you do anything,” Harry retorted playfully. “Seems like I just made you stop.”

“Only because you’re a disgusting brute,” Tracey huffed.

“Now now,” Harry tutted. “That’s not very nice.”

“Well, bite me,” Tracey said.

“With pleasure,” Harry winked.

He dove his head down and kissed Tracey’s neck. She stiffened under his touch for a moment before melting into his embrace, even going so far as to let out a soft moan. He sucked hard on her skin, ensuring that he’d leave a nice red mark for everyone to see. Then, once he was satisfied, he bit down on her softly. He didn’t break her skin, but he did leave a small indentation of his teeth.

“Now that I’ve given you something you wanted,” Harry murmured huskily into her ear. “I think it’s time you repay the favour.”

“I’m not doing anything for you, Potter,” Tracey replied defiantly.

Harry chose to ignore her. “I want you to beg me for the opportunity to get fucked by me,” he told her.

Tracey snorted loudly. “Like that’ll ever happen.”

“Haven’t you noticed how happy Pansy’s been lately?” Harry asked her. “How much energy and life she seems to have? It’s because I’ve been fucking her and putting her in her place every single day. If you want to feel like that, then you’d do well to learn to listen to me, brat.”

“I’m not a brat,” Tracey snapped.

“Yes, you are,” Harry said. “You’re a brat, and you’re going to be mine. Now, I won’t ask you again. Beg me to fuck you, and tell me exactly how you want it. If I’m impressed, I might even do exactly what you’ve requested.”

He released Tracey then, letting her feel the lack of warmth without his body pressed against hers. She needed to make the choice herself as to what to do. Would she fully give in to her status as a magical brat, or would she reject it for good?

The turmoil in her eyes played out plain for Harry to see. She’d stayed repressed for so long that it was difficult to go against that habit, but he could see her desire to let her inner brat out. She had a master ready and waiting to accept her, if only she’d give in and become his.

“Please, master,” Tracey began quietly.

“Louder,” Harry told her.

“Please, master,” she repeated much louder. “I need you to fuck me and put me in my place. I’ve been a bad girl for so long, hiding away my true nature. I need you to teach me a lesson and remind me of who I truly am. I want you to lay me down on my back and fuck my tight little pussy until you’ve pumped it full of cum, and then I want to catch it as it spills out of me and eat it. I want you to humiliate and degrade me utterly and completely. Break me down and remind me of the brat I am. Then, I’ll be yours.”

He was on her in an instant, kissing her soft lips passionately. Tracey returned the kiss eagerly, even as Harry pushed her back into a wall. He grabbed her hips and pressed his growing erection against her belly, letting her feel just how large he was.

“You’re mine, brat,” Harry said possessively.

Tracey captured Harry’s bottom lip between her teeth and bit down gently, just as he’d bit down on her neck earlier. She had a playful spark in her eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“You’ll have to prove it to me,” Tracey said challengingly.

It was a race up to the seventh floor to reach the Room of Requirement. Harry pulled Tracey through the halls behind him, and he could feel her lustful gaze on his back the entire time.

When they reached the appropriate corridor, Harry conjured up a bedroom that looked like something out of a fancy hotel. Massive windows looked over the Hogwarts grounds, letting in the late-afternoon light, but Harry drew heavy drapes over them. He didn’t need anyone accidentally seeing what was going on in this room.

Candles ignited as the room fell into darkness, offering a warm glow. The fireplace lit next, giving the air of a romantic encounter.

“Strip,” Harry ordered Tracey as he turned around hungrily to face her.

“Why don’t you strip me?” Tracey asked playfully as she teased the hem of her skirt.

“That’s not how this is going to work,” Harry told her sternly. “You do what I say, not the other way around.”

“But don’t you want to have fun taking my clothes off?” Tracey asked him as she gave him a saucy wink.

He could see what she was doing here. Even though her words weren’t harsh, she was trying to challenge him. She was trying to see how easily he’d give into her whims, even if the end goal was similar to the one that he had planned out.

“No,” Harry answered firmly. “Now, get naked. I won’t ask again.”

He saw a slight tremble of delight run down Tracey’s body as she began to obey his command. She knew now that he wasn’t going to be beaten so easily, and that only made her more eager to give into his commands.

Harry enjoyed watching Tracey strip. As each bit of her curvy body was revealed to him, his erection only grew and grew. He’d already been incredibly turned on from fooling around with Pansy earlier, and he was more than ready to get his cock wet.

Tracey’s breasts were definitely larger than Pansy’s. They were full, round, sat high on her chest, and had lovely pink nipples that stood at attention. Her hips were wider than Pansy’s too, but her arse was smaller. That was fine though, because Harry’s eyes quickly focused on the neatly-trimmed hair above her pink slit as she pulled her black panties down to her ankles.

Tracey kicked her clothes off to the side and stood before him completely bare. “Well?” She raised an eyebrow at him as she twirled around in a circle to show herself off.

“You’ll do,” Harry replied cockily.

Tracey snorted. “I’ll do? I’m better than that. Let me guess, you’re trying to put me down because you’ve got a tiny cock and—”

Her words faded as Harry vanished his clothes off of his body, letting Tracey see just how long and thick his cock actually was. Her pupils dilated as she stared at him with undisguised lust.

“You’ve really come into your own, brat,” Harry said as he approached her. She wanted him to humiliate and berate her, didn’t she? Well, he could do that. “But you’re still a second-class brat next to Pansy.”

“Please,” Tracey sniffed. “She’s nothing, I can assure you. I’m—”

Harry shoved Tracey onto the bed and leapt on top of her. Her breasts jiggled beautifully as she settled on the bed, staring up at Harry with her lips barely parted.

“You’re nothing,” Harry corrected her. “Just a hole to fuck until Pansy’s done with her punishment. But if you impress me today, maybe I’ll reconsider that.”

Tracey narrowed her eyes at him, but before she could speak, Harry grabbed his cock and lined it up with her sopping wet entrance. Her mouth froze in place as she looked down with a mixture of terror and excitement as Harry just barely pushed forward. Her pink lips had to stretch wide to accommodate just the tip of his cock inside of her.

Harry had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from groaning. Tracey’s pussy felt hot like a furnace. She was so slick that it was hard for him not to slide the rest of the way inside of her, even with how tight her walls felt around him.

“You’re my brat,” Harry told Tracey. “And a slut. If you want me to fuck you just the way you want, then you’d best remember that. Now, what are you?”

“I’m Tracey,” she said challengingly.

Harry spat on her face. The thick glob of saliva splashed across her eyes and started to drip down her cheeks.

Tracey gasped and looked at him with shock. “Did you just—?”

Harry spat on her face again. “Answer me when I ask you a question, brat, or I won’t be so nice next time.”

Tracey whimpered, but it was only pleasure in ecstasy in her eyes. “I’m your brat, and a slut.”

“My slut,” Harry told her.

“Your slut,” she quickly corrected.

“Good. Now tell me, what do you want me to do to you now?” Harry asked her.

There was only one answer that Tracey could give: “Ruin me.”

Tracey screamed out in delight as Harry rammed his cock the rest of the way inside of her. Her walls struggled to accommodate his massive girth as he filled her up so suddenly, but Harry couldn’t care less. Her pussy felt so fucking good wrapped around his cock, and he was going to ruin her exactly the way she had asked for.

Harry didn't give Tracey a break to catch her breath or adjust to his size inside of her. No, he went straight to fucking her hard and rough. Bracing himself on his elbows, Harry started pounding straight down into Tracey’s pussy, filling her up completely with each and every thrust. He wanted her to know that her new master was going to properly take care of all of her sexual needs. There wasn’t anyone else around who could fuck her like this, and she needed to know that. It would be a good reminder of exactly why she needed to be a good girl when she was being a brat, but today was all about breaking her in.

“Your pussy’s tight for a slut like you,” Harry complimented Tracey as he grunted. “Can’t believe you didn’t give into your true nature sooner.”

“I should have,” Tracey moaned madly, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them tightly as her body rocked back and forth on the bed. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You’d best remember that the next time you’re being a brat,” Harry told her seriously.

“I will,” Tracey promised.

Harry’s cock slammed home into Tracey’s pussy again. He hesitated pulling his hips back for just a moment so that he could truly relish the way that Tracey’s walls flexed around his shaft. It felt like she was trying to squeeze the life out of him… or his cum.

He was going to fill her up with his hot, sticky cum when the time was right, and then he was going to watch her eat it just as she’d promised to do. The thought of it turned him on so damned much that he could barely wait to get to that point, but he wasn’t going to ruin his first experience with Tracey by cumming so quickly.

Tracey’s moans were like music to his ears as he kept fucking her as roughly as he did to Pansy. He was impressed that she was managing to maintain control over herself for so long. Pansy had turned into a drooling mess the first time he’d been with her, but Tracey managed to keep a bit more of her decorum. Or, she would have had it not been for his spit dripping down her cheeks.

“Who do you belong to, brat?” Harry asked Tracey.

“You,” she replied instantly.

He grabbed her throat and squeezed. He applied most of the pressure to the sides of her neck so that she could still breathe, but he made sure that she felt his grip all the way around her slender neck.

“That’s right,” he said as he stared into her beautiful brown eyes. “You belong to me, and that means that your behaviour reflects upon me. If I ever catch you being a brat, I’ll need to punish you. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” Tracey moaned again, pushing herself against his tight grip.

Her walls fluttered around his cock perfectly. It felt like she was trying to tease the tip of his cock every time he thrust back into her.

“Harder, please,” Tracey begged him.

She was so desperate for every last drop of pleasure that Harry could give her. It was admirable, really. She was doing all she could to obey him, but she was still subtly testing the limits of their relationship. She was seeing how much control she could exert over his actions by asking him to do something that he’d likely want to do himself.

None of this was lost on Harry, but right now, he couldn’t truly bring himself to care. It was something he’d have to watch out for in the future, but for now, he was ready to do as she asked.

“Only because you’ve been such a good brat,” Harry told her as he fucked her with all of his strength.

“Fuck! Harry!” Tracey screamed as her body began to thrash about.

She was cumming hard around his cock, letting out a string of unintelligible words as her pleasure overwhelmed her mind entirely. On another day, Harry might have punished her for cumming before him, but he was too close himself to bother to care. He kept fucking her hard, even when the sheer tightness of her made it difficult. Her pussy gushed around his cock on his next thrust inside of her, and that was the last thing that set him off.

Harry pumped a hot and thick load into Tracey’s pussy. It was a torrent that filled her up. Harry groaned, finally getting his daily release that he needed so badly, and Tracey cried out his name again as she grabbed his arse and pulled him as deep inside of her as he could go. He kept spewing his seed until there was nothing left.

The two of them were breathless as they finished their copulation. Tracey looked thoroughly ravished, but she had the biggest smile on her lips.

“I still have to fulfil the last of what I said I’d do tonight, master,” she told him dutifully.

“That’s right, you do,” Harry nodded in agreement.

He pulled his cock out of her pussy and watched as she cupped her hand beneath her swollen entrance. A steady stream of his cum mixed together with her juices began to flow out of her pussy and into her hand. She collected it all with an eager look, and once she was satisfied that she had all of it, she brought her hand up to her lips.

Tracey waited until Harry’s eyes were on hers before she started to lick up his cum. She was slow, only collecting little bits at a time, but she worked methodically to get every last drop. Once she had, she showed off her clean hand to him.

“Good girl,” Harry grinned at her.