Ginny was fuming mad that she'd been stuck with Blaise as a partner – he could see it in the set of her shoulders and in the fire in her eyes. He inwardly chuckled, enjoying her discomfort. He did find it strangely fortuitous that he'd drawn her for his game companion, considering Drake hadn't been able to cheat to arrange it for him. It must have been Fate, he supposed, just as Malfoy had explained the odd coincidence to Granger. Apparently, he'd been meant to have this time with the Weasley girl, and so he intended on making the most of it.
They squared-off on either side of the white bed, with its white blankets and pillows, in their floor-to-ceiling white room, her staring at him with distinct loathing, while he stood in parallel opposition, infinitely pleased with the idea of being her 'date' for the duration. They'd been silent for the past five minutes, neither willing to back down.
"For Godric's sake," his redheaded fascination finally growled. "Are you going to go first or shall I? 'Cause I've got places to be and better people to see."
"So forfeit," he challenged, smirking at her.
Ginny scoffed. "Not a chance."
"Fine. Since I drew my card first, I'll go," he decided, and read the card out loud to her… DEED: Spank and/or rub sensually your partner's naked bum over your lap.
His partner gasped and turned white as a ghost.
A sneaky suspicion overtook him. "It's one of yours, isn't it?"
Glumly, she nodded. "I don't suppose you'd consider not doing it?"
Even before the fifth word was out of her mouth, Blaise heartlessly dashed her hopes against the rocks, shaking his head. "I'm not quitting this game until I'm satisfied, Weasley, and that won't happen until after you're under me, screaming my name to the rooftops as I fuck you six ways from Sunday."
"You unmitigated bastard!" she hissed in fury. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes spit fire. At her side, her fists were clenched, and her chest heaved with violence. "I'll fight you tooth and nail! I won't make this easy for you!"
Leering, Blaise gazed into her dark sienna depths with lustful anticipation, feeling his blood ignite in his triumph. He thought up what he wanted to fulfill this requirement, and next to him appeared a white cozy chair with no arms. He took a seat in it, adopting a lazy, exalted posture. "You might want to ditch the jacket at the same time as your knickers." When she didn't immediately move, he let his witch stew for thirty extra seconds. "Every minute you delay I'm taking out of your time, you know. And as the first to go, if I don't get in my twenty-five minutes, that means you've forfeited the game."
With a sneer of unadulterated hatred, Ginevra Weasley stripped off her jacket, untying the ribbon and whipping it through the eyelets with quick, nimble fingers. Shucking the coat from her shoulders, she caught it and folded it, placing it on the bed with care. Angry though she was with him, clearly she wasn't going to ruin her outfit for his sake.
When he caught a look at what little she was wearing under the jacket, Blaise's heart leapt into his throat. It was a simple slip dress that narrowed at the waist, showing off her curves. It had a plunging sweetheart neckline that allowed the barest amount of succulent cleavage to show. Lacy spaghetti straps held it in place. Wearing just that and the thigh-high stockings and the heels… "Beautiful, my little lioness," he breathed in awe. "Flirty, sexy." He smiled, throwing her his best sultry smile. "I like it very much."
She sniffed with disdain. "I didn't wear it for you. I was honestly hoping for Seamus."
Whatever warmth Blaise had managed to siphon out of their minimal discussion so far was leached away with that one comment. In its place settled the ugly, bile-laden acid of jealousy.
Finnigan. Of all the males she could have named…
Fuckin' fairy.
"Tick, tock, Weasley. Get that arse over here so I can spank it good."
Ginny gave him a flat stare. "You fink. Torturing me with my own slagging card! What kind of man are you anyway?"
He narrowed his eyes, his ire increasing. "The kind that's going to give it to you like you deserve, woman. Now take your knickers down and lay across my lap before I call foul."
Her cheeks were bright crimson with mortification as she reached up under her dress and took off a pair of black, satin-lace panties, putting them on the bed next to her jacket. It then required two more deep breaths and apparently a whole lot of Gryffindor courage for her to walk over to him and bend over his lap. Hanging with her head down, she waited for his first blow to land, awkwardly tense.
Gently, Blaise lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her bare bum to his hot stare.
"My, what a sweet arse you have, Ginevra," he murmured, thoroughly entranced. Rubbing all along the curves of her buttocks in slow circles, he began his torment of his heart's greatest obsession. His fingers danced across her waist, smoothing down her hip to cup the soft mounds of her backside. "Such pretty, creamy skin…soft and curvy," he said as he continued caressing her, unable to deny his need to touch every inch of her skin. Dipping into the sway at her spine's end, he circled the tiny mole she had just above her right cheek. "Your uniforms do your bum no justice, my little lioness. I'd have never known how delicious this side of you was if not for this game."
"Just get it over with," she growled, her nails clenching into the plush, white shag rug beneath their feet.
"Eager to be punished?" he wondered aloud, continuing to torture her with tender contact. "Tell me, has anyone ever sexually spanked you before, Ginevra?"
She barked a laugh. "Loads of men have. Plenty of times. You'd be no different."
An expert on ferreting out untruths amongst his Housemates, Blaise heard the obvious lie in her voice, said out of a need to falsify bravado in the face of her shame. "Tsk, tsk. Lies aren't a Gryffindor trait, kitten." "No, they're the province of you slimy Slytherins," she goaded him.
"Perhaps," he acknowledged, running a single digit up the middle of her cheeks, barely touching the tiny entrance to her rear. He purposefully stroked the spot with expert attention, wanting to prolong his getting to know her in this manner. "Has anyone ever fucked you here?" he asked, tickling the small hole.
His partner sharply inhaled and held her breath, and her back cheeks tightened up. "Don't," she choked, clearly uncomfortable with him touching her there. "You can spank me and rub me outside, but don't–"
She faltered, losing her nerve.
"Don't what, Ginevra?" he asked, sincerely curious now. She sounded and acted as if she were terrified, which was wholly uncharacteristic for his brave lioness.
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