Back in Time (Ch. 9)(Exclusive)

Back in Time

Chapter 9

Narcissa ran her ivory hairbrush that was inlaid with mother of pearl through her long, luscious locks of silvery gold hair. She counted as she brushed. Her mother had always forced her to use one hundred strokes every night before bed. It was something that had stuck with her, even now that she was considered a grown woman with a husband and house of her own. However, Narcissa wasn’t getting ready for bed … at least in the traditional sense. She was determined to look her best for her new husband. The answer as to why was simple. Once again, she wanted something.

It wasn’t just something that she wanted. Harry would always give her whatever she wanted, as long as it was in reason. But for things of the eye-widening variety, he often demanded payment for it. Not in gold, of course … but with her body. Narcissa actually respected him more for that. It was a very Slytherin thing to do. Nobody got anything for free, even your spouse. If Harry wanted to do some truly perverted things to her body, she would allow him, at a cost. The hairbrush she was using, for example, was a reward after a long night of anal play. Narcissa definitely didn’t complain about that. The hairbrush was a Makionivich creation. Literally, only one other woman in magical Britain had one, and that one wasn’t as ornate as hers. During her brunch with her fellow female socialites, she nearly came on the spot when she showed it off to her “friends”. The sheer jealousy on their faces had her pussy wet throughout the rest of their meal. She lived for moments like that, and truth be told, she loved chasing that feeling.

She loved the feeling of using her charms and feminine wiles to get what she wanted from her husband. Moreover, she loved being forced to act like a whore to get what she wanted. Harry and she had a great dynamic that she hoped would continue far into the future. At the moment, however, it wasn’t time for fun and games. Narcissa wanted … no, needed something.

Adela Parkinson let something slip, likely on purpose, during the last meeting of their little club. The famous dressmaker, Antonio Gallerani was about to drop his newest line of magical dresses. Somehow, the famous Italian could enchant the silk fabric in many wondrous ways. Unfortunately, he only created around twenty-four dresses every season. This season, unfortunately, the number was going to be limited to only ten. Apparently, the man had been dealing with some medical issues and hadn’t been able to work for the last month or so. Narcissa couldn’t care less about his well-being. She only cared about the fact that only TEN dresses were being made. She absolutely had to have one!

She was already kicking herself for not knowing this piece of information. How that pug-faced bitch Adela found out was anyone’s guess. Narcissa just played it off as if it were old news. On the inside, however, her heart was beating a thousand times a second. Adela, and possibly the other women, already had a head start on her. This didn’t even take into consideration that other women from around the world were dying for a dress as well. Narcissa had her work cut out for her.

Back in Time

Harry was at his desk going over the Peverell family account. He smiled at the very large number at the bottom of the ledger. His coffers were steadily increasing. Already he was the talk of the town. With how fast his wealth was growing, many of the pureblood elite were seething. The old families were stuck in their ways. Many had businesses that dated back hundreds of years, and as such, they couldn’t just expand or start a new one. If they pulled money from their existing business, it would likely end up suffering. The risk was dangerous for them. Harry, on the other hand, could dip his toes into any business that he wanted. A knock on the door had him looking up.

“Enter!” he called out. Harry already knew who it was. Bella was out researching other fight clubs for Harry to join, even though he had no desire to. Andromeda was spending time with her mother, even though she had no desire to. That only left Cissy. He wasn’t surprised when she walked in. Though he was surprised at the outfit that she had on.

Cissy came in, hips swaying while wearing the shortest black skirt that he had ever seen. From the front, it was barely enough to cover her crotch. The white blouse that she was wearing was unbuttoned, and he could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her hard nipples were poking through the fabric while her cleavage was practically spilling out of the top. On her legs were gray, knee-high socks that showed off all of her smooth, toned thighs. On her feet, she wore the standard Mary Janes that every Hogwarts girl wore. Cissy looked like the sexiest Hogwarts student imaginable. The fact that she looked like a seventh-year who was wearing a first-year’s uniform made it even better. She walked up to his desk and hopped on. As she sat down, the skirt rode up, exposing the bottom of her cheeks. Cissy crossed her legs and smiled at him. Harry decided to play her little game.

“What can I do for you, Love?” he asked, smiling politely. She smiled back and leaned in. She captured his lips in a soft and sweet kiss.

“I just felt like seeing you,” she lied. He glanced down and saw her caressing the length of her thighs with the tips of her delicate fingers. Harry loved her smooth, pale skin. He took every opportunity to kiss, lick, and nip at any part of her body that he could get his hands on.

“Did you now?” Harry asked, scooting his chair back and standing up. He walked around his large desk and stood in front of her. Placing his hands on her thighs, he leaned in and kissed her. Cissy moaned as she opened her mouth to allow his tongue inside. Narcissa was a great kisser, Harry thought as he explored her smooth, warm skin. Narcissa broke the kiss and opened her legs enough for Harry to stand between them.

“Mhmm,” she smiled. “But I was hoping that you’d be willing to do something for me,” she told him sexily.

“Oh?” Harry raised an eyebrow as if he were truly surprised. “And what’s that?”

“You see, My Love … There’s this Italian dress designer, and well …”

“You’d like a dress?” he finished. She nodded, making sure to keep her eyes looking big and beautiful. Narcissa knew how to get what she wanted out of men.

“It’s possible that that could be arranged,” Harry said slyly. He stepped back and went around to the front of his desk. He went into a drawer and pulled something out. Coming back around to Cissy, he ordered her to stand up, which she did.

“Pull your panties down a little,” she smirked at her. Cissy’s cheeks warmed, but she did as she was told. Pulling the font down, she exposed her smooth mound, her clit, and her damp slit. Immediately, the scent of her pussy hit her nostrils. Suddenly, his fingers touched her clit, making her squeal and jump.

“What is that?!” she squealed as her clit began to tingle. Harry chuckled.

“It’s a thick lubricant that makes the skin incredibly sensitive,” he explained before holding up a soft, rubber disc about the size of a Galleon. He then reached down and placed it over her clit. With a tap of his wand, the rubber disc began pulsating and “sucking” her swollen clit. Narcissa cried out and clamped her legs together, holding her pussy with both hands as she tried not to fall over from the pleasure. Harry cheekily grabbed her hand and pulled her around his desk. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her up and sat her on his desk. Harry then sat back in his chair and continued to do his daily work.

Cissy closed her eyes and whimpered as the round disc stimulated and tugged on her hard clit. The lubricant had made her clit so sensitive that she was having trouble holding it together. She was ready to cum at any moment. She didn’t see her bastard of a husband smirking while scratching away with his quill. Her scent was nearly overpowering as she squirmed on his desk. Narcissa could feel that her panties were ruined. They were so wet that they were sticking to her taut pussy lips. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her hand moved her skirt out of the way, and her fingers had just started to dip into the waistband of her panties when Harry stopped her.

“No touching,” he ordered, not even looking at her. Instead, the bastard was writing a letter to a potential business partner.

“B-But I need it!” she whined pathetically. Her body was spasming, and her hips were bucking. A slight breeze against her pussy would likely make her cum explosively right then.

“Then you’ll have to work for it,” Harry told her. “Under the desk.”

Narcissa squeaked as she slid off of his desk and got on her knees. She crawled underneath the desk where she was hidden from view. Desperately pulling his trousers down, she yelped when his long, fat cock sprang forth and hit her in the face. Wasting no time, she grabbed the base with one hand and wrapped her other hand around the middle of the shaft. It was so long that several more inches were sticking out of the top of her highest hand. Lowering her head, she sucked on the tip until he moaned. Within seconds, she was bobbing her head and slurping on his cock. She jumped when the door opened.

“Hey, Harry!” she heard Bella’s happy voice. Bella never bothered knocking on the door, much to Cissy’s disapproval. She always preached about acting like a proper pureblood woman, but Bella didn’t care about any of that.

“Bella,” Harry greeted her back. Cissy suddenly heard sniffing as she nearly gagged on his cock. Her hands were moving up and down, stroking his shaft while trying to be as quiet as possible. She would be embarrassed at getting caught under the desk like a secretary who was sucking off her boss for a raise in pay.

“I smell arousal,” Bella said suspiciously. “Have you been fucking my sisters without me again?” Narcissa heard the annoyance in her voice. Bella loved having her and Andie in bed with her. She loved forcing her wet pussy into their mouths while she rode their faces. Harry found it amusing how dominant she acted when it came to having sex with Andie and Cissy.

“I haven’t had a piece of pussy today, unfortunately,” Harry told her the truth. Harry had to run some errands very early in the morning and didn’t get back until after Bella and Andie were already gone. Bella huffed.

“I bet it was Cissy. That skank probably rubbed her horny scent all over your office,” Bella said. Underneath the desk, Cissy glared while continuing to suck him off.

“I find the scent very pleasing,” Harry smirked. Bella raised an eyebrow. She reached underneath her skirt and wiggled out of her panties. She then flicked them into his face before leaving.

“When you’re done here. Come to the room and fuck me. My asshole hasn’t been stretched in two days!” she complained as she closed the door behind her. Cissy gagged on his cock as she heard him inhale the scent of Bella’s panties. Harry suddenly pulled her out from underneath the desk.

“I forgot to mention … I got you a surprise this morning,” he told her. Cissy gasped and wiped the wetness from her eyes. Taking his cock down her throat wasn’t easy, and she often choked on it.

“You did?” she asked, actually surprised. Harry reached into a cabinet behind him and pulled out a large, flat box that had the name Gallerani stenciled across it in gold lettering. Cissy’s hands began to shake and her heart beat like crazy. She took the box from him and opened it. Speechlessly, she pulled out the most beautiful black dress that she had ever seen. The black silk shimmered like the night sky.

“That Antonio guy told me that he was only making a few dresses, so I got one for you,” Harry smiled. Instantly, Narcissa was straddling his waist, kissing him as if her life depended on it. Harry pushed the stuff off of his desk and sprawled her out on it. Her panties were pulled aside as he thrust into her eagerly.

“I knew it!” Bella cried out accusingly and ran into the room. Cissy didn’t argue about licking her sister’s pussy that day as Bella straddled her face and began to ride her mouth with incredible passion.