Auction ch.4

"That was fucking amazing," he murmurs.

"I agree. You're incredible, Cissy."

"You're an absolute beast in bed, Harry. I love it."

"You're not so bad yourself," he chuckles, kissing her shoulder.

"I wish we could just stay like this all day."

"So why don't we?"
"If it were that easy, Harry. I have people to meet. Agents. Producers. Directors."

"Here? But you're on vacation!"

"I'm afraid not," Cissy says, rolling onto her side and running her fingers over his chest. "Work never stops, darling. But I'm glad we spent the night together."

"Can I do it again?" he suggests.

Cissy smiles sadly.

"Did you forget? There's another auction tonight, and I'll be flush, keeping you all to myself. I'm sure Bellatrix or Amelia want their turn... if not Daphne."

"Daphne?" he says, wrinkling his nose. "We're just friends."

"As you keep saying," Cissy says with a wry smile. "Aren't you... jealous?" he hears himself ask. "If these other women bid on me and..."

"Oh, darling. No. I mean, do I wish I could keep you locked up in my chambers and ride your cock until we both collapse from exhaustion for the next month? Yes, very much so, Harry. But I know how the world works, Harry. Men like you shouldn't be tied down. I'm just happy we could enjoy this night together... and hopefully many more in the future if you want."

He nods. "Oh, yes. Definitely. I'll never forget this night."

"Good," Cissy says with a wide smile, kissing him. "Well, let's take a shower and get ready."

The sun is high in the sky, and the ocean is calm. The wind is warm and salty, and Harry stands next to his childhood friend as they both take in the fresh air and admire the beautiful scenery.

"It's nice," Daphne says.

"Yes, it is," he replies, looking out at the stunning blue waters.

"So, what happened?" Daphne asks bluntly, turning to face him. "Are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to twist your arm?"

"What?"

She rolls her eyes. "Come on, Harry. Give it up! You know what I mean. Did you have sex with Narcissa Malfoy? I know how long you've fantasized about her. I remember the poster you had in your room."

"You remember that?" he asks, his cheeks suddenly turning red.

"Oh, yes. It's hard to forget that body. So, tell me. Did the real thing live up to your expectations?"

Harry bites his lower lip. "Are you sure you want to know?"

Daphne nudges him in the side. "Harry, spill it! You can tell me anything!"

"Okay, okay," he laughs. "Yes, we had sex. A lot."

Daphne's eyes widened. "How many times?!"

"I won't tell you that," he chuckles.

"Oh, come on, tell me! You can't tease me like this!"

Daphne grabs his arm. "I bet she's a screamer, isn't she? Am I right?"

"Yes, you're right," he says.

"Ha! I knew it! So, how was it?"

"Amazing," he admits.

"How amazing?"

Daphne's cheeks are flushed, and her breathing seems a bit heavy. If he didn't know better, he'd say she's turned on.

"I mean... it was mind-blowing."

Daphne nods. "That's what I thought. I saw you both at breakfast this morning, and she looked like she hadn't slept all night. I'm proud of you."

"Really?"

"Yes! I knew she was your dream woman. Besides, I told you. You need to break out of your shell and open your mind because you don't realize how exceptional you are."

"What do you mean?" he asks.
"You're hot," Daphne laughs. "But you're also smart, kind, sweet, funny, and just... the whole package. I've seen how the girls look at you. Not just me, but everyone: Bellatrix  Lestrange, Amelia Bones, Narcissa Malfoy. But you seem oblivious to it. You could be something more, Harry. I hope you see that now."

He's not entirely sure how to respond to that. "Uh, thank you?"

"You're welcome," Daphne says, wrapping her arms around his arm. "Now come on, I want to spend some time with you before I lose you to some other horny bitch at the auction. Want to go bowling?"

The auctioneer, a burly man with a voice as rich as aging whiskey, calls out his name. The mere mention of "Harry Potter" elicits a wave of anticipation in the room.

He steps onto the stage under the bright lights, his mind filled with a mix of confidence and apprehension.

The previous night had been wild. He started it as a restless young man and ended it making Narcissa Malfoy, the famous film actress he had fantasized about for so long, his personal whore. He pulled her hair, spanked her, and filled her pussy with his cum as she begged for it.

Now Bellatrix  Lestrange and Amelia Bones are looking at him with the same intense hunger and desire. A lump forms in his throat. The previous night was incredible, but... can he really recreate that same magic?

"Bidding starts at ten thousand!"

The auctioneer's voice echoes through the room, snapping him out of his thoughts. Shoulders immediately rise, and the air is filled with a cascade of numbers and voices. Bellatrix raises her paddle. "Twenty thousand!" Amelia responds immediately. "Fifty!"

Each bid increases the tension in the room. Their eyes never leave him, and their expressions are almost predatory.

When the dust settles, it's Bellatrix  Lestrange, her green eyes brimming with triumph.

The gavel falls. "Sold to Miss  Lestrange for one hundred twenty thousand dollars!"

The room erupts in applause. He stands there, still dazed by the thrown figures, as Bellatrix takes the stage, her black dress hugging her body perfectly.

Her gaze meets his, and her emerald eyes are filled with excitement. "Congratulations, Harry," she says with a voice he's known from her many, many hits played worldwide. "You're mine for the evening."

"I can't wait, Bellatrix."

She takes his hand and leads him off the stage. He feels Amelia Bones's eyes on Bellatrix as they pass by. Narcissa is also in the crowd and gives him a kiss.

A quick walk later, and he finds himself in a small, private concert hall on the ship. Bellatrix somehow managed to find a band that will play just for the two of them. A plush couch awaits them, and Bellatrix practically pushes him onto it.

"I thought we could use some time away from the crowd," she purrs, sliding into his arms and nestling against his neck. "You smell nice, Harry. It's been too long."

The band plays a slow, soulful melody. Bellatrix's gorgeous face is bathed in the soft stage light as she closes her eyes and simply listens. She looks less like a world-famous celebrity and more like a woman just enjoying good music.

"Let's dance," she suddenly says, getting up and taking his hand.
He stands up and lets her lead him in a slow dance. The rest of the world around them fades away as they dance, just the two of them, just him and this wonderful, beautiful woman.

As they sway to the rhythm of the music, Bellatrix leans in, her breath warm against his ear.

"I missed you, Harry. Where have you been for the past few years?"

"I was finding myself," he says.

"And what did you find?"

"That I can jerk off four times a day if I put my mind to it!"

"Not much," she admits.

"So, you weren't looking hard enough. Harry, the guy I've always known is a resourceful young man. You're different from other men. Other men are absolutely intimidated by me. They see fame and success and run away. Or they try to compensate with bravado, which is even worse. You don't run, Harry. You also don't pretend to be someone you're not. You're just yourself. And keep it that way. I like it."

"Is this a compliment from Bellatrix  Lestrange? Am I dreaming?"

She laughs. "You know I'm not the cold-hearted bitch the media portrays me as. And call me Bella, please."

"Yeah, that's what Sirius used to call you," he says.

She nods. "That's true. Do you miss him?"

"I'm not sure how to answer that without sounding like a fool."

"Okay, Harry. Family is complicated. I knew Sirius well; I knew he was a tough, gritty guy."

"How well did you know my godfather?" Harry asks. "I know he funded your fashion business, but I was never sure how close you two were."

Bella smiles mischievously. "Are you asking me if I slept with your father, Harry?"

For a moment, Harry is too stunned to respond. "I suppose so."

She chuckles. "Syrius and I were cousins... nothing more. He respected my hustle, and I respected his grit. We never shared a bed."

"Okay," Harry says.

Bella leans in and hugs him close beneath his ear.

"But if you want me to pretend to be Sirius's girl when you fuck me, I can do that for you."

Blood rushes to Harry's cock so fast that for a moment, he feels light-headed. If Bella weren't holding him, he's not sure if he'd still be standing.

She chuckles and kisses his neck. "Although, you really should be with Amelia if that's your kink... after all, she was dating Syrius..."

Holy shit. Harry's entire body tingles.

"I'm sorry, baby... am I making you uncomfortable?" he stammers.

All the bravado he gained by bringing Cissy to orgasm has left his body. In the hands of this sexy seductress, he still trembles. He clenches his fists and tries to pull himself together. "I'll make it up to you."

Bella snaps her fingers, and the band immediately exits the small private concert hall. They put away their instruments and leave. Now they're alone.

Bellatrix goes to their equipment and rummages through it for a moment. A few seconds later, her hit album from the late '90s starts playing softly through the speakers.

"Do you recognize this?" she asks Harry, leaning against one of the speakers. Fuck her, she's beautiful. In his opinion, she's even more beautiful now than when she first hit the scene.

She was sexy back then, but now she's stunning.

"Of course, I do."
"Great, Harry. This was your favorite album as a kid, right?"

His cheeks suddenly flushed red. "Maybe."

Bella chuckled. "You can be honest with me, Harry. I won't judge you – I'm the one who wrote that damn album! But I distinctly remember passing by your room and hearing you play that record... over and over again."

He swallowed a lump in his throat. Damn, she got him.

"I might have had... a slight obsession with you," he admitted.

Bellatrix's eyes sparkled. "That's good to hear. You know, I don't usually fulfill my fans' dreams, but I'll make an exception for you, Harry." Bellatrix approaches him and moves her body to the rhythm of the smooth, soulful music. She glides her hands up and down her dress, accentuating all her curves, and his cock throbs in his pants. Without breaking eye contact for a moment, she pulls down the front of her dress, revealing a glimpse of her magnificent, perfect cleavage. His lips immediately begin to tingle.

Harry had listened to this song a million times. He could never have imagined that Bellatrix  Lestrange herself would be shaking her ass just for him, listening to it.

She wildly tossed her short black hair, moving to the beat of the song, swaying her hips and looking back at him over her shoulder. He had a perfect view of her heart-shaped, juicy ass, and he was forced to adjust his hard cock.