The Room of Requirement was bathed in the dim, golden glow of candles while their flickering light cast long, dancing shadows across the stone floors.
Amelia had dragged Gilderoy here with a purpose as her fingers curled tightly around his wrist while she led him inside. The door sealed shut behind them with a soft clang, and Gilderoy leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest while he watched her with an amused smirk playing on his lips.
"You are looking particularly determined tonight," he drawled as his voice remained low and teasing. "Should I be worried?"
Amelia did not answer because she turned on her heel and strode, her hips swaying as she walked, toward the other side of the wooden partition in the corner she had made the room create for her earlier.
When she emerged from there, Gilderoy's breath hitched at the sight of her in the Auror uniform. The long, dark coat hugged her curves while the high collar framed her flushed face and the polished boots clicked against the floor as she approached. She stopped just inches away from him, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her body and smell the faint citrus scent of her shampoo mixed with something uniquely her.
Without a word, she reached into her coat and pulled out a pair of enchanted handcuffs. They clicked open, and before he could react, they snapped around his wrists, but Gilderoy only grinned and tilted his head.
"Officer? Why are you arresting me?" he questioned as his voice dripped with false innocence.
Amelia's lips curled into a smirk as she stepped back with her hands resting on her hips. "Stop being so innocent, Mr. Lockhart," she said as her voice remained firm, though the slight tremor in it betrayed her excitement. "I have reason to believe you are hiding something, and I will find out what it is."
She stepped closer again as her fingers trailed down his chest and lingered over the hard planes of his abdomen. "Now, are you going to cooperate, or do I have to search you myself?"
"By all means, Officer." Gilderoy's grin did not waver as he leaned back against the wall and spread his arms slightly to give her better access. "Search away."
Her hands were on him in an instant as she patted down his chest with thoroughness while her fingers lingered too long over the ridges of his muscles.
"Turn around, Mr. Lockhart," Amelia commanded.
Gilderoy turned around, and she groped his shoulders and back muscles as if she was searching for hidden artifacts, wands, or weapons. Her hands moved downwards from his back toward his butt where she placed her hand and gave it a squeeze.
"What are you doing, Officer? Why are you getting so handsy? I am not hiding anything there."
Amelia kept enjoying the feel of Gilderoy's butt. "I need to do this because I suspect you could be carrying a dangerous artifact. Now turn back around."
She knelt in front of Gilderoy and patted along his lower body as she thoroughly ran her hands all over his thighs. Her hands slipped closer toward the bulge as she frisked his thighs for some sort of concealed artifact or wand.
Gilderoy's body tensed beneath her touch, and his cock twitched in his trousers as her hands moved lower and grazed over his thighs. "Hmm," she murmured as her voice dripped with false suspicion, "what is this?" Her hand brushed over the growing bulge in his pants. "Seems like you are hiding something, Mr. Lockhart."
"I assure you, Officer," he said as his voice remained smooth and his expression unreadable despite the heat in his gaze, "I am just a law-abiding citizen."
Amelia's eyes flashed bolder as she leaned in closer and her lips brushed against his ear while she whispered, "I think you are lying." With a sharp tug, she yanked him toward the sofa with her grip firm on his cuffed wrists. The moment they reached it, she shoved him down onto the cushions while her body loomed over his. Then, with deliberate slowness, she peeled off her long Auror coat and let it pool on the floor behind her.
Gilderoy's breath caught as he got a closer look at her attire. Beneath the coat, she wore tight black leather pants that molded to every curve of her hips and thighs while the fabric clung to her like a second skin. Her white shirt was tucked in, and the buttons strained slightly over the swell of her large breasts because the fabric was thin enough that he could see the faint outline of her bra beneath. She turned slightly and gave him a view of her backside, and his cock throbbed painfully against his zipper. The leather hugged her ass in a way that made his fingers itch to dig into the soft flesh and pull her against him until there was no space left between them.
She sat on the edge of the table in front of him and crossed one leg over the other in a way that made the table creak. "Now," she said sweetly as her voice laced with false authority, "why do you not tell me the truth?"
Gilderoy swallowed as his throat suddenly went dry. "I do not know what you are talking about."
Amelia leaned forward, and her breasts pressed against the fabric of her shirt as they hung down due to gravity while the buttons strained even more. "Are you sure about that?" Her fingers trailed down his chest and undid the top button of his shirt with agonizing slowness. "Because I think you are lying."
His muscles tensed beneath her fingertips, and when she finally spread his shirt open to reveal the hard lines of his abdomen, her breath hitched audibly. "My, my," she murmured as she dragged her nails lightly over his skin, "what a strong citizen you are." Her touch was teasing, but the way her pupils dilated told him she was just as affected as he was.
Amelia's smirk deepened as she shifted and swung one leg over his lap so that her leather-clad thigh pressed against his crotch, right against the thick ridge of his erection. Gilderoy groaned, and his hips jerked involuntarily upward while he sought friction.
With deliberate slowness and a hint of challenge in her eyes, she began unbuttoning her own shirt one button at a time. The fabric parted and revealed the black floral lace of her bra. The cups barely contained her breasts as their soft, round curves spilled slightly over the edges, and the lace was so delicate that it was almost see-through.
Gilderoy's mouth watered at the sight, but he forced himself to remain still and appear unaffected. His cock, however, had other ideas because it twitched violently against his trousers and strained against the fabric. Amelia's eyes flicked down, and her lips parted in a silent gasp.
"Still nothing to say?" she purred as she leaned forward until her breasts were mere inches from his face. The heat of her skin radiated against him while he could smell her natural scent.
Gilderoy's jaw tightened, but he kept his voice steady and cold. "Not a thing."
Then, with a sudden movement, she swung her other leg over his lap and straddled him fully. The leather of her pants rubbed against his cock, and Gilderoy let out a sharp groan while his hands clenched into fists behind his back. "Why are you torturing me, Officer?"
"Because you are not cooperative," she whispered as her breath remained hot against his ear. "Maybe that will make you talk."
Gilderoy's control was slipping because his cock was painfully hard and slightly leaking pre-cum. Amelia rocked against him as her hips rolled in slow, teasing circles, and he could feel every inch of her through the thin layers that separated them. He let out a low, shaky breath as his head fell back against the sofa. "You are playing a dangerous game, Officer."
Amelia's lips curled into a triumphant smile.
She stood up and knelt in front of Gilderoy as her hands reached his pants and her fingers deftly undid his zipper. The moment his cock sprang free, thick and veiny and glistening, it slapped against her cheek and dripped a few drops of precum on her skin.
Amelia gasped as her eyes widened while she stared at his length. She could never get tired of seeing her boyfriend's thick, veiny, and long cock, which made her wet every time she saw it.
"Oh," she breathed, "So you were hiding such a dangerous weapon."
Amelia wrapped her fingers around his shaft with her grip firm and began to stroke him slowly while her thumb swiped over the sensitive head and spread the precum around. Gilderoy groaned as his hips jerked upward and his cock throbbed in her hand. But his expression remained impassive, and his voice stayed steady when he spoke.
"Confess. Do you have any other plans?" she murmured sweetly as her grip tightened while she pumped him faster. "And I will make it good for you."
Gilderoy's jaw clenched. "I don't have any plans.."
Amelia's eyes darkened as she leaned forward and her lips brushed against his ear. "Then I guess I will just have to convince you." Before he could react, she shifted forward and pressed her breasts together around his shaft.
The soft, warm flesh of her cleavage enveloped him and made Gilderoy let out a guttural groan while his hands clenched into fists behind his back.
"Ughh," he groaned as his voice came out as a broken rasp, but his expression remained cold while his eyes burned into hers with unspoken challenge.
"Confess," Amelia began to move as her breasts slid up and down his length, "and I will let you come."
Gilderoy's vision blurred for a moment as pleasure coiled tight in his gut, but he easily controlled himself so that he could last longer.
Amelia's movements became more erratic as his cock dripped and precum smeared across her skin, which made her movements more slick and smooth. She pulled back slightly. "You are a tough nut to crack, Mr. Lockhart."
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