He left his finger temporarily resting in place, trapped by her tensed muscles as it was, not quite ready to leave off until he was given a good enough reason. This was his reward, after all, and he wanted to touch every bit of her during this game if possible, even places she would consider 'forbidden.' He gently prodded her teeny, furrowed opening, wiggling against the creased skin, allowing the tip of his finger to very carefully poke—not enough to break through, but enough to cause her breathing to become distressed.
"What don't you want me to do?" he posed the question in a different way, curious as to why this act intensely bothered her.
He actually heard her swallow, the gulping noise loud and heavy in the hushed room. Clearly, whatever she was thinking, it was not just embarrassing to voice, but quite painful, too.
"Don't go inside there. You can do anything else you want to me, Zabini, and I won't flinch, but buggering me–"
"Is your limit," he guessed. "It will make you quit this game, won't it?"
A critical pause followed for a beat, then two before she replied. "Yes, it's the only thing that will." He removed his finger from her grip and began stroking her rounded flesh again. "What if I made such a thing very pleasurable for you, my lioness?"
She firmly shook her head, her long, fiery hair flopping about on the carpet. "There is no way that could ever feel good. So, just don't go there. Please."
He hummed, dropping the matter for now, knowing eventually that they'd talk about it. He was determined to know the reason such a thing had horrified her so. Who had touched her there and caused her enough pain to actually scare her?
A cold, leaden weight settled in his chest at the imagined thought of her screaming and crying as some unknown man violently penetrated her little rosette, tearing into her. If that was the case, he'd personally hunt the man down later.
"Are you ready now, my lovely kitten?" he asked in a deceptively calm voice, still sensually touching her, exciting her nerves all along his intended area of purchase. He was going to make that pretty, pale skin bloom and scarlet.
"I won't stoop to begging you not to do your card, Zabini. Just get on with it."
"Fair enough."
His strike was well-measured, but solid and unapologetic. And loud.
The contact of his hard hand on her soft, sensitive flesh had to have stung, he knew, but for her part, Ginny did not scream. She did not make a single noise, in fact.
Had anyone ever spanked her, he wondered again. She hadn't answered truthfully a moment ago, but he bet he could get her to tell him now. "I'll ask you again, my lioness: has anyone ever done this to you before? Be truthful this time or I'll add five extra spanks on the end just for trying to deceive me."
"If anyone should know about deceit, you double-dealing serpent–"
He cut off what he was sure to be a scathing insult with another resounding slap. "Answer the question, Ginevra," he commanded. "It's a simple request."
She shook her head again, stubborn to the core. "I don't have to do anything of the sort, you Slytherin bastard! The card doesn't require me to divulge my private interests to you. It doesn't require me to interact with you at all, in fact, except to allow you to humiliate me like this. So I think I'll just keep my mouth shut and let you spend the rest of your days wondering whether or not I let men do this to me in the privacy of my bedchambers."
He spanked her again, a little harder this time for provoking his jealousy once more. "Language, young lady," he scolded. "I've let you get away with calling me a bastard twice tonight. No more."
"I hate you," she spat with venom. "I loathe the very ground you walk on, you slimy, reptilian–"
Smack!
"You're too wild for your own good, Weasley," he caressed her pinking bottom. "I think I'll rein in that mouth and temper of yours during this game. That'll be one of my goals."
"Bite me, you sleezy whore corpse."
Whap. Blaise shook his head, amused with her audacity. "Keep it up, kitten. I love watching your pretty arse blush for me." He stroked her erotically in between slaps now, just to add some spice to the mix.
"You're a total arsehat, Zabini, you know that?"
Whack.
"I think it's time we got a little more serious, Ginevra, as apparently, my message isn't getting across." He stepped up his strikes, putting a little more force into them, not enough to bruise or injure, but enough to nicely rouge her bum. As his palm came down again upon her skin, he explained, "That's for all the years you looked down your nose at me, woman."
Ginny gasped in outrage. "Why you hypocritical arse-monger! I didn't look down my nose at you until you did at me!" Her bottom, he figured, must be nettling her by now, but still she didn't beg him to stop as another stinging slap rang through the high ceilinged room. "And that's for all the times you slammed me in Quidditch," he told her.
"You slammed me right back! Don't you dare deny it!" she snarled at him in righteous fury.
Her whole body quivered now with barely-repressed rage.
He gave her another satisfactory blow for her willful insolence. "And that's for all the names you've called me over the years to your friends when you didn't think I was listening."
She hissed then, sounding just like a viper about to strike. "You eavesdrop on my conversations? What the hell, Zabini? Got nothing better to do than to stalk me, you sick fuckwallop?"
He spanked her again. "Profanities from such a lovely mouth should be outlawed," he mocked, loving her outraged scream.
He then gave her three more slaps in succession, each one as passionate as the last. Finally, her bum was a nice crimson in color, and Blaise felt quite vindicated for all of her slights over the last two years.
Now it was time to end her torment and give her some pleasure…
Returning to rubbing gentle hands over the warmed, quivering flesh, he soothed the pain he had caused away with an erotic massage. As his touch softened, Ginevra immediately stopped squirming and instead lay limply across his lap, unresisting. "And this, my dear lioness, is because you have never backed down from me, and because you have never let me beat you into submission. Not even now, as you lie across me, hating me with every fibre of your being, as I stroke your beautiful, ruby-coloured bum."
With a sigh of contentment, he bent his tall frame down and laid his cheek against her buttocks, softly nuzzling against her hot flesh.
"What are you doing?" she asked, suddenly panicked, going rigid again. "You're only allowed to rub."
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