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Push Her to the Limit

Chapter 5

Gabrielle arrived at Shell Cottage just after eleven, pink-cheeked from the sea breeze. She used her wand to unlock the front door. Fleur had told her to treat the place like her own, but Gabby still felt a little spark of rebellion every time she let herself in uninvited. She shut the door behind her and called Fleur’s name into the empty house. There was no answer. She heard music thumping faintly from above, and Gabby grinned, taking the stairs two at a time. On the landing, she paused to adjust her skirt and smooth her hair. She wasn’t above flaunting her good looks and expensive clothes.

She found Fleur in the master bedroom, standing in front of the full-length mirror and fussing with a necklace. Fleur wore a tight, sleeveless dress in charcoal gray. It was cut scandalously high on her thigh, and it dipped low enough at the neck to flaunt her perky breasts. Her silvery blonde hair was done in a way that looked effortless, but Gabby knew that it had probably taken an hour. Her lips were painted a cool, glossy pink. She looked like she was about to walk a Paris runway. Gabby whistled. “Who are you planning to seduce?”

Fleur barely glanced at her. “I do not have time for your jokes, Gabby. I am running late.” She clasped the necklace and checked her outfit, turning this way and that while admiring herself from every angle. She tugged at the hem, made a face, then shrugged. She obviously loved how she looked. “Did you want something?”

Gabby looked Fleur up and down. “How about lunch?” she suggested. “I thought we could go somewhere in London. Maybe we could try that new cafe by the boutiques you like.”

Fleur pursed her lips but didn’t smile. “I already have plans.” She was being cagey, and Gabby knew it. She recognized that deflection. She’d grown up with her, after all, and she’d been the target of a thousand of Fleur’s polite brush-offs and icy retorts. Gabby decided to push a little. “You never answered my letter last night. With Bill gone again, I thought you would be eager for some company.”

“I was busy,” Fleur replied, still not turning from the mirror. She adjusted an earring and shifted her attention to her shoe selection, which she had lined up across the window seat like a museum display. She finally selected the black dragonhide stilettos that Gabby had jealously ogled just last week, and she bent over to strap them on. Gabby gaped.

“Those are the Sergio LaFlonts! You said you were saving those for a special occasion,” Gabby blurted out. “What’s so special about today?”

Fleur’s eyes glimmered with amusement. “You ask too many questions, Gabby.” She straightened, checked her lipstick again, and grabbed her tiny silver clutch. “I am only going out for a few hours. Do not trash my house while I am gone.”

Gabby stuck her tongue out, but she watched Fleur with growing suspicion. Fleur was not one to get this dolled up for a girls’ lunch, and Gabby had definitely caught the faint whiff of Fleur’s most expensive perfume. It was the same one Fleur only wore when she wanted to impress someone. Gabby leaned in and lowered her voice. “Are you meeting a boy?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows.

That got a smirk from Fleur, but she just rolled her eyes and said, “I do not have time to gossip, Gabby.” She breezed past her and sailed down the stairs while her heels clacked on the polished wood.

Gabby hesitated, suddenly very curious. Fleur had been acting strange for the last few days. She was being more secretive than usual, and she never seemed to be home whenever Gabby came by to visit. She even smiled to herself sometimes. Gabby noticed a sly little curl at the corner of her mouth, which Fleur never usually did. Gabby decided to follow her and get to the bottom of it.

She trailed Fleur down the stairs, watching as she pulled on a soft, white coat and checked her reflection in the foyer mirror. Fleur was on the verge of leaving when she patted her purse and frowned. “I forgot my wand,” she muttered. She set her clutch on the kitchen island and hurried back upstairs.

Gabby seized her chance. She tiptoed into the kitchen, pulled her wand from her bag, and pointed it at the silver purse. The Tracking Charm was quick and silent. She’d learned it from her very jealous friend, who used it to keep tabs on her many boyfriends. The charm glowed faintly for a second, then vanished. Gabby tucked away her wand just as Fleur’s heels clicked on the landing again.

Fleur swept back into the room, not suspecting a thing. She barely acknowledged Gabby, who was busy pretending to dig through her purse. “Tell Maman I will Floo her tonight,” Fleur said, adjusting her coat. “And do not let that stray cat inside again. It sheds everywhere.”

Gabby made an innocent face. “Have fun on your date,” she called after her, but Fleur didn’t answer. The door shut behind her with a crisp click.

Gabby sat down on the couch and waited, periodically checking the charm’s coordinates with her wand. Whatever Fleur was up to, Gabby would find out. She grinned, already plotting her next move.

Push Her to the Limit

Harry lay naked on the leather couch in his den with arms stretched behind his head. He looked completely at ease, as if being seduced by one of the world’s most beautiful women was just a tedious part of his daily routine. Fleur was nude and lounging across his lap. Her legs were draped over the armrest, and her back was pressed against his chest. Her silver hair shimmered in the afternoon sun, and her skin glowed like porcelain. She slowly and seductively ground her ass against his thick rod, sliding up and down the shaft and trapping it between the soft curves of her thighs. She reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around its base, pumping it in time with each sinuous movement of her hips.

“You know, ‘Arry, I ‘ave always wanted to see Monaco,” Fleur purred, twisting around to pin him in place with a sexy sapphire-eyed stare. “The boutiques, the food, the coast …” She paused to lick her lips, and she stroked his cock a little faster, as if she could convince him with mere handjob alone. “But it is so expensive, and I ‘ave never ‘ad the gold to go,” she finished, pouting artfully. Her bottom lip stuck out cutely, and her big blue eyes never left his face.

Harry grinned and ran a hand through her hair, letting it spill over her shoulders and down her arms. He looked down at his cock in her grip, then back up at her with a mischievous grin. “You know Monaco isn’t cheap, especially not the shops you’d want to visit. I’m not sure you could behave yourself on a budget.”

Fleur’s pout deepened, but she didn’t let up. If anything, she squeezed his cock a little tighter, as if she could milk out a different answer. “I am a very responsible shopper,” she said primly, which made Harry laugh so hard that his cock twitched in her hand. She smiled at the reaction and kept up her slow, seductive stroking, occasionally using her thumb to trace the sensitive ridge beneath the head.

He reached around and cupped her breasts from behind, kneading them until her nipples turned a deep, furious pink. Fleur let out a soft moan and arched her back, pushing her chest into his hands. The movement forced her pussy down harder on his cock, and he hissed in approval.

“Will you not take me?” she asked, making herself sound innocent and wounded. “I promise I will be good. I only want to see the city.”

Harry grinned and pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Fleur gasped and squirmed, but her hand never wavered on his shaft. “I’ll take you when I think you deserve it,” he said, and then leaned in to kiss her neck. “You know the deal, Fleur. You have to earn it.”

Fleur snorted, but there was no humor in it. “You are so cruel, ‘Arry. It is not right to tease a girl so.” She let go of his cock and turned in his lap, straddling him on the couch and facing him fully. She pressed her breasts against his chest and leaned in so close that their noses touched. “But you know what else is not right?” she asked as she started grinding on his cock. “Making a Veela beg for something she wants.”

Harry’s eyes darkened, and he slid his hands down her back to cup her ass. “I like it when you beg,” he simply stated. Fleur’s cheeks flushed, but she held his gaze, refusing to look away even as he kneaded her ass and pulled her hips down until the head of his cock brushed the slick entrance to her pussy. “I’ll take you to Monaco when you have more to offer,” he told her. 

Fleur’s face heated up. She knew exactly what he meant. She wouldn’t be going on any Monaco shopping trips unless she was willing to offer up her pussy. Fleur wasn’t willing to go that far. Instead, she decided that she would stay the course and try to weaken him. 

Push Her to the Limit

Gabby followed Tracking Charm through the dense hedgerows lining the edge of Harry Potter’s property. She huddled behind a holly bush and peered at the black iron gates. She could make out the silhouette of the house in the distance. She’d seen Harry’s manor before. She had attended one of his wild Quidditch World Cup parties, but Fleur had always claimed to hate the place. “It is too cold … too new. It has no soul,” Fleur had sniffed with her nose in the air. Gabby knew that was an outright lie. She knew Fleur loved the house, but she was just acting jealous. It was one more luxurious thing that she would never have. Now Fleur was inside. Tracking Charms don’t lie. 

Gabby slunk along the fence and ducked under a yew, letting her shoes squelch in the muddy grass. She fished out her wand and checked the charm again. She scowled at the result. Fleur was not only inside the manor, but she was almost motionless. Gabby knew her well enough to imagine the scene. She could practically see Fleur draped across a velvet chaise, batting her eyelashes and accepting gifts like an empress. It wasn’t even the cheating that annoyed Gabby. She’d never liked Bill. No, what steamed Gabby’s blood was the fact that Fleur had gotten to the golden goose first.

Gabby thought about the Sergio LaFlonts. Fleur now had the real ones … not the knockoffs Gabby had been forced to buy. She felt her face heat up. Fleur always acted so blameless and above such things, and yet here she was, whoring herself out for shoes and probably more. Gabby’s hands clenched into fists, and she nearly snapped her wand in two. The whole situation was so obvious in hindsight … the mysterious shopping sprees, the new jewelry, the mountain of new dresses that Fleur liked to show off. All of it was a lie, and Gabby had fallen for it. And even worse, she’d been outmaneuvered.

She considered storming up to the house and making a scene. Fleur hated drama, and Gabby loved nothing more than baiting her. But that would be too easy, and Gabby was not in the business of revenge. She was in the business of survival, and right now, she needed a better plan. She eyed the house one last time, then turned on her heel and Apparated.

She landed in an alley in Paris, just outside a Muggle coffee shop on a busy high street. She liked Muggle places for one reason. Nobody cared who you were, and if they did, it was only for a second.

She slipped inside and joined the queue. She kept her head down and stared at her trainers, which were spattered with mud and several seasons out of date. The line moved slowly, which gave her time to think. She couldn’t believe she’d let Fleur outfox her. Gabby hated losing, especially to her own blood.

Not having much Muggle cash, she ordered the cheapest drink on the menu and took it to a corner table. The coffee was burnt and watery, but it made her feel better. She thought about her own finances, which were not so much “in order” as “in permanent freefall.” Her last boyfriend had left her with a stack of bills that he had promised to pay. Of course, he hadn’t. The boyfriend before that had convinced her he was rich, and he had even taken her on multiple expensive shopping trips. As it turned out, he was just racking up debt, and eventually, the Goblin debt collectors came calling and repossessed all of the fancy things he had bought her. It was so embarrassing. 

She sipped her coffee and thought about her life. Sure, she had a new boyfriend now, and his family had a decent amount of gold. His family had a decent amount of gold … but he didn’t. That was the problem. Even after taking handouts from his family, he still couldn’t afford her extravagant lifestyle, and it was starting to cramp her style. 

She made a decision. If Fleur could angle for a sugar daddy, so could she. In fact, Gabby was pretty sure she could do it better. She’d always been more fun and daring than Fleur. She had to play it smart, though. Harry was loaded, and he liked pretty faces, but he wasn’t an idiot. If Gabby wanted to get anything out of him, she’d have to be bold.

She drained the cup and checked her reflection in the window. Her lipstick was a little smeared, and her hair looked like she’d combed it with a fork. She kind of liked it that way. She thought it made her look extra sexy. Gabby grinned at herself, then rummaged through her purse for her lipstick. She reapplied it, left the coffee shop, and strolled down the street with a new sense of purpose.

She would wait until tomorrow. She’d let Fleur think she was in control, for now. Gabby would lay the groundwork, and then she’d strike. It was only a matter of time before she hit the jackpot.

She walked past the designer boutiques lining the block, eyeing the dresses in the window and imagining how she’d look in each one. She stopped in front of one boutique that sold handbags worth thousands of Euros, and she decided she’d own one someday. ‘Maybe sooner,’ Gabby thought with a sly smirk. 

She kept walking, plotting and rehearsing what she’d say to Harry when she finally got him alone. She’d have to be careful and not act desperate. She had to be provocative but not obvious. She’d watched Fleur do it a thousand times, but Gabby was sure she could do it with more style.

She turned the corner and was nearly run over by a woman chasing after a toddler. Gabby sidestepped them, smiled at the chaos, and kept going. Her heart was thumping with excitement. She loved the competition between her and Fleur. She was going to win this time.

She ducked into an alley and flicked her wand. The Tracking Charm still showed Fleur inside Harry’s manor. Gabby grinned cheekily. She would let Fleur have her fun … for now. She had all night to plot, and she was just getting started.

Push Her to the Limit

Harry’s shower was the kind only the very wealthy would own, with heavy slabs of black-veined marble, gold fixtures, and a rain head the size of a dinner plate pounding down on her shoulders. She braced her hands against the wall and arched her back for Harry. He stood behind her with the fat head of his cock wedged between her thighs. He wasn’t penetrating her but grinding along the seam of her pussy. With every drag of his thick shaft, her plump lips parted around it, slathering it in her juices. Each thrust battered her clit and set off another spike of pleasure in her core.

The soapy water made his cock glide easily with every pass. Harry pressed closer until his chest was to her back, pinning her to the wall. Fleur’s hair was a wet, tangled mess, and her face was flushed from the heat and pleasure. Her full lips were parted in a constant gasp, and she could hear his ragged breathing in her ear.

She tried to stay composed, but she could barely hold herself up. Her knees buckled with every thrust, and she thought if he let go, she might collapse entirely. Harry was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. One hand held her hip possessively while the other groped her naked tits and tweaked her nipples until they were hard enough to cut glass. 

She tried to look back at him, but her vision blurred from the fog and the overwhelming pleasure. “Please,” she managed, but it came out as a whimper.

He only laughed and pumped his cock even harder between her legs. The pressure was building inside her, but she didn’t want it to end. She wanted to feel like this forever. She wanted Harry to make her beg. He reached around and pinched her nipples. He rolled the stiff tips between his fingers, making her pussy leak all over his cock. “Please, what?” he teasingly asked. 

Fleur stared at herself in the reflection of the glass shower door. Her eyes were wild, her cheeks were bright pink, and her lips were swollen from their latest makeout session. She barely recognized herself, and she liked it. “I want you to make me cum,” she pleaded. 

Harry gripped her waist, and Fleur felt his hands dig into her slick hips. He drove his cock with wild abandon between her thighs, mashing the thick head against her sensitive clit. Each thrust was more brutal, and she could barely stand up to the onslaught. Her knees buckled, her legs shook, and the pounding water overhead did nothing to cool the heat building in her body. She tried to keep the whimpers from slipping out, but every time his cock slammed her pussy, her voice betrayed her.

Fleur’s hands pressed hopelessly on the marble wall. Her hair stuck to her wet back and shoulders, and she knew she was making a mess out of herself, but she didn’t care. Each drag of his shaft along her lips sent jolts of sweet pleasure through her body, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of oblivion. Harry caught her eye in the steamy glass reflection, and she saw the bastard smirking at her. 

He fucked her harder. He used her body the way he wanted, and she let him. The head of his cock battered her clit again and again, and soon her hips were jerking back, desperate to meet him. Fleur tried to curse at him, and she tried to beg, but the only thing that came out was a choked moan. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, and she violently squirted. The hot liquid blasted out of her and instantly mixed with the water running down her thighs. She collapsed into Harry’s arms, but he barely let her rest. He pulled her upright again, pinned her against the wall, and kept grinding his cock between her quivering thighs.

It didn’t take long for him to lose control. Fleur felt the thickness of his cock throb against her slit, and then Harry groaned and jerked. He pulled out from between her trembling legs and sprayed ropes of cum all over her ass and back. Each spurt was hot against her skin, and she loved the way his hands never stopped caressing her wet, soapy body, even as he emptied himself. 

Push Her to the Limit

After the shower, Fleur padded barefoot across the marble floor and sat in front of the vanity. She didn’t bother with a towel. Harry had already seen every inch of her body. She admired the reflection for a moment, then leaned close to inspect her face.

Fleur had always been proud of her features. Her nose was small and cute, and her lips still looked swollen from all the kissing. She traced her perfectly manicured eyebrows with two fingers and admired the way her hair fell over her shoulders in luxurious waves. She reached into her clutch for the little glass vial of lip gloss she always carried, but her hand paused as soon as she touched the bag.

Something was wrong. At first, she thought she was still tingly from all of Harry’s relentless attention, but this was different. There was something odd about the clutch itself. She could feel a faint, tingling sensation against her skin. Fleur’s heart skipped a beat. She pulled her wand from the clutch and whispered a quick scanning spell.

A thin ribbon of blue light wrapped around the clutch and shimmered in the air. Fleur swore softly in French. She recognized the signature. It was a Tracking Charm. Fleur gritted her teeth and stared at the clutch. There was only one person sneaky enough to do this. “Gabrielle,” Fleur hissed. It had to be. She was the only person alive who would dare pull this kind of stunt, at least in Fleur’s own home.

She should have known. Gabby had been acting odd all week, asking lots of questions that Fleur didn’t want to answer. Now Gabby knew exactly where she had been going and what she had been doing. She now knew where Fleur had been getting her gold and other expensive gifts. Not only that, but Gabby wouldn’t let this stand. She knew the girl all too well. Gabrielle would try to swoop in and claim Harry for herself. Then Fleur would be back to where she was before … alone at home and drowning in debt. Fleur closed her eyes and steadied her hands. She would not let Gabby win. Not this time.

She debated about simply storming over to Gabby’s flat in Paris and hexing her into oblivion. But Fleur had never enjoyed open conflict. She preferred subtlety. She put her wand back in the clutch, smoothed her hair with the palm of her hand, and tried to think of a plan. Fleur suspected that Gabby would strike as soon as possible. ‘But she cannot strike if ‘Arry isn’t around,’ Fleur sneakily thought. Perhaps a nice trip to Monaco was in order. However, that meant Fleur would have to fully offer up her body to Harry. It was a price she was willing to pay.

Harry would be back in the room any moment, probably naked and ready to go another round. She felt an odd thrill at the thought of him taking her … especially with Gabrielle sniffing around. Fleur’s competitive instincts flared up, and she realized she needed to be bold. 

Fleur strode to the bed, sat on the edge, and considered how best to present herself. She didn’t want it to seem desperate. She wanted Harry to see her as irresistible. She ran a hand down her thigh, admiring the way her skin gleamed in the light. She remembered the lustful look he shot her as he wrapped his big hands around her hips. She wanted to see that expression again.

She heard the door open and close, and Harry’s footsteps padded across the floor. He was whistling terribly off-key. Fleur fought the urge to roll her eyes. She heard him behind her, rustling through drawers, and she thought about how easy it would be to simply walk up and offer up her pussy. That would be too simple. Fleur wanted him to need her. She wanted to put on a show.

She crawled forward onto the bed, keeping her head held high and her back perfectly straight. She spread her knees wide and arched her back, making sure her bare ass and slick, flushed pussy were on full display. The bedspread was cool against her skin, and the air in the room was brisk, but she enjoyed the sensation of goosebumps popping up across her body. She loved the feeling of being exposed and admired.

As Harry looked over at her, she reached between her legs, spread her lips with two fingers, and gave her bottom a little wiggle. “I am ready,” she called out while showing off her healthy, pink insides. Fleur squealed as Harry practically lunged at her.