An Anal Fingering Orgasm

She brushed out her robe, gesturing towards her lap, before speaking, “bend over my lap."

Harry hesitated, the last time he had done that she had spanked him, something he wasn't eager to experience again.

"Do I have to repeat my order?" her icy voice asked. He quickly shook away any hesitation he had as he practically leapt over her lap.

"Good girl," she praised, patting his butt. She lifted up his dress, exposing his panties and making him tense, but he dared not move away. Bellatrix pulled the panties down to his knees before grabbing the buttplug that had rested inside him all day.

He moaned as she started pulling on it, feeling his anus attempt to fight her, clinging to it tightly. There was a wet pop as it finally slipped out of his grip, making him gasp, not certain if it was in pleasure or pain. He didn't have time to consider it as Bellatrix slipped her fingers into his stretched hole, four of them making it past his slick ring with relative ease.

"Mmm, everlasting lubricating gel is such a marvelous invention,” Bellatrix murmured, her fingers exploring his clenching anus. Harry moaned at the sensation, fighting to stay still in her lap, even though every fiber of him wanted to thrust against those incredible fingers that seemed to tease and massage every nerve ending.

"I told you good girls get rewarded,” she stated, her fingers finding that same spot inside of him that had driven him over the edge earlier, rubbing against it repeatedly. An embarrassingly feminine moan slipped past Harry's lips as his hips unwillingly bucked against her hand, simply loving her magic touch.

The cock cage was clenching around his shaft tightly, preventing him from getting hard, but it didn't stop him from experiencing the incredible pleasure. He soon learned that men can in fact come even without being erect, as he felt spurt after spurt stain Bellatrix's robes.

"Ahhh!" he moaned, pumping his hips as his cock dribbled the last few drops of seed over her thighs.

"Holly loves having her hole played with doesn't she?" Bellatrix giggled, slowly extracting her slick fingers from his pulsing sphincter. He was panting too loudly to answer, trying to clear the stars from his vision. She didn't help the matter much by squeezing the buttplug back in, once again stretching him wide. She helped him kneel on the floor, standing up from her seat.

"Good night Holly,” Bellatrix murmured, her eyes glinting in the dark as she swiftly left the room, leaving him gathering his wits on the floor.

Harry removed his clothes and collapsed into the bed, too exhausted to care about sleeping naked, sleep coming as soon he pulled the blanket over himself.