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Amelia found herself facing a confusing dilemma. She was alone, with her hands tied back, being caressed. Similar to some of the nightmares she had, it was supposed to be a moment of horror…

But she just felt excitement.

Maybe it was the sense of control that changed things. All she needed was to open her mouth and tell the truth, and she would be free without consequence.

Well, not completely, she corrected herself as she looked at the naked young man that was busy caressing her legs as he slowly pulled her cloak even higher. Sneaking into his shower was a rather shameful event, and getting caught was even worse.

But, as his hands moved even higher, arriving at her waist, his fingers hooking at her panties, she found herself reaching the point of decision. She needed to tell him the truth. She opened her mouth, ready to ask him to stop.

"So, Susan—" he started before cutting himself. "Sorry, miss nameless assassin, are you ready to confess your sins."

"No, you can't make me talk," Amelia found herself gasping back, her habits as an auror already showing themselves. Not just in terms of making her choose the answer of resistance, but also by making her use a soft, gaspy tone. It was a trick that she used during raids, allowing her to disguise her voice as others.

Though, the intense arousal was not usually a part of it.

"Very good, miss assassin," he whispered, his smirk enough to awaken emotions that she had long assumed to be dead.

Amelia was frozen as her niece's boyfriend slowly pushed her panties down, escalating her state of nudity even more than she was ready to. As his hands moved lower, the invisibility cloak moved down as well, hiding her state of nakedness, but she was aware that it was temporary.

Unless she revealed her true identity.

A wry smile appeared on her mouth even as she tried to combat the weirdness of the situation. In her career dedicated to law enforcement, she had let her desires take the back seat … only for those to be awakened at the hands of a young man, in a way she never thought to be possible.

Yet, even as her panties gathered around her legs and his hands started moving upward once more, it was her legs that widened rather than her lips. "You're stunning, miss assassin," Harry whispered, and Amelia couldn't help but blush at the compliment.

Though it was less about his words, and more about the fact that she could still be mistaken for her niece. She swallowed, trying to suppress her reflex to thank him for it. She didn't remember the last time she felt this vulnerable…

After two decades of endless work, with no chance to let go, the change felt incredible.

The arousal was thick as his hands traveled up once more, sliding near her womanhood. She prepared herself for his fingers to dip there, excited, but also tense. But both emotions proved inaccurate as his hand bypassed that and reached her belly, the near call still sending a shock through her system.

She kept her flinch suppressed as his hand danced on her bare stomach, his touch was both cool and scorching at the same time as he explored her body as he owned it. She bit her lips, glad that her face was still hidden behind the invisibility cloak.

Amelia kept her eyes wide open, enjoying the sight of his raging erection while his hand alternated between her waist to her stomach, determined to enjoy the smooth texture of her skin.

"One word and I will stop, miss assassin," he told her. "Just one word and the torture will stop," he teased her further.

It took all she had to suppress her desire to ask him to go faster.

"Good assassin," he whispered as he leaned into her ear, the invisibility cloak the only thing that prevented her from feeling his hot breath. She wished that he could move faster, but he clearly had other ideas. He slowly slid his hands up, feeling her ribs as his thumbs came into contact with her bra.

It would be a lie if she said she didn't feel a hint of pride when his hands moved even higher, cupping her breasts over her bra with an expression of fascination on his face. Amelia had always been proud of her breasts, yet due to her need to exert control, she had to keep them hidden.

The fact that they were finally receiving the appreciation they deserved satisfied her greatly. "Wow, you must be packing a lot of weapons here, miss assassin," he said as he suddenly abandoned his subtle touches and began groping her aggressively.

This time, Amelia failed to keep her moan hidden, and it exploded softly, and another one followed when he slid his hands under her bra, turning the cupping into a naked assault. She moaned as he mauled her soft flesh with his palms.

Lost in his touch, she closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure. Lost in her sensations, she didn't even notice as he walked behind her until he pressed her body against her, pushing her toward the ceramic wall.

Just before she pressed against the wall, he unhooked her bra, leaving her completely naked under the cloak. As he enjoyed her naked bosom, she felt his nakedness press against her ass, her nipples hard against her nipples once he slipped between her body and the wall.

She let out another moan as he continued to fondle her, each second awakening more and more of the emotions that she had thought she had already forgotten. Her own response was confusing her, no objections rising among the pleasure, even as her naked body turned into a toy.

"Impressive, miss assassin, you're still silent," Harry whispered even as he continued to massage her breasts. He was happy with his location, and Amelia made no motion to move as well, enjoying his touch.

Another moan escaped her mouth when he grasped her nipples between his fingers, twirling them with no concern for her life. The only thing that she was able to keep back was a desire to beg for more, feeling the vibration through her body.

That ability died when one of his hands moved down, sliding across the smooth, warm flesh of her stomach until she felt them on her wetness once more. "More," she begged, unable to contain her desire … even when his fingers slipped inside her.

She just enjoyed the feeling, despite knowing the risks she was running. She was yet to ask him to stop, and with the way he positioned her, it was a dangerous call.

Worse, she knew exactly why she was enjoying it that much. For once, she was not scary and domineering Madam Bones, the one that needed to scare anyone to maintain her power … just Amelia, the poor girl that found herself in a dangerous situation.

Without her wand, she added as she glanced down at the wooden piece on the ground, highlighting her helplessness once more.

Another moan escaped her mouth as she truly surrendered, moving her hips to enjoy his presence pressing her ass. As she moved, his fingers responded, slipping inside her wetness even harder, increasing the pleasure she was feeling.

Slowly, his teasing transformed. Slow and gentle transformed into a reckless fingering, his hips matching her speed. Steadying herself turned even more difficult, her balance maintained by his weight pressing against her back.

"Faster," she begged once more, doing her best to keep her voice as an exaggerated throaty whisper, the only thing that kept her identity a secret. Luckily, that was the only word she was able to say as his fingers continued to sink into her plump flesh, bringing her into an overcharged state, one hand still on her oversensitive breasts while the other caressed her entrance repeatedly.

She knew she should call it an end, and handle the rest herself until the climax hit, but his warm embrace was too strong as a temptation to deny.

She abandoned herself into the stirrings of arousal, her moans rising as her body was ravaged by his hands, resistance as an idea losing its weight completely. She was in a state of total surrender… She wished she could cheat a bit, but with her hands still bound behind, there wasn't much she could do.

The only option she had … rubbing her body against his as fast as she could, searching for a climax, slowly turning into a complete mess, with each second pushing her closer to a climax. Lost in the feeling, she didn't even notice him adjusting his shaft, which slipped between her thighs, rubbing against her wetness.

It was too dangerous, enough to finally make her speak and stop the charade … but her body chose that exact moment to reach the peak. The pleasure exploded in her, and her knees lost their power, collapsing on the floor.

"That was fun, Susan, but since your aunt is yet to arrive, I need to leave," Harry suddenly spoke while she was trying to contain her arousal in a way that wouldn't reveal her identity. "Just tell her that I need to talk to her about the next stage of plans."

With that, he walked away, leaving Amelia, the reigning Minister of Magic on her knees, half-covered with an invisibility cloak and trembling…