Author's Notes: Written for Taragh McCarthy's Word Limit Competition on the HPFC forum.

Word Limit: 500 Words
Prompt: Breathe In, Breathe Out

Warnings: Sexual content, not quite safe/sane/consensual BDSM, bondage, breathplay.

500 words exactly. Enjoy!


"It's easy, Cissa. Just breathe in and breathe out."

Narcissa blinked slowly at Rodolphus, biting on her lip. She had never been one for rough sex or what she referred to in her mind as "unusual" practices, but Rodolphus had been pressing her for weeks to try "something new", and she didn't like denying him.

"Please, Cissa…" he begged.

She hesitated a moment, then said, "Well… we can try it, I suppose."

Rodolphus had never looked happier.

He had her tied up in minutes, her wrists bound tightly to the bedposts so that she couldn't pull loose. Rodolphus was terribly clever with knots, and was not going to let his little girl pull away and ruin the game…

It was a game to him.

"Rod?" she whispered, but he pressed his finger to her lips. "Don't speak, Cissa."

She nodded, swallowing, then shut her eyes, trembling a little bit as Rodolphus pulled her legs apart. His broad hands felt good and familiar on her, stroking her gently, and she found herself relaxing for him. By the time he thrust inside her, the fact that she was bound and immobile did not distress her anymore.

"Remember…" he murmured in her ear, "Breathe in and breathe out. It's easy."

"Yes, Rod," Narcissa whispered, distracted by the pleasure building between her legs.

She began to shake again, though, when Rodolphus's fingers curled around her throat.

"Shh, Cissa…" he murmured. "It's all right…"

"Wait, no, Rod, I'm scared…"

"I won't hurt you," he breathed. "Not really. You know that. Now just breathe in, breathe out, and enjoy it."

Narcissa whimpered, but nodded, biting down on her lip. Should have known better than to let Rodolphus play his games with you, said a voice suspiciously like Druella's in her head, but she did her best to ignore it. His fingers tightened around her throat, and she struggled to draw air into her lungs.

Breathe in, breathe out…

She could hear Rodolphus's laboured panting over her, feel him thrusting into her over and over, his speed increasing, but her brain was going hazy around the edges. She couldn't breathe anymore, despite her best efforts and the words she kept repeating in her mind, breathe in, breathe out…

"R- R–" she tried, but his hand was too tight around her throat. Stars popped before her eyes, there was a rushing in her ears, and Narcissa was sure she was going to die. As if from a great distance, she heard Rodolphus moan and felt a hot rush of liquid inside her.

His grip on her throat relaxed and he sank down beside her, laying gentle kisses on her skin.

"Rod?" Narcissa whimpered, "I didn't like…"

"Shh… Cissa…" He pressed a finger to her lips. "It makes me happy… and you want me to be happy, don't you?"

The guilt was overwhelming. He hadn't hurt her, and here she was, so unwilling to try something new.

"Of course I do, Rod," she whispered.

"That's my good girl."