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His Blood	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Blaise Views: 8724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N- First as always a huge thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome beta! I know my posting on this site has been sporadic lately, but I hope to pick up again now that the holidays are slowing down for my family.
She looked into his eyes and wondered why her entire body was humming with his hold and his words. She was five years older in the blood than him, and she had drunk from a powerful vampire lord, she couldn’t understand how he always held her so easily when no man or vampire could have done it before.
“I’m not going to make it easy for you.” She told him seriously. Many had tried to make a claim on her, and she wasn’t one that would bow to someone easily. She realized some dark part of her wanted the fight, and she wanted him to win, but only if he could truly win.
“Haven't you been listening kitten?” He asked in an almost loving tone that contrasted greatly with his firm hold. “I don’t want you to be easy; I want you to be mine. Now I seem to remember promising you a punishment.” He said as a hardness slipped into his voice.
He let go of one of her wrists to reach behind her, but before she could slap him across the face he had his fingers tangled into her hair and was leading her forcefully to her knees. She fought the hold and still tried to undo or scratch him with her free hand.
She got him in the arm, opening deep gashes in his bicep, but it only made him hold her hair more tightly and jerk her neck back so she was forced to look where he wanted.
“Such a naughty little kitten.” He said seeming more amused than hurt. “I think I know exactly where she will get her first punishment.” He added and his eyes lit with the idea.
He used her hair like a leash, leading her more deeply into his flat. She tried to sit or grab things, and as they moved, he only dragged her across the floor almost not even slowing at the extra weight.
When they got to the room he wanted, he pulled her up over a leather piece of furniture. It was cold against her exposed flesh and she still fought to push it away. She had no time to see where they were as he struggled to get her where he wanted her and she struggled not to go.
He seemed to put all of his strength into keeping her pinned down before finally resorting to using a sticking spell to keep her firmly in place on what she now realized was an ottoman. She swung her now messy hair out of her eyes as best she could so she could glare up at him.
“I could simply rip this thing apart to free myself.” She said looking up into his triumphant eyes.
“You can try.” He offered easily as if he knew something she didn’t.
When she tried to pull her arms and crack the wood it didn’t even creek or split, and she did a good job of really tiring herself out as she tried.
“Solid hawthorn.” He said after a good ten minutes of smirking at her and letting her exhaust herself. “Charmed by the maker with an impervious in the finish.”
“Stupid wizard carpenter.” She grumbled resting her cheek against the cool leather to catch her breath.
Blaise laughed outright at this then sat down out of her current view. A moment later, she jerked as his feet settled on her back.
“Get off of me!” She growled as she started to fight uselessly once again. She could feel that he still had his shoes on.
The low warning growl forced a shiver through her body. “That wasn’t very respectful kitten.” He said taking his feet down before standing. She could feel the heat of him behind her, but she had no way of seeing what he was up to.
Suddenly, and without any sort of warning the white-hot heat of a handprint fired to life on her bum. “Naughty and disrespectful kittens get spanked.” He told her before his hand was flurrying strikes on her barely covered arse.
Her brain just seemed to stop working as the heat built in her arse. She knew he had to be using his full strength on her, and she knew that it would indeed leave the black and blue marks he had promised her a short while ago.
She was shaking by the time he stopped and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath as a now gentle hand ran ever so softly over her bum. “Have you ever been spanked before?” He asked in a gentle way. “You’re shaking.”
“No.” She gasped slightly as she could feel him easily sink a finger inside of her throbbing core.
“Did you like it?” He asked his tone seemed to be without judgment, and she didn’t feel as if she could lie to him.
“I think I did.” She admitted as her body tried to push back against his hand. She suddenly needed to know he wasn’t mad at her. It was odd for her to need the approval of anyone for some time now, but the need was so strong she wanted to cry.
“Such a good little kitten.” He said as he lazily pumped the finger inside of her. “My good little kitten.” He praised as if he knew exactly what she needed.
“I’ve never…this is very new for me Master.” She said using the term only because she wanted more approval.
“I don’t want you to call me that.” He said his thumb moving around so that he teased the area just around her clit.
“W-what should I call you when we are like this?” She asked as she closed her eyes and focused on just how skilled he was with his hands.
“I’ve always liked Baron.” He told her gently as he brought her closer and closer to the peak of pleasure. “Baron and his kitten.” He purred running his free hand over her sore bottom.
She gasped at the way the pain mixed with the pleasure and tried to press herself against his hand.
“And when we are in front of anyone, even that Wilton man that already knows what I really am, than you will call me Blaise and I will call you Hermione.” He continued as if he wasn’t playing her like a skilled musician plays his violin.
“Yesss…” She moaned her agreement actually pleased he understood she could never submit in front of anyone.
She could feel she was on the very edge of bliss, her toes were starting to curl, and her body just starting to tense, when he got to his feet and pulled his hands away. She whimpered at the loss, frowning at him as he moved into her vision.
He moved the hair from her eyes so they could look properly at each other. “Are you tamed for the night my kitten?” He asked seriously. “And before you answer you should know the one thing that I will not tolerate from you is lying.”
She frowned at this and searched her own soul for the answer to his question. “Maybe a few hours at least.” She said honestly. After the struggle and the punishment, she felt a need to please him, but she didn’t think the feeling would last.
“Good kitten for telling me the truth.” He said petting the side of her face before freeing her from the charm that kept her locked to the ottoman.
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