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The Affair	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 55609 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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He reached out and gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "So, let's discuss your limits...shall we?" He watched her closely. He knew she was aroused, just as he was. But he wanted to be anything other than predictable, hence his decision not to touch her sexually… at least not yet.
He waved his wand and a folder and quill flew out of his desk, landing on his lap. Glancing over the papers inside, he could see out of the corner of his eye she was restless and uncomfortable. It amused him, he wouldn't deny it. There was something very gratifying about having Hermione Granger kneeling at his feet; doing it by her free will simply because he commanded it despite her obvious frustration with the demand. But Draco was not about to push her but so far. Entering into a contract negotiation with an irritated witch was never a good idea. It would be to his advantage for Hermione to be agreeable, therefore it would be best if she were comfortable, more relaxed.
He closed the folder as he stood and reached his hand out to her. "Come, Pet. Stand up."
She took his hand and let out a soft breath of relief as she stood.
Draco scanned her naked form one more time, fighting his impulse to simply take her at this moment. Everything about her was inviting; her creamy, soft skin with its slight pink blush, her pert nipples standing at attention under his gaze, her neatly trimmed chestnut curls at the apex of her thighs, the scent of arousal she was emitting, and then her eyes… Soft, fawn-brown irises with flecks of gold. He could get lost in her eyes, but right now there was another part of her body he was dying to get lost in. He took a deep calming breath, forcing himself to keep it together
Still holding her hand, he led her to the wall that was opposite the glass wall. He tapped it with his wand and a door appeared. Opening it, he led her into a large walk in closet with an attached bathroom.
Hermione's jaw dropped. The hidden closet was bigger than her bedroom. Several muggle suits as well as wizarding robes were hanging pristinely. There were several pairs of dress shoes as well as casual ones on shelves clearly designed for the purpose of holding them. There were drawers built into the wall of varying heights and widths. She noticed the bathroom, as well as another door that was closed. He led her to where several dress shirts were hanging, handing her one. "Here, Pet. Put this on. Don't button it."
Hermione took the white, button down he handed her and slipped it on. She shook her head in dismay as she looked around her. "Why do you have so many clothes here?"
Draco reached towards her and gently took her right wrist, speaking softly. "Sometimes I sleep here. Well, I used to, before the divorce. It was hard to be at home sometimes." As he spoke, he rolled up first her right and then her left sleeve. Hermione caught her reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror. The shirt came to her mid thighs but fell open, leaving her nakedness on display. She would have liked to have put on her bra and panties as well, but that didn't seem to be on Draco's agenda. He stepped back from her and grinned. "You are one sexy witch, Pet. I might have you dress like this when we are alone from now on."
He gestured towards to bathroom. "Feel free to use the loo and then come back to the sofa."
Leaving her behind, he exited the closet and headed back to his folder, picking it up to glance through more thoroughly. It was quite amusing Hermione had mentioned limits. He had made up this checklist several weeks ago, long before he knew Hermione would become his submissive. He had fully intended to seek out a submissive and had made this list for the purpose of determining compatibility. But amazingly, he didn't just have any submissive, he had Hermione. Looking over the listed items and activities, he was hopeful she would be adventurous and willing to try new things. He knew she had little experience, but so far, she had been very agreeable. He hoped that continued. He would take things as slowly as necessary. Now that he had her, he didn't want to scare her away.
He turned when he heard her approaching. "Sit on the sofa, Pet. Make yourself comfortable." He walked to the bar and poured them each a glass of wine. As he walked back towards her he asked, "How long can you stay this afternoon?"
She accepted the glass and pondered her answer. "I don't have any appointments, but would like to get to Gringotts if possible and it would be best if I were home by five-thirty so that I can have dinner ready by the time..." She stopped speaking, not wanting to say Theo's name and not wanting to think about him. She was doing a good job suppressing the guilt, but she knew it would hit her later.
Draco nodded, not saying anything, knowing exactly where her thoughts had taken her. "Well, we have plenty time then, as it's only two forty-five."
He picked up the folder and quill and sat down next to her. "So, I just so happen to have a D/s agreement and checklist. It's something I've been working on for a few weeks. The first page just generalizes the nature of the relationship and then I have specific activities and limits listed on another page." It wasn't written with you specifically in mind, so the monogamous part clearly doesn't apply. " He handed it to her.
Hermione scanned it over:
Submissive behavioral expectations while in the presence of the Dominant:
1. Submissive will obey Dominant at all times as long as his demands fall within the confines of this agreement.
2. Submissive will not speak unless spoken to.
3. Submissive will refer to Dominant as 'Sir', unless given leave otherwise.
4. Submissive will not look Dominant in the eyes unless given permission.
5. Submissive will dress as Dominant requests.
6. Submissive will use agreed upon safe word if at any time she wishes the scenario or activity to stop.
7. Submissive will be monogamous and will not engage in any sexual activities with anyone other than the Dominant.
8. Submissive will communicate to Dominant any concerns, needs or desires during agreed upon times of open discussion. She will remain respectful during these conversations.
Dominant behavioral expectations while in the presence of submissive;
1. The Dominant acknowledges that the submissive chooses to yield power, and therefore the ultimate control lies with her. Without her consent, the Dominant holds no power over her.
2. Through the power yielded to him, the Dominant will strive to meet the submissive's need to relinquish control in a safe environment. The safety of the submissive will be paramount.
3. The Dominant will strive to meet the submissive's sexual, physical and emotional needs and desires. To meet these needs, in addition to other means at his disposal, he will punish and/or reward the submissive as he determines necessary.
4. The Dominant will respect the limits of the submissive, avoiding all hard limits and pushing soft limits in a way the Dominant deems appropriate. Limits will be re-addressed at periodic intervals as trust builds between the parties.
5. The Dominant will communicate and will allow the submissive to communicate any concerns, needs or desires during agreed upon times of open discussion.
6. The Dominant will not engage in any sexual activities with anyone other than the submissive.
7. The Dominant will cherish the gift of submission and recognizes the trust the submissive has bestowed upon him. He will never take advantage of that trust or abuse his power over the submissive in any way.
Hermione looked up and turned to him.
His eyes were on hers, a touch of uncertainty in his expression. He took the sheet from her. "Well, what do you think?" Before she could answer he continued, "I have another sheet that lists out specific activities."
Hermione was quiet, lost in thought. After a minute or so she responded, "well, with the exception of number 7 on the submissive's part, I don't see anything that I can't live with. I like that we will have periods of open communication." She paused and looked out the window. "Given that we are friends outside of this arrangement and given the fact that our jobs may bring us together occasionally, I think we need to have clear parameters about what specific times and situations the behaviors will be expected." She gave him a stern look. "Also, what I stressed at lunch is very important. This...arrangement...has nothing to do with work and you can't punish me for anything work related."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Yes, you made that perfectly clear." He gave her a stern look in return. "I also would like us to agree on a minimum amount of time we spend together each week. I don't want to go several days without seeing you."
Hermione shrugged. "I work for myself. As long as we can meet up during the day, I don't see why I can't see you a couple times a week." Hermione started chewing her lip, lost in thought.
He watched her for a minute before asking. "What is it, Granger? You've got that look on your face again. Now's the time to bring up your concerns."
Hermione looked up at him, concern etched on her face. "Draco, the monogamous part. I realize that given our particular situation that piece doesn't apply, but I can't help wondering, are you sleeping with anyone right now?"
Draco studied her, contemplating how to respond. "Pet, I'm not currently sleeping with anyone but you." He sighed, "I have no desire for a wife or even a girlfriend." He gave her a stern look. "But, I need to see you, Granger. When I wrote this, I was envisioning a submissive who would be available to me on weekends and a couple times a week. I realize you can't commit to that amount of time, but at least twice a week I want to see you. I would prefer more."
Hermione nodded, chewing her bottom lip. "I'll do my best, Draco. We'll have to figure out some kind of schedule and some way of communicating, other than owls coming to my office."
Draco nodded in agreement. "I think it would be best if we mixed up where we meet as well. Meeting here sometimes will work, especially as long as you are representing that goblin." He rolled his eyes. "But, I think we should meet somewhere less...visible." He thought for a minute. "Maybe I'll rent us a flat somewhere." Another idea came to him. "Perhaps we could use charmed jewelry or coins or something to communicate. You know, like you so brilliantly thought up and implemented for the DA back at Hogwarts." Hermione nodded, her mind absently thinking back to Hogwarts. She shook it off, not wanting to let herself get caught up in those memories.
Draco interrupted her train of thought. "This is a list of sexual limits. It has over 100 items listed on it which I collected from various BDSM resource materials, as well as my own experiences. It includes sexual acts, types of role play, punishment devices, pleasure devices and types of bondage." He pointed to the side of the sheet. "You need to assign a number from 1-5 for each item. A five means you love it. A one means it's a soft limit. A soft limit is something you don't have any desire to do and might be willing to do it down the road if we work up to it. Go ahead and just cross out things you will not do, in other words, your hard limits."
She looked it over and noticed he had already crossed out some items. Such as acts involving animals or human waste. She took her time reading down the list and then looked up at him. "Do you want me to do this now? This is quite a list!"
Draco grinned. "No time like the present. Besides, I'm exceptionally curious what your limits are."
She took the quill he offered her, "Fine, but it will take me a while."
Draco watched her as she studied and read down the page, making occasional marks before starting from the top again. She turned to him, "Draco, most of these I've never done before. I... I don't know and can only guess what I will like and won't like." She looked back at the list and made a few more marks.
"Don't overthink this, Pet. We'll make adjustments as we go. Just...try to be open minded, ok?" He continued, in a reassuring tone. "We'll start with things you know you like and I'll slowly introduce you to more experiences. We'll continue to explore what you enjoy and leave behind what you don't." He peeked at what she had marked and was pleased she scored oral sex, both giving and receiving with 5's.
She noticed him looking over her shoulder, "Go away! I can't think straight with you...hovering over me." She shooed him away, playfully.
Disappointed, he conceded. "Fine, I'll go to my desk and give you some...space."
Draco looked up when she started towards him with the folder. The oversized shirt billowed open as she walked towards him, giving him a lovely view of her naked body, covered only by thigh high stockings. Her stockings and heels were acceptable, but now that she was his, he would prefer to see her in the finest silks and lingerie. She walked up close beside him on his left, laying the folder on his desk in front of him.
He opened it with his right hand and began running his left hand up and down her right thigh as he read. He tried not to show too much excitement as he read over her list. While she had a lot of 1's, she had only crossed out a couple lines. She was even more adventurous than he had hoped for. Soft limits could be worked with, hard limits were off the table and her hard limits were more than reasonable. After looking it over, he pushed his chair back from the desk. He had waited as long as he could. He wanted her...now.
"Kneel in front of my chair."
Hermione tried to contain her irritation as she went to her knees in front of him…once again. The list had aroused her, and she wanted his hands on her. In truth, she had wanted him to touch her ever since lunch and every time she thought he was going to, she had been let down. Her gaze slid from his eyes to his hands as he began to undo his buckle and untuck his shirt. Her anticipation grew as he unzipped his trousers and his erection sprang free. He stroked it a couple times as he looked her in the eyes, his unspoken command quite obvious.
Hermione shifted herself over his lap and took the mushroom head of his swollen cock into her mouth. She took her time, moving slowly down and back up, her tongue swirling and massaging his length as she got a feel for him. She felt his hands on the back of her head before he grabbed a handful of hair, guiding her movements, controlling her pace. She concentrated on relaxing her throat and jaw, taking him deeper with each pass until she couldn't take him any further without gagging. He let out a hiss and pulled her head away from him.
"Sit on the desk, facing me," he demanded in an urgent voice. He took her hand, helping her to stand as he pushed his chair back. She slid onto his desk and obeyed when he whispered in a raw voice, "Spread your legs, wide." His eyes feasted on her glistening folds as she placed her feet on the arms of his chair. He rolled the chair closer, inhaling her sweet and tangy scent of arousal as he moved his mouth to her core. She let out a keening mewl as he slowly moved his tongue up and down her pussy, occasionally swirling his tongue over her erect clit. She fell back on his desk, her hips undulating wantonly as he feasted. Suddenly, he pushed away from his chair, standing up and looking down at her spread out before him, his hands on her knees holding her open. He urgently stepped closer and reached under her thighs, lifting her as he slid into her. He let out a low growl and after a brief pause, he began pumping her quickly.
Hermione's climax was building quickly. He was rough, and hard and pumping her with abandon. She thrust her hips eagerly, keeping up with his pace, loving the feel of him inside her. He moved his right hand from under her thigh and grabbed her left breast, massaging it and pinching her nipple roughly which caused her to squeal as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He continued to pluck and then pinch her before massaging her entire breast again, relishing the affect he was having on her. It was clear she enjoyed rough breast handling. Her climax continued to build as he pumped her vigorously. His left hand moved to her clit and gave it a hard rub as he gave her nipple another hard pinch. A smile crept across his mouth when she quivered and shook as her orgasm overcame her. His hand continued massaging her breast as the fluttering of her inner walls stimulated him to his own release. A throaty moan escaped his mouth as he collapsed forward on top of her, slowly catching his breath.
After his breathing slowed he pulled his head back and looked down at her. His eyes moved from her sated gaze to her mouth and then back to her eyes. He stared into them for a couple seconds and then crashed his mouth onto hers. His kiss was demanding. Her mouth fought back with the same urgency, their tongues wrestling for dominance before Hermione relaxed and gave into him. He smiled as he kissed her, recognizing her conceding control. He kissed down her neck to her throat to her breasts where he sucked on each of her rock-hard nipples. Her left nipple was very red from his aggressive attentions and she moaned slightly when he plucked it with his teeth. "Tender, Pet?" He asked her teasingly, with a knowing, deviant grin.
Her eyes glittered with a playful gleam. "Why on earth would it be tender?"
He laughed as he pulled himself up, now standing and looking down at her still spread out before him. He reached his hand out to her. "Come, let's get that taken care of, shall we?"
As he led her back to his bathroom he internally rejoiced that she had given breast play a 4 on her limits list. He would have to invest in some nipple clamps, which she had only given a 2, with an asterisk. She had put an asterisk next to every activity she had never done before. He could tell that once she experienced them, she would love them.
He led her towards the sink and sat her on the stool against the wall. He took the container of skin calming balm and scooped out a small amount. He turned towards her and said softly. "Lift your breasts and present them to me."
Hermione thought for a second or two and then lifted them, holding them up as he delicately rubbed the balm over her tender peaks, paying particular attention to her left one which had been pinched multiple times. The balm left her skin feeling first tingly and then cool. She looked down to see her nipple was no longer red, but back to its normal pink shade.
He let out a sigh and put the container back on the shelf. "Is there any chance I can see you this weekend?"
Hermione shook her head. "I…don't know. Theo usually stays home on the weekends, he rarely works. Sometimes he has family obligations...which you know I am no part of." She couldn't help the slight bitterness in her voice.
He turned to her. "His mother still harboring the same old biases?"
She shrugged. "His mother...tolerates me. I think she still blames me for his father's death in Azkaban."
Draco nodded and stroked her cheek in sympathy. "I'm sorry, Pet. You don't deserve that." She stood up and followed him back to the sofa where he picked up her clothes and handed them to her. She slid off his shirt and began to dress.
He stepped back and watched her. "Pet, if you can get away, even for an hour, send me an owl." She nodded and continued dressing. An idea came to him. "I want to know you are thinking of me this weekend." She was zipping up her skirt.
"Look at me." He demanded. His tone was no longer soft. His eyes were dark and his stance Dominant. "Tonight, you will not drink any alcohol. You will eat a hearty dinner because you barely touched your lunch. Tomorrow you will eat breakfast, with eggs and a meat of some sort." He started to pace. "At noon, if you are home, you will walk to the living room window and look across the street. You will be thinking of me and imagining me standing behind you, kissing your neck, pressing myself against you. You will run your hand down your front and lightly pinch your nipple over your shirt." He paused. "I might be watching, I might not. If you are home and do not follow my instruction, I will punish you. If I find out you have disobeyed any of these instructions, you will be punished...Do you understand?"
Hermione swallowed and nodded. "Yes. I understand."
He walked over to her and pulled her to him, giving her an urgent kiss. "Come to me...here... on Monday, 10 am. Can you do that?"
Hermione ran through her schedule for next week in her mind. "Yes, yes I think so."
He looked down at her. "Think about a way for us to communicate. I will work on finding a more...suitable place for us to meet." He watched her as she finished dressing. "You might be married to Theo, but you also belong to me, Pet." His tone became softer. "I realize we didn't discuss or agree to you obeying me when we aren't together, but I need this from you. I need to know you are thinking of me."
Hermione looked up at him, realizing for the first time that his need for her, matched, if not surpassed, her need for him. She reached up and stroked his face with the back of her hand. "I will do as you say, Draco. There's no going back now. I'm married to Theo, but I'm your submissive. I'll do as you say, and I'll be thinking of you."
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