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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39683 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I don't own the characters, the ideas, or the books. I just like to imagine in JK's world for a bit. I am not making a profit from this story.

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This chapter is a strong lemon with a dom/Hermione sub/Draco theme. I haven't seen too many of those in my day, and I decided to challenge myself when I receieved a review off of that said 'I hope this isn't another one of those dom/Draco sub/Hermione stories'. Well. I think I've officially taken that to heart, and created something different from it, after WayMay jokingly suggested that they should roleplay hooker/client. And then this happened. XD I'm always up for a good challenge.
Thank you, WayMay, for not laughing at me (at least in words) for writing this bit of fun smut. XD
~A.
This is something that I love, listen I'm about to teach
Every single girl should embrace their inner freaky freak.
Don't be scared, don't be shy, yes you gotta let it be.
I can give instructions if ya like to, like to hear me speak.
Let me see those handcuffs off
Let me see that leather gear
Kiss him, slap him, pull his hair
Make him yo bitch in here
He wanna see you get down low
He wanna hear you, hear you go
I can be a freak, every day of every week
"Freak" by Estelle
"Well?" Draco sneered quietly as he shut the door behind him. "You have me here, Hermione. Now what will you-"
"-Stop talking," she told him, a commanding tone in her voice that he assumed she must have used in her classroom. Draco raised a superior eyebrow but said nothing. He simply locked the door behind him, gave a critical smirk, and tried his best to stay calm despite venturing into uncharted territory. Why did I have to check off that submissive box on that bloody list? It wasn't as if he hadn't ever wanted to give it a go -but he never imagined that he'd find a willing participant, and it wasn't something that was on his priority list, in any case. He was always perfectly content with being dominating in the bedroom, thank you very much. So when Hermione glared at him with a fire he only recognized when he practiced it in the mirror, he swallowed a lump in his throat and prepared himself.
He watched her smile gently, eyes trailing over each and every bit of his form, perhaps taking a bit longer on the apparent stiffness in his pants. Merlin, he wanted to slam her against a wall and have his way with her now. He didn't do well with waiting. Attempting his best to fall into his role, he shrugged indifferently and crossed his arms, giving her notice that he was waiting on a verbal cue.
She inhaled slowly, building up confidence, and when she had assembled enough of it, she said in a low, seductive way, "You're mine tonight, Draco. That means what I want when I want it. Understood?"
Yeah, yeah. He knew the terms. That didn't mean he couldn't be defiant. He gave a faint yawn and sinister smirk before replying with a shrug, "Of course, Hermione. Whatever you want."
"Mistress."
Fuck. Did his cock just twitch at that? Maybe he had heard her wrong. Surely she wasn't asking him to… "Excuse me?"
"Tonight, you're to refer to me as Mistress. It's my night, my rules."
He felt the muscles in his face tighten, and couldn't believe that she expected him to be submissively obedient. But, before he knew what happened, he heard his voice say, "Very well, Mistress." He bit at the word like he could tear it apart with his teeth. Hmm. Well… that wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be. It was fun.
He watched the tension in her face melt into triumphant glory. And, for some reason, that set something off within him -a want to please her again. She looked so beautiful when she stood before him with confidence -it was one of the reasons he found her so attractive; she never let him bully her around. In fact, she bullied right back. The idea that he could stir that kind of poise in her shoulders and that breathtaking smile on her lips made the whole 'submissive' pill easier to swallow. He told himself that he had control of the situation by being able to evoke pleasurable responses from her depending on his own. Yes. He could do this. He wouldn't back away from this challenge one bit.
"Good boy," she applauded him, curling a 'come-hither' finger in his direction. "My dress is a bit tight, Draco. Could you help me out of it?" She turned on the spot, baring the glowing skin of the back of her neck and tops of her shoulder blades to him. Eagerly, he crossed the room, dress shoes clicking across the floor. When he made it to her, he extended his long fingers out to undo the zipper of her dress, but she spun back around, chewing her bottom lip. "Wait. I've changed my mind. Remove your clothes first."
"You want me to strip for you?" he chuckled. She gave him a reprimanding look, and it took him a moment to realize his mistake, adding, "Mistress?"
"I would love that." She patted his cheek, kissed his lips, and sauntered to the bed. With a graceful fall, she sat on the bed and crossed her knees, allowing the short skirting of her dress to hike up her thigh. She folded her hands on her knees and wiggled a heeled foot leisurely. "Well?"
"Oh." He felt his cheeks burn; it wasn't usual for him to be so inexperienced in the bedroom. Of course, most of the partners he'd been with were prudish or only interested in a quick shag. Hermione differed from them in all aspects, from her looks, to her personality, to the deliciously adventurous prowess she possessed when it came to sensuality. He'd never before been asked to strip for someone else's pleasure.
With careful fingers and a forced, 'confident' smirk (because at the moment he felt anything but), he reached up to his tie and loosened it. Hermione watched, eagerness filtering into the glint of her eyes. If she wants a show… He held his head high as he slid the tie through its knot and slipped it from around his neck. Then he tossed it at her, grinning seductively. In moments, he had kicked off his shoes and dress socks. Next, he went to the buttons of his shirt, taking careful time to pluck each one with precise movements. Her eyes drank in each new bit of skin revealed as he began to expose the base of his throat, his collarbone, his chest. When he got about halfway down to the bottom of his sternum, he changed course, removing his cufflinks from his wrists instead. With a clink, the first one fell to the floor. Then the other. He made sure to keep eye contact with her, even when her gaze would trail away to other parts of his body. He went back to work on his shirt buttons, even slower this time. He heard her breath catch when he finished the final button and slid the soft material down the length of his arms. He self-consciously glanced down at his mark, braver this time around when it came to showing it off. A week ago, he was sure she would run out of the closet, or at least remember the fact that he, at one point in the youth, had been branded her mortal enemy. Literally. But instead, she only cared about the scars. About his pain. About his emotional stature. She was an odd one, indeed.
He ambled towards her, sluffing the remaining bit of cloth from his wrists. When he arrived only a foot from her, he playfully tossed the shirt on her head. She laughed, taken aback, and jerked the white material off of her face. To be fun, he blew her a mock kiss, his sureness climbing like fire, setting a blaze in his belly and heat over his skin. He knew he was tempting her, being close enough to touch, and with that, he brought his fingers to the buckle of his belt and waggled his eyebrows. "Does my Mistress approve?" he asked, coaxing his voice with gravelly timbre.
She stared at his fingers poised around the leather and metal and then nodded slowly. Airily, she replied, "Very much so."
"Good. I only live to serve." Draco held back a small chuckle as he tugged back the leather strip and freed the buckle from its loopholes. Deliberately, he took his time to pull the belt from around his hips and offered it out to her. To his amusement, shaking hands came up and took it from him. "Is something wrong, Mistress?"
Hermione gathered up her wits and narrowed her eyes. "Didn't I tell you to stop talking?"
"My apologies." He went back to work, curling his fingers around the clasp of his pants. As he pulled the zipper down in one quick, purposeful movement, he noticed her biting her lip. Come on, he internally whined. If she keeps that up, I'm not going to be a very good slave. Hmm… maybe she'd punish me? "Would my Mistress enjoy helping me?" Damn it; now he was enjoying this pet-name for her more than he should.
There were only two ways this could go; one being that she would reprimand him for speaking out of term. But, much to his delight, she went with option B and extended her hands to the waistband of his trousers. He took a chance, reaching out to stroke the side of her right cheek with his free hand, while the other slid over one of her own and encouraged her. His breathing hitched when she moved with his hand, pulling down the fabric over his hipbones, sliding it casually over his thighs, and allowing the pants to, finally, fall to the floor, leaving him in nothing but his set of boxer-briefs. After stepping out of the leg holes and shoving the pants aside, he guided her hands back to the V of his hips.
She tugged him forward, lessening the space between them to mere inches. He could feel her warm breath tickle the base of his stomach, below his bellybutton, where a trail of white-blonde hair led down to the band of his boxer shorts. Please, he thought, please do something. Command something of me. Just… something.
"I forget… have you ever done anything like this before?" she asked, her voice a lush whisper, caressing his skin. He closed his eyes at the sensation and feebly shook his head.
"This is all new for me, Granger," he teased, and she granted the break in character.
"Mmmh…" Unexpectedly, Draco felt her tongue dart out and trace a warm, wet line from the band of his underwear to the dip in his bellybutton. It almost tickled, but the erogenous texture of her tongue snuffed that sensation out immediately. Before he knew what he was doing, Draco heard himself moan.
Damn it! He was not a moaner. He made the woman moan. Damn her. Damn her and her velvety tongue…
She withdrew her face from his stomach and leaned back on the bed, propped on her elbows, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "Give us a show."
Draco looked at her suspiciously.
She raised her eyebrows, nudging down to his privates trapped inside the confines of their material prison. "Touch yourself for me."
Oh, what a naughty girl. But why should he make this easy for her?
"Touch myself? Is that what you desire?" He forced his voice into a lower register.
"That's what I desire."
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and smirked. Then he waited. She stared up at him, expectant, and when he didn't move, she furrowed her eyebrows together.
"I told you to touch yourself."
"And I did, Mistress." He stroked his fingers over his chin again, giving her a flirtatious wink. "I'm so sorry. I guess you're just not very specific. My other clients tell me exactly what they want."
He could see the flicker of jealousy behind her eyes at the mention of other women, and it made his cock twitch happily. Good. He rather liked the idea of Hermione Granger fighting to keep what was hers. And was he ever hers.
She pushed herself up so that she leaned back against her hands and said, "Tonight, I'm your only client. Do you understand, Draco?"
A metaphoric leash wrapped tightly around his throat, and Draco found that he rather liked the tug of it. Being bound to this possessive woman gave his pride a not-so-needed boost, and he found himself smirking with satiability. With a nod, he said, "Yes, Mistress."
"Take off your underwear."
Underwear? What underwear? Draco slipped it down his hips in a flash and shimmied his ankles out of them until he stood stark nude, hungry for her. He loved the way her beautiful brown eyes lagged over his erect cock while she licked her lips. Those same lips that he wished would wrap themselves around him right about now…
"Good boy," she hummed in approval. It sent shivers down his spine. "Now, touch yourself. I want to see you stroke yourself like you would if you were alone in the shower."
How did she know he liked to wank it there? -He did as he commanded, the fingers of his left hand gripping around the base of his shaft. Then, eyes lost in hers and a burn in his ears, he glided his hand over the length, palming the head eagerly, tugging gingerly back down, and then did it all over again. Hermione observed, mouth parting at each stroke. This was new to him as well; stroking one off in front of a woman? He'd never met one who would have been comfortable with it. But there was Hermione, the brave, bold Gryffindor, taking in each and every bit of him as he fondled himself in front of her. It only made him harder.
"You're left-handed," she noted in a quiet whisper, but before Draco could come back with some quip, she commanded him again. "Stop. I want you to undress me now."
With a slight groan, Draco released his hand from his pulsing cock, cursing under his breath. "I don't like being teased, Mistress."
"Well, luckily this isn't about what you like," she winked at him. "My shoes first, if you wouldn't mind. On your knees."
The dominant side of him snarled internally at her, but the newly submissive side forced him down on his knees at the foot of her bed, already reaching for one of her heels. He leaned back on his ankles, finding a good balance, and slipped the first shoe off torpidly. He didn't ask her permission before he cast her leg over his shoulder and scooted closer to the bed, and, by default, closer to what was between those lengthy legs of hers. Unlike the first shoe, he slipped the second one off quickly and put the other leg over his free shoulder. Before she could protest, he reached up, grabbed her around the hips, and jerked her forward, riding her dress up to her pelvis and exposing her alluring black, lace panties.
"Draco…" she warned him, head arched back and eyes closed. "I didn't say you could do that."
"But I want to make my Mistress feel good," he cooed, leaning his head forward to posessively tease the warm, wanting bud of her clit with his breath. Even through her underwear, he could feel the heat vibrating from her skin. The scent of her arousal mixed with the sight of the dampness along her slit made him dart his tongue out for a taste. Above him, Hermione gasped, and around him, her thighs flexed. "Wouldn't you like to feel good, Hermione?"
"Yes…"
"Then… please, Mistress. Let me taste you." Holy shite, he was begging. Legitimately begging. And damn it if wasn't one of the most erotic things he'd ever done. "I need to pleasure you, but you won't let me. Let me taste that beautiful pussy of yours, Mistress. I've been ever so good…"
It was with a large satisfaction that he heard Hermione give a luxurious sigh and say, "You have been rather good…"
"Is that a yes…?" He captured the hem of her panties with his teeth and tugged, then released. "Mistress?" His nose nudged against her, and he flicked his tongue out again, dragging it up and down her quim. He received a desperate moan and a quick nod of the head. Draco smirked like a cat that got the cream, and before she had a chance to change her mind, he moved her panties to the side and dove in.
He wondered, then, if she knew how delightful she tasted on his tongue? He lapped at the slickness of her arousal as if it were a candied treat, eager as she moaned above him.
"Yes…" she whimpered, "Like that, Draco. Mmm… God, yes… I've been waiting all night for this… Your tongue feels so good… mmm… slower… yes… right there…"
He obeyed every command from her, slowing down or speeding up or applying more pressure when needed. Before long, he had her legs quaking around his neck and her sighing melodically. Impatient, he ripped at the thin cloth around her hips, hearing the distinct tear of material before she swatted his hand, jerking her head up.
"That's the second pair of my underwear you've ruined."
"My apologies, Mistress…" He didn't give her the opportunity to reprimand him, spreading her thighs with the force of his fingertips before dipping his head again and distracting her with his mouth. He dug his nails in, eliciting a string of gasps and moans while he ate her out. When he was sure she was too lost in bliss to think, he rested his cheek against her thigh and whispered, "I love hearing you moan, Hermione. It's so seductive… you make me want to do things to your body…"
Through raptured breath, she asked, "What sort of things would you do to your mistress?" That little bit of power she commanded at her nickname had his prick leaking pre-cum, aching in want to be touched.
He smirked against her leg. "Tie my mistress up. Shove my cock down her throat and make her gag. Kiss over every inch," he made a point to plant a feather-light kiss over her clit, "of her beautiful body."
A thought came and went across the forefront of his mind; he was ever-so-glad he had asked her to coffee.
He felt her fingertips brush down the sides of his face to cup his cheeks, and with a graceful tug, she guided him to climb the bed and hover his face over hers. There, he stared intently down at her, determined to give her whatever she wanted. Chocolate irises reflected back in his vision, demanding his attention. He stroked the back of his fingers down her cheek and watched her melt into his touch. "What does my mistress want next?" He used his most smooth, tempting tone as his face contorted into one of pure obedience.
She smiled up at him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned up. She planted a few gentle kisses on his lips before she gave her answer. "I'm… I'm a little shy about this next one…"
"Don't be," he heard himself say, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing his erection temptingly close to her warm, wet center, rubbing the length of him against her slick arousal. Draco gave a soft groan in response, fighting his impulse to reach down and shove himself into her. No. He'd have to be good… he was a good boy, after all. "Fuck, Hermi – Mistress…" he corrected himself. "Just tell me what you fucking want… I can't…"
She closed her eyes, mounting her courage, and whispered, "I want to tie you up, Draco. Would you let me?"
His mouth got ahead of his brain. "Yes." Wait. What had he just agreed to? To… to being tied up? Fuck. Fuck, could he do that? Could he give all of his control over? A surge of panic shot up his spine, and his mouth became arid. He felt like bolting out of the room until she opened her eyes once more, and all of his doubts liquefied into a puddle on the floor. He nodded to her, fully decided. "Yes, you can tie me up."
She looked just as surprised as he was at his agreeance. Insentient, her hands fluttered over the sides of his face and his neck as she searched his eyes for resolve and nodded. "Alright, then." She cleared her throat, giving the faintest of smiles. "Why… why don't you be a good boy and stand up for me, then?"
Oh, he'd be a good boy. He'd be the best goddamn boy in the whole fucking world if it meant he could fuck Hermione Granger six ways to Sunday.
He crawled off of her, but not before dipping his head low to land a sensual kiss along her lips. As he stood, he pulled her up to her feet as well, pulse pounding in his throat. She chewed on her lower lip as she turned around, offering her back to him to unzip her dress. With sure fingers, he unclasped the top of the dress and, at a snail's pace, unzipped it. His eyes drank in every bit of her back as he peeled the dress down her form, over the delicious curve of her hips, and finally, she was bare before him. Draco took the time to admire her backside and the way her back swayed as he followed the path of her spine with the pad of his index finger. He heard her gasp, saw the way her head fell back in a delicious display of accidental submission. Chuckling, he stepped away from her, not ready to give up the game just yet. After all, he had his word to uphold. "What next, Mistress?"
She glanced over her shoulder, pupils blown in a lust-filled daze. Her eyes drifted over to her work desk, and she gave a carnal smirk. "Sit down in the chair, Draco."
His body shivered at the sound of his name, and he flexed his hands. Excited, he moved past her, bringing the chair out a few feet, so that it sat perfectly aligned between the desk and the bed. There, he took his place in it like the prince he always associated himself to be, pleased at her look of approbation. He swallowed in every bit of her form, from the pertness of her nipples to the flush of her cheeks, and then suddenly he remembered, "there's a vial in my left pocket."
Hermione raised a curious eyebrow, but went over and retrieved his trousers, digging through the pocket to bring out a bottle of blue, metallic liquid. She recognized the contraceptive immediately, blushed, and nodded to him before she removed the stopper and downed it. Then she crossed the room and retrieved her wand. It was evident to him that she'd never done this before by the way her body trembled. Part of him wanted to reach out and comfort her, but to do that would acknowledge he could see it, and that might make her forget the whole thing. No, Draco couldn't risk that. With each passing moment, he found he wanted to be tied up. Just to experience it and know what all the fuss was about.
So, instead, he bit his lower lip and gave her 'dare you to' eyes. The silent challenge worked, and her shoulders straightened in poised confidence. She sauntered up to him, then around him, scraping her fingernails along his collarbone as she circled him with the graceful essence of a Thunderbird. Draco hissed out a breath of anticipation, awaiting further instruction. "Hands behind your back. Now." Draco did as he was told, flexing his arms back around the wooden frame of the chair. He brought his wrists together and held his breath. There wasn't a word of magic, but he could feel it conjure silken straps around his wrists, though they were loose. He wondered why until Hermione coiled her hand around and put her wand to his mouth. "Hold this for me." Smirking, he reached out with his teeth and clamped down around the wand, taking it from her. She set to work, using the muggle way to tie his wrists behind him. Her movements were quick and precise, as if tying knots were her living. He wanted to comment on it, but the wand in his mouth made speaking rather difficult, so he gave into the silence, leaning his head back. He felt it cushioned against her stomach, and he glanced up to find her smirking down at him. "You look fantastic this way, Draco. You're so much more attractive when you're silent."
He narrowed his eyes challengingly at her but kept the wand trapped between his teeth, compliant. Hermione reached over him, dipping one of her breasts on the side of his cheek, running the length of her fingers down his chest, his abdomen, and finally at the teasing line of his happy trail. He groaned, already feeling his body stir to life with desire. Touch me, he thought.
"Is this what you want, Draco?" she teased, bringing her fingers even closer to his cock. Draco gave a weak groan and gently thrust his hips upward, hoping for some accidental contact, but Hermione withdrew her hand at once, instead placing it on his shoulder. She pushed off of him and stalked around him while taking the wand out of his mouth. He watched her soundlessly as she flicked her wand wrist, and two more soft straps coiled their way around his ankles, fastening his legs to the chair. And, much to his delight, he saw her fall to her knees before him, tightening the straps. And oh, Merlin, that minx's little mouth was ever so close to his erection now, eyeing it over as she secured the final restraint. Then she placed a hand on each of his upper thighs and grinned up at him. "Who do you belong to, Draco?"
He chewed on his lower lip, testing the restraints. He had to give her credit -they were well-done. He gave out a shaky breath and sighed, "You, Mistress."
"Whose cock is this?" she asked, slipping one of her hands around the shaft and poising it at the tip of her lips. "Tell me."
"Y-Yours, Mistress…" He wanted to say 'bloody get on with it', but instead he licked his lips and whimpered, "Put it in your mouth? Please?" Shit. How did those words manage to find their way out? This wasn't like him at all…
"You want me to suck it?"
"Yes… please… I need it. I'm going crazy, Hermione. I-I mean, Mistress."
She gave him an amused grin and darted her tongue out along the head, licking off the pre-cum at the tip. Oh, fuck. His body reacted instantly, and, forgetting his restraints, he made to put his hands in her hair and shove it all the way in. He was quickly reminded by the tightness around his wrists that he was no longer in control. A feral growl escaped the back of his throat, and he threw his head back in frustration. Hermione chuckled, licking up and down the slit of his cock, swirling her tongue around the bell playfully, and then, in one quick movement, took him into her mouth all the way down to the base. Draco's eyes went wide, and a slur of obscenities fell out of his lips. "Fucking holy mother of dragons… that's it, Mistress… take my cock down your throat." Her throat muscles contracted as she made room for the girth of him. She held herself there, with his dick lodged inside of her beautiful mouth, moving her tongue as best she could against his length. Then, ever so slowly, she tightened her lips around his cock and dragged them up the shaft, creating a suction of pressure as she made her way to the tip that had Draco moaning uncontrollably. With a pop, she let his dick fall from her mouth, and she licked her lips.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Fuck yes…." Draco murmured, completely lost in the memory of her mouth on him. "Again. Please."
"No, Draco." She waited patiently for him to focus on her words, and he fixed a brazen stare on her. "I gave you that as a gift -but don't, for a moment, think that you're in control here."
"I…" He fought the urge to snap at her, frustration building within him. "I just…" He growled again. "Stop teasing me."
She raised her eyebrows at him and rose to stand, then climbed atop his lap, draping her legs leisurely around his waist and rubbing that tempting pussy against his dick. "Tease you? You mean like this?" She rolled her hips, her slickness coating his twitching cock. Draco jerked against the restraints but damn it if they weren't tied perfectly. Annoying little perfectionist… She repeated the motion, eliciting a burn of lust in his lower abdomen as he thrust his hips upwards for more contact. She lifted herself up, arms wrapped around his neck, before rubbing her slippery pussy lips down his pelvis and directly down the length of his cock. "Is this what you mean, Draco?"
"Mmm…." He forgot how to speak for a moment, nodding. "You're so wet…"
"Wet for you," she caressed his ear with her lips, nibbling on his earlobe with her teeth. "You're the only one who makes me this wet, Draco. Do you like it?"
"I fucking love it," he answered honestly, closing his eyes to the sensation of her wetness against him. If she would just let him inside… he'd make her ten times wetter. "Let me fuck you, Mistress."
"You want to fuck me?"
"Yes. Please. Let me fill you up with my cock. Let me bring you to ecstasy." He knew that these were the words she wanted to hear, and he was eager to give them over if it meant he could be buried inside of her. "That's why I'm here, isn't it? To give you ultimate pleasure?"
"Yes," she replied, and he could feel the caress of her fingers as she played with her clit while splayed across his length. "I want you to say it, Draco. Say you're my toy."
Ooh, she was going to push her luck, wasn't she? "I… I'm your toy, Mistress."
"Made for my pleasure."
"Only yours."
"And if I wanted to keep you tied to this chair all night so that I could ride you over and over again, you'd let me?"
"Absolutely."
"And what if I told you that you were forbidden to come until I've had my way with you?"
He grinned manically. "What else is a plaything but for to procure my Mistress's wildest fantasies? How many times do you want to come tonight, princess?" He chuckled darkly, opening his eyes to find her staring lustfully back at him, mouth parted, tongue just begging to dance against his. Hermione lost her collected demeanor and drove her mouth forward hungrily. Draco smirked into the kiss, tongue eagerly meeting hers. She, somehow, still tasted of the mousse from dinner, and of course, of wine. The mixture of chocolate and alcohol made him ravenous, and though he couldn't physically place his hands on her, he still commanded authority by the way he dipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, caressing every bit of her he could get. Being his Slytherin self, he began to manipulate her by pulling back a little with each kiss, forcing her to scoot closer on his lap to keep up the hungry kissing frenzy. Draco purposefully flexed the ligament in his cock, reminding her that he was here, wanting, and ready to pleasure her -if she'd bloody well get on with it. "I want to make you come until you lose all reality. Please, Mistress. Let me give that to you."
Completely under his spell, she slid her hand down between her thighs and wrapped those alluring fingers around him, positioning him at her entrance, small beads of sweat dripping down the side of her cheek. Draco moved his face closer to hers, capturing her eyes in a tell-all expression that said he was enjoying the submissive nature he was assigned. He stroked his nose against hers, coaxing her, then darted his tongue out and licked at her upper lip. The gesture, though minuscule, was enough to send her over the edge of restraint, and she slipped down on him with a raspy moan.
Fuck… she was so tight.
He rocked his pelvis upwards, burying himself as deep as he could go. Hermione met his thrust with a roll of the hips, and together they sparked up a measured, teasing rhythm that soon had them both panting and gasping for breath. "More, Mistress," he hissed in her ear, using every bit of control to keep himself from fighting the ties around his wrists. He was supposed to be compliant, but Draco didn't know how to hand over power without a struggle. He was a Malfoy, after all.
Hermione, in response, sat both of her hands on his shoulders and began to bob up and down on his dick, taking him out to the tip before driving back home and swallowing him whole.. Draco licked at his swollen lips (bruised from all of the passionate kissing) and tasted the sweat that had broken out along his skin. There was nothing -nothing in this world, he thought, that felt better than Hermione riding him for her pleasure. The wanton expression as her mouth fell open and her eyes scrunched closed was delicious. She began to bounce faster on him; her breasts teasingly placed in front of his eye line. He couldn't resist capturing one in his mouth as she jerked her hips into a hot, delectable roll. Above him, he could hear her gasp as he played with her nipple between his teeth while flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub. Her movements ceased, caught up in the sensation of Draco's mouth. He smirked, sucking on the tit with attentive care, nursing a slew of low moans from her throat.
"Fuck… Yes, Draco… like that…"
He happily obliged, swirling his tongue around the lovely nipple before trailing feverish kisses over to the other one. She slid her fingers up to the sides of his neck, working his cock slowly now, and Draco matched her with gentle ministrations of his tongue. There was something so erotic, he observed, in the way they connected with each other on a primal level. He never had to second-guess if what he was doing was right. Hermione just went with it, approving every action as if she'd wished for nothing else all her life. Regardless of his hatred towards Weasley, he thought he might just need to send him a postcard thanking him for being such a terrible boyfriend and breaking the young witch's heart. Because, if he had never done that, Draco wouldn't be here now, between Hermione's legs, on his way to giving her the best goddamn orgasm of her entire life.
His mistress gradually picked up the pace, moaning and gasping and biting her lip as she moved her hips against him. Draco closed his eyes, relishing in the sensations of being entirely within her, no condom, just her tight pussy around his stiff cock. Pureblood traditions be damned, this intoxicating muggleborn witch, that went against everything he once stood for, procured an emotion from him that he'd never, in his entire life, been privy to: complete. Ever since he was a child clinging to his mother's coattails, Draco had never felt whole. The emptiness in his life was what had made him adhere to his father's xenophobic notions, had taken him down the wrong path, and landed him that horrid mark across his arm. But here, beneath Hermione Granger, melded as one soul for but a moment… here is where he wanted to stay. With each thrust of her hips, he lost himself in her presence, slipping into the unknown abyss of adoration. How could one simple act of sex be such a significant experience? Perhaps it was because he had given himself over to her with his body that he was able to do so with his mind and soul. Without thinking, he whispered, "I'm yours…"
There were no sweet baby dragons for Draco Malfoy. Just a widening of his eyes as Hermione moved slowly against him, meeting his eyes with a rich understanding of his connotations. She caged his head in her arms as she gripped the back of the chair and began to ride him quicker. "Again. Say it again."
It took sheer willpower not to let his eyes roll in the back of his head at her new speed. "I… fuck, I'm yours, Hermione. All yours."
"More," she mumbled, the skin of her stomach rubbing against his as she gyrated her hips.
Draco groaned in pleasure, throwing his head back. "It's all yours, Hermione. My cock. My body. My…" heart he almost said, but bit down on the inside of his cheek. No, it was much too soon to be thinking those sort of things. He wasn't some gimpy romantic. He was – "Oohhhhh… Gods, yes. Ride me harder." Nope, damn it, it all was hers. Every single bit of it.
"I'm… I'm so close…" she whispered, burying her face into his neck.
"Come for me, Mistress." He bit into the word again, like he had the first time he said it. "I want your pussy dripping. I want you to soak my lap with it."
"I… oh… oh, God." She made a sound somewhere between a scream and a whimper as her walls clenched around him. "Draco."
Pinching his eyes shut, it took the force of sheer will to keep him from coming along with her. In a moment of passion, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder. Hermione screamed, hips still rolling, riding out the wave of ecstasy that seemed to have intensified at his action. When she had milked her orgasm to the last drop, he released her sure-to-be-aching shoulder and pulled his face back to gaze into her eyes. "Again."
Hermione nodded timidly, working her pace back up, this time creating a slow burn that made Draco's legs instinctively jerk against the restraints. Coming to the conclusion that he wasn't getting out of this chair without her say-so, he only complied by relaxing his posture and giving in to the wondrous sighs that escaped his girlfriend's lips. Hmm… he hadn't considered it much before, but that word just didn't seem proper enough for what they had. Their connection ran deeper. There had to be a better word for what they shared.
He felt her cunt grip tight around him once again, and she gave a satisfied whimper of confirmation.
"Thank you, Mistress," he teased her, giving his hips a quick jerk up so that she could feel every solid inch of him. "Again, please." This time, his voice wasn't begging; it was pleased and provocative.
"You're… enjoying this… way too much," she gasped between pants.
"Am I?" he chuckled. "I think I'm enjoying it," he slammed up inside her, "just the correct amount." Bravely, she pulled her legs tighter against him and the chair, running a set of fingernails down his chest. He hissed a breath, the burn of his skin leaving goosebumps along his arms. "Merlin… do that again." He caught the playful tug of her lips as she brought her nails down, scraping along the muscles in his shoulder. The pain was so exquisite; Draco found himself moaning. "Mmm, yeah."
"Well, well. Draco Malfoy likes a bit of pain."
He smirked. "Doesn't everyone?"
She met his smirk with a coy smile and a blush upon her cheeks. There, she leaned in, hands on his cheeks, and kissed him sensually as she built herself back up, stacking brick by proverbial brick until she let them all fall and her peak of pleasure crash down on her. He felt his body beg for release, and he jerked away from the kiss, suddenly worn and frustrated.
"Hermione…" he tried to keep the growl from finding its way up his throat as he said, "I need… I need to…"
"You want to come, Draco?"
"Oh, Gods yes."
Hermione nudged her nose against his and licked his lips. "Beg me, then."
His chest heaving up and down, Draco caved to her demands. "Please, Hermione-"
"-Mistress-"
"-Mmm… Mistress. Please, let me come. I've been so good…" Draco was appreciative that this was between just the two of them, and that none of his friends would know he begged the Gryffindor-goddess for release. If any of them ever found out, it would be the final nail in his mortified coffin.
"You have been good," she mused. She began to bounce up and down on his lap, just the way he liked it. "But you have to hold out until I've come once more. Think you can manage that, Draco?"
"Mm… mhmm.. yeah…" He clenched his jaw and focused all of his will on not coming inside of her until she was ready for it. He began to count the thrusts, building her up with that dirty talk she liked so well. One… two… three… "Just like that, beautiful. Fuck. Ride that dick. That's it." Seven… eight… nine… "You like feeling every inch of me inside you?"
"Y-Yes!"
Twelve… thirteen… fourteen… "You're so wet for me, Hermione. So fucking wet. You know what I want you to do for me?"
"What do you want… ohhh…. Me to do?" Her head fell back as her tits bounced up and down in front of his face. Twenty-one… twenty-two…
"I want you to reach that unearthly summit of ecstasy, and then I want you to suck me off until I cum in that pretty little mouth of yours." Heh, he was getting rather good at this.
Hermione rocked her hips one last time and fell over the edge of bliss. Draco lost track of counting. He simply smiled and watched the glowing aura of her high shimmer over her. Yeah, he decidedly thought, there was nothing else like watching Hermione Granger come for him.
When she was well spent, she opened her eyes, kissed him feverishly, slipped off of him, and fell to her knees between his legs. The cold air sent shockwaves through Draco's spine, but he didn't have to wait long before Hermione's warm lips were around his cock and the rest of the world melted away. Up and down the wet, hot trail of her tongue danced across his length. Then she began to suck on him -and oh yes, the feeling was brilliantly inspiring. He was in such a state of high that he felt confident enough he could write a sonnet or perhaps the best book ever written. She eagerly fed herself his cock over and over until, with a subtle thrust to push himself all the way in, he spilled his cum into the back of her throat. Hermione held herself there, determined to take every bit of his seed, and only when she was sure he was through, did she pull her mouth up to the tip and swallow, eyes boring into his.
"Fuck…" he whispered, completely in awe. "Th-That was… I mean… I… fuck." He dropped his head and closed his eyes, exhausted and spent. He felt her climb back onto his lap and trail kisses down the side of his neck. He smirked, leaning into the touch.
He sensed her lips close to his ear before she murmured, "Mine."
"Yours," he nodded.
Her fingers caressed his cheek. "Stay the night with me."
Draco found the strength to open his eyes back up. He leaned back in his chair, searching over her face until he discovered that sweet innocence in the whites of her eyes once more, and smirked. "Whatever you want."
He watched her face flush cherry-pink, and she kissed him softly on the cheek. "I want another go in twenty."
Draco's lips pulled back into a sinful smirk. "Yes, Mistress."
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