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The Lady	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 23540 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
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- 3
Arthur stood nervously outside the nondescript block of flats.
After another eight weeks without any form of sex being forthcoming, he had finally given in and owled the woman named on the card. In return, he had received a long and interesting-looking questionnaire. He was intrigued to see that name or any other distinguishing features were not amongst the questions. It appeared the Lady had no interest in who he was but she did want to know what he wanted to do.
For almost another six weeks Arthur had kept the unfilled questionnaire locked in his desk drawer at work, but as it became obvious that sex at home was still not likely he had finally filled it in and returned it. He had been brutally honest about his desires. After all, if he was going to pay someone for sex he wanted to make sure that he would get to try everything he had ever thought about doing, and if he was considered extreme then she would turn him down.
But to Arthur’s surprise, almost immediately he had received a handwritten invitation to visit. The card mentioned a sum that he found surprisingly reasonable considering his demands and an R.S.V.P. request. Again he stalled, but the little voice in his brain kept pointing out that he wasn’t getting it at home any longer so he could reasonably be expected to go elsewhere. The Lady, whoever she was, was obviously agreeable to his desires; she would allow him to finally do all those things he had wanted to try for so many years.
After another couple of months of stalling, Arthur eventually replied, accepting the invitation. In return, he received a date, time and address which the note told him he was to destroy after confirming. He did as requested, destroying the other communiqués too so that there could be no link between him and the mysterious Lady.
So now here he was, five minutes before his appointment, outside the discreet Georgian house that had been converted into flats, in which his companion for the afternoon resided. For a moment he thought about leaving, going home to his wife to see if she could be coaxed into lovemaking, but he knew realistically that was a vain hope.
Taking a deep breath, he walked to the door of the building and pressed the buzzer. The voice that answered sounded like a house-elf and Arthur considered how well off the Lady must be or how well she must be doing to live in such an expensive place, and with a servant, too. That made him wonder why she was doing this at all.
The interior of the lobby was luxurious, giving away the wealth of the building and its inhabitants. The lift was quiet and deeply carpeted, and it moved swiftly to the fourth floor. He walked down the corridor towards the door of the flat, his footfalls silent on the plush carpet. A moment later he knocked on the door and waited.
After a few seconds the door was opened by a house-elf dressed in a pristine white uniform. The creature bowed and moved to allow him entry before closing the door.
‘If Master would like to wait,’ the house-elf said politely in its high squeaky voice and showed him into a parlour which was plainly but elegantly furnished with a dark red velvet loveseat and several large and rather formal-looking leather armchairs. A small table held a gleaming silver tray containing a cut-glass decanter full of a golden liquid and several matching glasses.
Arthur perched on the edge of the loveseat and waited nervously. A moment later he heard a door opening somewhere else in the flat and the soft swish of robes. He stood, now expectant, as the Lady entered the room.
‘I understand that you have some fantasies you wish to fulfil,’ the Lady said. Her voice was light and seductive with just a hint of amusement.
She raised her head to look at Arthur and they both froze.
The Lady was the first to speak.
‘Oops!’ she said and bit her bottom lip, looking a touch embarrassed but also quite amused. She raised her hand to her mouth.
Arthur stared at his daughter-in-law, looking more desirable than he had ever seen her, wearing beautiful and clearly expensive lingerie that showed her still-trim figure off to its full advantage. In fact, she looked absolutely stunning.
‘Hermione?’ he asked, not quite believing it was her.
‘Hullo Arthur,’ she said quietly. ‘I think you’d better sit down.’
She walked over to the decanter and poured two measures of the golden liquid, passing one glass to Arthur where he now sat in one of the armchairs. Hermione sat on the loveseat facing him. She took a small sip of her drink.
‘Well, I never expected to see you,’ she admitted, smiling faintly. ‘One of the problems of being anonymous, of course,’ she added with a small laugh.
Arthur wasn’t sure he could speak. His mind was still processing the fact that it really was Hermione sitting here almost naked before him. That it really was Hermione who had agreed to all his sexual demands. That it was Hermione who had agreed to the sexual demands of Merlin only knew how many other men before him.
‘Why?’ he finally managed to ask, his voice a coarse rasp. He took a large mouthful of his drink.
Hermione stared at him for almost a minute, patently carefully considering her response. She took another sip of her drink.
‘I love having sex,’ she finally admitted with a slight shrug. ‘I have an abnormally high sex drive that Ronald can’t satisfy. Once I realised that I decided to do something about it . . . and this is what I chose.’
‘Does Ron know?’ Arthur asked in astonishment.
Hermione shook her head. ‘Heavens, no; which is why it’s all so secret. And I don’t want him finding out, either. I have no desire to end my marriage.’ She looked pointedly at Arthur.
‘But—’
Hermione cut him off. ‘Look, I’m sorry that you’ve seen me, really I am, Arthur, but I keep what I do here very separate from my home life with my husband and children. I’m sure you must have heard how selective I am . . . and that’s for a reason. I do this because I want to have sex, not for money . . . although money does have its advantages, obviously.’ She looked around the room frowning slightly. ‘I honestly never thought that you would go outside your marriage so it never occurred to me that I might see you.’
‘And what about if Ron comes here?’ Arthur asked.
‘He won’t. Even if he found out my service existed and by some amazing chance decided to go for it, the questions are geared to me recognising him,’ Hermione said. ‘Anyway, the whole reason for this is because he doesn’t want sex as much as I do.’ She took another sip of her drink. ‘I’m amazed at your fantasies,’ she continued candidly. ‘I mean, after all those years with Molly I would have thought there would be nothing left that you hadn’t tried at least once.’
Arthur shrugged. ‘She’s not as adventurous as you. I guess Ron must take after her.’
Hermione smiled and said lightly, ‘Well, we have a bit of a situation here, don’t we, Arthur? We both have secrets that we need each other to keep. Are you going to keep my secret?’
Arthur looked at her, unsure of what to say. Could he keep what Hermione did a secret from his son? Did he want to? But if he revealed what he knew then what would Hermione say about him?
‘I know this is difficult,’ Hermione acknowledged, ‘but I really do need you to keep my secret and of course, I’ll keep yours in return.’ She winked seductively.
After another few seconds, Arthur finally nodded his agreement.
‘The thing is, what do we do now?’ Hermione asked. She finished the drink in her glass and looked intently at Arthur.
He stared at her in confusion. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, you came here with a list of desires,’ she said bluntly. ‘They haven’t gone. Do you still want to fulfil them?’
‘With you?’ Arthur asked in shock. He had finished his drink, too.
Hermione shrugged. ‘Is there anyone else? I’m more than happy to continue if you are.’ She smiled again. ‘Of course, there won’t be any charge,’ she said, her pose becoming subtly more seductive. ‘Just the chance for us both to get what we want.’
Arthur studied her keenly. She really was extremely beautiful and in that gorgeous lingerie was incredibly enticing. He could feel the desire flaring in him as he looked at her and he was torn. What Hermione was suggesting was so wrong, but then so was what he had been going to do when he didn’t know who the Lady was, and would he ever get another chance like this? The idea of making love to her was so tempting it almost hurt.
Hermione left her seat and placed her now empty glass on the table then moved back to stand in front of Arthur. She held out her hand.
‘Your choice, Arthur,’ she said quietly. ‘Stay or go. It really is up to you.’
Arthur took her hand as he stood, placing his glass next to hers.
‘Stay,’ he whispered.
Hermione nodded and with a smile, silently led him from the room.
The bedroom was amazing, Arthur discovered. The entire décor had been designed purely for seduction. Shades of red and purple offset with black in velvet and silk, the opulent fabrics adorning the huge four-poster bed that dominated the room. The walls were dark and sensual with candles artfully arranged to provide interesting pockets of light.
Stopping by the bed, Hermione wrapped her arms around Arthur’s neck. He automatically pulled her towards him.
‘Just so you know, I’ll do absolutely anything you want, Arthur,’ she whispered.
Arthur felt his desire flare hotly again, overwhelming the sense of guilt he was feeling at what he was about to do. His lips found hers as he enfolded her tighter into his embrace, the kiss deepening as Hermione’s tongue slid into his mouth, capturing his. He was amazed at how soft she felt, her lips and her body. As they kissed she rubbed against him, her body pressing against his erection. Hermione gave a small sigh of desire which made him grab her even tighter, deepening the kiss still further.
Moving back slightly, she began to remove his clothes, pulling up his robe to reveal the hard bulge in his underpants. She smiled wickedly and ran her hand over it, squeezing gently. Arthur put his head back, his eyes closed as he moaned. Soon he was naked and Hermione examined him, enjoying the sight. He had no idea how she managed it but she was making him feel sexy, something he had not really felt for years.
‘Mmmm nice,’ she said, smiling as her hand reached out for his erection.
He gasped as her fingers wrapped around the hard length. His hands found her breasts and squeezed her erect nipples through the soft silk of her bra. Rapidly, he removed the covering robe and unclasped the bra and removed it, gazing with adoration as her impressive breasts were revealed. Moaning his approval, he bent forward to lick a nipple as Hermione continued to play with his cock.
‘Ooh, I like that,’ she whispered as his tongue laved her nipple before sucking the hard nub into his mouth. A few seconds later he followed suit with the other.
His hands were sliding her knickers down now, revealing her pert bottom and her hairless mound that made him quiver with lust. Hermione sighed with pleasure as his hand slid between her legs, his fingers rubbing along her wet vulva. Arthur felt his cock throb in response to her attention. He slid two fingers into her hot core, enjoying the feel of her silky softness.
‘Oh, Arthur,’ she moaned quietly, and once again his cock twitched, enjoying hearing Hermione saying his name.
She pressed her lips against his again for another devastating kiss before pulling away from him. Arthur looked at her, suddenly anxious. What was wrong? Had she changed her mind?
Hermione smiled and dropped to her knees in front of him, her tongue flicking out to lick his cock. Slowly she moved from the very tip right down to the base, then all around his balls, sucking each one in turn into her mouth for a moment, then back up to the tip as she nibbled gently on the sensitive flesh.
She blew on him to tease him and as he cried out in frustration she finally slid her mouth over him, sucking him deep into her throat. Arthur’s cry turned to pleasure as Hermione sucked him hard, her tongue playing with his cock as she sucked. His hands brushed through her hair as he fucked her mouth, then grabbed her head as he pushed deep inside her.
‘Oh fuck, that feels so good,’ he moaned and Hermione smiled, giving a little growl of agreement that reverberated around his cock, making him cry out once more.
Arthur could feel his climax building. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he came and he was hit with an overwhelming desire to fill her beautiful mouth with his seed.
‘I’m cumming!’ he cried as he continued to push deep into her mouth.
Hermione gave a moan of pleasure as she seemingly sucked him even harder. He bucked, his buttocks clenching as he spurted, filling her warm and willing mouth. Finally, she released his cock and sat back still smiling, licking her lips in a satisfied manner as she swallowed. Arthur felt a rush of lust and desire stronger than anything he had ever known as he watched his beautiful daughter-in-law, so obviously enjoying what she was doing.
‘You taste good,’ she told him seductively.
‘My turn to see how you taste now,’ Arthur responded, his voice gravelly with lust as he helped her up from the floor.
‘Ooh, yes please,’ Hermione replied happily as she planted herself on the bed, opening her legs wide to reveal the soft pink folds of her sex.
‘Mmmm, well, you certainly look good enough to eat,’ Arthur told her as his finger trailed down her slit.
Hermione shivered in anticipation, laying back as Arthur’s tongue connected with her already engorged clit. She tasted wonderful and as he licked her Arthur knew that however many times he did this he would never get tired of the taste of her. He was amazed that Ron didn’t want to spend all day doing this, although obviously his son had inherited Molly’s sex drive.
His arms wrapped around Hermione’s legs as he pulled her soft folds onto his tongue, her very clear cries of enjoyment making him even more determined. He didn’t even stop when she came, flooding his mouth as he greedily lapped at her, convinced he was in heaven, his fingers now joining his tongue in giving her pleasure.
When he finally released her Arthur looked down at the beautiful woman, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow, her face and body flushed pink from the sex. He thought Hermione looked even more attractive than he had ever seen her. His cock twitched, already recovered and wanting to be inside that exquisite tightness.
Hermione opened her eyes and smiled at Arthur, her hand reaching out to caress his cock once more, guiding him towards her as if she had read his mind. For a few seconds he rubbed against her soft folds and then he thrust, pushing deep inside that delicious softness, moaning loudly with joy as her tight muscles enveloped him.
She cried out, too, a gentle sound of need that set his blood racing as he fucked her hard and deep, each slow stroke completely filling her with his cock before almost withdrawing completely.
Hermione moved against him, staying with him stroke for stroke, her mewls of enjoyment matching each exquisite contraction of her muscles. She wrapped a leg around Arthur’s back as if to pull him deeper. Every so often the mewls turned to a cry, her hands reaching to grab his head, pulling him down to kiss him.
Arthur almost exploded with pleasure at the feel of her gentle tongue in his mouth as he rode the horny woman, her desire evident in her cries. His hands were back on her breasts, squeezing them, feeling her stiff nipples pressing into his palms which somehow increased his desire.
Shifting position slightly, he pulled her legs over his shoulders, first one then the other, enjoying the deep moan that Hermione gave as his cock sank even deeper inside her. Her breathing was fast and shallow now, her cries of desire almost constant with every thrust and he was sure she was close to orgasm again.
As was he, Arthur realised from the tell-tale twitching in his cock and the tugging in his balls. He sped up, a vision of him filling Hermione with his seed sliding into his mind, and lust flared again, knowing he wanted this more than anything else in the world right now.
Then Hermione came, her muscles contracting around his thick cock, squeezing hard and milking him as she screamed out, sounding almost in pain. He realised she was calling out his name and that finished him. He exploded deep inside her, pumping his seed into that exquisite tightness, then collapsed on top of her, not wanting to leave her body.
‘Well, that was amazing,’ Hermione said sincerely as Arthur finally moved off her, pulling her into his arms. She was grinning wildly. ‘Thank you, Arthur.’ She gave him another deeply sensual kiss that made his stomach curl with delight.
His hand stroked her face as he looked at her tenderly. How could Ron ever turn down the opportunity to feel this good? Again his mind flicked to Molly and for a second he felt guilty again at his betrayal of her, but only momentarily. He was on a high after the magnificent sex and all he could think was of the other things he was going to do with Hermione.
She slid her arms around him, holding him close, their bodies pressed together as she kissed him. He was enjoying listening to her slowing breathing as she came down. Her eyes sparkled and her skin was flushed and glistening from the sex. She looked absolutely gorgeous and Arthur couldn’t keep his hands off her, his hands moving around her waist in return, fingers gently brushing the silky soft skin on her back.

‘So is it just that Ron doesn’t do it enough?’ Arthur asked interestedly as they lay still holding each other a short while later.
He could feel his arousal building again already as his fingers found Hermione’s slit once more. She gave a small whimper of pleasure as she opened up for him.
Hermione looked sadly at her father-in-law and sighed. ‘No, not just that. Unfortunately, he doesn’t appear to have your talent for giving pleasure either.’
Arthur flushed at her compliment.
‘He’s not really into oral sex — at least not giving.’ She looked rueful. ‘Of course, he doesn’t mind me sucking him. Actually, that’s the thing he likes most.’ She gave a small bitter laugh. ‘But once he comes he loses interest in anything else.’
Arthur stared at her in amazement. How could his son not want to bury his face in Hermione’s soft folds and give her as much pleasure as he could? If he had been her husband he wasn’t sure he would ever let her out of bed.
‘But you have intercourse?’ Arthur was fascinated now.
‘Only if I don’t suck him first,’ Hermione admitted sounding resigned. ‘And then it doesn’t usually last very long. He thrusts, he spurts and then he goes to sleep.’
‘And your pleasure?’ Arthur was horrified. The time between fucks notwithstanding, it sounded as if Hermione’s home sex life was worse than his.
Hermione gave a small laugh. ‘I think he’s forgotten he can make me cum. It doesn’t happen unless I’ve brought myself almost to climax before he starts. But he doesn’t understand why I masturbate either. To be honest, Arthur, I can’t remember the last time he made me cum.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Arthur whispered, feeling really badly for his daughter-in-law as if in some way it was his fault that his son was a complete failure in the bedroom.
Hermione stroked his face gently. ‘It’s not your fault, Arthur. I love Ronald to bits,’ she admitted honestly, ‘but he’s just not enough in bed. I need lots of sex, not just a quick shag once a month before going to sleep.’
She kissed him again and her hand reached to stroke his semi-erect cock. She gave a small moan of delight as she moved on his fingers that were still buried inside her core.
‘So now you know why I do this,’ she whispered in Arthur’s ear, ‘and why I want it kept a secret.’
Arthur nodded, moaning as Hermione’s head moved so she could suck his cock again, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh as she made it grow. He enjoyed the feeling as he stiffened, filling her beautiful mouth once more.
‘Ready to go again, I see.’ She winked at him as she released his erection. ‘So what do you want to do now?’
Arthur’s breathing quickened. Now was the moment when he could really live out his fantasies, could do all those things he had always wanted to do. But could he tell her, would she think him perverted? Hermione rubbed against him again, seemingly seeing his indecision.
‘Shall I tell you what I want?’ she asked seductively, her mouth against his ear once more. Then her lips pressed against his.
Arthur gazed at her avidly, his eyes full of desire and nodded. At the moment, he would do absolutely anything she asked of him.
‘I want you to fuck my arse,’ she whispered, so gently he wasn’t sure he heard her correctly.
His breath caught. She knew his desires and was giving voice to them.
‘What was that?’ he asked hopefully.
‘You . . . putting that lovely big cock deep in my tight arse,’ Hermione clarified. She was stroking his cock again as she spoke so seductively. ‘Do you want to do that?’
Arthur wasn’t sure he could speak with the wave of pure lust that coursed through his body. Of course he wanted to do that. It was the one thing he had always wanted to try but Molly had steadfastly refused to even consider as she thought it perverted and dirty, and now here Hermione was making it sound like it was as natural as everything else they had done.
‘I know you do,’ she continued, her voice even more alluring now, ‘and I really want you to do it.’
Her lips found his again, gentle as ever but he kissed her back passionately, wanting her to know just how much he wanted her, just how deep his desire for her ran.
‘I want to spank you,’ he managed, the other part of the fantasy breaking from him as he realised that he was going to get exactly what he wanted.
Hermione smiled wickedly. ‘You want to punish me, eh?’
Arthur nodded again. Oh, Merlin, please let her say yes, he thought desperately.
‘Well . . . I have been rather a naughty girl,’ she said breathily, biting on her finger in a manner that almost made Arthur groan with desire. ‘So yes, Arthur, you should spank me . . . hard . . . and teach me a lesson.’
Arthur almost cried with joy.
Soon Hermione was on her hands and knees, her seductive bottom wiggling. This time he did groan.
‘What’s the matter?’ she asked worriedly, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him.
‘You are very sexy, Hermione,’ Arthur admitted sincerely.
Hermione smiled, looking pleased with the compliment. Then she gave a small moan of pleasure as Arthur’s hand stroked her rounded cheeks.
‘Are you sure about this?’ he asked worriedly.
‘I am,’ Hermione said brightly ‘Are you? I’ve been a very naughty girl, Arthur. You really do need to punish me.’
Arthur raised his hand then released it, slapping her on her left cheek. It sounded harder than it actually was. He had really just tapped her. Hermione had been expecting and hoping for something a little more intense.
‘Perhaps I’m in the wrong position,’ she suggested gently and moved to lie across Arthur’s lap. He stifled a moan as her soft skin came into contact with his rock hard cock.
‘Punish me properly,’ she begged.
The hand rose and fell again, the resulting smack causing Hermione to cry out. That was much better.
‘Another twenty, I think,’ Arthur said excitedly, already savouring the experience even more than he had expected, assisted by Hermione’s obvious enjoyment of the act.
Hermione gave a small murmur of approval.
Again and again his hand connected with her bottom, the resultant hand prints causing her skin to smart and turn red. Arthur thought he had never seen anything as beautiful as Hermione’s bottom after being spanked twenty-two times, the red flush so livid against her creamy skin. A look at her face showed cheeks the same colour and a look of desire so deep it made him shudder.
‘More,’ she whispered as his hand brushed gently over her bottom, soothing the reddened skin.
‘Can you stand another ten?’ he asked his voice so full of longing he could hardly speak. Oh, gods, he hoped she could.
‘Yes please,’ Hermione moaned loudly.
Arthur could feel his erection pressed into Hermione’s stomach, his arousal almost at fever pitch as he punished her further. Each slap he gave caused her to cry out, in pain he thought, but on checking she refused to stop, insisting she was enjoying it. From the feel of her sex, which his fingers kept straying to between spanks, she was obviously telling the truth; she was soaking and the look of joy on her face alone was enough to make him continue.
By the time he reached the last slap he wasn’t entirely sure that Hermione wasn’t on the verge of cumming again. Her bottom was now bright red and looked amazing. She gasped as he ran his hand gently over the sore skin, his other hand sliding between her soft folds, fingers pressing into her wet core.
‘Oh yes!’ she cried, her body writhing against his fingers, causing friction against his cock.
He pulled his wet fingers from her and slid one into her anus. Hermione moaned loudly with pleasure. Gods, she felt good. A moment later he added a second finger, pushing deep inside the tight channel and giving a low rumble of a moan himself.
‘Lubrication charm or the Muggle way?’ Hermione gasped, already knowing the answer. Arthur could never resist anything Muggle.
‘Muggle way?’ he asked sounding interested.
Hermione squirmed from his grasp and bent over the side of the bed to open a drawer in one of the bedside cabinets. She emerged a few seconds later with a large bottle.
‘Lubrication,’ she announced happily, and handing it to Arthur she pressed the plunger on the top and watched as a stream of thick clear gel hit her palm.
She smiled again and rubbed her hands together before gently stroking Arthur’s cock, covering it with the cool slippery lube.
‘Odourless, colourless, water-soluble and extremely slippery,’ she said happily as she turned around, her bottom once more wiggling seductively at Arthur.
He now covered his fingers in the gel and slid into her tightness, feeling the lubrication ease the passage. He squirted some more to make sure she was ready and then pressed his excited cock against the tight entrance.
‘Mmmm fuck me,’ Hermione begged, still seductively wiggling her bottom.
With a loud grunt of desire, Arthur pushed, feeling the tight channel opening up around him as he buried himself inside her. Hermione gave a cry, too, so clearly of pleasure that Arthur thrust deeper, his hands grabbing her hips as he rode her hard. Beneath him, Hermione’s cries were constant, every thrust causing her to moan with desire, crying in pain only once as his eager fingers dug into the sore skin on her bottom.
Slowing, Arthur paused to savour the magnificent feeling that was his cock buried deep inside Hermione’s beautiful bottom before sliding slowly out, knowing she could feel every inch. Her cries were louder now, her breathing quickening as again he slid deep, still slowly, trying to prolong the enjoyment. But it was no good; her tightness wrapped around him and squeezed even as he opened her up and soon he was on the verge of cumming again.
He slammed into her, making her cry out as he pushed her down beneath him, riding her hard and fast, focussed only on the awesome feelings that were building inside him, threatening to erupt. Hermione cried out again and his hand moved between her legs, brushing over her hard clit before he slid his fingers inside her, wanting her to climax with him. Her breathing turned into panting as he thrust into her, every movement causing them both to grunt with passion.
‘Oh fuck, yes!’ he screamed as Hermione’s tightness squeezed him, causing him to erupt, leaving a trail of fluid deep inside the tight channel. Still buried deep, Arthur’s fingers didn’t stop moving and seconds later she screamed, too, as her climax hit, causing her to buck wildly. Hermione’s contracting muscles caused her anus to contract too, squeezing Arthur again, causing him to cry out anew.
Finally he withdrew from Hermione and pulled her down into his arms, cradling her as his lips caressed her neck and face, cupping her breasts as his fingers played with her still-erect nipples. He whispered in her ear, thanking her again and again for what she had let him do.
‘I take it you enjoyed that then?’ she said when she could talk again.
She was smiling contentedly, still lying back in Arthur’s arms, happily resting her head on his shoulder.
‘Even more than I had always imagined,’ Arthur admitted. He, too, sounded ecstatic. ‘But did you?’
‘You must know I did,’ Hermione said. ‘You know how hard I came.’
‘You’re not too sore, are you?’ he asked worriedly, hoping he hadn’t spanked her too hard.
Hermione laughed. ‘Nope, it just tingles now; still red, though, I expect.’
She moved slightly to show Arthur her bottom. His hand stroked her cheeks gently.
‘Mmmm and very beautiful it looks, too,’ he told her, smiling again.
Hermione twisted back into his arms.
‘Thank you, Arthur.’
Now he laughed. ‘I think it should be me thanking you, Hermione,’ he said honestly as he bent to kiss her. ‘You’ve no idea how much I’ve always wanted to do that.’
Hermione smiled. ‘Oh, I think I got the idea. You were very enthusiastic.’
She kissed him again.

‘Hmmm we didn’t get a chance to do everything you wanted, did we?’ Hermione said a little later. She was now lying face down on Arthur with her head resting on his chest, drowsily listening to his heartbeat.
‘Oh, I think we did all right,’ Arthur replied. He knew he had to be going but felt strangely reluctant to move. He was enjoying the feel of Hermione on him and didn’t want her to get up. His fingers traced a pattern over the soft skin on her back.
She lifted her head to look at him.
‘But you wanted to tie me up,’ she said with a mischievous smile. ‘Do you want to do that now or next time?’
‘Next time?’ Arthur asked looking surprised. Was there going to be a next time?
‘Oops, me making assumptions again,’ Hermione apologised. She was blushing furiously now.
Arthur found her blushing highly arousing, but then he had discovered that he found everything about Hermione arousing.
‘You want me to come back?’ Arthur asked, sounding astonished.
Hermione bit her bottom lip nervously. ‘Only if you want to. I just thought that as we’d had such a good time . . . .’
She blushed again and Arthur couldn’t help but pull her up so his lips could find hers.
‘Should we really do this, Hermione?’ he asked.
Hermione shrugged. ‘I want to,’ she said honestly, gazing at Arthur.
He stared back at his beautiful daughter-in-law. He wanted it too . . . more than anything in the world at that moment. Merlin’s beard, was he really going to have an affair with his own son’s wife? He looked at her for a moment and the answer became clear.
‘So do I,’ he admitted.
Hermione smiled. ‘Next time it is then,’ she said happily, her mouth finding his in another deeply passionate kiss.
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