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No One Can Tell Me No Now	By : TheSlytherinPhoenix Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS AND DO NOT MAKE ANY MONEY OFF OF THE STORIES. I SIMPLY LOVE TO WRITE FANFICS IN THE POTTERVERSE CAUSE THEY ARE FUN AND ENJOYABLE TO ME. THIS IS SIMPLY FOR JOY AND PEOPLE TO READ FOR FUN.

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A/N: Did editing here to fix some minor mistakes. hopefully I got them all. Hope you enjoy.
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I was still holding to him to let my stomach settle after we came out of apparation, I really did hate it but it was necessary. There were soft voices in the distance and the smell of perfumes in the air all around us, I removed my face from his chest and looked around to see we were in a shop that had several floating scissors, measuring tapes, needle and threads, and pins around items being altered around the mirrors. There were countless styles of clothing in the store and probably a pair of shoes for every outfit; this place was out of my price range and I had no idea what he was thinking. “Mr. Malfoy! Pleasure to see you again, your mothers items are not ready though.” A cheery woman with perfectly straight red hair cut at her chin was walking towards us and it was then that she noticed me tucked into his embrace as I turned to look at her and literally stumbled in her three inch heels. “Oh my!” she startled then gathered herself, “Clumsy me. I apologize. And who might I be helping today then?”
He spoke as his hand settled over the small of my back. “This is Hermione Granger. She will be attending the fundraiser as well.”
“Ah! Well, what shall we put her in then.” Recognition by name was normal for me. The woman was tapping her chin as she spoke, her gaze on me was unnerving but I knew she was taking notes of my size with a trained eye.
“She will be my date, so please make sure that her dress goes with my suit.” The woman stared at us for what must have been a full minute before she turned and left the sales floor. “We will be a spectacle for sure it seems.” He whispered to me, making me blush but smile. This was so beyond my comfort zone but it was too late to back out now; time use that Gryffindor bravery!
For some reason when I looked up at him I couldn’t help but laugh a little, he looked like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland with the way he was looking a me. When the woman came back she cleared her throat to gain our attention and led us to the changing rooms, “I have provided a series of dresses and heels that would compliment your attire Mr. Malfoy. Let me know if you need more choices.” Then she was gone again and he was leading me into the room that had over a dozen gowns on a rolling rack.
I was running my fingers over a few of them when the door clicked closed and I turned to see if he had gone. He hadn’t and I froze, “What are you doing Draco? How am I supposed to try these on if your…” my words began to trail away as he moved towards me.
“Well to start. You have to take these off.” His fingers were undoing the buttons of my blouse for the second time today and my breath hitched. I had avoided the girls group bathrooms, gym changing rooms, and even kicked Ronald out of the room when I was changing so this was something that made me bite my lip in nervousness; I was not comfortable out of clothes.
“I.. This can’t be allowed.” Would rules really save me when this was a Malfoy I was talking about? His smirk was my answer as the last button came undone and he brushed his hands up my torso, over the lace of my bra to the tops of my shoulders where he slid the shirt off me. I shivered from the cold but his eyes lingered on the bruise I could now see in the mirror on my shoulder.
“Hm. Seems that we will have to cater to this.” He walked behind me, trailing his fingers down my spine while his lips gently covered his mark on my skin. His finger hooked in my skirt, followed closely by his other and he gently pulled it down my hips and thighs until it fell away from his grasp and left me standing in my black lace bra and matching panties. It was the only thing that I spoiled myself with, my lingerie that only I ever saw because it made me feel secretly promiscuous and it seemed to make Draco very pleased. The heels I wore made my legs look amazing I had to admit, and I only noticed because I was following where his eyes were looking in the mirror. “Stunning.” He whispered to me, for a moment I swore I was dreaming. He had called me so many things over the years, but anything close to beautiful was not on the list until now. “You will look breathtaking in green Hermione.” His warmth disappeared from my back as he moved to the dress rack, examining each dress until he deemed none of them would be what we needed. With a quick glance at me he left the room with the rack and I was able to breathe.
What in the world was I doing here? Panic was rising now that his presence wasn’t muddling my mind, the fact that I was so affected by him was startling and disarming. I moved closer to the mirror, my fingers brushing over the bruised bite mark. I couldn’t believe just how hard he had bitten me, I could see where each of his teeth were and the bruise itself was deep. “How did this not hurt?” I whispered to the bite in the reflection.
“You would be surprised the things you can find enjoyable during pleasure.” His voice made me turn around quickly and instinctively cover myself. His face seemed to darken as he brought in the single dress he was carrying and closed the door behind him. He hung the dress on a hook in the wall and turned that steel gaze to me, looking down at the arms that were covering my torso and chest. “Do not hide yourself from me, ever.” His voice held the same authority it had in the library and I found my mouth to be dry again as he walked towards me in the rather spacious dressing room. His hands gently moved my arms back to my sides before he tangled his hand in my hair firmly and angled my neck so I was looking him in the eyes before his lips molded to mine.
It was like the library moment had just been paused because my body was hyper aware of him now and my hands were gripping his upper arms to keep my knees from buckling. He didn’t release me after the kiss, instead he seemed to be fighting an urge because he shook his head slightly and let me go with a lingering touch. “This one will be perfect.”
It was the first time I had actually looked at it and my jaw dropped. It had one long sleeve that was all black but as the black went down what would form fit to my curves along my torso it began to bleed into a beautiful emerald green that became deeper shades from the knees down. When I tried it on the dress was tight all the way down to just above my knees then it flared out from there down. The back dipped lower than I liked and showed most of the skin I had but magic seemed to be laced into the dress because not once did it shift from its almost scandalous positions along my lower back, hip and chest. The heels that had been in the room were all four inches or more and black so he picked a pair that had a simple clasp that he took the time to do so he could run his fingers along my calves and ankles. He took a step back and leaned against the wall, staring at me.
“Is it bad?” I was too afraid to turn and look in the mirror.
“Look and see.” I scowled at him but he smirked, apparently I was not intimidating- maybe I needed to punch him in the face again.
I did as I was told, again, and didn’t recognize the woman staring at me. She was elegant, and beautiful. Her neck was long and her skin was a beautiful cream color against the black and green, there was no way in any world that this was me. The mirror was bewitched or something. “That isn’t me.” I breathed out, not feeling at all like the Hermione Granger I knew myself to be.
“I knew green would suit you.” He grasped my hand and made me twirl in place, “And the dress isn’t too restricting. Perfect.” As he was was helping me slip out of the dress, he moved my hair to cover the bite on my shoulder when the dress slid off it while his fingers danced over my other one. “Lets hope I can behave.” He watched me slip into my original clothes and I couldn’t help but feel his gaze on me as I began to button the blouse up. It was like he had never seen a woman before and I was this rare thing for him to be in the presence of.
“That wasn’t so bad, only had to try on one after all!” I smiled at him as I fussed with my hair, wondering just how I was going to wear it with the gown because down and messy curls might work for in here, but I imagined it wouldn’t for tomorrow.
“The rest were sent back to the manor.” He said casually, as he led me out of the room.
“What?! But I only need the one!” I was flustered all over again, forgetting about my hair.
“True. But I need to see you in the ones I sent home.” the lady who had been approaching us turned a bright shade of pink when she heard his words.
“Is there anything else we can do for you today Mr. Malfoy?” He shook his head and led me out of the shop.
“But we need to pay for it.” I was confused.
“It’s taken care of.” Was the only explanation I got before I felt him pull me into his arms and the crowd around us froze. He did it on purpose I figured out when he smirked and leaned down to kiss me in front of the world. We were pulled into the Manor during the kiss and I was left dumbfounded staring at him after the successful apparation.
“Oh my god.” I spoke with a slight hint of a squeak but bit my lip as I smiled, “Draco.” I whispered his name, unable to think of anything else to say due to shock, but his name was enough to make him darken his gaze towards me and make my heart flutter; maybe I should call him Malfoy when I am not trying to be seduced.
“Hermione? What are you still doing here? Don’t tell me that Matthias got a hold of you dear.” Narcissa came around the corner to see us standing in the middle of the entryway of the manor, though I was still in her son’s arms bright red and flabbergasted.
She stumbled slightly, just as the woman at the store had. “Um. Actually.” I smiled at her and went to move but he tightened his grip on me discreetly, “After hearing about the ball I decided to attend.” She raised an eyebrow at me but Draco started to speak then.
“You do always tell me to find a nice girl to bring with me mother.” Her eyes widened as my mouth opened with the softest squeak that I doubted she heard but he did. His hand was at my back once more and he was leading me away again, as I looked between him and his mother in what must have been bewilderment, I had the feeling she was in a greater state of shock than I was because she was still frozen in place. When we were out of ear shot from her he chuckled, “I have never seen my mother that shocked before.”
“It is probably because it is me you are bringing, and not some other woman from the rich world she is used to seeing you with.” I tried to write off her shock as being caught off guard.
“Actually, no. She has never seen me with a woman.” He might as well of just said that the sky was blue with how relaxed his words were.
“Never?” I questioned genuinely, “You never brought a date or girlfriend home?”
“No.” He led me down a hall I had never been down before.
“Why?” I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going anymore as I tried to remember if I had ever seen him with anyone in the papers as well.
“Nothing has ever been serious.” I glanced at the door we stopped in front of before looking back up at him. “Not like there was time with school, wars, dark Lords, and business after happening. And any of the women you are thinking of that throw themselves at me for status and money are fake so I do not pay attention to them.” He led us into a room and closed the door.
When I looked around it seemed like an over sized living area with a large sectional couch, a coffee table, fireplace, bookshelves and tables as well as two doors at opposite ends of the room. I walked around for a moment before looking back at him, “But I am just a mu-” he actually glared at me, I changed the word, “muggleborn.” He glared a little less now and I swear my heart was in my throat. “Why?”
He looked confused then it must have clicked because he walked over to me but did not reach out to touch me when he was within reach as I had so quickly gotten used to. “Because no one can tell me ‘no’ now.” I gasped and his lips were on mine, the moment was full of the weight of his words. It wasn’t that he had hated me since day one, it was that he had not been allowed to give me a chance. I broke away from the kiss, I had to breathe and I felt like my head was spinning. How long had he watched me and wanted me for this to have happened?
“Draco.” I breathed out his name.
“Say it again.” His lips pressed to my neck, gently sucking on it as he guided me towards the black couch, I felt it at the back of my knees as I whispered his name to him once more. “Good girl.” He nipped my neck before he pushed me down into the soft cushions so I could sit, but he did not sit beside me. Instead he walked towards one of the many tables in the room and poured two glasses of wine and came to sit beside me and hand me a glass.
“Where am I?” I asked after taking a sip.
“My room.” I almost choked on my wine.
“But your mother!” I was as red as my wine now.
“Has no false realities about her adult son.” He smirked at me, watching me take another drink from my wine glass, but slightly bigger than the last. His soft laughter made me glance at him, Draco was definitely beautiful, he sat there leisurely and with poise and it made want to ruin his composure like he ruined mine. The entire situation was a puzzle to me, from how he was acting, to what had triggered it, to how I was responding- all of it.
“Why am I in your room Draco?” this time I saw him shiver when I said his name and it gave me a thrill to realize the power I had.
“Where else would you sleep?” I flushed and looked down to my wine glass.
“In a guest room or at home.” I mumbled, embarrassment shinning bright in my posture as I drank.
“That sounds lonely, Hermione.” He set his wine glass on the table and reached for my now empty one to do the same with. “What are you so afraid of?” he reached over to me then, grasping my hips to pull me onto his lap where I straddled him as he sat back into the couch.
“Um-I… I mean it’s … the same bed?” I was barely able to get the sentence out because sitting on him made it so every move I made stimulated him and I could feel it doing the same for me.
“You can always say ‘No’ Hermione.” He whispered with his lips hovering near mine while his hands began to grip my hips tighter.
He was right. I could say no at any point and he would stop, I could tell him that this was too much for me. Go back to my little apartment of solitude and go about my way as if today did not happen. My body ached at the thought, “But I don’t want to.” I shocked myself saying it out loud, but it was what Draco had needed because we went from sitting on the couch to him turning me so my back was pressed down into the couch and he was laying on top of me with his hips grinding into the place only he had ever touched.
The soft moans he pulled from my body encouraged his hand that roamed up and down my side while the other pressed into the couch to hold most his weight off me. Lips and teeth met the skin along my neck and lips and I was lost in the Slytherin above me, “Then don’t.” He spoke between tasting my skin and grinding himself into me; I didn’t plan too.
There was a knock at the door and we froze, but our breaths were louder than the silence as a voice spoke from beyond the door. “Dinner is in ten minutes.” But not another word was said and the look in Draco’s eyes made my heart stop briefly.
“I can work with that.” My eyes widened, what did that mean? I found out quickly as he ripped the blouse I was wearing open and buttons went flying. This tore both a gasp and moan from me, his hands didn’t waste time in pulling the skirt from me and leaving me in just my lingerie for him to see again- he must really like my secret spending habit. I covered myself automatically and then something new happened, in one swift motion he had moved my knee to his hip to arch my body off the couch at an angle as his hand gripped my butt but only for a moment before I felt the sting of a slap on that cheek. I gasped and stared up at him wide eyed. “I told you not to hide your body from me.” He slapped the same spot again, except this time I moaned slightly and his eyebrow rose, he did it again and the moan was more successful at escape. “You like that?” he whispered to me.
My breathing was erratic but I nodded, not understanding how I could like this at all but something about him spanking me was stimulating. He did it one final time a bit harder and my eyes closed in bliss, I felt his lips on my own while his hand caressed the spot gently that was now sensitive to touch. The hand traveled to my panties and before I could think to protest he was leaning back off of me and pulling them down my legs and off my ankles one by one, I watched as he stuffed them into his pocket and let out a small noise but I stilled when he lowered his lips to a completely different set than he had before. I tried to move away because that was so very intimate and I was terrified but his hands grasped my hips and his tongue flicked out over the little bundle of nerves hidden there and I cried out in pleasured shock. “Draco!” I moaned his name this time as he did it again, my fingers finding their way into his hair while I bit into my other hand.
“Good girl.” He purred into my womanhood before he began to suck, lick, and nip the entire area with precision. I had never felt something this amazing before, the warmth of his tongue and the way he moved it inside me had my toes curling and I forgot that I was ever scared at all. I was practically trying to crawl away from him as I shook with tension when he slipped a finger inside of me and his other hand clamped down over my mouth to stifle the cry that he knew would happen before I did. At some point he pulled his mouth away from my womanhood and focused on that delicious curl of his finger that made me burst all over again as he watched me writhe beneath him.
When I could breathe again I opened my eyes and all I could see was Draco hovering over me “I think it has been longer than ten minutes.” He pulled his wand from somewhere I hadn’t noticed and my blouse began to mend itself as he helped me into my skirt, pausing in his aid to press a gentle kiss to the red hand prints on my butt cheek. “I could get used to this sight.” He practically purred out the words before sliding my skirt the rest of the way up my hip so I could tuck my shirt back into it.
I bit my lip and tried not to giggle as I spoke, “I don’t have a book this time.”
His eyes lit with silent laughter as he helped me stand, “Maybe we should skip dinner then?” I shook my head quickly as the giggle started to win. “I’ve had my dessert first, so dinner is ruined.” His smirk had me bright red and hiding my face in my hands.
“Draco! Don’t say that!” I could hear him chuckling now, but soon enough he was actually laughing. I had never heard this kind of laughter from him and I stole a glance through my fingers.
“What did I say about hiding from me? Do I need to spank you again?” I quickly dropped my hands from my face, I couldn’t tell if he was serious because the smile never left and he pulled me to him for a kiss.
We were only a few minutes late to dinner but it was not questioned. Matthias had had no idea I was still in the manor and burst out of his seat like a rocket when he saw me enter the room with Draco. “Hermione! You’re still here! Wow! Why?” Narcissa cleared her throat.
“Matthias Malfoy where are your manners!” her voice hadn’t raised an octave but the scolding was prominent. “Reseat yourself or go eat in the kitchen.” He did as instructed and sat back down, I smiled at him but he was still a little pouty.
Draco pulled my chair out for me once again and it made me flush slightly, his mother smiled at me then and looked to her son who sat beside me. “I actually am going to be here tomorrow as well Matthias, I am attending the ball.” He was instantly happy again.
“That explains all the dresses I saw arriving today. Why do girls need so many dresses for one night?” his question was innocent and I smirked.
“I don’t really know, why don’t we ask Draco?” and for the first time since my arrival I watched him flounder.
Draco had been taking a sip of wine when I timed saying his name and the result was as desired. He almost choked on his sip, but managed not to somehow and set his glass down. His eyes closed and I knew that he would recover soon, so I put a nail in my coffin. “Perhaps he is afraid my dress will rip.” I picked up my glass of wine then and as I sipped it I glanced at him, the glass I had already had earlier seeming to make me more brave.
“That must be it.” His voice tickled my senses and I smiled. For the briefest of moments I forgot Narcissa was there until Matthias asked her if magic could simply fix that.
Her response was flawless, “It all depends on the kind of magic used to tear it darling.” I bit my lip and looked down at the table with a giggle.
We were all saved by dinner being brought in by Wilkens on the floating trays following him. The salad was delicious and I made note to ask about the dressing used, but the veal stole the show for me because it melted in my mouth as I ate it in small bites. The dinner conversation consisted of fundraiser talk, Matthias going over his lessons with Narcissa and Draco as I listened, and then finally it settled on a topic I was not ready for. “Have you seen this evenings paper Draco?” He glanced at his mother and shook his head since he had been caught staring at me.
My curiosity was peaked, “What was in it?” I couldn’t think of anything that would be discussion worthy being in the evening addition since as far as I knew nothing had happened in the world and it was all calm beyond my own personal life.
“You two are.” I stopped breathing and Draco looked at his mother curiously.
“Oh? And what does it say?” His words were tainted with what I assumed a smirk sounded like.
“That the two of you are engaged.” She spoke with a smile, taking a bite of veal after.
I stared at her, thinking she was joking, but when she slid me the paper she had on the other side of her my heart leapt into my throat. Someone had taken a picture of us coming out of the dressing room at the shop we visited, and a second picture was right beside it but it was a moving picture that showed Draco pulling me to him, our kiss, and apparation. In big bold letters “Malfoy and fiance Granger seen dress shopping” Rumors had ruined my career and life once, and now I was in the papers with him and the world thought I was engaged. Draco wasn’t angry about it at all, in fact he glanced at the pictures and scanned over the few paragraphs written about us before shrugging at it. “Don’t you care?” I spoke, trying not to panic.
“No.” He was serious, so I glanced at Narcissa who was shaking her head in amusement. I took a sip of wine and tried to understand how they were unaffected.
“It is a good picture of the two of you. At least they got that done right.” Draco laughed at his mother and shook his head. “Oh good! Dessert!” My eyes shifted to the floating tray of sliced cheesecake and before I could begin to wonder how it would taste with the blue swirls of fruit in it Draco got me back for my remark about ripping dresses.
“I had dessert earlier. We have dancing lessons to get to so that way my ‘fiance’ doesn’t trip on the dance floor tomorrow. Excuse us mother.” And with that he was pulling me away from the table gently so that he could rest his hand on the small of my back as we left the dining room.
“I can’t believe you said that to your mother!” I playfully slapped at his chest but he caught my hand as we walked and kissed the back of it.
“You started it.” He teased me, and in my wine haze I played along without thinking about it.
“Well. In all fairness, I didn’t get dessert so that means my ‘wonderful fiance’ better make it up to me.” I giggled, seeing how the paper was funny after the shock wore off.
“Only if I can feed it to you.” I blushed because something in his voice seemed serious. We made it back to the room before I could think of a witty remark, but soft music was coming from beyond the door and when we went inside Draco held his hand out to me.
“I know how to dance, Draco.” I smiled at him, that third glass of wine kicking in.
“Prove it.” He whispered to me as he took my hand and pulled me close. One thing the magical world did not know about me was that every year until Hogwarts I was in dance, and then every summer I would attend dance workshops to fill my time when I wasn’t studying. I fell in step with him, even slightly tipsy it was second nature to me and I smirked at him.
He tested my ability by spinning me out and back to him, quickening and slowing his steps to see if I could follow him, and finally he dipped me. When he pulled me back up I was tight to his body, “Told you so, Draco.” I giggled slightly.
“Say it again.” His lips brushed over mine as he spoke.
“Draco.” I whispered to him before he claimed my lips briefly.
“My Good girl.” His finger trailed down my cheek softly, my body shivered. Adding that one little word made the already arousing phrase he used irresistible to me.
“Yes.” His eyes filled with desire, I knew this look very well now and it made every rational bone in my body irrational and thoughtless. The sun was setting in the distance, I knew this because the room was getting darker and the fireplace roared to life behind us as most magical homes had set up. “I do want my dessert.” I bit my lip, his mischievous grin settling in place.
“Only if you promise to be out of these clothes and in bed when I return with it.” He pointed to the door on the left side of the room. “That one.”
I glanced at the door then at him, “And if I am still wearing these clothes?” his eyes darkened with promise and it made me shiver and nod. I understood.
He left the room with a final glance to me, I was already pulling my shirt out of my skirt. The door clicked closed and I giggled, “Fiance.” I didn’t normally drink so three glasses down had me relaxed and carefree, I wasn’t pent up and full of anxiety like I was used to being. I almost felt free, but still I was there and knew that I was tossing my shirt aside for him, knew that as I wiggled out of my skirt if I did not hurry he might spank me again- I admitted to myself that I wanted that as I slipped out of my small heels. I was down to my bra and wished I had my panties that he stole because without them the bra looked silly if I kept it on. “Well.” I closed my eyes and took it off, biting my lip as I walked over to the where the wine was and poured myself a cup. I left my clothes in the room so he would know I had obeyed- I was feeling brave.
I felt so very revealed to the world even though I was hidden in the depths of the manor in his room, he had said to be out of my clothes but I was brilliant even tipsy and began to look through the clothes in the closet for one of his button up shirts that looked comfy “Mrs. Malfoy is gonna kick Mr. Malfoy’s ass for stealing my lace panties.” I said to myself in a laughing tone when I thought about the paper again, finding a white silk shirt that I was about to pull out when his voice made me drop it.
“Oh is she now?” He was standing in the doorway, a bowl of ice cream in his hand.
“I’ve done it before.” My words were a bit breathy, everything in me screamed to cover up, but the wine didn’t care as much and he had told me not to hide myself and he had already seen so much of me. His words echoed in my head, as well as the spanking that was a playground of mixed feelings for me. “What flavor?” I bit my lip, trying to be small in a way but still it was impossible when I was naked and he was clothed.
“Vanilla.” The farthest thing from his taste I was discovering.
“I’ll hold it while you take those off.” I held my hand out for the bowl, clearly looking at his clothes before settling on his eyes.
“Oh will you now Mrs. Malfoy?” I flushed a bright shade of pink; I was the prey in this moment and I had forgotten. He set the ice cream down on a table near the door slowly as I watched him, though his other hand snapped out and took hold of my wrist. Distraction had worked because in no way was I prepared for it; I fell into him fully, my body molding to his like I was made to fit there and he tangled his free hand in my hair. I moaned, despite the shock of it all, and felt him walking me back towards the bed. He nipped at my lips, causing me to whimper as my fingers gripped his shirt and began to pull it off him; I needed to touch him or I was going to go insane.
His skin was like fire against mine as he pulled me flush against his chest, whispering my name in my ear. I was melting for him, happily throwing my caution to the wind and now I was drowning in need. Never in my entire life had a man made me feel this, Ron had been a blundering fool when he touched me. Always pawing at me and fumbling around, but Draco was precise, and every touch he had held intention. Power. Control. He knew he could hurt me but he held back at just the right moment so he didn’t and when he did it was just enough to make it more than pain. Everything about him was confident and sure and it did something to the woman in me that I had no control over and had never expected.
“Lay down.” He gently pushed me and I fell back into the bed, flushed and suddenly freezing. My nipples had hardened and I bit into my lip, how I wanted to cover myself! I knew if I did that it would be worse than the last time, thankfully his eyes did not linger to long in their greedy sweep over me before he moved to get the bowl of ice cream. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching the muscles in his back move briefly before he turned around to look at me while he moved the spoon around in the bowl slowly. “You were not in bed.”
I blinked, a bit lost then his parting words whispered in my foggy head. “You were fast.” He stopped at the edge of the bed and licked the spoon in a way that made my breath shudder.
“You were trying to be clever.” He smirked, I narrowed my eyes a little. He was right and I wasn’t sure if I liked that he knew me that well without me knowing more about him.
“I was clever. You said nothing about your clothes.” His free hand pressed to my chest, just below my neck. He didn’t touch me where I wanted him to, but when he pulled his hand away after I laid back down he brushed his fingertips along one of my nipples and I whimpered.
“I will remember that.” He set the bowl down on my belly, making me gasp since it was cold. “Don’t move.” I wanted to take the bowl off, my skin was apparently cooking under his gaze because it felt like ice was creeping its way through my belly button. I wasn’t focused on that sensation for very long because he stood back up and began to slowly undo the belt on his pants, then the button and zipper. He left his pants open like that for a moment, the green of his tight boxer briefs standing out against the black of his pants. I stared, lower lip bitten and bowl freezing me to the core yet all I could feel was the heat of his gaze as he watched me watching him slowly lower them until he stepped out of them. His pale skin contrasted with the green, making it seem as if his skin was as close to marble as a human could get. I moved a little and the bowl trembled then stilled as I froze. “Don’t. Move.”
His hands pressed to my knees, slowly moving up my thighs inch by inch with our eyes locked. I was afraid to look away from them, his whole body seemed poised to strike if I so much as flinched; ever the snake I mused to myself. “Draco.” I whispered, hearing my own voice sound so wanton should have scared me because I was all facts and logic and think before you leap and here I was throwing caution to the wind and not asking more than I needed too as I laid on his bed for the taking.
His hands followed the line of my hips, up to my torso and ribs leaving goosebumps behind them. “Are you sure you want dessert?” I bit my lip and nodded softly. He took the spoon out of the bowl, a small chunk of vanilla sticking to it as he smiled slightly. I thought he was going to feed it to me, but instead he brushed the cold spoon against my nipple, leaving vanilla to melt and leave a trail down my breast. The spoon glided over to my other nipple, the cold making my eyes shut as I sighed out a moan. I tried not to wiggle as he moved it in a line down my stomach towards the bowl and set it back inside, his lips pulling the first nipple into his mouth as he picked up the bowl. My body arched and I was his, my fingers dug into the bed and gripped the blanket tightly as his tongue followed the cooling trail of vanilla he had left behind as a road map for his lips and tongue. I could feel the moistness pooling between my legs while he reached where the trail stopped just above my bellybutton.
The spoon was back and I cried out. It started at my hip and slid its way down the slight mound that led into my womanhood. The spoon lingered where my lips started to part and the cold dripping down onto the bundle of nerves had me whimpering and shifting beneath the pressure he was building up inside me. The tongue of the devil was sliding over my skin once more and I was begging him by the time he reached my aching core. Everything about my most womanly part of myself was tingling and throbbing, I needed him to take me over the edge or I would surely pass out from the intensity of it all. He sucked my clit into his mouth suddenly, completely opposite of how gently he had been flicking his tongue and sucking along my skin. My cry was nearly a scream, his hands had a hold of my thighs tightly as I bucked against him and I knew I would have bruises there too match my bite mark. He nipped at the lips that hid my bundle of nerves and I yelped, feeling myself be on the brink of orgasm. “Say it.”
His name came whimpered out as he took his mouth away from me, I was breathless and shivering. So close for him and he wouldn’t allow me to go over the edge. “Again.” He commanded, his voice thick with need and what sounded like the edge of a growl.
“Draco.” My hand found his hair and I was pulling him up to my face, tasting myself on his lips as his hands slipped his briefs away and he settled between my thighs. I didn’t hesitate as he pushed inside me, instead I sighed in relief. All day he had been driving me wild, building me up and giving me small hints of release compared to what I needed from him now. He had pushed me to the point where I would rather be caught by the papers than stop now, he rocked into me fully and I felt the burning pain of him tearing through my virginity and squealed. It hurt, tears came to the corner of my eyes but he didn’t give me time to focus on the pain as he started to slowly move his hips to grind into me, what was pain quickly turned to pleasure as he found new spots inside me to play with.
“Good girl.” He groaned into my ear and I came for him; His voice sounded like sin and I wanted it all to myself.
“Yes.” I breathed out in a moan, “Please.” I needed more, I wanted more, I wanted him to take it and make me scream. I felt him smile into my neck before he leaned back, sliding off the bed as he moved me with him. He was standing at the end now, one of my legs dangling over his arm while my other stretched up over his shoulder, the new depth he hit as he pulled me back into this position stole my breath and arched my body. His fingers dug into my thigh as his lips brushed across my calf, his steady thrusts shifting in rhythm after a minute or so to set a new pace that would make a new noise come from me.
Glances through half closed eyes showed every muscle in his abdomen contracting, let me see the sexy smile as he watched me shake and moan in his arms, when my nails would grasp a hold of whatever part of him I could find in that moment he would groan and slam into me harder. I was being carried to the clouds as I saw stars, I could hear just how wet he had made me become each time he pressed into me and the sound was erotic. I moved against him, matching his pace as I moaned his name.
He flipped me with ease, using the leg on his shoulder as leverage so that I was on my knees and he was pressing back into me. My head tossed back, my hands bracing on the bed below me to keep me up. His hand wound in my curls and he began to pull me back into his thrusts, the depth at the angle he had me in was enough to make me come undone. I felt myself explode for him when he rocked into me again, my thighs were soaked and I could feel dripping down towards my knees. I wasn’t even ashamed of myself, I just wanted it again. The searing rush of cumming so hard was addicting instantly.
“Touch yourself.” He was moving faster now, I was gasping and moaning to the point where I would hit a higher note and be unable to breath every few thrusts. He released my hair and my elbows buckled, my face pressing into his bed while I moved my hand to my clit. I wanted to please him, I wanted to share my pleasure, I wanted to be his good girl. I moved my fingers in fast circles over the bundle of nerves and with the combination of him and me I felt my body soak him once more and coat my hand in my own juices. I cried out for him, his full length burying itself in my body as he filled me to the point where the tingling pressure of our orgasms mixing was seeping down my leg to mix with my own little mess.
He was still in me, slowly going soft as his lips began to trail down my spine. We were covered in sweat, our bodies stuck together slightly and the sounds of our lungs trying to relearn to breathe filled the room. “Good girl.” He breathed against my shoulder, I smiled as my eyes closed and I reveled in the feeling of completion I felt. I understood why so many gave in and cared only about sex now, Draco had made it everything my books had said it could be when attention was paid. “We need a bath.”
I laughed, feeling my inner walls clamp around his manhood and it slowly start to stiffen again. I moaned, feeling a shiver of pleasure curl up my spine. “Oh fuck.” I whispered out as he rotated his hips against me, feeling my wetness ooze out of me more.
“Do that again and the bath can wait.” I glanced at him from over my shoulder, being able to see the bite in the corner of my eye. Draco was dangerous, the way he held to my hips now with his thumbs curling gently along my skin so tenderly was a drastic contrast to the dark gaze that drank in the sight of my ass in the air. I moved away slightly, feeling the semihard member slide halfway out of me before I bounced back just as slowly, he closed his eyes as he bit his lip when I did this again and again. With each press back into him I had to slide further off him the next time as the size of him increased. I was glad I had not seen just how blessed in size he was before because I would have thought it would not fit but it did and now I was watching it disappear into me over and over with excruciating slowness that pulled a deep moan from me each time. “Mmm. My good girl.” His hands slid under me, one grasping my breast gently while he pulled me back into him so I was being lifted onto him as he thrust into me.
“Yes.”I moaned out as I leaned into him, the pace of his thrusts starting to pick back up again.
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