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The Affair	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 55613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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This chapter goes back and forth from Hermione's point of view to Draco's. Hope you like this chapter!
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"Oh, pet. I thought you'd never ask."
As he stepped towards her, Draco could sense Hermione's apprehension. It wasn't just the faint trembling of her limbs or the way she chewed her bottom lip that gave her away; it was also the way her magic radiated in pulse like waves from her very being. He couldn't fault her, he was feeling the same nervous energy. After all – this was it! It was happening. She was finally submitting to him. He'd wanted this for so long but had never dared to let himself hope it would ever happen. How could it? She was not only married, but she was married to his best friend! However, circumstances had changed, and his mind had begun to toy with the possibility. When she walked into Malfoy Enterprises the day before and the opportunity presented itself, he had to make a move. He was a Malfoy after all. He was accustomed to getting what he wanted.
After another cursory glance of her lovely form, he leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth before whispering, "Take off your sweater." Her chocolate eyes remained latched to his grey as she slowly slipped the cardigan off her slim frame. He took it from her and draped it over the chair behind him, internally relieved she hadn't run away at the first command.
He spoke to her softly...seductively, wanting her to feel reassured that she was making the correct decision. He didn't want her to have any hesitation now or any regrets later. "We are going to ease into this, Pet. Figure out what works for us...get a sense for our dynamic." He stroked her cheek. "Get a feel for each other." Walking around, so that he was behind her, he put his lithe fingers on her shoulders and massaged them gently. "You are rather tense, pet. Try to relax. Close your eyes and don't think, just feel. Listen to my voice and let me take over."
Some of the rigidity left her shoulders as his fingers continued to softly work out the knots. His thumbs focused on her neck, eliciting a soft exhale of air. He leaned in close, his tone as caressing as his words. "You're so beautiful. I'm the luckiest man alive right now." His lips pressed delicately to her neck and he inhaled her sweet, floral scent – it was a very inviting smell. Taking an intoxicating deep breath, he let it out slowly to keep his own nerves in check. He spoke softly, "I'm going to unzip your dress." His hand traced from her shoulder to the center zipper on her back where he slowly slid it all the way down to her lower back. Draco paused as he relished the moment.
Hermione's breath hitched when his hands made their way back to her shoulders and under the fabric of her dress. He delicately slid the silky material down her arms before moving his hands to the creamy skin of her waist where he shimmied the fabric over her shapely hips. The dress susurrated gently as it softly pooled on the floor. Stepping closer so that his front was flush against her back, Draco circled his hands around her waist and then up, where he gently cupped her full breasts. He tugged the fabric of her bra cups down so that her nipples were lifted and exposed to him for the first time. Her breathing quickened, and her peaks hardened as he flicked and pinched them before palming the hand sized globes. Merlin, her tits were the perfect size.
"Your skin is so soft," he murmured before twisting her nipples a little harder. She gasped at the sensation, arching her back in pleasure. He smiled devilishly as one hand continued its current ministrations while the other coiled its fingers around her delicate neck. His words oozed like honey, "I'm going to punish you and then I'm going fuck you."
The heat in her belly morphed from a lazy simmer to a furious boil. It had been so long since Theo had touched her like this. It had been forever since he had spoken such delicious words. While she knew she had been missing it, she didn't realize just how much until this very moment...and Draco had barely touched her. Her reaction was telling, though, a little breast play and some salacious whispers had her practically panting like a back-alley whore. She needed this more than she remembered – more than she imagined.
Draco languidly slid to his knees behind her, his fingers like tentacles slithering over her curves along the way. Leaning into her, he placed a lingering kiss on her right thigh, allowing his tongue a tentative taste before repeating the same motion on her left. He reveled in the sweet-yet-salty twang of her skin – like salted caramel. He could only imagine what her nectar would taste like when he would finally burrow his face between her thighs. It wouldn't be long until he found out.
Draco slipped his hands under her panties and eased them down her toned legs. Unable to resist, his fingers spread her now dewy folds as he pressed his nose into her cave and inhaled her scent. Ahhhh. It was Eden. His imagination had not done her justice. She smelled of tropical sand and sea with a hint of citrus. It was an aphrodisiac if there ever was one. He wanted to bend her over and devour her until she screamed. She was Eve and he was the snake who would entice her, seduce her, corrupt her.
Taking a second to regain his composure, he stood and unlatched her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor with her panties and dress. He began to circle her, scanning her naked form for the first time. She was exquisite. All soft curves without being fat, toned muscles without being too masculine.
Then there were her eyes.
Eyes that were so very expressive.
Eyes that could scold, laugh, and tease.
Eyes that could cut him to the quick with ease, as they had done so many times over the years.
Theo was beyond a fool to take her for granted and push her away. Of course, he was also a bastard to have wandered from their marriage bed. Hermione had no idea and Draco would not be the one to tell her. Theo didn't even know that Draco knew. Theo's adultery that had been the impetus for Draco's pursuit, though. If Theo was out there warming another witch's bed, Draco would hardly feel guilty for warming Hermione's.
Forcing himself to focus on the scene at play, Draco started to unbuckle his belt. "Granger, why are you being punished?"
"Because, I didn't follow your instructions." The only sound that followed her statement was Draco slowly removing his belt. The jingle of the buckle and the sliding of leather against fabric affected her exactly as he anticipated it would. Her skin was flushed yet pebbled and she shivered ever so slightly. She was aroused, there was no question.
"Not good enough, pet. Be specific," he taunted as he moved to her side.
She cut her gaze at him to answer. "Because, I didn't eat the food on my plate."
"Eyes forward, pet. Why else?" Following his instruction, she stared at the wall but didn't respond. "Tsk, tsk, Granger. Playing dumb doesn't suit you."
She took a breath and said resignedly, "Because, I drank more than you intended. I followed your instruction, only drinking two glasses, but I disobeyed your intent by using such large, oversized goblets."
"Very good. Ground rule number one. When I tell you to do something, you do it. If you find the direction to be to your disliking, you are always welcome to ask me to reconsider. You will get 10 lashes from my belt. The first five will be warmup." He walked around her. "Choose a safeword."
Hermione thought fast. "Red, red is fine."
"Widen your stance," he instructed.
Draco watched with an unconcealed and covetous longing as she obeyed. After years of imagining, here she was. In the flesh, naked...submissive...exquisite. Bracing himself for the bliss of his fantasy becoming a reality, he whispered the incantation to soften the belt. He didn't want to hurt her and didn't know what her pain tolerance was. He was looking forward to finding out but decided he would take it slow.
He instructed calmly and softly, "Step forward and put your hands on the back of the sofa to brace yourself." He watched her, assessing her stance. "Arch your back more." When her bottom was perfectly positioned he demanded, "Count after each strike. Safeword if it's too much and I'll stop. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes…sir." Hermione could hardly recognize her own voice. She sounded almost timid – and she was not a timid witch! But just this once she would give herself a break. Just this once she would give into her sexual urges and would seek her pleasure, consequences be damned. And there was no question there would be consequences. Where was her voice of reason? Where was her conscience? Probably puddled on the floor drowning in her drenched panties. She pushed the self-doubt aside. She was already naked, and he had already had his hands all over her. Hell, the wizard had practically had his nose buried in her quim for Morgana's sake. It was a little late to back out now. And in truth, she wasn't going anywhere. This was it. She was doing this.
She startled when she felt the first slap of the belt against her bum. It didn't hurt, but it was loud. "One," she whispered.
Immediately a second clap of the belt landed and once again it didn't hurt. "Two."
Draco struck her three more times, never hitting the same spot twice.
It was with the sixth slap that Hermione felt the first real sting. She couldn't help the small squeal of surprise that escaped her. "Six," she choked out after a taking a second to breathe.
Another hard strike and she immediately grunted, "Seven!" while holding back the tears that were threatening to spill. Damn that smarts!
An even harder landing at the tender junction of her right butt cheek and thigh had her yelp out, "Eight!"
The next one hit her at the mirrored spot on her other thigh and she felt a tear slide down her cheek. She barely got out the word, "Nine."
The tenth and last came fast and was the hardest, landing on both butt cheeks at once. "Ten," she cried out, losing all control as she let herself go. Her first sob was for the thrill of the spanking, while the second was for the betrayal she was committing. The rest of her tears were the cathartic release of the frustrations and emotions that had been bottled up for so long. Any semblance of strength left her as she let herself slide to the floor.
Draco dropped the belt and pulled her to his chest, not allowing her descent to the carpet. He easily lifted her into his arms and held her tight, whispering words of comfort and praise as he sat down on the sofa. He held her on his lap, rocking her and allowing her the release he knew she needed. He would not let her go until she was calm. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face into his neck as he stroked her hair and spoke soothingly to her. "That's it", he whispered. "Let it all out." She did for a while, but soon her cries became hiccoughed whimpers before diminishing to sniffles as Draco simply held her.
A minute or so after the sniffles stopped, he lifted her chin so that she was looking him in the eyes. "You okay?" He asked affectionately.
She nodded, whispering, "Yeah, I'm okay."
Draco's breath was almost taken away by the sight of her. Her eyes were puffy, and her cheeks were wet, yet she was the most beautiful woman he had ever held. He kissed her, unable to wait another minute. Her lips were soft, and he could taste the salt from her tears. Their kiss started out gentle but quickly became urgent and needy. After a minute, he laid her back onto the sofa, kissing down her throat to her breasts, where he feasted on the pillowy flesh.
When he suddenly stood, Hermione moved to sit up, looking at him questioningly. "No, don't move," he demanded. His gaze had regained its intensity from earlier and at once Hermione felt like she was the last T-bone steak at a starving man's banquet. Stormy grey irises glittered with flashes of lust as he glanced from her naked breasts to the apex of her thighs and then back to her face. He started to unbutton his shirt and then changed his mind with an impatient swish of his wand, divestoeing himself of every article of clothing.
He towered naked over her and Hermione couldn't help but to look at him...all of him. His chest and arms were toned and more muscular than she had realized. He had no hair on his chest and his abdomen was flat with the faint crests and valleys of a toned abdominal six pack. He began to stroke his prominent erection while looking at her.
"Massage your breasts," he instructed. After a minute, his voice sounded almost strained when he commanded she pinch her nipples.
Hermione followed his demands, never breaking eye contact. She may be the one on her back, doing as she was told but she held no illusion she didn't hold power over him. The need and the longing on his face said it all.
"Move your hands down your body, Hermione." His voice was a low rumble that caused her breath to hitch. He gave a small smirk as he commanded, "Touch your clit."
His look was nothing short of avaricious as her fingers slid through her trimmed curls and began to swirl and press the sensitive flesh of her clitoris. Her lissome form began to arch as her hips began to undulate. He swallowed heavily as he watched her slowly lose herself to her carnal need. "Stop." His command was exhaled on an unsteady breath and when Hermione's chocolate depths swam up to his stormy ones, she found them almost depraved with need.
A wave of his wand and suddenly her hands were bound above her head. A deviant and lecherous smile spread across his face as he watched her tug on the binds, causing her breasts to jiggle deliciously. "I could watch touch yourself for hours, but right now the only hands that will be touching that luscious pussy are mine."
A thrum of exquisite need overcame her as he straddled her, kissing her mouth tenderly before nipping her bottom lip and then traveling to her breasts. After suckling each nipple in turn, his lips caressed and worshipped as he made his way to her midriff. He paused for just the briefest hint of a second before he lowered his mouth to the apex of her thighs. If he were a spiritual man, he would have declared he had achieved nirvana. He spread her wide before nestling in to make himself at home. She let out a guttural moan as his tongue lapped, prodded, and teased the slippery, scrumptious flesh. He slipped first one and then two fingers inside of her, moving them in and out as he continued to feast. Just when she was about to climax, he pulled away and began to slide up her body, earning him a groan of disapproval.
Draco chuckled, "All in good time, pet. All in good time." His hand continued to rub and stimulate the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit as his lips once again found purchase along the curves of her torso. After a detour to her pebbled areolas and peaks, he continued up until his lips hovered over hers.
The words were simple. "I'm going to fuck you now." As soon as they fell off his tongue, he was in her. One hand gripped her thigh to hold her open as the other grabbed a handful of hair and pulled back, exposing her neck as he sheathed himself. Her keen of ecstasy made him smile as he tenderly bit the cords of her neck. Desperate pants of needed air met her ears and it shocked her when she realized they were her own. She pulled desperately on her binds, wanting to sink her fingers into his platinum locks. He mercilessly ignored her straining as he began to move at a languid pace. Torturing her with slow, easy strokes while he emptied and filled her over and over again as though time would stand still and wait for them.
Draco told himself he had to go slow. He wanted to pound – he wanted to claim, but she felt too good. He knew if he moved any faster it would all be over much too quickly. He wanted their first time to be memorable. He focused on his breathing as he fucked the woman he had been fantasizing about since he was thirteen. Easy, Draco. Easy.
She threw her head back, moaning as she pressed her hips to his. Yes! Finally! she screamed internally. This was what she had been missing. He felt so incredibly good inside of her and his desire for her was intoxicating. His need for her was like a tonic for her soul. It had been too long since Theo had looked at her like this, touched her like this, and desired her like this. But, she didn't want to think about Theo... not now, anyway.
"Eyes on me," he whispered as though he were peering into her thoughts. She immediately locked eyes with him as he stroked in and out of her. "You feel amazing," he whispered as he grabbed her behind both knees, lifting her higher and wider. Unable to hold back any longer, he began to pound harder, pushing himself deeper. Hermione could feel her climax building as he continued to move, hitting that special spot inside her that drove her wild.
"Who do you belong to, pet?" he whispered. "Who will you obey? Who's going to take care of you from now on?"
Hermione was mewling and arching sinuously into him, and Draco couldn't help comparing her to a feral cat. He chuckled darkly. "My little lioness. You're such a good fuck."
His words prompted a growl as she turned her mouth to his neck and bit down gently. His filthy and wicked words were pushing her even closer to the edge.
Her teeth on his neck propelled him and he upped his pace even more, his heart about to pound right out of his chest. "Who do you belong to, pet? Answer me!" He demanded urgently.
A quick exhale of hot breath ghosted against his skin as she pulled her teeth and mouth off him to allow herself to answer in a choked voice, "You, I belong to you!"
In that moment, during her proclamation, her body seized with rapture and caused her walls to clamp around him. His body shook and then tightened, like a coil about to spring as he let out a moan of what sounded like anguish before he collapsed on to her, his chest heaving.
After a few moments, he pulled his face back and watched her as she came down from her own release. Her eyes were half lidded and her lips hinted at a smile. He offered a small smile in return as he moved his mouth to hers and hungrily claimed her lips in a punishing kiss. A minute or so later he pulled away and whispered the incantation to release her binds. Her arms immediately enveloped around him as she nuzzled tenderly into his neck. They repositioned themselves, so they were nestled on their sides facing each other, canvassing each other with tender kisses and caresses.
After a couple minutes they both realized it was getting late. Draco stood and held his hand out to her, helping her up. They dressed in silence. She pulled her sweater on and turned to him as he was buttoning up his shirt.
Unable to resist, he reached for her and pulled her towards him, kissing her passionately.
She pulled back from him after a minute. "What time is it?"
"Ten-thirty," he responded, "I have a meeting in fifteen minutes."
Hermione picked up her briefcase and her purse, finding herself at a loss for words. She didn't want to think, she didn't want to speak, she just wanted to bask in the glow that was still radiating though her.
Draco watched her, his mind already figuring out when he could see her again. "Pet, be here tomorrow at two o'clock."
Her gaze met his, pondering if that worked for her. She realized then that she would make it work, and responded quietly, "Okay."
Hermione didn't miss how his look was slightly smug – he was clearly pleased with her compliance. After he walked her to the door, she turned to him, smirking. She may have agreed to submit to him, and he may have just proven himself to be quite able in the sack, but she was still Hermione and she would still fight for her client. "By the way, I'm having lunch with Rita Skeeter today to discuss Moxie Graggot. Just thought you'd like to know." She smiled mischievously up at him.
"Ciao", she said with a wink as she turned away before striding down the hall with a confident sway to her hips, leaving a speechless Draco Malfoy behind her.
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