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Timeless Pet	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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As the last stitch of clothing hit the floor she blushed and looked away from him. She was ready for this to be some kind of joke. For him to laugh now that he had her standing completely bare to him.
“After all this time are you actually nervous?” He asked sounding slightly amused as his fingers tilted her chin up.
It wasn’t until this moment that Hermione really felt the height difference between the two of them. It must have been something about the fact he was still wearing all his clothes.
“I know I’m not the prettiest girl in the school.” She informed him as she stood strong. “But we both know you’re the most handsome boy.”
He looked down at her with amusement shining on his face. Without saying a word he leaned down, placing a soft kiss where her neck met her shoulder. Her breath deepened as his soft lips tickled her skin.
She reminded herself that this was just carnal desire. How could someone not desire someone as witty, intelligent, and beautiful as him? If she gave herself tonight, if she just surrendered once, she’d be able to refocus on a life of her own making.
“You’re overthinking.” Tom said as he bit her neck hard enough to leave a mark.
She gasped pulling away from the pain and frowning at him. “Oh am I?” She asked crossing her arms over her chest.
He raised an eyebrow at her and eyed the posture. “Am I going to have to tie you down?”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She snapped getting more nervous the longer he stayed clothed.
A wide smile spread across his lips. “I think I would.” he said stepping up to her again and running a finger along the mark he made. “Do you think I really care at all about physical beauty beyond the things mine can gain me?”
She blinked at him a few times as the question caught her off guard.
“That being said, I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.” He added letting gentle fingers run over her chest and lightly brush her nipple.
She jumped slightly at the feel of his fingers and shook her head after a moment of thought. She looked away from him again, very unsure of how to handle herself in this situation.
“What has you so deep inside your own head?” He asked grasping her neck to force her to look at him again. “Tell me pet.” He commanded her.
“I hate that you call me that.” She snapped as she glared at him.
Tom laughed and shook his head. “No you don’t. You enjoy being my pet if you want to admit it or not. But we were talking about other things, now answer the question.”
“There’s too much to say and I don’t want to have this conversation naked.” She growled as she tried to pull herself from his hold.
His fingers only tightened around her neck. “Would you prefer to tell me naked, kneeling at my feet?” He warned.
She glared at him a moment, daring him with her eyes to make good on the threat.
“As my pet wishes.” He said calmly before he forced her down to her knees.
“Tom stop.” She ordered as his grip only held.
“What word will end tonight?” He asked suddenly very serious.
She swallowed not understanding at first before she remembered his request. “Mercy.”
“Do you wish to say it?” Tom asked holding tight enough that he was making it hard to breath.
She looked up into his eyes for a long moment before shaking her head. “No.”
“Good.” he said pulling her back to her feet then guiding her over to her bed all by her neck. “Then I think a punishment is in order.”
“What? Why?” She asked struggling again.
He bent her over the bed so that her face was against the sheets and her arse was well in reach.
“You’ve been generally belligerent since we started this game, you’ve refused to answer a direct question, and you referred to me by my first name.” He said as his free hand ran over her the round of her arse.
“You’re going to spank me?” She asked her arse wiggling against his hand as she tried to free herself.
“I think ten is a good number for the first time.” He said thoughtfully.
Before she could say another word his hand lifted and came down hard on her rear. Hermione gasped and her eyes widened at the completely new sensation. When the hand came down for another smack she stilled under his hold unsure of how she should really be reacting.
“You’re losing focus, I want you to count the strikes. I’ll start over.” He told her letting his hand run over her slightly pink skin.
“What? Why?” She asked unsure of what she had done now.
“Focus completely on me, when I grant you pleasure or pain it should be the only thing in your mind.” he told her before spanking her again.
“One.” She said unsurely as she tried to clear her mind of all the other thoughts that seemed to collect in it.
“Better.” He told her softly, rewarding her with a gentle stroke before he smacked her harder than the first.
“Two.” She gasped as the strike seemed to move straight to the core between her legs, making her body clench around nothing and her legs shift.
“Did you like that?” He asked leaning down over her so he could speak more softly. Before she could answer he spanked her three times in quick succession.
“Three, four, five, yes!” She said quickly as she didn’t want him to start over. When she realized how she had answered his question she buried her face in her sheets.
“What a perfect little pet you are.” Tom almost cooed above her. His hand soothing the red skin and dipping between her legs to feel her body’s response. She whimpered when she felt his probing fingers push into her excited womanhood. “No reason to be embarrassed pet.” He told her as he pushed her legs apart so he could fondle her more directly. “I enjoy giving pain, and its better that you enjoy receiving it.”
“I don’t…” Hermione started but a quick swat to her arse with his free hand stopped her cold. She let out a soft moan before shaking her head. “This is wrong.” She told him as her body yearned to push back against his hand.
“There’s nothing wrong about two consensual peers enjoying each other’s pleasure.” Tom said as he pulled his wonderful fingers away leaving her feeling empty and needful.
When she heard him move away from her she looked over her shoulder in time to see him picking up a towel and wiping his fingers on it. He looked up at her smirking as he made his way back to her side.
“You’re being very good.” He told her as he brushed hair from her face. “I think I’ll reward you with a choice. You can either take your last five strikes or you can serve your penance on your knees.” He said with mischief in his eyes.
Why had she agreed to this again? Looking him in the eyes she narrowed her gaze and shook her head. “I’ll take five more.” She told him firmly.
“I knew you enjoyed it.” He said putting a firm hand on her back before spanking her five times in quick order.
“Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.” She said as she tried to keep up. She was gasping after the short burst and she really wasn’t sure why.
“Have you ever been with anyone before pet?”
Hermione reddened and looked away. “I think you already know the answer to that my Lord.” She said not wishing to look at him.
“I wasn’t completely sure.” He admitted as his hand slid over her back.
“You’re the only one that gives me that kind of attention. Why else do you think I’m desperate enough to agree to this?” She asked cuttingly.
He chuckled as he gave her bottom a final smack then rolled her over so he could look down into her eyes. He studied her for a moment looking for something Hermione couldn’t place.
“Maybe I’m the only one who can really see you.” He said as he moved to a more dominant position on top of her. “Why do you think it’s so bad to admit you like what you see in me?”
Hermione frowned and looked up into his dark eyes. “What I see in you?” She asked with a frown. “Mostly a see a man who treats others as if they were things instead of people. What’s there to…” She was cut off as he took her mouth in a demanding kiss, plundering it and making her feel wonderfully weak. When he pulled away he was smiling.
“You see a man who can not only keep up with you, but can beat you. That can be very attractive to a woman as rare as yourself.” He told her before he leaned down to kiss her neck this time.
He moved her chin up to give himself better access to her skin, and grasped her neck as his mouth moved down her chest. She was too distracted by the wonderful talents his tongue and teeth had to respond to his words. It wasn’t a dream this time, but she’d let herself enjoy it.
By the time he was nibbling the inside of her upper thigh she was shaking with need. “Please?” She gasped unable to hold it back any longer. She felt him smile against her heat and then he was pulling away. “What?” She asked opening her eyes to see him carefully striping out of his clothes.
“I think you need a moment to cool off. Move back on the bed.” He told her motioning with his head.
She licked her lips but complied with the command. It wasn’t until he stilled for a long moment that she remembered the old scar on her foot. She tried to tug the foot away but he had it in his grasp before she could move.
He held the ankle painfully as he moved her foot to get a better look at the old burn.
“You seriously injured yourself to write this.” He said as he obviously recognized her hand writing. “Care to explain?”
Hermione tried to yank her foot away to no avail. “It’s something I did years ago.” She said as she tried to think of a good lie.
“Year ago?” Tom ran his thumb over the scar. “But why?”
“I was mad at you!” She snapped pulling her leg again, this time he let her go.
“You were mad at me?” He asked doubtfully. “So you burnt yourself? Do I need to punish you for lying now?”
“I don’t exactly remember doing it.” She said honestly. “And I really can’t explain it more than that. Maybe you should go.”
“No.” He said as he straightened then continued to undress. “I want you to tell me what you think evil is.” He ordered looking her directly in the eyes.
“I told you…” She said with a frown.
“You’ve described selfish.” He said as he let piece after piece of clothing drop to the floor. “Maybe I’m not selfish, maybe I just have very few people I care about.”
Hermione laughed and shook her head. “You don’t actually care about anyone.” She reminded him.
“I care about you.” He said as he knelt between her legs.
“Maybe as you see me as an extension of yourself.”
He crawled up her body like a predator stalking his prey. “How do you do that exactly?” he asked as he looked down into her eyes curiously.
“Do what?” She asked frowning in confusion.
“See me as clearly as I see you?” He asked running his knuckles down her cheek.
“Maybe I’m just very good at keeping my eyes open.” She said, her breaths coming hard once again with him so close. She could feel his skin against hers and it made her tingle wonderfully under him.
“I enjoy that about you.” He told her before he took her in one painfully sweet thrust. He held himself inside her waiting for her body to adjust and relax around him. As the pain ebbed away and a sense of being wonderfully filled replaced it she moved her hips back against his.
That night there coupling was slow and almost sweet. It promised a shared pleasure and Hermione screamed his name before the end. After she was completely and truly spent she fell asleep with him still laying next to her.
When she woke the next morning he was gone, but a message hung above her bed in sparkling green letters.
If you think I will ever give you up now, you are not as smart as I once thought you to be.
~Riddle
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