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The Affair	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 55609 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 8
She smiled at him mischievously and replied in a soft and sultry tone. "I'll try, Draco. But, if you push me too far, I'm going to turn you into a ferret."
Her smile grew wider and she laughed at Draco's pained expression.
Suddenly, he shifted and was on top of her, pinning her down with her hands above her head. "Hmmm, it seems you're not such a smart witch after all." He smirked down at her, a twinkle in his eyes. She giggled, squirming and struggling to get out from under him.. Draco simply shook his head, speaking in his teasing and sexy voice. "No where to go, Miss Granger. No one to save you." He held her wrists with one hand and grabbed his wand with the other. He waved his wand towards the head of the bed. She felt soft bindings wrap around her wrists, tying them together and fastening them to the head board.
She stopped squirming as her heart started to race. She took a deep breath as she stared into his eyes, unwilling to back down or look away from his dominant stare. He tilted his head as if studying her. "I like your feistiness, Granger." He slowly started to move down her body. "I even like your resistance." He continued sliding down, rubbing his hands on her breasts over her dress. When he reached her hips, he lifted up her skirt so that her panties were on display. He sat up on his knees, straddling her thighs. "It gives me more reasons to do this." She let out a squeal when suddenly she was flipped onto her stomach, with her hands still tied above her head. A hard slap came down on her bottom, over her panties.
She felt him slide off the bed and then felt his warm hands slip under the band of her panties. As he slowly slid them down her legs and off her, he said in a sultry, slightly playful tone, "So, back to the matter at hand." He paused and then whispered, "it would probably be best if you restrained from any more...deviant, Gryffindor like behaviors this evening." While she couldn't see his face, she could imagine the smirk on his face perfectly. She knew he was trying to goad her and it took every bit of her self control not to fall for his trap. She took calming breaths and closed her eyes.
She could feel his eyes on her. She still had her dress on, but it was bunched up around her waist, her bare bottom on display.
"I count two infractions, Pet. Number one, going to Rita Skeeter before you and I had a proper discussion about the issue." His hand slowly rubbed up her right calf, behind her knee to the top of her thigh. His hand paused and he was quiet. Hermione's mind was racing, anticipating a hard slap at any minute.
Instead, he said quietly. "You have a gorgeous ass, Pet." His soft, warm hands began rubbing her bottom. "My hands have been wanting to become intimately acquainted with it for many years now." He continued rubbing and then stopped, letting out a heavy sigh.
She heard him walk away from her and it sounded like he was opening a drawer. She tried to look behind her but couldn't see anything. She heard him chuckle. "Nervous, Pet? Hmmmm... That's unfortunate. But, you've only yourself to blame." In a no nonsense tone, no longer playful or teasing, he asked, "What's your safeword?"
"Red," she whispered, with a shaky voice, full of anticipation.
Suddenly, a loud slap accompanied by a sharp sting on her right butt cheek caused her to let out a short, sharp shriek in surprise.
Draco watched as her bottom developed a rosy shade of pink where the paddle had made contact on her pale, soft skin. It was beautiful. He ran his hand over the now pink skin and found it was nice and warm to the touch.
He moved his hand to her left butt cheek, where he began to massage her soft skin. He let out another sigh and said in a disappointed, yet slightly teasing tone, "Number two. Your behavior tonight...it was, while predictable, most disappointing.." Hermione let out another small shriek as a second slap of the paddle came down, this time on her left butt cheek. Once again his hand rubbed where the paddle had made contact. Both cheeks were now warm with a rosy, pink hue.
With a flick of his wand her wrists were released from their binds. "Climb off the bed, Pet. Take your dress off and place it on the chair." He turned back to his dresser and opened a drawer.
Hermione quickly slid off the bed and did as instructed. She was standing by the bed in only her bra when he turned back from the dresser to face her. Hermione swallowed as she took him in. He was still shirtless with faded jeans. He was leaning against the dresser and was simply watching her, his eyes raking up and down her body.
Barely above a whisper, he said, "take off your bra and toss it next to your dress." She watched him watch her as she followed his instruction. His eyes moving from her now exposed breasts, back up to her eyes. She shivered and crossed her arms in front of her, starting to feel self conscious all of a sudden.
Draco slowly shook his head. "Drop your arms. I want to see you." Hermione dropped her arms and dropped her gaze as well, unable to meet his gaze any longer. She noticed the wooden paddle in his right hand. His left hand was holding something but she couldn't quite see what it was...a muggle riding crop? He placed whatever it was in his back pocket and then took a step forward. "Come along, Pet." He reached his hand out to her. She looked from his hand to his face. His expression was one of expectation, not to be disobeyed. She stepped towards him and placed her hand in his. He gave her hand a small squeeze and led her into the dining room.
Hermione's jaw dropped. The table, which was the same table they had just eaten on, was cleared of all food items. On the table were several black, silk cords as well as what looked like leather wrist and ankle cuffs that had buckles. As they stepped closer to the table she could see that the cuffs were lined with what looked like sheepskin.
Her wide, brown eyes looked from the table to him. He was in full Dom mode...his expression serious, intense...his posture tall, his eyes focused on her. "I told you I was going to spank you on the table, Pet. I never say I'm going to do something and not follow through. That's something you might want to remember." He gestured towards the table. "Climb onto the table, lay on your stomach and place your arms out to your sides."
Hermione looked at the table and bit her lip, a slight hesitation in her compliance as her mind raced with images and visions of what her immediate future beheld.
"I'm waiting."
She swallowed and stepped towards the table. She noticed a small step bench had been placed beside the table and stepped on it to give herself the needed height to maneuver herself onto the table. She slowly lowered herself so that she was lying face down. She turned her head to her left so that she was facing him and rested her right cheek on the table. She spread her arms out and let out a small sigh. She could feel the pounding of her heart in her chest against the cool, mahogany, wooden table.
"Very good, Pet." He gave her a small smile. Hermione once again felt his warm hands on her skin. He lightly traced his fingers from her left buttock down her thigh, calf and ankle. He then picked up the first cuff and clasped it around her left ankle. He moved his fingers under the cuff to be sure it wasn't too tight. Then he walked to her right side and did the same thing, tracing his fingers down her leg, lightly...teasingly before placing the cuff over her ankle.
Ten minutes later, Draco slowly walked around the table, taking in the vision before him. Hermione's wrists and ankles were all cuffed with black silk cords tying the cuffs to the table. He waved his wand and whispered the transfiguration spell. The table slowly changed from a smooth, oval dining room table into a St. Andrews Cross. With another flick of his wand, the cross was upright and Hermione was no longer laying on it, but was tied to the now upright cross. Small padded pegs appeared under her feet. Draco kneeled behind her and helped to manipulate her feet onto the pegs. "These pegs will hold your weight so you don't strain your wrists and ankles," he reassured her.
He stepped back and took in the vision before him, her arms and legs spread, cuffed to the cross. He couldn't help the wide smile as it spread across his face. He had practiced this transfiguration many times and had imaginened a restrained, submissive, beautiful witch tied to it...at his mercy. He had only dreamed it would ever be Hermione Granger. He walked towards her and rubbed her shoulders, then moved his hands down her back to her small waist, to her lower back and to her buttocks. He said softly. "This a St. Andrews Cross, Princess." He started planting soft kisses on her right shoulder. He whispered, "I can't tell you how magnificiant you look tied to it." He began kissing her left shoulder. "I can't tell you how many times I've imagined you in this very spot. My imagination didn't give you justice. You are...exquisite." He inhaled deeply and took a step back.
"You will safe word if it becomes to much. Tell me your safe word."
"Red," Hermione barely whispered.
"Tell me why you are being punished."
Hermione tried to gather her thoughts to get the words out. "Because, because I spoke with Rita Skeeter before giving you a chance to explain your side of events and because I disobeyed...if not your words, your intention."
Draco chuckled. He could tell she was terrified, but he could also tell she was beyond aroused. Her skin was flushed and warm and her breathing quick. He took a step towards her and whispered. "I'm going to spank you now, Miss Granger." Just to be sure, he rubbed her bottom and slowly moved his hands between her legs where he found she was more than aroused.
Hermione was intoxicated with arousal. Her hands and ankles were fastened securely to the cross, but the cuffs were very soft and comfortable. Her feet were supporting her weight on the cushioned pegs and she didn't feel any strain to her back or legs. The only discomfort she felt was not knowing what would happen next. She had never imagined she would be in this particular setting, not with Theo and certainly not with Draco Malfoy. Yet, she couldn't deny the thrill of adrenaline, arousal and anticipation that was coursing through her. Her body was flush against the cross and with her head turned she could barely make Draco out behind her using her peripheral vision.
She saw a blur of movement and then felt the slap of the paddle against her bottom. She let out a grunt as a second slap hit next to where the first one had landed. He continued to spank her and paused after the sixth hit. He stepped close behind her and as he rubbed her, now tender skin, he whispered, "this is what happens when you misbehave, Pet. I get the joy of spanking your delectable bottom." He pulled her hair aside and kissed her neck. "Those were warm up. Now come the real spankings."
Hermione's breath hitched at his words. In an instant he had stepped back and she felt a sharp sting to her left buttock, followed immediately by one on her right. It hurt, there was no denying it. All the other spankings...his hand, his belt and his paddle had been nothing compared to this. Yet, she had no desire to safe word. She could feel her arousal continuing to build the more he spanked her. The stinging slaps continued to rain down on her. They landed on her buttocks and the junctions of her thighs and her buttocks, but never in the exact same spot. She never imagined this could be so arousing. How could pain feel so good? Theo had spanked her, but usually only with his hand and never hard. This was different. She felt adventurous, she felt naughty and she felt more alive than she had in years.
Draco couldn't take it any more. He had spanked her six times with the paddle and then eight times with the crop. She didn't cry and she didn't safe word. He was so aroused. He dropped the crop and fell to his knees behind her. He kissed the red, hot skin of her bottom. He spread her open and pressed his face into her, breathing in her arousal. He ran his tongue along her folds and she shuddered and moaned. He unbuckled the cuffs on her feet and then stood, reaching above him to unbuckle first her right wrist and then her left. He pressed against her and she collapsed back into him. He held her to him, supporting her weight as she stepped back off the pegs of the cross. He grabbed his wand out of his pocket and waved it, the cross immediately transfiguring into the oval dining room table of earlier. He pulled her back several feet as the table came to a horizontal position again, looking like an ordinary dining room table, except for the cuffs and black cord which were still attached to its legs.
"Bend over the table...now." He demanded. His voice full of urgency.
Hermione quickly stepped towards the table and leaned over it. He was on her instantly. He grabbed the back of her head, forcing it down and her upper body flush against the table. She heard the sound of a zipper as he pushed her feet further apart. She moaned as he slid into her.
As soon as he was in her, he froze and let out a breath. Then he slowly started to move in and out of her. As he felt his control returning he began to pump her harder and faster. He could feel her walls tightening and knew she was about to come. "Come for me, Pet," he grunted as he continued to pound in and out of her.
His words were her undoing. As her walls clamped down on him with the waves of her orgasm, his own climax followed. He collapsed onto her back, drawing in large mouthfuls of air as the world around him came back into focus.
Hermione felt her breathing slowly come back to normal as Draco slowly stood and eased himself out of her.
"Can you stand?" He asked her, in a soft, nurturing tone.
She slowly pushed herself up and stood next to him. She was surprised to see his jeans were still on him.
'Can you walk?" He asked, with the same soft, concerned tone.
She nodded, not quite able to find her voice. He smiled at her, a genuine, soft smile and reached his hand out to her. She took it without hesitation. He led her back to the master bathroom off his bedroom. He turned the light on and turned her so that she was facing away from him. He stepped back and looked at her bottom. She had eight distinguishable red marks on her buttocks and the tops of her thighs. He would have to clear that up before he took her home.
He waved his wand at the tub and it rapidly filled with steaming water. "I'm going to place a cooling charm over your bottom so the hot water doesn't hurt your tender skin." Hermione's bottom suddenly felt tingly. "Step into the tub, Pet. I'm going to wash you."
Before she could stop herself, the words came out of her mouth. "Draco, I'm perfectly capa.."
He cut her off, his tone once again demanding, controlling and not to be argued with. "Granger, are you seriously going to disobey me? What were the two simple rules I told you were to be followed at all times when we are alone. Answer me."
Hermione stared at him as her mind thought back to earlier. "Umm, to not speak unless given permission to speak and to do as you say."
Draco sighed and said quietly, his tone softer. "We don't have time for another spanking and frankly I don't think your bottom could take it, but if you disobey me again tonight, I will punish you, Pet." He watched her for a minute. "Do you understand?"
She nodded.
"Not good enough. Answer me properly."
She looked him in the eyes. "Yes, sir."
He smirked. "Much better." He then leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth. "You are mine, Pet. That means you are mine to use, but you are also mine to take care of and I plan to take very good care of you."
He gestured towards the tub. Hermione stepped into the huge tub and slowly lowered herself. The tub was easily big enough for four people. She was expecting her bottom to hurt as she slid into the hot water, but Draco's cooling charm did the trick and her bottom didn't hurt. She leaned back in the huge tub and looked up at him. He stared into her eyes as he slipped off his jeans. He stepped into the tub opposite her and slid down into the water. They simply stared at each other for a few minutes.
Suddenly a thought, followed by a wonderful visual came into his mind. He gave her a teasing smile and whispered seductively. "Since you were so eager to point out that you are capable of washing yourself, I think I'll watch you do just that."
Hermione gave him a slightly confused look. He handed her a clean washcloth and a bar of verbena soap. He spoke softly, but commandingly." Lather up the washcloth, Pet."
Hermione suddenly understood where this was going and sighed heavily. She did as he instructed and before she started to wash herself, cocked her eye at him, basically acknowledging that she knew this was going to be her hands doing his bidding.
He grinned, mischievously. "Good girl. You can start by washing your neck, slowly."
Hermione took the washcloth and began to slowly wash her neck. Her eyes never left his as she massaged her neck with the soapy cloth. His eyes, however, darted back and forth between her own and the cloth that was on her skin. He watched as the sudsy water dripped onto the skin of neck, running down her decollate and down her cleavage. He swallowed as a few suds slowly ran down the swell of her breasts.
In a shaky voice he said. "Continue washing down your chest, Pet. I want to see you wash your tits with particular care." He was grinning widely at her now and she rolled her eyes. It was all she could manage not to splash him for being such an adolescent. But, she couldn't deny that this was kind off hot. She gave him a small, flirtatious smile in return and lathered up the washcloth once again. She slowly ran the cloth from her neck and washed her upper chest slowly, teasingly...drawing it out so as not to get to where he wanted her hands to be.
Slowly she moved the washcloth down her body. She lathered up the washcloth once again and methodically, teasingly massaged her breasts with the cloth. She could see how aroused he was becoming watching her. His eyes darkened as his pupils dilated and his breathing became faster. She loved that she could get this response out of him. She rubbed each breast slowly as she continued to look him in the eyes. However, his eyes were not on hers at this moment.
Suddenly his eyes jumped up to meet hers. He whispered, "Sit on the edge of the tub, continuing to face me and wash your stomach, Pet."
Hermione quickly did as he asked. She used her arms to lift herself up and sat, facing him, her feet and calves, the only parts of her still in the water. She leaned forward and dipped the cloth into the water and then lathered it up with soap before washing under her breasts and down to her belly. She watched as his eyes followed the dripping water as it trailed down between her legs.
His mouth fell open slightly and his eyes went back and forth between her eyes and her thighs. She followed his wordless command and spread her legs wide as she began to wash the sudsy cloth over her core. She watched his adam apple bob up and down as he swallowed and then saw his right hand begin to stroke himself as she continued to massage herself.
His voice came out shaky as he commanded, "drop the cloth and wash yourself with your hands." Hermione was loving how turned on this was making him and was not about to deny how aroused she was becoming as well. She dropped the cloth and began rubbing both her hands over herself. She was becoming more and more aroused and began to focus her attentions where it felt best. Suddenly he shot forward in the tub and pushed her hands out of the way as he buried his face into her. She collapsed back on her elbows as he feasted on her. He ran his tongue up and down her and took her sensitive nub in his mouth and sucked and flicked with his tongue. Hermione let out a loud moan as her orgasm came hard and fast.
Draco lifted himself onto his knees. He grabbed her legs, spreading them further and pulled her closer. He was in her quickly, moving fast...in and out. She remained on her elbows and threw her head back. He felt so good...filling her, claiming her. Just as her elbows were starting to hurt he let out a loud moan as he came.
After a minute he slid away from her and stood up. He reached his hand out to her and she took it. He walked towards the shower and turned it on. Within seconds the streaming water was hot. "Let's rinse you off."
Twenty minutes later, Hermione was laying on her stomach on his bed. He was rubbing lotion onto her bottom. He had charmed her skin to make the red marks not show, but the charm did nothing for the tenderness. The combination of the hot bath, cooling charm and now him rubbing lotion on her bottom was making her very sleepy.
He stood up. "Come along, Pet. Let's get you dressed and home. It's almost ten."
Hermione sighed as she stood and started to dress. She looked at him expectantly and he gave her a questioning look.
She rolled her eyes, and smirked. "Permission to speak, sir", she said batting her eyelashes in an over exaggerated way.
He rolled his eyes back at her. "Yes, yes.. by all means...speak, Granger."
"I may be your submissive but that doesn't mean you can stop me from doing my job. It's not going to stop me from helping Moxie...even if that means coming after Malfoy Enterprises. I also need to be able to meet with you privately to discuss her case and I will not be following your rules when those meetings happen. Just because we're alone won't necessarily mean I'm your submissive in that instance."
He studied her, clearly thinking about what she was saying. "Fine...when we are meeting for the purpose of your client ...or other strictly professional reasons, I will not expect you to behave as my submissive. However, it doesn't necessarily mean we can't combine the two. Let's see how it goes, what comes natural."
Hermione shook her head. "Fine, but I'm warning you, if try to cross that line and try to manipulate me and my handling of Moxie's case, you will be sorely disappointed. This dominant/submissive agreement we have with each other, will not have any influence over my professional world, Malfoy."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine, I get it, I get it. I never thought it would." Hermione started to slip on her sandals. He added, barely loud enough for her to hear, "but, I can dare to hope."
She stood up, shaking her head at him, giving him a stern look in warning.
He smiled, flirtatiously. "Easy, my beautiful cub. I get it...no mixing up work with pleasure." He pulled her to him and kissed her. "So, tomorrow. 2pm sharp. Be at my office and don't be late."
She looked up at him. "I need to discuss Moxie's case with you. So, I will be there at two, but not as your submissive."
Draco didn't like that plan. "I tell you what, have a business lunch with me at 1pm to discuss Moxie and then be in my office at 2pm for...other activities."
Hermione considered his proposal. "Fine. Business first and then...pleasure." She gave him a small smile.
Draco apparated with her to the hallway outside her flat. "I'll see you tomorrow." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and apparated away.
Hermione turned to her door, guilt overcoming her suddenly. She had no idea if Theo would be home yet or not. Her excuse for being out so late ready to go, she opened her door and walked inside. The apartment was dark. She made her way back to the bedroom and found their bed was still made and there was no sleeping Theo. So, he was still out. She breathed a sigh of relief as she changed into her nightgown.
She climbed into bed and looked at the clock. It was 10:30 pm. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of crosses and horses and summer fields of verbena.
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