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Play a Sort of Game	By : Milady_Bellatrix_Black Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Play a Sort of Game
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            She gasped. A silken cloth wound its way around her head, covering her eyes in complete darkness. Only seconds before had a hand flashed out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the inky black room. Moments later the crackle and hiss of a match being ignited and the smell of sulfur hung near her nose. Hermione felt hands at her crisp white blouse, fingering the plastic circles, sliding them from their button holes.
            "No." She raised her arms to stop the assault, but strong hands pushed hers away.
            "We are going to play a sort of game." A thick and husky whisper danced around the delicate shell of her ear and caused goose bumps to freckle across her arms and the back of her neck. The sudden flow of cold damp air announced the release of the last button and her shirt gaped now, exposing her torso. A glowing crimson blush flushed her cheeks and down her neck. The heat was uncomfortable and painful and she knew it made her freckles pop from the tanned skin of her face. She heard a stifled moan and a sharp intake of breath, and then the same fingers slid the shirt from her shoulders carefully not caressing her skin. A sudden snap...the little plastic clasp holding the front of her bra together fell loose as did the soft mounds of flesh it contained. She could feel them, swaying heavy, begging to be touched. They were denied and left to unfelt torture.
            "But..."
            Now the fingers were at the zip of her skirt, the popping sound of the teeth slowly relinquishing their tight hold on each other made her sharply aware of every inch of her skin. A soft breath puffed across her hip, the plaid school skirt, tights, and the lacy black pants underneath slid, unhesitatingly, down her pert bottom and rounded thighs.
            "Brace."
            Her arms went immediately behind her, feeling for stability, finding a smoothly worn table close behind her thighs. She edged back to it, easing her bottom up and on the ledge of the desk, her legs just leaving the floor. Hands grasped her left ankle and she lifted her calf slightly, her mary jane sliding off with her tights. Then the other. There was a light thud as they hit the floor. She heard him settle in a leather chair in front of her...felt his penetrating stare at her full exposure.
            "First," his voice was tight with longing, slightly sharp and demanding, "you taste. If you are right...then I do."
            A gentle fingertip slid slowly down between her aching breasts causing shudders through her body. Seconds later a gentle tug on her school tie sent her forward.
            "Taste."
            Her tongue flashed out and hit warm skin, the light slope of neck merging with shoulder. She closed her lips over sweetness and sucked, eliciting a moan, soft and guttural.
            "Well?"
            "J...jam? Strawberry?" Her voiced cracked, concern that she was wrong and for what would happen if she was.
            "Good girl," the voice was strained but breathy near her ear as a hand tucked an errant strand of hair behind it. She licked her lips wishing he would take off the blindfold, it was driving her mad.
            "My turn."
            A quick finger swipe and then a brush of hair across her knee culminated with the pleasurable movement of lips caressing a particularly ticklish spot. When she choked back a giggle, his teeth scraped her skin and his tongue soothed the place a moment later. She wanted it to never stop.
            "Oh!" A soft gasp escaped her lips causing the mouth at her knee to chuckle and disappear. There was the tug again, insistent this time, and she leant forward to feel the soft skin just under the ear pulsing beneath her lips. This time her mouth latched onto the neck before her almost angrily and he gasped, moaning yet again under her ministrations. She laved his salty sweet skin with her eager tongue, relishing in the knowledge of the taste. He tasted like magic, little jolts of electricity zapping her tongue with each pass. She knew she was having the same influence on him, his skin flooded with light bumps, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end.
            "Tell me."
            She sucked his earlobe into her mouth briefly before whispering, "Honey."
            "Yes, Darling?" He chuckled and she jumped at the cool stream hitting her from knee to that sensitive juncture where hip met thigh. She then tensed at the light flick of his tongue, eagerness pooling in her abdomen. He lapped forcefully, fingers dancing up the inside of her leg, gliding his mouth across her smooth skin. She lifted her shaking hand and caressed his soft short hair, wincing as he bit gently down. Her hiss seemed to please him. He bit again and pulled slowly away. She whined, the loss of the warmth causing near physical pain.
            "And?" He tugged again on the fabric around her neck and she lunged to meet lips this time, slathered, covered in...
            "...oooh, chocolate." She groaned at her favorite treat and ravaged his lips with her tongue, moaning as he responded in kind, opening his mouth and pressing, sealing their lips together. "Oh, God!"
            "If that's what you choose to call me," his laugh reverberated through her, ringing in her skull.
            "Oh, do shut up." She flicked the roof of his mouth with her pointed tongue.
            There was a sharp spank to her inner thigh, touching dangerously close to her dripping pussy. "Mind your manners, Miss, or I leave."
            She whimpered and quickly recaptured his lips with hers, murmuring "Understood," against his mouth. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, dueling tongue to tongue, first one dominating then the other. His. Hers. His again, and again. Again. He pulled her tongue into his own mouth and fed on its soft sensuousness.
            With a pop, he pulled away, "One more."
            She bent and opened her mouth only to capture his finger, sucking slowly on its length.
            "Tha....t's uh...me."
            She tasted her own essence, coating his finger and as much as she was familiar with the flavor, she much preferred tasting herself on his lips after he made her cum, shrieking and clawing at his back.
            "So smart. And now...for my turn." He dove in and attacked her core with his mouth. Yes! This is what she wanted, needed, desperately. His hands grasped her hips, slamming her pussy against his demanding tongue, forcing her legs as far apart as they could go. She reached to take off the cloth binding her eyes, but started when he pulled away and barked, "Don't! It stays until you cum. Only then can you remove it. Cum for me and you may see me."
            He knew it. He knew how much she craved seeing him fuck her with his mouth. He was torturing her and he loved it.
            "But..."
            "You heard me. Take it off and I leave you like this." He kissed his way up to her ear, "So you'd better listen and behave or you won't get to cum at all."
            "Empty threat," she growled behind clenched teeth, willing him with all her being to continue. "You want to fuck me, you wouldn't leave."
            Silently, he stood and she heard the chair scoot back. Moments passed in silence until finally he murmured, "Fine. Have it your way." His shoes traced a muffled pattern to the door.
            "No! Wait! Please wait." The calm tone of her voice deceived not even her. Her desperation was blatant. Her need. Her desire. He couldn't just....leave.
            "Yesssssss?" The word drawled off his tongue elegantly, yet full of annoyance. She knew the look that crossed his features at this moment. He was glaring down at her, his lips a thin line of irritation. Of disappointment.
            "I'll....I'll stop. I'm sorry." She dropped her head, ashamed. She didn't listen. Those were the rules. The number one rule. Chin quivering on chest, she sighed softly and pressed her knees together. She didn't listen. She waited for the door to open and shut, she would wait obediently until it did and then she would dress. And leave. And...cry. This had never happened before... then again, she had never talked back. Her emotion betrayed her and she sniffed lightly.
            The voice that responded was now placid, almost tender, "I'm still here, Granger. And you're right." Footsteps approached and firm hands coaxed her knees apart to place a warm body between them. Delicate, cool fingers raised her chin and he nuzzled her cheek with his own, allowing her to feel his presence so close, comforting her. He then grabbed her chin and roughly pulled her head to the side, nipping her neck, forming what she knew would be a healthy sized love bite tomorrow. "You're right. I do want to fuck you...and since you're sorry...allow me to make you scream."
            To her surprise and pleasure, he dropped back between her legs to suckle on her clitoris. "Merlin! Yes! I'm sorr!. I'll never never ever, oh lords! Right...mmmm! Never do it again! Ev... Oh, please, yes!"
            He flicked his tongue, snake like, up and down like lightning. Her hips snapped hard, spanking the wooden surface of the desk every time he hit her sweet spot. He knew how she loved it. His pointed tongue worked her until her hips rose high off the table then he softened it and rolled circles around her clit until finally he sucked it fully between his lips, pulling gently. It sent her plummeting over the edge, her fingers clenched firmly in his perfectly styled hair.
            "Draco!" she wailed sharply, inhaling to stifle her need to scream.
            "Take. It. Off." The command went straight to her clit, an electric jolt sending a second orgasm ripping through her. She gasped and wrenched the blindfold off to find him sitting in the soft leather chair, bright silver eyes glowing in the candle light, glaring directly into her own with a smirk playing on his face. "Now come here and fuck me."
            His trousers vanished, revealing his thick cock oozing with glistening precum. It stood at full attention, beckoning her to slide down to the hilt. She leapt off the table and crawled onto his lap, her hot quim hovering over his heavy knob. This was his favorite part. He grasped his length and rubbed it between her lips, spreading the lubrication down his rod before shifting his hips up violently and impaling her on his length. He relished in her drawn out hiss of mixed pain and mind bending pleasure. Draco waited for her to start the movement, waiting for her to adjust to the intrusion of her womb. After a moment she clenched his shoulders and rocked forward experimentally. A full grin split her face and she moved again planting her feet solidly on the floor and using his shoulders as leverage to grind down, sealing herself to him.
            "Oh Gods, yeah, Granger! That's right, beautiful girl, fuck my cock. Fuck me hard, gorgeous! You are so tight! Can you move harder? I want to feel your pussy bathe my cock. I want you to cum all over my dick." He grabbed her hips roughly and jerked her quickly over his hard length. Their first times never lasted long. Her sheath felt like it came directly from heaven. Nothing had ever been this tight, this hot, this perfect. But he would have her again tonight, and hopefully not just once. She would cum though. Pixies and pestilence be damned, she would douse his cock in her juices before his release. He knew what she wanted before she would cum for him. Draco lifted her in his arms, standing to his full 6'5" height, splayed her across the desk and pinned her down with his full weight. Glaring lustfully at her full breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts, Draco lavished them with attention, first the left and the right. With his left hand, he held her down by the clavicle and with his right he caressed her lovely flesh.
            Feeling near breaking point, he pistoned his hips into hers while bending to latch his teeth onto her neck, biting down hard enough to make her squeal, but not to break skin. And squeal she did, a true banshee shriek that preceded the gush of fluids that marked the start of her orgasm. Feeling her walls spasm brutally around his cock and the following flow of her cum caused his balls to tighten and respond to the favor with a grunt. He unfastened his teeth from her skin and moved to press his hot sweaty face against hers. A steady drip of their fluids leaked from her, coating them both. He pulled back and looked down at her gentle, exhausted but beaming grin. Draco returned the full genuine smile and then peppered kisses over her face, pausing to press a deep, heartfelt one on her plump lips.
            "Hermione?"
            "Hmmmm?"
            "Maybe you should misbehave more often."
            She giggled heartily and ran her fingertips through his soft platinum hair, "Give me an hour and I'll misbehave all you want."
            Challenge accepted.
            "Hey, beautiful," He shifted his still semi-hard cock inside her and felt it twitch back to life, "Shall we play a sort of game?"
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