'Yes Chef!'

‘How long on the beef?’ came the sharp voice,

‘2 minutes chef!’ yelled one voice,

‘1 minute on the scallops chef!’ came another,

‘Where’s the fucking Ube tart?’ came the sharp voice again, Hermione looked up in a panic, catching a glimpse of the white blond hair bobbing angrily, she was on the Ube tart, ever so carefully trying to coax it out of its metal case and the fucker wasn’t coming without a fight,

‘1 minute chef,’ she called out feebly, knowing full well he would pounce on the weakness like a vulture,

‘It’s a fucking tart how hard can it be, onto the pass NOW!’ he roared.  She winced at the volume but had managed to free it in mostly one piece onto a plate.  Hermione saw a crack in the delicate pastry and wanted to cry, she quickly added the micro-greens and took it to the pass hands shaking. Setting the plate down she grabbed what she thought was the mango Tajin sauce, drizzling it over the top of the tart in a large zig-zag, but realised in horror it was the wrong sauce and she had just dosed it with the mango vinaigrette.

‘Finally!’ shouted Draco about to take the plate from her and check it, his eyebrows knitted together and colour flew up his face, as he checked the plate, ‘Have you oh so carefully drizzled this Ube tart, a masterpiece in the delicate balance between sweet and savoury flavours, with the FUCKING VINAGRETTE?’ he boomed, Hermione jumped out of her skin,

‘Yes chef, sorry chef,’ she whimpered, taking shallow pants, never show him weakness, she told herself,

‘Martin?’ he shouted,

‘Yes Chef?’

‘Another salmon starter,’

‘Yes chef,’ replied Martin, smirking towards Hermione,

‘And you, another Ube tart, and don’t FUCK.IT.UP!’ he towered over her, Hermione straightened her back and dared herself to meet his gaze, his cold grey eyes laser focused on her,

‘Yes chef,’ she told him, more confidently than she felt, her legs felt like jelly as she walked back to her station and took another tart from the fridge.  Her heart was pounding, the humiliation, the shouting, the way he focused on her with those smouldering eyes when she was in trouble, fuck she was horny.

This time the tart came more willingly and she presented it perfectly on the plate, with exactly the right amount of micro-greens, she made it to the pass in one piece and even got the sauce right,

‘How long on the tart?’ came his harsh tones,

‘Ready chef,’ she called out, she saw him startle ever so slightly, out the corner of her eye, and couldn’t help smirking,

‘Better, but how about you get it right first time?’ he growled, rewarding her with the barest whisper of a lip rise on one side,

‘Yes chef, thank you chef,’ Hermione told him, and headed back to her station to prepare the next dish,

‘Yes chef, thank you chef, suck up!’ said Martin, sore at having so quickly lost his crown, as he passed her with the salmon,

‘Go fuck yourself Martin,’ she told him in a level voice, not even bothering to look up at him,

Draco spent the remainder of the service scowling at Hermione whenever he had the chance,

‘Final call, 1 ube, 1 vegan, 1 beef,’ called Draco out to the exhausted kitchen, murmurs of ‘Yes chef,’ came back a bleak reply,

‘I said,’ his voice dangerous, ‘1 ube, 1 vegan, 1 beef!’ his voice rose in intensity with each word,

‘Yes chef!’ they all cried in unison, Martin slumped his shoulders and rolled his eyes as soon as Draco turned his back,

‘I’m knackered,’ he said to no-one in particular,

‘He’s really been busting our balls this evening, maybe if someone hadn’t fucked up that stupid tart?’ agreed Sandy another sous chef in the kitchen, as she made a face at Hermione,

‘Maybe I'll fuck up your face Sandy?’ replied Hermione smiling sweetly at her, the colour drained from Sandy’s face,

‘The hell did you just say?’ she replied, her face reddening,

‘Are you deaf as well?’ goaded Hermione, she was getting irritated now, it had been a long shift.  Draco was just as snappy and angry as he was every other shift, and she wasn’t going to take the blame for it, Sandy squared up to Hermione then, she was barely an inch taller than her, but Hermione wouldn’t stand down and grinned at her,

‘You must be mental talking to me like that!’ said Sandy screwing her face up angrily, Hermione always felt she resembled a bulldog so much when she did that and had to suppress a giggle,

‘Problem?’ came Draco’s booming voice behind Sandy, Sandy closed her eyes and sighed loudly,

‘No chef,’ she gritted out, throwing Hermione one last dirty look before trying to stalk away,

‘Good, I'm the only one allowed to bully you useless bunch of arseholes, you would do well to remember that!’ he snapped, Sandy had the decency to stare at her feet and scuttled off, ‘Don’t go thinking I care Granger, I just won’t have anyone stealing my thunder,’ he told Hermione, before turning on his heel and heading to his office, Hermione shivered all over, and had to lean on the counter. 

‘Bye Hermione, Sandy, Martin,’ said Lucus the pot washer as he headed out, Hermione was busy scrubbing the hobs, punishment for the tart, Sandy and Martin both done with their cleaning, grabbed their coats, and followed Lucus barely paying Hermione any attention. She liked it when it was empty, just her left to the quiet hum of the kitchen, and to her filthy thoughts.  She scrubbed the last few smudges and bits of dried on food off the edge of the oven, Draco’s words from the day passing through her mind. Thinking about what it would be like to have him throw her over one of the prep tables, his commanding voice telling her exactly what he was going to do to her, and how much she would enjoy it. She hadn’t realised she had closed her eyes, the tang of blood as she bit her lip too hard brought her back round,

‘Merlin get a grip Hermione,’ she told herself, but her aching clit and the growing wetness in her knickers wouldn’t let her.  She checked the kitchen, everyone had gone home, the place was deserted, often the last one to lock up.  She washed her hands, and made her way to the walk–in fridge checking once again that the kitchen was empty, opened the door and walked in.  The chill of the air cooled the sweat that misted her face, and she tugged at the buttons on her chef’s whites to pull it open, her nipples pebbling instantly through the thin fabric of the vest she wore underneath.  Hermione tweaked one with her hand, gripping her breast firmly and moaned. Her hand slid down the front of her trousers, this wasn’t the first time she had got herself off in the walk-in fridge, it was such a thrill, the cool air, the chance of being caught only turning her on more.  Her fingers found her clit, knickers soaking, and she groaned deeply as she started circling her clit just the way she liked.  She thought about Draco, about how much she wanted to rip his whites off, and find out what lay underneath.  She licked her lips against the dry air as she remembered the day when the kitchen had got so hot he had undone a top button, letting the collar fold down exposing just a hint of collarbone. She leant against the metal racking, closing her eyes as she sped her pace slightly, slipping a finger inside herself,

‘You’d better be thinking about me,’ came his deep tones, Hermione’s eyes shot open, quickly removing her hand from her trousers, she fumbled to cover herself up, pulling her chef whites around her,

‘Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, sorry, I'm going, I wasn’t I, I, shit, fuck, I guess I'm fired?’ she said, digging her hands into her hair in frustration,

‘Is that what I said?’ he replied, leaning against the door frame his hands in his pockets surveying the very flustered witch in front of him,

‘No, but, but, what?’ she replied confused, she met his gaze as he stood tall and closed the gap between them,

‘I said,’ he started slowly, a tone she had never heard before, ‘You had better be thinking about me,’ he towered over, all six foot three of him, pale blonde hair loosely framing his face, grey eyes surprisingly warm, a small smile played on his face,

‘Er, er, erm,’ Hermione swallowed thickly, had she fallen over, hit her head on the racking and passed out? ‘Maybe?’ she mumbled,

‘Were you thinking about me as you touched yourself?’ he asked more firmly this time, all of his focus on her, melting under his gaze, she took a few steadying breaths,

‘Yes chef?’ she offered,

‘Good girl,’ he purred in return, he took her hands from her whites, allowing the jacket to fall open, her nipples prominent through the thin cotton, he gave her a sly smile as his hand moved up her side, smooth as silk until it reached her breast, Hermione struggled to still her breathing, as he squeezed her gently, tweaking a nipple, unable to stop the moan that escaped her lips, he pushed the whites off her shoulders and they fell to the floor.  His other arm snaked around her waist pulling her to him, just as she thought he was going to kiss her he dipped his head to her neck and began planting kisses. He nipped at her pulse point, her head lolling, he moved his hand up into her hair, pulling loose the tie that held her curls, letting them spring free,

‘Much better,’ he murmured into her neck, Hermione was lost to her senses,

She reached for him now, her hands sliding up his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath the crisp shirt he had changed into, her hand ran down the front of his chest, distracted by him sucking on an earlobe her hand slid further down than she meant to, landing on his cock, her eyes flew open at the size of him, rigid beneath the thick cotton. He chuckled lightly, as she met his gaze biting her lip as she slid her palm up and down his length,

‘No,’ he told her pulling her hand away, and for a brief moment her expression dropped, ‘Too bloody cold, I’m taking you back to my place where I can fuck you properly,’ purred Draco, caressing her cheek, ‘Would you like me to fuck you Hermione?’ he asked her, she nodded, eyes wide, ‘Good,’

Draco cheated using a flick of his wand to close up the restaurant,

‘Wait, we're not going to the manor are we?’ Hermione asked him, nervously, he knew without asking that house held too many bad memories,

‘Fuck no, sold that place years ago, I live somewhere much nicer, its warm and no ones been tortured on my dining table,’ he smiled at her, ‘Unless they’ve wanted to be of course,’ he added, Hermione had heard rumours, a few waiting staff had come and gone with tales of Draco’s preferences in the bedroom, she had wondered how much of it was true,

Draco apparated them to his townhouse in Kensington, a plush four storey, decorated in greens and silver, not the dark tones of Slytherin, but lighter, brighter warm greens.

‘Wow, this place is stunning!’ gasped Hermione, taking in the sconces, original wood floors, plush velvets and silver accents,

‘Should be, it cost enough,’ remarked Draco with a chuckle, ‘Would you like something to drink? Wine okay?’ he asked her, leading her through to a vast open plan kitchen.  Beyond the kitchen were wall to wall glass doors, and a garden hidden in the darkness,

‘Yes, please,’ she replied, her heart pounding, she realised she was still in her chef’s whites, and felt underdressed, Draco handed her a glass of white wine,

‘Come sit,’ he ushered her to a cream sofa, Hermione sat herself down, sinking into the deep feather cushions, Draco leaned over and kissed her, gentle but firm, but her reaction was instant pulling into him, finally making her fantasy a reality, her body lit up, core burning, his tongue probed hers as his hands snaked up under her vest caressing her breasts. Pulling her onto his lap, she could feel his cock straining at the fabric beneath her, he broke the kiss, Hermione tried not to pout, he handed her the glass of wine and she tried not to down it in one, the slightly acidic liquid deliciously cold,

‘Now, I’m sure you may have heard some rumours about me, and they are probably all true,’ he cocked an eyebrow, ‘You have a choice tonight Granger, we can go and have uncomplicated sex, and I have no doubt it will be fucking fantastic,’ he emphasises by grinding himself into her, eliciting a moan, ‘Or, I have a hunch if you’ll indulge me?’

‘Go on?’ she asks, fluttering her eyelashes at him,

‘I’ve been watching you, and I think it gets you off when I shout at you, talk down to you, boss you around?’ he says,

‘Maybe,’ she replied staring at the ceiling, ‘Maybe I messed up the tart on purpose as you hadn’t berated me all week,’ she replied sucking in her bottom lip,

‘You little minx, I fucking knew it,’ he pulled her roughly into him and she squealed,

‘So, what’s my other choice then?’ she licked her top lip,

‘Your other choice is I show you how I take charge in the bedroom, are you familiar with BDSM at all?’ he asks her,

‘Not really, isn’t it whips and things?’ she asked, blushing, her sexual experiences limited to a couple of go's with Ron and a fumble on a drunken night out with Cormac Maclaggen,

‘It can be, it can be lots of other things as well, Bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism.  I personally err towards the discipline, I’m an experienced Dom, I would dominate you, order you around, and you would do whatever I tell you to do as my subordinate,’

‘What sort of things would I have to do?’ she asked him, tilting her head to one side,

‘I might tell you to take your clothes off, you could be spanked, I could make you crawl everywhere to me, suck me off?’

‘And if I didn’t want to do something?’ she asked,

‘Then you have a safe word, as soon as you say it we stop, so you’re totally in control, despite not being in control,’ said Draco, reassuring her as he stroked her arms, ‘Would you like to try it? I’m very good at it,’ he adds running his tongue over his teeth, Hermione thinks for a moment, she looks Draco up and down, his white shirt undone at the top revealing just a peek of chest, the sleeves rolled up show off his muscular arms,

‘Yes please,’ replied Hermione nodding enthusiastically, Draco lifts her off him with ease and leads her upstairs. Hermione buzzed with anticipation, reaching the top floor of the house Draco unlocks a door with a wave of his hand. Before she has a chance to look around, his lips are on hers and she’s drawn back into that muzzy feeling of desire coursing through her veins, he pecks kisses up her neck, nibbling at her earlobe, Hermione pants softly.

‘Gods I’ve been wanting to make you mine for so long,’ he told her as he brought her round and kissed her again,

‘So why didn’t you?’ she murmurs,

‘You’re a good chef, we work together, it would be complicated,’ he told her,

‘And now?’ she asked him.

‘Currently I don’t give a single fuck,’ he brings her to face him, making eye contact, ‘Do you have a safe word you prefer?’ he asked, Hermione shook her head, ‘Okay, banana is the safe word okay?’ she smirks a little but then nods, ‘I need to hear the words Hermione,’ his voice serious, just like at work and Hermione feels herself getting wetter,

‘The safe word is banana,’ she repeats, chewing on her lip,

‘Good, and if your mouth is busy, you tap my thigh or arm three times,’ he tells her,

‘If my mouth is busy? Oh, right of course, I tap your thigh, or arm three times,’ she repeats, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and anticipation,

‘Excellent, is there anything you aren’t happy doing, I’m just going to stick to the basics tonight, but blow jobs, vaginal sex, toys?’

‘I’m not sure how I feel about anal I don’t think that’s something I would like?’ she mumbled,

‘Excellent, thank you for telling me,’ he looks at her so earnestly, those grey silver eyes laser focused on her, ‘At any point if you don’t feel safe, or something is hurting you or you just aren’t happy, you must, must use the safe word or sign, okay?’ said Draco, stroking her hands, turning them over in his and kissing them,

‘Yes, I will,’ she replies,  

‘Good, are you happy to proceed?’

‘Yes,’ she replies, quickly before she can back out,

‘Yes what?’ he commands,

‘Yes chef!’ barks Hermione, Draco grins in approval,

‘We’re going to have some fun, now come here,’ he leads her to a sofa at the edge of the room, Hermione tries to take in the vast number of gadgets and furniture wondering if she would find out tonight, what half of it could be for, Draco settles himself onto the sofa, ‘Ready?’ he asked Hermione,

‘Yes chef!’ she replies first time, his expression darkened as he settled himself on the sofa, spreading his legs,

‘Strip,’ he relaxes back, Hermione looks confused for a moment, ‘I said strip, NOW!’ his tone firm, Hermione fumbles with the buttons on the whites but manages and pushes them off to the floor, she kicks off the ugly kitchen crocs and removes her socks, then pulls the vest over her head, leaving her in just her simple black underwear, ‘And the rest, I won’t tell you again,’ he commands, Hermione reaches round to undo her bra releasing her ample breasts and then slowly peels off her knickers,

‘Mmm, just gorgeous, come here,’ said Draco, she steps forward and he pulls her onto his lap, stroking her breasts, her nipples hardened under his touch and she couldn't help but moan, ‘You’ve misbehaved twice today, do you know what that means?’ he asked her, Hermione shook her head, ‘You must be punished, stand up,’

Hermione does as she is told and stands, Draco bends her over with her arse facing him, and he licks his lips at the sight of her pert buttocks, ‘Such a feast for my eyes, but I’m going to have to smack you, once for wanking in my fridge and the other for not stripping properly, do you understand?’

‘Yes chef,’ she swallows thickly, and then she feels the impact, he slaps one buttock hard, but then rubs it before slapping the other, Hermione exhales sharply,

‘Such a good girl for me, taking her punishment so well, now let’s see how wet you are for me,’ keeping her bent over he takes 2 fingers to her cunt swiping across it, gathering her desire, before briefly swiping across her clit, almost causing Hermione’s knees to give way, ‘Stand,’ he commanded, Draco licks one of the fingers, ‘I should put you on the menu you taste so fucking good, here, you try,’ and he places the other finger in Hermione’s mouth and she sucks it clean, ‘Don't you taste good pet?' she nods, 'Such a good pet,’ he removes his finger from her mouth and uses the wetness to tease her nipple, ‘Kneel down,’ he commands, and Hermione does as she is told.  Draco unzips his trousers and frees his cock, leaving it bobbing. Hermione’s eyes widen at the sight, thick with girth, the head shiny and full.

‘Now I’m going to give you a potion, and you will drink it, it will stop you gagging as you suck my cock, do you understand?’

‘Yes chef,’ she replies quickly her mouth watering at the prospect, Draco retrieves a vial from his side filled with a pale blue liquid, pouring it into Hermione’s mouth and she swallows,

‘Such a good pet, do you like being told what to do?’ he asked her, Hermione nodded enthusiastically, she could feel her desire practically pooling on the cushion, her body hummed, ‘Now suck,’ he commanded, she leaned forward, unsure how she would fit him in her mouth but would try all the same as Draco sat back to watch her. Hermione started by running her tongue from base to tip, causing Draco to jerk and afford her an eyebrow raise, she circled the tip with her tongue wetting it before she took him in her mouth, using her tongue to tease the head of his cock, he let her relax for a few moments before putting a hand in her hair and guiding more of himself into her mouth, her shoulders hunched and he stopped letting her relax again before making her take more,

‘Remember the potion pet, nothing bad will happen, breathe through your nose,’ he heard her change and her breathing settle, ‘Now take my cock all the way back, or there will be more punishment for you,’ he told her, Hermione relaxed as she realised that the potion had indeed worked and she wasn’t gagging, bracing the base of his cock with her hand she began sucking and moving him in and out of her mouth and throat, ‘Better,’ he groaned as she took as much of him as she could, head hitting the back of her throat, drool dribbling down her chin onto her breasts, ‘Much better pet,’ his hand still in her hair supporting her, she tried to wipe her chin with her free hand, but he smacked it away, ‘Leave it,’ he snapped, her lips smacked and sucked against his shaft, ‘Look at you taking me so well, you feel very good pet, so good in fact I’m going to come soon, and when I come, you are going to drink it all down aren’t you,’ he told her, Hermione nodded, and only a few thrusts later he roared as he came, emptying himself to the back of her mouth, Hermione gulped down the hot stream, still sucking as he pulled himself out,

‘Did you enjoy that pet, stand up let’s find out,’ he helped her stand, legs numb from the floor and again he felt between her legs, ‘You enjoyed that a lot didn’t you, dripping wet for me, you did such a good job I’m going to reward you,’ he brought his hand up smearing her juices up her stomach, mixing it with the salvia that ran down her breasts, his hands slipped over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, planting a kiss on her bruised lips,

‘Lie down pet, for your reward,’ he points to the leather couch to her left and she does as instructed, the leather cool against her skin, she shivered with excitement.  Draco fastened her wrists beside her head using the leather restraints and secured her feet into stirrups, leaving her open and bare to him,  ‘Gods you look so fucking perfect, ready and waiting for me, but we’re missing something,’ he told her, Hermione lay waiting, panting desperate for him to touch her, not knowing what was coming, she had never been so turned on before. Then there was a pressure as Draco secured small black clamps to her nipples in turn, Hermione threw her head back moaning, the pleasure and pain of it keying straight for her clit, and then he was on her, she felt his tongue swipe up her core causing her to buck violently,

‘Oh gods,’ she cried out, as he continued, his tongue swirled her clit and lapped at her, his pace cycling between punishingly fast and then slow, so slow she wasn’t even sure he was still touching her. 

‘There are rules though pet, you aren’t allowed to come until I give you permission, can you do that? Can you control yourself?’ he asked her, his crown of white blond hair raising from between her legs,

‘Yes chef, I’ll try chef,’ she replied groaning, he ran his fingers across her entrance and then he inserted two into her, when he picked up the pace with his tongue she thought she might explode.

‘I didn’t give you permission to come yet pet, I feel you clamping around my fingers,’ he told her, tone sharp, she felt tears spring from her eyes as she tried to concentrate on anything else except the orgasm trying to surge forth through her body but it was no good,

‘I can’t hold on chef,’ she panted out, he swopped his tongue for the pad of his thumb,

‘You can come pet, I’ll let you this time but you’ll pay for it,’ he purred, curling his fingers up into her g-spot he pressed hard and circled her clit with his thumb, causing Hermione to come undone, her orgasm shook through her with such force she screamed loudly,

‘Thank, you, chef,’ she metered out as her whole body spasmed and shook, he brought her down gently with his thumb as she rode it out panting, she rested her head back and closed her eyes,

‘So beautiful when you come pet, but I’m not done yet, this is for not holding on,’ growled Draco, and she heard a buzzing sound, her head came up and she saw him holding a purple vibrator, ‘Excellent invention by the muggles, I’ll give them this one, do you know what this is pet?’

‘Yes chef, it’s a vibrator,’ she murmurs, whimpering,

‘Don’t forget your safe word if you need it pet, do you need it?’ he asked her,

‘No chef,’ Hermione Granger didn’t back down from a challenge,

‘Such a good pet already, you won't need much training,’ he touched the vibrator to Hermione’s sensitive core, and she bucked, ‘I also like these as well,’ he added, she looked up to see him holding a large blue dildo, her eyes widened, ‘Need to get you ready to take me pet, you want to be able to take all of me don’t you?’ he asked her, his eyes darkening,

‘Yes chef,’ she replied swallowing hard, he muttered a lubricating charm to wet the dildo. Draco toyed Hermione with it at her entrance, the vibrator on her clit,

‘Oh gods,’ Hermione pulsed her body jerking, Draco slowly pushed the dildo inside her and she felt her walls stretch to accommodate it, the firmness of the silicone opening her up, she groaned and whined as he began to move it in and out, thrusting. The intensity of the nipple clamps mixed with the vibrations too much as she felt an orgasm start to build again.  Within a few minutes Hermione, could barely keep herself still on the couch, writhing,

‘Chef,’ she whispers,

‘Do you want to come pet?’ he asked her,

‘Yes please chef,’ she mewled,

‘Go on then pet, come for me,’ he quickens the pace of the dildo, Hermione cries out as she feels the peak hit her, almost as intense as the first, he moves the vibrator as she shudders allowing to come down gently from her high, then slides out of the dildo.

‘Banana chef,’ Hermione said, her head lolling,

‘Good girl, what do you need?’ Draco’s voice comforting and soft,

‘I can’t feel my arms or legs,’ she replied, and he waves his hand across her releasing all the restraints and removing the nipple clamps, he leans over and slides an arm beneath her back and the other under her legs and picks her up, carrying her over to the large bed on the other side of the room, he places her down carefully, sitting her up at the top of the bed and covering her in a soft blanket.

‘How does that feel?’ he asked her,

‘Lovely,’ she replied nodding, Draco massages her hands and arms, then moves onto her legs and feet,

‘Has the feeling come back?’ he asked her, his brow furrowed at her,

‘Yes, much better, gods this blanket is so soft,’ she pulls it up to her chin, Draco hands her a glass of water,

‘Drink,’ he smiles and settles next to her, watching as she finishes the glass in one, wiping her lips on her hand,

‘You were amazing for a first timer, did you enjoy yourself or was it too much?’ he asked her stroking a hand lazily up her arm, he cradled her hand and planted kisses on her palm,

‘It was much more intense than I expected, but it was incredible,’ she chuckled softly, her head muzzy, a dreamy look on her face, ‘But wait have we finished?’ she asked him, biting her lip,

‘Only if you want it to be, I felt you needed a break, you did use your safe word after all,’ he replied, sitting up to place a kiss on her lips and she leaned into him capturing his lips with hers, she kissed him long and slow, tongues teasing each other, Hermione ran her hand up the front of Draco’s trousers, he chuckled and broke away,

‘Well, you did say you were preparing me to take you,’ she replied grinning, undoing the buttons on his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest, his stomach firm,

‘I did didn’t I,’ he replied, Hermione nodded licking her lips,

‘You gave me two choices tonight, uncomplicated sex and playing, I’ve had the playing I’d like the sex now please,’ she told him giggling,

‘Yes chef,’ purred Draco, tearing off his shirt, his trousers quickly following it, Hermione pushed him onto his back,

‘My turn now!’ she freed his cock from his boxers and positioned herself over him, Draco grinned at her expectantly as she lowered herself onto him, 'Oh gods!'

'You are a goddess,' groaned Draco, she smiled wantonly at him as she slid herself up and down his length, his fingers dug into her butt holding her steady as she rode him,

'You weren't kidding about the size of your cock, I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow,' murmured Hermione, her pace quickening,

Draco thrust harder into her, his vision fuzzing as his release grew close,

'Are you going to come for me again?' he panted, Hermione's warm brown eyes held his as she panted, her skin coated in a sheen of sweat, her curls bounced wildly around her face,

'I want you to come first,' she moaned taking him deeply inside her,

'I want you to come with me,' grunted Draco, barely clinging on to his control, he took a thumb to her clit and watched with glee as Hermione's expression changed instantly

'Oh fuck!' she cried, all it took was the barest whisper of his touch across her clit and she crested, Draco joined her slamming into her as he came, fighting to keep his eyes open and watch her as he roared emptying himself into her, Hermione slowed her movements her breaths ragged, a dazed look on her face, as she collapsed on top of him, pressing her lips to his, she pulled away, 'Can I tell you something?' she murmured,

'Of course my darling you can tell me anything,' replied Draco,

'I've never come more than once in one go until tonight,' she told him and chuckled,

'That is a crime! what degenerates have you slept with that have left you so unsatisfied? Well I also have a confession, no one has ever made me come that hard before!' he said kissing her face, stroking her curls

'Yes they have,' she said batting him playfully,

'No, they really haven't, you are something else Hermione,' he helped her off him, cleaning up the mess with wandless magic and he laid her down next to him. Pulling the blanket over them both, he stroked her thigh as Hermione laid a hand on his chest blissfully tracing the lines of muscle,

'When you said you wanted to make me yours for a while, did you mean it?' she asked him,

'With all my heart Hermione, if you'll have me?' he gave her a devastating smile, wide and genuine, his silver grey eyes impossibly warm, her stomach flipped,

'Yes chef!' she replied, capturing his lips, 'Yes, yes, yes,'