My heels click against the concrete sidewalk, the dark of night has already settled around us and although I can hear the whispers of loud music that thumps from the house at the end of the street, everything seems so quiet around me. I know there’s crowds of people that are attending this party tonight and yet I don’t see them walking the streets with us.
“No one is going to jump out of a bush to scare you Hermione, I swear that a Halloween party isn’t going to be the same as the haunted house we took you too last year” My skin prickles at the mere mention of that place.
My hand squeezes around Ginny's hand, drawing closer to her body even though the white frilly dress and orange braids that hang down her shoulders give me the creeps, she is still far more comforting than anyone else we might run into tonight. Truthfully, I want to like the dark and depraved, to a certain extent I can see the appeal of giving in to adrenaline like that.
The loud thump of feet hitting the cement, and subsequent rustle of leaves from the bush to our right makes me scream. Turning my face into Ginny's shoulder as a brown-haired man, with fake blood dripping from a gaping gash on his cheek, comes leaping out of the darkness.
“Goyle, you asshole!” Pansy squeaks, but the sound is light with amusement while I am half sure that I am going to need an ambulance for my racing heart by the end of the night. “You can’t jump out on girls like that”
“It’s fine, babe” Goyle shrugs, spinning Pansy, who’s wearing a white nurse costume with deep red patches of blood all down the front, into his arms and then onto his back. “No one actually gets scared of that shit”
“Hermione does” Pansy reminds him, but there’s no genuine annoyance in her voice and Goyle spins around to face Ginny and I as we trail behind them. The looming orange house coming closer with each step, the music and chatter of guests makes it feel less daunting.
“Oh, fuck yeah, sorry 'Mione” Goyle apologises, but he has turned away from us and runs down the sidewalk before the sentence has time to land. Thankfully for me I wasn’t under the impression that anything he says is actually genuine.
Ginny groans, wobbling slightly from the shots she did before we left, as the long expanse of stairs up to the front of the house challenges her. “I hate that bastard, every day I pray that Pansy will wake up and realise what an asshole he is but I remain disappointed”
My tongue runs over my red-painted lips, nodding as my focus lasers onto keeping the both of us standing, as her body makes me tilt in my own white heels. “We have to let her make her own mistakes, can’t keep rushing after her when she meets another awful man”
“Wise words!” Ginny giggles, swatting her hand at the plastic spider that hangs from the ceiling as we reach the open front door. “So smart”
My eyes roll as the alcohol finally settles into her bloodstream; I count it a win that we almost made it inside the house before she started babbling. Unease curls in the pit of my stomach, clown and scream masks blend into a sea of fake blood and plastic weapons, led lights cast an orange and red hue across every room.
Subconsciously my fingers fiddle with the slit of the sheer black fabric of my skirt, with my heart racing the tight-laced bodice of my dress feels too tight against my skin. For someone dressed as a nun I feel too exposed, Ginny had only cracked my resolve mere hours ago and that’s how I landed her back-up costume.
There’s a pale sheen of makeup coating my cheeks, dark eyeshadow smudges across my eyes to make me seem more dishevelled than I feel, she thought the bold lip would make me feel braver, but I knew it wouldn’t. The cool breeze from the open-door tickles against my bare legs, the white headband atop my head feels too tight as people spin around me.
“Blaise!” Ginny cheers, attention stolen by the man walking towards us, red devil horns sit amongst the short bounce dark curls. His bare chest glimmers with red body glitter, his black vest gives the perfect view of the chiselled muscles of his abdomen.
The man, I now know to be the infamous Blaise that works at her favourite restaurant. “Ginny, I wondered when my favourite murderous doll would show up!”
Thankfully I never truly believed her when she swore that she would remain by my side the entire time I was here, my nerves are shot, surrounded by so many costumes that the only choice I have to get through this night. Alcohol is an excellent medication for this anxiety, my parents would be appalled but I need something to lower my stress levels before I scream bloody murder when someone else pops up.
I spin on white heels, intending to disappear into the kitchen to make myself a strong drink, lingering for an hour before making a hasty exit with a well-timed Uber.
The drink burns as it slides down my throat, my eyes fluttering closed as the bonfire in the backyard rages on, with people dancing and laughing around the flames. Maybe it’s all in my head to be thinking that the alcohol calms me instantly, but my heart finally slows slightly.
My chest connects with the hard clasps of a belt, hand slapping over my mouth to muffle the loud sound of shock as apologies morph into fear. Warm hands, with cool rings pressed into my forearms to keep me from toppling over, my drink tips with the movement and slides down the dark fabric of his shirt but I don’t draw my eyes away.
The long dark beak of this man’s mark curves down at me, grey eyes assess me from within, but fear holds my heart hostage. Orange and black streamers hang down around us from the ceiling, and brush against my burning cheek, my heels clatter against the plastic cups that litter the ground.
The man’s head tilts slightly, and words come pouring out of me as my back digs into the counter behind me. “I am so sorry! I am such a clutz and I didn’t hear you approach me, so you made me jump, again, I am so sorry”
His damp black shirt moulds against the defined muscles of his shirt, the woodsy smell of musk and mint hits me and a tinge of recognition swirls around my clouded head.
“It’s no stress honestly” The voice is light, deep but doesn’t spit at me with hatred and annoyance for my clumsiness, “Only a shirt, and I expected it at some stage tonight anyway”
“Are you sure?” My voice wobbles but the adrenaline of his fright seems to spike my heart rate back up, “I don’t want to not offer and then have tainted your night with my rudeness”
“You couldn’t” He shrugs, staring up at silvers eyes through the small holes of his masks that make my knees wobble. “But you could offer to clean it for me, and I wouldn’t be opposed”
“I could but I normally don’t do that sort of thing for just anyone, and especially not for strangers” The unease of his costume ebbs slightly the longer I stare up at it, even with the additional height of my heels he has a good head on me.
“I’m Draco Malfoy,” He introduces and the recognition slams into me, finally registering why my heart races when I look into his eyes and the adrenaline that courses through my veins. “Although I know we aren’t strangers to each other, Hermione''
He’s right, we do in fact know each other but I have never had the balls to speak to him before and the majority of my liquid courage has ended up down his shirt. I furrow my eyebrows instead, painted lips pulling to the side as I contemplate that ramifications for continuing this lie, “Well you know my name, so now I am thinking that you should be familiar, but you just aren’t”
Even with his face covered I can still see the first glimpse of darkness that washes over his eyes, it clues me into my mistake, at assuming public conversations and puppy dog friends were a good indication of what swirled around on the inside. A mistake that I relish in, for knowing that maybe we aren’t as different as I thought, works in my favour.
“Is that so?” He chuckles, the wipe he had collected for the mess I made drops too. He bends slightly, mask tilting down at me as intimidating silvers eyes analyse every flicker of my eyes and the way my legs press together. I don’t realise the fire burning in my stomach has turned to lust until I watch his eyes dip to the apex of my thighs, the feeling unsettles me, but I can’t look away from him. “There’s something dark about you Hermione, pretending you don’t know me and not cleaning up after yourself”
“Would you like my tongue to do it?”
Arousal flashes through his eyes, it makes my stomach clench with unfamiliar desire. “Come upstairs with me?”
It is a question; I know despite the danger bubbling between us that he won’t drag me upstairs the way I would enjoy but my blood seers at his proposal and I realise I am in more trouble than I thought I would be. There was always a certain delusion in my mild attraction to this man.. His fingers burn against my skin and my teeth dig into my bottom lip as Ginny shoots me the widest grin of approval as we make it to the stairs, anticipation burns in the I send back a thumbs up, her way. The only person who is going to be more amused by this development than me, is going to be her and maybe Pansy if she can separate from her snake long enough to realise.
My knees wobble with every step, my brain worries that the tight bodice of my black dress will kill me as my breathing increases. Draco's hands spin me around and my back hits the wall just next to the stairs, “Why are we stopping?” I blurt, curious eyes frantic as I scan the dark expanse of the landing.
“Desperate to get me alone, are you?” He whispers, knocking the white headband of my costume off and letting it tumble down onto the stairs. “So openly desperate already”
“I am not” I scoff, fighting against the flourish of new emotions that he’s drawing from me. “There’s just a lot of people up here”
“That there is,” He confirms, running a delicate finger down the side of my cheek and laughing at me like I am about to go tumbling down the stairs. “But why would someone so bad get to have privacy, you think you’re hiding the darkness and desperation in your eyes? You aren’t”
He's stolen the oxygen from my lungs, paralysed me against the wall and then laughed at the smell of my apprehension and all the while, arousal blooms in my stomach. Despite the hint of anxiety and embarrassment that blooms on my chest, in red patches that draw his attention to my tits spilling out of the tight dress. I know underneath the mask he still wears that he is grinning like the most innocent man in the world but darkness swirls in grey eyes and the light-hearted laughter that resonated between us downstairs has drained away. There’s every possibility that he’ll devour me now, upstairs and pressed against the cold cream wall and my costume doesn’t protect me from the feeling.
The black fabric of his sleeves drag down his arms exposed tattooed forearms that I have spent more time than I should have gazing at. I can’t know for sure how Draco knew I was lying when I said he wasn’t familiar, but it isn’t physically possible to have missed his presence, every room he walks into centres him with a blinding spotlight.
He's the driving force that keeps the world spinning and we all orbit around him, it’s taken two minutes of pointless chatting for him to have sucked me in. The bar shouldn’t be this low, a man shouldn’t be able to enrapture my attention, mind and body, by teasing me in the kitchen and chuckling when I spill my drink all over his costume.
It was all so innocent, light and fluffy and I’m not so sadistic as to hate that in the slightest but anticipation curls in the pit of my stomach and being boxed in by this man lights a fire in my veins. It’s the darkness that lines his eyes, the way he reacts when my tongue runs over my red-painted lower lip and the tension that ripples through his muscles that draws every morsel of my attention.
The silence between us bubbles of tension that won’t dissipate with a step apart, “Are you going to kiss me Draco?” The teasing lilt to my question isn’t intentional, neither is the way his head tilts to the side in inquisition.
I’ve never wanted someone to eat me alive before, the look of danger always made me shrink away but there’s something that glimmers down at me, that pulls me in. Someone who looks so soft shouldn’t have a grin that stretches so wide, baring teeth so white that I force myself to swallow down my apprehension.
“Kiss you?” Draco chuckles, the sound no longer light and intriguing, his voice resonates in the dark of his eyes and I know I have knocked on the wrong door tonight. “Now, why would I do something like that?”
Embarrassment burns my cheeks; the pale makeup can’t conceal the bright red flush that genetics have gifted me with. My brain scrambles for a snappy response but his thumb landing on my cheekbone robs sense from me, digging into my skin he wipes away the white hue.
Draco's movements leave my mouth dry, if I didn’t know he was so aware of every shift of my body then I wouldn’t hesitate to squeeze my thighs together. “Maybe because you won’t stop staring at my lips, I thought you were braver than this but clearly I pegged you wrong”
For as long as I can remember things have been light, every conversation with my family and the way we confront everything with my friends. None of it involves anger, I can’t pinpoint when I started avoiding every negative emotion that flitted through my body, but Draco makes me want to combat it all against his hand.
This is the closest I have ever been to giving in to what my body desires, all the depraved images that make my toes curl. To grabbing life by the balls, possibly more than just theoretically, and say to hell with what I should wait for, to what is socially acceptable. It doesn’t feel wrong to want him angry, to take the softness I know he possesses and let it turn to darkness. I have never thought that someone could see that within me, but silver eyes track over every one of my features with cruel interest. Sweet words and tender touches evaporate into the air, and his white-coated thumb drags across my bottom lip.
“Quite the attitude on you isn’t there” He murmurs, his fingers clasping my chin in a tight grip and pulling it back to his gaze when I get distracted by the crowds of people ascending the stairs. “So different from the ballsy girl that spilt her drink on me downstairs, interesting”
With one arm still propped against the wall by my head and the other firm on my chin, arousal floods my veins and despite the desire to sink away. I let the need, the want for this treatment to settle around me, sweet girl sounds nice from his lips, but I crave something worse.
“Perhaps I am only kind to the people who deserve it” I murmur, breath hitching as he takes a step in and pushes his chest closer to mine. Every deep inhale brushes my sensitive nipples against the hard ridges of his chest..
Thinking about what led us here, the snarky words that bloomed the dangerous sexual tension that continues to grow between us distracts me, “Do you want to know what I think?” I nod but his devious, pink lips frown. “Words Hermione”
“Yeah Draco” I nod again, words breathless as his body surrounds me in a heated blaze. “Fill me in”
His mask finally clatters to the ground, platinum strands lay messily against his forehead in a deliciously ruffled way, now that I can see the look on his face I know that every morsel of attitude, of difficulty that I fire his way only makes his devilish grin wider and amusement clearer. “You're used to prim and proper aren’t you, of the outside matching the inside and perhaps that’s why no one holds your attention long enough to get into those virgin panties of yours” I thought I held my virginity under pretty good camouflage, but I am learning quite quickly that he can unveil all my secrets with one lingering look. “You want dark and dirty, to be defiled and praised for every dirty thought you have ever had. Tired of being called a sweet girl, aren’t you?”
“Please” I sigh, his lips ghosting against my own with every teasing vibration of his words, the ease with which he cracks me burns humiliation. It feels like every passing stranger has their eyes pinned to us, judgement coating their gaze but with Draco surrounding me I can’t shrink away despite the feeling crawling inside of me.
At this point I wonder if there’s anything that could make me shrink away from him, even without the words leaving his lips I can see the promises of tonight glowing in his grey eyes, winding through the rivers of light and dark orbs.
“Crumbling right in front of me” Draco's smile burns through me, “Desperate to follow my every word even if it means pain, I can see the tinge of embarrassment coating your cheeks and yet you’re still squeezing your thighs together”
I think this is the point in our moment's pressed against the wall in the middle of the second-floor landing, with fake cobwebs brushing against the top of my hair that I admit what I previously denied. This self-discovery is more than wanting to push boundaries I feel like I should have, it’s knowing that I am giving myself over to this man and being okay with it, that the fantasy of him taking everything from me is more of a possibility than I had thought.
He could rip me to shreds, push me to the edge of insanity and yet beneath the ripple of fear that tells me I am wrong, I know I’ll be safe.
There’s no sassy retort to give him, nothing I can say that will prove him wrong because he isn’t. I want to give Draco Malfoy every inch of myself. Body, mind and soul, and the hunger in his eyes tells me I won’t be denied.
And yet I can’t help the whisper of defiance, the thrill of disobedience that coats adrenaline through my veins. “You’re wrong”
There’s no more deciphering his emotions, his fingers loosen against my chin and slide down the column of my throat leaving a trail of burning promise in its wake and I know I’m done for. His foot kicks out between my legs and nudges them apart, with his hand pinned around my neck I can’t wobble.
Where I think his knee will slide up the bare inside of my thigh and press against the pulsing apex between my thighs, he keeps me waiting, the hand pressed against the wall drops, light fingers drag down my shoulder until thick fingers are scooping up the dark fabric of my dress. I’m not shadowed by anything around us, stuck in the open like an entertainment special.
“Wrong?” Draco chuckles, the dark makeup that smudges across his eyelids illuminates his deep gaze. “Your body is trembling; I can feel the fast beat of your pulse underneath my fingertips and those honey eyes of yours are begging me to touch you. Under this good girl exterior, you’re just as filthy as everyone else”
If my body didn’t jump, my mouth falling open, and my breath trapped in my lungs then maybe I would have spat out another half-hearted excuse, if he wasn’t touching me so roughly I could pull together a rational thought. A lame attempt at convincing him I wasn’t desperate for the very swipe of his fingers across my clothed core that he delivers.
The hand bracketed around my throat tightens, holding me in place as the sharp rockets of pleasure threaten to tug me to the ground. “Draco!” I gasp, a whine of frustration pulled through my teeth as the feeling leaves just as quickly as it appears.
“Are you still lying to me Hermione?” Draco tuts, the fabric of my dress falling back down my leg, the back of my head hits the wall as devastation brackets my body. Everything Draco surrounds me, and yet it feels like he has left my body with a chill only his fingers can medicate.
My head is shaking in his hold, the first taste of pleasure from another person liquifies my dignity. “No Draco”
I thought I could hold out longer, be a challenge that would keep him on his toes and be worthy of his harshness, but my worries aren’t validated with disinterest in his eyes. Instead, they seem to glow with anticipation now that he knows I won’t deny the effects he has on my body.
“Good” He smirks, shining fingers pressing against my painted lips. “Thirsty?”
The shake of my head is instinctual, the look on Draco's face one of disappointment but I know he loves the challenge I pose. What fun is tearing me apart if I spend the whole time willing to be eaten, he might know I’m a virgin but his plan of playing with his food before eating it doesn’t change with the knowledge.
One eyebrow quirks at me, grey eyes dare me to deny him verbally. “No” I whisper, lips barely separating. I’d never thought about tasting myself on someone else’s fingers, fantasies always centring around the taste of my partner coating my tongue.
“Open” He demands, I catch the confused look of a vampire that passes by us just as my lips part and Draco's fingers slide along my tongue, reaching the back of my tongue and relishing in the way my body gags around the intrusion.
I can see the fantasies and approval in his eyes, the tilt of his lips in a sly grin that tells me I have done exactly as he wanted even when I try to fight it. My body doesn’t feel like my own any longer, he owns every inch of it, and I didn’t even realise I gave it away.
“If only you had been so willing from the very start baby” Draco doesn’t hide the smirk on his pink lips, his fingers slide along my tongue, forcing me to sweep every inch of his fingers as they hook around my bottom teeth. “If you did then I wouldn’t have to punish you now”
Slick fingers pull down my bottom lip, sliding through the makeup on my chin and leaving a trail of red down my face. I know it’s there because the very same colour coats the bottom of his fingers. My stomach clenching in arousal, this is the first time he has outright said the word punishment, but the undertone has been here long before.
If the dampness of my panties were a source of amusement before, then I can’t imagine the devious plans his mind would come up with when he goes back to check. Arousal pools out of me and I can’t clench my thighs in frustration because his knee still holds me open. “Punishment?”
Damp fingers tap against my chin, I can’t deny the way my body craves to know what he has in store for me. Every taunt and imagine in my mind only enthral me more, I’ve never considered me a desperate person, but I am finding that when it comes to Draco Malfoy that is exactly who I have become.
Too lost in my own head, his hands grasping my hips tightly and pulling me off the back of the wall it draws an aroused gasp from my lips. “Don’t tell me you didn’t see that one coming sweet girl; I never took you for an idiot”
“I’m not!” I refuse, shaking my head as he raises his brows in more disbelief, like my honesty is falling short and turning to lies right before us. One look and I start questioning whether what I know is true. “I just want to know what you’re going to do with me”
For a moment I think that maybe I have answered correctly, his chuckle reverberates against my trembling chest as he keeps me pressed against his body, fingers marking bruises into my hips. “Where’s the fun in that Hermione?” His voice is dark, edged with amusement and a husk of danger that is becoming more familiar with every passing moment.
Draco's left-hand leaves me, that side of my body faces the open landing and marks the top of the stairs, every person that comes upstairs has a perfect view of us. Of Draco dragging my dress back up towards my hips, I can feel the blunt force of his nails as they trail up my skin. It's a resounding conclusion that I come to, when his knee slides between my legs and pins me open further, calculated movements become rougher, and I know with more certainty than anything else. That for everything I have read, watched and dreamed of, he is going to be more than all of it.
“I can be fun” I plead, not sure what I’m looking for as frenzied words bleed from swollen lips, my body squirms in tingling anticipation and the fear of him finding the slick wetness between my thighs. “I swear it”
“If only that appeased me the way you think it might, but I already know that about you even if you are unsure about it yourself. Maybe I could have gone easy on you, but my costume remains sticky, your attitude needs work and lying about knowing me Hermione? That’s not nice girl behaviour, and above all of it I know that what you really want is to see just how dark your desires go”
Is it pathetic to say his words make my whole-body quiver, that my mouth is dry at the pinch of pain that comes with the drag of his fingers and the devil in his grey eyes. His promises of rough and dirty eases the weight off of my shoulders, I have never wanted that for myself, and I was so ashamed of it but the only embarrassment I feel with Draco, is the tinge of it that he wants me to feel.
“I do” I blurt, he has me hook line and sinker.
“Being so perfect for me now” Draco chuckles, “Letting me feel you soaking my fingers while everyone who walks past you stares”
I’d been enraptured by the torturously slow pull of his fingers, the way my breath stutters as Draco's exploration leads him to the smear of arousal that’s coated my inner thighs. “Yes” I whimper, not daring to freeze as another group of people slow to watch what’s unfolding.
Draco's right, it makes me feel dirty and learning to accept the way it heightens every nerve in my body is easier when his hands are smoothing against my hot skin and leaving marks for me to admire tomorrow. Thick fingers slide down my slit, my head hits the wall as relief catapults like addictive sparks through my body. My underwear is a useless piece of fabric strapped to my body. I wish I had listened to Ginny when she told me to skip it today, if I had there wouldn’t be a barrier to keep me from relief.
Rationally I know he won’t get me off, won’t let me reach that peak so quickly and yet I yearn for his touch the second it disappears. My body vibrates with need, I can feel every crevice of his body that presses against mine, my clit throbs from his teasing touch and for one delusional moment I think I might die if he doesn’t continue.
His fingers don’t glide down my tongue again, my lips roll over themselves when he catches them parted and ready for his intrusion. I never thought satisfaction could shine so clearly through someone's eyes and yet there’s no wavering in that emotion as his right hand grasps my left wrist and spins my back into his chest.
I can’t see the people walking past any longer, my gaze is hidden from their gawking. Embarrassment still shines on my cheeks when his hand cups around my neck, pressing my head into his shoulder and forcing my gaze up at him. “Do you know what a safe word is?”
Excitement pulls the smallest grin at my lips, I try to smother it, but the effort is for nothing because his eyes flare and amusement dances another wide smile across his lips. “I do”
“Good” He nods, “Cherry is yours”
Just like my lipstick, there’s no point in wondering how he knows the shade and whether or not it even is suspicious, it’s not an everyday colour for me and that’s why I let Pansy talk me into coating my lips with it. I swallow down the instinct to repeat the word back to him, like it’ll confirm to him that I have it memorised.
“I understand” I whisper, intimidation forces my voice back and his silvers eyes dagger me. With his hand wrapped around my throat and the other hand still clasping my dress up by my hip he shuffles us forward.
“So obedient” Draco hums, breathing hot against the side of my neck, distracting me as he pushes through one of the previously closed doors. “And so ready for your punishment, aren’t you? I’ve felt the filth between your leg’s sweetness, and all it’s telling me is that you know you deserve the retribution”
Darkness swallows us for a moment, the door clicks behind his back and reality takes its first bite at me. How did poor virgin Hermione find herself at the hands of someone I am confident in assuming is some kind of god, I could kick myself for ever thinking I would ever have the upper hand in playing this devious game.
I plead to feel fear and rationality as punishment for my behaviour looms over my head like a guillotine, Draco's hand pushes my hair off the nape of my neck, his nose trails the length of my throat. His free hand presses against the centre of my chest, to keep me from buckling over as the firm heat of his tongue following suit, brings me down.
Plump lips suckle against the column of my neck, the pinch of suction catches a moan in my throat, so starved for his touch that I worry my first orgasm from him will come from the slick heat of his mouth against my pulse point. The thick hardness of his cock pressing along my spine sends me into overdrive, I squeeze my legs together, but it offers no relief when his body is pressed against mine.
There’s no denying his arousal, his attraction to me and excitement for what’s to come infuses my veins and warms the room.
“So bad baby, so dirty” Harsh words sink beneath my skin, murmuring against deep purple marks he sucks against my neck. “You’re doing so good listening to me though”
The whiplash of the husk in his belittling and the lilt in his praise makes the world spin a little faster. I expect him to take me over his knee and tell me to count to ten but as he guides me towards the black-covered bed. I know it’s nothing like I have imagined before, it sends tendrils of apprehension down my spine, but it’s muted under the waves of arousal.
“Thanks?”
A chuckle echoes around the room, dim orange lighting emanates from the neon sign that reads ‘boo’ above the bed and flickering fake candles sat on wooden bedside tables. Draco's hands leave me, my body chills in anticipation as he pushes me down by the top of my back until I am bent over the footer of the wooden bed-frame.
“You can say thank you sweetness,” Draco affirms, kicking my legs apart, until my arms are supporting the majority of my body weight even with the wooden frame across my stomach. It’s almost like being across his lap, only he has access to every inch of my body.
The fabric tickles as it’s dragged up my legs, he pushes it past my ass and up against the middle of my back where it snags on the bed frame, the first brush of his fingers against my exposed spine makes my legs shake. The cold nip of air as he drags the ruined panties down my legs, a rush of warm arousal drips down the side of my thigh when his groan of appreciation echoes around the room.
I remain trapped in the flimsy material, the light heels I’m wearing give me the extra height Draco needs to have perfect access to my centre. “Thank you”
“Good girl, so perfect” He mumbles, shuffling fills the silence of the room as I try and calm my erratic breathing, I can see him fall to his knees in front of my pussy and the grin on his face makes me less nervous about the fact that he can see every inch of me. “You’re so, so wet baby, how badly does it ache?”
I’m a display for his enjoyment. “Oh god, so badly!”
Draco's calloused hands feel soft against my burning skin, smoothing over the goosebumps on my legs and cupping the skin under my ass, thumbs digging into the curve of my ass. My fingers dig into the soft fabric of the comforter, a silent gasp leaves my cracked lips, I can practically feel his hot breath hitting my aching core.
Driving me to the brink of insanity before yanking me back down to earth again, drowning me in frustration before filling my lungs with oxygen again with teasing touches.
“Your fucking stunning Hermione” Severity cuts through the tension, every word he directs my way is serious but there’s an edge of promise this time.
His compliment makes me more uncomfortable than sucking my own arousal off of his fingers, the urge to deflect sits uncomfortably in the centre of my chest waiting to be swatted away. “Sure Draco” I don’t mean for sure to be so sarcastic, but I can’t help it, a compliment to my pussy isn’t exactly believable.
That would be like me saying that I’ve looked at a cock before and thought to myself, huh, that’s pretty sexy. Exactly, it’s never fucking happened.
The air around us seems to drop a few degrees after my proclamation, I regretted the snark as soon as it left my lips but there’s no way to steal the words back now that he’s heard them. I feel the button of his jeans dig into the soft folds between my legs, as his body encloses over mine and his hand wraps around the curly strands of my hair.
My neck cranes as his hand uses my hair to pull my face away from the mattress, his body vibrates with laughter while mine trembles with anticipation and then the world blackens for a moment. His palm slapping across my ass has my body jerking away from the pain while the tingle of pleasure chases after them, my jaw drops open wordlessly and shock leaves silence in its wake.
“Is this what you were looking for?” Draco groans, dropping my hair and letting me fall back against the comforter. Fingers tangled around the fabric as every nerve in my body pulses, “Even more gorgeous now that you have my hand bruising your skin”
It's the hitch in his breath, the way his words quicken that makes me smile, nails biting into the reddened flesh as he smooths over the sting. Faintly I can tell that the music downstairs has been turned up again, the walls rattle with the bass and for once it doesn’t irritate me, I like knowing that no one can pop our little bubble.
Even if a lot of people outside saw the preview of this show, Draco embraces all of my dark desires with more ease than I do. Like when he stares into my eyes, he has a direct link to all the wicked things I have watched and read over the years and yet, no one has touched me this way before.
“I think so” I pant, every second is shrouded in anticipation for his next strike.
“You think so” He tuts, hand smoothing up my ass, hands trailing along the bare skin of my spine. “That isn’t good enough for me Hermione and you know it, what do you want? Say it out loud and don’t leave it to me, me knowing isn’t the same as you finally accepting it”
The room must swell with the potency of my desperation, “No please Draco, I want to be good” I blurt, “-But I want you to treat me like I’m bad”
My confession grants me another slap across my ass, the sound reverberates through my skin. “If you want to be good for me then you’ll take your punishment without a word of complaint, I want to see you drip down your thighs from how much you are. Understand?”
“I do” I nod, resting my cheek against the comforter, but with my ass higher than the rest of me while it’s hung over the bed frame, I can’t see Draco's face.
The third crack of his hand against my burning skin has breath clogging in my throat, there’s no smoothing period that follows every thwack now. By the fifth smack I realised his spare hand had pushed my quivering legs further apart, every momentary pause was him assessing the arousal that has slid down my inner thigh.
I didn’t think it was possible to be that aroused, but every throb of my clit and the sting of pain that has blended together in my body pulls pleasure closer to its threshold. He’s pushing me further than I thought I could go, determined to push me until I beg while he drives so much strength into every slap against my skin. It repeated, purposefully and painful in a deliciously biting way that finally cracks me.
His seventeenth slap of his hand against my reddened ass feels like the fortieth, a shriek breaks past my lips, my legs tensing as I fight between wiggling away and pushing myself closer to his body heat.
“Starting to struggle, sweetness?” Draco's voice coos, smooth and caring, losing some of the dark edge he had been carrying. “Too much for you, huh?”
He delivers three swift smacks to the other side of my ass; he might not be providing any relief to my throbbing centre, but the precipice of pleasure only soars further. My body wriggles as I try to push my legs together, providing any kind of relief to my throbbing centre, I am almost certain that the second he touches me I’ll fall apart.
Draco's hand pulls my left arm across my back, pinning it against my lower back and stopping my body from rising up with every throttle of pain he gives me. I wish I had fought him more, the spark of maybe next time is buried almost immediately under the slide of his fingers up my inner thigh. I feel the slick of my arousal coat his fingers, letting go of my arm he yanks me back against his chest by my hair.
My knees wobble as he pulls me back to my feet, fingers loosening in my hair as he spins me to face him. Green eyes blaze with fire, I can feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach and a deviously bright smile widens across dimpled cheeks when my jaw drops open without prompt.
My tongue slides out of my mouth, coating bitten lips. “Eager for the taste of you?” He chuckles, pushing his slick fingers back down the length of my throat. “But you took your punishment so well, I can feel how dirty you are”
I nod around his fingers, lips enclosed around his fingers doesn’t help my own frustration. I need him to touch me, desperately to ease the ache he is torturing me with, the burn of my ass cheeks knock against the wooden frame he has closed me in against.
The whispered question slips past my lips accidentally, “Did I do good Draco?”
Fingers slick with my saliva slide against my cheek, burying in my hair as he tilts my chin up to look into his eyes, my heart bounds against the warmth of his body and pussy clenches around nothing.
“Such a good girl” He murmurs, breath ghosting against my cheek and my body yearns for his lips to press firm into mine. If the brutality of his hands slapping against my ass was anything to go by, then I can’t imagine how good it would feel to have him devour me. “Took it so well, and did as I asked too”
He has me wrapped around his fingers, my head nodding mindlessly and for a moment it occurs to me that if he asked me to lick the soles of his feet I would, even if the task would brew humiliation.
“Thank you” I whimper, my back arching subconsciously trying to relieve some of the tension he has plagued me with, the buckles of his costume that strap diagonally across his chest dig into my skin.
The pain that bites at my skin reminds me of the burning skin of my ass. Draco's hands glide up thighs and in one quick swoop pulls the dress up over my head, ignoring the way the strings along the front scratch against my face as he pulls my hair out of their loops.
As his fingers slide around my back to unhook my bra, my fingers gravitate towards the black buttons of his shirt, desperate to see the peaks of tattoos I have glimpsed rages inside of me. Standing bare in front of him has my cheeks burning, his foot keeps my knees apart and the longer he remains fully clothed the more desperate to see him I become.
The pale expanse of his collarbones and then pecks come into view, floods of arousal renew their beat in my veins. The peaks of his dragon tattoo catches my attention in dark ink that swirls beneath half-opened fabric and the necklace that lays against sweaty skin. My wrists are clutched quickly in his hand, arms yanked above my head and his grey eyes pin me darkly.
“Did I say you could touch?” He growls, the question feels rhetorical, but his eyebrows raise in accusation.
With his height being an advantage over me I feel stretched out, arms aching from the position but not willing to try and drop my arms when I begin to get the impression that I have gone from a good girl, to a very bad one before the pleasure can even begin.
I’m shaking my head in response instantly, “You didn’t, I just wanted to see you since you can see me”
Where I thought anxiety or a chill would nip at my exposed skin, heat and arousal pumps through me like burning adrenaline instead. “Earning your name aren’t you, sweetness?” Draco chuckles, smoothing one hand through my hair and dropping the other from where it sat loosely around my neck. “Pity you’re touching without asking”
“I didn’t mean to, I swear” I plead, the thought of going any longer without the relief of his hands touching me is welling frustration in my chest and emotion surges around me uncontrollably. “Please Draco”
My knees buckle, his hand clasped around my neck to keep me standing with a tight grip, his other hand slaps hard against the spread lips of my pussy. The pain ricochets through my body, my clit stings and yet, the moan of pain feels more like pleasure as it dissipates, the slap of his fingers spreading the slick arousal across his hand.
Pressed against the skin of my cheek, both of his hands captivating my face and cocooning me in the smell of my arousal and the warmth of his body. It feels like another punishment is on the cusp as the stickiness of his fingers pressed into the hot skin of my cheeks, cupping my chin like a kid to be chastised.
“Is this your attempt at getting another spanking, did I not hit it hard enough?” Every word is punctuated by his hand sliding down my bare back, releasing my neck to squeeze my stinging ass. The feeling shocks me, a gasp fighting to hit the air as his fingers dig in further and I am forced to curl my hands around the unbuttoned edges of his shirt, and I know that our tension could cut us but every time I blink all I can see is him pushing me back against the wall and devouring every inch of me.
“No, no I loved it but please Draco, I need you so bad” It all comes out of me like word-vomit, the haziness of my arousal coats my eyes and impairs my rationality.
“Do you, Hermione?” He repeats, eyebrow raising condescendingly.
I’m nodding again, my stomach a tight knot of need and my limbs shaking against him. There is no mistaking how much he is loving this, the sentiment is practically glowing in his eyes, and I can’t bear the thought of breaking his rules and having him leave me like this. It doesn’t seem real, to think I was so convinced I would have an awful time tonight and now my virgin pussy is practically weeping for another person’s touch.
“Yes Draco, I swear” I’m pleading, begging and tears crest my eyes from frustration and embarrassment. “I need you; I want you to fuck me, and you know that, and I can’t stand how much my body throbs right now and you’re the only one that can fix it. So please, stop making me wait and just fuck me”
“Oh baby, I had no idea that you needed me that badly, but I have plans for us and giving in to you right now isn’t on that agenda. The longer I drag it, the more pain I illicit against your needy cunt the better it will feel when I do fuck you” He coos, “And that I can promise”
“Okay, okay” I agree, melting into his body and letting my mind rest for one brief second, no longer trying to push my way into the next step and instead giving in to him completely.
“Such a good girl” Draco breathes, finger trailing down the side of my cheek, such a juxtaposition to tell him I’m so good while we do such filthy things. “Finally listening to me”
I don’t dare tell him that I have been hooked on everything that left his lips since the moment we bumped into each other earlier. It’d be too close to sass, and as he guides me back towards the bed, I don’t want to risk losing whatever I might be rewarded with right now.
My ass hits the comforter first, Draco's body towers over me as he pushes against my shoulders until my back is flush against the mattress. Anticipation races my heart; soft hands bend my knees until I am spread open for his enjoyment with my heels balanced on the edge.
“Look up at me” He commands, my neck cranes up to find him and the sight of him towering over me. Shirt unbuttoned and black pants straining with the prominent outline of his cock, I subconsciously lick my cracked lips at the thought of him pressing my mouth wide.
Porn always made it look degrading and apparently not in the way I like, books made it sweet and like a reward for the desperate women. Now I think they weren’t desperate, just written by men who want someone cock-hungry, although I think Draco would relish spitting that name at me and I would beam at the idea of him doing it.
“Now” His voice pulls me out of my daydream, it’s easier to watch him with my neck held up but the uncomfortable pain of it becomes distracting very fast. “I know you’ve never taken another man’s cock before, but you won’t lie and tell me you haven’t touched yourself.. If I am going to be the first then I want to see what you like, what you look like when you touch yourself”
With everything that has transpired between us the shyness that coats my slow moments wasn’t expected, one finger slowly slides over my swollen clit. Slick with my own arousal the relief has my head falling back against the mattress, I can feel my body trembling as the threat of tears resurfaces.
“So good Hermione, keep going” He presses, “Love watching you so open and fucking filthy like this for me”
Not combusting on the spot without his express permission becomes worlds harder when he’s talking to me, hearing the very things that would bounce around my head out loud is an outer body experience.
I can feel the burn of his gaze on me as my finger circles my clit, every dip into my slit breaking a moan from my lips and threatening to slip my heels off the mattress. With every wave of pleasure that crashes through me, I can feel my arousal heighten and gather around my finger, I know that I’ve ruined these sheets instantly.
Perhaps I would care about who’s bedroom it is if I wasn’t so pumped with need. Draco's hands land on my knees to keep me open, falling to his knees to watch my finger pump slowly in and out. The noises I tried to shield earlier fill the room, my neck aches under the pleasure but I don’t trust Draco to not take this feeling away from me if I let it fall.
My legs tremble at the shocks of stimulation that coarse through my body, desperation to stretch my legs out and pin them around his face makes my body ache. Feeling brave a second finger slides in with the first, unbridled and uncaring of anyone outside the sounds echoing in my chest increase. True relief was so close, just within my grasp and holy fuck it feels so go-.
“Stop Hermione” I wasn’t prepared for his edging, my hands spring off of my body but not without the loud groan of frustration that I can’t control.
Even Draco's voice strained as he made his command, his eyes still glued to my swollen and slick centre with a desire that I can feel scorching against my skin. Leaning forward he brackets a hand around my throat, feeling my racing pulse beneath his palm and pulls me into a sitting position.
Eyes narrowing at me when my hips rub against the hard ridge of folded material, I immediately stop the movement and roll my lips under my teeth to cover the moan. He holds me close, our hot breath fanning against each other’s lips, hot and heavy I shake in his hold.
“Draco?”
“You did so good you filthy girl, fucking your cunt so good just for me to see” He grins, fingers tightening around my windpipe as he pulls my slick fingers between us.
“Just for you” I nod, sucking in the immediate impulse to stick out my tongue for him to use.
Instead, he brings my fingers to his lips, his mouth is hot, tongue skilled as it traces over the ridges of my knuckles and savouring every drop of my juices. I never thought that having someone do that to me would make me horny, but it seems this man is a walking aphrodisiac. His lips plump as they run over my skin, my mind flickering to the other places on my body that would greatly appreciate movements like that.
Draco's grip on my throat doesn’t waver, pulling me closer against his chest and I would fall forward to the ground if his grip wasn’t so unwavering. A breathy moan leaves my parted lips as he slides my fingers from his mouth, tongue running over pink lips and a devious smile, gaze flickering between my bewilderment and parted lips.
“Do it” I plead, “Kiss me, please”
My words are tender, his grip on my throat and the way his lips come crashing against mine; is not. The metal buckles of the belt tied around his shoulder and across his chest dig into my bare skin, but I get a glimpse of the warmth beneath it and push harder. Fingers curling around the edges of his shirt, debating the pros and cons of trying to rip the rest of the fabric off of his body and he kisses me in a way that will screw us up forever.
Keeping Draco pulled against me, my arms slide up around his neck which forces his hand to drop from around my neck and slide around my waist. He tastes like mint, beer and the smell of the bonfire outside clings to his clothes, teeth nipping at my lips make me smile before he is pushing harder, fingers digging further into burning skin. I don’t want to win this game between us but roughness pulses through us, like we are trying to find out who can push further.
Nails dig into the back of his neck, dragging through curly hair that has fallen from the small bun at the base of his neck, my attempts at leaving him marked the way he has me rewards me with a pleasured groan. My back hits the mattress, his body hovering over mine and my legs hooking around his waist to press his erection against my wet centre.
The taste of iron infuses our tongues, the sting of the wound drives me against his mouth harder and my hips shift against his body for relief that never comes. Draco leans back again, using my hair as leverage to make sure I shift up with him, my tongue sliding over the trail of blood that sits under his lip.
The stupid need for oxygen gives us pause, my chest heaving as the warm trail of blood falls down my chin not that it isn’t swept up by his tongue.
The abruptness of him pulling back takes me off guard, hands encircling my forearms and sliding me off the bed until unsteady feet hit the ground below me. I never thought he would peel my heels off and yet I forget they’re there when they hit the ground first.
Draco's chest heaves, “Don’t touch” He reminds me, hands leaving me cold as he leaves me standing before him. Tearing the harness off of his torso, yanking off the open fabric of his shirt and pulling the fabric off of his tense muscles, tattoos I have never seen cover so much of his pale skin.
I curl my fingers into the palms of my hands, restraining myself from reaching out towards him and caressing what I keep forgetting isn’t mine. Eyes glue to thick ringed fingers that pop open the button of his jeans as his shirt flutters to the ground, the sound of his zipper is the only sound in the room aside from my laboured breathing.
Without his foot stopping me I finally press my legs together, feeling my pussy clench in frustration at the lack of proper stimulation. I can’t look at anything but his thick erection, pressed against grey boxers that mould against him. I've heard and felt so much of his attraction today already but seeing it makes that tiny slot of unease flutter away.
Draco's hand grasps my chin, fingers firm as he pulls my face to look back up at him. “How many men have you had in your mouth sweetness?”
I know without a doubt that he’s aware of the answer, “None, Draco”
One hand falls to my shoulder but he doesn’t push me down, I don’t need it before I am falling to my knees in front of this man. Legs sliding under the bed frame, and eyes wide as they gaze up at Draco, who’s grinning down at me while observing the way I stay perfectly still.
“You look so fucking filthy down on your knees like this for me Hermione” He groans, freeing his cock in front of me and baring the bar that slides diagonally through the skin beneath the head of his dick. I never thought that he would be pierced there, truthfully, I never thought this kind of experience would be in the cards for me even if I wanted it to be. “You want to suck my dick baby?”
“Yes” I nod, eager to put all the thoughts I have previously had about the act behind me if it means a taste of him on my tongue, pushing against the back of my throat and making him groan the way he did when we were kissing again.
My tongue slides over my open lips, my hands clasped together on my lap, nails digging into the tender flesh of my palms. Draco's eyes don’t waver from me as his throbbing cock slides along my tongue teasingly, he remains smiling even as the veins in the side of his neck bulge. The rivets of defined muscles on his abdomen get more pronounced as he sucks in a shuddering breath as my tongue smooths over the underside of his cock.
“You feel so good sweetness, so proud of you for being so fucking good” Draco praises, his voice a gentle rasp of its harshness before. “Wish you could see how good you look with a mouth full of my cock”
There’s no accurate way to explain the way his words make me feel, the excitement that pulses through me and clenches my abdomen in happiness. The praise that comes with being this dirty settles a dark part of me, pleasing him and knowing that he was enjoying something coming from me is addicting.
Instincts take over as his hand, buried in my hair, pulses me up and down his cock with my throat constricting around him at every deep thrust of his hips. Deep and slow against the back of my throat, his moans echo around the room and orange candles flicker as if also affected by the sound, Draco controls every facet of our interaction. Controlling every one of my movements like my mouth is a toy for his amusement and I swear I can feel the slick wetness of my centre hit my knee.
His teeth dig into his bottom lip, fingers tightening in my hair as his hips stall at the back of my throat. My body revolts around the intrusion, attempting to pull back as he holds me close against the base of his cock, my eyes stay glued to the sweaty expanse of his body. Eyes lingering on the patches of dark ink that cover his skin, the secrets he hides so well at school but match this darker side of him I have gotten to know.
Draco's hips pull out of my mouth with strength I wouldn’t be able to exude, spit dribbles down my chin but when I see that the sight makes him groan, I don’t wipe it away. Letting it drop down my chest and slide between the valley of my breasts.
“Stand up” Draco rasps, my hands hit the ground as I scramble to my feet. My knees ache from being knelt on the hardwood floor but I don’t shrink away from him, instead I keep my hands clasped in front of me until one of his hands slides around my waist and pulls me into his lips.
Guiding us backwards, until my knees hit the edge of the mattress and he takes us down onto the cool comforter. So much of the patience from before has fractured between us, need blossoms and desperation finally takes hold. Where roughness plagued before, hunger strikes now as his body crawls over me like an animal before it strikes its prey.
My neck tilts back as his kisses trail away from my lips, nipping at the soft expanse of my neck before his teeth cover the kisses and my hands are forced to cling to the hot skin of his ribcage. Finally, he lets me touch him and I don’t think I ever want to let go, the ache of longing for him surges when his bare knee slides against my pussy.
Teeth bite down around my nipples, tongue circling the sensitive bud as his fingers clasp against my other one, alone nothing has ever come from nipple play but right now it feels like it has the power to send me over the edge. The world is tilting, waves of pleasure coming more frequently until air strikes me cold and he pushes my thighs apart.
“So swollen” He groans, spreading his fingers and pushing me apart, exposing me to only him and yet my body aches to squirm away from him.
Draco's blonde strands hang down in front of his eyes as glowing orbs of silver mischief flicker between my centre and every emotion that flickers across my face, slowly the pull of another grin dimples his cheeks and for once I know I haven’t broken an unspoken rule. Pain rips through my body, a devastated moan pierces the air as his hand slaps against my pussy again, my whole-body throbs with the pain but my toes curl from it.
I don’t dare move my legs, not when one of his hands leaves me to trace a careful path through my slit. Taking care to rub lightly at my hip and draw amusement from the way my back arches and my body fights against every instinct that tells me to push closer and take what I need.
The feeling is light, my body screams in protest but the only thing that leaves my lips is, “Please Draco!” The pleas are a whimpering mumble of desperation, “Please, please, please”
“So desperate aren’t you, sweetness?” I can’t force myself to look anywhere other than his slow-moving hand, finger playing delicately with my swollen lips. “But you did so good, not touching me or yourself after I asked, I think it’s finally time for a reward”
I’m nodding, profusely, franticly and embarrassingly fast, my cheeks would burn from humiliation if I was capable of thinking about anything but his hands finally getting rid of this terrible ache. At this point I don’t think I even remember what it’s like to not be horny, to not look for relief in every touch or breath against my body and maybe that was Draco's plan all along.
Draco's fingers leave me, red scratches cover my thighs as he lowers his face between them, and everything stills when I feel his warm torturous breath against every swollen and sensitive part of me. Spread open and ready for him to finally feast on, the hunger I’ve seen in his eyes since he revealed he was under the mask, cracks.
His tongue is firm as the very tip of it slides over my clit, my inhale chokes me in shock as he flicks his tongue back and forth over the swollen nub. There was no running or jerking away from the pleasure, pain undercurrents every rotation and I pant, fingers buried in the comforter and prepared for him to pull away again.
Silver eyes meet mine, wet lips grin for only a moment before he suctions my clit into his mouth, it feels like my whole body is on fire as he continues. I can feel the vibration of his enjoyment throughout my entire body, I have to slap my hands onto my knees, so they don’t close around his head, when his tongue probes against my entrance.
This time his eyes don’t wander, at no point do they leave my panting chest or open mouth and water-lined eyes, every move he makes is based on every tremble that he pulls from my body. Suddenly his lips suck just over my clit, tongue running circles over the sensitive bud and his fingers probe against my slick entrance.
My orgasm taunts me, the wind of its intensity makes my body tingle and yet he keeps me hovering at the edge of an orgasm that has become the bane of my existence, these last couple of hours.
“Can I come, Draco? Please, please let me!” I beg, my voice rattling as my back arches and hips press my pussy further into his face.
Finally, he doesn’t pull away, two fingers slide easily into me, stroking my inner walls, hooking his fingers up as the sucking of my clit sends me over. I don’t just fall off the edge, I am flown right across it, and I swear that the only sense I am aware of is the rush of uncontrolled pleasure that shudders through me. Every part of me shakes, my legs tightening around his head as every continued thrust of his fingers elongates my orgasm, until my eyes roll back, and oxygen can no longer get into my lungs.
Draco is smiling wide and proud as he pulls away, chin wet, eyes more alive and brighter than I have seen all evening, if not for my dress balled up behind my back, I wouldn’t have the energy to see the look on his face right now.
“I- holy fuck, Draco, I think you killed me” I pant, my chest heaving and body tingling. “Thank you”
“Don’t thank me yet sweetness, you think after all that time waiting and proving to me how good you could be that I wouldn’t milk every ounce of pleasure from your body?”
Fingers still wet with my arousal spread my release around my centre, my body trembles when his fingers spread over my clit again. Although sensitive, my hips arch into the movement and when his fingers press inside of me my jaw drops open again, my body throbs around the intrusion and yet I want more.
I trust every move he makes, the way he controls every ounce of pleasure that his fingers contort my body with and as a third and then fourth finger slides into my pussy and that tinge of pain shakes my legs, I know we can’t come back from this. My whole body is throbbing as my walls stretch around him, my arousal dripping around his fingers with renewed enthusiasm. I didn’t think something could feel this good, but I feel stuffed full of him and the rush of adrenaline from my earlier orgasm only adds to it.
There’s no rush to his movements as his hand stretches me open, and my muscles contract with pained pleasure every time a moan rattles my chest.
“Look me in the eyes Hermione” Draco demands, my eyes whipping from the roof back to his strong silver gaze. I didn’t even notice that he had sat up on his knees to catch every look on my face, the scissoring of his fingers has me gasping and whining louder.
“I want to watch and feel every second of your virgin cunt squeezing my hand before I fuck you with my cock”
If my muscles didn’t clench around his fingers from the filth of his words, I might have questioned the validity of the whole virgin cunt thing now that his whole hand is fucking my pussy.
My eyes blur with tears as they flutter, Draco's gaze doesn’t waver and I can’t stop my eyes from rolling back, his fingers slide into my mouth to muffle the sound of my scream as I come again. Where the first one had knocked me down, this one has crushed me under the weight of sheer pained bliss that rolls through my body in drowning waves.
For a moment it feels like the waves of ecstasy are never ending, Draco's chuckle reverberates around me as his fingers slide from my opening and rub across my clit until a gush of arousal makes me squeal. I try to twist away from the feeling, tearing Draco's hands away from me pressing my thighs together to ease the sensitivity.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful” Draco murmurs for the second time, hands smoothing up my thighs as I lay trembling, my body twitching the aftershocks of two rounds of such intense pleasure.
My voice wobbles, a husky rasp from the screams of pleasure he has ripped from my body. “Do I get to have you now?”
Draco's face lights with happiness, like I have given him the greatest thing he could ever ask for and it only makes my heart race faster in my chest. “So good for asking Hermione” He coos, stroking damp hair back out of my eyes as his hips slot between my open legs. “You want more? You can handle it?”
Despite the intensity in his eyes, I know he is being genuine, “I’m good, I just want you so bad” I confess, somehow this man has taken me from one-and-done with myself to multiple excruciating orgasms before I could process the change.
The sass I had possessed earlier has long faded under the submission he has pulled from my body; he pulls my hands to his chest. Letting me feel the soft, damp skin of his chest show the angry red scratches that my nails leave behind as they dig into his shoulders as my legs shake and pussy clenches in anticipation.
His hard cock is angry, the tip red and the veins down the shaft inflamed as it lays against my inner thigh, the sensation of it sliding against my sensitive skin makes me whimper. Draco's lips connecting to mine and swallowing the needy moan, “I need to fuck you now”
“Yes” I plead against his lips, swivelling my hips against the tip of his cock.
“Correct answer” He groans, flipping me over onto my stomach and spreading my thighs apart, his arm stretching under my hips and pulling me up. My cheek presses against the comforter as his hands slide over my reddened ass, reigniting the sting of punishment
“Please” I moan, his fingers spreading my cheeks and cock nudging against the sensitive flesh but not hard enough to enter, just to make my body quiver.
“Gonna feel so good, so fucking dirty being spread open for me to take” Draco praises, “No one is ever going to know how it feels to be buried so deep inside of you, this cunt is mine”
His hand swats at my ass as my hips push back against his length, slowly he pushes into me, the hard ridges of his cock have me gasping with desire. Relief seers against my nerves, finality settles into my chest and somewhere deep inside of me I knew that it was going to be Draco, from the first time I saw him.
“Yes, I want that” I moan into the blanket.
Pain shudders through me, pleasure pulses through my clit as he slides deep into me, stretching me further than I knew I could go. My fingers curl around the comforter as he presses into me, deep, rough strokes that have my body trembling and as the pain disappears, his fingers dig into my hips and his thrusts slap against my thighs.
He rips a squeal from my lips when his hand spanks over the sensitive skin of my ass again, fingers rubbing fast over my clit and the overwhelming stimulation crushes down on my lungs. Saliva drips down my chin from where my mouth hangs open, pressed into the comforter as the world spins around me as I throb around his cock and my toes curl. The orgasm that races through my body is sharp, it tenses all of my muscles and locks me into place as Draco's hips slam me all the way through it.
“Hermione, so fucking greedy, aren’t you?” He grunts to himself, pulling out to flip me over onto my back. “Your pussy is desperate for my cock, huh? Isn’t that right you desperate little whore”
Draco's hand squeezes around my throat, pressing me into the mattress as he leans over me and slaps his hand down against my clit. My body reacts the exact way he wants me too, my fingers dig into his forearm as he keeps me pinned down against the bed, not letting me roll away as a second slaps sends hot bursts of delicious pain through my body.
Tears trickle down flushed cheeks, his hips keep my legs from closing around his hips, that dangerous smile that I thought was gone has sprung back to life. “Oh, fuck sweetness, you’re going to come from me spanking your cunt? Fuck, come on sweetness, give it to me!” He groans.
He's right, there’s no helping the orgasm as it winds up through my body, my body shakes and squirms but he has me trapped. Tears slip down my cheeks, a scream rips down my restricted throat and the feeling of my orgasm tearing me apart sends me spinning.
I don’t get a chance to breathe, his hips press back against mine and his cock slides back inside my drenched pussy, our bodies feel like they’re on fire as they connect. His hand drops from around my throat, my fingers dig into the bleeding skin of his shoulders as his groans of pleasure vibrate against my skin.
Sweat drips down his chest, fingers curling in my hair as he rocks into me even faster, my thighs quivering as his body shakes with the ferocity of his pleasure. “Fuck baby, yes!”
Draco's cock swells as he spills inside of me, my arms cling around him as our chest presses together and the warmth of his release slips from between my legs and finally, after all of the teasing. Silence and serenity washes over us as he turns us onto our sides, my body aches in the most delicious way and I finally get a true glimpse of him.
“Thank you” I whisper into the darkness, the neon sign above us and the last candle still cast an orange hue throughout the room. “I’ve always wanted to almost die from orgasms”
Draco's breathless chuckles vibrate against my body, chin resting against the top of my head as he holds me against his body. “The greatest wish of all time, I’m glad to have fulfilled that for you”
“Almost actually killed me” I grin.
“Is this the appropriate time to ask if you want to get breakfast in the morning, get to know me since you claim you’ve never seen me before” He quips, the sarcasm in his voice gives away how he has always known it was a lie.
Considering the punishment that is going to bruise my ass and maybe even my vagina, I already knew that he was aware, but what he doesn’t know is that I kind of counted on his offer. “I’d love to Draco”
It was all part of the plan anyway.