Chapter 46
“Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
Draco hadn't made it down the hall of their common living space, that he cleared a side table of its contents to set her on it. A vase crashed to the ground, spilling flowers and trinkets to the ground. That blue dress of hers that had been teasing him all day. Its slit rose up her leg and then some, bringing his gaze toward normally concealed parts of her body he had been privy to on occasions.
She laugheed softly before kissing him back. Her fingers found their way into his hair, brushing through the blond locks as she drew him in. The claim of his lips was all-consuming as he pulled her into a heated exchange. Kissing her was easy. He'd held back from the dungeons all the way to this point. He knew he couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop himself. Not when she tasted so good. A mix of sweetness and tea the likes he'd never known. From her cheeks, his hands roamed down to her neck and shoulders, smoothing her front and palming her breasts. He didn't linger long, easing down her front to find her thighs. Strong, firm muscular lengths that had so deliciously straddled him over the last few days. His kisses made her melt and had her wanting more of him, wanting to know what exactly he wanted to do to get back at her.
"I believe I left you wanting in a similar manner," he reached beneath the fabric of her skirt for her knickers, as his fingers trailed up under her skirt, she spread her legs a little for him as she pressed in closer, eager for his touch, especially after everything. At least one obstacle was easier managed than the other.
"I do believe you did," she breathed, letting him remove the pair of knickers without much hesitation. "You seem to have a penchant for having me on tables..."
"I hardly consider the last time as having you," he reminded, pocketing the undergarment before casting a quick cushioning charm beneath where his knee met the floor. Within seconds, he was kissing up her thigh and vanishing beneath her skirt. His tongue slid over her folds. He'd barely enjoyed her in the foyer before their rude interruption.
Unlike the last time, he couldn't lay her so much as prop her off the table's edge. Somehow, it was even more attractive, perhaps because when he glanced up, he saw her there above. Towering and exposing herself to his actions. I have a penchant for my wife, he recalled.
Her thighs stayed spread open for him as he reminded her of that, and she watched him sink back to his knees in front of her. It had her shiver, seeing him like that. She knew exactly what he could do with that mouth of his and time. And he seemed to have nothing but time, and she intended to enjoy it. Enjoy him. A soft gasp left her lips.
Looking down at him as he pushed up the skirt of her dress to more easily get at and watch her as he worked, lightly biting down on her bottom lip.
That silence just wouldn’t do. Not when he knew what could fill this usually quiet part of the house. This time, he wouldn’t have to fear the risk of interruption. Not here.
He canted forward, bringing his lips to her core, licking and flicking every spot he had learned to build her quickly and make up for their last time.
If there was one thing she had learned about her husband, she should have realized he wanted her loud. He seemed to make it a personal goal to see just how loud he could get her to be.
Her hand tightened in his hair at that lack of hesitation. His focus on each spot drove her wild and made her moan. She arched into his mouth, breath hitching as desire burned through her, making her incredibly slick for him.
Every reaction only spurred him on. Those soft sounds announced her liquefaction. One, he teased, slipping two digits into her to time with his tongue. He took turns between flicking her clit and curling his fingers inside of her. As much as he wanted to get her where he wanted her, he had every intention of being as patient now as he'd been with her in the foyer.
It would be different When she would cry his name this time. He'd had enough playing house, enough of being controlled by magic and limitations. No more teasing the inevitability of their chemistry and darkened desires.
One of her hands gripped the side of the small table, having much less room here than she had on the table in the foyer. If she squirmed too much, she was liable to fall off the edge of the small table or lose her balance. So she had to stay still and trust that her partner wouldn't let her slide off the damn thing. Her breathing was a little more uneven, and those slow licks and laps, along with the slow curls of his fingers, had her whimpering in pleasure.
A mix of whimpers for more and moans of pleasure left her lips. Of course, he took his sweet time to build her again, just like the foyer. She should have known a bit better than to think he would simply build her quickly. The man liked to make a point, and she had a feeling he was going to make one hell of a point with her.
Draco kept her on the edge. She was at his mercy as he listened for those sounds, keeping her needing him with every delve and flick. Pleasure could be easily attained, sated for a small moment, and yet, he wanted more.
You'll come when I tell you to, he warned, slowly lapping around her clit as he gave her inner wall steady strokes, meeting her gaze. So many nights he'd give her more than enough; today, he would make it count, extend the pleasure beyond the quick rise and fall. And it won't be in this hall, he warned.
The slow laps at her clit with his voice in her head had her whimper, and she met his gaze with slightly wider eyes. You think you can make me come just by telling me? She couldn't help the sass after days of delivering it to him anytime she could. She could only imagine how frustrated he had been at her sassing behavior. Of her challenges. All of it.
A moan left her lips, and she almost squirmed, her hand tightening in his short blond hair. Will it not be?
Though he didn’t respond in as many words, he let her know with a quick combination of fingers and tongue just how quickly he could get her where he wanted. It wasn’t like he’d just demand it of her. Two weeks of honeymoon and quite the number of occasions had given Draco quite a bit to work off of. Even now, his thumb pressed to her inner thigh, more than conscience to her heart rate as he taunted her.
Oh Darling, no, he thought towards her, bringing her close to the edge before slowing. You’ll know when I break you apart because you’ll have begged for it so beautifully. His thoughts were the softest purr. And she would be appeased once he was done returning her days of sass.
Her breath hitched, and her grip tightened both on his hair and on the side table as she moaned louder. That quick shift in how he touched her had her trembling, had her want even more from him. It had moans falling from her lips as he built her up and closer to that edge again. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, pulse quickened by his touch, but as he slowed down, she whimpered again. It seemed he would be getting his payback for all of her sass, and she would have to weather through it if she didn't want to use a safe word....and she didn't.
Even with denial of that first release leaving a bitter taste on her tongue, making her crave even more, she let him have the lead. The control. She wouldn't have to think. Not really. I won't beg so easily, her words purred through his mind even as she trembled, going to try and hold out as long as she possibly could.
Those words were a gift. Perhaps one of the sweetest ones she'd given him. In battle, she'd hardly been one to tap out, and he hadn't expected her to make it easy for him like this, not with her strength of will. He'd be testing his limits as much as he would push hers.
We'll see about that, he challenged back, building her up again to hear those louder sounds and feel her gripping his with growing need. He wondered how much it would pain her not to have his hair to grip. A few locations came to mind as to where he could tie her.
Eventually, he took away his digits and licked them over—a soft moan escaping him at the decadence of her pleasure on his tongue. "Let's find you something more appropriate to wear," he taunted, offering his hand so they could make their way further into their wing. She had told him she'd had outfits commissioned for their nights together.
Have I ever made it easy for you to get what you want? she challenged right back at him. Her gaze stayed on his, heated and needy, as she kept moaning and letting herself make those sounds. They were sounds he enjoyed, after all. He wanted to hear her. To know what it was she was feeling. And she couldn't lie to him even if she could try to avoid answering his questions with more questions.
The slow build-back up from his touches had her moaning and had her want to pull him closer. She needed more. Wanted more. And it was tempting to make sure he would have more claw marks from her on him already. But that could potentially work against him for not submitting a report, couldn't it?
Watching him clean his fingers, she flushed as she stared at him. "Mmm, more appropriate? I half expected you to just want me naked," she drawled as she took his hand and went further into their wing with him.
"When I can take my time with you?" He looked at her with that gaze she often accused him of. You could just eat food, but presentation matters, he supplied, not quite trusting his voice when he had too many conflicting feelings. Sure, having her naked would be easy, but if he'd wanted easy in life, he wouldn't have measured himself to her since their school days.
Through the study, he opened her door and all but shoved her in. "Plus, I get to watch you pick something for me," he slicked his lips slowly. "You know I plan to make a wanton mess of you, only fair to let you set some terms." She could choose how to present herself. How hard she wanted to make it on him. "I could always just pick for you if you rather," he motioned to the walk-in closet.
Hermione Granger would have never expected him to level that look on her as often as he did. Nor would she have expected to like it as much as she did. Or crave it. Or want to keep seeing that look on his face. There was a lot that she would not have expected of this situation with him after all. I suppose you have a point. But how much control do you think you'll have with some of the outfits I chose? Her mind purred into his. Though it would make things easier for her, potentially.
As he all but shoved her into her room, she laughed as she looked at him and reached behind herself, slowly unfastening the clip and the zipper of the blue dress. She slid it down her body as she walked into the walk-in closet, now shielded from his view as she removed the bra. Then put back on a new set. It was strappy, mimicking a harness, and had been something she had commissioned just in case. There were straps across her thighs, a bit of mesh and lace that covered her core and her ass, but it could easily be removed. Straps crossed over her breast, covering her nipples, but they could also be removed. It was a tapestry of straps that hugged her body and showed off her curves. She pulled on a nearly transparent robe and tied it loosely around her waist as she strode out.
"We'll see if you can make a mess out of me, darling." She felt like she was slowly starting to actually mean that endearment.
While she dressed, Draco made a mental inventory of every last spell and item he had on the other side of the room that separated their two quarters. He had ideas, every night and moment with her had brought on a number of scenarios he had been wanting to put her through. It all hinged on the moment she came out in her attire of choice.
He hadn't bothered to respond to her about control. After so many times being out of control, he was beyond motivated to prove his point as much to himself as he did to her. Because it was also about him. Making sure that she hadn't obliterated his self-control.
He slicked his lips and looked at her in that get-up. He gleaned every length of black like a harness beneath the sheer fabric of her robe. "And you had this made before our wedding?" he asked with a perked brow. Before, they had discussed limits and how far they were willing to let one of them hurt the other.
"You are the one that pointed out my book habit before our wedding. This one was made after our wedding but before our honeymoon. I'll admit a few of the things I had commissioned were in a sort of...retaliation for the delay," she drawled as she watched him. She knew he couldn't harm her, so she hadn't seen the harm in commissioning something that could drive him crazy. Or perhaps it would have only irritated him? She couldn't be certain then.
"I dare say I've married a very naughty witch," he drawled.
A bit more of a smirk curved her lips as she took a few more steps over to him, arching a brow. "I do believe I've said before that I can be just as good, or just as bad, as I want to be. Or is desired of me," she purred, teasing more than saying anything more. None of her other lovers had gotten her this way. No other man would either. They'd ensured that when he agreed to the fidelity vows.
"So you have," he acknowledged as if he didn't want to just flip her over and make her scream his name just because he could.
That drawl had her gaze meet his. She arched a brow. "I could always go and put something else on...I have quite a few things I could wear...."
How she could get him harder than the stone face of his manor was beyond him. And all she'd done was open that mouth of hers without actually doing anything with it beyond tease.
Closing the gap between them he seized the back of her neck and kept her gaze. "You'll do no such thing." His words a silky whisper. "This is..." he looked down between them at what little was left to his imagination. "Perfect."
Keeping that firm hold on her, he marched her out of her quarters into the study. There were so many ways he could enjoy her. And though taking it out of the bedroom could be entertaining, all his restraints were in a chest at the foot of his bed.
"I think I'm going to hang you from the ceiling," he mused, curious as to how she would take such a statement.
The way he looked her over had heat rolling through her, keeping her just as hot as that teasing mouth had been keeping her in the hall. His voice was becoming just as arousing as his touch, and it would be a lot easier to turn her brain off than it had been the last time. And this would be something that she craved more if she wasn't careful.
"Glad you think so. I was beginning to think it might be too much," she teased, even as he guided her by that hold on the back of her neck. It made her feel possessed, controlled, and she felt another wave of desire roll through her at the feeling.
His words echoed in her head, and she flushed a bit more, feeling that desire pulse. "From the ceiling? I see my choice of attire has been...inspiring."
That unmistakable dust of pink on her cheeks was almost more arousing than the taunting outfit she'd strapped herself into. He'd considered a number of ways to submit her only a few nights ago, but now the canvas was blank. His hand remained firm on her neck as he guided her to his chambers.
"Open my chest," he encouraged her. He wanted to see her reaction to every delicious piece in there. Things that could just as easily be used in torture as in the bedroom. "It seems I need to teach you a lesson," he taunted her. "Perhaps you'd like to choose how I do so." She was going to be the death of him, he was certain.
The grip on the back of her neck had her shiver, had a building heat spiralling through her. But she didn't hesitate to go where he told her to with that guiding touch. Didn't try to pull away from him either. And when he did let go of her, she walked over to the chest at the foot of the bed and moved down to her knees to open it.
There were countless kinds of ties that were in the chest. Ropes, chains, manacles, and some other material she wasn't sure she could name. There were blindfolds and gags, paddles, floggers, canes, and all sorts of implements to punish or torture that she wouldn't have initially thought for any sort of pleasurable endeavour before she read those books. There were clamps and different kinds of potions that would cause a number of sensations. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire as that blush deepened.
If he intended to hang her from the ceiling...she drew out ropes that almost appeared silver in coloration, a paddle, a flogger, and then glanced over at her husband with a raised brow. "Is there something in particular that you'd want to use for your lesson?"
A tingle seemed to live in his spine as she dug through his chest. Every minute expression she wore as she touched items. Some to cast aside, others to inspect. Every ounce of curiosity and fear weighed as he studied her approach to his task.
Her choice of ropes, the various implements she withdrew for him to play with. Though he didn't plan to always give her so much freedom in choice, he certainly wanted more than one night with her at his mercy. It would have to be worth her while, and though he would keep control, it didn't hurt to share some of it.
Unsheathing his wand, he pointed it to the silver rope, allowing it to shoot forward like a snake to bind her wrists. "I'm sure I'll find just the right item come the time," he responded, catching the other end of the rope to yank her forward. "You've been such a naughty witch," he reminded. "Not sure just how far I'll have to go..."
As that rope twined around her wrists, she felt her pulse quicken once again. A mix of fear and arousal. He couldn't hurt her. Wouldn't hurt her. She had a safe word. This wasn't like other times she'd been nearly captured or had to figure out how to get out of a situation. She consented to this and it was something worth exploring. Especially since she knew that he could not harm her. She was safe. Safe to surrender control and let him have it.
As she was yanked towards him, she took a few steps closer and lifted a brow with a bit of a playful smirk. The blush lingered in her cheeks, not fading as she tried to hold onto that sass and that teasing nature. "Have I been naughty?" She asked with a slight pout to her lips, but nothing but lust, mischief, and a little bit of anxiousness showed in her eyes. Jitters were to be expected. It wasn't like she let any other man tie her up before.
"So naughty," he agreed, leaning into her space, brushing his nose to hers and trailing along her cheek to speak against the shell of her ear. "Teasing me as you have," he slowly pulled her bound hands down. "Even now," he let her feel just how hard he was for a moment before sending the rope upwards. The silver length shot up to lace through a metal circle that appeared against the ceiling. Hidden in plain sight for such a thing.
He waited for the rope to fall behind her to catch it, keeping her arms well above her head. "I can do anything to you like this," he stepped to stand behind her. For now, she could still keep herself steady on her feet. A fact he might consider changing eventually. His lips trailed kisses along the back of her shoulder, and he sighed before nipping at the base of her neck.
With a few steps, he let made a quick knot against one of the bed posts to limit movement. Slowly he plucked the flogger and drew closer to her. He let the lengths of leather brush just above her knee and moved it upwards, trailing her with it. Anticipation could be just as delicious as its sting.
"Am I teasing now?" She asked with a raised brow, shivering as his breath brushed her skin, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. She could feel just how hard he was, and it almost made her reach for him before her arms were pulled over her head, and that rope looped through the circle on the ceiling. Glancing up, she looked for any other rings up there that she hadn't noticed before.
At his mercy felt so very different this way than it ever had when they fought. It still had her heart hammering in her chest, but it had desire pooling between her legs and craving more. The fact he hadn't let her finish out in the hallway didn't help. Not her, anyway. She was sure it helped his plans just fine as he nipped and teased her already.
Her breath hitched as she felt the leather brush along the back of her leg, keeping herself still and her feet perfectly flat on the ground to keep from squirming like this. It was so gentle, but she mentally tried to brace or when that gentleness would become a sting.
Every tendril slithered across her body. The back of her thigh, her plump barely covered rear, and across her back. All that skin he had at his disposal to caress and harm at his discretion.
“You’re always teasing me, darling,” he assured her, tightening his grip and striking against her right shoulder at an angle. “Even just standing there,” he nearly purred. His. She was his. Every last inch.
He struck again, mirroring his strike against her other shoulder.
The feeling of the tendrils had her shiver, but she made sure to stay as relaxed as she could with her arms over her head. In a different situation, this would have been more terrifying than thrilling. She could almost hear that assessment from Harry in her ears again. You're happy.....Maybe he wasn't wrong.
That first strike had her gasp a bit more in surprise than pain as she shifted in place. The sting had her shiver as she kept looking forward. She was prepared a little more for the next strike, not jerking in surprise.
"Just standing here is teasing you? Perhaps you're losing your edge," she playfully taunted again, glancing over her shoulder at him. Digging her hole just a little bit deeper.
Every gasp. Every breath. Every stare. Draco knew he was losing his edge based on how easily his mind offered him outs. He ignored it. He shoved all those weaker feelings in their box and ignored them. It had flared and sizzled as their gazes met. Occlumency meant detachment. It was a wall that kept his monster at bay as he struck down her back with precision.
“I lost my edge the day I let you live,” he reminded sternly. Stepping forward to brush his knuckles down her spine. From how he had her, those taut shoulders would need tending when he was done. He leaned so he spoke in the shell of her ear. “I’ve always wondered just how well you can beg.” His whispered words linger before he smoothed down her arse to feel between her things. Touching and teasing, but never staying in one place. Merely reminding her he could touch anything he wanted when he wanted. Even her strappy accoutrement couldn’t stop him.
That next strike had her arch with a gasp as she squirmed. She was utterly at his mercy. There was no escape, even if she wanted one. And she didn't know if she wanted one in the first place. That stern reminder had her brow arch as she glanced over her shoulder at him, especially as his knuckles brushed down her spine. It had a shiver work its way down her body. The whispered words had her shiver, and she honestly wasn't sure. She didn't beg for mercy. Not even when she had been tortured in this house at seventeen. A lifetime ago.
What would he do to her to get her to beg to come undone? His touch had her breath hitch, but she held back the moan as he teased between her legs through the fabric of the lacy knickers. He could touch her anywhere. And she was pretty damn powerless to stop it. It was rather erotic. "I'm pretty sure you still have an edge...."
For killing her? He had most definitely lost his edge to this very desire. It had taken months of failure to realize that he'd wanted more. Still, he wasn't about to share that tidbit, not when she was inviting him to pull more of those sweet sounds from her. Whether that would be enough to make her demand what he promised was yet to be seen.
When he pulled away, he struck low and hard on her back, wanting more than the sting he'd left her with. A motion he repeated against her back. It would be warm to his touch, and he would enjoy soothing every angry portion of flesh. "You always make the sweetest sounds for me," he praised. He'd enjoyed them while torturing her; when she would let out the occasional gasp or whimper slip, but like this? It was so much better.
If he'd lost his edge, she'd lost hers. At least where he was concerned. Killing him wasn't even on a list of desires or priorities. And the more he focused on her like this, the easier it was to think that she might be able to find contentment. More than she thought she would get during this war. But she gasped as he struck her again, squirming a bit more as she trembled.
"How often did the sounds I made in that club torment your dreams?" She bantered, though she sounded a little breathless, getting turned on by the feeling of helplessness, the loss of control, and even the pain from those strikes.
Those sounds had been everything. They'd changed everything. And it had him keeping those firmer strikes in retaliation, only pressing himself to her when she was a nice deep shade of red across her back. He let it rest against the firm pressed robes he wore, shouldering some of her.
"How often did you wake up with a hand between your thighs wishing it was me since then?" he demanded, tracing lengths of black fabric across her hips, and then crossing the open space of her abdomen to remove the straps that covered her nipples, giving them a firm twist before palming her breasts. They were perfectly sized for his grasp. And from above, he loved the sight of them.
Those firmer strikes pulled whimpers from her as she kept herself as still as possible. Jerking in the restraints wouldn't help her any. Her feet firmly on the ground was what helped and if he decided that he wanted her to struggle more or to be unbalanced, all he had to do was adjust the rope. He could do anything to her. And it was thrilling. Even as blush filled her cheeks.
That question wasn't one she wanted to answer. It hadn't been that often, but it had happened. The strength of that orgasm had shattered something loose in her and made her crave more. A more that no one else had been able to give her. "...A few times," she murmured quietly in admittance, giving him that at least. Though as he twisted her nipples, she gasped louder, the sound turning into a moan as he palmed her, arching into his hands.
Knowing that even when they'd vowed to end another, she had reached down to tease herself with his name on her lips. He was so hard, and he didn't hide it from her. He couldn't when she was so close. As he palmed, he let the flogger caress her front as if toying with the idea of striking her again.
"Very naughty witch indeed," he stood by his initial assessment, smoothing down her body to reach beneath the fabric with his left hand, brushing her clit with a finger while he exchanged the flogger for his wand. As he teased her, he used magic to tug her ropes, pulling until her toes barely brushed the ground. With her unsteady, he pulled away, allowing her body to adjust to the new loss of control. His hand remained in her pants as he stepped to face her. He had to look up the slightest bit to meet her gaze with her hanging.
It had been desire. She still hated him but couldn't hate what he had done to her, how it had felt. You didn't answer my question. Her mind crooned into his as she trembled. The feeling of the leather of her skin had her almost craving another strike, but she took in a slow breath before a moan left her lips as he brushed her clit. She spread her legs a little further apart, letting him touch her a little more easily. She wouldn't beg yet, not by a long shot, but she could enjoy the feeling.
But it was far too short as he adjusted the ropes, making her gasp and almost squirm. Her toes barely brushed the floor and put a bit more tension on her shoulders, making her wrinkle her nose just a little. She'd been through worse. This would be fine for a little while, but with most of her weight there on her arms, she'd have to be a bit more careful as she met his gaze.
Draco slipped two fingers into her, loosely settling his thumb so her own careening would give her that added pressure. "You want to hear how I thought of those sweet, sweet sounds of yours for days after that night?" he demanded, leaning in as if he'd kiss her, but he did no such thing. Not if he wanted to tease her as thoroughly as he planned to.
"You plagued my dreams the nights I could sleep," he admitted, increasing his pace inside of her, curling those fingers as he sought that soft and firm spot inside of her. "I wanted to hear you again and again and again," he promised.
Hermione moaned as soon as those fingers sank into her body, trying to find a way to arch into him with her toes barely brushing the floor. It had her whimper, craving more of him as her gaze stayed on him the whole time. She tried to lean in, her gaze dropping to his lips as her breathing became more uneven. "Mhmm," she answered, the sound itself almost a moan as she took him in.
It didn't take him long to find that soft and firm spot inside her. It had her hips buck, and she moaned, tugging on her wrists just a little bit. They were ruining each other. She could feel it in how he touched her, in how she responded to him, in how she craved more and more and didn't care if she shouldn't have wanted him this badly.
Every sound she made encouraged his fingers. He continued that slow, steady pace, brushing his thumb to her clit every so often, adding to his motions. As much as he wanted to kiss her, he merely kept her lips within reach, breathing in every pant and moan as they fell her lips with a hint of mint still on her tongue.
That slow and steady pace made her crave more. It kept her torturously from building too quickly or too much at all. And her breathing became a bit more uneven as she watched him. Her lips stayed parted as her gaze moved between his eyes and his lips. Her toes brushed the floor, attempting to get some sort of leverage so she could arch into him.
Pulling his hand away, he used her new unsteady position to turn her around. "Don't you want to tease me with those beautiful sounds of yours?" He breathed against the side of her neck. He nipped down her neck and against the heated flesh of her shoulder as his seized her hip. He could just imagine filling her like this, leaving her on the verge of swinging out of control with every thrust. The sort of images he didn't hold back from their bond.
A whimper left her as he drew his fingers out of her and away from her body. As he spun her around, she squirmed a little. A shiver racked down her back. The feeling of his warm breath against her neck had her eyes flutter a moment, and she groaned softly, tilting her head a little bit more for more contact. She needed so much more. Her cheeks heated again, and she trembled at the idea of being at his mercy in that way.
Draco wondered if she realized how alluring she was like this. Those soft sounds, the way she trembled for him. If he pressed a hand to her pulse, he was certain he'd hear that flutter in her heartbeat. He'd heard many a whimper and moan in his life, but she made the clubs sound like poor attempts at erotic sounds. She sounded downright indecent, and he lived for it.
"You could have everything you want and more," he teased her, pressing the side of his hand to add to the friction, working faster to build her while ensuring she remained within the realms of that pleasurable plateau.
That added friction again had her gasp. Her hips bucked right back into his hand, almost making her slip a little bit more at the moment. Everything about how she was tied up for him left her at his mercy and at just as much risk of accidentally pulling away as pushing closer. "Not....Not begging," she gasped even as she trembled, her voice more breathy, almost a moan.
Her eyes fluttered, and she could almost feel her heart racing as he continued to work her up with that delicious friction. The desire kept burning hotter, and if he kept this up, it was going to border on a need.
"So unfortunate," he drawled, keeping that pace and friction a while longer, pushing until he knew she was close. He wanted her to need him. Needed her to be wanton with such feelings. "Teasing me like the naughty witch you are..."
A whimper of a moan left her lips. She squirmed, arching into his fingers, her breathing more ragged as she watched him. "Teasing....you?" She asked, not quite as incredulous sounding as she wanted to be. Instead, she sounded breathy, needy, and on the verge of being completely wrecked.
"Teasing me with just how delectable you sound." It would sound even better if she were begging. He had to keep remembering what he wanted from her. Teasing her a while longer, he sighed and gave her cunt a squeeze before pulling his hand out from her knickers.
"W-who's making me make those noises?" She countered back, but all of her accusations and bluster fell short. It just sounded needy, almost like a whine to her ears. She was so close to caving and begging for him to take her. To fill her and make her forget anything but his touch. While they wouldn't have time for this all that often, she was sure she would indulge in these games with him when she could.
Turning her, he made her she saw his fingers disappear past his lips. "You taste so good," he offered her with a light moan. But she'd taste even sweeter later. Unsheathing his wand, he let the rope come undone at the ceiling, sending her forward.
Watching him clean his fingers of her arousal sent another pulse of desire that had her tighten on nothing. She wanted so much more. Before she could focus on that, she stumbled forward as the rope was released. She barely caught herself, her bound hands bunched in his shirt and her forehead almost resting against him as she trembled, a soft groan leaving her lips. She flexed her fingers a little, tightening them on his shirt.
Seizing her fingers, he held them almost too firmly. “Now, now, darling,” he tutted. “I didn’t tell you you could touch me,” he reminded with a hint of warning as he eyed her. Sheathing his wand, he gripped the rope. “Perhaps having you crawl to bed might inspire you to do as I ask…” he looked at the floor expectantly as he held her restraints like one would a leash. “I do so look forward to the paddle you chose..."
She winced, glancing up at him before batting her lashes. "It was that or fall, darling," she breathed. She didn't try to wiggle out of his grip or try anything cute like grabbing at him. Behaving just enough. The idea of crawling to bed had blush fill her cheeks for a whole new reason, and her eyes widened as she looked up at him, glancing between the floor and his eyes with a bit more fire to her gaze. Still, she wasn't safewording out either. Even with that heat to her eyes, she carefully sank to her knees. With her hands bound together as they were she couldn't exactly crawl.
Was he not worth falling far? He didn’t want the answer. Not when she was sinking on elbows and knees to do as demanded. It wouldn’t be with cattish grace. No, it would have to be hip-driven. The way he knew those hips could move, he didn’t mind the lascivious sight he was in for. While she got to work, he summoned that paddle and walked beside her.
Noticing no shift in how her hands were bound, she carefully moved onto her elbows and forearms. It seemed like he wanted a taste of humiliation for her. Possibly because she was working so hard not to beg for him. It was slow to crawl towards the bed and required more of her hips to drive her forward without her hands. But she made a go of it and tried not to focus on that paddle that was in his hand as he walked beside her.
Every motion of her hips forward reminded him just how wonderful they felt riding him, a thigh on either side of him. He'd never felt jealous of his floor before. It hadn't stopped him from enjoying the sight, palming that paddle at the thought of just how wonderful it would sound against that ass of hers.
Hermione only stopped once she reached the bed and settled back onto her knees. At least the crawling had cooled some of that heat, but it made that desire pulse through her. Growing from want to a need. She wanted so much more from him but wasn't about to make it easy.
With a point of his wand and a flick, he let the end of that rope slither up the bed and around a post at the head of the bed opposite to where they were. "Mmm I suggest you follow it before it drags you," he encouraged. Either way, he'd enjoy her climb atop the mattress.
Watching at the end of that rope moved, she almost groaned before pushing herself up to stand carefully. Moving up onto the bed, she moved up and towards the headboard, staying on her knees for the time being with her wrists secured to it. Looking back at her husband, she tilted her head just a little bit. "And what do you have planned for me next, darling?"
Draco watched her settle in, taking what little power she had. It had him settle the paddle down for a moment to study her. Reaching forward, he settled his hands on her hips in a manner he hoped reminded her of the few times he'd enjoyed her this way. "Since you won't beg for me, I fear I have to continue making a point," he set a knee between her thighs as if to test the height. Pressing himself against her arse, letting her feel just how hard he was.
Hermione shivered as he pressed against her, biting down on her bottom lip gently before she took what initiative she did have to grind back against him. She watched him, keeping herself still even as her heart raced. It was tempting to give in, but she would hold out for as long as she possibly could. It would make giving in that much sweeter for them both when it happened.
"You know what to do if you want it," he reminded, pulling away to pull down her knickers halfway down her thighs. As tempting as it was to remove them, he couldn't calculate how long she would last like this. With the paddle settled comfortably in his palm, he let it roam over her rear. "Count for me," he demanded, drawing a small circle against soft flesh before pulling away. He took a breath before firmly bringing it down against flesh. He held it still a moment before pulling back again.
The fact that all it would take would be to give in and beg for it made it incredibly tempting. She could feel just how hard he was. Could feel how badly he wanted her too. It had her ache for him. But no giving in after having just crawled across the floor. As she stayed up on her knees, hands up at the headboard but at least able to rest on the bedding, she almost scoffed. Count for him? But with that first strike she gasped and took in a shaky breath. "One."
That airy word that seem to fall with her very respiration was heady. He was struggling against his pants, the fabric slowly becoming unbearable. He struck again as if the sound of paddle to flesh slapping through the air could make it ease his tension. A reminder that her body would feel so much silkier and welcoming when he finally got to enjoy it. He struck again, alternating between cheeks as he worked to build a nice shade of angry pink.
She barely managed not to squirm at the next strike, her breath hitching slightly. "Two," she managed. The sound of the paddle didn't help. But she stopped looking back at him as her cheeks flushed. Why did she have to like an edge of pain with her sex at times? It was making it that much easier for him to keep her aroused and wanting. "Three." Each strike had her counting, though her voice alternated between breathy gasps and whines or whimpers.
"You'll remember this for days," he promised, going in for a fourth strike. "I might even be inclined to have you like this, let you feel that heat with every thrust..." There was more than one way to tease, and she seemed to like knowing what he planned to do with her. It was an inkling he had, one he wanted to test, see if it changed those lower sounds for throatier versions he knew she was capable of.
"Four," she gasped and tried not to moan at those thoughts. Her hands tightened on the bedding under them. She squirmed. It was tempting to squeeze her thighs together, to try and add some sort of friction to that feeling. Her breathing was a bit more uneven again, not like when she had been built up so close to release. Clearly, she liked hearing what he wanted to do to her.
Though he could have peered through the bond, he just focused on those moans and what her naughty mind was likely concocting. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He struck, catching his own breath at his thoughts. Hadn't he recently teased riding her with her cheek against the floor.
The question made her bite down on her bottom lip. Lying wasn't an option. Silence was, but that would likely get even harder strikes. She nodded her head before she gasped softly and squirmed again. "Five..." her voice was more whine than gasp that time.
"How deep I could get like this," he teased her, punctuating his statement with another strike. "You'd moan so good for me..."
Shifting a bit more, she moaned softly at the next strike with the picture he painted. "Six....Fuck, Draco...." She wanted it. Wanted him. She was soaked and felt like she was on fire.
He paused in his strikes as she spoke his name. "I'd love to," he purred, leaning in to rub those heated cheeks. "I'd love to fuck you," he slid a hand between her thighs, hating how little self-control he felt when his thumb was slick from a single pass. His cock throbbed, and his heart hammered. He had to pull away to set himself back on track. Swallowing down with that paddle in hand, he braced himself, giving her that opportunity.
The sound of his purr had her almost whimper as she tried not to squirm as he rubbed her rear. That one pass of his thumb across her core had her whimper and almost buck her hips into him. She needed this. Needed more. As he pulled away, she whimpered, sinking forward a little. She wanted to bury her face in the bedding to keep herself from begging. That damn voice of his painting that picture had her breathing uneven. "...Please....please fuck me," she whimpered the words.
Draco set the paddle down so she could feel the shift on the bed. "You ask so nicely, perhaps you can convince me out of my clothes with that sort of request..." She would need more than a couple of niceties and a whimpered demand. It earned her a few buttons opening down his shirt, clearing his throat from the fabric that had felt too tight and warm.
Hermione looked over her shoulder at him, her pupils blown wide with desire. Her cheeks were dusted a bright pink, and there were light indents from her teeth on her bottom lip. "Please, please....I-" She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly and almost whimpered. He wanted more? Damn it. Damn him. But she wasn't going to stop. "I need it...Need you, please, Draco..."
That look in her eyes, the way she spoke those words. He pried open the rest of his shirt, peeling it off his body. Though it fell to the floor, it vanished as most strewn clothing did in the house. His breath hitched as she claimed to need him. He kicked off his shoes and socks, starting on his pants as she spoke his name. Even if she stopped, he doubted he had the resolve not to climb that bed and mount her.
She had half expected him to vanish his clothing and take her right then. But apparently, she had to keep begging. Had to keep trying to get him to fill her up. Her hands bunched in the bedding as she squirmed, wiggling just a little on her knees as her legs squeezed together. "Please, please," she whimpered but glanced back at him, knowing that if the next line didn't do something to him, she had to figure out a better way to beg. "Your witch needs you so badly. Please...I'll be so good for you..." And at least in the bedroom. For now, she meant it.
She hadn't made it to how badly she needed him that his trousers and pants were gone. He doubted he'd ever see them again. He was on her as she promised to be good, and fuck was it hard not to shake with need as he seized himself, slotting his body into hers with a powerful thrust.
That powerful thrust had her cry out as she whimpered, letting her shoulders sink down to the bedding but leaving herself up on her knees for him. Her moan was as much of pleasure as release as she trembled. Her head was turned to the side, allowing her to get deep breaths as he thrust into her so harshly.
"I need you too," he promised with a throaty groan, gripping her hip to keep her rear in the air. "You did so good," he gritted, struggling to keep his tone gentle against his harsh pace.
The reciprocated need made it easier. Made her whimper softly. The praise had her almost clench on him, reacting to that just as strongly as the degrading comments he'd made back in the club. At least her jagged edges matched his. "Feels so good," she whimpered. The thrusts did cause jolts of pain as he smacked into her reddened rear, but she didn't care. Having been teased to near climax three times was more than enough for her. She wouldn't dare request a change in position. Not when he felt so much deeper inside of her this way.
"Yeah?" he asked, keeping close attention to her reactions. He knew he'd be done for the moment she came on him. After all the teasing he'd put her through, he could only imagine how hard that would be. It made him moan.
"I need you to hold for me. I'm not ready for you to come yet," he smoothed over her back with a hand, pausing to firmly grip the back of her neck. It wasn't like she could go anywhere, but those harsh breaths she took made him yearn for more. His other hand pinched her nipple and trailed down until he added to that friction.
Her breath hitched at the pinch. She was arching into his hand, before it trailed along her stomach before she could get more attention there. As he added friction, she bucked back into him again. Her hands tightened on the bedding under her. Her knuckles turned white as she rolled her hips into his thrusts. "Draco." His name was half moan, and half pleading. More, more, more, more. Her mind projected without her wanting it to, just craving and needing more of him.
"A little bit longer," he groaned.
"Yes," she moaned the word. After having this drawn out, she savored every thrust into her body. Her hips bucked back into him, gasps and moans leaving her lips. She could feel herself building up more even as he asked her to hold on for him. A whimper left her at that, but she nodded her head. She said she'd be good after all.
The sound of his name on her lips like that was enough to make him buck more firmly into her. It was just as if he wasn't drilling her into the mattress, assaulting her with his cock and fingers in unison. Pain contorted his features as he held back. His length was sensitive from struggling against the fabric for so long.
"Fuck," he sounded, leaning back as he rammed into her with force. "Hermione," her name was a praise. Did she realize just how wonderful she felt? "Come for me," his voice wanted itself a demand, but there was a plea in its texture. A need for himself to release right alongside her.
Her legs shook with the effort of keeping her up on her knees as she clutched at the bedding. She moaned, unable to hold back her sounds as they grew louder. That intense pace had her building quickly as he rubbed at her and pounded into her body. It was hard to catch her breath as he drilled into her.
How her name sounded on his lips made her tremble. He was just as wrecked as she was. But those three words as he pounded into her after being denied so many times had her screaming his name as her inner walls clamped down at him. Pleasure rolled through her in waves and nearly made her collapse to the bed. Only his hands on her hips kept her up.
It was everything. He saw stars behind his eyes as she took him with her with a violence that was new to him. Her body’s seize was intense. Just as his orgasm shook him to the core. It had his hips struggling to deliver those final blows. Pushing wave after wave of hot liquid bliss into her. He’d denied himself. He felt it in just how much he burned for her.
And then it was over. A small eternity he would do anything to return to. Though he hated leaving her, he pulled out and leaned back on the bed to feel his wand. Despite his dwindling energy and desire to just rest, he couldn’t leave her like that.
Her body trembled with aftershocks of pleasure. A soft whine left her lips as he pulled out of her body, but without him holding her or inside of her, her body sank down to the bed. All of that had been so intense. The lines from the flogger were fading, but her arse was still red from the pounding she took from him and the paddle.
“I’m going to untie you,” he warned, snaking a shaky hand around her hips before pointing his wand at her wrists to release them. “Anything need immediate attention?” He shifted them so she was pressed to his chest. Her shoulders had taken the brunt of it. He would massage them soon.
Hermione lowered her arms as he released her wrists, shifting where he guided to press in closer to him. She shook her head at the question, her breathing slowly evening out. What did she even say to any of that? Shifting her shoulders a little, she winced but pressed closer to him. She'd had much worse before.
He smoothed over her, touching her, needing to keep her so close every inch of him that could touch her did. His face buried in her hair and shoulder, just taking deep, steadying breaths. He’d always known her begging would destroy him. He hadn’t been prepared for just how thoroughly.
I’ll draw you a nice hot bath in a bit, he promised. Massage you… He didn’t trust his tongue. His body was still processing. How tight he’d had to keep his leash and hold everything back until he couldn’t. He hadn’t really hurt her. Not the way he might have earlier on. He kissed her neck, and held her tight. Why did she have to feel so good?
She relaxed into him completely and wrapped her arms around him. Talking out loud seemed like a great amount of effort and she wasn't sure she could manage yet. So she soaked up all of the affection he offered and pressed a kiss to his chest. That sounds perfect...I'll need the moment to recover anyway. That was....
Words couldn't really cover it. That was the most she had trusted anyone. The most she had let someone in. A soft sigh left her lips as he kissed her neck and her eyes fluttered closed. He'd rubbed her shoulders the first time he tied her up too. Don't leave me until you have to....please. That intensity held her vulnerability as well. No one had gotten her to beg til now. Had touched her like he did.
He could never guarantee staying, but he’d do his best. Even if he’d wanted to lie, he couldn’t. Not to her. I’ll stay as long as I can, he tried to make the thought as soothing as he could. “You did so so good,” he praised her, petting her as he kept her close. Just thinking about it had him stir again, not that he could go for seconds. Not for a while after that.
Something had shifted. He wasn’t sure what exactly, but he could taste a distinct change in the air. It wasn’t his first time holding her after intensive encounters, but this was different.
That reassurance that he wouldn't leave unless he absolutely had to soothed something in her and had her shoulders relaxing as much as they could with that ache. The petting of her hair had her sigh softly. Being a brat hadn't been hard, holding out against begging to make them both wait for it? That had been much harder. "Yeah?" She asked softly, voice still breathy. She had been so loud that she was grateful for the spells that kept her sounds confined to their wing of the manor. "If that's what I get for teasing you...expect to be teased more..." Her blush deepened slightly. She had enjoyed that much more than any of her books would have had her believe.
Part of her had expected that he would have been much rougher, but she was glad he wasn't. Glad that this felt almost like easing into this more consensual game of cat and mouse. She felt oddly at peace being held by him like this. Sated. Content. And the very thing her friend had called her in surprise. Happy.
Trouble. His wife was absolute trouble. Still, he kept her close, pushing back a groan at her statement. Part of him had known she liked things rough. This had been soft, all things considered. He hadn’t wanted to test their limits too far and leave them both frustrated.
“I look forward to giving you a firmer hand then,” he kissed her temple. There were so many ways they could play this little game of theirs.
While this had been soft, she was enjoying what they were figuring out she genuinely liked. And she would allow him to do even more to her next time especially if he cared for her afterwards like he was starting to. That light kiss made her sigh softly, and she relaxed into him. "I'll enjoy it."
He’d been about to reach out with his wand when his arm began burning, pulling a hiss from the white-hot demand of summons. He knew he should have gone first, then handled his wife. And now he’d likely pay for it, too. After a steadying breath, he slowly pulled away.
That hiss from him had her pull back to look at him, and then she glanced at the mark on his arm. A soft sigh left her lips and she felt a wave of disappointment, abandonment, and something more vulnerable roll through her. But she quickly shoved those feelings down. She was fine. She'd put herself together after literal torture. This was fine.
"Go before you're in more trouble," she murmured, her expression a little more guarded. "You owe me a massage when you're back." She quipped as playfully as she could manage before getting out of bed slowly. Getting her wand, she summoned a potion to soothe some of the aches and went to go soak in his giant tub.