The Art of War

“A pretty face may be enough to catch a man, but it takes character and good nature to hold him.”
― Sir Thomas More

Eventually, the two skulking Aurors took their leave. Draco hadn’t appreciated the earlier insinuations. He didn’t care if it was protocol, and he’d eavesdropped enough through their bond to have known they had prodded. A member of their legislative branch in such a scandal, a prominent family no less. And though she had the security of his name, he was also convinced they would try to use her blood against her. That it would be some argument that she might have seduced the other man as she had her husband. After all, hadn’t the articles been riddled with such accusations when she’d been a teenager? By the time he’d returned to place Zabini in his stead with the reporter, his patience had been naught. Even if they’d merely wanted to make ripples from nothing, it wasn’t a narrative he’d allow again. An example had to be made.

“Now, where were we,” he studied his wife, opting to focus on her, his hands finding her sides, smoothing over the fabric before unbuttoning her blazer.

"Hmmm. I do believe we were dealing with guests, but if they're gone and taken care of," she let him ease the blazer open. The blouse beneath was fine enough, nothing special. Just an average blouse that suited her form rather well. "Then I do believe you were wanting to remind me that I'm yours."

It was something that she shouldn't have started to delight in as much as she did, but she did. They were here now, and it was going better in most areas than she ever could have expected.

Easing off the fabric from her frame, he eyed the blouse she had opted for. It suited her, but it would suit the floor even more. Leaving it for now, he began undoing the zip of her pants. He swore he heard her purr her last statement, and it had affected him, causing him to feel that rouse between his thighs. It would take more to make it uncomfortable, and somehow, he knew she would provide.

“I do,” he eyed her, pushing her trousers down and letting gravity achieve the rest. He would have made her walk naked through his home if it weren’t patrolled by various pairs of his men. “I think I have just the thing,” he plucked his wand and eyed the room they were in. With a soft whisper, a book shot forward. Opening it, he found the page he had in mind and used an image to create a diamond-encrusted-looking collar and leash.

As he stripped the blazer and left the blouse on only to undo her pants, she lifted a brow. The knickers were just as black as the rest of her outfit, with lace trimming them. Stepping out of her shoes easily enough, she then stepped out of the pants as they stood there in their study. Watching him, she glanced at the book in question before her eyes widened just a little bit at that.

"A collar?" She sounded just a touch incredulous. Hadn't it been enough that he had made her crawl to him, and she had enjoyed it? Enjoying this seemed a touch far, but she did like it when he bound her to the bed. Was this all that much different?

That shift in pitch in her voice was delicious. It had him send the book back and draw closer until his hand was in her hair. His pointed nose brushed against hers as though considering kissing her only to think better of it.

Her breath neatly hitched as he drew closer again, tangling his hand in her hair. Leaning in, her gaze dropped to his lips with that light brush of his nose to hers. How rude that he hadn't even kissed her!

“Is that a problem?” He asked, his free hand gripping her locks to keep her in place. She was his witch. At the end of the day, a diamond collar or a necklace there was no difference. Just a different kind of claim around that beautiful neck of hers. It’s much more comfortable than my belt, he teased.

"I...don't know..." she admitted, sounding hesitant but not outright dismissive. At least it looked pretty.

You don't lead me through the manor with your belt around my neck, she countered as she blushed. She did like his belt around her neck.

“I seldom walk you anywhere in our home,” he reminded. He had half a mind to kick Lauren out of the library so he could enjoy his wife. They rarely made it anywhere without taking flight or rushing. No. Not tonight. This was his home. His witch. He’d take as much time as he pleased.

“I’ll let you pick where we start,” he purred. There were so many rooms to play in. He wanted to strip her down further, but even he had his limits on how much he’d allow others to see.

"You don't. I have free reign, within reason, of the manor. Could probably redecorate if I wanted to." But she didn't. The manor had a strange sort of charm...sort of like her husband did. She didn't love him, she couldn't, she tried to tell herself, but she didn't hate him either. It made everything complicated.

Raising a brow, her cheeks flushed a little more. "Start? You planning on taking me to multiple rooms in the manor tonight?"

Draco kept his hold on her tight. “You didn’t seem to mind the foyer,” he recalled, letting the diamond choker settle around her neck. Freeing his hand so he could smooth it over her body, pausing to palm one of her breasts.

Hermione flushed a bit more. She hadn't had time to think in the foyer. His mouth had been there so quickly, and the memory of it had a desire spark through her. Letting him place that choker around her neck, she tried not to fidget, gasping softly as he palmed her breast. "...Only minded when someone walked in," she blushed as she admitted it.

“We could start right here,” he offered. The large room they stood in had hosted their guests before they’d parted ways. “Are you my good witch? Or do you need a firm hand?” He pinched her nipple through her shirt and bra.

The pinch had her whimper, the sound almost a moan as her eyes fluttered closed. "Mmmm... I...I think I can be good tonight. Unless you're wanting an excuse to use a firm hand..." She had been 'bad' last time, hadn't she?

“You can be such a good witch…” he praised, following her shirt buttons to their edge. His fingers brushed her thigh. Those sounds she made were music to his ears. Did she realize just how wonderful she was to listen to in such a way? “I doubt anyone will linger,” he promised. They had guests in the dungeons, and most of his men knew better than to stick around when they had to deal with law enforcement. He kissed along her jaw and again along her choker.

"I can," she breathed, shivering at the praise as she leaned into his touch, even as she blushed. She shouldn't want to be his good witch, and yet, she responded strongly to that all the same. Always did, it seemed, which meant that she was going to enjoy this while she could. "Well...if they don't linger," she murmured, tilting her head to make it easier for his lips to trail over her neck near the choker. "I'll be your good witch...and we can start here..."

Draco didn’t have to look around to know what was at their disposal. How many times had he sat on an armchair watching his father drink by the fire, two large hunting dogs laid at his feet? He’d hated this room growing up. The smell of smoking tobacco and firewhiskey. Hushed secrets and blood money a constant presence within its walls. He was looking forward to new memories. Something he wouldn’t have envisioned had he married anyone else.

“Show me how good you can be,” he encouraged, raking up her shirt to grip her hip. He lessened the grip on her locks, giving her some leeway so he could hold her diamond-studded leash instead, wrapping it around his fist a few times. She was still mostly covered, and she might as well have been utterly naked with how easily he reacted to her.

The leash being wrapped slowly around his hand had her almost tremble. He would have so much more control of her with that one length of leather than he did with that belt around her throat. Leaning in, she pressed kisses along his jaw and down his neck as she started to ease him out of his blazer and let her fingers start to unbutton his shirt so she could touch his chest.

Sinking to her knees with him having that grip on the leash wouldn't be possible without potentially hurting herself, but she nipped gently at his neck and smoothed kisses over where she nipped at his skin. "If you hadn't tightened your grip on that leash...I might have gotten to my knees for you..." she breathed against his neck as her hands smoothed over his chest by the tips of her nails.

Sweet, gentle promises. It had his chin nudge her just far enough to claim her lips. As much as he wanted to be hasty, he took his time with the exchange. Using the distraction so that his hand slowly unwound her leash a couple of times, giving her slack without letting her feel it yet.

“There’s nothing stopping you now,” he purred against her lips, nipping her plump lower lip as he dropped that length of diamonds between them. It didn’t matter that he’d kissed her for a part of the way home. He could never quite get enough of how warm she felt. And having her like this, knowing he could always yank on her chain, was more appealing than he thought possible.

Kissing him back, she didn't rush it either. His mouth was warm against hers, and she could taste the firewhiskey on his lips. It made her crave more of his kisses and more of the liquor. She'd settle for the whiskey if she couldn't claim his lips. How could his voice sound so good as a purr or as a growl? It had her shiver, and she nipped back at his lip before she used a bit of wandless magic to cushion her kneeling.

His shirt was left open on him as her hands trailed down his body and worked open his trousers, guiding them down as she settled on her knees in just her black blouse and her knickers. "True..." she drawled, leaning in to slowly lick from the underside of his cock, all the way to the tip to swirl her tongue around him. Her eyes stayed on him all the while.

Running his hand through her hair, he almost missed how it would get messy and untamed regardless of brushes and charms. It gave her a realness his world often lacked; most witches he knew were too vain to allow anything unkempt associated with them. From their very first encounters, Hermione had been different, exotic even. Even in his fantasies, he wasn't sure he'd ever had the gall to envision her like this.

Transfixed by the sight of her tongue disappearing beneath the length of him with teasing strokes and twirls, Draco bit his lower lip, preventing an expletive from escaping his tongue.

“Such a good witch,” he cupped her cheeks, trying not to guide her just yet.

Her tongue swirled around his length slowly, almost as if she was savoring the feeling of his on her tongue. Keeping his gaze as he cupped her cheeks, she parted her lips wider and took him into her mouth. It was a slow exploration rather than the hard and fast pace she knew he could take with her. But she was being good even if she might be skirting the line of good a little bit.

Taking him deeper into her mouth, she hummed softly, letting the vibration travel against him. All of this was meant to be enjoyable for them both, and while he did hold the power here, they had a safe word. So, who really had the power? Before he could tug on that leash, she started bobbing along his length with a steadier rhythm.

His spine tingled from her sounds alone, his skin feeling prickled by a magic of its own. Different from anything he knew. It wasn’t the call of darkness or the quiver of charms. When she touched him, it was something else. It didn’t take much to want to meet her motions. Despite his best attempts, he couldn’t stop from pushing forward against her warm tongue in search of the slick heat of her throat.

“Mmmm,” a rumble of approval escaped him. Between half-closed lids, he watched her from between his lashes. Every so often, his hand shifted to comb through her hair as though such a thing could produce an escape from the building tension he felt.

Watching his reactions was delicious. It made her feel rather powerful, even in this position on her knees. She took him deeper down her throat and held him there a moment before she continued to bob up and down. One hand moved to lightly grasp his hip, her free hand resting on her thigh.

As his hand combed through her hair again, she slowly closed her eyes as she lavished him with more attention. That felt good. And it made it easier to be here before him in a collar, her shirt, and her knickers.

If he had it his way, she’d be in nothing more than a diamond version of the chains she’d taunted him with a few nights ago. He’d certainly rectify that once they returned to their quarters. She was so good. Especially when she bobbed so readily over his length, eagerly welcoming him in that beautiful mouth of hers.

His hand wrapped around her leash, his grip firmer in her hair. As if it would hold him off from taking control. As if they held him back rather than offering better control to her.

He wasn't being nearly loud enough for her. She had moaned rather loudly when he had her spread open for him on the table in the foyer. Her nails lightly dug into his hip, adding pressure but not stopping any of his movements as she took him deeper at a more rapid pace. Good. This time she'd be good and more than likely be 'rewarded' for her good behavior. Despite her anger at what happened at Hogwarts, she had played her role beautifully. Patiently.

Nearly gagging when she took him too deep, too fast, she kept going anyway. She had on a little eye makeup, but not nearly as much as she had when he had ruined it for her.

That tightness from how her throat struggled against the invasion of his girth. It had deeper moans escaping him, her tongue and mouth coaxing sounds of pleasure from him. It didn’t matter how much he held back. She was too tempting. Every time he felt he regained control, she adjusted to make him lose himself in her.

“You take it so good,” he praised, bucking against the back of her throat, using his leverage to meet her tongue. He wanted to fuck her every single way he could. Letting go of her hair, he let his hand fall to her shirt to undo a few buttons, remembering his promise to settle between her breasts sometime. An image he offered her, how good she’d feel pressing herself against his length.

The sound of his pleasure was music to her ears, and she couldn't help but push further. She nearly gagged again as he bucked his hips. He was already making a mess of her, a bit of drool collected at the corner of her mouth again. But her free hand moved to help unbutton the blouse the rest of the way. Then, she moved both hands off of him to let the blouse slide down her arms and off to the side.

Slowly easing off of his length, she took in a deep breath before swirling her tongue around the tip again. Is that something you want now? Since I'm being good. You'll just have to let me walk out of here in your shirt if you keep getting me to take more and more off...

He nodded, not quite trusting words at that moment, not when she continued to be so good, all while exposing herself further for him.

“I can work with that,” he assured her and paused. He couldn’t deny the appeal of watching her walk through the house in nothing but his shirt. “You’re being such a good witch for me,” he continued to praise.

Drawing off of his length completely again, she licked her lips with a smile. "Oh, good. I thought I was being reasonable. Glad you agree." And at least then, it wouldn't feel as odd walking through the manor without pants or a skirt. His shirt would still be long enough on her that it could be a mini dress.

Reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor, as she moved onto her knees. "You punished me when I was bad. Does that mean I get a reward for being a good witch?" She asked as innocently as she could before using her hands to guide his length between her breasts, and she pushed them together.

Reasonable. Was there anything reasonable about anything they did together? He tried not to overthink it. Not that it was hard with how she continued to tease him, leaving his hardened slick length bobbing a moment before catching it between her breasts.

“And what kind of reward does my good witch want?” He held back a moan as she squeezed him with her breasts. She felt so good and warm. His thumb smoothed over her lower lip.

Her cheeks flushed a little bit with what she was doing, using her breasts to pleasure him in such a way. This was not how she expected any of this to go in the least. As his thumb smoothed over her lower lip, she lightly nipped at it with a bit more of a smile.

"...You mentioned something about making a mess of me before...the night before I accepted your proposal," she explained quietly, trying not to blush worse. Why was she asking for this?

That fluster in her cheeks, the soft pillowy feel of her breasts, he couldn’t stop the moan that left him, not with how amazing she felt around his girth. His hands gripped hers, adjusting the pressure as she continued building him up.

“I’ve made a mess of you many times…” he slicked his lips. It wasn’t like he’d ever tire of doing so. “Though we haven’t added toys and potions too much, have we…” he eyed her with hunger. Would she oppose some of the things he wanted? “How many times?” He asked, a devilish look in his gaze. Four had been the most he’d given her, excluding the unending week of their honeymoon. He tried to keep focus, but the more she worked him, the tighter he felt wound up, that warmth pooling at the base of his spine. He wasn’t sure what ending he preferred, across her chin and chest or down her throat.

"You have...but in a single evening? Excluding the magic pushing us forward during our honeymoon," she murmured with a bit more flush to her cheeks. She continued with his adjustments, making sure she was taking care of him as she said she would. It felt strange to be doing this, but she was focused more on that devilish look that had heat rolling through her and made her wet with desire.

She seemed to contemplate that for a moment, her tongue slicking over her lips. After the marathon sex they had on their honeymoon, she could handle this, right? "...Six to eight?" She wasn't sure when she'd have to tap out, but she wanted to leave the door open to being able to.

His hips rolled into her chest. “Six to eight,” he nodded in agreement. By the end of this, she’d cry, and he would revel in it. In just how beautifully sore she would be for him.

“First one will be on my tongue,” he moaned more heavily. Where was something he’d leave up to her. He could think of a few places, including the dining room table, which felt appropriate.

“Lick it,” he encouraged her to lean in and add her tongue to the mix. How he pushed into her with her motions showed how close he was.

As he rolled into her, she smiled a bit more, anticipation fluttering in her stomach at just how sore she'd be. Would she even be able to walk without a potion? A different kind of aftercare would be needed after that, she was sure.

"I do so enjoy how skilled you are with your tongue," she breathed before looking down to swipe her tongue across the top of him, swirling her tongue around him before he drew back again.

He nearly came at the swipe of her tongue. By the time she swirled it around his sensitive tip, he couldn’t hold back. His hips jerked up as that familiar heat tore through him. A few strained curses fell from his lips as thick white strings of pleasure shot out of him. Breathless, he stood and watched her, gripping her tightly as he gave a few final thrusts to ride out the mess she’d wrought.

A soft gasp left her as his hips jerked, and he released over her chin, against her lips, and it dripped onto the top of her breasts. If she had been further away, it might have wound up all over her face instead. Licking her lips clean of him, she looked up at him with a chuckle. "Glad to see you enjoyed yourself."

Seeing her dripping with his seed was far more satisfying than he cared to admit. For a moment, he watched her, enjoying the sight a while longer before reaching into his robes for his wand. With a flick of the wrist, he cleaned her up.

Staying on her knees before him, she was grateful for him cleaning her with a flick of his wand. Hers was still in the pocket of her blazer. She'd reach for that momentarily.

“I plan to enjoy myself a few more times before I’m through with you,” he shrugged his robes to remove his shirt. He had made her a promise.

“Where shall I eat that beautiful cunt of yours?” He asked with a glimmer of mischief, undoing his buttons one at a time, her leash glimmering around his hand.

The crass words had her eyes widen slightly before she took in a slow breath. "...Dining room or the library," she offered more boldly than she felt.

It had been worth stepping out of his own bounds to witness her reaction to his statement. “I think it’s time to give Lauren a break,” he said, opting for the library. There’d be time for the table sometime, preferably as dessert someday.

As much as he wanted to make her discard her knickers, there was no way he was leaving those lying around. Slipping off his shirt, he held it behind her. Allowing her to put it on before encouraging her to her feet.

Slowly standing up, she was grateful for the cushion charm. Slipping her arms into his shirt, she buttoned it up to hide more of her from view. Draco got to see her like this. No one else. Once it was buttoned all the way down, just a little open at the top to teasingly show some skin, she picked up the blazer from the ground. The last thing she wanted was to leave her wand behind.

"She's absolutely earned a break," she agreed, helping to ease him back into his trousers and zip them back up. She doubted he wanted to flash anyone either.

His gaze never left her as she worked within the confines of her leash like the good witch she was. When he’d asked her to marry him, he had hardly expected a functional marriage, let alone one that would allow him such liberties.

“Come,” he demanded, beckoning her forward. It was the only warning he’d give before that diamond lead would start to pull.

There was a small staircase at the back of the room winding up to the second floor. Though he could have taken her through the foyer, they’d have their share of riskier areas to cross. For now, she was his to control, and it was enough.

The way he watched her had that blush in her cheeks still. He watched everything and everyone rather closely. It was impressive, especially with how he applied it. She didn't need to be told twice as she stepped forward after him, following his lead so the collar didn't bite into her skin.

Embarrassment had her cheeks flushing bright pink, but she didn't object. Didn't safe word out of this when she could have.

Every so often, he glanced over his shoulder to watch her silent fluster streaking her cheeks. “Such a good witch,” he praised her as they reached the landing.

Tugging her leash playfully, he beckoned her closer, bringing her flush by placing a hand on her hip. “You’ve been so good,” he kissed beside her lips, lingering to kiss her. He wanted her to enjoy this as much as he did.

The praise made her ache and crave more contact. Needed more from him. That tug had her almost stumble into him, but she smiled as he brushed his lips so close to hers.

"Only for you," she breathed before kissing him back. There was an odd thrill to all of this that she couldn't deny.

Even with vows backing her words, his spine tingled at the realization. She might have had other lovers, but he knew she was only like this for him. Had only pushed those boundaries for him. It was enough to make him stir. Pulling away, he brushed her cheek. It was so soft and warm, with that heat that seemed to reside in them. One that would likely blossom more once they made the scholar retreat for the evening.

Pressing his palm to a panel on the wall, it rearranged to open onto the second floor of the library. He led her forward towards the bannister. It was tempting to chase after his lips for another kiss. Tempting to try and draw him in. But she resisted the temptation and followed him through that panel. How many other passages were in the manor that she didn't know about? From here, they had an aerial view of the large room and its stacks. In the distance, they could see the redhead pouring over books, one of his men sleeping in the corner, keeping an eye on the woman, or rather, sticking around in case she had a breakthrough.

Walking into the library from up here, she looked down at the woman pouring over books and the sleeping wizard. It almost had her laugh. Possibly would have if she wasn't trying to be quiet. As she was trapped with her back to him, she shivered at his touches along her body.

Draco stood to trap her between the polished wood and his chest. He held her lead taut while roaming her body with his free hand. No one even shifted as they remained in view and yet off their radar.

“I’ve watched you from here a few times,” he breathed in her ear. Watched her rage and triumph, sigh and linger.

"Did you?"

The few times I had time to, he let his thoughts brush hers. Didn’t want to disrupt you though… She’d been so hard at work, doing His bidding. Even he knew better than to hinder such things.

At the edge of his shirt, he raked it up her thigh. Gently, he slid a hand into her knickers, teasing her. The number of times he had imagined touching her this way as she poured over a text. It was more often than he cared to admit.

I appreciate that. The other research I've been doing you can interrupt. But not this...don't want either of us in trouble... Not getting his things done would be bad for both of them. Before she could think too much about that, his fingers were in her knickers and teasing her body.

“Think you can be quiet?” He asked, nipping at her ear.

Pressing back into him, she kept her breath from hitching. She shivered and had to bite down on her bottom lip, worrying at it for a moment. "For how long?"

She was a sight to behold like this, stilling herself to the best of her abilities while containing those moans that were downright pornographic on the best of days. His fingers slid in and out of her slowly at first, pulling out to circle her clit and slide back down.

“Until you either can’t keep quiet or you come for a first time,” he decided, kissing down the side of her neck. She wanted as many as she claimed, he had half a mind to make her come twice in this room.

Hermione had to focus quite a bit. If she didn't, she was at risk of being far too loud this close to someone she was slowly starting to consider a friend. In the loosest form of the word, but still. She closed her eyes, her breath a little shaky as she tried to control her breathing. Deep and slow so she could contain the sounds.

A shiver rolled through her as he kissed her neck, nearly making her grind back against him. I thought you wanted to give the Muggle a break and have me come on your tongue first? It wasn't a refusal. No safe word and no backing away. But this would be difficult.

“I did,” his voice a near growl behind her ear. It had been the goal, but it was too good to pass up. Innocent enough, something they could carry into greater stakes. It would make certain functions more entertaining. “But I do so enjoy seeing you squirm,” he reminded in a gruff undertone. She was so delicious when she writhed like this, holding back those sounds he’d gladly fill the room with soon enough.

Her breath hitched softly, and she let her hands grip the bannister to keep her steady. In and out. She kept her breaths slow and steady and tried to ignore just how good his fingers felt sliding in and out of her. Teasing her. The sound of his voice like that made her knees weak. This man was going to completely destroy her.

Is there anything, other than when I stubbornly don't listen, that you don't enjoy about me? Her voice purred through his mind. Only teasing a little.

The question caught him off guard, causing his fingers to pause momentarily. Up until they exchanged vows, he could have made an extensive list of characteristics of hers that drove him mad. Now that they were employed to his benefit, however, it was harder to bring any forward.

Even your stubbornness has brought me pleasure, he reminded, slipping his fingers into her more firmly, the heel of his palm giving her that added friction.

That stilling of his fingers had her pause and glance over her shoulder at him for a moment. Raising a brow, she was about to say something before his words whispered into her mind had her blush a bit more. He couldn't think of anything. Before she could say anything more, she had to bite down her bottom lip to prevent herself from moaning. Her hips ground back against him as her hands tightened on the bannister. This man was going to be the death of her.

He focused on making her moan for him, on how her body arched into his and pushed against him. As she gripped the wood before them, he knew he was on the right path. Over and over, he repeated the motion, going more fervently to work her over a first orgasm. Then he’d kick the other ones out of the room and let her scream to her heart’s content. Focusing on her body was easier than admitting she didn’t annoy him as much as she should. That her presence didn’t aggravate him as much as should be expected.

Hermione barely held back a whimper, the sound muffled by her biting down on her bottom lip. If both of them looked up and saw them, she wasn't sure how she'd react. She had to at least try not to make a sound. Her hips ground back against him as she kept that white-knuckled grip on the bannister. I almost think that you want them to see... Even her mental voice was strained.

Draco smiled against her neck, nipping and sucking on her skin. That’s entirely up to you, he offered back wickedly. Even if they saw, what did he care? She was his witch, this was his ancestral home, and they were lucky to be within their walls. It wasn’t like he was exposed, not the way that she was. His fingers swirled inside of her before resuming their firmer pace. It wasn’t like they wouldn’t know exactly what would be happening once he sent them away, his leashed wife in tow. They’ll know exactly what we’ll be up to soon enough… his mind reminded.

Hermione whimpered quietly, unable to restrain the sound as he nipped and sucked at her neck. There were going to be marks again. And she craved them as she tried not to be too loud, feeling that pleasure building and building under his skilled fingers. Her breathing was uneven as she closed her eyes, trembling under his touch. She ground back against him again and almost whined, the sound cut off by her biting into her bottom lip. At least if she left her eyes closed, she wouldn't have to see either of their reactions when she did make a noise. The Death Eater she couldn't care less about. Lauren? Only in so much that they had to keep working together after all of this.

Those hardened breaths, the way soft sounds escaped her. Though he wouldn’t tell her, he cast a silent charm around them to quieten whatever sounds she would summon forth. Do you like knowing at any moment someone could see you fall apart? He was curious. It wasn’t like they couldn’t modify the muggle’s memories if it came to it. As for his men, he really didn’t give a damn what they thought they knew about anything.

She squirmed as another whimper left her lips, trying to hold out a bit longer. But it was a losing battle, and she knew it. He knew her body far too well at this point. He could drive her wild and get her off quicker than she could get herself off if he wanted to. I...I....don't know... She admitted it as she flushed deeper. Did she like knowing that? There was a thrill to the idea that they could be seen. And she supposed it was simply because no one could see her nude that he didn't mind the possibility of someone seeing them

He increased that friction, working her like one might an instrument. It was one of the few things he’d avoided in his well-rounded upbringing. He was somewhat thankful for it, though perhaps he’d have had more dexterity with it, not that Hermione had known his awkward years. No? He pressed to her mind, pushing her in every sense he could, deepening the mark he was causing into the side of her throat. There’d be no hiding their actions when they did make it down to the lower landing. He even spotted an emerald velvet chaise longue he’d set her on.

Her legs trembled as she felt that pleasure reaching its peak. Feeling his mind pressing into hers, she shivered. There was a thrill to this, to nearly being seen, but there was also shame and caution to it. How could she give in with complete abandon like this with him? She couldn't answer him. The combination of him deepening the mark on the side of her neck and those skilled touches had her finally moaning as she ground back against him, tightening on his fingers as her nails nearly scored the bannister.

Though her sound was beyond delightful, it was only his to hear. Still, he pressed against the clutching of her inner walls, letting her ride out those final dredges of bliss. Pulling away from her throat, he licked the harmed skin. “Such a good witch,” he praised her, giving her clit a few more touches before pulling his hand away. He held her close for a few moments. In the distance, the scene remained unmoved, his sentinel still lightly snoring in the corner while the scholar poured over her tomes.

She trembled and pressed back against him as she tried to catch her breath, even as he rode out her orgasm. Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she looked over her shoulder at him. As he pulled his hand out of her knickers, she was made abundantly aware of just how wet they were now. "Mmm. For you," she murmured, her voice still breathless. Looking down below, she was relieved to see that they hadn't reacted or moved. They'd realize what they were doing soon enough.

Draco turned her in his grasp, nudging her chin up to meet her gaze. “Only for me,” he echoed, nipping her lower lip. A soft gasp left her as he nipped at her lower lip, smiling a little more before she kissed him back. He took a moment to take down the charm he’d thrown to protect her from the added shame. She’d have enough of that soon enough. He didn’t linger long on the kiss, watching her with silent amusement. “I always wondered how the acoustics were in here,” he taunted. Books were sacred. He’d never done anything of the like here, but then the company was too good to pass up. Tugging on her leash, he led her down the stairs, keeping her close on his heels.

The taunt had her blushing a deeper shade of red. "I suppose you're about to find out, aren't you?" She glanced down at the library again before following him down the stairs, smoothing his shirt over her body. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Why had she been daring enough to say the library when she knew how often Lauren was in it?

Once on the landing, it was several shelves of books and carefully placed desks and chairs before they made it to the section Lauren enjoyed working in. It was also near the emerald chair he’d spotted from above. “Wait for me here, darling,” he motioned for her to sit, the leash settling beneath one of the chair’s wooden feet once away from his wrist.

The witch took a deep breath and sat on the emerald chair, brushing her hair back from her face as she watched him walk away. It would be easy to simply move that leash if she wanted to...but she was being good today. She already said as much.

Draco didn’t bother to oust their company kindly. With a flick of his wand, the somnolent guard met the ground ass first as the seat beneath him vanished. “Did I wake you?” He demanded sarcastically. “How about you get Miss Hamilton settled in her quarters before I reconsider punishing you for sleeping on the job..."

Hermione could hear the fall and couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she leaned back in the emerald chair, at least calming a little bit more. It would be very clear what they were doing if anyone noticed her, but they seemed more focused on rapidly getting out of the room.

The statement took a moment to sink in, but Warrington flushed and apologized. He didn’t even make excuses before making his way to the scholar. He was kinder than one might expect with her, taking a few books she assured him she needed to take along if she was to finish her train of thought. After a few minutes, the pair left, closing the doors behind them.

He couldn’t promise he wouldn’t get backlash for his shirtless demand, but he didn’t care. Not when he was bridging the space between himself and his wife. Once she heard the doors close, she relaxed a little bit more.

When Draco was back in her line of sight, she smiled a little bit more, feeling anticipation building in her, the blush lingering in her cheeks. Gryffindor boldness to ask for more than she'd had before. This was never how she would have imagined being bold with him.

“Now, where were we?” He demanded teasingly, drawing close to her as she displayed herself on the plump seat. Settling a knee between her legs, he nudged her to sit up silently. With her so close, he couldn’t help but touch her bare legs.

"I think you were going to devour me," she supplied helpfully, as innocently as possible.

Gently, his fingers trailed up until they vanished beneath the hems of his shirt to hook on either side of her knickers. He was slow dragging them down, stripping her of the black fabric that stood in his way. A shiver rolled through her as he slowly drew her knickers off, making her feel even more exposed. Just in his shirt that was unbuttoned enough to show cleavage but still afforded some modesty.

After tucking them in his pocket, he settled a palm on either of her knees as though debating how to place her legs. “You better leave this chair soaked,” he warned, kissing her inner thigh just above her knee. Velvet did poorly with liquids, and he hoped the chair would be left with marks of their evening.

Blushing further, she arched a brow. "Won't that ruin the velvet, darling?"

He kept his gaze on hers as he kissed a bit higher up her inner thigh. “That’s the idea,” he nipped an inch higher, kissing and nipping his way up her leg as he stretched and settled between her thighs. Devour her, indeed. It was beautiful how she could still give him an innocent look. Perhaps he hadn’t destroyed everything that made her her.

She let her legs slowly spread open as he ascended up her legs. The nips had her shiver as she watched him, letting one of her hands stroke through those blond locks. She was going to end up clawing him on accident again. Leave marks on him like he left marks on her. And by the end of the night, she'd be wrecked. Utterly wrecked by him. Keeping her leg where he put it was easy, but the blush deepened further at his words.

Draco brought one of her legs over his shoulder as he dipped to get comfortable between her thighs. “So wet already,” he praised, licking around her entrance and up around her clit. He drew a slow infinity sign between the two before latching onto her, sucking in her nub of nerve endings harshly.

"You did make me come apart on your fingers once now," she breathed, gasping softly as he licked. Though a loud moan left her lips as she arched into his mouth, as he sucked, her hand tightening in his hair. "Draco..."

Once, he had made her come once, and he refused to let her recover. Not when they had a night set on shattering every part of her with pleasure. He groaned as she called out his name, loving the way it echoed against the wide open spaces between stacks of rare tomes and incunabula. His arm draped over her thigh as his other hand slipped between her thighs, two fingers slipping into her again. He filled her with steady motions he punctuated with his tongue, building her before adding a come hither motion to the mix. So good he praised through their bond to give his lips free rein to continue sealing around her clit as he sucked and flicked at it heartily.

The brief reprieve she had gotten on the way down from the landing seemed to be the only one she would have for some time, especially as he seemed to make himself at home between her legs. As if she was his favorite meal and he intended to savor every bit of her. She squirmed, gasping as he slid two fingers inside of her again. Moans left her lips with abandon, not caring that her voice echoed after having to be so silent earlier. Her hand tightened in his hair, her gaze focused on him as he worked her over.

Her sounds, the way she cried for him while keeping his gaze. It made her taste even sweeter on his tongue as he mercilessly teased her. His mouth and hand worked in tandem to extract more of those sonorous cues. The arm around her thigh shifted to keep her as steady as he could, wanting unfettered access to her as he worked her efficiently.

As he continued, her legs trembled under the attention of his tongue and his fingers keeping up that pace. It was a more rapid build, and her breathing was getting more ragged once again. She kept that leg over his shoulder and kept the other spread wide as he worked. She tugged at his hair gently and tried to get a deeper breath, but all that did was make it so she got more breathless again with her moans.

It didn’t matter how much she tugged at his hair or dug her nails into his flesh. If anything, it only spurred him on. She had him focused on every sound she produced as if he could recognize every shade of pleasure building into bliss. A symphony only he could direct with such precision. Unlike their wing, there were no spells woven to keep sounds from escaping the room. Nothing to stop passers by from knowing the havoc he wreaked on his wife.

Hermione no longer cared if anyone outside of the library heard them. Her hips arched into his mouth as she tried not to writhe, his name falling from her lips. With how quickly he was building her this time, she was right on the edge already. Her nails scored the back of his neck as she gripped at his hair and tried to get purchase on something to help ground her somehow.

That complete abandon, the way she clutched and gripped, had him grinning against her. His name bounced off the walls, leaving no doubt as to the activities of the evening as well as their participants. Then her nails dug crescents into his neck, and he couldn’t stop the throaty moan from echoing against her.

The feeling of that moan vibrating through her added the extra level of sensation that she needed to make her cry out his name as she arched into him. Her inner walls tightened on his fingers again, her nails digging into his back as her hand slipped down.

Draco didn’t slow his pace as those inner walls gripped at his fingers. He worked through each ripple of pleasure, doing his best to extend it as he lapped at her. The lower half of his face was a glistening mess as he let her enjoyment puddle onto the cushion. The elves could curse him later.

The witch writhed there on the cushion, whimpering as he drew out her pleasure. Her legs trembled with little aftershocks of pleasure as her hand slowly loosened in his hair. Her breathing was labored and uneven, fingers pushing through his hair as she tried not to focus on how wet the cushion felt beneath her.

As she began to loosen her grip, he slowed down his fingers, lapping at her gently through those after-shocks. He let a soft moan echo against her before pulling away from her core. “You did so good,” he praised, each word punctuated with a kiss from where he raked his shirt up her body until he could claim a breast in his mouth. After sucking in her nipple he bit it firmly, gripping it with his hand.

The gentle laps of his tongue had her tremble, but gradually, she came down, and her body relaxed further. Her lips stayed parted as she looked at him, flushed from pleasure more than any sort of embarrassment now. "Did I?" She barely breathed the word, relaxing further under his kisses as he pushed the shirt higher and higher until she gasped. The sound turned into a moan as he bit, her hand tightening in his hair again.

His attention moved to the next breast, repeating the process before kissing his way against the bruised flesh of her throat. “So good,” he breathed against her cheek, nipping at her cheekbone before pulling away.

The moan as he switched to the other breast came easily. It had her tremble and sigh in pleasure as she tilted her head to allow him better access to the bruise he left on her throat. If he left more marks, she wouldn't complain. He was going to be covered in scratch marks after all.

Taking her hand, he brought it between his thighs, letting her feel just how much she affected him. “You’ll have to wait a few more times…” he purred. She’d cry for him by the time he settled between her thighs. “Let’s get you back to our wing,” he drawled, calling the lead forward to coerce her back to her feet.

He was so hard. She squeezed his length lightly through his trousers as she flushed. "May I have you inside me twice, even if I have to wait?" It was asked quietly, almost as if she thought he might deny her or think her making a request was her being bratty. It wasn't. Not this time, anyway. Carefully getting back to her feet, she let his shirt fall back down over her body. She could feel how slick her thighs were. That feeling alone kept her from looking over her shoulder at the emerald chair.

“Twice?” He purred, tugging her closer as he considered her words. “I’m sure if you ask me nicely, it can be arranged. I wouldn’t deny you a third time,” he reached to cup her rear. Since they were integrating toys into their antics, he couldn’t help but push the boundaries of their relationship. He wanted all of her. She was his and his alone to bend and break with pleasure. As quickly as he’d paused, he resumed their walk out of the library through the main doors.

"Twice," she echoed, blushing all the while. She had already come apart twice. He wanted at least four more times. She had put down at least two more times. "I do like how you feel inside me," she crooned as she followed after him. She stayed close, the blush deepening as they strode into the manor towards their wing.

It wasn’t a no, and he couldn’t help but smile as he led her out into the corridors of the manor. It was a trek back to their wing, and though he could expedite it, he did enjoy the thrill of parading her through halls and up the stairs. There were one or two of his men that stumbled that she didn't meet the eyes of. If anything, this would confirm how obedient she was, even if she wasn't, if it got back to Him. Her heart raced in her chest.

Once through the doors of their wing, he pulled her into a nearby alcove, claiming her lips in a kiss as his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt apart. She didn’t need to cover herself anymore, not here. She kissed him back and pressed closer to him. Her wand was forgotten at the moment. In her blazer somewhere in the manor, luckily the elves would likely just put it in their room. All of her focus was on her husband and where they touched.

Kissing her was easier than breathing. Those plump, warm lips welcomed him with a passion he’d sought more than he cared to admit in his years. The kind that songs and stories were written about. Would history remember them as some star-crossed power couple, or would she be painted as his latest victim? In the end, they could only go so far in the narrative put forth by society. He focused on her instead. On the warmth of her lips, the softness of her skin. The dip before her hips, the cushion of her arse.

Melting into the kiss, she let herself just enjoy him. Like this, things were better. When they were entangled, she could forget some of the things that waited for them outside of the manor. The responsibility of getting her friends out of the Kingdom. The plot they were both building to keep this cycle from continuing over and over again. As he broke the kiss, she almost whined. His shirt was completely unbuttoned down her body, making the fabric frame her form.

Holding her lead a few inches from where it was hooked to her choker, he looked at her. “Come darling,” he beckoned, nudging her forward towards their room.

Licking her lips, she leaned in and nipped at his jaw before she went ahead of him into their room, careful of how quickly she moved. The last thing she wanted to do was choke herself.

“Without this,” he tugged his shirt as she walked, wanting a full view of her body as she took the lead. She easily let his shirt pool down her arms and down onto the floor without a moment's hesitation. She was beautiful, and most importantly, she was his. Matching her pace wasn’t overly hard. His legs were longer, but he left a few feet between them, enjoying the way her leash glistened in the distance between them. Every so often, he slowed just to watch the way it grew dangerously taut.

Walking into their room, she stopped just before the bed in case he wanted her somewhere else. She was being a good girl and not assuming what he wanted after all. That lead shining in the light drew her gaze for a moment.

Stood like that; she was more glorious than any magical statue he’d come across in his travels.

“You’ve been so good, I should reward you,” he announced, looking her over with hunger before unlocking the trunk behind her. “Anything suit your fancy?” He asked. Though there were a number of implements for punishment, his trunk had much more. Items he’d been gifted, some he’d gotten. Nothing he’d used on anyone before, not having found someone to play with to his heart's content.

You should," she agreed, even as her heart raced. Reward her how? She said that the the most she would want would be 8. She was already incredibly sensitive whenever she got to four. She was in for it. And she might even cry. But she looked through the trunk, surprised at what all was there in the first place.

Chewing at her bottom lip gently, nude as she was with just a collar around her neck, she drew out a few items. A blindfold, some sort of vibrating toy, a candle that seemed to be body safe, the harness and some ropes, and a flogger. The sting of that would be...interesting. And she was sure that there were spells that could do things like that.

"Still exploring it all...Most things like this I only know about from some books." They were delightful books, but she wasn't sure what she would actively like.

The fire in the hearth kept his room at a comfortable temperature. He was grateful for it, given his own state of undress. She had youth to keep her taut and perky, and he enjoyed watching her as she crouched to dig through his chest once more. Every time, he never knew what to expect her to pull out. Though he could easily subject her to his whims, he liked this, seeing her hold things and ponder.

Every item she pulled he set aside, keeping tally. While she dug around, he summoned a few potions from his stash. Something to make her more sensitive, others to help keep things slick. Though some might have considered numbing creams and dulling agents, he didn’t. He had a few salves to help relax her and heal her if she needed them, but he wanted her to feel it, to feel him, and as such, feel her in kind.

“Only one way to find out if it’s more than theoretical appreciation,” he drew closer with the silk blindfold. For someone with a need for knowledge, he wouldn’t pass up a chance to strip her from it for a spell. To let her wonder what he would go for next. Once it was snug, he kissed along her jaw. “Have you done anything to warrant a flogging?” He asked gently against her ear. It would make for a nice intermission, give her time to recuperate before he brought her over that edge again.

Once she got everything out on the bed, she took a slow breath and felt her heart hammering in her chest. Would he use all of the things she pulled out tonight or would he do that later? She wasn't sure and it made her a little nervous. Especially as he moved around her to tie the silk blindfold around her eyes, it felt like her heart had kicked up into her throat. He wouldn't harm her though.

She told herself that over and over again as he secured it in place for her. A shiver rolled through her as he kissed along her jaw, and she smiled to herself a little. "I...well. I've not told you anything about Theo's visitor?" She offered but then couldn't help but slowly grin a little bit more. "And McLaggen did touch my arm because I was talking to him..." she said just loud enough to be heard.

Secrets. They seemed to have their own despite every way they had bound their fates. With a sigh, he reached out to summon the flogger. A few more marks would even them out for the hours to come. She’d already scored his back and scalp, and he had many more times to make her fall apart ahead.

“I suppose you have been quite naughty while I’ve been busy,” he chided lightly. “Perhaps you need reminders for when I’m not around to enjoy your good behavior…”

The light chiding had her faintly smile before she settled and smoothed out her expression. Playing into the role a little bit more. As much as she could anyway. "Perhaps I do..."

Guiding her towards the bed, he stopped near the foot of it. He hooked her leash against one of the bed’s posts and silently bent her over the mattress.

Without warning, he struck against her left thigh and again over the right. “Of course you do,” he purred. This time, caressing over her rear and up her back with the lengths of leather. “You enjoy knowing you’re mine.” Not a question, a statement he punctuated by striking her rear.

Being blind for this wasn't ideal, but it had anticipation building. She let him guide her to the bed, bent over as guided, and let herself relax. The first strike had her gasp, though, squirming in place slightly.

The strike caused a light sting to her skin, but that faded a little more quickly than the paddle had. The strikes to her rear with that statement made her whimper and flush a little bit more. She couldn't lie. But did she really want to answer that question with any sort of confirmation? She was being good. "Yes...yes, I do..." she almost whispered the words.

He hadn’t expected a response, but even spoken so softly, it struck him harder than any flogging he’d dished. “Of course you do,” his words were punctuated by a diagonal strike over her shoulder. “You’re my good witch,” he bit into the words, flogging evenly on the other side. She’d sported a lattice so well before. This would be a chance to perfect his handy work.

Of course she did. How else could she manage with the possessiveness, protectiveness, and secrets despite their vows? Why else would she not only stomach when he threatened or harmed someone for her but almost reveled in it? Their cracked pieces lined up more and more. And she gasped as he continued flogging her back. She stayed bent over, unable to see, sensations feeling more intense due to the loss of sight. The witch nodded her head in agreement, still flushed. She was his good witch. At least right now, she was.

As much as he enjoyed punishing her for fighting against him, this was more pleasant than he would have imagined. She was beautiful like this, completely on display for him, and though her arms and legs were free, she was still at his mercy. The leash, the blindfold, the way she squirmed but remained exactly as he had placed her. He continued his slanted assault on her back, keeping his strikes enough to leave evidence behind without going overboard.

“You look so good like this,” he admitted, touching the flushed flesh. His pants felt tight. They had felt as such ever since the library. Seeing every claim left across her flawless complexion only made him desire more.

A soft gasp that was a mix of a whimpered moan left her as the marks crisscrossed, some of the strikes overlapping onto already sensitive skin. But she stayed in place, not daring to move away when she was being a good witch. Her body squirmed there on the bed and she let out a slow breath, soothed by that touch to her back.

"I'm glad you think so." She'd savor the marks. The witch was starting to understand what her friend meant about them.

Where he’d watched her thrash and give him heated looks over her shoulder, this side of his wife was a new facet to uncover. How she willed herself to remain still for him, to take every strike of punishment.

He hoped she’d display them for him tomorrow. A thought that lingered as he touched some of his work. “Look at you, accepting your punishment so well…” he continued to praise, settling down the instrument of her torment to smooth over her body. It was warm to the touch. Pulling away, he seized his wand and had the ropes and harness set themselves up in the open space a few steps behind him.

“Do you want to make your way to the harness on all fours, or shall I make you fly?” He asked, nudging her up by that leash. She didn’t appreciate it either, but he’d let her pick what she preferred. Allow her to anticipate what was to come.

His hands smoothing over her body had her shiver, a cool contrast to the heat of her harmed skin. Her body slowly relaxed under those touches, and she almost whined as he drew his hands away. He felt so good touching her. But tonight was not nearly over yet. And she knew it. "I have great motivation to do so," she answered with a bit of a smile, enjoying the praise just as much as she had enjoyed that humiliation.

Thinking about the options, she let out a breath. "That depends...if you want to keep me blindfolded? Make me fly. If you're ready to take the blindfold off? I can crawl..." She breathed. She'd agreed to this. And he would take such good care of her during and after.

He was torn between the two options, both appealing to him. If he hadn’t made her crawl recently, he might have gone with that. They’d have other opportunities. “Fly it is,” he poised his wand and gently turned it on her. With a silent spell, her body was held by invisible binds, rising into the air as if she were carefully cradled. “Hold this,” he handed her her diamond lead, getting her settled before guiding her off the mattress to where the harness remained suspended. She almost squirmed but kept herself still. He wouldn't drop her. He couldn't cause any lasting harm, and he liked these games with her. Feeling the lead in her hand, she gripped it carefully as instructed and kept her breathing even as the anticipation built back up.

His motions were incredibly gentle when he slipped her legs, tightening the restraints around her thighs, waist, and arms. With his wand, he adjusted her so she lay angled in mid-air. She was high enough that he could easily reach her if he wanted. The way he carefully positioned her body felt strange. Different. But she couldn't complain. Tucking his wand away, he caressed her. The gentle caress of his hands over her, once he had her secured, had her shiver and shift a little in her binds.

“I can do anything I want to you like this,” he reminded her. “I need a few things for that, though,” he kisses her cheek before returning to the items she’d pulled, settling them with his own choices on a levitating tray.

"More than what I picked?" She couldn't help but question, wondering what he was bringing over to use on her.

“Nothing you can’t handle,” he promised, plucking a potion from his selection and walking back to her. He let her inhale its sweet aroma as he held it near her lips. “Drink,” he purred, holding her head up with his arm. “It’ll make you feel so good,” he promised, nuzzling the side of her face. It would make everything feel better and make every touch that much more potent. Just for a little while, half an hour at most, with the dosage he had measured for her. They did have quite a few more little deaths to follow through with.

The scent of the potions was nice. Almost a fruit-like sweetness to it. Sitting her head up, she drank down the potion that he offered to her, glad that it wasn't bitter. It tasted almost as sweet as it smelled. He couldn't hurt her. The nuzzling had her relax a bit further as she let out a slow breath. "You had that potion ready for just such an occasion or after we had that discussion for our honeymoon?" Would make her feel good, how? She was curious. But part of this was her not knowing what was coming after all.

Draco brought the bottle back to the tray and plucked the vibrating toy with him. “After our honeymoon, I might have kept certain potions in stock just in case you felt…adventurous.” His tongue slicked over his lips as he considered where to touch her first. He hadn’t tried this particular brew, but the girls at the club had said it made everything better, and he trusted their judgment. He knew some of them dosed themselves to have a better evening than some of his men could offer them.

Gently, he caressed just above her navel with the tips of his fingers, taking his time as he touched up, up, up.

"Might have?" She asked with a bit of a chuckle. They had talked about a lot of things that hinted at being adventurous and their own overlap of kinks. Was it how they coped with all the trauma? She wasn't sure. And she wasn't about to wonder about it. Not as he caressed just above her navel. It tickled and almost made her squirm until his fingers trailed higher up her body.

She shivered as his fingers brushed her breast, her breath hitching and making her crave more. He felt nice. And his fingers still felt cooler against her heated body.

Rather than answer, he continued trailing his fingers across her body. He circled a breast and the other, traced her clavicle and across the bruises on her neck.

The way he circled her breasts had her shiver, though as he traced her clavicle, she squirmed, a soft gasp leaving her lips. Why did it feel like he had more pressure there or like the light tingles of pleasure were more? What exactly was that potion going to do to her? Since it seemed to already be starting.

“Is that a problem?” He asked, tracing along the edge of her lower lip, wondering how long before every single touch would feel amplified.

"No," she breathed, the trace along her bottom lip having her lightly nip at his finger with a smile. The pressure there felt different as well. "Just curious about what sorts of potions you've brewed and what they're going to help you do to me..."

That nip has him press a finger to her lips. “Mmm, this one will make your skin sensitive to touch. Everything that feels good will feel even better,” he explained in a low tone. It was also good for lowering inhibitions and causing pain, but that wasn’t the kind of effect he was looking to use it towards. He wanted her to writhe with pleasure.

Her cheeks heated a little bit more at that, and she chewed at her bottom lip. Oh, she was in trouble. How long would such a potion last? It would certainly make it even easier for him to reach that goal of having her fall apart six times. If not more than that. But if it was too much more than that, they were going to need other potions if he wanted to touch her again any time soon.

Stepping away, he circled her, trying to decide where he would touch next while having her on display. Seeing her like this, having her willing to abandon herself to his whims, offered a heady feeling.

Hearing his steps as he circled her, she didn't know what he might do. It had her heart hammering in her chest. She was completely at his mercy in this harness, in these restraints that kept her off the ground with her body on display. And the anticipation was as much a turn-on as his touch was.

He could practically hear her thoughts racing as he stood near her head. Gently, he massaged her temples, drawing small circles downwards until he reached her neck. “I wonder how close I can get you merely touching your body, he purred, bringing her up so he could speak in her ear.

The massage to her temples had her relaxing a bit more, tension easing out of her body further before his fingers brushed her neck. Goosebumps raced down her arms as she gasped, her usually lightly sensitive neck making her almost moan at that touch. The potion was absolutely working. The feeling of his breath against her ear had her whimper, making her wish she could look at him at that moment.

Sliding his hands over her shoulders, he began palming her breasts. Rolling them in his hands and tweaking her nipples.

"I'm not sure. But -" her thought was scrambled as soon as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. It had her moan, arching into the touch as pleasure and desire licked through her like a flame.

Draco continued to roll her nipples between his thumb and index fingers, pinching and teasing. Actions he punctuated by groping her breasts. “These are mine,” he nearly growled the words as he mirrored the words with actions. She was his. Every inch of her was his to enjoy as he saw fit. He slapped her right breast, testing to see how she responded to low thresholds of pain with the potion.

Hermione moaned and whimpered as he continued teasing her breasts. The nearly growled words in her ear had her nod her agreement. At the moment, she wouldn't deny him a damn thing. What would it feel like if he was inside of her under the influence of this potion? She wasn't sure the silencing charms would be able to contain her sounds if he did. The slap had her thrash against the restraints as her breath hitched, and she almost winced. If she didn't like pain, that would have been more pain than pleasure. But it was a perfect blend of pain and pleasure as he teased her. "Draco..." his name left her lips in a whimper of a moan.

If she used his name like that, he doubted he’d deny her anything. It had him repeat the slap on the other side before continuing his teasing of her chest, so soft and plump. He would happily sleep on her bosom if given the chance. Sleep with one latched in his mouth.

Taking his hands away, he walked around to stand between her thighs, leaning in to kiss her breasts in turn. Kisses which quickly turn to sucks and nips. He had to be mindful of time, only having a good half hour out of the dosage.

The next slap had her thrash again with a whimpered moan of pleasure and pain from that. The continued teasing had her almost panting, whining softly as he drew away from her chest, at least for a moment. His steps moving back around her had her shift in the restraints, her hand tightening on the lead that she was still holding like he told her to. At least it gave her something to grip.

He continued to roam her body, spreading her thighs to look at her. Those glistening pink lips tested with a finger to gauge just how aroused she was.

Her head fell back on another breathy moan as soon as he kissed her breasts. Each kiss felt as good as when he sucked or nipped. And when he started doing that? She moaned louder and squirmed, panting softly as desire burned through her. Not fighting his hands guiding her legs apart, she spread them a bit further. She was soaked, slick with arousal as his touches already started to build her with that dose of the potion.

A groan fell from his lips at the feel of just how slick she was. Pulling out his digit, he tasted her. “Mmm,” he moaned approvingly. “Tell me you want me,” he demanded, trailing a finger over her folds, tracing her before giving her a slap aimed to strike her clit. It sent her swinging, giving her a sample of just how much sway could be added if he used his entire body against her.

The sound of his moan had her shiver, craving him. "I do. I want -" Her answer got cut off by the slap aimed at her clit that had her whimper another moan, squirming with a bit more of a wince. That was more pain than she would have expected, sharp and stinging, along with an after throb of pleasure from the stimulation. It had her whimper as she took in a few deep breaths. "...I do want you...c-careful with that...Please..."

Every touch he gave her seemed to set her off. As she stuttered her request, he smoothed along her thighs. “This?” He asked, slipping three fingers into her. “This is mine,” he reminded. All of her was his.

As he sank those three fingers inside of her, she whimpered softly and tried to rock into his hand. It felt amazing. He felt amazing. Everything was so much more intense, and her world narrowed down even further to where they touched, especially with that blindfold robbing her of her sight. The slow thrusts of his fingers inside of her had her moan, nodding her head in agreement with his assessment. She was his.

He teased her a while before pulling away to undo his trousers. Once his length was released from the tightness of his clothes, he stroked her with his tip. He still had quite a few times to make her fall apart ahead, but she looked too good like this. He wanted to feel her pleasure from this.

The first brush of his length against her had her whine softly. Her grip tightened further on the lead, wanting to touch more of him but unsure of the limits of this harness restraining her. And she didn't want to strain too much against it and leave marks that he didn't place on her.

“You like that?” He continued to tease her, enjoying the slick heat he smeared over the head of his cock and along her core. He couldn’t stop looking at her, at how good she looked against him. The only better sight would be once he thrust into her. He gently struck her clit with his length. Once, twice, followed by a slip against her only to start over.

"Y-yes," she gasped as he rubbed against her with the head of his cock. She felt soaked and felt like she needed even more of him. Those presses into her might as well have been his thumb putting steady pressure on her clit with how good that felt. The gentle strikes made her cry and writhe in the harness, making her sway. "Draco....please..."

In his years, he’d seen a number of creatures and ideals of beauty. No veela could make him harden as the sight of his wife floating and writhing with pleasure. He wanted to capture the moment, his stare on the exposed part of her face as he steadied her with one hand and seized himself with the other.

“You asked so nicely,” he praised. Part of him felt like she could have begged more, but there was only so much time left to bring her over the edge under the influence. In a single thrust, he sheathed himself to the hilt, gripping the swing as he set a firm pace.

As soon as he was inside of her, her hips arched into him with a louder moan that turned into a whimper. She wouldn't last under that firm pace, not when everything felt more intense. She was already sensitive from her two earlier climaxes, but now? She felt as sensitive and responsive as she likely would once he got her up to five. Almost as if he was preparing her for just how well taken care of she'd be tonight.

"Oh god," she moaned, trying to reach for him in the restraints that held her, whimpering when she couldn't make contact with how well she was trussed up for him. "Draco," his name was a moan and a plead on her lips.

Her gods had nothing to do with this, but instead of making the remark, he snarled. If anything, it only spurred him on, especially when she called out his name so beautifully. It wasn’t rare for him to hear his name yelled or cursed, but this was by far the sweetest.

“So good,” he moaned, yanking the restraints at her thighs as he pushed and pulled her along his length. Nearly taking himself out only to slam back into her. “Grab your breasts,” he called, wanting to overwhelm her with pleasure.

The witch nearly screamed at how he slammed back inside of her. She felt overwhelmed. Her mind shut off and left to only feel how sensitive and reactive she was. His moans had her shiver, her cheeks filled with the flush of desire and pleasure. Her hands could reach herself, and without much hesitation, she listened to that command.

Each sensation had her whimper or moan louder, her breathing coming in hard pants as her body trembled, close to being pushed over the edge already as she attempted to hold out. Her willpower to do so hung on by the barest thread.

Those sounds that filled the room would make any girl at the club feel inadequate. She sounded better than anyone he’d heard before. Her reactions alone nearly sufficed to break him apart. Biting his lower lip, he kept his sights on her as he continued his harsh pace.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “I want you to come all over me,” he slammed into her, enjoying the slapping sound that served as a backdrop to her own vociferations.

Those harsh thrusts combined with what he wanted from her? It had her shatter apart, screaming his name in pleasure as she clamped down on his length. She squirmed in the harness, grinding into those thrusts as she whimpered.

"Oh...fuck...Draco," she moaned, her body trembling against his as she clutched at the lead and squeezed her own breasts with another whine. Three. Why had she said at least six?

“Mhmmm,” the sound of approval fell from his lips as he continued to thrust into her. Weathering the harsh grip of her inner walls was no small feat, but he couldn’t stop. “Let’s see if you have more for me…” He pressed his thumb to her clit, pushing through her climax and hoping to bring another in its wake. They were barely halfway through her desires, not that it deterred him. He still had a whole new venue to explore.

Six but no more than eight. What if he pushed for eight? The thought barely registered as his thumb pressed to her clit. It had her hips buck, and she cried out again with whimpering moans. There was oversensitivity that ached and made her want more as well as wanting him to stop in equal measure. Her grip tightened on her breasts, but that just made her moan louder, and her body trembled more. Growing closer to another climax as he continued through the first and built her right back up to that edge.

Every tremble in her body didn’t go unnoticed. He knew her body, knew how she reacted. How quickly he’d built her up with the potion dosage was a testament to it. A sense of satisfaction greater than any achievement.

She was so obedient, clutching herself, teetering on the precipice of bliss. “So good,” he praised, ensuring he continued to strike the right angle, overloading her between pain and pleasure. After years of war, it seemed like they both required some pain to get off.

That praise had her tremble, almost clenching on him from the praise alone with how she was so close to the edge all over again. He was going to kill her. She wanted him to stop, and she also never wanted him to stop. He continued hitting that spot inside of her with each powerful thrust and had her whimpering and almost sobbing in pleasure. Her grip on her breasts tightened, nails almost biting into the sensitive flesh.

It only took a moment or two more before another cry left her lips, and she tightened around him again, trying not to thrash in the harness.

Draco watched his blindfolded wife white knuckle her breasts as he demanded. He never would have imagined Hermione Granger to be such an obedient witch in any capacity, even less like this. He was almost jealous of her hands. She was his, and he claimed her with every thrust. Mine his mind growled, his climax barreling through him as her inner walls clenched against him. His hips met hers a few more times before stilling her in the makeshift swing, keeping her slotted against him. The growl of that one word through her had had her tremble even more, whimpering as he thrust through his climax.

His hand smoothed over her stomach before settling on her pelvis. “How are you feeling?” He asked gently, slowly pulling away. She’d be sore but the potion would likely have dulled itself. He would have to keep her hydrated, but for now, he merely tucked himself back into his pants and walked over to the other side of her.

As he stilled the makeshift swing, keeping her pulled to him, she tried to catch her breath. Her lips parted as he smoothed his hands over her stomach, over her pelvis. "...Sensitive...good...Can...barely think," she admitted as she blushed, still trying to catch her breath. The potion was slowly wearing off, dulling, so she no longer felt nearly as sensitive as she could have.

With a flick of his wand, he had the ropes lift to bring her upside down with her lips leveled with his. Reaching forward, he lowered the silk covering her eyes. “I won’t keep you like this long,” he smirked, enjoying the shift—a few stray thoughts tucked for a different time.

She gasped and blinked a few times as he pulled the silk blindfold off of her eyes. "...Oh...good..." she breathed.

He watched her a moment. His lovely wife, fully at his mercy. Reaching forward, he took her leash back from her grasp and leaned in to claim her lips. The angle was new but not unwelcome. It had him deepen the exchange, coercing her tongue with his. She would be sensitive for days. And if he could, he wouldn’t let her fully recover either.

Kissing him back, she almost whimpered into the kiss. Everything felt like too much and not enough at the same time. She didn't know how to articulate that. So she simply kissed him, letting him coerce her tongue to respond to his. Her breathing was still a little uneven, and her grip loosened on her own breasts.

With a groan, he finally pulled away from her lips and kept his eyes closed as though he could keep her taste on his tongue longer that way. When he looked after her, his stare held satisfaction and hunger in them.

That hunger and satisfaction in his eyes made her bite down on her bottom lip. At least twice more, and she wasn't sure how well she'd be able to handle it. If he wanted her to do anything at all tomorrow, she would be tempted to tell him off. Or just whine and whimper and stay in bed anyway. If her legs worked after this, she would be shocked.

“I think you’ve earned a bath,” he breathed before kissing her forehead. With his wand still handy, he brought her down gently so he could catch her, ready to take the brunt of her weight.

"Thank you," she breathed, glad he let her down gently rather than just dropping her. She nestled in against his chest, stretching her arms a little and then wrapping them around him with a sigh, her cheeks still flushed. A light warmth still lingered on her back where he had flogged her, the cool touch of his skin helping with that.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he grinned wickedly. The night would require pacing and patience. He still planned to make a mess of her. And have her in ways that would push her limits. Plus, the bath would help with what he wanted by the end of it.

“Get the bath started,” he pinched her nipple, leaning in to kiss and nip her lower lip. “I’ll clean this up,” he offered gently.

Reaching out with wordless and wandless magic, she started the bath easily enough, even if she almost swayed on her feet. The pinch had her breath hitch, and she kissed him back before nipping at his upper lip in a small 'retaliation' to his nip.

"Might still thank you...Even if I can barely feel my legs tomorrow," she said with a smile, her eyes still a little unfocused with pleasure. Her whole body felt sensitive. Not in the way of the potion but in the way of feeling far more than she would have thought she could. She carefully made her way to the bathroom, tempted to add bubbles. She knew he wasn't done yet.

The thought of her losing her footing come morning certainly appealed to him. He slicked his lips as she walked away, her legs no longer holding their usual graceful strides. Once out of sight, he sent the ropes and harness away before returning to his tray. He plucked a few vials and summoned a silver piece from his chest. They were getting close to the end or were halfway there. Only time would tell how many more times she would let him have his way.

He settled most of his items in the bathroom and plucked the vibrating toy from his back pocket before stepping out of his trousers and pants. He had wanted to use it on her, but he wanted to see her eyes widen for him when he did.

Hermione had carefully stepped into the bath and had added a little bit of bubbles. She sank into the water up to her collarbone with a soft sigh of pleasure. The warm water felt amazing, and even if it made her back feel a touch warmer, she didn't care. Looking over at Draco as he came in, she lifted a brow at the items that he was settling on a counter. She couldn't see them clearly...but he had ideas.

Her gaze moved back to him, taking him in again. Seeing him nude had to be one of the best parts of their arrangement. "You are...so very handsome..." Had she ever told him that? Perhaps she should more often.

Draco paused on his way in at her compliment. “You’ve only just realized this?” Though his voice held a demand to it, there was a highlight of mirth mirrored in his stormy irises.

With another wave of his wand, he summoned two glasses of water before stepping into the tub. The water felt nice. Though he wasn’t nearly as sore as she likely was, their session wasn’t without a toll on him. Their vows made it that any harm he brought her, he felt in part. His back itched despite there being no visible harm.

Rolling her eyes with a smile, she shook her head as she watched him enter the bath. "No...Clearly I should say it more often. Don't want my husband thinking I find him unattractive," she drawled with a little bit of that sass, even if her voice was still a bit more husky from her cries of pleasure.

“Drink,” he ordered, setting his wand and the toy down to do the same.

Taking the glass of water, she smiled gratefully and took long drinks of the glass with a sigh. Once the water was half gone, she turned to press a kiss to his jaw. She knew they weren't done, but she wanted some of that affection.

With his arms fanned over the ledge, he tucked her in when she drew closer to kiss him. It was easy to keep her closer. He found himself craving her skin against his, though he tried to deny it.

As he tucked her in, she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, still enjoying the warmth of the bath over her sore muscles. There was something reassuring about skin-to-skin contact there with him. Perhaps he had a point in sleeping naked.

“I’m glad I meet your expectations,” he retorted with a smirk. “I can’t complain about you,” he nudged her with his nose and kissed her cheek. “You’re beautiful, intelligent, and that appetite…” he murmured, drawing a line from her chin to her navel. “So insatiable…” he praised, reaching to slip a finger inside of her, wanting to feel the remnants of their pleasure inside her.

"You've always been handsome, Draco," she admitted without lingering on it at all. A soft sigh left her lips at the kiss to her cheek before she shivered, her arms tightening around him a bit as he slid that finger inside of her. She lightly nipped at his jaw, taking in a few slow deep breaths. "Only for you..." No one else had made her want nearly this much. Or had taken care of her near this well.

“All mine,” he practically hummed the words. He’d never imagined having her like this, practically in his lap, purring at the feel of his fingers inside her. He loved reminding her she was his. And though having her be good for him was different from their usual, he didn’t dislike the honesty of it.

He slipped a second finger in and slowly curled his fingers inside her. Every motion slow and deliberate. “I was going to let you relax, but you feel so good..."

As his fingers curled inside of her as he added the second, she whimpered her moan as her nails dug lightly into his shoulder. Her breathing was a little uneven already. "Were you?" She breathed, pressing her forehead to his a moment as she tried to steady out her breathing.

Leaning against her was easy. His fingers were practically tingling at the feel of her slick core. It was so soft and welcoming to his touch. “I was,” he reached with his other hand to bring the toy under the surface. “But you can handle one more before I do, can’t you?” His question came laced with praise.

She felt so sensitive as his fingers stroked her, teased her, and had her body reacting despite the ache. At least he wasn't focusing too much on her clit. Too focused there and she would likely cry before too long. "I...yes...yes I think so..." she murmured, keeping that firm grip on him.

She was so perfect and eager. He let his fingers tease her a while longer before replacing it with the toy she’d chosen. It wasn’t overly big, just enough to hit her g-spot when properly angled. “Good girl,” he praised as he finished inserting it. He stroked its runes with a finger to set it to a low hum.

A soft gasp left her as he drew out his fingers, only to replace it with the toy she had chosen from the trunk. The praise had her smile a little even as the blush deepened, and a moan left her lips as the toy started to vibrate. "Oh..." she nearly whimpered. Her body was oh so sensitive, but it hurt and felt so good anyway.

Letting her get accustomed to it, he settled his hand on her hip, keeping close to adjust it as needed. His grip tightened, fingers digging into her at that sound. It was music to his ears.

Leaning forward, he claimed her lips. Would she still crave this after years of marriage? He would have to make sure she did before destroying the Dark Lord. Make sure she needed him like this without other factors dictating it.

Her hips arched as his grip tightened on her. She nearly whimpered again before kissing him back, her lips parting to allow him back into her mouth. He was going to be the death of her in a way neither of them would have even begun to think about. And she didn't want him to stop.

His hands cupped her cheeks, keeping her close as he explored her mouth. Every flick of his tongue and spreading of their lips a claim in their own respect. A silent reminder of who she belonged to. Soon enough, he pulled her hip towards him, giving her something to grind on. As entertaining as it was to watch her arch for him, he wanted more of her.

Seven years occasionally getting off and striving off of self-control obliterated by her. She annihilated every ounce of his will.

Her arms tightened around him as she pressed closer, grinding into the toy and him as she nearly panted into his mouth. Even the low buzz from the toy was building her up. But at least at a lower setting, it wasn't making her cry. He'd likely manage that himself soon enough. Deepening the kiss, she moaned softly, her hips grinding into him.

Everything they did like this felt so self-indulgent. Most of her life had been about survival and little else. Now it felt like she grabbing at moments that made life so much more than just survival.

Her sounds reverberated down his spine, having him lift off to meet her hips. The hands on her cheeks shifted with hunger down her body. One latched around her neck while the other traveled lower. He squeezed her breast and clawed down her stomach. It made him wonder why he’d agreed for her to love him to make it swell with an heir. His heir. Though rationally it was for the best, now, with her wantonly grinding over him, begging to be broken, he wanted to make her his in every way.

“Such a good witch,” he praised, reaching to increase the toy’s pace.

She couldn't keep herself from grinding against him, trying to stay close as one hand latched around her neck and the other teased her. She squirmed more, pressing into him as her nails dug into his back. "Draco," she moaned against his lips, nipping at the bottom one and nearly tugging at it. "Fuck," she whimpered as she clutched at him. The increased intensity of the toy made her breath hitch and made her writhe.

So close. She was at the edge again, and she didn't know if she wanted to fall apart or not. This felt so intense and sensitive, and by the last release, she knew that she'd be crying. If not full-on sobbing in a mix of pleasure and pain.

“I’ll be doing that soon enough,” he promised against her ear in an undertone as she cried out to him. All he wanted was her. Where he could space out his conquests nearly years apart, he always thought of her and how amazing she would feel. He hoped he wouldn’t be summoned. He had far too much to achieve with his wife.

Still, he kissed her, touched her, pinched her nipples. She was his, and every touch he gave her was a testament to that very ideal.

The idea of him buried inside of her again had her nails dragging down his back in a bit of pleasure-fueled desperation. Kissing him back, she nearly screamed again, muffling the sound as she kissed him harder. That pinch to her nipples pitched her over the edge, tightening on the toy as she writhed against him.

If she got to relax in this bath after this climax, she might just melt into him further. Her body trembled, pleasure surging through her.

Draco watched the way her body rocked and writhed. He knew her body, knew how she looked when she was coming undone. It annoyed him that he wasn’t the cause. Not truly, but they had time for more. This was just a means to an end. A way to ensure he got her where she wanted to be.

“Such a good witch,” he murmured in her ear. Soon, he’d enjoy her again and again, but with five under his belt, he could let her relax a bit.

Clutching him tightly, she trembled through the aftershocks of pleasure, wanting to reach down and remove the toy, but he was still in charge. She had allowed him to be in charge with her. So, she wouldn't do anything to warrant a punishment.

"Bloody hell...I...I'm not leaving our bed tomorrow," she managed against his mouth.

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” he growled, reacting to how she clutched him. He reveled in it, the way she clung to him, and took every vibration that continued after her pleasure. For a while longer, he let it continue to push her limits. Soon enough, he reached between them to stop it, allowing her to breathe before taking it out and settling it on the ledge of the bath.

"You're going to be....the death of me," she whimpered. But it didn't sound like a complaint at the moment. As soon as he turned off the toy, she sighed and moved, resting her head on his shoulder as her hands smoothed over his back, up and down slowly. She wanted the contact. Her body still trembled, a sharp gasp leaving her as the toy was removed.

Draco cupped her cheeks. “You speak so sweetly when you’re sated,” he breathed against her lips. When he’d vowed to be with her til death do them part, he meant it. When she leaned in, he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer to him. He breathed her in, the way his scent clung to her skin. He had no doubt that one of them would lead to the death of the other.

The breath of his words had her smile a little, and she couldn't help but chuckle slightly even as she nestled in against him, soaking in his touch. The affection. The odd sense of security that she felt with him that she did not want to look at. Didn't want to analyze. And right now, she wasn't sure she would reach any sort of conclusion she liked. "You're...making it easy to..."

She was so close, chuckling and leaning into him. Her breasts pressed against his, her warmth leaning against him as he kept her close. “Easy to what?” He asked, amusement and curiosity lacing his words. What did he make easy for her? He was certainly curious on the matter.

Hermione didn't want to admit it out loud, but whispering it into his head felt even more intimate. But she had to pick one of them. "....to speak sweetly to you after all this," she whispered into his shoulder, not meeting his eyes.

At her words, he couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t like they were done. He could still get answers out of her. They had all night, and the next few days if he could help it. She’d remember him for days when they would be done. “I’m not even close to done with you,” he reminded gently but made no motion to move. He would let her rest. At least for a short time.

Letting out a slow breath, she nuzzled in against his neck. Her fingers smoothed down his back, tracing the lines she had left on him as she let herself simply relax for a moment. "I know...I said six but no more than eight...I'm not going to be able to think..." she admitted quietly, her voice a bit more husky from all of her cries.

“You did,” he breathed, nipping under her ear. “One day, I’ll mark the tally on your body,” he promised under his breath. Tonight was a test of sorts. To see how they both worked through her demands. Part of him wanted to make her come nine times, just to push her further than her demands. “See just how many times I can remind you who owns you.” He breathed the words against her ear, keeping her close to him.

The idea shouldn't make her tremble as she let herself relax back into the water, pressed in against his body for support. Closing her eyes, she knew she had to last at least once more....if not three times more. She would manage it. She had to. Hell, she had asked for it. The idea that he'd mark her up for it, though? It spoke to that dark part of her. "I think you'll be spending the rest of our lives..reminding me," she pressed a kiss to his neck.

“I will,” he vowed. He’d mark her up and leave her sore over and over again. She was his and would remain his for as long as they lived. “I’ll always remind you,” he groaned. Just thinking about it had him start to harden. She would be the death of him. He’d never truly understood risking everything for a woman until her. Now, he felt like every day was a gift and a gamble.

The vow of that had her draw back enough to look at him, brushing her lips gently to his. Of that, I have no doubt. Brightest witch of our age...and you have me all to yourself... And he could do what he wanted with her as long as he didn't truly harm her, or she consented to it.

Mine, his mind echoed. She was all his. The singular thought had him harden, his length twitching between his thighs. The warmth of the bath did nothing to help. He would claim all of her before morning. His lips met hers, deepening the exchange. You’re all mine.

Deepening the kiss a bit further, she nearly melted into him. Even with the heat of the exchange, there was something softer under it as well. She didn't want to be thawing towards him, and yet here she was. Doing it anyway. As much as she felt she could. Mine. She echoed as she nipped at his bottom lip.

It was still so odd to be claimed by her, to feel her mind echo the sentiment that crept up in such moments. And yet he didn’t fight it. He was hers. He would always be hers. After years of being on his own, he had never considered a functional partnership, even if their relationship was a bit of a work in progress.

Breaking the kiss to get a deeper breath again, she nuzzled against him, her body no longer trembling. She still felt incredibly sensitive. Her mind a little fuzzy and unfocused as her body felt tired and languid. At least once more and no more than three more. She might honestly beg not to hit eight, depending on how intense it all was.

Draco’s hands roamed her body. Smoothing up her back and down her arms. He smoothed over her thighs and cupped her breasts. He couldn’t not touch her. She felt so warm and welcoming. For a while longer, he’d allow her to rest. “I’m still not done with you yet,” he reminded gently, keeping her pressed to his front.

The feeling of his hands smoothing over her body had her sigh and press in against him a little closer, keeping the space between them minimal. If she wasn't touching him, she would feel less grounded. Even the act of curling up to him helped ground her. "I know...at least once more..." Or three. The idea of that would have made her knees buckle if she had been standing.

“I think twice, maybe three,” he supplied huskily. He wanted her to enjoy him taking that ass, and he planned to take his time. He had a couple of plugs lined up to get her where she needed to be, but for now, he would allow the warm water to help relax her. “You’ve been so very good for me this far,” he praised.

The idea of that had her shiver, and she glanced up at him through her lashes as she blushed. "You truly want me unable to walk unless potions help, don't you?" She had meant it to be chiding, but it sounded more like a tease. Damn it. She enjoyed what he was doing to her. Even with the humiliation of having been on that lead around the manor. If any of his men mentioned it, she planned on hexing them later. "I can be a very good witch...."

“Yes,” he replied honestly. The idea that she would feel him for days after? It was enough to make him hard again. “My good witch,” he praised, petting her hair. “I’ll let you rest, but before that…” he leaned it and breathed her in with appreciation. Seizing her wrists, he settled her back against his chest. “I’m going to have all of you,” he whispered, shifting to press her chest against the edge of the tub.

Would he have admitted that so easily if they couldn't lie to each other? Perhaps. It was why she skirted questions at times. The gentle petting to her hair had her relaxing further. She could fall asleep with him here, pressed to his warm body, if they didn't move. But she gasped as he shifted them and pushed her chest against the edge of the tub. Looking over her shoulder at him, she flushed again, looking him over. "Pretty sure you have all of me, Draco..."

Pinning her, he kept her steady to pet down her back. “Not yet,” he reminded, smoothing over her arse. “But soon,” he brushed his fingers against her clit and through her folds before drawing back to where he planned to end the night. “Lean over the ledge and stick that perfect arse of yours out for me, darling,” he demanded.

The light stroke down her back and her shiver before she gasped as his fingers brushed her clit. "What...what are you planning?" She couldn't help but ask it even as she listened to what he said, leaning over the edge of the tub to leave her arse on display for him.

Draco kissed along the back of her shoulder while he reached for his wand. Two flicks and he summoned a vial of lubricant and a smaller plug. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he promised, pouring a generous amount of lube on her arse and smearing it with his hand. “Just relax,” he demanded, slipping a finger into her.

The kisses along her shoulder had her eyes slowly shut, a soft sigh leaving her lips. That was nice so far. But as that lubricant was poured onto her, she squirmed in place, her brow furrowing a little. Her body stayed relaxed but she gasped and almost pulled away as he eased that finger inside of her.

“That’s it,” he praised, slipping it in and out a few times. “Deep breath,” he encouraged, working in a second one. She wasn’t fighting him, which was a good start. He enjoyed how open-minded she was for his desires. Though he knew the logistics behind his actions, she was the first he wanted to own every part of. “So tight,” he moaned. If how she felt around his fingers was any indication, he’d be finding bliss rather quickly. She was his to do with as he pleased, especially when she offered herself so eagerly.

As she took in a deep breath, she whimpered as he added another finger. It caused her to tense a bit, her hands gripping the edge of the tub as she tried not to squirm in place. It was tempting, in a bit of apprehension and fear, to use their safe word. He wouldn't hurt her. And while this wasn't exactly pleasant, feeling far more strange, it didn't hurt. He was being careful. Her cheeks were a deep scarlet, more from embarrassment for letting him do this in the first place.

The red in her cheeks had his length harden. Bent over, obviously embarrassed, and taking what he gave her with those soft sounds. As much as he expected her to be a lady outside their bedroom, he knew he’d gladly scorch the earth for her in moments like these. “Such a good witch,” he praised, careful to keep her slick as he teased and stretched her. Slowly, he pulled his fingers to prep the training plug. It would fill her more than his fingers, but she’d need another before he put her through his length. “Deep breath,” he ordered, placing it against her rear.

The stretching with his fingers had her gripping the tub. This wasn't worth saying her safe word for. It had never been an act she was particularly interested in, but it would give her core a bit more of a break. And she couldn't imagine him making her fall apart this way. Taking in a slow, deep breath, she let it out as he slowly worked the plug into her. She did squirm a bit that time but stilled herself.

He’d make her love it. He had every intention of making her wanton like this—his good wife. “So good,” he praised, slowly filling her with the tapered plug. “We’ll change it out in an hour or so,” he teased her with it, pulling it in and out as he pushed it further until it completely disappeared inside her.

A soft whimper left her lips as she tried not to squirm. It felt strange. Different. A bit of pressure that wasn't unpleasant but wasn't quite pleasant either. As he pulled it in and out, she squirmed a bit more with a gasp. "Change it?" She echoed with a bit of surprise. With it fully inside, she lowered back into the bath on her knees, not letting herself rest down on her arse, not wanting more pressure on this new experience.

“To a bigger one, get you used to it before I have my way with you,” he responded huskily, keeping her close but letting her shift. He noted how she avoided sitting. She would be feeling it for as long as he pleased. He wanted her to feel that pressure, to know he was getting her ready for him. He had half a mind to make her straddle him and make her feel extra full. Instead, he brought a hand between her legs and settled for testing if she was still needy for him.

"Of course...that's what you meant by having all of me soon..." she muttered. Feeling him close to her back, she didn't pull away but wasn't exactly sure how to take this development. Before she could say anything more, she felt his fingers brushing between her folds. It had her shiver. She was still wet for him but not as drenched as she had been earlier in the evening.

Curling his finger inside of her, he pressed his thumb to her clit. He’d condition her to enjoy it if he had to. Leaning in, he parted her lips with his and pushed his tongue forward in a hungry kiss. He’d let her rest soon, but not before expressing his point. How she was filled at every turn by him in some way. All mine, his mind echoed between their bond.

A gasp left her as his fingers pressed inside of her and his thumb pressed to her clit. The feeling of his fingers inside of her while her arse was also filled nearly had her squirm. It felt so odd. Strange. But his hungry claiming of her had her shiver as it always did, her lips parting for him to let his tongue in. She had been wrong before. His mouth between her legs wasn't him eating her alive. This was. Consuming all of her, piece by piece to prove that he could and prove that some part of her craved that intense sense of belonging somewhere, to someone. She gripped at his legs on either side of her with him looming over her, trapping her between him and the edge of the tub, her nails biting into his legs.

Those little crescents being dug into his thighs had him add two more fingers to her. Any sound she made was devoured by the hungry kiss he laid into her. She was trapped between his body and that ledge. With his thumb, he worked her up again, teasing as he seized control of her. He smeared kisses along her jaw and down her neck to leave a hickey on the other side. There would be no way to hide his claims for a few days. Not without potions and charms.

Her hips bucked as he filled her with more of his fingers. She whimpered into the kiss, her moans muffled as she kissed him back. Despite the new sensations the plug gave, him kissing her and touching her was building her back up. Desire sparked through her sensitive body as she tried not to writhe. The pleasure bordered on pain, but it hurt and felt so good. Her eyes fell closed as he kissed and nipped and sucked at her skin, her breathing getting a little more uneven again.

Pulling his hand away, he gripped her hips and brought her down with him to sit. At least the warmth of the water would continue to help ease any tension. As much as it could. Mind could ofter trump matter. “Who do you belong to?” He practically purred the words against her neck, keeping her sitting straddling him, reaching back to push against the plug gently.

As she was pulled down onto his lap to straddle him, she whimpered softly, her hands moving off of his thighs to grip his shoulders again. Closing her eyes, she took in a slow breath, blushing a brilliant shade of scarlet. "To you," she gasped, squirming a little as he pushed against the plug.

When they’d exchanged vows, he hadn’t imagined a fulfilling sex life. Seeing her blush the way she did, offering herself to him. “I do love you in Gryffindor scarlet this way,” he brushed his knuckles to her heated cheeks. All that bravado, and here she was, blushing for him, at what she allowed him to do to her. He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheeks, enjoying the way they burned his lips.

"Of course you do," she said, making sure she didn't squirm as she leaned into that gentle touch and then kissed her cheek. What was he doing to her? Had she always been prone to such deviant behavior? Her reading material would point to yes. And yet she couldn't say she would have imagined things turning out this way. "...You like embarrassing me this way," she murmured, meeting his gaze with her own. Even with all of the heat, there was a small spark of uncertainty in what he was doing, but she didn't use that word. Either she trusted him enough to push through it, or she didn't want to lose. Or she was secretly curious.

Draco watched her a moment, tucking strands of chestnut hair behind her ear. “If you’re asking if I get off on your humiliation, degradation, and willingness…yes,” he responded earnestly. It wasn’t like he could lie to her. “I revel in making you mine. The way you whimper and cry for me,” he continued. He loved knowing she belonged to him, that she begged for him to fuck her. He’d been holding back to an extent. Perhaps he shouldn’t have.

Hermione met his gaze, blushing a bit more deeply. "It wasn't a question....more a statement...you get off on hurting me as much as I'll allow, on humiliating and degrading me, on making me beg, on making my mind a scrambled mess, on watching me writhe and knowing that no one else will ever get such a reaction out of me again..." Unless something killed him. The till death did they part was a serious part of their vows. And yet, despite what he did, or perhaps because of it, she enjoyed every boundary he pushed even if afterwards, she would likely experience some sort of sub-drop from all of this.

She wasn’t wrong. He enjoyed all of those things. “I haven’t heard any complaints,” he curled his fingers under her chin to keep her gaze on his. “You’re not defenseless, though,” he reminded her. Didn’t she see how much she controlled him with her desires? How much he had warmed to having only her. To have her want him. No, need him.

"No complaints..." she murmured, the flush staying that deep red, fueled by the quiet admittance as she kept her gaze on him. "I suppose the safe word does keep me from being defenseless," she drawled, shifting in his lap slightly, her fingers tracing over his shoulders. He seemed so damn in control, she wasn't sure just how much he lost it for her. But she could tell that he'd warmed up to having only her. He wouldn't have kissed her in public otherwise.

The more she blushed, the harder he felt himself become. As much as he wanted to let her rest, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer without being balls deep inside her. He smirked at her words. “Until I have you gagged and hog-tied,” he whispered against her lips, nipping at her lower one harshly only to kiss her again. He swore he could live off devouring both her mouth and her cunt. Did she not feel how starved he was when he claimed her? Only for her. Pulling back, he took her hand and set it against his length. “You cause this, darling,” he reminded, guiding her fist around his length, enjoying how she felt. He swore he’d never get enough of her.

Raising a brow at him as he whispered that, she kissed him back before nipping a little harder on his bottom lip. "Not sure you'll convince me to let you do that to me, darling." He already gagged her with his cock enough. The thought had her tremble, and it had her wetter as she thought about it. Her hand wrapped around his length, lightly squeezing him before she stroked up and down. Her thumb swiped over the head of him, and she almost ground into him, though her shifting her weight put a little pressure on that plug, having her almost gasp. "Well, I certainly hoped I was the cause," she half-teased, sounding a little breathless.

“Have I hurt you?” He asked. “Truly, irreparably hurt you?” He continued, pinching her nipple. The way she squeezed and teased him as she envisioned his capabilities, he was sure she was soaked just thinking about it. Reaching between them, he tested that theory. Even gagged and at my mercy, I can never quite escape your ire, he smiled as he pressed the thought forward. It was convenient to have that bond, but it was also dangerous. The things she could glean if she followed it far enough. The admittances he allowed himself while inside of her.

"My pride? Absolutely. My body? No," she admitted with a soft moan as he pinched her. Arching into his hand, she continued stroking over his length, almost gasping at the brush of his fingers between her legs again. She was getting soaked, slick with arousal from his teasing. His words. His touches. The pressure of the plug was just blending with everything at this point. I'm starting to think you like my ire as long as it doesn't have me withdrawing from you. He seemed to like her fiery.

“If I wanted some obedient carp, I had a lineup of them,” he reminded her. He could have had a few heirs by now and locked them down until their presence was convenient or warranted. Instead, he had chosen her. Tethered their very souls with vows few used anymore. “But you, my darling,” he thrust his fingers in and out of her, practically moaning at how wonderfully wet she was. “I think your body is more honest than your mind,” he whispered in her ear. I think you like the idea of being helpless for me, of letting me take you. It’s okay to want me to…

"You did...despite wanting me not to argue with you in public...I think you like it when I argue with you," she said, about to nip at him again before his fingers thrust inside of her. She moaned and rocked her hips into his fingers despite the oversensitivity from her five other climaxes. Her body trembled, aching for more as much as it needed a break. Letting her eyes fall closed, she tried to take in a few deep breaths as his words invaded her mind through their bond. Wanting you and admitting I want you is the easy part, she countered. Admitting she liked being helpless for him was still difficult. Seven years of making sure she was helpless to no one and yet she craved being helpless to him? He could ruin her if he wanted to.

Their public life was a sham, but here, naked and raw as they were. It was different. No one knew him as much as she did at this point. Not Blaise nor Theo, though they knew enough, even they were kept at arms length on the best of days. “I do enjoy your fire,” he agreed. “Makes punishing you much more enjoyable.” His fingers continued to build her slow and steady. “Whenever you want me to push your boundaries, you know exactly how to set me off,” he reminded. Though push too far and I’ll have to kill for you again, he warned. Or maim as he had recently done. A dead journalist and a wandless prick. Next one to touch his wife would die. Slowly. And she’d get to watch.

Another moan left her as her nails started to dig into his shoulders, her other hand still stroking over his length, squeezing at the base. Her hips rolled into his hand, eagerly wanting his fingers inside of her. "Just wait till I'm used to it...I might taunt you while you punish me," she teased as much as warned. Oh, she'd end up bruised and he'd end up covered in her claw marks. "Let another wizard too close?" She teased just a little before she moaned as his fingers sank back inside of her. Her head fell forward slightly, taking in a deep breath as she kept stroking him as well. Pretty sure I killed Wood. So we've both killed for me once. Greengrass keeps testing me, and my number might go up to two...

“You can piss me off or crawl to me anytime you’d like reminding of your place,” he groaned. He took his fingers out of her and brought her on his lap, closer to where she stroked him. I let you kill Wood, which was a testament to my self-control. He had wanted to end him, but watching her do it, it had been too good to pass up. When you kill her, make sure I get to watch… he taunted. He had no feelings for the youngest Greengrass. She was young and opinionated, the kind that could easily cause issues. Her death would likely put a number of purebloods at ease. “Now be a good witch and lower yourself on me,” he ordered.

"So generous," she gasped, trying not to sound nearly as breathless, but she was nearly trembling. As she was drawn closer, she lightly squeezed his length once again. Let me? You promised I could kill him after showing me his memories...and you liked watching me do it. You like knowing and seeing how vicious I can be to others. She half taunted. It was something that got him just as hot and bothered as the idea that he would kill or maim for her. Promise. She swore as she arched into him. The order had her shiver and lightly bite down on her bottom lip as she lifted up off of his lap and slowly sank down onto his cock with a whimper of a moan. Oh. That felt different with that plug in.

After nearly a decade of being conditioned for gratuitous violence, he’d be lying if his enjoyment of pain in the bedroom wasn’t a byproduct of it. With his hands on her hips, he encouraged her to rise and fall on him. He could feel the added pressure from her insert, especially when he reached back to press it into her. “You don’t have to wait for her to make a wrong move, you know,” he whispered in her ear, rolling her down on him to add friction. “You can force her hand to do so on your terms,” he reminded. She was a Malfoy now. There was no need to play by the rules. They could make them.

As he pressed the plug into her a bit more with pressure on the flared base, she gasped before starting to rise and fall with sure movements of her hips. One hand resting on his chest while the other gripped his shoulder. Her body trembled, whimpers of moans leaving her lips. Her body felt so sensitive, and she wasn't sure how long it would take to push her over the edge more times. With him and the plug, she felt so very full. "Tempting...Rather not...upset Daphne...unless Astoria forces my hand," she managed to get out between the rises and falls of her hips, it taking more effort to focus.

It would probably be doing Daphne a favor, but he kept the thought to himself. Instead, he focused on how wonderful she felt, spearing herself onto him, struggling to make a full sentence without effort. “I was going to wait, but I think you can take the bigger one,” he moaned in her ear, pressing that plug in again. At this rate, he’d give her more than eight orgasms. Part of him wanted to mark them into her flesh like a tally.

Her nails dug into his chest and his shoulder, the sound of his moaned words in her ear having her tremble. While she didn't know if she even wanted the larger plug, the sounds he made got her hotter. It felt like a loop. The more she responded, the hotter he got, and the hotter he got, the hotter she got. Her mind felt like it was scrambling as she ground down against him. But she couldn't object. Not right then.

Keeping her in his lap, he wrapped an arm around her waist and seized his wand. There was no reason to stop. Not with how good she felt. After a steadying breath, he cleared his mind and muttered the switching spell. He’d had enough practice throughout the years since learning it fourth and fifth year. The properties of the one in her arse taking on those of the larger one on the ledge of the bath. Immediately, he felt the added pressure, making her feel even tighter against him. “Fuck you feel good,” he praised, lifting his hips into her.

When he simply used magic rather than switching them, her hips bucked, and she squirmed in his lap with a louder gasp. Her nails dragged down his chest and dug into his shoulder. She froze a moment, having to adjust to the larger size, the added pressure. At least, she tried to, until he arched up into her and had another needy moan leave her lips. "Fuck..." she whimpered, her hips slowly starting to rise and fall on him again.

He was sure his good witch had broken skin. The way her nails dug into him, he could only imagine the mess she was making of him. He didn’t care, watching her face was so much better. The way her lips parted and her eyes widened. It was invasive, just like most of what he did with her. “Oh, I plan to do that too,” he promised at her expletive. He’d fuck her so good she’d beg for it.

Hermione rose and fell over him smoothly, her nails digging into his skin as she did so. Her legs trembled, the feeling of that full feeling making it feel like he was filling more of her. It had her whimper softly, a bit more intense pressure than the first plug, but she still didn't safeword out. He seemed determined to try this...and he was doing such a good job of making her fall apart over and over again.

Those whimpers, that steady pace. She was perfect. Seizing her hips, he pulled her down more firmly, breaking up the comfort of her cadence. It wasn’t long before he was taking back control, slamming her down as water lapped around them. He hated how impatient she made him. How much he wanted to give into self-gratification. “Don’t you dare come,” he warned. He only had three that she’d allow, and he wasn’t wasting one like this. He had to make them count, make sure she truly was an aching mess come morning.

A cry of pleasure left her lips as soon as he pulled her down on him like that. As he took control of her rise and fall, her head fell back as another loud moan that was nearly a cry left her lips as she trembled. Her nails dug back in at different points on his shoulders, her breathing uneven. The warning made her whimper as she looked at him through her lashes, her eyes a little unfocused. "...Draco..." his name was a whimpered whine, a soft complaint to his warning.

“If you do, I’ll tie you to our bed with that toy on the lowest setting inside you and watch you writhe,” he warned her, yanking her hair back to nip at her throat. Though he slowed his pace, he kept it rough, slamming her down as his hips reached up. He could feel his balls tighten. He was so close. Every time he convinced himself to let her recuperate, he was back to filling her.

What could she do but whimper at that as she let him guide the pace, nip at her throat, and have her at his mercy? The slowed pace helped her not get tipped over the edge, but she bit down on her bottom lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood as she clutched at him. She had to focus on his face, had to focus on that still strange pressure, as he filled her over and over again.

Despite wanting nothing more than to fill her, he pulled her off. “Get dry and in bed,” he growled, his throbbing length making him instantly regret his own demands. She had resisted so well. He’d reward her for it. Delaying them both would make everything better. He didn’t want to be too sensitive when he finally had her ass, and he wanted her wanton for it—wanted her to beg him for those final releases.

A louder whine left her as he pulled her off of his cock, blinking a few times as she stared at him, eyes wide and her cheeks flush as she tried to catch her breath. "I....yes," she whimpered the words. She had been so terribly close to release. Slowly standing up, it felt even more strange to stand up straight with her arse filled with that plug. It had her shift in place even as she got out of the tub, got her wand, and took in a few deep breaths before she was able to cast the spell to dry herself off.

Her steps to the bed were not her usual smooth stride. She wobbled and moved carefully, that pressure and odd presence having her half tempted to draw the plug out...but she knew that would change this encounter to making a mess of her to punishing her. Instead of following that impulse, she got in bed like he demanded, closing her eyes to take in a few deep breaths.

For a moment, he just sat in the water, arms fanned on the ledge of the large pool-sized bath. He'd be back in there after everything, likely with her sated and exerted in his embrace. He needed to clear his mind, to remind himself he was rewarding her. There was still that lingering edge from having to make a scene with Cormac he had to suppress.

He took his time to get out, taking a towel to dry himself. What all had she pulled from that trunk? He tried to recall the items he hadn't paid attention to. There was still some of that colorful rope and a candle. He could work with that. Wand in hand, he summoned the rope and made his way to where she lay for him. "Since I'm rewarding you," he slicked his lips. "I'll let you decide where you want your arms tied. Front? Back? At your waist, your head..." There were so many delicious options.

Laying back on the bed, she caught her breath and managed to calm a little bit, but there was a subtle ache from the denied release. Even with the oversensitivity that she knew it would bring, that it would be even harder to focus, to stand, she had craved it. Taking in a slow breath, she opened her eyes as he approached and licked her lips, biting on her bottom lip as she considered. "....At my waist or over my head...front or back could limit how you position me if you intend to keep me tied," she managed to reason as she looked between him and the length of colorful rope.

Draco smiled as she rationalized it. Going with what she knew, trying to anticipate his desires. Part of him wondered if he should have just tied her up, fucked her senseless, and let her come to terms with it rather than give her options. Tying her arms wouldn't limit him, it would merely dictate her level of comfort. Extending his left hand expectantly he waited. "Hand," he demanded, not giving her a hint of what he planned to do. It made her reactions that much more enticing.

Sitting up, she offered him both of her hands, letting him choose how he started. While she had the control of the safeword, she had already laid out what she was comfortable with for the evening and he pushed it a little further. She just hoped he wouldn't push it even further than he already stated he would. That boundary he was pushing was already one she hadn't ever considered being pushed before.

Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed her knuckles before tying a single-column tie against her wrist and moving onto her waist to do the same. He was gentle. Gentler than he was with anyone he normally strung up. He'd practiced to perfect it with his wand, to visualize various binds. With her, it was intimate. He loved the way her skin felt under his fingers as he secured her. It was a basic hip cuff, nothing over the top, and he could easily undo a wrist, or both without having to work through the parts around her waist. Not like he was about to share that information. Not when she squirmed so beautifully.

The light kiss to her knuckles had her smile a little more gently without even meaning to. All of this was building something between them that she didn't want to look too closely at. Trust was getting easier, even if he still infuriated her at times. Like this? He always made sure she was incredibly satisfied and hadn't hurt her, even when he could have before the vows. Whether it was actual affection or obsession, she didn't know. And right now, she didn't care. Not as he secured one wrist to her waist, watching him work as he tied the rope around her body.

She was so quiet and still as he worked. He could feel her gaze on him as he wrapped and knotted her with the colorful length of rope. He kissed the knuckles on her other hand before doing another altered single-column tie. Stepping back, he looked at his handy work. On her front or back, her hands would be restricted without having to bear her weight. "Beautiful," he breathed, stepping closer to her, tugging the rope around her waist forward. "Some time I'll wrap you in ropes and display you from the ceiling," he promised.

The kiss again to her hand had butterflies in her stomach. He could be so gentle at times, and then there was the rest of the time. It was such a stark contrast that she was left not knowing what to say to that. As she was tugged by the rope towards him, she gasped softly and blushed before a smile curved her lips. "Like you did in the harness?"

"The rope would be the harness," he imagined her body harnessed with rope, her arms secured behind her back. "Tied right, they can highlight so much," he paused to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples beneath his thumbs. "They can grant access... while keeping you secure," he would have to show her sometime. As much as he was certain she'd appreciate the images, it was so much more fun to make her gasp and whimper through the unknown. "I wouldn't blindfold you for that though." He would want her to see the care in every knot, to have her appreciate just how trapped she would be. He nudged her back onto the bed and reached for his wand. "Accio candle," he summoned it and held it in hand. With a few enchantments he duplicated it and settled a number of them across his room. Covering his dresser, the table, the fireplace ledge. The lights dimmed and the candles roared to life in unison. A romantic backdrop by any means. One he also planned to eventually use to other ends.

The imagery was perfect and kept her just as aroused as she had been. At his mercy in ropes and able to be teased was something that had her shiver, a soft moan leaving her lips as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs. Her chest arched into his hands, her gaze meeting his easily. "Oh good...I'd like to watch you tie me up," she admitted quietly. Moving back onto the bed, laying back for him, she took in a slow breath, watching him as he worked. The fact that the room was now filled with candles had her blushing for a different reason. The ambience was more romantic than she would have expected.

It also meant candles at arms reach whenever he wished to subject her to a little heat. If he chose to. A light scent of soy with a mix of oils mixed into the candles. Perhaps he'd rub her down with one later, she seemed to like it when he did, and any excuse to touch her wasn't something he'd complain about. Especially when she spoke such beautiful words to him. Following directives as though they hadn't been rivals for years. The lights from the candles and the hearth cast shadows on her body he enjoyed. Seizing where the ropes connected her wrists to her hips, he yanked her until her arse was flush with the edge of the bed. Plucking his wand off the bed he summoned a few pillows to prop under her lower back. Settling a hand on her pelvis, he stroked her with his knuckles, always testing to see how ready he was keeping her despite the lack of touching.

As he grabbed her and pulled her to the edge of the bed, she gasped softly, letting him position her exactly how he wanted her. The pillows were only going to help after all. A soft gasp that turned to a moan left her as his knuckles teased along her folds. She was still quite wet, his words and the interrupted orgasm leaving her more needy than she had been in the bath after placing the plug.

"I like how ready you are for me," he praised, still not doing more than tease her with the back of his digits. Pulling away, he seized the base of his length and aligned himself. "Always so eager," he acknowledged, sheathing himself in a single thrust. She felt warm and slick against his length, and the sight of her folds spread and accepting every inch of him, it was a sight he would never tire of. With a palm flat against her pelvis he found a slow and steady pace and kept it, alternating entering her to the hilt and pausing halfway.

A soft gasp left her lips as she blushed a bit more deeply. "Well...you are very handsome and so skilled with your hands, your mouth, your cock, and your words," she murmured a little breathlessly as he teased her before he sheathed himself inside of her. She moaned, arching a little even on the pillows. Her hands flexed, gripping the sides of the pillows with a slight twist in the ropes, but unable to move them more than that. But she had to sink her nails into something to grasp on as he alternated between filling it completely and teasing her with it. It had her whimper softly. "Draco..."

All those praises for him, he hadn't quite expected the elogious statements. He watched her hands, the way they clutched at air and struggled before settling on the pillows he propped her over. "Yes darling?" he asked, keeping up his slow motions, mixing full and half thrusts. Before she could reply, he slipped his other hand beneath where they joined, gripping the pommel of the plug to slowly pull it out and push it back in in time with his cock.

The slow motions of his thrusts had her almost writhe, her eyes falling closed as she moaned. She opened her mouth to reply before her breath hitched at the strange feeling of both the plug and his cock filling her at the same time. It had her squirm, her grip tightening on the pillows that were propping her up as she whimpered. "Please..."

"Tell me what you want, darling," he continued that languorous pace, enjoying how wonderful she felt. The plug made her feel tighter against him and added more friction to the silk of her inner walls. He could feel his blood pulsing through his body, echoing along his length as he slowly started to build.

"More," she whimpered softly, trying not to squirm, that languorous pace slowly building her right back for him. "Not...not half thrusts...please..." She moaned softly, opening her eyes to look at him, pleasure already consuming her expression, her body so sensitive from each of her previous climaxes.

Draco sheathed himself and focused on the plug, pulling it out and pushing it back in. "Like this?" he teased after a few ins and outs, trying not to moan as he felt it against his cock, felt the way it filled her. The way he would soon fill it.

As he thrust inside of her but then didn't move, she started to whimper before she gasped and squirmed as he pushed the plug in and out of her arse. The way she could feel it and how it put more pressure on his cock inside of her made her squirm. "Not...not what I meant..." she murmured with a shiver.

He shifted the angle of it, trying to find the one that would bring her pleasure. "No?" he asked, mocking shock, slowly working to match the pace, teasing her with both in tandem. Three more, and he had to decide how to pace them.

As he shifted the angle, it was a moment or two of shifting before she gasped and her nails dug further into the pillows as she arched, her eyes widening a little bit more as another moan left her lips. It was unexpected, adding pleasure that didn't blend pain into it due to the lack of stimulation that way earlier, it layered more pleasure into it all.

The shock on her features at how good it felt was gratifying. It gave him ideas for future moments. Keeping that angle he continued his motions into her. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “I want you to come all over me,” he groaned. He wanted to feel that clench and how drenched she’d feel. Even more than she did.

Keeping that pace, with the plug and his cock both filling her, she had to try not to squirm. She didn't want to upset that angle. It had her white-knuckling her grip on the pillow, wishing she could sink her nails into his arms, his shoulders, his hair...something. Another moan left her lips and she trembled, getting closer as she bit down on her bottom lip gently. Close...please. Even in his head, her voice was a pleasure-filled whine.

Her voice in his mind was delicious, but it would be better bouncing against the walls. “Hmm?” He sounded expectantly. She was a smart witch, she knew what he expected and wanted from her.

The expectation shouldn't have surprised her. It was just hard to speak. She moaned louder as she arched into him a little, releasing the grip on her bottom lip. "Please," she whimpered. "So...so close...Draco...please..."

That was much better. Eventually, she would embrace begging him. He’d make sure of it, get her accustomed to it at every turn. “That’s it darling,” he exolted, keeping steady in his pace, ensuring he stimulated all the right parts of her body to help her over the edge.

The steady pace kept building her up and up, holding her at the edge for a moment. It was a blend of pleasure and pain as her already overstimulated body took more than she would have expected it to. Another cry left her lips as her head fell back, tightening on his length as her grip tightened again on the pillows, propping her up for him, her body arching beneath him. Her cry turned to a mixture of moans and soft gasps of pain with her pleasure. She was so sensitive.

The slow pace helped keep him steady to weather the clenching of her inner walls as they did their best to try and milk him. Rather than shove the plug back in, he kept it out, discarding it to the floor. “You feel so good,” he slowly pushed in and out of her, watching his length vanish into her only to reemerge coated in her bliss. After a few more thrusts he pulled out and flipped her beside the pillows. “Arse in the air,” he demanded, knowing it would be more challenging with how her arms were tied up, but not impossible.

As he kept thrusting in and out of her folds, she whimpered and squirmed there on the pillows. The lack of the plug felt strange after having two of them in for what she felt was a decent amount of time, even if she didn't know how long it was. She whimpered as he rolled her over onto the bed, knowing what was likely to come. She took in a slow, deep breath, carefully pushing herself up. With a bit of careful movement, she got her knees up under her and lifted up off of the bed. Her arse on display as well as her folds still slick with her release.

He watched as she struggled through his order. Enjoyed the sight of her executing his demands despite her own apprehension. As she did as she was told, he summoned the lube in a bout of silent, wandless magic.

“That’s my good witch,” he drawled, smoothing her butt cheek with his free hand, spreading it to see how stretched she was for it.

As his hands smoothed over her rear, she squirmed in place a little, keeping balanced on her knees as she took in a slow, deep breath, trying to keep herself relaxed. The second plug seemed to have helped, especially with how he had used it on her.

Keeping her cheeks as spread as he could, he let the cool liquid drip over her. He would rather add more than necessary than cause her more discomfort than necessary. Though still slick from her climax, he focused on covering his length in lube before setting the vial down. With both hands, he gripped her arse and spread her, enjoying the sight of her glistening and swollen. He’d wake her up with sex. Or so he promised himself, letting her go and spanking her left cheek, followed by her right one, before seizing himself.

Letting him continue to prepare her, she took in slow deep breaths, keeping herself as relaxed as she could be. Her body was so sensitive, her core still drenched as she trembled. The spanks to her arse had her gasp, squirming in place a little, and almost losing some of her balance. Staying up on her knees was hard with the number of times he had made her fall apart.

Those breaths, the way she did her best to stay in place. It was hard to keep resisting. Seizing the base of his length, he pressed against her, pushing against her entrance as she exhaled. Inch by blissful inch, he entered her, his own breath hitching as he completely sheathed himself. “You feel amazing,” he growled approvingly.

As he pushed inside of her, she whimpered, trying not to tense up or squirm as he sheathed himself inside of her. She whimpered, keeping herself relaxed as she squirmed in place once he was inside of her. "...still bigger than the plug..."

A smile tugged at his lips at that. “And you take it so well,” he reminded, pulling out and easing back in, trying to mirror the angle that had made her moan earlier. He would find that sensitive spot, the one that would make her scream for him.

The slow drawback out had her breath hitch a little as he eased back in. She could feel him shifting to angle better, and after two or three thrusts, she gasped softly as he found what he was looking for. "Oh..."

At that single vowel sound, he kept a firm grip on her hips. He wouldn’t risk losing that angle as he began a slow pace to tease it. This felt so much tighter. If he went too fast, he’d finish before she came undone, and he couldn’t have that.

The slow, careful thrusts were appreciated as she adjusted to this, adjusted to him. Though each time he teased over that spot, she shivered. Soft gasps left her lips, the sound starting to tend towards moans as her body adjusted, and as he pressed into it again and again.

The louder she grew, the faster or firmer he got, alternating between speed and strength. She felt so good; he couldn’t remember why he’d waited so long to claim her like this. Eventually, the sounds of their bodies slapping together grew steady, moans of his own escaping his lips as he felt that building pleasure.

The firmer thrusts into her body had her gasp, pressing back into him as she moaned. Her body was still sensitive, but this was a way to bring her pleasure without overloading her clit or g-spot. At least, not in the same sort of way. As he moaned, she trembled, her breaths a little more uneven as those continued thrusts quicker, and then slower and harder, built her up. Slower, a much slower build-up than he'd get otherwise, but still getting closer to a seventh.

She felt so slick, and though he knew it was the lubricating potion, it was more than that. The silk of her inner walls was different. Added to the tightness, and she was lucky he wasn’t just chasing his own pleasure. It would be so easy to just spend himself here and ignore her own budding pleasure. “Fuck Hermione,” he let his head fall back as he cursed with delight.

The careful continued thrusts had her whine and writhe, soft moans leaving her lips as she pushed back into his thrust every so often. Desire pulsed through her as much as pleasure started to. "Pretty sure...you're doing that," she responded with a bit of cheek.

"I am," he agreed, giving a bit more weight to his thrusts, loving how she met him. Fucking her was the easiest thing to do, especially when she was so eager to please. Reaching forward, he wrapped her locks in his fist and yanked her head back. Bound, whimpering, and at his mercy. He lived for this very sight. It had him pick up the pace, filling her with a firm, steady pace.

That added weight had her moan louder and squirm before her head was pulled back by her hair, making her cry out. She squirmed, feeling the strain in being pulled back slightly like that, but the pain blended into everything else and had her tremble with a soft gasp. Years of fighting, and now pain blended so deeply in with her feelings of pleasure.

Those sounds encouraged his hips to drill into her, to abandon himself to her, not letting go of the way he gripped her hair and hip. Just like him, it seemed his wife needed that pain, that boundary that so few understood. Or perhaps more did since the tides of change that had led them here. His nostrils flared as he felt that exertion, that pooling pleasure at the base of his spine, the heat that coursed through him.

The drilling into her had her moan and nearly bite back the sound as he continued to keep her hair pulled like that. He was going to put a crick in her neck, and she didn't care. Not as he filled her over and over again as she gasped, squirming more, getting closer to another release.

He could feel his wife shift and writhe. That involuntary motion that told him she was building as quickly as he was. He didn’t let up. Not when she felt so good like this, not when they were chasing that same release. The hand on her hip pulled back to give her right cheek a firm slap before resuming its bruising grip. So close, but he had to hold on just a little longer for her.

A sharp gasp left her as soon as that hand collided with her rear. It made her squirm a bit more, her breathing more uneven as her hands flexed in their restraints, wanting to grasp onto anything as her legs trembled with the effort of keeping her up. "So...so close...."

Her words were the encouragement he needed to continue. To keep that tension in her neck as he gripped her hair and continued to drill into her. The more she struggled, the better she felt, and the way she teetered so close to the end. He wanted to force it out of her with every collision of his hips slamming into her arse. His breath was ragged as he felt that familiar tug, the tightening in his balls.

The steady pace of that drilling into that spot had her breath hitching, had her squirming, and a bit of strain in her neck before she gasped. Her pleasure crashed into her, feeling quite different than her usual release, making her whimper softly. Her legs trembled, and keeping herself up on her knees took effort.

That blissful explosion of heat and release overcame him as he pushed through. His hand released her hair to grip her hips. He could feel that added warmth as he rode out his orgasm, keeping her steady. Holding her there, he stilled as he caught his breath. Then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, not quite ready to verbalize his praise. Slowly he pulled out, his gaze on her arse, watching as some of his seed spilled out. He loved filling her with it, knowing it was a claim on her body. His hands smoothed over her back, taking her in before slowly releasing a first wrist.

As he released her hair, she sank back down onto the bed, panting softly with a bit of a whimper. Her body was sore. Sensitive. And she wasn't sure how he had managed to get her to finish that way. The man was trouble. So much trouble and it made her crave more of him than she got to have of him. The kiss had her relax even as she flexed her hands. She squirmed as he slowly pulled out of her, lowering back down to the bed as she shivered. Small aftershocks shook her body, and if he kept going past seven, she was pretty sure her mind would go numb.

A soft groan left her as he released her wrist, slowly stretching her arm. "....thank you..."

A bit of amusement perked his lips as he released her other wrist before untying the rope around her waist. He wasn’t sure what she was thanking him for exactly, but he wasn’t about to deny her gratitude.

“That good, huh,” he asked teasingly, throwing the rope to the ground. He watched her lay on the bed, regaining control she’d been denied.

The blush that filled her cheeks could have rivaled a scarf from her house. She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes still a little unfocused. "Meant for not keeping me all tied up..." she reasoned. Her voice was still a little breathy as she moved a little further up the bed.

Seven times. Seven times, and she was convinced she'd be feeling it for quite some time. He had to be done by now, didn't he? If she had given him free rein, he might have kept going till she passed out.

Crawling into bed, he laid down beside her. By the way her cheeks flared, he could only imagine what all she was thanking him for. He nipped at her shoulder. “One day, I’ll keep you all tied up for me,” he promised. Perhaps a day where he’d test her boundaries further. “I’ll wash you up in a bit,” he petted up and down her back, following the reddened stripes he’d left earlier.

The thought alone was almost enough to make her tremble more. "Better make sure the likelihood of you being summoned is low. I'd hate for someone to have to come cut me down..." even her cheeky replies were more of a breathy croon. Closing her eyes as he traced her back, she shivered and almost whined at the contact. Her body was so damn sensitive that movement seemed like a chore.

"I'm not walking to the tub," she whined softly, even as she leaned into his touch like a cat.

A breath of a laugh escaped him. As if he’d let he expected her to walk after everything. He doubted she’d remember being put to bed by the time he’d clean them off. “I should make you walk just for that,” he taunted wickedly, giving her arse a playful swat. There was no rush. It wasn’t like she was about to go anywhere.

That sound had her smile a little more gently through the pleasure-filled haze that was her brain. Before she could counter with that bit of cheek, she almost jumped with a whimper. "You wouldn't be so cruel....not to your wife," she murmured, pouting gently as if that might make him less likely to carry out the taunt.

Draco leaned in to nip her lower lip, claiming a kiss instead of answering her question. He could be so cruel, but he wasn’t inclined to be. Not in that moment at least. “I’ll do as I please with my wife,” he reminded, smoothing over her rear and up her back. He couldn’t stop touching her, especially when she reacted so vividly despite being sluggish with bliss.

Hermione kissed him back with a soft hum of contentment as she leaned in. Her fingers lifted to brush through his hair gently, slowly. The touch was nearly feather light with the fatigue in her body. "Mmm, considering how pleased your wife is...I won't object," she murmured against his lips before pressing another light kiss to them.

He lingered there a while longer before slipping out of bed and gathering her in his arms. He doubted she would even have any fight in her with how lethargic she’d been on the bed. Tucking her close to his chest he shifted to grab his wand and carry her to the adjoining en-suite. With a wand wave, he replenished the tub's water and slid into it with her. He didn’t let her go as he summoned a few soothing oils to add to the water, followed by a loofa and soap.

The witch easily curled into him as he carried her, nuzzling in against his chest as she let out a soft sigh. Her eyes slowly closed, and she simply enjoyed the proximity, enjoying the feeling of the hot water on her skin as they moved into the bath again. Articulating anything at the moment seemed out of the question, just soaking in the care that he was giving her.

With his wand on the bath ledge, he started to clean her off, appreciating every nook of her body. Curled up like this, silently accepting his ministrations, she was vulnerable in a way that he enjoyed. As much as he reveled in her obliterating her in the bedroom, these moments after were just as easy to appreciate. It was an incredible amount of power to have over another, and the fact that it was her...it was enough to heavily stroke his ego.

She continued to relax under his ministrations, her fingers idly stroking his chest as she made a conscious effort not to start falling asleep. But she felt so damn good, and her body was exhausted. If she had wanted to do anything other than sleep after there, she wouldn't have been able to at all. Even reading sounded like a damn chore. Trusting him this much was...strange. And she didn't want to read into it, but she knew where this was headed.

After washing them both off, he kept her there a while longer, enjoying the sight of that struggle she seemed to have. As if she were fighting sleep while simultaneously wanting to give in to it. It wasn't like he hadn't been awake while she'd slept before. Eventually, he rose with her in his arms and used his wand to dry them off. His steps were steady as he brought them back to bed. Settling her between the sheets, he climbed in after her before turning off the candles and remaining lights.

By the time he got them out of the tub, she was half asleep. Consciousness was hanging on by the smallest of threads, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to try and stay awake. Settled in the blankets, she curled in close to him with an unintelligible murmur before she lost that battle with sleep completely.

For a while, he just watched her there, asleep and spent. He'd soon follow, his own body begging for rest, but he'd never been good at heeding its warnings. While she slept, he petted her hair, enjoying her comfort at his side. Swiping over her cheek with the pad of his thumb, he slowly sank between the silk sheets and settled in. "Goodnight, darling." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. He had every intention of rising before her and giving her that eighth orgasm to wake her up.