Mobile Phone
Hermione sat in front of the crackling fireplace, immersed in the pages of the latest Dan Brown. She was delving deeper into the story when her mobile vibrated, breaking the peaceful silence. Hermione glanced at the screen to see a text message from Lucius.
Lucius: Is this muggle contraption you gave me working?
Hermione: Yes. How is your evening going so far?
Lucius: It could have been better. The bed is cold.
Lucius: WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?
Hermione: Really? Not even a minute and you’re already sexting?
Lucius: WHAT KNICKERS ARE YOU WEARING? AND WHY ARE MY WORDS CAPITALIZED?
Hermione: Not telling you. Just long-press the button with the up arrow. Grandpa.
Lucius: Your insult would have worked if you weren’t shagging said grandpa. Is it the burgundy lace thong? Remember when I bent you over the library desk and fucked you hard from behind? You didn’t even take it off.
Hermione remembered that evening vividly.
Two weeks ago
The moment she stepped out of the floo, Lucius instantly pulled her into his arms and devoured her lips before she could say hello. He then bent her over the library desk and hiked up her summer dress. Running his hands up and down her thighs, he placed open kisses on her sex through her lacy thong.
“Don’t tease me, Lucius,” She pleaded.
Moving her thong to the side, he gathered her arousal with his fingers before plunging into her with his forefinger and middle finger. She let out moans of pleasure as he slowly pumped them in and out. When she was about to orgasm, he pulled away and smirked at her.
Hermione let out a frustrated growl as Lucius summoned a book, and set it down in front of her.
“I want you to read it out loud while I fuck you with my fingers,” Lucius whispered in her ear, his tongue darting out to lick her earlobe. His left hand had moved from her waist to cup her breast.
Hermione moaned and started listing the ingredients of some potion on the page. Lucius kept his promise and slipped his fingers back into her fold. His other hand was under her bra rolling and pinching her nipple between his fingers. With a sharp inhale, she continued reading aloud, the sounds of his fingers working her slick accompanied her unsteady voice. And when he curled his fingers to hit her sensitive spot, she faltered.
“If you stop,” Lucius admonished, pausing the action of his fingers. “I stop.”
“Well I don’t need you to move.” Hermione declared and with a determined glint in her eye, she began to move her hips back and forth wantonly.
“No, none of that, my dear.” Lucius hissed, and instantly stilled her hips. He brought his left palm down on her firm round bottom, and smacked hard, causing her to moan and wiggle her bum out. “Read.”
A sudden buzz from her phone snapped her back to the present.
Lucius: Hermione? My coke is aching for you.
Lucius: My coke.
Lucius: No my coke!
Lucius: Please ignore the last three messages. Hermione, my cock is aching for you.
Lucius: Tell me again how the camera works?
Hermione huffed in exasperation.