Chapter 1
Hermione is certain this will be one of the worst days of her life.
That’s not to say she wasn’t excited to see her former mentor again, on the contrary.
The problem was the reason behind that meeting.
Bellatrix Black’s time as Head of the Department for Control and Regulations of Magical Creatures was short and sweet.
Miss Black was an enigma.
She would appear and disappear at random intervals and was famous for her temper.
A temper, Hermione was proud to say, she had never experienced first hand.
Miss Black was crucial in improving Hermione’s ideals and making her the with she was today.
She appealed to the Golden Girl’s ideas and input while curtly cutting away her naivety and self-righteousness.
Overall, Hermione would be nowhere without her.
What made the whole experience even more mortifying was the words she spoke to her on her final day as Head.
Hermione had been torn up about her leaving, even if it came with her own promotion into the older witch’s place.
When she came for a teary goodbye, Bellatrix had simply smiled.
“There’s no use being upset. I have full faith you’ll do a lot more good here than I.”
The bookworm had protested, saying she wasn’t sure she was ready, how could she be?
“There is only one more piece of advice I could give you from all the time we’ve spent together.”
Hermione had eagerly nodded her head.
“Take breaks. You are the best worker I have ever had the pleasure of having with the softest of hearts. Your only problem will be biting off more than you can chew. If you can promise me you’ll look after yourself it will be the best thing you could give me.”
And Hermione would be paying back her kindness by being mandated to see Miss Black after passing out from exhaustion mid meeting.
Even raising her hand to knock on the Wizarding Resources Head ‘s door was nerve wracking.
Hermione was sure she let out a humiliating squeak when the raspy voice called.
“Enter.”
She did. Closing the door gently behind her and swallowing at what greeted her.
Bellatrix Black, in all her glory.
Shiny, inky curls that framed her high cheekbones and pursed, pink lips. Piercing dark eyes and a single raised brow.
Oh she was pissed.
“Take a seat, Hermione. Lest you pass out on my floor.”
The younger witch winced, hurrying to obey.
Under closer inspection, Miss Black didn’t look all too angry.
She looked a mix of frustrated amusement. Like she knew this would happen but she hoped it didn’t.
“Well?” Miss Black folded her arms across her chest, dragging Hermione’s eyes down to the dip of her neckline then back to her face rapidly.
“I am- honestly, Miss Black, I am so, so sorry, I don’t-“
Bellatrix raised a hand, cutting off the stuttering with a small sigh.
“I don’t want to lie to you Hermione. So I won’t say I didn’t expect this.”
The bookworm stared intently at her hands, clenched in the fabric of her skirt.
“But I hoped a mere reminder would have drilled this in your head. It clearly did not so we will have to resort to more . . . Extreme methods.”
Hermione didn’t know what she was expecting.
A severe telling off? Outright cussing? Maybe she’d be thwacked over the head with a rolled up newspaper a few times.
It certainly wasn’t ropes to spurt out of the woman’s wand, grasping her wrists and tying them to the arm rests of the chair.
“Wha-“ Hermione gasped.
More followed, tugging her ankles apart and leaving her wide open and helpless to do anything about it.
A few seconds of struggling confirmed she was bound and down from the count.
With a blush, she also realizes her former mentor had a clear view up her skirt.
“I spent quite a lot of time wondering what method would work on you,” Bellatrix stood, exuding confidence as she slowly circled her desk.
“Telling you off or issuing warnings would only add to your stress levels and your competence isn’t the issue. It’s your inability to relax.”
With a flourish of her wand, Hermione gasped. Cool air brushed her folds and when she looked up, her embarrassingly pink panties were in Bellatrix’s hands.
“So I’m going to take it upon myself to relax you, personally.”
The head of W.R strode to stand in front of Hermione, lifting her chin with two fingers and pressing the Head of the D.M.C’s panties to her lips.
“Open.”
What?! Surely she wasn’t trying to put Hermione’s own panties in her mouth. She couldn’t, she couldn’t!
She did.
Embarrassingly, Hermione opened her mouth and took her underwear into it. Tasting herself.
“Good. Good girl.”
Hermione whimpered.
“Now, there are going to be a few rules, but you’re a very obedient little thing so it shouldn’t be trouble.”
Bellatrix knelt gracefully in front of the witch. Hermione was sure she was beet red.
“One, do as you’re told. No questions asked.”
The older woman’s nails raked up and down Hermione’s thighs slowly, teasingly.
She was throbbing and wet and sorely hoping the other witch couldn’t tell.
“Two, these sessions will be for your own relaxation. There will be no thinking of work, of responsibilities.”
Bellatrix ventured further, rumpling Hermione’s skirt who took in the piercing black eyes focused solely on her core.
“Three,” Bella’s eyes finally snapped to hers and Hermione couldn’t decide if it was more intimate to have her looking right at her.
“You are not in control here.”
Hermione let out muffled protests as Bellatrix leaned upwards, undoing the top few buttons of her shirt.
The baby blue bra was evidence Hermione wasn’t exactly expecting her former mentor to tie her to a chair and tease her but it seemed Bellatrix wasn’t any less pleased, judging by the way she drank in Hermione’s heaving chest.
“So pretty…” Bella mumbled as her hand reached to caress Hermione’s breasts.
“Mphf.” Unwillingly, Hermione felt her nipples harden and her lower region throb incessantly.
“I knew you’d like that.” Her mentor smiled at her maliciously.
“I could tell. So eager to please aren’t you?” Her hands slid under Hermione’s bra. Pinching her nipples eliciting a yelp.
“You like being my good girl, don’t you? You want to be good for Bella.”
Hermione absently felt herself nodding but it was hard to tell. To feel anything but pleasure as the woman played with her chest.
“So needy.” Bella teased. Her hands slid from her bra, down her abdomen, skirt, thighs, to her calves before heading back up and pausing just before the place Hermione desperately wanted relief in.
“I’ve been concerned about you for a while. Always have been.”
“Mphngg.” Hermione desperately tugged at her restraints, whether to get away or pull the with closer she didn’t know.
“You’re so self-contained, tightly bound within yourself. It’s not healthy. Sooner or later, you’re going to fall apart.”
Finally, cool fingers met the hottest point in Hermione’s body, rubbing small circles on her clit leaving her panting.
“I’d rather you do it here, in my hands than on your own. Yes?”
Bella smiled, observing her face for a reaction but Hermione could barely breathe. Their faces were so close Hermione’s eyes sped rapidly around the woman’s face to take in every detail.
The hand on her clit turned harsh. Digging in and pinching eliciting a shriek from the bookworm.
“Well?”
“Mmhmm!” Hermione nodded her head fervently, sighing in relief when the touch turned soft.
Though she didn’t catch what Bellatrix had said, her mind too muddled with pleasure.
Then it happened.
Dread, arousal and excitement filled Hermione’s stomach as Bellatrix’s head lowered between her thighs.
She let out a gasp as a warm, wet tongue trailed up her folds.
Those gasps quickly turned into moans and pants as Bella’s mouth wrapped around her clit and sucked.
Hermione didn’t know how long it was, too addled with pleasure only to know that it was embarrassingly soon when she came.
Bella had thrust two fingers into her sopping core while her mouth never stopped working.
Hermione had shook her head. Not that it didn’t feel good. Oh no. It felt too good.
It made her feel out of control and she needed to be in control, always.
But she was helpless to stop the building and building in her lower half until she came.
All over her former superior’s face.
Bella licked her all through the climax and the aftershocks. To the point where Hermione felt overstimulated but did little to stop her except whimper and jerk away.
Eventually, Bellatrix pulled away, watching Hermione recover from the mind-numbing orgasm she experienced.
Everything felt fuzzy and dream-like. It was probably the first time in her life her brain had been quiet.
Gently, Bella pulled her ruined underwear from her mouth, a trail of saliva connecting from Hermione’s lips.
Bellatrix stood, and with Hermione seated she looked so much taller than her it made her feel even smaller. More subservient.
“I think I prefer you like this.” Bella hummed as she tucked sweaty strands of Hermione’s hair behind her ears, caressing her burning cheeks.
“Hmm… Hermione, pet.”
The bookworm had to swallow a few times before she could respond.
“Yes, Miss Black?”
“You’ll be coming here weekly. Every Friday at 3.”
The ropes slid from Hermione’s limbs and she made no movement despite the allowance.
She realized she must’ve looked pathetic. Flushed and wide-eyed with her cunt still exposed but she couldn’t will her limbs to respond.
“Y-yes Miss Black.”
“Good.”
She stroked Hermione’s face for a few moments before sighing, subtly shaking her head and retreating behind her desk.
Shakily, Hermione pulled her clothes back in order before realizing she didn’t have any underwear.
“C-could I …” Bellatrix raised a brow, Hermione’s underwear still in hand.
The bookworm trailed off, slowly pulling herself back together and blushing as her lack of underwear made itself apparent with every step towards the door.
“And Hermione?”
“Yes Miss Black?”
“Don’t be late.”