Chapter 3
“You can’t treat me like this.” Hermione said as she came into Bellatrix’s office that Friday.
Bella was amused. The girl had her hands on her hips and an adorable pout on her face.
“Can’t I?”
“No.” She stated. “If you keep doing this to me, I-I will be forced to request a change in supervisors.”
Bellatrix smiled, enjoying the shudder that wracked Hermione’s body as she did so.
She had been waiting for this. Truthfully, Bella had expected this to happen after the first meeting but her girl was just so adorably complacent and as usual, surpassed expectations.
“Go ahead. I’ll just deny it.”
Hermione blanched.
“Pet, I am the Head of Wizarding Resources. Head. I am in charge of who you will see and luckily for you pet, you’re stuck with me.”
She sputtered something and Bellatrix laughed.
“You know this already, Hermione, you’re a smart girl. You asked to change supervisors because you know if you stop coming to the meetings, you’ll lose your job.”
“I’ll quit.” She stated firmly, folding her arms. “If you keep tormenting me, I’ll quit.”
“We both know you won’t. If you would we wouldn’t be having this problem.”
Hermione swallowed nervously.
“I don’t do this to torment you, pet.” Bella sighed. “Sexual release is a very effective stress reliever. Don’t shake your head, after every meeting you feel relaxed, don’t you.”
Hermione did. She really did.
The ‘meetings’ if they could be called such left her feeling a lot more relaxed than she’s ever felt. Albeit it also left her lethargic and tired but still, relaxed.
As if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
“I don’t.” She lied. “If anything, i-it adds to my stress.”
“Really?” Bella cocked a disbelieving brow while Hermione nodded avidly.
Bellatrix sighed heavily. “Well, if you can prove to me you have a good mode of stress relief I will continue these meetings in the mundane, normal way I do usually.
Hermione let a small smile take over her face. She didn’t think she’d be able to convince the witch but she did!
“So if you can bring yourself to orgasm in front of me in let’s say, 60 seconds, we’ll call it a day.”
Hermione choked on air. “What?!”
“Well, masturbation is suitable replacement for the relief I provide. Though I doubt you’re the type so there’s no point-“
“I am! I do-“ Hermione hesitated. “Do that.”
Bellatrix laughed loudly. “You do? You can’t even say it!”
“Yes I can, I can say . . . I can say it.”
That sent Bellatrix into another round of laughter that made Hermione burn red.
“I don’t see how this is any of your business, but I am perfectly capable of … relieving myself.”
“I’m sure you are pet,” Bellatrix smiled and motioned with her hand. “So go ahead.”
“I’m not doing that in front of you!”
“Then we’re back to square one.” Bellatrix sighed dramatically before brightening. “How about we make a deal.”
Hermione shifted uneasily. “What deal?”
“If you can make yourself cum in 60 seconds, you’re free from the meetings. You can work yourself to death without any regulations,”
Hermione perked up.
“Or, if you can’t you can’t, you take double the punishment I have planned.”
“What- what if I say no?”
“Then we’re back to normal and you still get punished.”
Hermione thought to herself. If she refused, she’d be back to square one. If she went along with it, she’d have a chance at being completely free from Wizarding Resources forever and once she was Minister of Magic, she’d be able to squash the Department once and for all.
But if she lost . . .
“Come on pet, double fucked is still just fucked.” Bella goaded, head in her palms.
“I’ll do it.” Hermione was determined.
She was a Gryffindor for Merlin’s sake. All she had to do was make herself . . . Relieve herself in front of her former superior in less than 60 seconds with no prior experience.
Simple.
“Go ahead.” Bellatrix twirled her fingers.
Hermione yelped as a chair sped forward from the corner of the room, knocking into her knees and forcing her to sit.
She absently recognized it as the chair she sat on the first time she came here.
Awkwardly and with much, much hesitance, Hermione slid her skirt and underwear off her legs.
Glancing nervously at Bellatrix didn’t make her feel better. Her superior was watching her like a hungry snake, ready to devour her prey.
Hermione gulped.
She gingerly trailed her hands down her stomach and gasped at the wetness already present.
Trying her best to look anywhere but her supervisor, she awkwardly rubbed her clit in small jerky circles.
It took a while before it started to feel good.
Absently, she heard Bellatrix counting down but she was too busy to take notice. She felt too good.
Hermione gasped, she was close. So close. So, so close and-
Her hand was ripped away from her trembling cunt. Unconsciously, she let out a whine.
“Times up.” Bellatrix grinned down at her.
All the haze of lust vanished from Hermione’s mind as she realized.
“No.” She whimpered.
“Oh yes.” Bellatrix laughed softly, a little meanly.
Reaching a hand down, Hermione moaned slightly as Bellatrix’s hand brushed against her clit before stroking her folds.
“You were close. Just not close enough.”
Hermione watched as Bellatrix’s hand retracted, raising to her blood red lips and watched in horrified arousal as she licked the juices from her fingers.
“Now, you’re double fucked pet.”