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"Does that feel good, Granger?" he asked with concern, fingers grazing against her naked core in circular motions.
A shiver rolled down her spine. His touch felt feather light. So delicate.
She nodded from beneath him, closing her eyes to savour the moment. "Y-yes."
Hermione and Draco had been dating for a year, yet he still treated her with such tenderness whenever they made love. It was surprising, really. The exact opposite of his personality. Draco Malfoy was not a tender man outside the bedroom. He was cunning and ambitious. A typical Slytherin.
But Hermione knew he possessed a soft spot for her. He thought she was fragile. He wanted to protect her. He worried he would hurt her.
It warmed her heart to know that he cared so much, but sometimes she wished for something a little less…vanilla?
His blonde fringe hung messily as he leaned down to kiss her gently, tickling her forehead.
She lay on the bed, looking up to where his muscular body hovered above hers. They always made love in the missionary position. Always.
It wasn't unpleasant, per se, but she wondered what they could be missing out on. By the flashes of desire in his eyes and the way he held back certain urges, she knew Draco was capable of more than just vanilla sex. He restrained himself because for some reason, he felt wary about becoming too rough with her.
She could feel his erection between her legs as he continued rubbing her sensitive nub with his light caress.
"Are you ready?" he questioned with a concerned gaze. "I can wait longer if you need me to."
She wrapped her fingers in his hair, pulling his head down against her shoulder.
"I'm ready."
He gave her a warm smile before slowly pushing himself into her. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
"I will."
He placed his hands beside her head to brace himself and began thrusting into her, gradually increasing his pace.
His face looked strained. A few veins in his forehead and neck seemed to pop when his body tensed. Hermione could tell he was holding back, trying not to move too quickly or ruggedly.
"Faster, please," she whispered, twisting pieces of his hair around her fingers with one hand and digging her nails into his back with the other.
He complied, accelerating his pace slightly, but maintained the gentle movements.
The sensation was pleasant, but not incredible. Why did he feel the need to be so gentle? She wasn't a doll.
His head moved down to her throat, leaving kisses and small love bites. She could hear the soft pants coming from his mouth as he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck.
It felt good. Certainly better than any sex she had before dating Draco. But it felt like something was missing. She yearned for something more.
His hand moved back to her core, rubbing clockwise circles around it.
She moaned. "T-that feels so good, Draco. More, please."
The pressure on her nub increased slightly, but it still felt delicate. Not enough to orgasm.
She never minded much that climaxes were difficult to achieve for her. She enjoyed the experience of making love and she felt content watching him reach his peak arousal. But still, she wished she could orgasm each time too.
An arm snaked behind her head, cradling it gently. She could hear Draco breathing as his thrusts became more sloppy. He was close.
"Granger, I'm going to come soon," he admitted through clenched teeth. "Are you close?"
"Y-yes," she lied.
"Good."
It certainly felt wonderful, but she was not close. Maybe in another twenty minutes? She didn't know how to tell him without sounding too blunt. Hermione hated coming off as needy…
She felt him twitch inside of her moments before his fluid flowed out and into her body. He slowly pulled himself out, panting from the effort.
He hovered over her for a moment, regaining control before leaning down to kiss her on the lips again.
"That felt so good," he said, rolling over to lay beside her and wrapping his limbs around her body.
"Yes," she nodded shyly, leaning into his embrace. "It did."
Yes, it felt pleasurable, but she still didn't feel completely satisfied. Something inside of her hungered for more. But she would feel bad, telling him she wanted something different. He was so kind and gentle when they made love…
Hermione and Ginny giggled over the latest gossip and relationship updates while sipping on butterbeers together at The Three Broomsticks. It had become a weekly tradition-something Hermione always looked forward to.
"-and then he made me come like five times, maybe more," Ginny said excitedly. "I couldn't keep track. They just kept coming and coming. Haha get it? Coming."
The red-headed witch laughed at her own joke. Hermione mustered up a small smile, but was painfully reminded of her own inability to perform in bed with her boyfriend.
"Anyway," Ginny continued, calming down from her amusement. "How are things with Draco? In the bedroom, I mean. I've heard rumours that he's a sex god." She raised her eyebrows, clearly expecting some juicy details.
Hermione giggled nervously. "Sorry to disappoint, Ginny. It's pretty good, but we normally stick to…traditional positions."
The youngest Weasley frowned. "So you're telling me that Draco 'Sex God' Malfoy only has sex with you missionary style?"
She nodded, taking a long sip of butterbeer in an attempt to stall the long string of personal questions her friend was bound to ask.
"No toys?" Ginny questioned. "Harry and I use those a lot. It really heightens the experience."
"No, no toys," Hermione confessed. "His fingers feel nice, though."
Her friend only stared back in bewilderment. "Merlin, Hermione. You can at least orgasm, right?"
Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but the look on her face must have given it away because she didn't even need to answer before Ginny understood.
"Oh you poor thing," she said sympathetically, grabbing her hands as if to console a small child. "Have you told him?"
Hermione shook her head. "No. I mean it still feels really good and all. I just feel bad because he goes to such great lengths to be gentle."
"That's so strange," the red-head replied. "I heard Pansy talking about Draco one time. You know, back when they had a fling. But she said he was all controlling and liked to dominate in bed."
Hermione almost spit out her drink.
Draco? Dominating?
She could imagine him behaving that way at work or with friends, but in the bedroom? Definitely not.
"W-what?" Hermione questioned in a low whisper, looking around to ensure that no one eavesdropped on their mature conversation. "That's impossible."
The information shocked her, but she couldn't help but notice the tingling feeling that rose from her core. She felt aroused just by learning that tidbit of gossip.
"It's more strange that he would be so gentle with you," Ginny admitted. "Not that he shouldn't, of course. But he has a reputation for being commanding during sex. If I'm remembering correctly, Pansy said he was into bondage too. All that fun stuff."
"T-that's so odd," Hermione said, crossing her legs beneath the table, worried that a pool of wetness would decide to run down her thighs at any moment. "He's so gentle with me. He says he doesn't want to hurt me. He's never told me about that."
"Hmm," the red-headed witch hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe he thinks you're not into that so he doesn't want to bring it up. If you want to experiment with something new, you should definitely let him know. That's what I did with Harry and now our sex lives are so much better."
Was she into that?
Hermione couldn't know from experience. All the sex she ever had was plain, boring, and vanilla. Draco pleasured her the most by far, but the thought of him dominating her sounded so intriguing. She already felt turned on just by thinking about it.
What if he tied her up? Or took her roughly from behind? Or used toys on her?
Those thoughts seemed so exciting. Maybe she should talk to him…
"Maybe I will talk to him," she decided out loud. "What Pansy described sounds…fun."
Ginny smirked. "I knew you were alway secretly harbouring naughty fantasies."
Hermione smiled despite herself. "Perhaps you were right."
"Draco?" Hermione called when she stepped out of the fireplace and into the Manor, finally home from work. "Where are you?"
His deep voice travelled from the end of the hallway straight to her ears. "In here, love."
She found him sitting on the sofa with a copy of The Daily Prophet in hand, looking regal and commanding. Frankly, it was quite an arousing sight, especially after remembering her earlier conversation with Ginny. A flutter of nervousness floated around her stomach, thinking about what she planned to tell him.
He discarded the paper when he eyed her approaching figure and reached his arms out to embrace her. Hermione nearly fell into his lap, completely exhausted by the long day.
"Sorry I'm late," she apologised quickly, snuggling her head against his chest. "I had some paperwork to finish up before the weekend."
"Shh, Granger," Draco hushed, kissing her gently while simultaneously running his fingers through her wild curls. "As much as I despise your absence, your tardiness only left me anticipating your arrival even more. I was thinking we go to the bedroom first and eat later."
He shot her a charming, Malfoy smirk, followed by a raise of the eyebrow, already mesmerising her with his alluring expression. "What do you say, Granger?"
She wanted to agree without another word.
But she couldn't settle for another night with no orgasm. She had to tell him. The corners of her lips twitched, unsure how to begin.
"Well, I wanted to talk to you about something first…"
His grin faded, replaced by a look of concern. "Is everything okay?"
"Oh yes," she nodded. "I-I just wondering if you…you know, wanted to spice things up in bed a little?"
He pursed his lips, gazing at her sharply. "How so?"
"W-well…" she stammered, feeling her body heat up, embarrassed by the topic. "I was thinking…I-I want…I-I want you to dominate me in bed. Like bondage and toys and everything…"
She looked away shyly, unsure how he would respond.
He was quiet for several seconds as the nerves in Hermione's stomach multiplied, but he finally broke the silence.
"Why? Why now?"
She turned her head to look at him, slightly put off by his clipped response. He seemed deadly serious, shooting her an unwavering stare.
Was he angry? Was he disgusted by her request?
"Well-I-um…" she stuttered, searching for the right words. "I-I talked to Ginny a few days ago…and she told me that I should talk to you…b-because…w-well…I-I'm kind of having trouble orgasming."
Though she still felt nervous, a sense of relief washed over her after being honest about her lack of satisfaction in the bedroom.
His expression hardened even more, shifting into an icy cold gaze. "Why didn't you tell me then? I would have touched you until you came."
Hermione cringed. She had hoped he wouldn't ask that. She still felt guilty for not telling him sooner.
"I know," she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry. I just hate being needy. And you were so nice and gentle. I didn't know what to say…and then Ginny told me that she heard Pansy talking about how you like to dominate in bed. I didn't know why you were the opposite way with me…are you-are you mad?"
Her head drooped down, unable to look him in the eyes, She hoped he would respond, even if he was angry.
But instead, she felt a pair of large hands reaching down to cradle her face.
"I'm not mad, Granger," he sighed, smiling softly at her. "It's true…I like to dominate. I like being rough. I like bondage, toys, you name it."
"Then why didn't you want to do that with me?" she questioned, hoping her voice wouldn't crack or sound weak. "Why have you always treated me like I'm some delicate doll made of glass?"
She felt a pang of hurt in her chest, realising that he had concealed his true desires for so long. Couldn't he trust her?
He pressed his lips together, pondering his next move carefully.
"Because…" he intoned hesitantly. "I…I didn't want to hurt you. You're so…so small. I've always wanted to protect you…I thought I'd be too rough…and besides, the reason why Pansy and I broke up was because she didn't want to do the whole dom and sub thing anymore. It ended badly…"
"Oh," was all Hermione could utter, staring wide-eyed as he confessed to her. "I'm sorry."
"I've found that a lot of women I've dated don't like it in the end," he continued. "Sometimes they're eager at first, but they eventually grow tired of it. I didn't want to ruin our relationship by bringing it up. And I thought you liked how we usually do things. I'm sorry, I suppose I was wrong…"
"No, don't apologise, Draco," she murmured, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. "I didn't tell you until now. There was no reason for you to think I wanted something more."
He smirked faintly, gazing down at her with his seductively haughty looks.
"So…" she continued. "Would you…would you be willing to give it a try?"
His expression hardened slightly as he glanced to the side, running his fingers through his blonde mane.
Silence fell between them for a moment.
"I want to," he finally said, letting out a sigh. "But you've never done anything like it before, have you?"
Hermione shook her head. She hoped her inexperience didn't affect his decision.
"We're going to have to talk about it a lot first. And decide on what we each want from it."
"So that's a yes?" she questioned, excitement evident in her tone.
He smiled. "Yes. If you want it, of course."
"Oh, thank you Draco," she sighed, embracing him again. "I'm so glad I told you. I've been nervous about it for a while."
He nodded in agreement. "Just please promise me one thing, Granger. If you ever decide you don't like it or you want it to end, please tell me. Please."
"I will," she assured.
"Good."
Hermione waited anxiously, lying naked on the velvet chaise in their master bedroom.
Draco had instructed her to do so.
Tonight was going to be their first experience together as dominant and submissive. It felt so surreal.
Both of their fantasies would finally come true.
The reverberation of the grandfather clock downstairs and the faint hum of the wind were the only audible noises in the room.
Actually, Hermione could also hear her beating heart, simultaneously nervous and thrilled.
She wondered how long he would make her wait before he arrived. Hopefully he would come soon. The excitement flowed out of her body like a waterfall.
She watched the shadows shift as the clouds eclipsed the moon while tapping her fingers along to the ticks of each second that passed.
If he didn't show up soon, she might pass out from anticipation.
Finally, she heard commanding footsteps approaching, growing louder by the second. The door clicked, opening slowly.
Eagerness surged through her veins, adding to the existing impatience she already felt.
Turning her head, she could see a tall, authoritative Draco Malfoy entering, wearing his signature black collar-shirt and trousers. He rolled up the sleeves, showing off his slender, contoured hands and wore a look of haughty indifference.
"Are you ready, Granger?" he asked impassively. His voice seemed to echo off the high walls.
She nodded, perhaps a bit too vigorously. "Yes."
"Yes, what?" he questioned, stepping towards her slowly.
His imposing steps clouded her thoughts for a moment, only able to focus on his long, assertive strides towards her prone form.
She suddenly remembered the rule. How could she have forgotten already? Her excitement must have overshadowed it.
"Yes, sir," she corrected, gazing up at his adamantine expression.
A smirk played at the corner of his mouth. "Good girl."
He grabbed her wrist and switched their positions, so he was now sitting on the chaise and she stood in front of him.
"What's your safeword, Granger?" he asked, intertwining their fingers together.
"Ferret," she responded with a soft giggle.
She had suggested it for amusement's sake, and to her surprise, he agreed. It was Hermione's favourite recollection of her boyfriend. Though she despised him at the time, the story was quite funny to retell now. Besides, anything that could embarrass Draco Malfoy was worth mentioning.
The edges of his lips twitched as he shot her a playful scowl. "Good."
He adjusted his collar, loosening the top button before proceeding.
"Kneel," he ordered, shifting back to his authoritative role.
Hermione obeyed immediately, dropping down to her knees. Now that she was at eye-level with his crotch, she could see just how aroused he was.
"Good girl," he praised while simultaneously unbuttoning his pants. "Open your mouth."
She parted her lips as she watched him pull out his erection, placing it between her lips. His hands reached for the back of her head, grabbing her hair to control her head movements.
Hermione had never given a blow job before, but now that his shaft filled her mouth, she could feel how large he truly was.
Draco leaned against the back of the sofa as he moved her head against his cock.
Slow at first.
But then he picked up the pace so her curly hair became disheveled and untamed. She gripped his thighs with her hands to stabilise herself.
Looking up, he saw his hard gaze watching her, studying her…adoring her. A flash of desire seemed to pass through his steely grey orbs.
Sometimes, his tip would hit the back of her throat, so she'd stifle her gag. She could hear him groan above her, tangling his fingers deeper into her curly locks.
It felt so good to pleasure him this way.
"Fuck, Granger," he moaned deeply. His eyes were now clenched shut, fully enjoying the experience. "That feels so-yes, keep moving your tongue like that."
Hermione had begun swirling her tongue around his tip, tasting every inch of him in her mouth. She didn't know why. Maybe instinct told her to do so. But it rewarded her with his gratifying reaction. She could feel him twitch in pleasure inside her mouth.
He pressed her head down to the base of his shaft, holding her in place. She could feel his hair grazing her touch, tickling her skin lightly. He was close.
"Granger, I'm going to come…" he said through clenched teeth, hands gripping her hair to fight for control. "Now…"
Hermione felt his cock spasm in her mouth a moment before his fluids released, some travelling down her throat automatically. When she glanced up at him, his eyes were shut and his face looked reddened, breathless from his climax.
Draco removed himself from her mouth as a few drops of his release trickled down her chin. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do.
"Swallow it," he ordered, seeming to sense her confusion. "All of it."
She obeyed, allowing the fluid to trickle down her throat, licking her lips to clean the excess that had seeped out. It tasted a bit salty. Not terrible, but certainly not her favourite flavour.
Opening her mouth, she showed him her compliance.
"Good girl," he praised, allowing the faintest smirk to emerge on his lips.
He stood up, grabbing her arms and leading her towards their large bed.
"Now sit," he commanded, pointing towards the edge of the bed and pulling her towards it.
Hermione complied, unsure what to do with her hands, but finally deciding to place them in her lap.
He cupped her face and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, staring at her for a moment.
"You're doing so well," he assured, squeezing her shoulders in encouragement. "I'm very proud of you."
She felt a small smile materialising on her lips, happy that he was pleased with her.
"Thank you."
Reaching into his pocket, Draco pulled out a metal chain with two clips attached to the ends. Hermione was unsure what that device was used for, but it looked slightly intimidating.
"Don't worry," her boyfriend chuckled, noticing her rigid posture and fixed gaze. "It's not as scary as it looks."
"What is it exactly?" she asked, both anxious and intrigued.
"They're nipple clamps," he replied as he began to rub the perky buds on her chest between his fingers, pinching them lightly. "I'm warming you up first. When I put them on, it might hurt at first, but the pleasurable sensation should take over quickly."
She nodded, feeling the adrenaline rush through her body as he played with her nipples. His fingers felt wonderful, but the device seemed like it would increase the stimulation even more.
"Alright," he said, removing his fingers from her chest. "I'm going to put them on now. If it still hurts after a few seconds, tell me and I'll take them off."
"Okay," she breathed softly, looking down at her chest as he carefully clamped the device on her erect buds, positioning them evenly.
An initial rush of pain travelled directly towards the pinched skin, but it quickly subsided to a pleasurable amount of pressure.
"Does that feel good?" Draco asked with a hint of concern engraved in his features.
"Yes, sir," she confirmed, shifting her body to adjust to the new feeling. "It hurt for a bit like you said, but now it feels wonderful."
"Good," he replied. "Now get on your hands and knees, facing the headboard."
Hermione quickly crawled to the centre of the bed, staring down at their plush comforter. The anticipation lodged in her stomach seemed to multiply, unable to see what her boyfriend was doing.
A few moments of silence passed, but she soon heard the soft click of his belt buckle as he undressed behind her.
Drops of her own arousal seemed to trickle down her inner thigh as she waited. She needed him to touch her so badly.
"S-sir…" she whimpered. "I-I need you now…"
A faint laugh emitted from behind her. "Patience, Granger."
Hermione soon felt the bed dip as he pressed his naked body against her backside. His erection seemed to twitch slightly when it touched her skin. He reached his hand around to grasp her jaw, turning her head to face him.
"Tell me when you're about to come," he instructed, kissing her one last time before inserting his fingers into her aroused core.
Finally. His touch felt so much more amazing than she could have imagined.
"So wet already and I just started touching you," Draco commented. "Good girl."
She could almost hear the smirk on her boyfriend's lips as he pumped in and out of her at an increasingly rapid pace.
Pressure surged down, building up between her legs. Hermione hadn't felt this close to orgasming in so long.
She could almost feel the climax beginning. Almost.
Just a little more pressure.
"S-sir," she moaned, throwing her head back onto his shoulder. "I'm going to c-come soon."
Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out, eliminating all stimulation at once.
"W-what?" she stuttered, turning around to face him, utterly confused. "W-why'd you stop?"
She wanted the orgasm so badly. She needed it.
"I want to see you when you come," he said coolly, grabbing her waist and flipping her onto her back. "I want to see the pleasure on your face."
"I need to come now, though," she wailed, hoping he would give in. "Please…"
But Draco Malfoy was a patient man.
"Soon," he assured. "Now open your mouth."
When her lips parted, he placed his fingers inside, rubbing them against her tongue, her teeth, and the roof of her mouth. She could taste her own essence on them.
"Lick them clean," he instructed as he slowly pumped them in and out.
Hermione swirled her tongue around his slender fingers, gagging slightly when they hit the back of her throat, until she was certain there was nothing left.
"Good," he praised, removing them from her mouth.
He gave a gentle tug to the chain that connected the two clamps, eliciting a small moan from her lips. The light pull felt so stimulating.
"Now tell me when you're about to come again," he commanded, aligning himself at her entrance. "And if you beg, I'll let you."
Hermione nodded, now even more aroused by his authoritative demeanor.
He slowly pushed himself in, increasing his pace slowly to allow her to adjust to his size. He brought his hand down between her legs to rub her nub with enough pressure to cause her to moan.
It felt so amazing. She wondered whether her body had completely melted into his touch yet. Never had she felt so stimulated by a man before.
He continued to tug at the chain randomly, sending surges of pleasure to her nipples. The clamps in concurrence with the pleasure between her legs left Hermione panting and aching for an orgasm.
As Draco's fingers pressed harder and his thrusts became deeper, she could feel the beginning of her climax approaching.
Her eyes clenched shut, savouring the feeling of the incredible sensation.
"Sir…" she moaned, clutching his shoulders with her hands to brace herself. "I need to come."
"You need to what?" he questioned breathlessly, feigning confusion.
"Come," she repeated, desperation evident in her tone. "I need to come…please."
Stillness hung between them for a moment. The only sounds that filled the air were their ravenous moans and his powerful thrusts.
"Okay," he finally decided. "Open your eyes and look at me when you come."
She obliged, straining to keep her eyes locked on his cool gaze as the pressure increased within her.
"T-thank y-you," she stammered.
He rubbed her core more aggressively, pumping in and out with force.
She wrapped her hands around his wrists until she was sure her knuckles had turned white.
Her muscles began convulsing, slowly at first, but they quickly increased until her vision seemed to cloud.
He might have pulled the chain again, but she wasn't sure. The sensation between her legs was too mind-boggling to notice.
She was on the brink.
"Now," she whispered just before the pressure exploded in a waterfall of ecstasy.
Her walls clenched around him.
Hermione could faintly hear his grunts as he struggled to push into her, his thrusts becoming sloppy. But her own cries and moans overpowered any other sounds in the room.
Her hands squeezed his wrists so tightly, she hoped she hadn't cut off his circulation, but somehow, she managed to keep her eyes fixed on his face as she rode out her high.
Her body continued to shake from the intensity of her orgasm as the contractions gradually abated.
Draco's face looked strained as he approached his own climax, but he maintained his focus on her, and only her.
She noticed the beads of sweats glazing his forehead from the exertion and his biceps that bulged from holding himself up.
"I'm going to come, Granger," he murmured, piercing her eyes with his own grey ones. "You feel so tight…"
A few more thrusts and she felt him spasm inside her for the second time that evening, releasing his pleasure inside of her.
He grunted as he came, interlacing his left hand with her right, squeezing it tightly.
"That felt so good, Granger," he panted, removing himself from her and rolling onto his back to lie beside her. "How do you feel?"
"Amazing," she whispered, kissing his cheek.
He graced her with one of his rare smiles, regaining control from his last orgasm.
"Let me take those clamps off of you," he decided after a moment. "It might hurt a little for a few seconds after they're off."
Reaching over, he gently removed the first clasp from her left nipple, pinching it gently to ease the blood flow back into the tiny bud and repeating the same process with the other.
Hermione gasped as feeling began to reemerge in her chest.
"Sorry, love," he apologised softly when he noticed her momentary discomfort. "Does it hurt anymore?"
She shook her head. "No, it only felt like a pinch for a moment, but overall the sensation is really nice."
Draco discarded the chain on the bedside table and pulled her into his chest protectively. She snuggled her head into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of cedarwood and sex.
"Thank you," she whispered. "That was amazing."
He placed a kiss atop her head.
"I'm so proud of you," he praised. "You were such a good girl for me. Do you need anything else?"
Hermione felt her heart swell within her chest. How could someone be so thoughtful and caring?
"No," she murmured. "I just want to cuddle with you."
Hermione sipped on her butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks, waiting for her red-headed companion to arrive. There was a lot to discuss this week.
She wondered whether Ginny would have any more life-changing sex advice to give out today. Maybe she could start a sex advice column in The Daily Prophet, Hermione thought. That would certainly help out a lot of inexperienced couples.
A few moments later a cheerful voice and a flash of red hair interrupted her reveries.
"Ginny!" she exclaimed, standing up to embrace her friend.
"Hermione!" the younger witch smiled. "I have loads to tell you. And I'm sure you have lots to tell me too."
Hermione let out a small laugh when the red-head winked knowingly and the two took their seats at the table.
"So…" she drawled excitedly. "Do you want to start or shall I?"
"You can go first," Hermione giggled faintly. "I'm sure your weekly report will be much more interesting than mine."
"Oh, don't be silly," the red-head said. "If you told Draco about your…desires, I'm sure yours was just as interesting. But Harry and I did have quite the week too."
"Go on, then," she chuckled, sipping on her butterbeer.
Sometimes it felt strange listening to Ginny describe her sex life with one of Hermione's childhood best friends, but nonetheless, the stories were always fascinating.
"Well," the younger witch began, clapping her hands together and grinning widely. "We decided to experiment with roleplaying this week."
The red-head blushed faintly, though the flush on her cheeks was rather prominent against her pale skin.
"Roleplaying…" Hermione drawled with obvious interest. "What kind of roleplaying?"
"Well we talked about a lot of different roles," Ginny explained. "But we finally settled on the professor and student."
Hermione quirked a brow, surprised by the idea. It was something she would have never thought to try.
"So do you have costumes or something?" she asked, lowering her volume as the conversation quickly grew more mature.
Ginny nodded. "Yes. Well usually Harry or I can just transfigure our clothing to match the roleplaying scenario we want to do, but sometimes I have the right clothes for the part on-hand already."
"That sounds quite…interesting," Hermione commented, wondering whether Draco would be willing to give it a try.
"Are you going to bring it up with Draco?" the red-head asked as if she were reading her thoughts. There was a mischievous quality to her tone that always amused Hermione. "I'm sure it'd be lots of fun with him."
She laughed. "Maybe. Maybe I will."
Ginny chuckled for a moment before changing the subject. "So tell me about your new and improved sex life this week."
Hermione pursed her lips thoughtfully. Where to start?
"Well," she began, feeling the girlish smile slowly emerging on her lips. "How can I sum it up into one word? It was incredible. Amazing. Mind-blowing."
"As expected, given my professional advice," the younger witch smirked.
"Of course," Hermione laughed. "But seriously, it was wonderful. He acted so differently, like exactly how Pansy described. So commanding and hot. And he used nipple clamps, which I was wary of at first, but it turns out I actually like them a lot."
"Ahh yes," Ginny sighed. "Those really do the trick. They look intimidating at first, but they feel so good."
Hermione nodded. "Especially when he gives the chain a small tug."
"Exactly," the red-head agreed. "Well I'll be excited to know what happens with you and Draco next week." She winked playfully.
"Likewise with you and Harry," Hermione added as the two witches took another sip of their butterbeers.
She wondered why she never talked to Ginny sooner about this topic. It was amazing what pleasure she could feel in the bedroom after changing things up a bit.
"Draco, I'm going to kill you if we get caught," she whispered scoldingly.
"Don't worry, Granger," he smirked, calm as ever. "Even if we did get caught, they'd know how good I am since you'll be screaming my name."
"Oh shut up," she said, poking him in the torso and rolling her eyes playfully.
Draco Malfoy was anything but modest.
It was a Saturday evening and he had somehow convinced her that it would be a good idea to sneak into her office at the Ministry for their next session. Hermione seriously wondered whether she had lost all sense after agreeing to the suggestion.
But no one would be there on a Saturday, right?
That's what she hoped at least.
He had instructed her to wear her normal workday attire which consisted of a long-sleeve, button-up blouse and a mid-length, black skirt with stockings underneath. As expected, he had wanted her to wear her tall stilettos as well.
He, of course, wore his black button-up and black trousers with black shoes and emerald-green socks.
Pulling out his wand, he mumbled incantations, placing spells and wards on the room to protect them from being heard or walked-in on.
She wondered what new, mind-blowing activities he had planned for the evening.
After deciding that the protective spells were sufficient, he moved towards her desk, taking a seat in her large, leather chair.
"Miss Granger," he drawled, resting his elbows on the desk and clasping his hands together, shifting into his dominant role. "Why are we late today?"
She wondered what type of answer he would want for this made-up scenario.
"Sorry, Draco," she replied. "I was ju-"
But she was cut off by his deep voice, reprimanding her.
"No, no," he admonished. "I'm your boss. You refer to me as 'Sir' or "Mr. Malfoy.'"
She nodded, amending her mistake.
"Sorry, Mr. Malfoy," she continued, noting his nod of approval. "I had to make breakfast for my boyfriend who has no skill in muggle cooking whatsoever."
They exchanged knowing smirks, silently daring the other to laugh first, but quickly recovered and continued with their scene.
"Well, Miss Granger," Draco intoned after suppressing his urge to make a sly remark in response to her comment. "You should've planned ahead by waking up earlier, right?"
"Yes."
"And you know I don't like it when my employees are late," he added. "I punish those who fail to abide by my rules."
"I know," she replied, fidgeting with her fingers. "It won't happen again."
"I'm sure it won't," he affirmed, a small smirk forming on his mouth. "Do you want to know why?"
"Why?"
"Because when my employees do something wrong, I make sure it doesn't happen again," he answered. "Lucky for you, I've decided to be kind. I won't fire you today, but I have another punishment in mind. You won't ever be late again."
Hermione shuddered slightly, feeling a surge of excitement rush through her body. She wondered how wet she was already.
"Come here, Miss Granger," he ordered, moving his finger to direct her to where he sat. "Stand in front of me."
She obeyed, stepping towards him and stopping when her body was only centimetres from him. His bulge was quite visible from beneath his trousers.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her over his knee, bottom up.
"Why are you in this position?" Draco questioned, pulling her hands behind her back and tying them together with a silky material-probably his tie, she guessed.
"Because I was late," she responded, shifting her body slightly on his lap.
"Mhm," he hummed impassively. "And now you're going to have a sore arse so you never do it again."
A shiver rolled down her spine as he pulled up her skirt and placed one hand on the small of her back.
She heard him whisper something faintly and her knickers suddenly disappeared. Merlin, she hoped her arousal didn't drip onto his pants.
"How many do you deserve?" he asked, pulling her body closer to him.
Was that a rhetorical question? She wasn't sure.
A small tap on her thigh moments later indicated that it was not.
"Ten, sir," she said quickly.
Was that even a good answer? She didn't know. The only thought occupying her mind was his erection pressed against her body and the wetness pooling between her legs.
"Hmm…" he drawled, seeming to think about it for a moment. "Let's double that. I'd say you deserve twenty."
His hand came down in a hard smack, producing a noise that reverberated off the walls of her office. A tingling sensation lingered for a moment, but quickly subsided.
"Count each one aloud," he commanded, running his hand along her thigh. "And thank me each time."
She nodded. "One, sir. Thank you, sir."
He seemed to approve of her response and began delivering the rest of the smacks, some on the left cheek, some on the right, and others on her upper thighs.
She squirmed in his lap, but he held her down, placing a hand on the small of her back.
By the time they neared the end, Hermione was aching for release. Her arse burned, but in a pleasurable way. She was sure it looked as red as a tomato.
"Twenty, sir. Thank you, sir," she said as his hand finally stopped.
"Good girl," he whispered, pulling her upright in his lap and brushing away the strands of hair that had fallen across her face. "You handled that so well."
She smiled softly as he allowed her to snuggle her head into the crook of his neck for a moment before continuing.
Grabbing her waist, he lifted her up onto the large desk and stood between her legs, cupping her face for a moment before reaching into his pocket.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked.
Draco held a small, black ball made of rubber. Leather bands were attached to either side of it, similar to the strap of a belt, but much smaller.
"It's a gag, Mr. Malfoy."
"Mhm," he mumbled, toying with it in his hand. "Now you won't be able to speak when I put this in. If you want me to stop, cast a wandless accio to get my attention instead of the safeword."
She nodded, thrilled by the idea of being rendered speechless by him. It had never occurred to her to try gags during sex, but now that her boyfriend had one, she couldn't wait to experiment.
"Open," he said, holding the gag against her lips.
Hermione obeyed and he placed the black ball into her mouth so it rested between her teeth. He fastened it in the back, straightening her hair out in the process so it didn't get in the way.
Her jaw was forced open a bit wider than normal, but it still felt comfortable. It was certainly pleasurable.
"Does it feel okay?" he asked, clutching her chin in his hand to observe her reaction.
"Uh huh," she grunted in response, but her voice sounded muffled from behind the rubber.
He nodded in approval. "Good."
Before she could attempt to say anything else, he had flipped her over the desk so she was bent at a ninety degree angle, chest resting on the surface and legs wobbling slightly in the heels.
A few strings of drool began to fall from her mouth and onto the desk. She wished her hands weren't bound, or else she'd clean it up right away. Hermione hated messes, especially on her meticulously organised and recently washed desk.
Oh well, she thought. She could just scourgify it later.
She heard the clicking of a belt as Draco unzipped his trousers, pulling out his erection and pressing it against her backside.
One large hand manoeuvred its way to her chest, squeezing her breast on top of the chiffon blouse that covered it. The other pushed her skirt up, aligning his cock at her entrance.
"Ready?" he whispered in her ear.
Hermione felt a tingle shoot through her body as he fanned his hot breath against her neck, causing tiny goosebumps to emerge.
She nodded.
He entered her slowly, continuing to knead her breasts in one hand and placed the other by the side of her head. She could see the Malfoy ring that encircled his finger out of the corner of her eye.
The arousal induced by this position-bound, gagged, and taken from behind- was extraordinary. She was ready to come already. Just a few more seconds and she would be there.
He thrust into her deeply and with force. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.
She moaned. Pleasure had built up between her legs and it was ready to explode at any moment now.
"I can't last much longer," he whispered breathlessly in her ear, leaning against her back.
She nodded, relieved that he was close too.
His thrusts seem to grow sloppier and she could hear his pants against the back of her neck as he struggled to maintain control.
She squeezed her hands into fists behind her back, hoping it would help her control the ache in her core.
"Now," he murmured, almost as if he was letting out a breath he'd been holding the entire time. "Come with me."
And so, she did. He maintained his sloppy strokes as the pressure in her core increased until it reached the peak, reverberating through her entire body. Every muscle tensed and her cunt felt like it was pulsating as she recovered from the high.
His own fluids had released, mixing with hers and he gently pulled out, flipping her around to face him and hoisting her onto the desk.
"Have you learned your lesson, Miss Granger?" he asked, moving strands of hair that had fallen onto her face.
"Yes, sir," she tried to say, though she wasn't sure if he could understand her words with the gag muffling them.
"Good."
Draco reached behind her head to unfasten the gag, removing it and discarding it onto the table. He then removed the tie that bound her wrists and she moved her limbs freely again.
"That was amazing," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck as he stroked her hair. "We should've done that sooner."
"Agreed," he replied, pulling out his wand to scourgify the mess they had made on her desk.
"But next time," she added, "we're sneaking into your office instead."
He chuckled softly. "Fine."
"Oh Merlin," Ginny exclaimed. "So he finally used a gag on you?"
Hermione nodded, smiling shyly.
"How was it?" her friend asked, staring at her with fascination. "Did it feel good?"
"No," she said. "It felt amazing, incredible, better than anything I've ever experienced before. Each time is just getting better and better."
"That's wonderful," the red-head smiled. "I'm glad Draco Sex God Malfoy is living up to his reputation."
Hermione laughed. "Yes, he is. And the roleplaying idea was fantastic, Ginny."
"I'm glad I could be of help," the younger witch smiled.
"Anyway," she said, taking a sip of her butterbeer. "How about you and Harry? Anything exciting this week?"
Ginny looked away thoughtfully. "Hmm, well we did use a vibrator this week."
"Vibrator?" Hermione asked. "Like the muggle device?"
Her friend nodded. "Kind of, but Harry used his wand instead. Though we have used the muggle type before."
Interesting. Hermione had always wanted to try one of those.
"Was it better than touch?" she asked.
"Yes," Ginny said with enthusiasm. "So much better. Merlin, I couldn't really describe it accurately. It's amazing. You definitely need to try it."
Hermione took another sip of her butterbeer, imagining the feeling of a vibrating wand against her clit. Could it truly be better than all the amazing sensations she had already felt with just Draco's touches?
"Maybe I will try it," she mused aloud. "It does sound incredible."
The younger witch nodded. "You won't regret it, trust me."
Would Ginny ever have a bad idea?
Hermione listened to the buzzing noise against her clit. She was blindfolded, arms bound behind her back, heightening her other senses.
She was vaguely aware of her husband's presence in the room, close to where she lay on their bed. He was probably standing next to her, she guessed, though he made no indication of it besides the faint rustle of his shirt when he moved.
Ginny was undoubtedly right again. The vibrator felt amazing against her core, providing a sensation so intense that Hermione was almost ready to come in less than a minute. He had tied it in a way so that it was attached to her thigh, but with enough pressure against her sensitive nub to make her squirm.
"Sir…" she moaned, clenching her hands into fists behind her back. "I'm so close."
The bed dipped as she felt his body against hers. He pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"Hold on for a while longer," he whispered, running his fingers down her body, massaging her skin lightly. "I know you can."
She felt his fingers graze against her navel and then up, kneading her breasts for a moment, and then further until they found the base of her throat. He squeezed gently, applying enough pressure to cause her to gasp for a moment as a rush of pleasure surged to her core.
"Dra-"
"Sir," he corrected quickly, now running his fingers along the contours of her face.
"Sir…" she amended, unable to think about much else besides her desperate need to orgasm. "I need to come…"
"Just a little longer," he assured, kissing her cheek. "You can do it."
The vibrator's buzzing noises occupied the room for many seconds. Hermione was unsure how long. Time didn't seem very important at that moment.
Soft moans escaped her lips as he continued squeezing her throat lightly with one hand and massaging her face with the other. He felt fairly relaxed beneath her, though her entire body was tense, trying to hold off on the climax.
She flailed her legs out of instinct, aching to come, but he held them in place, wrapping his own legs around them so she couldn't move.
"S-sir, how much longer?" she panted.
Hermione felt like she was on the brink of an explosion. She desperately needed to explode.
Without saying a word, the vibrating noise stopped and all sensation between her legs had ceased. Draco was untying the device and moved out from beneath her as she felt her body pushed against the soft sheets.
"What…?" she questioned, unable to see exactly what was happening.
"Shh, Granger."
Suddenly, her blindfold was removed and she could see her boyfriend, erection out, staring down at her with desire. He held the same small chain they used the first night.
"I thought we might use these again," he said, jiggling them in the air. "Relax when I put them on."
She nodded and he repeated the same process on both nipples, squeezing her buds gently between his fingertips before clamping the metal onto them. A pinching sensation rushed to them at first, but she soon felt the pleasure she remembered.
He gazed down at her, stony-faced, but the passion was evident in his grey eyes. He looked almost hungry. Hungry with want. Hungry for her. His blonde fringe hung messily around his face, but he looked more seductive than ever.
"Are you ready, Hermione?" he asked, leaning down towards her face, warm breath washing over her skin. "Tell me."
He had used her given name. One of the rare occasions. She could only recall him using it once before. It was when he first told her that he loved her. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and never let go.
Instead, she nodded, matching his sharp gaze. "Yes, sir."
He smirked for a moment before leaning down to kiss her softly as he tugged on the chain connecting the clamps.
A moan escaped her lips at the pull. It felt so good.
"I'm going to give you the best orgasm of your life," he murmured, face still centimetres from hers. The ends of his hair tickled her face as it brushed against it.
She felt him align his body at her entrance, shifting his weight slightly and pushed himself in slowly.
She instinctively clenched her hands into fists behind her back, savouring the sensation. He placed his hands beside her head, supporting his own body as he increased his pace.
Their low, guttural sounds of ecstasy mixed in the air, fused into one. She wasn't sure who had been louder, her or him?
His fingers found her nub, rubbing circles around the bump, eliciting louder moans from her mouth. She needed to come so badly.
Draco's other hand found its way up her abdomen, past her chest, and to her throat, wrapping around gently and squeezing.
Her breath hitched for a moment, but the pressure sent tingles rushing through her body, straight to her core.
"I'm close," he admitted, eyes clenched shut, desperately hanging onto control. He sounded breathless.
"Me too," she confessed, wrapping her legs around his body.
He tugged at the chain again, with the hand that had been on her throat, but maintained his circular movements on her clit.
She felt him become sloppier as his thrusts grew rougher. He was very close. He panted against her ear, leaving his warm breaths on her skin.
The pressure against her core was incredible, insurmountable. She was so very close too. She clenched her muscles, waiting for him to say the magic word.
"Now," he breathed, thrusting himself into her with all his power.
Her walls clenched around him as she felt him twitch, fluid leaking into her body. Her own orgasm left her tense until she reached the peak and it all washed down or out, perhaps. It felt like a volcano erupting. Her body convulsed beneath him and she could sense him watching her as he recovered from his own high.
"Sir…" she moaned with desperation. "Oh…t-this feels so g-good…"
Hermione finally opened her eyes once the convulsions slowed, meeting her boyfriend's amused gaze.
"What?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips.
He was quiet for a moment as he stroked her hair, but finally responded.
"You," he said with a smirk. "You're so adorable, especially when you come."
She grinned, probably blushing like a teenage girl and he lay on his back beside her.
"So do you…"
He shot her a look-obviously I look adorable, Granger! he was probably thinking-and then his gaze shifted down to her chest.
"This might hurt for a second," he warned, gently removing the clamps as she sucked in a gulp of air, feeling the blood rush bad to her nipples.
He then untied her arms, pulling her body into his chest, wrapping his arms and legs around her possessively. She snuggled her head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his subtle masucline scent.
"I'm so proud of you," he whispered, massaging the small of her back. "I never thought you would have wanted me to dominate you in the bedroom, but then you brought it up. I was wary at first. I thought it might end badly, but I've never been happier about something. You were the best person I could do this with. The only person I would want to ever do it with."
Hermione felt tears pricking the back of her eyes, smiling like a little girl.
"Oh Draco," she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I've never felt so good before. Thank you for listening to me. Thank you for all of this, for everything."
He then looked her in the eyes, smiling a very un-Draco-like smile and kissed her again-so delicate and tender. A kiss like always, but now she knew what it meant. The hidden desires held back for so long. Desire they finally got to explore with one another.
"I love you, Hermione," he murmured, pressing their foreheads together.
"I love you too, Draco," she replied.
"Good girl."
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