Warning: There is some vulgar language and a hint or two at daddy kink. All mistakes are my own.
The woman's body tensed as she heard leather strike the metal just above her head. The next sound in the room was the sound of leather making contact with flesh. She felt the sting of the belt and her heart sped up. Her client roughly grabbed her hair causing her head to snap back painfully. She groaned and shivered when the man pressed his rigid cock against her backside.
"Do you want this whore?" he asked breathing into her ear.
She remained silent. Her lack of an answer would anger him; the exact response she hoped he would have. He released the hold he had on her hair and placed his hand around her throat and squeezed. She gagged and began to turn red as the pressure increased. He held on until she was near the point of passing out. He abruptly released her. If she hadn't been restrained she would have collapsed to the floor.
"I asked you a question you fucking whore," he spat in her face. He grabbed her roughly by the chin forcing her to make eye contact with him.
"Yes," she whispered. He slapped her hard snapping her head back. Once again he took her chin forcing her to look at him.
Hermione was very grateful for the mask that the established she moonlighted in required. At first she thought them a huge inconvenience but she was a war hero and due to her recognition the mask was a necessity if she wanted to continue in this manner.
Hermione knew what he wanted to hear. Lucius was very predictable and not as sadistic as he wanted people to believe. So what if the man had a thing for daddy kink. Hell half of her clients did. Some of them were former death eaters and she often wondered what would they think of they knew they had the great Hermione Granger at the tips of their fingers; or rather the tips of their cocks. She chuckled at the thought.
"Yes, daddy."
He smiled rubbing Hermione between her legs. She whimpered.
"Yes Daddy…what?" he asked now inserting two fingers inside her.
"I want it," she said sounding like a small child begging for candy.
"Want what?" he was smiling, the head of his cock glistened with pre-cum.
"I want your dick."
He licked the side of her face before lifting her and setting her down on his member. He began to thrust slowly as he sucked on her bottom lip. She moaned and whimpered as his cock rubbed against the textured bit of flesh deep within her. It was taking her there, to her peak but it wasn't enough to send her over the edge.
"Daddy more, please; harder."
Lucius picked up the pace and began to pound into her causing the chains to rattle violently. She began to move matching the speed of each thrust.
"Dammit," he hissed the standing position not giving him the penetration he craved. He withdrew from her and hurriedly removed the restraints and pulled Hermione to the floor on all fours.
He positioned himself behind her and entered her tight heat. They both moaned loudly the change in position gave them both what they needed.
Hermione arched her back pushing her hips further into the air. She was rewarded with a hard smack to her left cheek and he increased his pace.
She bit her bottom lip; this was it she was cuming.
He gripped her hips harder and his eyes rolled back in his head as the walls of her tight passage began to contract around him. He suddenly stopped and shuddered. He fell onto her back and they both collapsed to the floor the eldest Malfoy still inside her allowing the young woman's pussy to milk him dry.
They stayed entwined; he placed light kisses along her shoulders. Hermione internally chuckled.
"If only you knew who you just fucked; I doubt you would be kissing me right now," she thought to herself as he rose and gathered his clothes.
She sat up and watched him dressed.
He finished dressing and stared at her.
"Will you be here next week?" he asked shyly. The tone didn't match the man. Hermione had never known Lucius Malfoy to be unsure of himself even when it was evident he was on the losing side.
"Depends," she stood and put on her robe.
"On?"
"It just depends, but if I am here then you know the room number; if not, I recommend Jessica."
He nodded at her before leaving.
She stole a glance at the owl clock hanging on the wall; it was after six in the morning. Hermione hadn't planned on being there as long as she had. She needed to get back home she had promised the sitter she would be home around seven.
She arrived home around 7:30. Hugo and Rose came running up to her. She waited for the excitement of seeing her two children but it never came.
Both of them were excited. It was Rose's first day of kindergarten and Hugo's first day at daycare. She loved her children dearly but they were a stark reminder of the mundane, repetitive life she had come to detest.
Ron rounded the corner; she tried not to let her disappointment show. It was apparent he had come home from his scouting trip a day early and sent the sitter home. No doubt in his mind to surprise her.
He grabbed her pulling her against him before he slid his hands down her back to squeeze her ass. Hermione wanted to gag.
She gently pushed him away. "Down boy," she faked a smile, "I have to take the kids to school."
"Don't worry babe. I got it under control."
"You'll be late for work; the school and daycare are in the opposite direction," she said as she helped Hugo into his coat.
He grabbed her hand, "Like I said babe, I got it under control and besides I still have one more day. I came back early just for you," he winked.
She tried not to grimace as bile rose in the back of her throat.
"Alright kids let's go."
The kids ran out the door and to the SUV. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek before whispering in her ear, "go upstairs and put on something sexy." He gave her behind a light slap before shutting the door behind him.
She sighed and rolled hers eyes to try and keep the tears at bay but failed and they began to fall down her cheeks. Closing her eyes she bit down on her lip until she tasted blood. She wiped her tears on the back of her sleeve.
She looked around the living room noting it needed to be cleaned; she headed for the stairs. She was back; back to her perfect husband, perfect children—her perfect life.
Hermione shuddered and quickly ran up the remaining stairs and into the bathroom to vomit.