Author's Note: Hey guys, lovely to read you! So heads up this first chapter is a lot of smut and not a lot of plot but I promise the story portion of this dirty fic picks up in chapter two. Don't forget to REVIEW!

Four beautiful women dressed in short, silky, lace- trimmed, nightgowns stood nervously in the middle of a large, lavish room in Malfoy Manor. The walls were a deep grey with intricate carvings of snakes along the doorframe.

"Welcome ladies!" Draco said as he surveyed his new toys hungrily, the thrill of power twinkling in his eyes. "I hope you like your new living quarters, my wife Astoria and I designed the room ourselves."

"It's wonderful," Luna Lovegood said in her sweet, high pitched voice. "Love the bed!" The other three women turned to look at her dumbfounded. Luna was referring to the fact that the four women's bedchamber consisted of only one large round bed, as opposed to four separate ones.

"I hoped you would," Draco said in a husky tone, gazing at her lips. A shiver made its way down Luna's spine. He grinned a mischievous grin, putting a finger under Luna's chin and bringing her mouth up to meet his. Luna didn't know what it was about his soft slytherin lips but the second they made contact with hers, she needed more. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he flicked his tongue lightly over her bottom lip, making her feel lightheaded. To her great displeasure, he pulled away with a stinging peck on her neck.

The other three women had all averted their eyes from the display as if thinking to themselves, 'is this actually happening?' and perhaps questioning, 'did we really sign ourselves up to be Malfoy's personal sex slaves?'

"Come now," Draco looked to the three women with down turned eyes. "We're all going to become quite comfortable with each other, so there's no need for modesty. In fact, I practically forbid it," they all looked up at their handsome, silver eyed, Master with varying expressions. He chuckled lightly to himself, as he stepped up to them one by one.

"That's quite a blush you're sporting, Granger," he whispered in her ear, making her shudder (not at all in a good way). Seeing this, Draco kissed her cheek with a knowing smile. Hermione took it like one takes bile down their throat. "You'll learn to like me yet Granger," he said assuredly, as he moved on to the next woman at his disposal. Angelina Johnson's face looked borderline expressionless and destitute, as if this whole ordeal was not effecting her emotionally at all.

"I am truly sorry to hear about your fiancé, Fred, and more recently about his brother, George," Malfoy spoke lowly in her ear, his voice dripping with sincerity. It brought color again to her caramel cheek and if Draco was not mistaken, tears to her eyes. "But I'm happy to have you here!" He said loud enough for them all to here. That was shockingly kind, Angelina thought to herself.

Next, Draco found himself in front of the fiery redhead with a face of pure indignation, daring him to touch her, lest he see what happens to him. So, in true Draco fashion, he ran his hand down her round shapely hip and under her silk night gown. She stiffened, losing some of her nerve and when his fingers graced her soft inner thigh she squeezed her legs as hard as she could, crushing his hand in the process. "Feisty," he commented with a smirk, removing his hand. "I like 'em feisty." Ginny grinned, arching a tempting eyebrow instinctively. Damn her natural inclinations to be an impossible flirt, she mentally scolded herself when he had moved on to Luna. He swept a hand over the blonde's cheek. "Luna, I believe you and I have already made our introductions. You, my odd little Ravenclaw, are a present for my beloved wife – you're just her type."

"You're wife doesn't mind that we're here?" Hermione asked smartly. He turned to her.

"Not in the slightest; a Slytherin's traditional marriage is something a bit different from the rest of the Wizarding world. It's an open relationship, the partners free to explore all the limits of sexual pleasure with anyone they wish, while never betraying their spouse emotionally. Don't get this arrangement confused Ganger, I am very much in love with my wife and she is aware of your presence here. Moreover, like I implied with Lovegood, she is free to take advantage of your services whenever she feels so inclined. Though, I'm sure she has her own affairs in other places, she has a kink for muggle men – something about the power – "

"And it doesn't disgust you that your wife sleeps with muggles?" Hermione asked bitingly. Draco was both extremely annoyed and intrigued by her attitude. If she still hated him so much, why on earth was she here? She must need the money really bad.

"Ganger, my prejudices have obviously been rectified, or else why would I invite you into my home with the express purpose of touching, sucking and fucking me?" Hermione's face, chest, and arms flamed red at his words. The corners of his lips curved in an unabashed smirk. "That is something I'd like you all to know; I am scarcely the same man I was at Hogwarts. I'm sure I was terrible to all of you at one point, some more than others," he looked at Hermione again, "but I have repented for my old ways in more ways than one and as I am over paying you four to be here, I don't feel liable to share them with you. However, I am not in the business of sexual abuse so if any of you at any point would like to leave, you are free to do so at any time. I warn you, this job will not be easy – sexually, you will be at my beck and call, as well as Astoria's and in some cases, my friend's. You are expected to do to us – and let be done to you – whatever we please." Draco looked around at the fear present on the women's faces and his eyes darkened with lust.

"No one's leaving?" he surveyed them. They looked from each other to him, shaking their heads. "Good! Let's get started then!" He clapped his hands together in excitement.

"We- we're ssstarting now?" Angelina stuttered. Draco winked at her as she sucked in a deep, nervous, breath.

"No time like the present, Johnson - hands up ladies," Draco commanded with a grin. "We're going to play a little game. An icebreaker, if you will." The four women cautiously raised their hands in the air. With a flick of Draco's wand, their wrists were tied, tightly, with a black cord connected to the ceiling. A second set of cords quickly followed, latching on to their ankles and spreading their legs apart. Once all his women were no longer able to cover themselves. Draco then removed their silk gowns with another flick. Ginny pulled at her restraints angrily, her full, tanned tits bouncing in the process.

"What's this, Malfoy?" She practically spat at him.

"It's part of the game, Weasley, but by all means keep thrashing around like that - it's quite a lovely view," Draco drawled. Once again he waved his wand and sixteen feathers the size of quills appeared, sending a shot of anticipatory embarrassment through Hermione's body.

"There are four for each of you, one for each of your lovely nipples." As if by command of his words, two feathers flew to each of the woman, immediately circling their breasts and tickling their pert, exposed nipples. A pleasured sigh escaped the mouths of Luna, Ginny and even Angelina but Hermione bit her lower lip in protest of the mortifying sensations she was currently experiencing. "One for your, I assume by the looks on your faces, aching clits." Four more feathers flew to each of the women's exposed centers. This time Hermione couldn't help herself, she let out a sharp gasp. Though that was pretty good considering Luna and Ginny were explicitly moaning, each dripping arousal from their warm slits. Angelina was not fairing much better, despite her obvious somber mood, she was well turned on by the feathers, her breathing becoming more and more ragged as time went on. Every once in a while, a little intoxicating whimper escaped her lush lips.

Draco was not immune to the sight and sounds before him, his obvious arousal poking out beneath his pants. "And the last feather," he said, voice deep and sultry, turning Ginny on even more, despite herself. "Is a free for all; it will explore the rest of your body, sensing where you need it most and obliging that desire." The feathers flew to them, roaming their bodies for their most intimate locations. Draco smiled the sudden chorus of moans and ragged breaths." As it seems that some of you are close to losing, let me explain the point of this game. The last woman to come is the winner – good luck."

"Ahhh …And what do we win haaaaa?" Ginny asked between delicious moans of pleasure. She had completely succumbed to her aroused state, not at all caring that she didn't like the blond man in front of her. She rocked her hips forward, pulling at her ties as she mentally urged the feathers on. Draco's eyes stalked her, taking in every arousing detail. He had to stroke himself twice within his pants at the sight.

"You are so sexy right now Weasley," Draco praised and she let out a deep moan in response, seductively biting her lower lip, zeroing her beautiful hazel eyes in on his silver ones. It was too much, at that moment Draco wanted nothing more than to take Ginny right there and forgo the game all together. That was until he heard a high pitched, strained giggle beside her.

Luna's fourth feather seemed to have found a fairly ticklish spot at her ribcage and was currently torturing her there. She fought against her ropes violently as the inability to stop the feathers' torment, made her body shake uncontrollably.

"HAHAHHAHAHA...mmmmmmm… Oh Fuck!" her heart racing and her lower region screaming for release as the feather circled her clit faster with a light deliberate touch. Luna let out a guttural whine. Ahahahahahaha… I'm so close!"

Draco, overwhelmed with the site of Luna on the edge of orgasm, couldn't help but pull her in for another heated kiss, absorbing her moans with his mouth. In a moment of passion Draco's hard cock pressed against her inner thigh and Luna came apart without warning, emitting a powerful shriek. When it was obvious she had lost the game, the feathers disappeared and Draco released her from her bindings. Luna, still weak from the effects of her orgasm fell to the floor instantly. Draco smiled down at her, patting her on the head in commiseration.

"Better luck next time, darling."

"Worth it," She responded to him still deep in a pleasure filled haze.

"Merlin…Fuck me!" Ginny wailed as her fourth feather found its way beneath her firm arse, tickling her puckered hole. Draco grinned naughtily.

"Little Weasley likes to take it up the arse. You're a filthy little whore, aren't you?" He taunted, standing right in front of her, his arms crossed, watching her suffer. She growled at him amidst moans. She clenched her fists until her knuckles were white in an attempt to stop herself coming. Her tan body was strewn with little beads of sweat, plastering her long red hair to her skin in a way Draco found wholly erotic.

"Just let go Weasley, there's no way you're going to win," Draco offered with a laugh at her thunderous expression.

"I- I- c-can't lose!" She gasped, between little moans.

"Why's that Weas- Oh, I see," he walked behind her, smirking seductively. "You're still the same competitive ginger you were at Hogwarts," he put his lips mere inches away from her ear. "Too bad Slytherin took the cup your year as captain," he goaded in a whisper.

"ahhhhhh…I h-hate you Malfoy!" She bit back. And it was true she hated him, it was too bad that in her highly turned on state her hate for him was warping into an intense lust that only seemed to spur on her fast approaching climax. He chuckled in her ear, sending a jolt right to her soaked cunt. Draco brought a finger down her inner thigh, wiping up some of her arousal. Ginny whimpered at the contact. He put the dripping finger in his mouth, savoring her juices.

"Sure doesn't taste like you hate me?" he whispered teasingly into her ear again, causing her to convulse in front of him.

Helping to ride out her orgasm, Draco took her earlobe in his mouth, lightly biting on the sensitive skin there. Ginny shook uncontrollably. Smiling, Draco gave a hard spank to her arse.

"FUCK YES!" She screamed as she came all over Draco's guest room floor. Somewhere in her haze, it dawned on her that this was her room. This was real. She was at the sexual beck and call of Draco Malfoy. What, in merlin's name, had she been thinking?

"Did Potter know you were such a little ass slut, Weasley?" He mocked as he released her from her ropes and she fell to the ground. She limply wrapped a hand around his cock and squeezed hard.

He hissed in a moment of weakness, then pulled back on her long ginger hair in response, causing her to yelp. But a smile spread across her face as she released him. Draco stared down at the little rebel before him, how in the name of Salazar had he not noticed how fucking sexy she was until today.

With two down and two to go, Draco had to admit he was fascinated by Angelina and Hermione's stamina. Both were remaining relatively quiet and had resorted to closing their eyes in, what Draco could only assume was, an attempt to think about anything but what was happening.

"Very good job ladies!" Draco said clapping his hands as he made his way towards them. "I think things are going to have to get a little more challenging."

"More… challenging…than …this?" Angelina questioned apprehensively between ragged breaths. Hermione shut her eyes ever tighter.

"No more of that Granger!" Draco sang, enjoying the naked sight of his childhood rivals vulnerability. "Eyes open – both of you." Angelina and Hermione begrudgingly did as they were told. "Isn't it more fun this way?" He asked, sheer joy in his voice.

"I… thought this job was about your pleasure… n-not ours." Hermione protested as her fourth feather made its way to a sinful place on her neck causing her to shudder. Draco removed his white button down, boxers and dress pants, walking slowly towards Hermione. Her big doe eyes sparkled with wanton curiosity, as she gazed openly at his long, thick, manhood. He went behind her, tracing his palms across her toned stomach, leaning into her so his stiff cock pressed firmly against her wet folds.

"As you can tell Granger, your pleasure brings me pleasure," he groaned deeply, as he rubbed against her nether regions.

"Ahhh…shit!" Hermione swore as she could feel herself get closer. She absolutely refused to come in front of Draco Malfoy, but if he didn't stop rubbing against her like that her body wasn't going to give her the choice.

"Sorry Granger, that was cheating," he apologized, removing himself from her. She moaned involuntarily at the loss of contact. "Unless, of course, you want to forfeit and for me to continue?" Unable to form words at the moment, she just shot him a look of pure distain. "I guess not," Draco said with a smirk that made Hermione want to slap him – again.

"hmmmm," Draco pondered dramatically as the two woman lashed and gasped in front of him. "What to do, what to do? Ooh, I want you two to look at each other!" The look of horror in both of their eyes let Malfoy know he was doing the right thing. "Hurry up now, turn your head to look at your friend's, hot, wet, pussy."

Angelina let out a groan watching the feathers work on Hermione's blushing body. Never in her life had she found a woman so attractive, but the longer she looked, the more she wanted to touch.

"That's more like it Johnson," Draco said approvingly. "Now tell Granger exactly what turns you on about her. Don't leave out any details," Angelina swallowed, hoping to find a way out of this sticky situation she was in, but as she couldn't find one, she began to scope Hermione's shaking body greedily.

Hermione let out a long sigh, utterly turned on at seeing Angelina gush more from the sight of her. She tried to close her eyes again but Draco stopped her.

"No Granger, keep them open! - Johnson, I don't hear you."

"Sorry Hermione, but watching you squirm is making me really wet…ahhhh," hearing herself say it out loud only fueled the heat rising in Angelina's center. "Fuck and your hair… its wild a-and sweaty and I just want to run my hands through it," the elder witch watched as Hermione's blush deepened. "And you're just so fucking innocent…Huh"

"That's it Johnson, look at what your words are doing to her," Draco encouraged. Hermione's face was as red as a tomato, whimpers escaping out of her slightly swollen lips. "Hermione, why don't you tell Angelina what you'd do to her if you could touch her right now," Hermione whined with a mixture of dread and pleasure.

"Malfoy please d-d-don't make me."

"oooh, as much as I love to hear you beg Granger, I'm afraid I can't fulfil that request. Speak clearly now," he said nudging her on the chin. Visions of killing Draco in his sleep filled Hermione's head and a smile crossed her face. "I'm waiting Granger… And going off the way Angelina's legs are moving, I'd say she is too."

"Aaang," Hermione began. "I would kiss you."

"Oh, come on Granger you can do better than that…" Draco mocked.

"FINE," Hermione shouted in his direction.

"Woah," Draco said, laughing.

"I want to take one of your hard nipples in my mouth and suck it until I could hear you moan and feel you squirm beneath me." Angelina let out a harsh, intense breath.

"Of fuck, Hermione!" Angelina shrieked. Hermione, despite herself, loved the effect she was having on the older girl and had to continue.

"Then I'd take the other one in my mouth, because we have to be fair, don't we?" Hermione winked at her. This was the game, she told herself. Make Angelina come and it's over.

Draco stared at Hermione, enthralled by her words. His cock hardened to the point of discomfort and he grimaced.

"You alright over there, Malfoy?" Hermione taunted, getting him back for earlier. He couldn't help himself, he had to start stroking his aching erection. Hermione smiled at him with a look of utter triumph.

"Then I'd slide my hand down your stomach Angelina, further and further until I reached your wet cunt – "Draco cursed under his breath 'did Hermione Granger just say cunt?' "And slide my fingers into you, pumping in and out and in and ou –"

"Fuck…fuck…FUCK…I'm coming!" Angelina bellowed as she did just what she proclaimed. Her whole body tremoring as the feathers continued their work through the entirety of her climax. When she was finished, both hers and Hermione's feathers disappeared. Draco waved his wand and Angelina was freed, only to fall to the ground with Ginny and Luna, who had begun rubbing their slits furiously at the display.

Draco went behind a still tied Hermione, sliding his dick across her wet center again.

"That was very, very impressive, Ganger," he moved his lips to her neck, where he had seen her fourth feather go before, and sucked. She moaned loudly, more of her juices flowing over Draco's hard cock. "You won Granger, now you can accept your reward," he breathed, his breath fanning across the, dampened, sensitive, skin, just below her ear.

"www-w-what's ttthat?"

"Well, it's my prick of course," he grinned salaciously and she scoffed at him.

"Some prize," she said sarcastically.

"Oh, you don't want it?" he bit down on the spot on her neck, while pinching hard at one of her nipples.

"Ahhhh… Fuck you, Malfoy!" she growled causing him to laugh in her ear.

"That's what I'm trying to do, but you don't want me to – right?" Draco questioned with a groan as he rubbed his member against her opening again. This time she couldn't even speak, she just shook her head in response.

"You sure you don't want to come?" He asked. She shook her head again, unconvincingly.

"Suit yourself," he stepped away from her, she whimpered at the loss. Draco waved his wand again but nothing of note happened.

"What did you do?" Hermione questioned. He ignored her and lowered himself to kneel in front of her. He separated her dripping pink lips with a pale finger and pushed it deep inside her. She moaned and bucked her hips against it.

"tisk, tisk, tisk ,Granger, you're a liar. I think. You. Really. Really. Want. To. Come," He thrust into her with each word. Her pussy walls clenched around his finger desperate for him to continue.

"Oh for merlin's sake!" Hermione roared as he inserted another finger into her thankful folds. As he moved within her faster and faster she felt herself on the brink of letting go. She'd been holding it in for what felt like an eternity. When he flicked his thumb lightly on her engorged clit that was it. Her toes curled, every muscle in her body tensed but she couldn't come. She stayed, painfully, mid orgasm, her body refusing to let her come down.

"Aaahhh! FUCK! Malfoy… what…. Did… you do to me?"

"What's wrong Granger, I thought you didn't want to come?" he asked innocently, as he added another finger to thrust into her. He could see the beads of sweat roll down her forehead as his spell blocked her release. "I've only given you what you asked for."

"mmhmmm," she whimpered. It was all Hermione could manage as Draco brought his talented tongue to her clit. Her sensitive nub felt like it was turning inside out each time he lapped at it.

"Iwanttocome," Hermione said quickly to get it out.

"What was that Granger? I couldn't hear you, I was buried in you delicious cunt," she threw her head back; the buildup in her center, so intense, little dots began to speckle her vision.

"I want to come!" she cried out again.

"And who's going to do that for you?" he pushed.

"You are."

"who?"

"Draco Malfoy is going to make me come!" she gritted

"Tell your friends what you want, Granger?" Hermione looked over at her friends, her vision hazy, and saw they all had their hands buried deep within their own folds. She squealed at what he was making her do.

"I WANT DRACO MALFOY'S COCK TO FUCK ME UNTIL I COME!" Draco picked up his wand with a shaky hand and released her from the spell. Her back arched immediately and a low scream ripped through her throat as she came hard in Draco's waiting hand.

"Your wish is my command, sweetheart," Draco drawled smoothly as he stood up and plunged into her balls deep without any warning or recovery time. Her tight sopping wet pussy felt amazing as he thrust into her from behind, watching his little group of masturbating women on the floor. 'This is going to be fun,' he thought to himself as Hermione clenched around him, turning her head to allow him to capture her mouth in a frenzied kiss. 'This was going to be very fun, indeed.'