Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and this is a work of fiction
A/N: This will be two shot. Some sexy times ahead. I apologise for any mistakes that I may have missed.
PLAY TIME
Hermione POV
"Tom, I have a plan", I said as I flopped down on the chair in front of his desk.
" A plan for what exactly?" He said sighing while putting his pen down, giving me his full attention. Say what you will about muggles, but they come up with some pretty nifty inventions.
" Oh, you know your quest for conquering wizarding Britain and all that". I tried to keep my face as blank as I could. I could never quite match Tom in that regard.
"And that involves...?." Waving his hand in a 'get on with it' gesture.
"We'll need some LSD, a stripper, a getaway car, nitrous oxide and a rocket launcher". I checked them off one by one with my fingers. I tried really really hard to keep my face neutral.
"Really laughing gas?" He rolled his eyes.
"Well I could have said silly string"
The glare he gave me... If looks could kill, I'd be dead a thousand times over.
"This isn't funny Hermione", I loved pushing his boundaries to see how far he would allow me to stray.
" Am I laughing Tom?" Ok maybe a slight giggle. I couldn't keep a straight face. He was always so serious, just once I would like to make him laugh.
"Keep sassing me woman and you will sorely regret it, with a spanking over my knee", he growled leaning over his desk, attempting to look menacing.
The thing is that I know he is incredibly dangerous and could easily murder me and hide the body. I guess in some weird twisted way I am attracted to that. But part of me isn't scared of him, I do trust him to a point. After a spanking incident that went too far, and I had to use my safe word, he immediately stopped and let me cry on his shoulder. He even rubbed some cream on my very red raw butt cheeks, to soothe them. I couldn't sit down for nearly two days. He was caring and tentative, our relationship shifted after that. We're more open to each other.
"Tom all jokes aside, we aren't in a James Bond movie and you aren't a megalomaniac evil villain that hides away in a bunker stroking a hairless called Mr Bigglesworth, that sends death threats of annihilation with nuclear weapons via video link. Do you know how nuts that sounds? This is the 21st century, you need to think strategically and realistically. Power these days is in the political forum, and you have enough ambition and manipulative tendencies to actually achieve something. Either Minister of Magic or Chief Warlock. Just at least think about it, ok? I believe you can do it and bring about real change. The wizarding world is stagnating and needs a good kick up the ass". I rested my chin in my hand.
He stood there staring at me then shifted away in thought. It allowed me to perve on him.
God that tight arse, has a tight ass. I love grabbing it when he is on top. I wonder if he would let me bite it? I noted where he was standing, in that exact spot where I was riding his face just the other day. I blushed and felt a shiver of arousal run down my spine. That was a good afternoon, I felt powerful for those few minutes.
"What are you thinking about pet? If that blush is any indication..." a smirk suddenly overtaking his angelic features. I internally groaned he must have realised what I was thinking about.
"Yes, that was a nice unexpected afternoon treat, licking your juices off my face. After you so graciously dragged me to the floor, lifted your dress and unceremoniously placed your already bare slick folds to my lips, all without saying a word and rode my tongue without shame ", he walked towards me, his gaze darkened and turned hungry. Suddenly I felt like the prey being hunted by the predator. My breathing increased, my heart was beating faster as he approached, caging me with his arms as he lent down on the arms of the chair, his face millimetres from mine.
"Pray tell pet, did thinking about coming all over my face turn you on? Completely soaking your sexy little knickers?" he whispered into my ear, then nipping at my ear lobe. I shivered. It was amazing what this man's voice and words did to me. I was practically a puddle at his feet.
Buzz Buzz
"Mr Riddle, Delphineas Tollingsworth is here for his 1 o'clock appointment"
The sound of the intercom broke the intense moment.
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Tom moved away to respond to the intercom.
"Thank you Elsbeth, give me five minutes and then show him in", he looked up at me expectantly, obviously still waiting for me to answer his questions.
I stood up and run a hand over the front of my skirt, trying to brush out any crinkles. I turned to leave and stopped just as I grabbed the handle. I looked over my shoulder with a cheeky smile.
" Yes, Tom it did, and they would have been wet if I was wearing any" and winked exiting his office.
Tom POV
Saucy little minx
Now I'm going to have that image of her juices making her inner thighs all sticky under that bloody skirt. I might go visit her later and dole out a bit of punishment. She needs to be reminded of her place I have been lax of late.
I smirked evilly and steeple my fingers, this will be fun.
Hermione POV
I swear this self-imposed torture is killing me, why do I do it to myself?
That traitorous inner voice keeps telling me 'Because it's fun', yes, it is fun playing with Tom and all his little power plays. I know I never really win, he just lets me think I do.
I'm going to be feeling uncomfortable for the rest of the day. Fuck how hot is it in here?
Why did I think it was a smart move to wear no knickers?
Only a few more hours to go. I sighed and tried to concentrate on work.
Tom POV
Knock Knock
I rap gently against her office door.
"Come in", It is a slightly muffled response, but I can hear it.
Opening the door, I am greeted with a flushed looking Hermione, squirming in her chair. She's rolling what I assume to be a water bottle against her neck. Interesting.
She looks up noticing that I had entered. Her eyes widen almost comically.
"What has got you so…hot and bothered my pet?", I keep my face blank, cocking my head to the side. I know the answer is from this morning. I affect her greatly, more than she is willing to admit to herself. I have power over her body and I thoroughly enjoy it. I sit down on the edge of her desk.
She looks at me like a spooked wild animal ready to bolt.
"Umm nothing I think I'm getting a fever", she diverts her eyes
"Don't lie to me pet, I always know when you do", I picked up a photo of her and the weasel, what the hell did she ever see in that ginger twat? I need to remind her that, I am the only man she needs. She is mine and I don't share what is mine.
She stands up and walks over to a cupboard opens it to what looks like a mini fridge? And places the bottle of water inside. While she has that delectable arse in the air, I quietly creep up behind her and lightly place my hands on each side of her hips.
She freezes and slowly straightens back up.
"Tom what are you doing?" she's completely breathless. It awakens a primal instinct, when she says my name like that.
I jerk her head back roughly by the hair and tilt it, so her ear is near my mouth. I am at least a head taller than her, she feels so small and breakable in my arms. I could snap her like a twig.
"Giving you a little punishment and a stern reminder that tonight I will spank you so hard as you come on my cock, that in the future you will do well to remember your place is underneath me and you are mine. Now down to business. Let's check to see how wet you are…", with my free hand I lift the hem of her skirt and bunch it as best I can around her hips.
My hand slides back down massaging the globes of her bare arse. I give one a hard smack, the sound reverberating around the room.
She gasps and leans back rubbing her backside against my prominent erection. I dip my hand between her thighs and fucking merlins' balls she is so wet.
"God damn it pet, you're absolutely dripping for me" I groan into her exposed neck. I begin rubbing circles around her clit, then moving to push a finger inside her, alternating and repeating. As soon as I could feel her begin to tighten and letting out shallow breaths I pull back completely.
"Well my pet that's your punishment, you do not get to come until tonight, I want, you to detonate and it will be a sight to see" my voice was a little husky I wasn't completely unaffected by this.
She turned and glared arousal still burning through her but anger as well. I brought my wet fingers, covered in her juices to my mouth and began licking my fingers. She tasted fucking divine.
"Until tonight", I winked and started whistling a little tune as I left.
Hermione POV
That fucking bastard.
Whistling
Infuriating smug arrogant egotistical prat
I can't believe he left me like this, ok I can but still.
No, I am not going to get myself off because then he would win. Ugh he wins anyway, regardless of what I do. No, this small victory will be mine.
Until tonight
Tom POV- back at the office
I've been staring off into the middle distance for a while now, just thinking about that little interlude this afternoon in Hermione's office.
I'm still hard as a rock, thank god I sit behind a desk for most of the day.
I blink and refocus and my attention lands on a dagger I was given from someone, don't remember who. I get up and walk over to get it off the shelf. I can still smell her arousal on my fingers. Fuck I love that musky woman smell.
The dagger itself is approximately 10 inches in length, with a slightly curved handle. It's beautifully crafted. Not too heavy, intricate designs on the blade. I wonder if Hermione would let me cut her, not deep, just enough for one or two drops of blood to bead on the surface of her skin. A quick nick. Would she let me lick it off her? On the inside of her thighs, a mix of pleasure and pain, to bring her over the edge. Fucking her with the handle of the knife, while I suck on her clit, revelling in the taste of her blood and juices mixed together on my tongue. I wonder how far I can push her sexual limits.
I look at my wand, I would enjoy seeing that sliding in and out of her. That would be a massive amount of trust given to me by her, If she allowed it even more so than the knife. Our wands are a very personal thing, giving them to someone else if like handing your life over to them. Did I want that? A sick part of me did, the rest of me not so sure.
Now I need to start planning for tonight…..