Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I'm simply borrowing!
A/N: Chapter 2 ended up being much longer than I planned, but here it is! I had only planned for this to be a two-shot, but a thought got stuck in my mind now, so I might have to actually add a third chapter.
She felt incredibly relieved. For some reason she'd expected to run into people in the building, even at this hour, and she had this ridiculous idea that they could tell. She'd been afraid that they could somehow read the shame on her face and know where she was going and why. But the building seemed to be almost empty and she managed to slip into the elevator undetected.
It was difficult to know exactly why she was doing this. Well, she needed the money for S.P.E.W and she had no other way to get them. But she had to admit that wasn't the entire reason. After their last encounter, she'd Apparated straight home and jumped into the shower. Against the door of the shower cabinet, she had fingered herself while her cheeks burned in shame.
Sure he had more or less forced her to do it, but he hadn't forced her to go as far as she did. He hadn't forced her to want to please him so bad that she took all of him in her mouth. And he definitely hadn't forced her to be so excited that her juices ran down her inner thigh as he fucked her mouth.
She couldn't understand what was wrong with her. He was an arrogant bastard who had blackmailed her into giving him head. He had commanded her around and lied to her. And still, she was here to do exactly what he wanted and feeling almost involuntarily excited about it too. It had been way too long. She had to get laid more often if being turned on by arseholes was the consequence of not getting any.
She leaned against the wall of the elevator as it sped upwards, closing her eyes in an attempt to calm herself. Breathing deeply, she tried not to think about what was awaiting her upstairs. A tiny part of her wanted it; a much bigger part of her didn't really want it at all. Except she didn't know how true that was anymore, and she it made her feel dirty.
The doors of the elevator creaked open and she hesitated for a moment before she stepped out into the hallway. It was empty and dim and the sound of her heels meeting the floor bounced off of the walls. Why did she feel like she was betraying someone by doing this? Her friends had nothing to do with who she had sex with and she wasn't betraying anyone's trust. And yet, she couldn't quite shake the feeling.
She stopped outside his door. Her shaking hands smoothed down her shirt and skirt before she pushed the door open without knocking. He sat bent over his desk writing on a long piece of parchment when she entered. For a little moment she just stood there, wondering what to do. Then he looked up, looking mildly annoyed, before he suddenly smirked. The sight made her swallow and she tried desperately to push all thoughts out of her head.
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It had been a long day. He was sure the entire building had gone home already and he still wasn't done with the paperwork. Rolling his shoulders to release some tension, he tried to not think about his warm bed waiting for him at home. Just as he'd touched quill to parchment again, the door of his office flung open and he looked up, ready to hex whoever had the guts to interrupt him. And then he smirked.
Granger. He didn't want to admit he'd waited for her to show up again for the past few days. Okay, so he definitely had. He'd wondered if she'd needed the last bit of money enough to come back to fulfil the agreement. Well, he supposed it wasn't so much an agreement as his own little scam. After all, they had only agreed on the blowjob. But that simply wasn't enough.
But nevertheless, there she was. She stood inside his office in her black skirt and white button shirt, obviously coming in straight from work. Her hair was tied up in a knot at the back of her head, although a long day at work had released the stray curl here and there. He was also sure he saw a faint blush in her cheeks.
Reaching for his wand, he flicked it wordlessly against the door, sending it closed with loud thud. Another wordless spell locked the door behind her.
He met her eyes as he put his wand back on his desk and he thought he saw a faint glimmer of panic in them. It made his pulse race to see her stand there nervously, not knowing what he would say or do. He liked that he was so in control of her for once. It wasn't a common occurrence. He leaned back in his chair.
"So, what brings you here?" he asked in a tone of business, keeping back a grin.
"Don't play games with me, Malfoy," she said angrily. "You know why I'm here."
He raised his eyebrow at her, not bothering to disguise that he was blatantly staring at her body. There was no doubt that she noticed his gaze studying her from head to toe as she fidgeted nervously.
"Then what are you waiting for?" he asked, his eyes at level with her legs.
His heart gave an excited leap as she began walking towards him, moving around the desk just like she had the last time. He swivelled around in his chair and looked up, finding the top two buttons of her shirt undone. Her hands were shaking as she moved to the third, popping it open with slight difficulty. He could see a silky, black bra underneath as she moved to the next button.
He got to his feet as she opened the shirt entirely and slipped it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor as he closed the little distance there was between them and placed his hands against the bare skin of her waist. She looked at him with large eyes, her nervousness radiating from her. Her obvious fear about what his next move would be actually rather turned him on. He liked the power he held.
Her skin was warm under his hands and he tightened his grip on her waist as he leaned forwards. She stood entirely still as he buried his face against her neck, pressing his lips to her skin. Her pulse raced under his lips as he tasted her, the tip of his tongue tracing a light pattern on her skin. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her to his body as he kissed her neck.
As his fingers opened her bra, he traced kisses up to her ear. He pushed the straps of her bra down her arms and let it fall to the floor between them, her naked breasts now pressing against his chest. He placed his lips to her ear.
"I'm going to bend you over this desk and fuck you so hard you'll bruise," he whispered against her ear, his cock hardening at the thought. "Are you ready for that?"
For a moment she stood entirely still, but then he could feel her nod against his cheek. A grin spread across his face as he swiftly turned her around and pushed her down against the desk. The box with his quills fell off the edge and hit the floor with a smash, but he hardly cared.
"Release your hair," he commanded as he quickly discarded his own shirt and trousers.
She took the pin from her hair and it fell down onto her shoulders in waves. He placed his hand at her back, pushing her lower on the desk until she was entirely bent over, her breasts pressed against the wooden surface.
He could see her breathe heavily as he pulled the skirt down over the swell of her bum. His hands caressed the soft skin as he pulled the fabric down, letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor. He couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking, if she was anticipating it or fearing it, if she was picturing right now how he would fit inside her.
One of his hands came to rest on her bum, caressing it slowly as he used his other hand to unbutton his shirt. He watched her laying on his desk with her delicious backside in the air, her knickers the only thing that stopped him from seeing absolutely everything. His heart beat erratically in his chest as he watched her in anticipation, taking in the gorgeous sight so he could play it again and again whenever he needed it.
He reached up and pulled her knickers down, holding his breath almost painfully as he did so. As it too fell to the floor, his erection hardened almost excruciatingly at the sight of her wet folds. Taking a deep breath, he ran one hand up on the inside of her thigh until his fingers found the warm flesh between her legs. Trying to keep his hand steady, he ran one finger against her slit.
She'd kept entirely still until then, but at the contact her entire body jerked. He smirked at her reaction and did it again, this time giving a light touch to her swollen clit. She shuddered under his touch, but she still hadn't uttered as much as a tiny moan since she'd entered the room.
"How does that feel, Granger?" It was more of a demand than a question.
She said nothing, but squirmed as he began caressing the little nub of nerves with circular motions, watching her intensely as practically her entire body flushed. It was obvious that she was holding back, though, and he would have nothing of it. He hadn't come this far just for her to hold back.
"It's not nice to ignore questions, dear Granger," he warned, increasing the pressure of his hand. He saw her head drop down onto the desk and he didn't have to see her face that she was doing everything in her power to not react.
"Do you like my fingers on your clit?" he taunted as he alternated between a light and strong pressure of his touch.
Her lack of verbal response was angering him. If she thought she held the control in this, she was thoroughly mistaken.
"Oh, so, that's how you want to play." His voice was not masking his irritation at all. "I can play games too, you know."
When she still didn't say anything, he stopped the movement of his hand. He saw her take deep breaths as he moved his hand to the swell of her bum. Smirking, he realised she had no idea what he was about to do. She seemed almost relieved, but he knew that wasn't going to last long.
His hand hovered over her bum as he admired the view of her flushed body bent over his desk. It was truly his lucky day. Biting his lip to keep control of his own reactions, he raised his hand and brought it down on her skin. The sound of his palm slapping against the cheek of her butt seemed to linger in his office. She tensed immediately, but didn't emit a sound. He had to admit he was slightly impressed by her stubbornness.
But he still had no intentions of letting her keep her little ounce of control. He looked down as he brought his hand down on her again, her skin turning red from his touch. She jerked and he knew she was close to cracking now. He could tell.
His free hand opened his trousers and he let them fall as his hand came down on her skin again, harder this time. And what came next made his cock harden painfully. Hermione jerked under his touch and she remained still for a split second before a strangled moan slipped past her lips.
"Oh yeah." He smirked. "You like this, don't you, Granger? Why don't you tell me how much you like it?"
Even if he could only see her back and the back of her head, she knew she was fighting to get back the control she'd just lost. The sound of another slap reverberated through the room, quickly followed by a helpless moan from Hermione.
"Say it," he demanded, rubbing his hand against the red, irritated skin.
"It..."
His hand hovered over her bum, waiting for her to continue.
"It feels so good." Her voice broke as she spoke, and he could hear in her voice how painful it was to admit.
He grinned and brought his hand down slowly, caressing the red skin on her cheek. She twitched under his touch.
"Good girl," he muttered as he pushed his boxers down his thighs.
He stepped out of them and kicked them out of his way, but kept his open shirt on. Just then, he noticed that her juices were now trickling down her inner thigh and he bit back a groan. Both of his hands came up to grab her hips.
"You're so ready for my cock, aren't you, Granger?" he asked, peering down at her soaked folds. She looked so incredibly delicious.
She squirmed under him and he just couldn't wait anymore. He needed her now and there was no more time for games. There had already been enough of both of their games.
He gripped her hips harder, his fingers digging into her flesh. And with one last thought of anticipation, he thrust into her heat, his eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling. He was buried inside of her and her hot walls were wrapped around him, providing delicious friction. Closing his eyes, he pulled out again and thrust back in with such force that her thighs bumped against the edge of the desk. In the back of his mind he heard a desperate groan from the witch under him.
The sound of her spurred him on and he slammed into her again and again, pushing her against the desk with each delicious thrust. As his cock pounded into her rhythmically, her moans escalated. It was music in his ears. A beautiful crescendo of her sounds of utmost pleasure, increasing and increasing in volume. She had finally lost her control. Her moans turned into a scream at the next particularly hard thrust. For the first time he let himself groan helplessly at the feeling of filling her completely.
She was writhing under him as he fucked her into the desk, her hot pussy clenching unbearably around him. His eyes were screwed shut at the onslaught of sensations: The smell of them, the soft skin under his hands, the hotness around his cock and the impossibly delicious sounds she made. He had known she would be verbal.
He opened his eyes and reached forwards, his hand fisting into her curls. Pulling her head backwards by her hair, he pulled out of her almost entirely, watching in fascination. He used the grip on her hair to impale her on his cock and he groaned desperately at the feeling.
Her back was arched because of his grip on her hair, but it arched even further as he filled her to the hilt again. She cried out, her breathing coming out harsh and heavy.
"Oh, fuck, Malfoy."
The sound of his name on her lips made stars flicker before his eyes and his heart thump wildly.
"F-fuck me," she said then, the words almost list in her heavy breathing.
He stilled inside her, loosening the grip on her hair as his chest heaved.
"What did you say?" he asked gruffly.
"I said fuck me," she said desperately. "Fuck me faster."
The words seem to explode in his mind almost like fireworks. He gripped her waist and slammed her against the desk so hard that he was sure it moved. He was rewarded with an animalistic growl from the back of her throat that sent chills down his spine.
Faster, she had said. Oh, he would give her faster.
He forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could stare down at her as he pounded her into the desk, his cock ramming into her tight, beaten pussy. She screamed and clutched the edge of the desk with both hands as if her life depended on it. Her walls clenched around him almost unbearably as he slammed her into the desk and he closed his eyes to the overwhelming sensation. There was a familiar sensation spreading through him, but he forced it back. He couldn't come before she did, not when he had promised her the fuck of a life time.
He gritted his teeth and filled her up time and time again as her fingers whitened as she gripped the edge of the desk, her hips slammed against it and she seemed to have lost all control over the sounds she emitted. He had never felt anything so erotic in his life.
"Oh, god," she cried, sobbing in pleasure as he pounded into her. "Oh, Malfoy."
He couldn't hold back much longer, he realised, as her quivering walls clenched around him. But she was close too. She had to be. He reached around her and found her swollen nub. And as he thrust into her as hard as he managed, his fingers moved against her clit while his eyes were tightly shut against the impossible pleasure.
Her screaming suddenly ceased just as her body started shaking under his. Her lips were locked in a silent scream has waves of her orgasm wrecked through her body, leaving her shaking and quivering on the desk. Her pussy clamped down on his cock and he let himself go as soon as he realised she was drowning in waves of her climax.
His own orgasm hit him with full force, every nerve in his body on fire as he pushed himself to the hilt one last time and grunted wildly when her pussy milked him. She was whimpering under him as he came inside her, his seed spilling into her as stars danced behind his eyelids. Granger's pussy was the fucking greatest place he'd ever been. He swore as he slumped forwards onto her, feeling her tremors slowly subsiding.
For several moments they lay completely still, their heavy breathing the only sound that filled the room. He was barely aware of her under him. His mind was a complete haze and it didn't clear until she fidgeted beneath him. Suddenly feeling ridiculously awkward, he pushed himself off of her and turned his back.
He heard her move as he bent down to put his clothes back on, his mind reeling, still in shock by the mind-blowing fuck he'd just has. And he couldn't look at her. He'd wanted her to lose control, but now he could only feel like they had both lost too much control. It had become too intimate, too serious. It wasn't that they had made love or something ridiculous like that, but they had both dropped their guard too much.
He turned around as he buttoned his shirt and forced himself to look at her. Her face was flushed and he saw hints of bruises on her hips as she pulled her skirt back on. Well, at least he'd kept his promise. He sat down in his chair and tried to ignore her as she fumbled around on the floor for her bra.
When she had put it back on, he held another check out to her. He couldn't look at her as he did it. What the hell was wrong with him? He had planned this and he had wanted this. He had no qualms about it.
He stared down onto the parchments that hadn't fallen off his desk in the commotion, listening to her walk out of his office and slam the door shut.
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Oh dear god.
She staggered into the elevator and sank back against the all, her legs feeling like rubber. It was as if she had never even used them and didn't know how to walk. She ached all over, but her brain just didn't seem to care. It was sending waves of euphoria through her, even if she'd sternly told it to stop. She'd told it to stop many, many times. And it just hadn't. And she cursed it for it.
She finally found the strength to stare down at the check. It was the correct amount. She had to focus on not crumpling it into a ball. It made her feel defiled. It made her feel like someone who sold her body for money. And she was someone who sold her body for money.
But god. She couldn't say it was only for the money. That much was clear to her. Money didn't make her scream and shake in ecstasy. Fuck. She just hoped he didn't put too much thought into it. Please, Merlin, let him not see through her.