A Novice Mistake
After he finished branding her with his paw print, Sirius stepped back and peered down at Hermione, who was still kneeling on the floor before him in a subservient position, waiting eagerly to obey his every order. His cock hardened further at the prospect.
Suddenly, Sirius' dark eyes, which had previously been hooded with lust, narrowed in a way that made Hermione distinctly nervous.
"Hermione," Sirius said in a soft, dangerous voice. "Are you aware that right now you are disobeying one of the rules I laid out for you mere moments ago?"
Hermione raised her head, staring up at Sirius in mute horror. What had she already done wrong, she wondered in a panic. Sirius lowered his eyes pointedly.
In that moment, Hermione realized that she had been unconsciously grinding against her heel as she knelt before Sirius. She let out a small gasp of horror and stilled immediately, but the damage was already done. Her heel remained nestled guiltily against her aching center, the wetness coating it evidence of her transgression. She felt her stomach swoop with dread and her cheeks redden with hot shame.
"You'll be punished," Sirius informed her, his stern gaze burning into her, extrapolating her feelings of guilt and shame. "And make no mistake, Kitten, I won't go easy on you just because it's your first offense. Which, I might add, you committed only minutes after I collared you and informed you of my rules."
Hermione squirmed with shame and lowered her eyes. She couldn't bear to look at Sirius any longer.
"Did I not make myself clear when I laid out my expectations for you?" Sirius asked softly.
"No, Sir," Hermione whispered. "You made yourself very clear."
"Then you agree that you need to be punished," Sirius stated, rather than asked.
"Yes, Sir," she said meekly. "My behavior was inexcusable."
Hermione looked up at him through lowered lashes, her cheeks stained with a prominent blush. "I've been dreadfully naughty. I'll deserve whatever punishment you see fit to give me."
"Yes you will. I don't tolerate disobedience, Kitten. You'll learn to obey me very quickly, or suffer the consequences."
Hermione bowed her head, her eyes brimming with tears. She hated that she had disappointed him already. She would gladly take her punishment. "Yes, Sir."
"Get up!" Sirius instructed, fisting his hand in Hermione's bounty of thick, loose curls and tugging her to her feet.
"Follow me," Sirius ordered. Releasing her hair, he strode from the living room and entered a side hallway. Hermione hastened after him. The slight friction between her thighs every time she took a step was torturous, and she worked to withhold her moans. Sticky wetness continued to leak copiously from her center. As she walked, it coated her upper thighs and began to drip down her legs. Hermione was mortified at her wantonness, especially when she had misbehaved so grievously and was about to be punished accordingly for it.
Sirius led her to what seemed to be a small guest bedroom. It had light, hardwood floors and contained a bed, two night tables, and a dresser. There didn't seem to be anything personal in the room, though it was done in the Gryffindor colors of red and gold. Sirius clearly had many fond memories of his school days, which made sense, Hermione mused, as it had really been the only happy time in his life. She shook her head. It wasn't her job to psychoanalyze him right now, it was her job to please him in whatever way she could, and to make up for the fact that she had already disobeyed him.
"Get on the bed and kneel," Sirius instructed, breaking Hermione from her thoughts.
She scrambled to obey, perching on the edge of the bed and being very careful to position both her heels far away from her center.
"On all fours."
Hermione altered her position, a feeling of frisson skirting across her lower abdomen. Despite the fact that this was meant to be a punishment, she felt a deviant thrill of anticipation. How would Sirius discipline her?
It soon became clear when Sirius delivered a shockingly sharp slap to her bum. He continued to rain blows down upon her, one after another. Hermione bit her lip in order to keep from crying out from both the pain and the jolts of pleasure each hit sent through her body. Sirius marveled at the way she thrust her perfect, smooth, little arse up into the air eagerly to meet his blows.
"That's it, Kitten," Sirius murmured, striking her right cheek hard. Hermione arched into the hit, her arse jiggling from the impact. "Take your punishment like a good, little slut." He was enjoying the sight of her blushing bottom. It had reddened to match the shade of her face, which was scarlet from a combination of embarrassment and desire. It was so deliciously wrong to be spanked by Sirius and called a naughty, little slut. Every time Sirius struck her, Hermione leaked more and more wetness for him. By the time he finished, her arse was stinging and cherry red, and she was more aroused than ever.
"Thank you, Sir," Hermione panted when it became clear that Sirius wasn't going to spank her again.
He chuckled darkly, the sound causing Hermione to shiver in delight, before he reached out and lightly stroked her arse.
"Did you think that was all I was going to do, Kitten?" Sirius asked, amused. "Spank you?" he shook his head. "You've been naughty enough to deserve much more than a few swats on the butt. That was only the prelude to your real punishment." He smirked evilly. "Since you were insolent enough to touch yourself without my permission, you will be denied pleasure for the rest of the day. Turn over and lay on your back. Do not move."
Breathless, Hermione obeyed, settling herself back on the dark, red sheets.
Sirius walked to the dresser and began rummaging around in it for something. A few seconds later he emerged with not one, not two, but three pairs of shining, silver handcuffs. Hermione's heart beat erratically from a combination of fear and excitement.
Sirius stalked towards the bed, clutching the handcuffs and Hermione eyed them with wide eyes. She had expected to be restrained sometime in the course of this week, but she hadn't known it would be so soon, nor that it would take three pairs of handcuffs to accomplish. Sirius had reached the bed, and was now looming over her with dark intent. He guided her into a sitting position before raising her arms above her head and securing them to the headboard with the first pair of handcuffs. The metal was shockingly cool as it settled around her delicate wrists, and when the lock clicked into place Hermione felt a hot thrill course through her. Her hips shifted.
Running his hands down her body, Sirius skimmed over the curves of Hermione's waist and breasts, his touches tortuously fleeting and light, before coming to rest his hands on her hips, gripping them possessively. He gave them a squeeze, before sneaking his hands underneath her body and firmly grabbing her arse. Hermione hummed softly, enjoying the feeling of Sirius' warm, rough palms against her tender backside. He palmed her gently for a few minutes, massaging her wonderfully pliant cheeks. When he slid his hands further down her thighs, Hermione moaned in dual embarrassment and pleasure. She was sticky from where her own wetness had dripped down her legs, and Sirius surely noticed. She hardly had time to be embarrassed though, before Sirius suddenly pried apart her thighs.
Hermione gasped from the shock and the uncomfortable strain of the stretch. Before she knew it, Sirius had handcuffed each of her ankles to a corner bedpost, trapping her in the uncomfortably vulnerable and revealing position. She had never been so terribly exposed, and she longed to cover herself in embarrassment and self consciousness.
The charming innocence of Hermione's blush was offset by her nakedness and the way she was so wantonly positioned. Sirius' rock hard cock twitched at the sight of his helpless angel, fallen to Earth and all tied up for his pleasure. She was spread wide before him, her wet, glistening pussy prominently on display, begging for him to pound into it. But he had to restrain himself, she needed to be punished. He couldn't allow her the satisfaction of his cock where she most wanted it. Needed it, judging by the way she was writhing on the bed, undulating her hips. He groaned. Despite his reputation, he'd never had a witch so eager and desperate to bed him, and Hermione's transparent need had him horny and hard as hell. He had to have her.
Sirius stripped off his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the floor, and Hermione's eyes raked eagerly over his muscled, tattooed chest. She licked her lips, longing to run her tongue languidly over every last faded tattoo on Sirius' beautiful, scarred chest. However, when Sirius' hands dropped to fiddle with is belt buckle, Hermione's eyes immediately refocused there. As delectably lickable as Sirius' chest was, she was even more interested in the lower portion of his anatomy. After removing his belt and unzipping his jeans, Sirius unceremoniously shoved both his jeans and boxers down, kicking the cumbersome clothing off aggressively. Who wanted to be wearing clothes when there was a beautiful, naked witch laid out just for him?
For the first time, Sirius stood gloriously naked before her. Hermione's hips jerked in visceral response, her kegel muscles clenching as an onslaught of new wetness gushed from her center. She moaned, unable to help herself. Now that she could see Sirius fully, she wanted him to touch her more badly than ever. He approached her, and the rolling of Hermione's hips grew even more frantic. She thrashed wildly, desperate for friction. Sirius crouched over her, tantalizingly close but not touching. Godric, why wasn't he touching her? Hermione moaned again, thrusting her hips mindlessly in Sirius' direction, but made no move to satisfy her craving for his touch, appearing mildly amused at her predicament. Leaning over her, he poised himself above her body, just out of reach of her searching hips.
"What do you want, Kitten?" he whispered against her ear, his warm lips brushing maddeningly against her sensitive shell.
Hermione blushed, but was forced to verbalize her desires. "You. Inside of me. Please," she panted.
"Do you want me to pound my hard, thick cock up into your tight, little pussy until I spill over inside you and you cum screaming my name? Is that what you want, Kitten?" he whispered sinfully into her ear. Hermione shuddered at his description. That was exactly what she wanted.
"Yes, God yes, please Sirius, I need you so bad, please," Hermione begged shamelessly.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Kitten?" Sirius asked.
"Yes!" Hermione cried. "Please Sirius! I want you to fuck me so bad, so hard, I need - please Sirius!"
Sirius bit down on her ear. Hard. "Too bad," he whispered harshly, before drawing away from her and kneeling between her thighs.
"If you want the privilege of being fucked by me Kitten, you'll earn it. Naughty, insolent, little slaves who touch themselves without my permission don't get to feel my cock inside of them, no matter how bad their pussies are dripping for it." He eyed her pussy. She certainly was dripping for him, begging without words for him to sheath himself inside of her. Her desire was so strong that she had created a wet spot on his sheets.
"I'm sorry, please-" Hermione whimpered.
Sirius gripped his cock, and without warning, used it to slap Hermione across the face. She stilled momentarily in shock, floored by this action. Sirius had just slapped her across the face with his dick, the dick he refused to put to use inside of her. It was degrading and humiliating, and it only heightened Hermione's desire for him, prompting yet another flood of wetness from the apex of her thighs.
"I don't accept apologies or excuses, Kitten," Sirius admonished her. "I told you that. You must learn to listen to me more closely."
Hermione nodded desperately. Sirius rewarded her by reaching out and brushing his hand over her stomach, sending her muscles rippling in response. His hand danced teasingly across her skin, venturing lower and lower, causing her hips to jerk as he drew closer to where she most needed him to touch her. He traced the 'v' of her pelvic bone, halting the progress of his fingers just above her pussy, massaging her with his thumbs. Hermione moaned and raised her hips eagerly. Sirius removed his hands from her, and scooted further up the bed. Seizing Hermione's perky breasts, he squeezed roughly, pulling them upward, and then began thrusting between them. He groaned at the feeling of his cock between her luscious tits. Not worrying about Hermione's pleasure, he came quickly, spraying her with his cum. It splattered across her stomach, breasts and chin. Hermione felt dirty and shamed, but unaccountably aroused. Sirius had just used her in a purely selfish manner for his own pleasure, but his act, debase and degrading as it was, only had her arousal spinning out of control.
After taking in the sight of her, writhing, moaning and covered in his cum, Sirius scooted back to resume kneeling on the bed between her widely spread thighs.
"How do you feel, Kitten?" he asked in a husky whisper.
"Hot," she admitted, panting and moaning quietly. "Dirty."
"Do you like being covered in my cum?" He asked, beginning to stroke himself back into hardness. Hermione moaned.
"Yes," she admitted, shifting her hips desperately in an attempt to find the friction she needed so badly. Sirius reached out and trailed a hand over her stomach, spreading his cum to coat more of her body. When he had finished, he wiped his sticky hand on Hermione's face. She blushed even more hotly, and bit her lip to contain a shameful moan of pleasure.
"Open your mouth, Kitten." Sirius instructed lowly. Hermione obeyed immediately, and Sirius guided his newly erect dick into her velvety warm cavern. He moaned at the feel of her around him. "Suck," he commanded, though his eager, little Kitten had already begun to lap at his tip.
"Good girl. Do you like my cock in your mouth, Kitten?" He asked tightly, as she bobbed her head over him, taking him as deep as she could with her limited movement.
Hermione hummed an affirmative, sucking him hard. The combination of the vibrations and her lips around him sent Sirius into a frenzy, and he began to thrust into her mouth with reckless abandon, completely mindless of her gag reflex. His kitten took him admirably though, relaxing her throat as Sirius' member slammed into the back of it, his balls smacking against her face with each rough thrust. When he felt his balls tighten, and knew he was about to cum, he withdrew from her mouth. Hermione scarcely had time to close her eyes before Sirius came explosively all over her face.
The feeling of his warm, sticky cum coating her forehead, nose and chin, dripping down her cheeks, inexplicably turned Hermione on, prompting another deluge of wetness between her thighs, much to her embarrassment and shame. She moaned and squirmed, sneaking out her tongue and swiping it over her lips, eager to take in Sirius' salty taste. He smiled at her behavior, before standing and backing away from the bed. Hermione raised her cum coated eyelids, feeling the bed dip as Sirius left it. She watched hazily as he grabbed his wand from where he had set it on the dresser.
"You will stay here, Kitten, and think about what you've done," Sirius informed her sternly, leveling his wand at her. He cast a mild aphrodisiac charm to insure Hermione's continued state of arousal, before he dressed quietly and left, abandoning Hermione to suffer alone with her rampant need.
Hermione was stunned, somewhat uncomfortable, given all the bodily fluids littering her person, and absolutely humiliated. How could he have just left her there, unsatisfied and covered in his cum? What was he doing? When was he coming back? She moaned and once again sought that so badly needed friction between her thighs. Though she knew it was futile, she couldn't control her body's instinctual movements to try and gain some form of satisfaction. The aphrodisiac charm Sirius had cast on her, the cruel, cruel man, had amped up her need further still, and yet more wetness gushed between her thighs. His cum had begun to cool and dry on her, marking her as his. It only made Hermione burn for him more. Godric, she needed him so badly. Hermione whimpered, and once again tried desperately to rub her thighs together.
After an indeterminate amount of time, possibly hours later, Sirius reentered the guest room. Hermione moaned lowly at the sight of him and thrust her hips eagerly in his direction. She blushed heavily at her shameless display of wanton behavior, but she couldn't help herself. Even after the way he had humiliated and used her, she reacted to him like a bitch in heat, still desperate for his touch.
"Sirius," she moaned.
The dark eyed animagus stared down at her.
"Look at you," he observed lowly. "Covered in my cum, writhing around and dripping for me like a filthy, little slut. I could smell your arousal from all the way down the hallway."
Hermione whimpered. "Please, Sirius. Please, I need you. Please," she begged.
Sirius raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Have you learned your lesson, Kitten?" he asked.
"Yes," Hermione cried. "I'm sorry! Please, just touch me! I need you to so bad, Sirius, please!"
Nodding, he pushed off his jeans and boxers, leaving on his shirt, and approached the bed. He knelt between her thighs, holding down on her frantically bucking hips to still them. He licked his lips, eying her dripping pussy, and then thrust into her hard.
Finally! Her pussy felt un-fucking-believable, so hot and wet around him, squeezing his cock.
Hermione gasped as Sirius entered her, her inner muscles fluttering around Sirius' member as he continued to ride her through her orgasm.
"God, Kitten, you're so fucking tight!" he gasped, thrusting into her deeply, loving the feel of her slick, tight sleeve around him. When Sirius could feel himself teetering on the edge, he reached down to circle Hermione's sensitive, swollen clit and they came in tandem.