CHAPTER 4: Face Your Fears

Hermione woke up, unable to remember why she could possibly be in a nice warm and fluffy bed. Wait. It's warm because she's wrapped around someone. She has her face in the vicinity of someone's gently rising breasts. Hermione looks up slowly, not really wanting to know but forces herself to acknowledge the possibility that Narcissa really did want her for more than torturing purposes. Sure enough, the soft blonde hair greeted her as did the serenely sleeping face of Narcissa.

Last night was a blur. All she can remember is yelling at Narcissa. Then kissing Narcissa. Then… Then… What happened? She sneaks a peek under the covers and gasps. She herself may be somewhat covered by a slip, but Narcissa Malfoy was stark naked, not to mention wrapped around her. She extricated herself gently, but she stumbled to the floor with a thud as she tried to exit. Narcissa had handcuffed her right foot to the bedpost. Said naked Malfoy was also now awake.

'I see you did try to escape pet. Do you need to use the bathroom?' asked Narcissa, rather casually.

Hermione felt her mouth move but no words came out. Then she realised how sticky her face was. Narcissa watched in amusement as the previous nights events replayed in Hermione's mind, her face blushing wildly in realisation.

Touch. Sensation. Wet. Narcissa was sucking and licking Hermione's tongue, mouth and face. For some reason Hermione felt compelled to respond in like. Narcissa got up suddenly, vanishing the water in the bath tub. Instead she turned on the water in the shower. Hermione didn't react. Showering was okay. One couldn't drown in the shower. Narcissa brusquely commanded her to strip. Hermione had regained some consciousness and had flatly declined. Narcissa spanked her once. Hermione was so shocked for being spanked and then for not being choked that she obeyed.

Blushing furiously she was dragged into the shower, where she was then commanded to strip Narcissa. Hermione wasn't able to wonder why she didn't strip outside, because Narcissa was much too captivating. The water sluiced down the blonde's lithe figure. Hermione gaped from head to toe, momentarily pausing to appreciate her pert breasts with dusky pink nipples. Narcissa made sure her hair was soaked before pushing Hermione down to her knees.

'Lick me,' was all she uttered.

Hermione didn't need to be told where she was supposed to lick because Narcissa had positioned her face exactly where she wanted it. Hermione looked up at Narcissa, squinting to keep the water from blinding her. Narcissa leant over and pulled Hermione up slightly so as to gain access to her arse again. Before she could protest, Hermione let out a shout as Narcissa spanked her twice this time. Unconsciously keeping her butt nestled on the balls of her feet, Hermione proceeded to lick Narcissa's clit. It felt so peculiar. Narcissa's skin was smooth, she was clean shaven, or was it a spell?

Hermione couldn't think, too distracted by the sound of the water hitting the floor of the shower and by Narcissa's hands gripping her hair, pulling and tugging when Hermione's tongue slipped elsewhere. Eventually, Narcissa thrust her hips into Hermione's face and she pushed down, hinting at a time to move on. Hermione stared all the while during her continual licking. What was she supposed to do?

Narcissa let out an impatient noise. One slim finger parted Narcissa's folds further, circling her core. Hermione twigged and stuck her tongue in. Narcissa jolted at this, not expecting her to be so quick to try. She let out a soft moan as Hermione sucked on her clit, licking it at the same time. Ingenious, her pet, no wonder she was dubbed the brightest witch of her age.

It wasn't long before Narcissa had Hermione against the wall, determined fingers playing with her pet's quivering opening. It wasn't until Hermione moaned a 'please' did Narcissa plunge her fingers into the warm and inviting heat.

'You… I… Ra…' began Hermione, stuttering horribly.

Narcissa tilted her head and glared at Hermione, frightening her young pet again, 'No. It was very much consensual pet. You are not free to leave, but I did not rape you. How dare you even suggest such a thing.'
Immediately Hermione whimpered in fear and rightfully so, she shook her head in despair as Narcissa walked her into the wall, the salt whizzing into Narcissa's hand.

With her body pressed in between Narcissa and the wall, Hermione could only plead, 'Please, please. Don't use the salt again. Please. I promise never to say that again. Please…'

Narcissa paused only to say, 'Say my name pet and you just might be spared today. Think carefully now.'
Hermione didn't need to, she knew, 'Please…. Please Mistress. Please forgive me.'
Narcissa dropped the salt, kissing Hermione thoroughly before murmuring, 'Good pet. You are forgiven.'

As Narcissa stepped away, Hermione fell to her knees. It was real now. She had properly acknowledged what rights Narcissa had over her. She felt sick. She felt worse when she remember that indeed she had begged Narcissa to touch her, to fuck her.

Hermione flinched at Narcissa's hand. Wrong move. Narcissa slapped her face, 'Don't be ridiculous, pet.'

Hermione felt a single tear roll down her face as she murmured her apology, 'I'm sorry Mistress. Please forgive me. I'm sorry.'

Narcissa softened slightly. Her pet had quite the experience in such a short amount of time. She sat down on her bed and patted the spot next to her. Hermione scrambled to obey, aware of possibly punishment if she stalled. This made Narcissa smile inside. She had managed to keep Hermione occupied while in the shower. It wouldn't be too long before Hermione would forget about her hydrophobia and focus on the one thing she should be focussing on. Pleasing her Mistress.

Hermione bowed her head, not wanting to look into Narcissa's eyes and risk seeing something horrible, or even more frighteningly, something kind. Narcissa urged her pet to lie face down, head in her lap. She stroked Hermione's hair while murmuring all the things Hermione had done so far to make her proud. At the end of each sentence, she added 'My good, sweet pet did well'.

This went on for a whole hour at least and through it, Hermione couldn't help but wonder why she felt safe.

To be continued… What do you think so far?