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AN: I found some time and was able to write! Soooo here you go! I hope you all enjoy! Thank you so much to all the followers/favorite-ers! And thank you for your reviews! Next chappie should be up by early October. I know its a long way from now..Don't hate me!
P.S. This is a Kiva chappie so be warned, its a teeny tiny bit more intense than the first Kiva chapter! Enjoy guys!
Ch.12 Ben Again
It had been two weeks since Pansy's wedding, the night on which Hermione and Draco went from being a faux couple, to a proper one. Because they were such good friends, the transition into couple-dom was easy. They still hung out and had fun together. They went to movies, ate at restaurants, had picnics. It was like nothing between them had changed. Except that now they didn't have to hide their feelings from each other, now they could hold the other person's hand for no reason. They could kiss each other, and snog obscenely. They could sit right next to each other and finally feel like everything was how it should be. Any fear Hermione had had about never being wanted again, the way that Charlie had wanted her, were thrown out the window.
Hermione was Kiva, sitting on her bedroom floor counting bills. There was cash all over the floor surrounding her. The crisp twenties and fifties were pay, the more crumpled ones were the ones stuffed into her hand upon her exit.
She counted her money, organized the bills into stacks, and rolled them up for hiding. A stack of rubber bands decorated her wrist waiting to be used to secure the rolls she made. She had a system. Every stack of ten twenties, or fifties; got rolled, tied up, and hidden…just like some of her clients.
When she was finished, she had seven little rolls of paper. She hid her money in random spots in her room. At the moment she had the seven rolls in a pair of socks in her dresser. Three rolls were hidden in a purse she no longer used, in her closet. This was her emergency money, should anything go wrong, she had that cash on hand. She had opened a safety deposit box at a Muggle bank to safely hold her money until she needed to bring it to Gringotts to be traded for Galleons. The money in the socks was going to be brought to the bank later that week.
Both Hermione's and Kiva's wardrobes had grown since she began at Empress. "Hehehe I foresee a shopping spree in my future." She said to herself. Maybe she'd owl Ginny and they could make a day of it, that was, whenever Ginny would be in town again.
For Christmas she had decided she would go to Australia. She would have more than enough money for the trip by then. She'd make it into a nice holiday. She'd do a little sight-seeing, get her teeth inspected by her parents, and leave them anonymous gifts in their post box.
Hermione couldn't be happier.
On her way to Empress that day, Hermione felt wonderful. She had an early, scheduled session with Ben and an afternoon session with a man she had met once before named Laurence. Once her time with Ben was done she could do as she usually did until she had a client, read. She had enchanted some of her Healing books to look like Muggle medical textbooks to the other girls. She would be prepped for classes to start in the fall.
As she was sitting on the tube she couldn't help but smirk. She found herself smirking on the way to work quite often. When she was in public, being Kiva, some men looked at her, but usually she went unnoticed. The reason for her smirk was that whether or not anyone noticed her appearance, she felt powerful. She had a secret that anyone looking at her would never guess in a million years.
Three males in their early twenties were sitting across from her. They were smirking to themselves and whispering to each other. They tried giving her 'the look'. She wanted to laugh. They thought they were so cool, so bad, so tough and hot, but she knew better. They thought they were bad but she was the one who pranced around in six inch heels with a whip.
'If only they knew.' She thought. 'They'd be too scared to look.'
For the day's first session, Kiva and Ben had agreed that Ben would create a scenario for them to act out. Scenario sessions were usually sessions that Hermione enjoyed because everything she had to do was planned out. There was still the acting and improvisation of an unscripted session, but the brunt of the mental work was taken off her shoulders. The scenarios only became a problem for her when the bottoms tried to top.
In Hermione's mind, bottoms were there being bottoms for a reason. They wanted someone to dominate them in some way, so if they were there for all out submission, they needed to let her do her job and stop trying to control things from, well, you know, the bottom.
She was on top and that's where she liked to reside.
This morning's cast consisted of Ben, playing the role of bratty step son and Kiva, the super sexy, with legs to die for, step mum. In their sessions Hermione had learned that Ben's leg fetish started when he was a teen and his father got remarried. He had had some super x-rated wet dreams about his step mum and once he told Hermione, she suggested they work off those desires, minus the steamy sexual activity. It would be all tease and no reward, Hermione had always been a great tease.
Hermione hadn't thought Ben to be the type to want to please mummy both as son and lover. That was one problem with domming. Hermione had found that she had become wary of everyone, or at least every man –Hermione herself didn't have many visits from female clients – because the dungeon had taught her that even the most humdrum looking man, could have the craziest, nastiest, fetish or fantasy. No one could be trusted. She hoped to whatever deity existed that Draco was vanilla in the bedroom, without being boring of course.
Hermione had just gone in to check with Ben as to what would be occurring. He had even written a small intro script. She walked back to the locker room and retrieved a pair of thigh high stockings. She was already wearing a black satin corset and matching short shorts. Then she whipped her air up into a French twist for the desired severe, step mum look. When she got back to the room, the Doll House this time, Ben was already in his pants. She liked to keep Ben and a few of her other willing regulars in their underpants.
Hermione had seen her fair share of penises as Kiva. Actually, she'd seen more than her fair share. Big ones, little ones, tiny ones, thick, thin, short, long, curved right, curved left, curved up, curved down, un-cut, and circumcised. It never ceased to amaze her how ready men were to whip it out.
She had learned to control her disturbed reaction to the sudden spring out of a foreign member, but sometimes it was still a bit offensive. At the end of the day she would always get over it anyway, it was her job and she chose to do it.
"Mummy's home." Hermione said as she entered. She set the timer then looked at Ben with a bored expression.
"Did you clean your room?"
Ben was sitting on the frilly pink bed looking at her with a scowl. "No."
"What? Why not? I told you to do so before I left."
"You can't tell me what to do. I'm practically an adult I don't have to listen to you."
Hermione glared at him and strode over to the bed in her six inch heels. She stood in front of Ben, legs apart, hands on hips, the pair of stockings in her right hand.
"Is that so?" She asked as she raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. She glanced at Ben's groin. A tent was forming. 'And so it begins.' She said to herself.
"Yeah." Ben replied. "You're just a gold digging slag after my father's money." He sneered at her.
Hermione slapped him across the face. Ben yelped and looked genuinely shocked.
"Oh crap! Sorry!" Too hard?" Hermione squeaked.
"No no continue! It's going great." A smile broke out on Ben's face.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and immediately got back into character. Her face becoming stern once again. 'Phew.' She thought.
"You little bastard." Hermione grabbed Ben by the hair and pulled him down off the bed into a kneeling position before her. While he was down on the floor she slapped him again. "Don't you dare me call me that you dirty pig. Do you not think I notice the way you look at me?" She grabbed his hands and tied his wrists together with her stockings.
She grabbed his chin and made him look at her. "You want to touch me don't you?"
Ben stayed silent and attempted to avert his eyes. Hermione jerked her hand causing his vision to remain locked on her.
"Ohh now you're quiet hmm?"
She moved to stand behind him.
"I know you want to touch me. I'm sure you have sick little dreams about fucking me …Don't you?" When Hermione had first begun talking dirty with her clients, it almost made her cringe in disgust. Normally it wasn't something she needed or did in the bedroom, but with time and practice she was able to do it convincingly at the dungeon. All she had to do was leave the meek, mild mannered Hermione outside the dungeon door.
Ben said nothing. Hermione violently shoved his head forward. "Answer me you little prick!" She screamed.
"Yes Ellen." Ben said quietly. Apparently, that was his step mum's name.
"You sick, little, boy. I knew you wanted to stick your dirty cock in my pussy. I could see it in your eyes."
'Deep breaths Hermione.' She reminded herself.
"I should spank you for that. I bet you'd enjoy it. Wouldn't you? I'm sure you're hard just thinking about me bending you over and spanking your arse."
He was silent, so she grabbed a handful of his hair and turned his head so he could see her.
"Answer me you little sicko."
"…Yes, Ellen."
Hermione placed a stool next to Ben and sat on it. She put on a disposable glove. "Call me mum." She said, before bending Ben over her knee and spanking his left butt cheek. Ben grunted and twitched. With his hands bound, all of his upper body weight was placed on Hermione's lap.
"I said – " spank, "call – " spank, "me – " spank, "mum!"
Ben grunted each time Hermione's hand came down on him.
"Yes mum!"
Spank.
"Good boy." Spank, "Do you – " spank, "have wet dreams – " spank, spank, spank, "about Mummy?" Spank.
Ben groaned. "Yes, mum."
"Naughty naughty boy." Spank. "I should tell your father."
"No! Please don't!"
"I think –" spank, "I should. Seeing as how you called me a gold digger and a slut." She spanked him again. She was always fascinated by the way her submissives would flinch at the strike of her hand, or whip, or flogger. They knew they were to be hit yet their bodies still recoiled. It almost made Hermione smile.
"No, no, no. I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that."
Spank. "Well I do. You want me to be your little slut."
Hermione realized his bottom was becoming redder and redder. 'Well that's what happens to parts that don't see the light of day.' She mused. 'Better stop before I leave bruises.'
She spanked him one last time before roughly pushing him back up on his knees. She untied his wrists and stood up, stepping out of her heels and placing one foot on the stool. Ben's face was practically in her crotch.
"Fine I won't tell your daddy. Now be a good boy and put mummy's stocking's on for her."
Ben smiled and nodded, "Yes mum." He began to slowly roll the nylon fabric over Hermione's legs, reveling in the satiny feeling.
"What do you say to mummy for the spanking she gave you?" Hermione asked.
"Thank you mummy." Ben said as his fingers rolled the silky material up Hermione's legs.
Hermione smirked, "You're welcome Ben."
