There was nothing more important when she was in this position. That all-encompassing blindfold so firmly wrapped around her head that she could not see, could not understand; that she could only feel.
And she certainly could feel it, feel him. His hot breath as he claimed every centimetre of her skin, his muscled body over her bare skin as he simply disposed of the layers of her robes when they stood in his way. How many pairs of robes had he destroyed already? She had lost count.
Every time she was here, her world simply faded away. Nothing mattered, no studies, none of the classism, the jealousy or even her friends. They were all trivial compared to this, compared to him. All that matter was the contact, his hands on her body as he demanded - and she gave. His form pressing against her even as he pinned her to the wall.
He gave her no choice, his hand was firmly locked in her hair pushing her cheek against the wall while his other roamed. Exploring every crevice, and every millimetre of her skin, as if ensuring that his prize remained unspoilt. She had once arrived with a minor bruise from an airheaded run-in with a dinner table. He had spent almost twenty minutes berating her silently, making his displeasure known in both his short scoffs, and the way his nails dug in just too far.
Without even consciously realizing it, her voice escaped as he entered her, pressing himself into her half-bare form. His hands were all over her body, calloused from his sport, yet surprisingly soft and gentle. Without any malice, he took her, against the wall, frantically and without a moment of rest.
A whispered silencing spell cut her off just as her voice crossed the speaking threshold. The combination of desire, heat and passion threatening to overwhelm her. This triggered something within her as the last bar of restraint broke, her silent screams only serving to encourage him to move faster, harder, each return into her very depth more demanding.
From there everything changed. Whereas before he was demanding, but almost gentle in his desire, now he was more wild - feral. Every movement, every time he entered her, into her, was a mark of his selfish need for release. His pace quickened as he took her, there against the wall, slamming into her with a ferocity that took away her breath, her strength, and made it difficult for her to walk the next day. And yet, he continued, he knew how hard he was going, but he continued regardless. Instinctively, she knew that it was not because he did not care, but rather that he knew that she wanted this just as much as he did.
Her silent screams picked up in pace as his drive became even more relentless, his every motion driving her powerfully into the wall, over, and over. - Just as quickly as it began, it was over, he had achieved his goal and filled her deeply with his very essence. Without another word, he stepped back, letting her fall into a crumpled heap on the floor by the wall.
Normally, this was the end, he would levitate her, clean her and dress her, all without a sound, and she would be pushed out of his door with no more acknowledgement.
But was it today?