Warning: this particular one shot contains heavy Dom/sub dynamics with a Dom Hermione and a sub Draco.

So, um...I'll be honest, I don't really know where this one came from. The idea kind of burrowed into my head and refused to leave. Plus, there are a significant lack of sub Draco stories out there, at least for Dramione, sooo...why not mix it up a bit?

I know the whole D/s thing isn't for everyone, which is a big reason I'm including these warnings here, because there is a 99.9999% chance that this will not be the only D/s themed one shot I put in this work...

CLICK CLACK

Draco trembled visibly at the familiar sound approaching from down the hall.

CLICK CLACK

The closer the sound grew, the heavier his breathing became.

CLICK CLACK CLICK CLACK

Finally, it was in the room with him. Draco dared to slide his lowered gaze to the side, where the sight of his wife's black heels clicking across the hardwood floor of their bedroom awaited him.

He swore every clack of those heels sent vibrations across the floor and right into his cock.

Or maybe that was just the prostate massager that had been gently buzzing away inside him for the past hour and a half; enough to shoot constant little sparks of pleasure through him, but not nearly enough to make him come.

Draco almost opened his mouth to ask, "what the hell took you so long?" but he quickly regained his senses. If he was disrespectful, there was no telling how long she'd keep him on the edge – if she even let him come at all.

Though she contained a heart that was sometimes too big for her own good, Draco's little lioness had a vindictive side that loved to come out and play with her dominant side.

Upon arriving home from work that afternoon, a box and a note were lying in wait for Draco. The box contained the toy, and the note instructed him to strip, kneel, and wait for her in their bedroom until she returned home. As he'd inserted the toy and lowered himself into position, Draco had initially assumed he'd only be waiting half an hour or so, as that was normally how long it took her to arrive home after him. However, as the minutes had continued to drag by in blissful agony with no sign of his wife, Draco had been left to swear at the floor in between frustrated moans. He didn't dare remove the massager or stand for even a short while, because she always somehow knew when he'd been disobedient.

The torture continued as Hermione went through the motions of stripping out of her work clothes, feigning complete ignorance to his presence. After removing her ministry robes, she sat at her vanity and leisurely removed her earrings, took her hair down from its bun, and reapplied her lipstick. Subtly eyeing her husband from her peripherals, Hermione suppressed a smirk at the desperate, hungry gaze he was sending her. They both knew how much he hated being ignored.

Finally, after standing with a lazy stretch and exaggerated yawn, Hermione pulled off her work dress, reveling in Draco's muffled whimper.

The blond felt his mouth go dry as he took in his wife's pretty maroon lingerie, complete with stockings and a garter, but noticeably absent knickers. This witch was trying to kill him, Draco was sure of it.

Finally, Hermione looked his way, blinking repeatedly as though she were surprised to see him there. Her painted lips curled into a sultry smirk that made his insides quiver. She approached him leisurely, taking her sweet time while she circled him with heated appraisal.

Draco felt his skin warm beneath her gaze.

Hermione stopped in front of him, brushing his cheek with her knuckles. "Enjoying your present, love?" she whispered huskily.

Draco swiped his tongue across his dry lips. "Yes, Miss." Hermione's pupils dilated as she stroked her husband's face. "And what do we say?" His silver eyes flashed with mild irritation. "Thank you, Miss," he mumbled.

Hermione tilted her head. "You don't sound all that grateful. Perhaps you'd like to-" she shifted closer, exposing her pink folds, already glistening with arousal, "-show your appreciation instead?"

Draco's mouth watered at the sight of her bare cunt, but before he could reply, she moved away. "Then again, I'm not so sure you've earned it." Hermione suppressed a chuckle as Draco eyed her with dismay.

However, his disappointment was quickly replaced with determination as he drew her thumb into his mouth. Hermione's breath hitched as he suckled her finger with hooded eyes, no doubt a demonstration of what he intended to do on other parts of her body.

Draco released her thumb with an audible pop and kissed her palm reverently. "Please Miss," he breathed, "let me taste you. Let me show you my appreciation. I want you to come on my tongue. Please, please use me for your pleasure."

Hermione looked down at him contemplatively. Then, she grasped his chin and shot him a heated look. "You'll follow my every instruction?" Draco nodded. "Yes, Miss."

"You want to make me come?"

"Absolutely."

Smirking, she leaned down and brushed her lips against his ear. "You want to be a good boy for me?" Draco's entire body trembled. "Fuck – yes, Miss, yes, more than anything!"

Hermione gave a stuttered sigh. "Alright…only because you beg so wonderfully."

Eyes sparkling at the permission, Draco eagerly leaned forward, hands raising to grasp her hips. "No," Hermione scolded, swatting his hands away. "Hands behind your back, Draco. I gave you permission to use your mouth only." Draco's brows furrowed, but he obeyed. "Unless of course, you don't think you can do it," Hermione said with a challenging smirk. Her baiting worked, Draco's eyes glinting with purpose as he dove in.

Hermione couldn't hold back her cry as he pressed his hot tongue to her clit, drawing it between his lips with a harsh suck.

"Yes," she gasped, carding her fingers through his hair and pulling just hard enough to sting. Draco groaned, the vibrations of his voice only making her wetter.

Their room was filled with breathy moans and lewd slurping as he ate her out with abandon, determined to prove that his tongue alone was more than sufficient. "Oh gods Draco, yes! I've been thinking about this all day…mm, slower…that's it, right there! Fuck!" Hermione cried, throwing her head back in bliss.

Draco's mind went hazy with the taste of her, his neglected cock screaming for attention and aching from the hours of edging. Unable to stop himself, he took advantage of his lover's distraction to give himself several quick strokes, desperate for even a miniscule of relief. The brief contact made him moan against her cunt, underestimating how sensitive he'd be.

With a few more broad licks, Hermione came apart on his tongue with a gasp of his name, and Draco diligently lapped up her release. She gently pushed his head away from her sensitive core, looking down at him tenderly. "Good boy, Draco. You did very well." He smirked up at her. "I live to please, Miss."

Hermione huffed out a laugh. "Indeed. Now, how are you feeling? Do you need a break, love?" Draco quickly shook his head.

He appreciated her considering his wellbeing, but aftercare was the last thing on his mind.

She arched a brow. "Are you certain? Think carefully, because once we continue, I won't be offering again until I've thoroughly had my way with you." He nodded. "Yes Miss, I'm sure." Hermione studied him for a moment, then smiled. "Good. Because it's time for your punishment."

Draco's eyes rounded. "What? W-Why?" His wife chuckled lowly. "Why, for playing with yourself without permission, of course."

The Slytherin paled at her words.

Hermione brushed his fringe away from his forehead and leaned down. "Did you think I wouldn't notice? Thought I wouldn't catch you being naughty?"

Her fingers moved down and gently closed around his throat, not squeezing, just pressing. His pulse fluttered rapidly beneath her touch, making her smirk. "Tell me, Draco," Hermione purred, stroking his neck in a display of ownership; a silent reminder that she was in control.

"Did you think you'd get away with it? Be honest, now." Draco squirmed, hating how much her low, chastising tone turned him on. He swallowed as he forced himself to answer, knowing the consequences would only worsen the longer he stayed quiet. "Y-Yes Miss, I…I thought I'd get away with it. I'm sorry, Miss."

Satisfied with his confession, Hermione released his throat. "Silly boy," she whispered, tilting his chin up. "I thought you'd have learned by now. I always know when you're being naughty, don't I?" Draco dropped his gaze at the scolding. "Yes, Miss."

"Say it, Draco."

He drew his brows together as though he were in pain. "You always know when I'm being naughty, Miss."

A mixture of humiliation and grudging respect churned in his gut. Why did she have to treat him like a misbehaving little boy, Draco thought with frustration.

Because she knew him too well, his brain reminded him. Ever since they'd started experimenting with dominance and submission in the bedroom, his bright, quick learning Hermione had figured out exactly how to send him to his knees before her. She knew, on the occasions where she was the one in charge, how to turn him into a whimpering, writhing mess begging for his mistress' touch. And blast it all, if he didn't love and respect the hell out of her for it, even though it sometimes frustrated him to no end.

"Very good, love. Now stand up, and we'll begin your punishment," said Hermione. Shakily, Draco managed to rise, groaning at the ache in his legs and the sting of pleasure as the vibrator shifted inside him. His body protested the sudden use of his legs, tired from kneeling for so long. The cushioning charm he'd cast on the floor kept the pain from being unbearable, but it was still taking all his mental strength not to buckle.

With a silent Accio, Hermione's wand flew to her hand before she muttered a simple healing spell. Draco sighed in relief as his muscles relaxed and the cramps left his legs, allowing him to stand properly.

"Thank you, Miss," he whispered. "You're welcome, love," Hermione chirped as she set her wand on the bedside table.

She turned and regarded him silently for several long moments. Draco pursed his lips to keep from speaking out, trying not to visibly squirm under her gaze. A quiet splattering noise caused him to look down, and he flushed at the sight of his precum dripping to the floor. His erection was nearly purple now, having only grown harder since his wife's arrival. He almost whimpered at the sight of it, knowing it would be awhile yet before she touched it, before she so much as looked at it.

Finally, she approached him, hand cupping his face soothingly. "Alright Draco," Hermione began, leaning in to nuzzle his neck. "Here's what I've decided. I'm in a good mood today, so I'm going to let you choose your punishment." She trailed chaste kisses up his neck, pausing to nip at his jawline. "Option one: you can sit with me on the bed and watch me pleasure myself, but you will not be allowed to touch or participate in any way."

Draco's eyes widened in horror.

"Or, option two," Hermione continued, pausing to leave a gentle kiss on his quivering lips. "You can bend over the vanity and count as I spank that pretty little arse of yours until it's red and throbbing. Your choice, love." Draco gave a trembling sigh as she nibbled his earlobe.

"Spanking. The spankings, Miss," he answered quickly.

Although Draco had a love-hate relationship with being spanked, at least that way she'd touch him, and the pain should keep him from blowing his load prematurely. With how sensitive he was, he didn't trust himself not to come from her voice alone.

Hermione smirked. "Ask nicely, Draco."

He swallowed thickly. "Please spank me, Miss."

Satisfied, his minx of a wife stepped away. "Be a good boy and bend over the vanity, then." Draco hurried to obey, not wanting to push his luck. He grasped the edges of the vanity as he slowly bent over, offering his arse to her.

He watched through the mirror as Hermione dug through the trunk at the foot of their bed. His heart leapt into his throat when she produced a riding crop.

Fuck. He might have considered a little more if he knew she was planning to use that.

Noticing his expression, Hermione smiled reassuringly. "No more than you can handle, love," she promised, running a soothing hand over his backside. Draco swallowed and nodded at her in the mirror. Then, without warning, she removed the prostate massager with a quick tug and switched it off. He whimpered at the loss, suddenly feeling empty without it. "Sorry, love. I didn't want to hit it by accident," Hermione explained as she set the toy aside.

Draco had barely processed her words before she was caressing his spine with the crop, making him flinch minutely. Noticing this, she continued to smooth a comforting hand over his pale skin.

"How many strikes, Draco?"

He blinked. "M-Miss?"

Hermione eyed his reflection in the mirror. "This is your punishment. Tell me how many strikes you think you deserve."

Draco chewed his lip, knowing she was only asking for his opinion, not a genuine suggestion. "T-Twelve, Miss."

Hermione arched a brow. "Why twelve?"

Draco took a steady breath and met her gaze in the mirror. "Ten for each time I stroked myself. One for disobeying you. And one for thinking you wouldn't notice." The Gryffindor hummed thoughtfully, continuing to stroke his back with the crop. A moment of tense silent passed, and Draco held his breath.

Then, she smiled. "I agree."

He relaxed for only a second, knowing she could strike any time, but his trepidation had lessened slightly now that he knew what to expect.

"What's your safe word, love?" Hermione prompted.

"Bludger, Miss," Draco replied.

"Good boy."

And she gave no more warnings before the crop came down on his arse.

"Fuck!"

He cried out, back arching as the sting seeped into his muscles.

"Count, Draco," Hermione reminded, rubbing the spot she'd struck.

"One, Miss…" he sighed.

"Very good."

THWACK

"T-Two, Miss."

"Excellent."

THWACK

"Urgh, fuck – three, Miss!" Draco hissed through his teeth, feeling his eyes starting to water.

She paused then, gently stroking the sores on his backside. "Why are you being punished, Draco?"

He struggled to answer through the fog of pain and pleasure. "F-For playing with myself without permission," he slurred. "That's right," Hermione purred, raking her nails across his stinging flesh.

Suddenly, she was palming his balls, making him jump in surprise. Slowly, her fingers trailed between his legs, causing his breath to grow ragged as she ran the tips of her fingers down his shaft. Then, Hermione gave him a squeeze, drawing a long, low groan from his throat.

"Tell me Draco," she drawled, "who does this lovely cock belong to?"

Draco panted, forehead pressed down onto the vanity's surface as he answered. "Y-You, Miss."

She tugged at his hair, forcing him to meet her eyes in the mirror. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you. Who does this belong to?" Hermione repeated, squeezing his cock until his eyes crossed.

"God – fuuu – urgh…you Miss, you! My cock belongs to you!" Draco cried desperately.

"Mhmm," she hummed, gentling her hold. "So then, who decides when you get to play with it?"

"You do, Miss," he gasped, legs trembling beneath him. "Exactly. I'm glad you understand. Then there won't be anymore naughtiness tonight, will there?" Hermione asked with a raised brow. Draco shook his head quickly. "No, Miss. I'll be good, I promise." She licked her lips. "Then relax and take the rest of your spankings like a good little boy." Shivering, he gave a slight nod, arching his spine submissively.

Hermione leaned down and left a kiss on his shoulder. "My sweet, perfect little pureblood."

Draco's whine at her soft words transformed into a heated cry when she struck him with the crop.

"Count."

"Haaa…f-four, Miss."

Again and again Hermione swung the crop, staining his arse and thighs red. Draco whimpered, panted, and swore through the strikes, but each time, he moaned out the correct number.

"Twelve!" he gasped when the final strike hit him, the side of his face pressed against the vanity.

"Good, very good. You did so well, Draco. I'm very proud of you, love," Hermione praised, brushing his hair from his face. Draco's silver eyes opened to gaze at her blearily before casting her a drunken smile. Hermione's heart swelled at the sight of it, and she couldn't resist leaning down to kiss his cheek.

Though he concealed it well, Hermione knew her husband was self-conscience about his submissive side. It had taken ages of tentative suggestions, careful experimentation, and gentle pushes before he was comfortable with putting himself in such a vulnerable position. He still struggled at times, but Hermione knew how to reassure him and draw him out of his shell.

"I think you deserve a reward, love." Draco's eyes lit up. "Reward, Miss?" She nodded with a smile. "Yes, my good boy. What would you like?"

Draco didn't hesitate. "Fuck me, Miss. Please." Hermione's smile widened. "Fuck you? That's what you want?" He nodded desperately. "Yes Miss, more than anything. Please, fuck me, please, please," he whined, knowing how much she loved it when he begged.

Hermione hummed, spreading her hand between his shoulder blades. "But you haven't specified how you want me to fuck you, love. Do you want me to push you down on the bed, climb on top of you, and slam my cunt down on your pretty cock until you beg me to stop?"

Draco's entire body quivered.

"Or," she continued, her voice growing husky, "would you prefer if I fucked you right-" she suddenly slid a finger into his tight, puckered hole, drawing an embarrassingly loud moan from her husband, "-here?"

Draco's mind went fuzzy as he tried to hold back his pleasured cries. Hermione's finger probed his sensitive passage, overstimulated from the prostate massager. He didn't realize he was bucking his hips against her finger until she withdrew it, making him whimper in protest. "Tell me, love. Tell me what you want."

Draco bit his lip with indecision. His cocked pulsed at the thought of being inside her, of her smirking down at him as she rode him to completion. But at the same time, his insides felt painfully empty…

"You choose, Miss," he sighed. Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You're certain, love?" Draco bit his lip and nodded. "Yes, Miss. I trust you to make me feel good." She smiled at him in the mirror. "Good answer, Draco."

Her wand flew briefly into her hand, and with a wave, her garter was transfigured into a maroon strap-on. Draco's jaw dropped and his breath hitched in anticipation. "M-Miss, you…are you sure?"

"Yes, sweet boy. You've earned it," Hermione assured him. "B-But…" Draco pursed his lips. His wife gave him an encouraging glance. "Go on, love. I'm listening." He sighed through his nose. "You…won't get any pleasure, Miss." Hermione chuckled. "Oh love, don't you see? Your pleasure is my pleasure. I want to watch your lovely face twist in delight. I want to see you lose control and come apart on my cock. I want to hear you scream my name as you come for me. That is pleasing to me, Draco."

Draco's eyes were wide, making her laugh lightly. "You look so surprised, love. Don't you do the same to me when our positions are reversed?" He smiled crookedly. "That's…yes, you're right, Miss," Draco acquiesced with a chuckle. Hermione smiled back, pressing the tip of the strap-on against his entrance.

Draco bit his lip in anticipation, whitened knuckles gripping the vanity. With a wave of her hand, she applied a lubrication charm to the silicone, and carefully pushed in.

Draco's expression went slack with pleasure as he pressed his forehead against the vanity and whispered, "Fuck…"

Hermione only went in about a third of the way before pulling back out to the tip. Slowly, she pushed back in, watching her husband carefully for any signs of discomfort.

Draco panted against the vanity's surface, his legs shaking at the onslaught of pleasure. Before Hermione, Draco never would have imagined he'd be the kind of man who enjoyed having something shoved up his arse, much less being pegged. The suggestion had come from his daring Gryffindor as a joke, which he'd initially brushed off as such. However, his determined wife had convinced him one day to, "just try it once, see if you like it! If you don't, we'll never mention it again. Come on, I thought you were all about being adventurous in the bedroom!"

And damn her, but the goading had worked. That one tentative session with fingers had evolved to vibrators, then dildos, and before he knew it, Draco Malfoy found himself growing hard at the mere thought of being pounded into like a bitch in heat.

It was embarrassing, but he wouldn't ever change it if it meant he got to be her bitch for as long as she'd have him.

Draco's jaw dropped with a hoarse cry as Hermione finally sheathed herself completely inside him. "Hermione – fuck!" he choked out as she began rocking her hips. He met her thrust for thrust as they built up a rhythm that made him see stars. He felt her nails tangle into his hair before giving a sharp yank. Draco hissed at the pleasant sting as his head was forced up. "Look at me, Draco," Hermione demanded. He obediently opened his eyes, meeting his own debauched expression in the mirror.

His face was flushed, his eyes were glazed over and dark with lust, and a trail of drool was trickling out of the corner of his mouth. Draco wiped it away before Hermione gave a sudden swat to his battered arse, making him yelp.

"I said look at me." His silver eyes darted up to meet her hazel ones, and she smiled triumphantly. "Good boy, Draco. You're taking my cock so well, darling," she cooed, making him moan at her words. "Mm, fuck – thank you, ugh, thank you – ohh – thank you! You feel fucking amazing, Miss!" Draco slurred, struggling to even put together a sentence.

"You like your reward, then?" Hermione asked with a smirk. He hissed. "Yesss… I love it, I love it, I – oh fuck! – mmph – gods – yes, I love it, I love – hnngh – love you, I love you, I love you…" Draco gasped out, delirious with pleasure. "I love you too, my sweet boy," she sighed with a tender grin.

Draco shuddered, curling his toes into the floor. "Fuck, Hermio – Miss, please, please, I-I need-"

Deciding to show mercy, Hermione leaned down until her lips brushed his ear. "Touch yourself, Draco."

Her husband nearly cried in relief, grasping his swollen cock and stroking it desperately. Hermione didn't slow, continuing to fuck him against the vanity as she listened to his howls of pleasure grow louder and louder.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, holy fuck! M-Miss, I'm close!" Draco gasped. "You want to come, Draco?" Hermione taunted.

"Oh gods, yes!"

"Beg for it, love. Beg."

Draco bit down on his lip hard enough to break skin. "Please, please, please, may I come, Miss? Unngh – I c-can't – please Miss, H-Hermione, please, I need to come! Oh god! S-So close, I'm so fucking close! Please Hermione, please let me come!" Draco begged until he was nearly sobbing.

"Come for me, Draco," Hermione panted.

Draco's roar of completion shook the room, his vision whiting out and his entire body going taught with the strength of his orgasm. His seed spilled out on the floor as his legs trembled violently.

Once reality returned to his muddled brain, Draco slumped against the vanity, his Seeker-given muscles the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

Hermione pulled out of him, planting gentle kisses up his spine and whispering praises into his ear. Eventually, she managed to haul him off the vanity and help him over to their bed, where he crumpled face-down into the mattress with an exhausted groan.

"Merlin's beard, woman…" Draco wheezed, voice muffled by the comforter. Hermione giggled a bit. "Did you have fun, darling?" He turned his face just enough to send her an exasperated glance. "I thought you were going to bloody kill me."

She hummed in understanding, grabbing her wand to heal the welts and stripes on his backside. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Draco grumbled but didn't deny it.

Once his arse was soft and pale again, Hermione grabbed a bottle of massage oil from the bedside drawer and poured a generous amount into her hand. Draco sighed in relief as she rubbed his back and shoulders, the oil's gentle aroma soothing his aches.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked softly. He nodded languidly.

"Thank you for doing that with me. It made me very happy."

Whenever Draco agreed to be the submissive, Hermione always made sure to thank him and let him know how much he pleased her, knowing how difficult it was for him to be so vulnerable.

He smiled up at her lazily. "Don't thank me yet, love. I will be getting my revenge soon enough, pet."

Hermione shuddered, squeezing her thighs together at the dark promise in his voice. "I look forward to it."

I personally picture Hermione as more of a soft Dom, so that's what I wrote.

Dom Draco on the other hand...hmm. Well, guess you'll find out next chapter.