Warning: this chapters contains strong Dom/sub dynamics with a Dom Draco and a sub Hermione.
For this chapter, I've summoned my inner p0rn director for some naughty office activities.
Hermione cocked a brow at the note that had just landed on her work desk. The familiar handwriting roused suspicion most high, though of course, that didn't stop her from unfolding it to discover its contents.
" To Gryffindor's Princess,"
Hermione's eye gave the faintest twitch.
"I have stumbled upon a possible error with your department's recent report regarding the illegal trafficking of Ashwinder eggs. Please stop by my office at your earliest convenience. -The Dark Prince of Slytherin."
Hermione huffed with part amusement, part exasperation. Clearly, her "Slytherin Prince" was planning something. For one, she greenlit that report herself, so she knew it was flawless. Second, even if there was an issue with it, any grievances should initially be taken up with the original author of the report, not sent straight to the head of the department.
Drumming her nails atop the desk, Hermione wondered what he was playing at. "Only one way to find out," she said to herself.
"April, I'm off to handle a discrepancy with the Department of Magical Accidents. Leave any messages on my desk, if you please," Hermione informed her secretary as she exited her office.
"Cool," April droned in reply, not looking up from her novel. The Gryffindor rolled her eyes with a small smile. Normally she might reprimand her laid back assistant for reading during work hours, but it was a slow day at the Ministry.
Hermione tapped her heeled foot impatiently as she stood in the elevator. The old lift seemed determined to delay her as much as possible. The damn thing barely even felt like it was moving.
Finally, the doors scraped open, and she exited with haste.
The office of head department consultant and occasional liaison Draco Malfoy sat at the very end of the main hallway, making Hermione grumble a bit. Whatever he'd really called her down here for, it had better be worth the trip.
She knocked on his office door only twice before letting herself in. Draco looked up at her entrance, lip curling into his familiar smirk.
"Mrs. Malfoy," he said in greeting.
"Mr. Malfoy," she replied, barely holding back her smile. The Gryffindor crossed her arms. "Well, get on with it, then. What was so important that I had to make that maddening trip all the way down here?" Draco's smirk widened. "Of course, of course. I wouldn't dream of taking up too much of your precious time. After all, what would the department of Magical Creatures do without their cherished Head?"
Hermione huffed. "Let's just get this over with, Malfoy."
Though they were married, Hermione and Draco liked to feign professionalism while at work. It was a sort of private game they played to keep their everyday lives interesting.
"Certainly," said Draco, "do shut the door if you don't mind, it gets a tad drafty in here." She snorted, but did as he asked. As she approached his desk, he held up the report in question. "You see, I'm just a bit doubtful about the supposed events listed in this report. It states the entire shipment of Ashwinder eggs went missing during the scuffle. Quite convenient for our traffickers, wouldn't you say?"
Hermione arched a brow. "And as it also states, very clearly might I add, one of the junior Aurors accidentally vanished the shipment while attempting to retrieve it from the traffickers. Hence why the case was forwarded to this department in the first place." Draco leaned back in his seat, smirk still firmly in place. "Vanishing an entire shipment? Quite a feat to pull off, particularly by accident, wouldn't you say?"
The Gryffindor clicked her tongue with restrained aggravation. "Well if you'd bothered to read the comments listed in the footnotes Malfoy, the Auror responsible has had incidences like this before due to the unnatural amount of latent magic in his core. He's currently training to gain better control of his ability, hence why he's a junior Auror. If you have any further unnecessary inquiries about it, you can march your arse up to the Auror department and take them up with him."
Draco only seemed amused by her obvious consternation as he waved off her suggestion. "No, no, wouldn't want to waste the poor bloke's time."
"But you'll waste mine?" Hermione snapped.
The Slytherin eyed her with feigned innocence. "Why Mrs. Malfoy, I'm only trying to ensure that this case is wrapped up smoothly. I know how much of a perfectionist you are, so naturally I wouldn't dream of marring your spotless record."
She narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out what her sneaky husband's aim was. She knew he didn't give a howling hoot about junior Aurors with strange magical conditions, nor the now at-risk population of Ashwinders in Bulgaria due to the missing eggs. She also knew he didn't actually think there was anything wrong with the report. So what exactly was his goal in dragging her out of her office in the middle of the morning? It wasn't enough that she'd had to deal with an abnormal amount of time-wasting, insipid cases this week, now her own husband had to add to her stress load?
"What exactly would you have me do about it, Mr. Malfoy?" asked Hermione through clenched teeth. Draco smiled as though he'd been waiting for her to ask that very question. "Nothing too demanding. I simply think you should review it again before I send it off for filing. You know, just to ensure that everything's as flawless as you apparently think it is."
A heated sigh escaped her at the ridiculous request, baffled at the idea that he apparently wanted her to take time out of her day to review a report that she had already read front-to-back just the day before on account of a concern that wasn't even relatively valid nor sensible.
And yet…that infernal, not-so-subtle stab at her competence screamed at her to suck it up and prove him wrong. Even though she knew he said it on purpose solely to manipulate her into doing his bidding…her Gryffindor pride wouldn't let it go.
"Fine!" Hermione barked. "Give it here, then." She made to grab at it, but the maddening Slytherin snatched it away. "Woah, easy, Granger. Wouldn't want to damage it, now would we?" Draco smirked as he observed her incensed expression.
Doubtless his fiery wife was barely holding herself together, particularly after the tiring week she'd just had…
Which was exactly why it was his duty to help her unwind a bit.
"Now now Mrs. Malfoy, no need for attitude. Have a seat, you'll be much more relaxed." Hermione's brows knitted with confusion. "But you haven't got any chairs in here-"
Her words stuttered to a halt as Draco leaned further back in his seat.
Oh. Oh.
Her mouth suddenly felt very dry. Pursing her lips, she cast a wary glance at the door behind her. "Well, Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco prompted, voice dropping an octave. Hermione took a slow breath in and out, trying to calm her suddenly spiked heart rate. Her heels clicked across the floor as she rounded his desk. Draco shot her a dark, hooded gaze that turned her insides to jelly.
She recognized that face. She recognized it from those long, hazy nights in their bedroom, when the air was heavy with the scent of sweat, musk, candles, and leather.
Swallowing, Hermione lowered herself to sit upon her husband's lap, hands miraculously not shaking as he handed her the report. "Take your time," Draco hummed against her ear.
She breathed very steadily.
She was only halfway through page one of the report before her eyes wandered. Her husband looked quite delectable today, she couldn't help but notice. He'd long ago traded out the dull Ministry robes for muggle suits, claiming they were far more flattering on him. Hermione enthusiastically agreed as she drank in his black coat, vest, and button up ensemble complete with a navy blue tie. He looked positively edible.
A sudden squeeze to her hip made her jump in his lap. "Focus, Mrs. Malfoy. Haven't got all day, have we?" Draco purred, sending shivers down her spine. "R-Right, sorry," she stammered.
Hermione tried very hard to focus on the blasted report instead of how wonderful his hard body felt beneath hers. Or his roaming hand flirting with her clothed hip. Or how fucking good he smelled, like aftershave and her favorite cologne, something woodsy with a hint of citrus. Fuck, just his scent alone was enough to make her wet.
Draco's wandering hand inched its way down her thigh, causing Hermione to stiffen. Slowly, his fingers glided along her knee and began to make their way back up…
And up…
And up…
"D-Draco," she breathed, eyes darting to his office door. He stilled just inches from her pulsing quim. She released a shaky exhale, unsure if she wanted to push his hand away or press it firmly against her-
"Whiskers," Draco whispered against the shell of her ear, making her heart skip.
Hermione knew exactly what he meant. It was their invitation word, a word to signify when one of them was feeling…adventurous. She'd whispered it to him just a few weeks back, on that special afternoon when he'd let her spank him and fuck him against her vanity.
Now he was offering her a go, right here in their workplace, where any number of people could catch them. Hermione was no exhibitionist, and she was pretty sure he wasn't either, but…she had to admit, the thought of shamelessly defiling his office, the risk of being caught…was all too exciting.
Plus, she'd had a frustrating week, and could think of no better way to relax than to lay back and let her husband's dominant side take good care of her.
Fuck it, she needed him.
"Kittens," Hermione whispered back. Draco smirked triumphantly, and with a brief flick of his wand, the door clicked with a locking charm. "I'm not going to silence the room," he murmured, nipping her earlobe. "Your beautiful body is for my eyes alone. However…I can't say I'm averse to the idea of someone walking by and hearing just how good I make you feel."
Hermione whimpered, clutching his trousers.
"Do you like the thought of that, pet? Does it turn you on, thinking of what it would be like to fill my office with your sweet moans, letting everyone know what a good little slut you are for me?"
"Yes," she moaned, tilting her head in a display of submission. Draco reached up and pinched her nipple through her bra, making her gasp. "Yes what?" he growled in the back of his throat.
"Yes, Sir! Letting everyone know what a slut I am for you makes me so hot!" Hermione cried, arching against him as he clutched her nipple in a punishing grip. The glorious pain shot through her breast and made heat pool in her core. Draco relaxed his hold, stroking her breast soothingly as he kissed her cheek. "Good girl," he sighed huskily.
Hermione keened at the praise, dropping her head back on his shoulder. "Thank you, Sir. Please…will you touch me?" she begged. Draco smirked indulgently and obliged her, dipping his hand deeper beneath her skirt and pressing two fingers firmly against her clit. "Yes!" Hermione gasped, trembling in his hold. Draco chuckled darkly. "As much as I adore hearing you moan for me, pet, I don't actually want either of us to lose our jobs, so you'll have to keep quiet. Do you think you can keep that pretty mouth shut?"
"Mmm…yes Sir, I'll be quiet, I promise," she hummed, hoping her obedience would coerce him to touch her more. "Always so eager to please me, aren't you, pet? My good little girl," Draco whispered tenderly, slipping his fingers inside her knickers. Hermione pressed her lips together to keep her desperate moans from slipping out. His agile digits teased her clit, working the sensitive button in steady circles. She bit her lip as his hot breath tickled her ear, followed by his lips trailing down her jaw.
Hermione turned to give him a searing kiss, muffling her needy gasps and whines with her husband's mouth.
"Mm…now, I believe you still have a report to finish reviewing?"
She gaped. "Wha…you mean you still want me to-" He interrupted her with a nip to her lip. "It's not your place to ask questions, pet. Now be a good girl and obey." Hermione whimpered but dutifully turned her attention back to the report in her hands.
Draco rewarded her by increasing his pace, fingers relentlessly dancing on her swollen clit. She squirmed in his lap and subconsciously spread her legs wider. Panting, she glanced down, the sight of his hand buried in her knickers making her whine.
Draco bit her ear. "Shh…quiet, now. Only good pets get to come."
Nodding jerkily, Hermione tried to relax and refocus on the task at hand. The words on the report blurred together, allowing her to skim it at best. As she turned the page, Draco whispered praise and encouragement in her ear, giving her the strength to continue.
God, why was this fucking thing so long? If it weren't for the fact that she'd have to explain why, Hermione would gladly have words with the Auror that wrote it.
At last, when she thought she couldn't take anymore, she reached the end of the stupid report that started it all.
"Sir, I'm finished," she panted. Without pausing his sinful ministrations, Draco plucked the document from her hands. "Hmm, so you have. My apologies, I suppose there wasn't anything wrong with it after all," he droned with a smirk. The report was then tossed carelessly on his desk.
Her eyes rolled back to stare at the ceiling as he increased the pressure on her clit, pinching and rolling it in his skilled fingers until she felt her climax upon her.
"Ffffuck-" Hermione hissed. "S-Sir, I'm close. Please, can I-"
"No."
Too soon, Draco withdrew his fingers and started smoothing out her skirt. She blinked rapidly, almost dizzy from the sudden denial. Whining desperately, she wriggled on his lap in protest. Her cruel husband chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Patience, pet. Behave for me, and I'll reward you so well later."
Hermione bit down on her lip, aggravating the bruised flesh as her cunt pulsed with desire. So this was the game he wanted to play today? The thought both agonized and excited her to no end. Being edged by Draco was a tumultuous, pleasurable experience that she usually looked back on fondly. Though he could be merciless in his teasing, he always made it worth it in the end. Draco never disappointed her.
After a steadying breath, Hermione linked their fingers and turned her head for a kiss. "Yes Sir, I'll be patient. I promise I won't come until you say I can." Draco smiled tenderly, combing his fingers through her curls in attempt to tame them. "That's my good girl."
With one last kiss, Hermione stood from his lap and straightened herself out. Draco swatted her arse playfully. "I'll see you later," he winked. Very maturely, Hermione stuck her tongue in his direction before exiting his office.
A strenuous hour and a half later found Hermione sitting crossed-legged in her office, half-heartedly assessing some ridiculous claim about faeries stealing kitchen utensils that was likely submitted by the same crazy old bat that swore harpies kidnapped her cat.
The heated pulse of arousal had abated somewhat, but probing thoughts about what else Draco had in store for her proved concentration difficult to grasp. Her thighs felt sticky, and she cringed at the thought of them chafing. Sighing, Hermione ensured her office door was locked before sliding her drenched knickers down her legs.
After casting a cleansing charm on her thighs, she found herself eyeing the cute little pair thoughtfully.
Now don't get her wrong, her submissive personality was normally very obedient; more than willing to lay back and please her master in any and all ways she could, craving for praise and pleasure.
However, that didn't mean there weren't also occasions in which she craved punishment.
Perhaps it was shameless and wanton of her, but Draco's bold actions had lit a fire of desire in her. Hermione never would have imagined engaging in such scandalous activities at work would be such a crippling turn on, but now that she'd been awakened, she wanted to see how far they could push it. Or, more accurately, how far she could push him.
Grinning roguishly, Hermione slipped her knickers into her pocket and crept out of her office for the second time that day.
Later, after a dreadfully dull board meeting, the Gryffindor had just finished gathering her notes and was making for the door, when one of her coworkers tapped her shoulder. "Your husband asked me to give you this," he grumbled, holding a note in her direction. "Oh, thanks, Paul," said Hermione. Paul muttered something vaguely rude under his breath, but she paid him no mind, eagerly unfolding the note.
"My office. Now."
She grinned.
After yet another painfully slow ride on the lift, Hermione speed-walked to her husband's office, uncaring if she drew a few curious gazes.
"Close the door," Draco voiced the moment she stepped in, foregoing all acts and pleasantries.
"Lock it."
She obeyed, swallowing when he cast a silencing charm. Draco stood in front of his desk, arms crossed, silver eyes dark and piercing. "Kneel," he growled. Hermione's knees hit the floor before she even remembered bending them.
Excitement and adrenaline sent her heart pounding. His Italian leather oxfords clacked against the floor as he circled her appraisingly. Her skin prickled where his fingers traced along her jaw, following the path of her cheek until he grasped her chin. "Someone's been a naughty girl today," he rumbled, tilting her head up to meet his hooded gaze.
Hermione's eyes fluttered as she bit her lip coquettishly. "I don't know what you mean, Sir." Draco chuckled ominously. "Lying, too? You're begging for punishment, eh pet?"
The Gryffindor bit back a moan. "N-No, Sir."
Draco cocked a brow. "Oh?" he drawled, retrieving something from his pocket. "Then I supposed these lovely things ended up in my desk drawer by accident?" A pair of lacy pink knickers hung from his fingers.
"I wanted you to know I was thinking about you, Sir," Hermione explained, licking her lips. "Ah. I suppose that's why they're soaked through, then?" Draco commented as though making an inquiry about the weather. She nodded, squirming slightly in her position on the floor.
The Slytherin smirked, tracing his thumb across his wife's lips. "And what exactly was my little pet thinking about that got her so excited, hm?"
"You, Sir."
He chuckled as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "Naturally, my dear. Care to elaborate on these fantasies of yours?" Hermione placed a gentle kiss to his lower lip. "Mm…I imagined you bending me over my desk and spanking me. Then you shoved your huge cock inside me and fucked me until I passed out."
Draco's eyes darkened. "Is that so?" He swiped his tongue across her earlobe, making her gasp. "I do so adore your depraved imagination, pet. Is that what your needy body is craving? Are you desperate for a good, hard spanking? Tell me, love." Hermione shuddered. "Oh yes…please punish me, Sir. I've been so bad…"
Draco gave a shaky exhale. "Oh, you'll get your punishment alright. You won't know anything but my touch by the time I'm through with you!"
He kissed her then, hard, hungry, and full of promise. She whimpered at the onslaught, raising herself as high as she could to reach him. A string of saliva bridged their lips when he drew away and retreated to his desk. Hermione obediently stayed where she was, watching him longingly as he made himself comfortable in his desk chair. "Come, pet. If you want your punishment, you'll have to work for it."
Nodding, she eagerly crawled towards her husband, smiling at the pleased smirk he gave her. Once she'd reached him, Draco hauled her up into his lap and bent her over his knee. Hermione gripped the chair legs and squirmed impatiently. He wasted no time in pulling her skirt back, the cold air on her exposed arse making her shiver.
"Look at this cute, tight little arse," Draco breathed as he caressed her backside. "Why, it's practically begging to be stamped with my handprint. Wouldn't you agree, princess?"
Hermione craned her neck to shoot him a mildly baleful look. He knew how much she despised that nickname. But she'd already pushed her luck, so she bit back her complaint and agreed. "Yes it is, Sir – AH!"
She cried out as Draco firmly brought his palm down on her arse, the resounding SMACK echoing in the office. "Mm, thank you, Sir," Hermione moaned instinctively. Draco chuckled. "So dirty, Granger. Most people would cringe at the thought of being spanked like a naughty, disobedient child, but not you, isn't that right?"
SMACK
"Oh! Yes, mmm, yes Sir! I love being spanked!" she panted, uncaring of how desperate and wanton she sounded.
"That's right. I could have you over my knee all day-"
SMACK
"-just swatting you again and again, until your poor little arse is all red-"
SMACK
"-and all you would do is whine and moan like the little-"
SMACK
"-slut-"
SMACK
"-you-"
SMACK
"-are."
S MACK
Hermione keened at the glorious burn in her arse as she felt arousal start to drip out of her pussy. "F-Fuck…thank you, Sir! More, please…harder!"
Draco hissed as he rubbed her reddened flesh. "So demanding…perhaps I spoil you a bit too much, my little princess."
SMACK
"Oh gods, yes!" Hermione wailed without thinking. "Yes? Ah, so you agree. In that case, I think an extra punishment is in order." Draco shifted beneath her, then thrust her knickers in front of her face. "Open." She swiftly obeyed, allowing him to stuff the knickers into her mouth. "Fuck…I wish you could see yourself now, pet. Bent over my knee with your pretty little knickers in your mouth…now you look just like the filthy whore you really are."
Draco's hand descended harshly on her arse, smacking each cheek in rapid succession. Hermione moaned loudly around her knickers, unable to get enough of the degradation he kept feeding her. Again and again, long past the point of keeping count, the assertive Slytherin smacked his wife's arse until she was practically sobbing on his lap. Arousal was running down her thighs, and Draco's cock twitched at the sight of it.
This didn't go unnoticed by Hermione, who couldn't help but wriggle slightly against the erection poking her belly, drawing a low groan from her husband. She smirked a little, smug that she was not the only one affected by their play.
Draco yanked her head up by her hair. "You're on thin ice, pet," he growled. Hermione tried to speak, but her words were muffled by the knickers still stuffed in her mouth. "Hm? What was that, darling? I'm afraid I can't understand you," Draco drawled with a smirk. She whined pleadingly. Chuckling, he kissed her forehead before withdrawing her knickers. "You were saying, pet?"
"Please Sir," she breathed, "let me suck you off. I want to make you feel good." Draco's breath hitched. "You want to suck me?" Hermione nodded. "Yes, please, Sir. I want to taste your cock."
Perhaps he should have made her beg more, but Draco found he lacked the strength to refuse at the thought of her eager tongue on his dick. Listening to her debauched whines and moans had made his erection almost painfully hard.
No sooner had he given his permission when his wife was crawling under the desk and tugging at his belt. Draco hissed as Hermione fervently sucked half of him into her hot mouth, not giving him any time to adjust to the sensation. "Oh fuck-" he choked, clutching his wife's head.
Her eyes gleamed as she boldly leaned forward and took as much of him as she could. Hollowing her cheeks, she swallowed around him before withdrawing back to the tip and flicking her tongue against it teasingly.
Draco felt his eyes cross. "Ungh…that's it, princess, just like that. Fuck, you look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth. You like the way that tastes, pet?"
Hermione moaned as she nodded. Smirking, he gave several shallow thrusts into her mouth, loving the way her lovely eyes teared up with her efforts to take him. "Good girl, pet, you're doing so well. Mm, more…suck it harder…" he groaned, throwing his head back. She obliged, bobbing her head in earnest until he hit the back of her throat with each thrust.
Draco's legs shook as the coil in his belly tightened, his orgasm right there-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The pair froze.
Shit. That's right. They were still at work.
Draco's silencing charm had been one-way; no one could hear inside the office, but they could still hear everything outside. He found himself slightly regretting that decision now.
Regardless, he cleared his throat before removing the locking and silencing charms and calling out, "Enter."
The door clicked open, revealing his coworker, Michael Corner, from across the hall.
Michael quirked a curious brow. "Did you have your door locked?" Draco shrugged and replied, "I was reviewing a sensitive document and didn't fancy anyone barging in on me. Not everyone in this department is quite so courteous, you know." Michael rolled his eyes, buying the clever Slytherin's lie with ease. "Don't I know it. Well, I won't keep you. Just needed to give you the files on the Miller case."
"Alright, thanks, Corner," Draco said politely, hoping he'd pick up on his tone and leave.
As Michael approached his desk, Draco subtly shifted forward as to conceal the woman hiding beneath it. Hermione caressed his thighs as she kissed the head of his cock. He clutched her curls in warning as Michael shuffled the files atop his desk. "So, it took me forever to put together enough evidence for this one. Barton Miller is a stubborn old bastard; didn't want to admit that his 'perfect, innocent,' muggleborn grandson was stealing bicycles. Yeah, because bikes always appear in random kids' bedrooms one their own. Anyway, I finally got the old coot to talk-"
Draco wanted to scream. Of course fucking detail-oriented Corner couldn't just leave the damn files and screw off. The man had to stick around and explain every single goddamn thing that Draco could easily read himself in the stupid reports. Now, the former Ravenclaw's incessant nattering was keeping him from his orgasm!
As the Slytherin tried to think up an excuse to get Michael to leave, Hermione eyed the beautiful cock bobbing in front of her face. The head had turned a lovely scarlet and was dripping with pre come. She knew he'd been on the cusp of finishing when Michael had knocked.
It just wouldn't be kind of her to leave him there, now would it?
Slowly, the gutsy Gryffindor ran her tongue along the bottom of his cock, deliberately caressing the sensitive frenulum. Draco tensed, yanking on her curls, but Hermione was not deterred. Relaxing her jaw, she surged forward, taking him down almost to the hilt.
Draco's vision swam out of focus, Michael's voice becoming a hazy blur. His knuckles whitened as he gripped his chair with one hand and pulled his wife's hair with the other.
The sting in her roots only spurred Hermione on. She bobbed her head quickly, but careful not to make any noise.
Draco no longer knew what Michael was talking about. The little minx between his thighs was going to make him blow his load right here in front of his annoying coworker!
"…that sound alright, Malfoy?" The Slytherin blinked. "…Sure, that's fine," he replied breathlessly, not knowing what it was he'd just agreed to.
His steady expression and deceptively casual body language gave away nothing. If it weren't for the rapid rise and fall of his chest, even the most observant of viewers wouldn't guess the scandalous activity happening right under their nose.
Fucking finally, Michael gave a parting nod and started towards the door. However, he was just a second too late.
Though Draco did his damnedest to hang on just a few moments longer – pinched his thigh, chewed his lip, thought of his grandmother Druella and grandfather Cygnus going at it – he was no match for his wife's enthusiastic mouth. Thinking quickly, Draco disguised his finishing moan by feigning a coughing fit.
Michael turned around, hand on the doorknob. "You okay there, Malfoy?"
"Uh, yeah," he panted, "j-just a tickle in my throat." Not his best lie, but Michael simply shrugged before taking his leave.
The moment the door clicked shut, Draco hauled Hermione out from her hiding spot by the hair, pulling her to her feet. The minx smirked, his cum dripping down her chin. "That was bold, pet. Too bold. I hope you're prepared for the consequences," he hissed. The Gryffindor licked his seed off her lips. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"Not as sorry as you'll be once I'm done with you," Draco growled before claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss.
If Hermione had understood the extent of said consequences at the time, she may not have been so hasty to tease him.
It started at midday, when she boarded the lift to leave the Ministry. Ron was back in town, and she'd promised to meet him and George for lunch.
The infernal machine dinged, and she blinked when her husband stepped through the doors. "Mrs. Malfoy," he greeted shortly. "Mr. Malfoy," she replied, resisting the urge to smirk.
They stood in silence, feigning disinterest in each other as they waited for the elevator doors to close. When no one else joined them in the compartment, Draco pounced.
Hermione barely had time to react as her husband backed her against the wall of the lift, slapped one hand over her mouth, and slipped the other beneath her skirt. She gasped behind his hand as he slammed two fingers into her swollen cunt, still damp from his earlier treatment. Hermione melted against the wall with a low moan, hiking one leg over his hip.
"Oh! Fuck!"
Draco curled his fingers, rubbing her g-spot until she keened. "Do you like that, my naughty girl? Like me finger-fucking you right in this lift that everyone here uses? What would they say if could see you now? Perfect little Granger, moaning like a cock-hungry whore while she gets fingered right here in the Ministry…everyone would know what a filthy slut you are for me!"
Hermione's eyes rolled back into her head, her moans and whimpers muffled by her husband's hand.
"Your pussy is clenching so tightly around my fingers. Are you close, love? Going to come for me?" Draco smirked. "Oh, yes! Yes, yes, please, Sir, let me-"
The lift began to grind to a halt, so Draco withdrew his fingers, much to his wife's dismay. He smoothly slid his hand around her waist and guided her to lean against him as the doors slid open. Hermione buried her flushed face in her husband's chest, panting into his fine suit.
Draco kissed the top of her head and stroked her back soothingly. The new boarders arched curious brows in their direction, as the infamous Malfoy couple didn't tend to show affection in public, but looked away respectively.
Hermione lifted her pleading brown eyes, and Draco smirked in response. "Consequences, love."
She whimpered against his neck.
The rest of the day was just as torturous for Hermione. He accosted her almost everywhere she turned: in her office, in an empty conference room, and even in the women's restroom. Every time, he'd either slip his hand beneath her skirt or get down on his knees and drive her to the brink, only to deny her the precious plunge at the last moment, no matter how hard she begged him.
It was probably the least productive work day she'd ever had. She couldn't even count the number of times she'd had to cast Scourgify on her thighs.
By the time she stumbled home through the Floo, Hermione was on the verge of either crying or screaming from sheer desperation to come. He'd never edged her this hard before, and it was driving her barmy.
In a very un-Hermione like fashion, she tossed her work things carelessly aside before tearing off her clothing less she suffocate from one more moment of their constriction. She then vanished them all upstairs and out of sight. Draco was particular about organization, and definitely wasn't above prolonging her punishment should she intentionally leave a mess lying around.
When her husband stepped through the Floo, she practically launched herself at him, kissing him ferociously. Draco's arms slithered around her waist, his tongue happily clashing with her own. When her lungs cried for breath, Hermione drew back and looked up at him imploringly.
"Draco, please, I don't think I can take anymore…please, please-"
Draco hushed her, stroking her cheek and kissing her tenderly. "Sh, shh, it's alright love, I hear you. You've done so well today, pet. I'm so proud of you." Hermione smiled a bit, his genuine praise warming her insides. Draco rubbed her arms and back soothingly, whispering more praise and compliments into her ear. Slowly, she relaxed against him, mewling in content as he trailed chaste kisses down her neck. "There you go, that's my princess," Draco cooed, bumping his nose against hers affectionately.
"Mm, thank you, Sir. I feel better," Hermione sighed, nuzzling his neck.
"Good. Now I want you to listen, pet. I want you to hold out just a bit longer for me," said Draco, drawing an alarmed look from his wife. "Just a little longer, love. I know you can do it," he purred encouragingly. Hermione drew in a deep, shaky breath before nodding submissively. "I'll do my best, Sir." Draco beamed. "That's my girl. But don't worry…I wouldn't dream of not rewarding my pet when she's been so good. So, to hold you over for the time being, I'm going to give you something I know you love."
Frankly, Hermione had no clue what she could possibly love more than an orgasm right now, but she trusted him.
Draco hoisted his wife into his arms and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom. There, he lowered her onto their large bed and kissed her forehead.
"Hands above your head," he ordered, sliding his suit jacket off. Hermione swallowed and obeyed, eyes darkening as she watched him unbutton his cuffs and roll his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. Her gaze slid down to the sizable bulge in his trousers, and she squeezed her thighs together as she imagined it inside her.
Fuck, she needed him inside her.
Draco smirked as he followed her gaze. "All in due time, pet," he hummed, withdrawing his wand. Muttering a spell, Hermione felt restraints wrap themselves around her wrists.
"Legs apart."
Her legs slid across the Egyptian cotton sheets as she spread them.
"Wider."
Pursing her lips, the Gryffindor separated her legs as far as she could. Draco nodded with satisfaction, and with another wave of his wand, more restraints shot out of the bed posts and clamped around her ankles.
Hermione's heart raced excitedly. "Alright, pet? Not too tight?" he inquired. She flexed her arms and legs experimentally, and shook her head. "Excellent," Draco smiled, setting his wand aside. Then, with a murmured Accio, a candle flew into his hand.
Hermione's eyes bulged.
"Sir-" she whispered, but was interrupted when Draco mumbled yet another spell, and her vision was completely obstructed by the blindfold that materialized before her. Hermione's heart was beating so fast, she was certain it would fly out of her chest.
She absolutely loved wax play, but Draco didn't often agree to do it for her. The first time they tried it, he held the candle too close to her skin and accidentally burned her. They were able to heal it right up with no scar in sight, but Draco had been horrified. No matter how much Hermione reassured him that she wasn't angry and no lasting harm had been done, he beat himself up about it for nearly a week. It took months before she convinced him to try again, but even then, he refused to so much as touch a candle until he'd researched it thoroughly. Their second time around went much better, but Draco still remained wary of using wax on her.
The fact that he was offering this, without her even having to ask for it, made Hermione's heart swell with both love and pride for her husband.
The gentle crackling of a small flame made the Gryffindor squirm impatiently. The scent of vanilla and bergamot permeated the air, and Hermione was practically vibrating with elation.
Draco smoothed a hand over her stomach and breasts, chuckling a little at her jitters. "Are you ready for your reward, pet?" Hermione nodded so hard her neck ached.
"What's your safe word?"
"Gatsby, Sir. Please, hurry – OH GOD!"
Three little drops of hot wax plopped onto her stomach, making her yelp. The burning lasted only a moment before tapering off, leaving a glorious warmth behind that made her mewl in approval.
"How is it, love? Not too hot?" Draco asked. His tone was steady, but Hermione heard the miniscule warble of concern.
"It's perfect, Sir. I love it. Thank you, Sir!" she sighed, eager to reassure him. Though she couldn't see it, Draco visibly relaxed. He hid it well, but secretly, he always braced himself for the awful cry of pain she gave the first time he'd poured hot wax on her. He never wanted to hear such a sound come out of her ever again.
As he paused, Hermione began to wriggle. "Oh, don't stop! More, Sir! Please!" Draco chuckled. "You do beg so prettily for me, pet."
Holding it a safe distance away, he tilted the candle so that several more drops of wax descended onto her lovely skin. Hermione squealed as he dripped a trail up her stomach, the mild pain shooting sparks of arousal across her spine. With her vision taken away, her senses were heightened, and she couldn't tell where he'd place the wax next.
Slowly, Draco directed the candle further up her torso, practicing extra caution as he reached the more sensitive parts of her body. Hermione's breathing grew ragged as she felt the wax splash across her chest, steadily climbing the swell of her breast. Then, he poured a single drop directly onto her pebbled nipple, and she howled in delight.
"Fuck, Draco, yes!"
Draco swallowed, erection stirring in his pants as her moans grew louder and louder.
Finally, her chest and stomach were plastered beautifully in wax, and his wife was panting and writhing in pleasure.
Draco blew out the candle and set it aside before climbing atop Hermione, brushing his lips against hers teasingly. "It's time, pet," he whispered. She opened her mouth to reply, but whatever she'd been planning to say dissolved into a wail as her husband crawled down her body and attached his mouth to her clit.
Overwrought with sensitivity, it didn't take long for Hermione's back to arch off the bed, the wax cracking off her skin at the movement. "FUCK! Oh, oh, gods Draco, S-Sir, I-I'm so close! Please, don't stop, let me come, please-"
"Come," he growled against her.
Hermione released an animalistic cry, arms and legs tugging at the restraints as her entire body attempted to fold backwards on itself at the exploding force that was her orgasm. Her head swam as the pleasure kept rolling through her, as though it would never stop.
She hadn't the foggiest clue how much time had passed when her body finally relaxed, it could have been hours for all she knew. However, Hermione didn't have time to dwell on the thought, because she'd just noticed that Draco's mouth still hadn't left her cunt.
In fact, she realized with growing alarm, he was still lapping at her clit. Once her mind registered this fact, her body caught up, the brief numbness that had overtaken her retreating as pleasure so intense that it hurt shooting through her.
"AH! Oh m – go – Dra – oh!" Hermione choked, her tongue stumbling over the most basic of words. Draco showed no mercy, sucking her swollen little clit into his mouth until she screamed. Like a bludger to the head, a second orgasm overtook Hermione out of nowhere. Every cell in her body seemed to twist with agonized pleasure.
Though more intense than the first orgasm, this one only lasted a few seconds. The Gryffindor slumped against the bed, lungs gasping for air –
But Draco still didn't move his head out from her thighs.
Hermione shrieked when he started working her towards a third climax, fighting her restraints as she tried to squirm away. "N-No – fuck! – no more Draco, please! I-I-I can't-"
Draco kissed her thigh soothingly. "Yes you can, pet. One more for me. You can do it, I know you can."
Hermione whimpered, tears gathering in her eyes. She wanted to scream at him, say that no, there was absolutely no fucking way she could manage another.
But…he believed in her. She couldn't bear the thought of disappointing him. Plus, she trusted him. He'd always been skilled at pushing her, teaching her things about her body that she could have never discovered on her own.
Sighing shakily, Hermione nodded her consent. "Good girl," Draco cooed before diving back in. She pressed her lips together, trying to get past the pain. Her clit was too overstimulated, screaming to be freed of his talented mouth. The Gryffindor whined, lips curling in preparation to blurt out her safe word.
But then, Draco inserted a finger to caress her inner walls. Hermione gasped half in pleasure and half in surprise as the pain ebbed away.
"Oh…oh…Draco," she moaned, melting into the sheets. She felt him smile against her clit as he lovingly stroked her g-spot, carefully building her up to that precious peak.
"That feels – god – that feels so good," Hermione keened. "S-Sir please, can I see you?" Her request was swiftly followed by the blindfold vanishing before her eyes. She blinked as the room came back into focus, then cast her gaze down. Draco's silver pools reflected such tenderness and pride, that Hermione felt herself tumbling over the edge with a hoarse cry. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, to the point that her vision doubled.
When she came back down, Draco had risen, chin glistening with her arousal. "Well done, pet. You did so well, so well. I'm so proud of you," he gasped as he undid his belt. Hermione mewled at both his praise and the sight of his swollen cock.
"You see this, pet? You see what you do to me? That's all for you, love. I'm yours, just like you're mine, isn't that right, pet?" Draco growled, rubbing his length along her soaked cunt. "Oh yes, Draco! I'm all yours!" she cried, lifting her hips in attempt to get him to slide into her. Her husband's eyes darkened. "Again. Say it again!" Hermione gasped as he barely pressed the tip into her entrance and held it there.
"God Draco, I'm yours! Completely yours! I belong to you!"
"Yesss," he hissed as he finally pushed into her. With his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, brow set in a deep furrow, and eyes rolled back into his head, Draco sheathed himself inside her completely. A stab of pride overtook Hermione at the sight of his glorious expression.
She had done that to him. For as much as he denied her all day long, he'd denied himself just as much.
"Hermione…fuck!" Draco rasped, wasting no time in pounding into her with earnest. She cried out as he finally fucked her, muttering a string of unintelligible nonsense that resembled, "Yes," "Draco," and "Fuck me."
Draco wasn't doing much better.
"Hermione, oh! Fuck, my girl – my princess – mine – all of you – this perfect cunt – those pretty tits – your adorable arse, fuck! So beautiful, love – so beautiful with my cock inside you – don't even know – love you so much – every beautiful bit of you is all – fucking – mine!"
Draco accentuated his breathless words with forceful thrusts, her wanton moans music to his ears.
Hermione was in heaven, loving how unhinged and desperate her husband had grown. The feeling of him plunging into her like a jackhammer was indescribable.
"Oh fuck! Love, I'm gonna come – but want you to come too – please, one more time for me – want to make you feel so good…" Draco's expression morphed until it looked almost pained, hips stuttering as though he wanted to slow down, but couldn't.
However, he needn't have worried. For as if Hermione's body had conditioned itself to come on his command, she suddenly found herself screaming as she shattered brutally around him. Draco screamed with her, throwing his head back as he spilled himself deep inside her womb.
Hermione tried to keep her eyes open, wishing to admire the sight of him coming unraveled, but the world spun insistently, forcing her to close them.
When she managed to peel those tired eyes back open again, Hermione found that her limbs had been freed of their restraints. Not only that, but all the wax had been cleaned off her torso, and her husband was sitting on the bed wiping her brow with a cool cloth.
His tense expression crumpled in relief when she met his gaze. "Back with me, love?" he asked softly. Hermione nodded, stretching out languidly. "Mm…how long was I out for?"
"Maybe twenty minutes?" Draco replied, dabbing the cloth against the red marks that littered her chest. She sighed in content, happy to lay there and let him take care of her.
"You had me a bit worried for a moment there. I know you wanted me to fuck you until you passed out, but…I didn't actually expect you to faint like that," he chuckled nervously.
Hermione blinked at the news. She thought she had just fallen asleep. It didn't occur to her that she'd actually lost consciousness.
"Wow…so that's what that feels like." She gave him a cheeky grin. "Well done, Sir."
Draco allowed himself smirked a little. "I aim to please."
Hermione guided him to press the cloth against her cheek, and she leaned into his touch with a yawn. "You're sure you're alright?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she sighed, "but you'll probably have to carry me everywhere tomorrow. I don't think I'll be able to move from this bed on my own."
Though her body was very much numb at the moment, Hermione knew that come morning, her limbs would be on strike from the trials she'd put them through.
She felt Draco's lips against her brow. "It's the weekend, love. You can stay in bed all day long, like an adorable, lazy little lump on a log."
Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled drunkenly at her love. She opened her arms for a cuddle and he obliged, sliding into bed beside her and pulling her against him. "Stay and be a lump with me."
Draco bellowed a rare laugh. "As you wish, pet."