Warning; this chapter contains heavy Dom/sub dynamics with a Dom Draco and a Sub Hermione, master/slave roleplay, and general semi-graphic sex club antics. If that doesn't sound like your cup of tea, you may want to consider skipping this one.
I am back, and we now return to your regularly scheduled smut, this time with a little more spice and a little less sugar.
Draco and Hermione make a trip to the most popular sex club in France to indulge in both new and old kinks.
The minty, oily taste of the calming draught slid down Hermione's throat and made her grimace. Nevertheless, the potion did its job, her racing heart slowing and shaking limbs stilling. The scenery rushing by outside the car window became more relaxing and less anxiety inducing.
Warm, familiar lips pressed into her curls and murmured, "Better, love?"
Smiling shakily up at her boyfriend, Hermione nodded and tucked herself further into his side. Draco rubbed a soothing hand up and down her arm as he whispered reassurances into her ear.
"Remember Hermione, I may be the one in charge, but you hold the power over our activities. Absolutely nothing will happen tonight that you don't want. Just say the word, and we stop. I'll take care of you."
Hermione sighed, nodding against him. He always said something similar to her before they indulged in their more…intense proclivities, particularly when he played the dominant role. Letting go and giving over every ounce of control to someone else didn't come naturally to someone like her, and Draco knew that, which is why he always prefaced their 'playtimes' with gentle support and encouragement. And he made it worth it, every single time.
"Yes…I trust you completely, Draco."
Arching a challenging brow, Draco tilted her chin up and fixed her with a stern gaze that made her stomach do flip-flops. "Have you forgotten our rules, my dear?"
Hermione swallowed, quickly remedying her mistake. "I'm sorry, Master."
With a pleased smirk, Draco leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his beloved's lips. "Are you ready to be a good, well-behaved little slave for me tonight?"
Squirming as heat gathered in her loins, Hermione nodded obediently. "Yes, Master."
Kissing her one last time as the car pulled to a halt, Draco squeezed her hand comfortingly. The chauffeur opened the door for them, allowing the pair to step out and take in the impressive four-story, Victorian style building.
Le Trésor was the most famous high-end sex club in Wizarding France. If you were one of the fortunate who could afford the club's pricey membership fee and pass the rather extensive background checks, you would be free to walk up the sweeping stone pathway lined with rose bushes and the most ostentatious marble statues of well-endowed men and women and enter the lavish 19th century mansion that had been refurbished into a kinky, pleasurable playground. Whether you wish to enter alone and sit back with a drink while you enjoy one of the many skilled, erotic demonstrations, meet someone to enjoy a casual evening with, or have fun with a partner in one of the club's many private or public playrooms, Le Trésor served as an ideal getaway for many wealthy deviants.
Hermione's chest gave that same elated little thump it always did when they visited this place. Draco placed a hand on her lower back and led her through the ivy-encrusted gates as the car pulled away, making room for the next. Though this was a Wizarding establishment, the magical community of France was a bit more in touch with muggle things than England's; and as this club did mainly consist of the filthy rich, they of course loved to arrive in style and flaunt their wealth, though the club did contain Floos and an apparition point for the less flamboyant.
Hermione's black pumps clacked against the marble flooring as they entered the foyer. The doorman took both their coats, leaving the Gryffindor in her sleeveless, wine red dress that hugged her curves and ended at mid-thigh, one of Draco's favorites.
The woman at the front desk checked them in and handed them their usual red wristbands. "Any specific requests for the evening?" she asked.
Draco eyed her questioningly. Breathing deeply, Hermione nodded before she could chicken out. Her boyfriend gave a gratified smile. "We'd like to reserve room 2-C, if you please."
The receptionist nodded, flipping through a notebook before looking up at them with a smile. "You're in luck, that room just freed up. I'll put your names down now. Feel free to make your way there at your leisure, though we do ask that you don't take more than an hour to claim your reservation in consideration of our other guests."
Draco gave a short nod as the receptionist handed him the room key. "Have a pleasant night!" she chirped. "Oh, we will," the Slytherin drawled lowly, sending pleasant tingles up Hermione's spine.
Just before they entered the main area, Draco took his girlfriend by the elbow to get her attention. "Would you like to put on your collar now or later, angel?" Hermione hesitated for only half a moment. "Now please, Master." He smirked, though his eyes glittered with genuine delight at her response.
Hermione couldn't help but smile a little herself. This is what she strove for when she submitted as his slave; pleasing him, watching his silver eyes dance with pride and darken with lust. She wanted to be the only one in the world to make him look that way.
Draco withdrew the shrunken case from his pocket and enlarged it before popping it open, revealing the beauty that sat inside. Hermione's collar was a simple yet elegant dark forest green band that sat securely, but comfortably around her neck. On the front of the collar was a gold plaque engraved with the words, "Property of Draco Malfoy."
As Draco lovingly fastened the piece around her neck, all the tension left Hermione's muscles. With the familiar weight of her collar, the control she held onto with an iron fist at all times slipped away, allowing her to fall dutifully into her submissive role.
Were it with anyone else, Hermione would not feel comfortable nor safe putting herself in such a vulnerable position; but this was Draco, the one who taught her how wonderful and freeing it was to let go, who helped her uncover this unexpected side of herself.
Her love, her boyfriend, her master. He'd take care of her; he always did.
Draco smiled darkly, his dominant personality taking over completely at the sight of his girlfriend wearing his name around her neck. Tonight would be new and experimental for both of them, though much more so for her. He couldn't wait to bring her to her knees, to hear her sweet voice beg and whimper for him. A slight whisper of worry tickled the back of his mind, but Draco pushed it aside. He had faith in both her and himself; his little Gryffindor was determined and strong, not to mention kinky as hell. He knew Hermione could handle it.
He brought her in for a rough, claiming kiss that made her knees weak before tucking her into his side. "Well, my lovely slave, shall we?"
Hermione snuggled into his embrace, gazing up at him with both want and adoration. "Yes, Master."
The pair then entered the grand, dimly lit main hall. A long drink bar sat to the left of the entrance, and a slew of candle-lit tables were gathered around a small stage in the middle of the room. Currently occupying the stage was a pretty blonde woman sat upon a sybian. Her hands were tied behind her back, and a weighted chain was clamped on both her nipples.
The audience watched with various levels of rapture as the blonde cried out, shifting off the sybian ever so slightly as the vibrations became too much to handle. The redhaired woman in a black leather suit standing next to her yanked on the chain as punishment, forcing the blonde back into position. "Did I say you could move, you filthy girl? Be a good little slut and stay right where you are. Give our audience the show they came here for!" the redhead demanded sharply. The blonde whimpered but obeyed her Domme's orders.
Hermione felt her knickers grow damp at the same time a bit of nervousness pricked her chest. As if sensing this, Draco started gently leading her away. "Let's go take a peek at some of the other exhibitions, hm? I know you particularly enjoyed the hot wax room last time." She nodded, grateful that he was giving her time to mentally prepare herself for what was to come.
They made their way unhurriedly through the many hallways and corridors, occasionally stopping in at one of the public playrooms to observe another demonstration.
They watched a man with cat ears and a tail get caned by a woman in a purple tuxedo in one of the dungeon-themed rooms whilst Hermione sipped on a sweet cocktail to further calm her nerves. In one of the posh bedrooms, a man wearing a knight's costume held a woman dressed in medieval princess regalia over his knee and spanked her. Then, out in the lush gardens, a man laid on the side of a fountain as he ate the pussy of one woman while another rode his cock. It was all both arousing and fascinating to Hermione, who still hadn't quiet gotten used to the sheer amount of unique and, sometimes, downright bizarre kinks and fetishes some people indulged in.
In complete honesty, one of her favorite parts about coming to this club was just observing the people around them, and not even in a sexual way. Some walked around in strange, eye-catching costumes and lingerie, some in normal clothing, and others preferred to go about in nothing at all.
Draco kept her close to him the whole time as they wandered, sending level glares to anyone shifty-looking who tried to approach them. Thankfully, most were warded off by the red wristbands present on their arms, so he didn't have to do it too often.
Given that both of them were pretty well-known in the Wizarding world, it wasn't uncommon to receive stares and double-takes, but here, people were a bit more respectful about it; probably because there were so many other far more interesting things to stare at.
People wearing green wristbands quickly lost interest in them, turning their attention back to searching for a playmate for the night. Individuals wearing red wristbands, such as themselves, signaled to others that they were there with a partner, or weren't open to being approached, and also left them alone.
As the hour to claim their reservation drew short, they began to weave their way back through the throng of people. Hermione squeezed Draco's hand as they boarded the lift along with another couple. Draco held the door open as a man in a designer suit led his naked partner inside by a leash. The leashed man crawled into the elevator on all fours, leading Hermione and Draco to step to the side to make room for him. The man in the suit nodded his thanks as the doors slid shut, his partner kneeling dutifully beside him.
They rode the lift in silence, which did nothing for the incessant pounding of Hermione's heart. The leashed man looked up at her from the corner of his eye. Noticing her collar, he offered her an understanding smile, which she shakily returned.
The lift dinged and the couple exited without them, the leashed man crawling after his master. That left Hermione and Draco alone, and she finally allowed herself to collapse against him just a little.
The Slytherin held her against him, stroking her arm slowly. "Alright, my sweet?" he inquired. She nodded hesitantly, trying to convince her racing heart to slow the fuck down.
The lift dropped them off at their desired floor, where they stepped into the quiet corridor. This particular floor contained rooms that had to be reserved in order to use them, every door locked with a powerful spell that could only be broken with one of the club's keys.
Hermione stared at the long Persian rug as they approached their room, focusing on the intricate patterns and not the anxiety pounding at her subconscious. It took her a moment to realize they'd stopped, and when she looked up with a blink, Draco was staring at her.
"Hermione," he began softly, breaking character for a moment. "Are you completely certain you want to do this? Because if you're not, I need you to tell me right now."
A small part of her wanted to jump at the offered out and beg him to take her to the comforts of one of the private suits. He'd understand; he would never make her do anything she didn't want to. But she promptly squashed the urge. She had been the one to ask for this, had argued with him for far too long to convince him she was ready. What kind of cowardly twit would she be to back out now?
Hermione shook her head resolutely. "No…no, I'm okay. I want this."
Draco tilted her head up by her chin and studied her silently for a moment. She stared back at him unwaveringly. Finding what he was looking for, he smiled and whispered, "That's my girl."
She beamed at the praise, heat pooling in her belly. After pressing a swift kiss to her lips, Draco tapped the key against the doorknob, which was followed by a soft click. The dark room lit up the moment they stepped through the door, and Hermione gave a tiny gasp.
The room was far nicer than she was expecting, with polished dark wood floors and walls. A cozy fireplace cast a warm glow to the cushy looking sofa and loveseat, both piled with decorative pillows. A cute little coffee table sat atop a faux fur rug, and a king-sized bed laden with quilts occupied the opposite side of the room. There was even a window charmed with a beautiful sunset view amongst a picturesque forest, really pulling off the log cabin aesthetic.
Hermione couldn't help but squeal a little. "Oh, this is lovely, Draco!"
Her boyfriend chuckled, deciding to forgive her improper name usage. He needed her to loosen up if they were both to have a good time tonight. "I figured you'd like this one."
Hermione cocked her head curiously. "It's not at all what I expected, considering what its main purpose is…" she trailed off, eyes drifting to the righthand wall, which was almost completely engulfed by a large glass panel. At the moment, it looked to be nothing more than a very large mirror, but she knew that was a mere illusion.
This happened to be one of the several rooms in Le Trésor that was specifically designed for voyeurism. Hermione had wondered what the point of such rooms were when Draco told her about them, when the entire club was already a haven for exhibitionists and voyeurs alike. Draco had explained it was the concept that drew people; apparently, a few choice individuals liked the idea of watching secretly, pretending that the participants of whatever salacious activity they were viewing were completely unaware of their presence. Hermione still didn't really get it, but she accepted that some people merely had strange kinks and moved past it.
That window was the cause of all the anxiety that had plagued her all evening. Though Hermione and Draco had been exploring each other's darker, more intense fantasies for a while now, their playtimes always took place behind the safety of closed doors. Although Hermione admired those that were bold and confident enough to display themselves and their desires out in the open for anyone to see, she had never been all that comfortable with trying it herself.
It wasn't until about a year after they began making regular trips to this club that she started toying with the idea, frequently contemplating and fantasizing what it would be like to be stripped bare and fucked in front of a crowd of strangers.
She knew Draco had no issue with it, even admitting to have participated in one or two exhibitions himself in the past. When Hermione had asked him what it was like, her boyfriend had gone silent before explaining.
"It was…a little odd. It's especially jarring your first time, looking up in the middle of sex and meeting some stranger's eye, just watching you. But when I thought about it, I realized that it was more or less like I was a performer and they were just my audience. It was easier to sink into when I thought of it like that, and then when I got used to it, it started to feel a little exciting. Don't get me wrong, it's definitely not something I would do all the time…but let me tell you, hardly anything beats that kind of adrenaline rush."
Eventually, Hermione's curiosity won her over, and she elected to try it and see what all the fuss was about. Draco, unsure how she'd handle a crowded demonstration for her first go, offered her this compromise. Hermione figured he picked this cozy room because he knew its warm, inviting atmosphere would help put her at ease, which she was grateful for.
Draco drew her attention back to him, gazing at her seriously for a moment. "What's your safe word, my love?"
Hermione gathered her expression. "It's Heathcliff."
"And when should you use it?"
"If I'm in any significant pain or discomfort, if I get too overwhelmed, or if I'm not okay with something you do or say," she answered primly, reciting everything he'd told her when they first began experimenting with BDSM. Draco smiled softly. "Good girl." He kissed her then, a sweet and promising kiss that warmed Hermione from her head to her toes.
When he pulled back, his face had darkened into a familiar domineering smirk.
Hermione's breath hitched. Her master stood before her now.
Draco gently enclosed a hand around her throat, running it up and down as though he were considering choking her. Her pulse raced under his touch, making his smirk deepen.
"Ah, there's my good little slave," Draco sneered haughtily, moving his hand up to clutch her jaw. Hermione averted her eyes demurely, falling perfectly into her role alongside him.
Draco chuckled lowly. "Aww, what's the matter, sweetheart? Feeling a little shy today? No matter. You'll be over that soon enough." He leaned in until their noses were inches apart. "Unless of course, you want to be punished like last time? I haven't used my favorite whip in a while."
Hermione stifled a moan.
Draco yanked her head back by her curls, making her hiss. "Use your words, or I'll give that useless mouth of yours something to occupy it." She whimpered at the threat, shaking her head quickly. "N-No, no Master, please don't punish me. I'll be good, I promise!"
Draco hummed and released her hair. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous today, love. Aren't you grateful you have such a kind, benevolent master?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, I'm so grateful. Thank you, Master." He pat her cheek condescendingly. "Glad to see you're finally learning some manners, my dirty girl."
With that, he strode over to the sofa and plopped himself down. Hermione remained where she was, knowing better than to move without his permission. Draco picked up the toy and costume catalogue off the coffee table and began to peruse it. When he looked up a few moments later, he cocked a brow.
"Well? Don't just stand there like a fool. Make yourself useful and strip. Give me something to look at."
Nodding submissively, Hermione reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress, allowing it to pool on the floor. Next she unhooked her bra, sliding it slowly down her arms. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air, making her shiver. Finally, she turned around to pull her lacy knickers down her bum, purposefully bending over as she glided them down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her heels and thigh-high black tights.
When Hermione turned back around, Draco was watching her with dark, hooded eyes.
"Hmm…well, I suppose you'll do," he said with feigned disinterest, turning his attention back to the catalogue. She instinctively bristled, but quickly reeled herself back, knowing he was trying to get a rise out of her.
Draco smirked, then tapped something on the catalogue. A moment later, three lovely golden chains appeared in front of her. Hermione swallowed.
"Put those on, and be quick about it," he demanded, exchanging the catalogue for the drink menu. Murmuring a quick "Yes, Master," the Gryffindor dropped to her knees.
The thickest and longest chain she used to bind her ankles, while the two smaller ones went around her wrists and were hooked to her collar. Each golden chain was long enough to provide a decent range of motion, and the inside of the cuffs were lined with plush velvet, making them rather comfortable.
Once bound, Hermione sat back on her heels, gaze fixed to the floor as she enjoyed the weight of the chains. The sensation of being owned, of having every bit of control stripped away from her, was so freeing. When she was here with him, she didn't have to be war-heroine-creatures'-rights-activist-best-friend-of-Harry-Potter, Hermione Granger. She didn't have to worry about pleasing anyone or the constant stresses of meeting the expectations placed upon her by the society she'd helped save.
Here, she could indulge and leave it all behind for an evening, focusing on nothing but her master's pleasure.
Hermione continued to kneel in silence, waiting patiently for Draco's orders. She allowed herself to mumble a quiet cushioning charm to the floor beneath her, not knowing how long he intended to keep her there.
Finally, after an unknown amount of minutes passed, Draco knocked twice upon the coffee table, which caused the illusion on the glass panel to fall away.
In its place was a window that showed a dim room with several comfortable seats placed on an incline, quite reminiscent of a muggle movie theater. Hermione's heart leapt into her throat, but she refused to allow her anxiety to show. There was no one in the room on the other side of the window now, but she knew it was only a matter of time before other curious club-goers filtered in.
Draco then tapped on the menu, causing a tumbler of firewhiskey and a crystal glass to appear. He gestured at her impatiently. "Well, get over here. My drink isn't going to pour itself."
Nodding obediently, Hermione rose on all fours and crawled to her master's side. Settling on her knees on the floor next to him, she reached for the tumbler and filled his glass halfway, the customary amount for firewhiskey. Hardly sparing her a glance, Draco picked up a magazine from the coffee table and idly flipped through it as he sipped at his drink.
Roughly twenty minutes passed with only the sounds of the crackling fire, the crisp turning of pages, and the sloshing of liquid as Hermione refilled Draco's glass. She couldn't help but sneak a few glances at her boyfriend, admiring his lovely features in the firelight. She felt her thighs growing damp as she imagined what he had planned for them tonight. He always liked to make her wait a bit when they played this particular game, getting her as hot and bothered as possible before making his move.
So lost in her thoughts was she, that when Draco suddenly yanked at one of the chains attached to her collar, she lost her hold on the tumbler, causing some of it to splash onto her chest. Clicking his tongue, he took the tumbler from her and peered at it, as though inspecting for any damage. Placing it back on the table, he then turned to her with a sneer. "You think it's funny to waste my drink, do you?" Hermione hissed as he grabbed her nipple and tugged on it sharply enough to make her jerk forward a bit.
"I-I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Master," she whimpered, eyes stinging from the pain of his grip. Draco rolled his eyes and released her. She reached up to rub her aching breast, but barely had she touched her flesh when a pale hand was gripping her by the hair. Hermione winced as Draco yanked her over by her curls until she was settled between his parted thighs. Without a word, he unzipped his trousers, took out his hardened prick, and promptly shoved it between her lips.
Unprepared, Hermione instinctively gagged as he mercilessly forced his cock to the back of her throat. She coughed around his length, tears escaping her eyes. Scoffing, Draco withdrew himself to fist the hair at the top of her head, forcing her gaze up to meet his. "When your master gives you a chance to rectify your mistakes, you do it, understand?" he growled. Hermione nodded quickly and rasped out, "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
"Good. Now shut up and take cock like a good little whore should." Draco's order was swiftly followed by Hermione opening her mouth wide, tongue out and eager for her master's cock.
He chuckled lowly. "There you go, that's a good slut," he jeered, slapping his dick on her tongue a few times, then once across her face for good measure. Without further preamble, Draco grasped the back of his little slave's head and fed her his cock.
Hermione was ready this time, relaxing her jaw as much as she could as he tugged her head forward. Draco wasted no time violating her little mouth, thrusting his hips and moving her head at a gruesome pace as he brutally fucked her face. She gagged lightly, her throat protesting the rough treatment, but her lower belly coiled with heat. She loved being used by him, found a twisted sort of enjoyment at being treated as nothing more than a toy for his pleasure.
Draco pushed his cock as far into her mouth as possible and held it there, making his girlfriend choke and whimper at the intrusion. The Slytherin threw his head back with a groan when she swallowed around him. "Fuck, that's right…suck that cock…like the cumslut you are!" he rasped, feeling his balls tighten with imminent release. Hermione moaned, allowing him drive desperately into her mouth. Her neck was starting to ache and the roots of her hair stung, but she was determined to hold out and satisfy her master.
"Shit, I'm coming. Better be a good whore and swallow every – last – drop!" Draco choked on the last word as his climax washed over him, pumping his seed down her throat.
Hermione gasped for breath when he withdrew, drawing a smirk from her lover. "Aww, did I tire you out? Figures. You sucked my cock rather well, at least. Maybe you're worth something after all," he taunted while smoothing her hair out of her face with a tenderness that contrasted his cruel words. "Tha-thank you, Master," she rasped, her voice scratchy from the harsh treatment it had received. "You're most welcome, darling," Draco replied derisively, brushing her tears away with his thumb.
He then tucked himself away and stood, yanking on one of her chains while he was at it. "Get up. I'm not done with you yet." Hermione stumbled to her feet, yelping when he suddenly picked her up and hauled her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Draco crossed the room in a few large strides and practically threw her down on the bed. She hadn't even gathered her bearings before he was spreading her pussy lips apart. Hermione's legs flinched shut purely on reflex, which Draco was quick to rectify with a harsh smack to her bum.
She gave a high-pitched whine and spread her legs as far as the chains would allow. Draco let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a growl. "Fuck…I knew you were a good-for-nothing slut, but who'd have thought you'd get this wet just from choking on my cock?" He ran his fingers up her slit and lifted them up to show her. His digits were glistening with her arousal, the sticky juices stretching out into thin strings when he pulled his fingers apart. "What a good little vixen I have, so hot and wet for her master."
Hermione bit her lip, back arching off the bed when his thumb found her swollen clit, drawing light, teasing circles into the sensitive nub. She moaned, turning her head to the side – and promptly froze.
Several pairs of unfamiliar eyes were watching her from behind the window. In her rapture, she'd completely forgotten it was there.
How long had they been there? How much had they seen?
Anxiety spiked in her chest, cheeks flushing with mortification. Perhaps this had been a poor idea after all…
"Eyes on me."
Draco's sharp command made her gaze dart back to him. His silver eyes softened at her turbulent expression. "Don't look at them love," he murmured, breaking character for a brief moment. "Look at me."
Hermione nodded imperceptibly, keeping her gaze fixed firmly on her master. He tried to coax her back into the game, applying additional pressure to her clit as he spewed more degrading filth at her. Though she enjoyed his efforts, her reactions were noticeably muted.
She pursed her lips to prevent her usual moans and whines, her fingers gripped the blankets as if afraid of letting go, and she was trembling with what Draco wasn't quite sure was desire. When he tried to slip a finger inside her, he only made it to the first knuckle; she was too tense, and trying to push in any further would undoubtedly hurt her.
Draco frowned. He'd been afraid of this. Although he truly didn't blame her for this reaction – he'd be lying if he said that he hadn't frozen up a bit himself his first time – they couldn't continue this way. Time to try a different approach.
Throwing up a mocking eyebrow, Draco fixed his slave with a sneer. "What's the matter? Scared to put out in front of an audience?"
Hermione blinked rapidly, clearly stunned by the question.
"And here I thought you would have been thrilled. Filthy little girl like you, getting to show off what a good, cock hungry tramp you are for me? I thought you'd be all over that."
Her mouth hung open dumbly, not knowing what to say in response. She hadn't thought of it that way…
Draco smirked. "Unless of course, you really are just too scared."
His words hit their target, and Hermione's eyes burned with new determination. His chest lightened with pride and relief. His little Gryffindor never could back down from a challenge.
Her walls relaxed around him, allowing Draco to slide his finger the rest of the way in. Hermione let out a long, low moan that made his cock harden anew. "Ho, there we go. That's it, darling. Show everyone how much you love your master's finger inside you."
Draco watched as his lover's whole body relaxed, one hand reaching up to grasp the headboard while the other massaged her breast. He admired the sight of the chains lying against her golden skin.
She was breathtaking. His beautiful, precious slave.
Hermione swore when he slid a second finger inside her. "Master!" she gasped, rocking her hips against his touch. Draco growled, possessiveness curling inside him when she moaned his name.
"You know," he began conversationally, "I've always wanted to show you off. I do so love showing off my pretty things." Hermione shuddered when he curled his fingers against the spongy flesh inside her, pleasure-addled brain struggling to keep up with his words. "After all, Merlin knows not every bloke is lucky enough to have such a good, slutty, obedient little slave at his every beck and call," Draco continued, pumping his fingers in and out of her almost lazily. "I mean, just look at you. I barely even have to touch you, and you fall to your knees for me. Anything I want, you do without complaint, just as any good slave should. And do you know why that is, love?"
Hermione panted through her reply. "B-Because I'm yours, M-Master."
"That's right, my filthy girl. You live for my pleasure, and no one else's." Draco's body language remained casual, as though he was bored, but his eyes were dark and scorching as he stared down at her.
"Yes!" Hermione gasped, the fiery coil in her belly tightening further and further. "You exist solely for me. Mine to use and do with what I please. Your only purpose is to please me," Draco said lowly, breath growing heavier.
"Y-Yes! Yes, Master! I live only for you!" Hermione cried out, loving his selfish, domineering words.
"Indeed," Draco drawled, crooking his fingers so he could slam them against her g-spot again and again. She shrieked, tossing her head back against the pillows. "And you know what, my good girl?" He took her by the chin and turned her gaze back to window, leaning down so his lips touched her ear. "Now they know it too."
Hermione's entire body trembled. The heated, approving foreign gazes upon her, while still a bit jarring, no longer caused her embarrassment. Rather, the pride in Draco's voice filled her with glee, knowing how pleased she'd made him by letting them watch. Everyone behind the window had seen how good she was for him, knew how devoted she was to him, and vice versa. Every person that walked out of that room would walk away with the knowledge that she, Hermione Granger, belonged wholly to Draco Malfoy.
The thought was like an erupting volcano, causing crippling heat to flood her entire body. "Fuck!" Hermione screeched, her sensitivity shooting up. "Master! Master, I-I'm gonna-"
Draco straightened up, looking cool as a cucumber and entirely too pleased with himself. "Yes, yes, feel free to come whenever you like. But you'd better not forget to thank your master."
The coil snapped, blinding pleasure rushing through her. "AAH! Oh! Oh god! Master, master, thank you, thank you, thank you-" Hermione tossed her head back and forth deliriously, hardly aware of the words tearing out of her throat.
Draco didn't give her a moment to recover. The moment she came down from her high, he pulled her up by both chains and claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss.
Hermione gasped in surprise. He didn't usually kiss her when they played this particular game, but she didn't complain as their tongues wrestled. Draco's hand tangled in her sweaty hair while she tugged him closer by his belt loops.
She broke the kiss with a yelp when he suddenly spanked her cunt. Nimble fingers snaked up her belly and teased her nipples, twisting the hard peaks until delicious pain shot down her spine. "Master…" Hermione whimpered, arching into his touch. "Still not satisfied, eh?" Draco chuckled.
She panted. "Never…satisfied. Need you…all the time."
He hummed thoughtfully, continuing to toy with her nipples. She squirmed at his ministrations, certain her burning arousal was leaving a damp spot on the blankets.
When she thought she could take no more teasing, Draco leaned in and captured her lips in a surprisingly tender kiss. But when he pulled back, his eyes were anything but. He looked like he intended to eat her alive.
"In that case," he began darkly, "perhaps you would like to show our audience how much of a whore you are for my cock."
Somehow, Hermione grew even hotter, her inner walls spasming at the thought of him buried inside her.
Draco smacked her pussy again, and she moaned at the sting. "Answer me, slut. Do you want to be put on display or not?"
Judging by her rather intense reactions, he was beginning to wonder if she was more of an exhibitionist than either of them thought, and wanted to test her. But given this was still new territory for her, he needed her verbal consent before taking things any further.
Hermione's eyes flitted briefly to the window, heart racing in her chest. Then, she nodded sharply. "Yes, Master. Please show me off…"
It was all Draco needed.
Grinning wolfishly, he hauled her to her feet, chains rattling with the movement. His lips met hers in a hard, claiming kiss. She sighed happily, the taste of him making her head swim. Draco withdrew too soon and patted her cheek just hard enough to sting. "Stand facing the window and put your hands against the glass."
Hermione's breath caught at the command. Nevertheless, she obeyed, nervousness and arousal warring within her. The glass was cold against her palms as she leaned against it, keeping her eyes cast down. She could still feel the stares on her, making her skin prickle. Her chest expanded slowly as she took several stabilizing breaths.
Draco came up behind her, his scent calming her almost immediately.
Everything's okay. Master is here. He'll take care of you. Let go. The steady voice of her inner submissive made Hermione relax. She trusted Draco. He knew what he was doing. And more than anything, she wanted to please him.
A warm, wet tongue against her ear drew her from her thoughts, and she shivered. "Okay?" he whispered. A tiny, grateful smile tugged at her lips. "Yes," she murmured in reply.
Draco kissed the top of her head and ran a loving finger across her collar. "Whose name are you wearing, filthy girl?" he growled.
"Mmm…yours, Master," Hermione answered, pressing her arse back against his growing bulge. Draco grabbed a handful of her offered bum, sinking his nails into the round flesh until she hissed. "Who do you belong to?" Both hands descended harshly on her arse, making her gasp. "I belong to you, Master!"
"Fucking right, you do. Everything, from your tight little cunt to your filthy fucking mouth is all mine. Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to show off! Isn't that right, love?"
Hermione's reply was cut off as Draco withdrew his prick and rested it between her arse cheeks. She panted, shifting her hips in hopes that it would brush against her dripping entrance, but another hard spank stilled her. "Better answer me, my naughty girl," Draco sang, rubbing his dick against her bum. "Otherwise I'll just get myself off and leave you here in agony." Hermione's eyes widened at the threat, knowing he was not joking.
"Oh, yes Master, I'm all yours. Please…do whatever you want to me. I need you!" He smirked triumphantly at her pleading tone. "Filthy little whore. You're addicted to my cock, aren't you?" Hermione whimpered, nodding erratically. Draco slapped her cunt with his prick, making her flinch in surprise. "Say it. Say you're addicted."
"Fuck, I'm addicted to your cock, Master!"
Satisfied, he prodded her entrance with the head of his dick. She moaned as he eased the tip inside her hungry pussy…than stopped.
Hermione whined desperately, making him chuckle. "If you want it that badly, you'll have to work for it," said Draco, running a possessive hand up her back.
Flexing her fingers against the glass, the Gryffindor eased her hips backwards, praying he wouldn't pull away. He didn't, and she nearly sobbed in euphoria as he filled her.
"Don't just stand there now," Draco said huskily, "fuck yourself. Show our audience how much you love it."
Hermione didn't need to be told twice.
Spreading her legs as far as the chains would allow, she began to rock back and forth, fucking herself slowly on her master's cock. Her hungry cunt squeezed him greedily, allowing her to feel every vein caressing her walls.
Hermione's soft, sweet pants evolved into a heated cry when Draco delivered a hard smack to her arse, nearly making her lose her footing.
"You call that fucking, you ungrateful slut? Ride me like you mean it!" the Slytherin barked. Hermione complied with a whine, pistoning backwards until her bum slapped against his hips.
Draco continued to stand stock-still, watching his lovely slave impale herself on his cock again and again with barely controlled desire. It was taking Herculean self-control to not thrust into her, and he honestly wasn't certain how much longer he'd last. Her delectable arse bounced each time she drove it against his hips, the sight making his mouth water as he bit down on his lip to restrain himself.
However, Draco found himself unable to resist gifting her with a few more spankings, breath hitching as her glorious cunt clamped around him tighter with each strike. "You like it when I spank you, do you? Then have some more!" Draco panted, adding yet another hand-shaped mark to her abused backside.
"Oh gods!" Hermione cried out in ecstasy. "Fuck, you do like that, don't you? Just feel that pussy clench!" he hissed, reveling in her needy moan.
"Master, please, more…" she gasped, struggling to fuck herself as hard as she wanted at the challenging angle. "What was that? Couldn't quite hear you, darling," Draco replied, a malicious smirk pulling at his mouth. The Gryffindor's legs shook as she bit back the string of obscenities she was tempted to snarl at him.
"Please…" she whimpered, licking her dry lips, "…please fuck me!" The vicious Slytherin sighed as though she was asking him a huge favor. "Well, I suppose you've been fairly well-behaved."
Hermione had barely registered his reply when she was suddenly shoved right against the glass. Her gasp of surprise swiftly turned into a choked scream as Draco's disinterested façade fell away, and he plowed into her mercilessly. Her chains clattered against the glass as he practically lifted her off her feet, leaving Hermione scrambling for something to hold onto as he fucked her within an inch of her life.
His cock struck her g-spot once, twice, and a third time, and then she was crying out as her second orgasm of the night rushed through her. Draco grunted as her tight cunt spasmed around him, squeezing his eyes shut as he suppressed his own release.
Hermione slumped against him once she came down from her high, his steady hold and the window the only things keeping her from collapsing. He nipped at a sensitive spot by her ear, drawing a weak moan from his girlfriend. "Put those hands back on the glass. I'm not done with you yet," he growled lowly.
Though her limbs trembled with fatigue, Hermione obeyed, bracing herself once again against the window. "Good girl," Draco murmured, kissing her cheek rewardingly. Her pussy fluttered around him.
This time, he pulled out slowly, letting her feel every aching inch of him. He continued until the tip of his cock was just barely still inside her – then slammed back in.
"OH!" Hermione cried. Draco repeated the action, withdrawing himself painfully slowly before snapping his hips forward again. Hermione's eyes rolled to the back of her head, his cock pummeling her battered walls deliciously. Her nipples pressed into the window, her breath fogging the glass.
When her vision came back into focus, she was once again met with several unfamiliar gazes. This time, rather than freeze with humiliation, Hermione stared back at them curiously. Many of the strangers were casting her appreciative glances, clearly enjoying the scene; some more so than others. A few were blatantly pleasuring themselves, or receiving pleasure from a willing partner. Hermione thought she even saw a couple fucking up in the darkest corner of the viewing room.
As her eyes roved from one foreign heated gaze to the next, her heart beat harder and faster. All these people, these complete strangers, were getting off to them. To her. After tonight, whenever the name Hermione Granger came up, there would be a group of people that would not think of the perfect Golden Girl that could do no wrong, but of a writhing, moaning, chained up mess getting railed by her boyfriend.
A rush of heat so intense it felt like a lick of fire against her skin shot straight through her, and suddenly, Hermione was coming with an intensity that she'd never experienced. She felt more than heard herself scream, her world whiting out from the sheer ecstasy.
Draco gasped in part surprise and part pleasure as her pussy milked his cock for all it was worth, and this time, he allowed her to take him down with her. His hips stuttered as he fucked her through her orgasm, then a long groan tore from his throat as his cock flooded her insides.
With his mind reeling from his release, Draco barely heard Hermione whimper, "H-Heathcliff…Heathcliff…"
Blinking as he rapidly crashed back down to earth, the Slytherin quickly pulled out his softening prick. He gathered his unresponsive girlfriend in his arms, lifting her bridal style as he carried her to the sofa. Cradling her close, he knocked on the coffee table and their audience vanished behind the illusion once more.
Draco carefully arranged Hermione in his lap, pressing a hand to her hot cheek. "Hermione? Angel, can you hear me?" he whispered, brushing away the hairs that had stuck to her sweaty face. Slowly, her brown eyes fluttered open, and his breath left him in a rush of relief.
"Hey, there she is. My little lioness," Draco crooned, kissing her forehead tenderly. Hermione gave a tired smile, nuzzling into his neck. He gently tilted her head from side to side and ran a scrutinous gaze down her body.
Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he then leveled her with a serious look. "How are you feeling, love? What do you need?" She drew in a steadying breath. "Just need…a minute…" she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. Nodding, Draco set to work removing the chains from her wrists and ankles. He moved to take her collar off too, but she placed a gentle hand atop his and said, "No, don't…I want to leave it on."
Smiling softly at his love, Draco leaned in to press the tenderest of kisses to her bruised lips. "As you wish."
Hermione grinned drunkenly, snuggling up to him. He chuckled a bit as he wrapped her firmly in his arms. She was always so cuddly after their playtimes, and he absolutely loved it. He adored seeing her like this, completely relaxed, satisfied, and carefree. She deserved to live as stress-free of a life as possible, and he was determined to give her that to the best of his ability.
"That was…I can't even…wow. I wish I'd convinced myself to try out exhibitionism sooner!" Hermione declared after several minutes of comfortable silence. Draco laughed airily. "Honestly, I wasn't expecting you to have such an intense reaction. I think you might be more of an exhibitionist than I am!"
She smiled shyly. "Well, maybe…but, um, I think I want to wait a bit before we try it again. As amazing as it was, it was also kind of overwhelming…I thought I was going to pass out from that last orgasm!"
Draco nodded. "Then we'll wait. Perhaps next time, we should only have the window unveiled for part of it, to give you more time to get used to the stares." He frowned thoughtfully. "We probably should have done it that way tonight, too…I'm sorry, Hermione. I'll do better next time."
Hermione shook her head at his apology. "It's alright, Draco. We're both still discovering our wants and limits, it's only natural we'll have a hiccup every now and then. I'm really okay, I just got a bit too exhausted at the end. But I truly did love it!"
Draco smiled appreciatively. "I'm glad. I always want to make you feel good. And you did exceptionally well tonight, love. I'm very proud." Hermione grinned, albeit a bit shyly, which made his chest rumble with laughter. No matter how degraded, twisted, and dirty their games got, he hoped he never lost the ability to make her blush.
"Now," the Slytherin summoned a blanket from the bed and wrapped her with it. Hermione blinked as he then Accio'd her dress and undergarments, folded them up, and placed them on top of her stomach.
"I'm taking you to one of the Aftercare Nooks. We should make sure everything's as it should be, and you need to recover," Draco said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Hermione looked up at him, mouth quirking into a smirk as he carried her to the door.
"Yes, Master."
Draco peered down at her, cocking a scolding brow and repressing a smile.
"Cheeky little slave."
Holy crap, that might have been the most fun I've had writing anything in my life, no joke. I never imagined writing about a sex club would be so entertaining! I'm actually a little attached to this place I've created, I think I'll revisit it in a future one shot, maybe with Draco as the sub this time? Oooh, the possibilities! I finally have a chance to put all the useless porn I've watched to good use!
I mean no, mom, I don't watch porn and I'm a virgin, please don't ground me.