Chapter 6

"Malfoy…" Hermione's voice trembled. "Malfoy, I'm sorry. I didn't m-"

"No." He interrupted her with a soft voice that shot chills of terror down her spine. "No, you're not sorry." Lithely, he jumped up, tall and imposing as he approached her. "But you will be."

She took another step back, but he reached out, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her over to the armchair. He was stronger than she was, and she didn't have much choice but to be pulled along.

"What are you going to do?" She couldn't keep the fear out of her voice.

Instead of answering her, he wordlessly grabbed her tie that was hanging over the armrest and spun her around to face away from him, pinning her arm against her back in one quick movement.

Her fear was mounting. This was exactly what she was afraid would happen. It was one thing to be told what to do, and still be the one performing those actions. It was quite another to have things done to her and have absolutely no control.

"Wait, Malfoy. Please!" Hermione knew that she sounded desperate. She didn't care.

He still didn't respond, but reached out and yanked her other arm behind her. He held her arms together and wrapped the silk tie around her wrists. Her body jerked with a sudden pull on the material as the tie tightened with a knot, restricting her movement.

"Ow! Malfoy, wait! I can-"

With a sharp tug on her bindings, he pulled her into his chest and brought his lips to her ear. "Too late."

He pulled roughly on the tie so that she was forced to walk backwards, breasts jutting out in front of her. She looked over her shoulder to try and see where he was taking her, but he just sat down on his armchair. He pulled again, and she stumbled backwards, falling onto his lap. Before she had a chance to get her bearings, he pushed her over the side of the arm rest so her arse was in the air. He shifted his leg to rest atop her calves, locking her legs down and pinning her in place. She squirmed in response, but he held her in a tight grip. She couldn't move. With one hand, he flipped her skirt up so that it covered her bound wrists, and placed his palm, gently, on her left arse cheek.

"Any last requests, Mudblood?" The blood rushed to her head, and she stared at the curls of her hair, hanging down to the floor. Her breasts felt strange and uncomfortable, hanging free at this angle with no support. His fingers twitched against her arse.

Her two-fold threat was the only thing she had. "Malfoy," she pleaded. She was truly scared. "Remember - when this is over I can spank you twice as hard. And twice as much!"

He chuckled darkly. "I sincerely hope you do. How about ten? Then you can give me twenty. Tell you what. You can smack me just as much as you want."

Oh fuck!

What the hell was wrong with him? She squeezed her eyes tight and tensed for the blow. At least she wouldn't have to look at him while he did it.

"Count."

The contact with his hand disappeared, and Hermione braced herself. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! She felt a brief rush of wind and then-

SMACK!

She cried out and tried to buck out of his grip. It hurt!

"Count or I'll add more."

"One!" she snarled at him.

THWACK!

She yelled again. Her skin stung.

"Two!"

She squirmed, trying to get away, but his leg tightened, pinning her more securely in place.

"Are you sorry that you smacked me, Mudblood?" he asked while rubbing the hurt cheek, sending electric tingles to her core. Was… was she getting even wetter?

"Yes! Damn it!"

"I don't think you're sorry enough," he replied dismissively.

SMACK!

She shrieked as his hand came down on her right cheek. She squeezed her arse, making the lips of her vagina throb.

"Aaaaah! Three!" She wriggled uselessly. She couldn't control the impulse to struggle against her bonds. Her body had to do something in the face of his onslaught. She couldn't take it and stay still.

"I am, I am sorry! Malfoy, please stop!"

"Do you know what a filthy girl you are?"

THWACK!

Hermione felt tears forming in her eyes. The sting on her right cheek hadn't even receded before he'd smacked her there again. She felt hot all over, the tingle and burn of her rear end almost unbearable. But she felt herself clench, again. She wanted to be touched.

"Four!"

"You were absolutely dripping when I ordered you to service me." He rubbed one cheek, then the other. She could hear him breathing heavily.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" she screamed at him, needing an outlet for the pain.

SMACK!

His hand landed on her upper thigh, providing a reprieve from her bruised derriere but hurting even more so since there was less cushion. She tried to move again, but his arm held her in place.

"Five!" She kicked her feet against the other arm rest. It was painful, but each smack heightened the need to be touched, rubbed, filled. All other thoughts fled her mind as her concentration zeroed in on three things - the sting of his palm, the panicked anticipation of the next strike, and the need for relief that built with every moment.

"You loved it when I used you like a fucking piece of furniture."

THWACK!

"Six!" she whined as his hand landed on her other upper thigh. "Please stop!" His thumb was near her core. If he would just move it lower. She tried to shift, but he wouldn't let her.

"I saw your cunt clench when I called you a Mudblood."

She squeezed her butt cheeks together and gasped at the friction it caused between her legs. Her lips must be extremely swollen now.

"So what! You're such a-"

SMACK!

He hit her stinging cheeks again.

"Seven! Malfoy!" she pleaded. "This really hurts, please!" She squeezed her cheeks together again, trying to do something to alleviate the pain, but again rubbing her nether region in the process.

"You were practically creaming yourself when I examined you like a broodmare."

"Go to hell!"

The hits came more quickly.

THWACK!

"Eight!" she wailed and tried to buck out of his hold. The space between her legs was hot and pulsing.

"You're absolutely filthy."

"You're disgusting!" she spat back.

SMACK!

"Nine!" she sobbed, real tears coming out of her eyes. If he would only touch her there.

"You want to be used by me."

"Fuck you! You're sicker than I am, Mal-"

THWACK!

"Aaah! Ten!" Hermione screamed and bucked, his arm tightening around her, restricting her movements again.

"I'd bet my last Knut that you're on the edge of coming right now."

His middle finger suddenly entered her cunt, his other fingers splayed against her butt cheeks, and she choked, gasping and falling slack. She felt herself contracting around him again and again as a warm electricity zapped from her core through her body. The pain she had just experienced made the pleasure that much more acute.

Hermione gasped for breath, hanging over the armrest, held in place by him with his finger in her cunt. She clenched around his digit and squirmed. Slowly, Malfoy extracted his finger to the tip and then pushed it in again.

"Oh god!" she sucked in air and tried to push herself out towards him from her awkward position over the armrest, trying to increase the contact. He rewarded her by repeating the motion. She keened and moaned as it slipped back in. He was stretching her, and it felt so good. She wanted more. His finger was long, and she could feel every inch as it moved inside her. She tried not to picture what she must look like, shoving her arse at Malfoy, trying to fuck his hand. She didn't care. The skin of her rear was hot and stinging, and she just wanted to be filled.

"Another finger, Granger?"

"Yes!" she gasped.

"Beg."

To hell with him!

"Please!"

"Please what?"

She shrieked in frustration. "Please put your motherfu-" She choked another gasp as he extracted his finger and pushed two inside of her. Stretching her, curling up and sliding in and out.

"Do you want to come?"

He wanted her to beg. She didn't care. "Yes! Please make me come! You sodding -"

Malfoy's thumb swiped her clit, and she growled something unintelligible. She kept trying to push back against him while his fingers reached deep. His thumb circled her clit, then swiped and rubbed until Hermione felt her orgasm blast through her.

She gritted her teeth and then shrieked, hanging over the armrest. Her walls fluttered and tightened around his fingers as wave after wave coursed through her. He slowly circled her clit as she came down, swiping lightly again and again. As she shuddered and whimpered, the tie around her hands loosened. The fabric was pulled away, and she let her arms fall to her sides. She was boneless and simply sagged over the armrest.

After a few seconds breathing slowly, Malfoy removed his leg from atop her calves and gently pulled her up onto his lap. He cradled her into his chest, careful with her tender rear end. His thumbs rubbed circular patterns on her spine and into her back. She didn't have the energy to do anything aside from melt into him and his touch, allowing the pent up tension from this evening to slowly leave her body.

She lay against him in silence and wiped at her tears. His thumbs worked her back slowly, tenderly, methodically. It was… Nice. She closed her eyes and received the comfort for a few minutes.

"Malfoy?" Her voice was hoarse from screaming. Her lips brushed the skin of his chest.

"Mmmm?" His voice vibrated from within him.

Hopefully he would heal her, like he did earlier. "My arse really hurts," she said, sniffling.

Cradling her to his chest with one arm, he reached for his wand and summoned a jar from his room. She tensed as he deftly caught it in his hand. It had a purplish gel inside. Hermione recognized Madam Pomfrey's writing on the label.

"Relax, Granger." She could feel him smirking into her hair. "I nicked this from the infirmary for when I'm sore from Quidditch," he explained.

Her eyes widened as she remembered the contract stipulation he'd rejected about not needing Madam Pomfrey to heal her. Maybe this was all he meant. And if so, then she didn't need to worry about knives, broken bones, and other violent acts. She could take a spanking. It hurt, it was embarrassing, and she didn't think she'd ever be able to look the wretched little shit in the eyes again. But all things considered, it wasn't too bad.

Honestly, the worst part of being spanked was that she'd liked it so much.

He stopped rubbing his thumb into her back and reached around her to unscrew the cap from the jar. Hermione sat up and took it from him.

"I'll do it."

If he wasn't going to force her to let him heal her, she didn't want him to. Even being held by him was too intimate. She had needed time to recover after that (magnificent, mind-blowing, body-numbing, bloody fantastic) orgasm, and from the pain in her rear. Now there was no need for him to be so close.

Hermione stood up. His hands slipped off her body, and she glanced back. He looked disappointed but didn't say anything, letting her go. She turned around and walked towards the loo, flicking her eye at the clock as she walked past. Four hours left.

With each footfall, she wondered if he would order her to turn around so that he could rub the salve on her himself, but he was quiet. She entered and closed the door of the bathroom behind her, happy for some privacy and a few minutes for her thoughts.

Clearly, there were some lines that he wasn't willing to cross in this arrangement. The thought was mildly comforting, as was the discovery that Malfoy wasn't going to cause her severe pain. She thought back to the disappointed look on his face when she had taken the jar from him. Perhaps ordering her to stay so he could heal her would put him at a psychological disadvantage, and that's why he didn't do it. Wanting to heal her was different from wanting to spank her. She could hold it over him. It hardly meshed with the domineering, snarky, sexual tone he'd been projecting this evening. The previous times he had healed her, he had asked if she wanted it, not ordered her to accept it.

She uncapped the jar and spread some of the purple paste onto her rear end, sighing as it dissolved into her skin. There was a calm, cooling sensation, and the stinging hurt completely disappeared.

Good stuff. Malfoy knew what he was doing. Again, she thought back to his reason for learning healing and felt a deep-seated sympathy for him. Learning healing to deal with the war. The war had come to him and his family much sooner than it had to hers.

Bellatrix. Hermione shuddered.

She leaned forward on the counter and stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all over the place, her cheeks were pink, her brown eyes bright and glassy. Her chest and neck were flushed red. She looked like she'd been shagged several times over.

Malfoy had obviously planned on spanking her at some point tonight, as evidenced by the jar of healing ointment he'd had at the ready. But what had just happened was spontaneous - a response to her slap. She'd fought back physically against him, and he wasn't having it.

So. Verbal retorts he didn't mind; indeed, he seemed to enjoy them. Hermione had pretty much been running her mouth all night with no repercussions. However, he had drawn the line at obeying him and now, there was a cost for rebelling against him physically.

What she was really scared of was anal sex. He'd threatened it. Just like he had threatened to fuck her mouth. And maybe he'd still go through with it. Even if he would heal her afterwards, it would still be a painful experience. More painful than being spanked, she was sure, depending on how careful he was - if he would be careful at all. The situation was terrifying, allowing someone you didn't trust to have control over your body like that.

But maybe her twofold threat wasn't so useless after all. Ultimately, it would depend on what he really wanted her to do to him, and what he didn't. Thinking back on his words when she'd reminded him of the clause, she considered the relish with which he'd described her spanking and biting him. Now she understood why he'd agreed to it: he wanted her to be in control of his actions. He wanted her to spank him, to order him around. To give him pain. And he wanted to service her like she had been doing to him.

She wondered why. It went completely against everything his side of the war was fighting for.