Chapter Four

The melodious harmony coming from a flock of Blackburnian Warbler, chirping happily in the midst of dense foliage outside woke her up the next morning. Having only a few hours of sleep couldn't diminish her fatigue. Sunny weather outside couldn't boost her mood either.

Bloody hell, she was still unsure of her choice. What if she just lock herself in her room and hide from him all day?

No, bad decision, Hermione. He probably would blast the damn door and drag her out anyway.

To relieve the tension, hurriedly she went to the bathroom and took a long warm bath. She used a generous amount of vanilla scented soap as its perfume calmed and soothed her nerves.

She took a deep breath and kept muttering about how she would get grey hairs soon if she constantly being under distress like this.

After she dried her body and her hair, she sat in front of vanity mirror. Still wrapped in her silky bathrobe, she tried to lose the tangles in her unmanageable fizzy hair.

Not long after, she was surprised and dropped her comb when Nilly suddenly appeared in the room; she even shrieking a bit.

Causing the distress state of the young miss, Nilly felt terribly guilty then she started to hit her head with her fist, "Nilly is so sorry, miss. Bad Nilly, bad Nilly."

Nilly kept hitting his head until Hermione run to her and took her hands. "No, no, Nilly. It's okay. It's not your fault, I was just so caught up in my musing. No harm done Nilly. So, stop hitting yourself, okay?"

"T—Thank you, miss," Nilly finally said when she was done with her hitting.

"What's wrong Nilly? Is there anything I can help you with?" Hermione asked as she saw Nilly bringing something in her left hand.

"No, no, miss. Nilly is just delivering message from Master, miss. Master said that miss must join him for breakfast at 8 sharp in the dining parlor, miss. Master also asked miss to wear this dress, miss." Nilly gave her the dress then she excused herself out.

The pale gold dress she got from Nilly was beautiful, it felt so soft and silky against her skin. It seemed like a simple pretty tea dress with ribbons in the front, but the low cut in the chest was a bit too much for her usual taste. This wasn't like the kind of dress she used to wear. She didn't have the confident to put her not so pert breasts in a display, also, it was indecent. But the lord ordered her to use this, could she refuse? She had no other choice except to use the dress lest he would be angry with her. It was still so early in the morning for God's sake.

Then when she tried to unfold the dress, a note fell. Shock couldn't describe her feeling when she took and read that spidery scrawl note.

So many indecent words was about to slip her lips. Damn you, y—you son of a biscuit!

Her stomach clenched, cold sweat was wetting her hands. Then she began to biting her nails, an old habit she had long abandon. Bloody hell, she was in panic mode, again.

Oh, God. Please give me strength to get through this.

At five minutes to eight in the morning, she hurriedly run downstairs to the dining parlor. Damn, her dress wasn't comfortable to wear for running, as her breasts kept bouncing up and down. Her breasts hurt and she was out of her breath when she arrived in front of the dining parlor door. She tried to catch her breath and made her heartbeat steady.

Good, Hermione. Congratulations, looks like you are making the best decision ever. She said sarcastically to herself.

Slowly she opened the door and greeted by the very person who made her an emotional mess for the last few days. There he was, sitting calmly while reading newspaper. He glanced at her when she entered the room and then he gave her a mischievous smirk.

"Close the door and come here," he said to her and asked her to stand in front of him.

Shit, oh God forgive me for swearing so much lately. She could feel her heartbeats roaring in her ears. Her stomach clenched and she was trembling when she walked towards him. She was clutching her dress so hard to hide her shaking hands.

"Oh my, why you look so terrified my little siren?" he caressed her smooth cheek as she stood nervously in front of him.

"Hmm, so, what's your answer, my sweet girl?" He kept petting her while asking.

Her tongue froze and she couldn't make any response to his question. Her blood boiled inside her veins, making her cheeks become rosy red.

"Tsk tsk, you are not going to answer my question, girl? Should I just check it instead to confirm your answer?" He gave her a wicked smile when he said those words.

What? She felt like her heart drop into her stomach when she heard that. No, she would be dead in shame if he was going check that. How could he? How on earth could he ask her that? Asking her to come down sans her unmentionables, wearing the dress only if her answer to his offer was a 'yes'.

She had already decided to accept his offer last night. Beside the knowledge, he said he would pay if she help him to brew his potions. If she could collect some money by herself, even though it sounded like wishful thinking, but maybe, maybe someday she could collect enough money to free herself. Yes, someday. So, she made up her mind —willing to do whatever he asked her for. Still, she wasn't expecting his note this morning —ordering her to wear the dress with nothing beneath it. Could her pride get any lower than this?

Darn, it was too late to turning back now. She had to accept whatever consequences she deserved because of her decision.

Timidly, she started to speak to him, "Yes, sir. I accept the offer, sir." There, she finally said her answer to him.

So, that was the story of how Hermione Granger standing in front of her mentor only wearing the pale gold dress and nothing else. And that was also why her breasts hurt; it bouncing so much as it was unprotected under the thin fabric.

Good, he'd already known her answer the minute she stepped into the room. He could clearly see the pointy nipples that protruding under her thin dress. Oh how he loved that dress, it clung on her like her second skin. With the low décolletage, her ample breasts almost overflowed from that dress.

Shit, he was getting a hard on.

"I believe that's a good decision of you," he paused then gave her an attempt of innocence look, "but I shall probably checking it by myself to prove whether you do as I said or not."

"What? Please, no, sir. I have really done what you'd asked for, sir," she gave him a plea.

"Tsk, tsk, if I recall correctly, I asked you to obey me and you accepted it. It wasn't even five minutes ago. But you're already rebelling right away," he paused, then continued talking to her in his more succulent voice, "Now, pulled your dress up, girl. Let me look at your sweet little pussy. Do as I say, girl. It will be easier for both of us that way." He ordered her then gave her a stern look that called for obedience.

Hesitatingly, with her trembling hands, she started to pull her dress up and showed him her bare quim. She closed her eyes to lessen her embarrassment.

She heard him growling then she was startled when suddenly he lifted her and put her bottom at the edge of the dining table.

There she was, sitting on the table in front of him with her bare quim next to his face.

Horror hit her. No, no, she wasn't ready. Did he want to deflower her here, on the table? She might never imagine extravagant things when she would finally lose her virginity but this wasn't something that she wanted either. With her shaking hand she tried to cover her quim from his prying eyes but his hand prevented her to do so.

As if their minds were connected, he answered her mute question, "No, I won't pop you cherry. I only want to taste your sweet nectar again, girl. Rest assure, I won't go all the way until you're ready. So, be still and relax, girl. While, I enjoy this tasty meal." With that, he pried her legs apart then started to caress her inner thigh. He gave soft stroke then kissed and nibbled her thigh softly.

She was ashamed but her senses was overpowering her rational mind; she started to writhing and moaning when he explored her vulva, sliding his finger along her slit. Opening her pink flowers, then he began to make circular motions around her clitoris. Gradually, he licked the outer lips of her labia and the inner lips around the vagina. With his flatten up tongue, he then lapped her up from her perineum to her clitoris. Sweet Nimue, her sweet juice kept coming and he couldn't get enough of it. Moan after moan emitted from her lips, each became louder especially when he inserted his index finger into her vagina and rubbed her sensitive spot. She could feel something was building up inside her as he kept fingering her sweet spot and rolled his tongue around her button. Shortly after, when she was about to come, he sucked her clitoris hard then huge wave of pleasure hit her. Her loud moan reverberated in the room when she reached her peak. He kept lapping on her juices that coming from her virginal hole while she was laying limp on the table. After he was satisfied drinking her sweet nectar, he lifted her up from the table and put her to sit on his lap.

Good God, she ought to be ashamed and run away from him as fast as she could, instead she leaned limp against his body. She couldn't think, her mind was jumbled and her body became jelly.

Damn, he was so hard it hurts. But he would take care of it later. "Thanks for the meal, my sweet siren," he whispered to her hair, smelling her sweet scents, "Now, it's your turn to be fed properly." He then conjured up various meals on the table.

When she finally came down from her high and could think rather clearly, her face was so red with shame. She twitched in his lap and tried to escape, she kept fidgeting to free her body from his clutch. But, her movement was on a halt. Something hard was poking her bottom when she was wearily shifting against him. Oh no, what was that?

Merlin's pants, he wouldn't last a day if this continued. So, he took a vial from his pocket then drank its content to deflate his aching member.

"Damn, be still or you will be punished, girl. Or is that what you want? Being bent over my lap and spanked like a little bad girl until you plump derrières become rosy red?" He whispered his last few words to her ear, making her body became stiff suddenly.

"Good, now it's time to feed you. Open your mouth, girl," he said to her as he was about to feed her with a fresh strawberry coated with honey.

What? Is he being serious? She never had anyone fed her since she was about three year-old. So, she tried to hold his hand and refused politely, "No, thank you, sir. I am quite capable of feeding myself."

"Sure, I know, you silly girl. But, I need to make sure you eat properly because today's lesson will be hard. So, your energy needs to be recharged fully," yes, today's lessons are going to be hell, "Now, open your mouth and eat," he fed her again and she bit a little. "No, open your mouth wider, girl." Reluctantly, she opened her mouth wider and took the strawberry on one bite.

"Good, girl," he caressed her hair showing her his appraisal as she tried to eat everything that he gave until she was too full and couldn't eat anymore. She couldn't tell what she was eating before as her queasy feeling made everything she ate taste bland.

"Now lick my fingers clean and say thank you," he ordered her when she'd finished eating.

She really wanted to refuse and bite his fingers but she relented as she was afraid he would repay her shenanigan on their lesson that day. So, she licked the remnant of honey and crumbs that sticking on his fingers and then put his fingers into her mouth to clean it up throughoutly.

"Thank you for the meals, sir," she finally said with her barely heard voice.

Shit, he was getting hard on again. He couldn't wait to put not just his fingers into that hot sweet cavern. But first thing first. It was time for her first lesson then he could collect his payment later.

He made an evilly smirk as he led her to his private lab.