A/N: Hello, again! I apologize for the lateness of this chapter, but it has been a crazy week with school starting back up and all that!
This chapter is dedicated to my lovely Glitter, who first came up with the idea behind this whole chapter! I hope you all enjoy.
Beta: Glitter
The next morning, Hermione wakes just before her alarm goes off and lays in her bed, smiling up at the ceiling. All cozily wrapped up in her blankets, she sighs happily as her mind drifts back to the night before, but especially to when Tom walked her back to her room.
Tom stopped just beside her dorm building, tugging her close for a tight hug. "Here you go, sweet. Safe and sound. I do have one request of you."
Hermione sighed and rubbed her face against his coat before looking up at him curiously. "Yes, sir. What can I do?"
He smirked, stroking her hair softly. "Come by my office in the morning, 'round seven? I have a surprise for you."
"Yes, of course! That shouldn't be an issue." Her eyes widened as she bit down on her lower lip. "A surprise?"
Tom chuckled and leaned down to her, kissing her lips softly before gathering her in one last hug. "Yes. A surprise and it will stay a surprise until tomorrow. Go on; up to bed, sweet." His arms tightened around her one last time before he stepped away. "Goodnight."
Hermione sighed deeply and returned his hug, before pouting up at him, oh-so-adorably. "Yes, sir. Goodnight." Flashing him a quick wink, she turned and trotted up the stairs and into her dorm.
He stood on the sidewalk until she was safely inside, smiling a little to himself. Once the door was secured, he turned and headed back to his dark and quiet flat.
Hermione sighs again, this time wistfully before she slips from her bed and goes about getting ready for the day. Tugging on a pair of leggings under her skirt, she hesitates at putting on a bra before leaving it off with a giggle. She buttons up her shirt then pulls her sweater on over top.
Pausing at the hanging mirror, she eyes her figure before nodding. It's difficult to tell that she's not wearing a bra with the sweater on. And not having overly large breasts - but decent-sized handfuls that Tom seems to appreciate - helps in this instance. She finishes it off by wrapping Tom's scarf around her neck.
She grabs her bag and slips quietly from the room to avoid waking up her roommates. She slips down the stairs, through the common room and out into the cold.
Hermione shivers as she picks up the pace down the sidewalk. There are very few others out and about this time of the morning. She squints a little as she spots the distinctive Professor Dumbledore walking down the other side of the green with who appears to be the music professor, Sirius Black, and one of the literature professors, Remus Lupin. Dismissing them from her thoughts, she moves to the sciences building and scampers in as quickly as possible.
Stamping and wiping the damp from her shoes, she winces at the squeaking of her soles on the clean floors before she heads up to Tom's office with a glance at the clock. 6:56 am, right on time! Hermione smiles at the thought before she exits the stairwell and walks over to his office door, knocking lightly upon reaching it.
There is the faint sound of steps before the door opens, and Tom smiles upon seeing her. "Good morning, Ms. Granger."
"Good morning, Dr. Riddle. You wanted to see me?" Hermione wraps her fingers around her bag's strap, blushing as she looks up at him.
Tom nods and steps back, holding the door open for her as she steps into the office. Once she's in, he closes then locks the door.
She glances back at him with a curious expression, her brows arching slightly as she watches him step closer and lean in to kiss her. Sighing happily, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, and presses close, kissing him back.
He chuckles and strokes her back and sides, rubbing his palms along her ribs and pulling her tight against his body. "That is a much better greeting, sweet."
Hermione laughs softly and snuggles into his embrace. "I wish I could greet you like that every morning." She hums happily and rests her head against his shoulder.
Tom nods and frees an arm for a moment to tug her heavy bag from her shoulder, dropping it into the chair, before hugging her again. "Me too, sweet." He smiles and holds her for a few minutes longer, each breathing in the other's scent deeply and merely relaxing together. "One day."
Finally, Hermione looks up to him, biting her lower lip. "Soooo." She smiles sweetly. "You mentioned that you have a surprise for me?"
Tom laughs, looking down at her with narrowed eyes. "Oh? Is that the only reason you've come here, then? You want your surprise?"
She grins and nods, before pulling a pleading, pouting expression onto her face. "Please, sir? May I have my surprise?" Her fingers stroke down his chest, lingering on his buttons as she makes her way down his stomach and lightly grazing his half-hard cock through his pants.
He groans softly, his fingers clenching her shoulders a moment before he steps away from her. "You are a minx. That is not your surprise, not at the moment." He grins down at her true pouting expression now before he walks over to his table. "Come here, sweet. For your surprise, I'll need you to remove your knickers and pull up your skirt."
He steps around his desk and reaches into a drawer, removing a length of soft, cream coloured rope, before he looks over at her.
Hermione is standing closer but hasn't done anything else, her widened eyes fastened on him.
"Hermione? This is not optional. I am not going to do anything that will hurt you, you know that."
She swallows and nods quickly, "Yes, sir, I know! I just… I forgot."
Tom straightens, his eyes narrowing slowly as he looks at her. "You forgot?" He frowns, looking at her for a moment longer before his eyes flicker down to her legs. "You're wearing leggings."
Hermione nods slowly. "I'm sorry, sir! I didn't think about it; I was just trying to get dressed and-!" She freezes as he raises a hand, palm out, to stop her from speaking any further.
"Enough. This is not simply a case of 'I forgot', Hermione. When I give you explicit instructions, you are to follow them at all times. Do you understand?" Tom continues to frown, his darkened eyes fastened on her face.
"Yes, sir. I understand." Hermione clasps her hands in front of her, looking down before she sniffs a little. "I apologize, sir."
Tom sighs before he sinks back into his chair, watching her closely for a long quiet moment. He frowns, rubbing his thumb along his lower lip before he shifts and swivels the chair to the side. "Come here, Hermione."
She steps closer, her head bowed. When she is close enough, he reaches out and pulls her even closer by the hem of her skirt. "Closer." She steps in between his spread legs, still without picking her head up.
"Good girl." He glances up at her face; his expression kept blank before he reaches under her skirt and tugs the leggings down past her knees. "This was meant to be a reward for you today, sweet. It will be your first experience with kinbaku. You may have come across it during your own research?" He looks up at her then.
Hermione nods slowly. Tom motions with one hand, "Well. Go on."
She takes a deep breath then raises her face enough to look at him with sorrowful eyes. "Yes, sir. It's the Japanese art of rope bondage, also known as shibari. The usage of rope to create aesthetically pleasing pieces while also restraining and… exciting the one being bound." A blush has crept across her face as she looks down at him.
Tom nods, "Yes, that's all correct. You experienced Severus's mastery; he tends towards using his voice and sensation play. You'll have at least one more training session featuring another colleague and their expertise. Today, you'll get a taste of my particular skill." He picks up the length of rope lying across his lap. "This is linen rope, my preferred type. The original intention for today was to bind you in a mata nawa shibari, which will wrap around your waist and between your legs to stimulate your clitoris to the point of orgasm."
Hermione's head jerks a little, and she looks down at him with wide eyes, her lips parting in surprise. "But, I have class…!"
Tom looks up at her, his lips tightening into a line. "I did not give you permission to speak, Hermione."
She swallows hard, flushing in shame, before she looks down again, murmur, "I'm sorry, sir."
He waits a long moment, his eyes fastened on her bowed head, before he nods. "As I said, that was the original intention. However, you broke the first rule I gave you by wearing leggings today. I specifically told you to wear knee socks, and I'll expand upon that to say that you may wear any length socks, thigh to ankle. But no leggings. So, in punishment, you will wear the rope today, as planned. However, you are not allowed to come until you've come to me during the lunch period to have it removed, and only then will I decide if you may come or not."
Hermione whimpers softly but nods, closing her eyes. "Yes, sir."
Tom nods, before reaching out and softly touching her chin. "Hermione, look at me."
Her eyes open slowly, brown eyes shining, and she looks down at him.
He sighs softly and strokes her jaw with his thumb, just once, before allowing his hand to drop. "Sweet, our relationship… is going to be different, you know that. And you know that you must follow my rules, or there will be a corresponding punishment." He waits for her nod before continuing. "I find that I don't care for punishing you; you are such a good, sweet girl, but it must be done. Do you understand?"
Hermione nods again, her fingers twitching as though to reach for him before she interlaces her hands together. "Yes, sir."
Tom reaches out and tugs her hands up to his mouth, kissing her laced fingers gently, before releasing her. "Push your knickers down as well, and hold up your skirt."
He unwraps the length of rope as he waits, watching her do as he instructed. Once she is holding her skirt up, he leans forward in the chair, pushing her legs farther apart. "There, stand just like that until I tell you to move."
With a few deft moves, Tom wraps the rope around her waist, between her legs and back around her waist again. He holds the pieces loosely in his hands as he shifts them around and pulls it center, so that the small knot he has placed on the length of rope is settled just alongside her clit. He smirks, brushing his knuckles against her warm center, and chuckles at the shudder his touch elicits.
He ties the rope after cinching it tighter around her to prevent it from falling, and grabbing a pair of scissors, removes the extra ends. After placing the loose pieces on his desk, he reaches down and tugs her knickers back up, followed by her leggings. "There you go, sweet. All set."
Hermione nibbles at her lower lip as she pulls her legs back together, but then she gasps when the knot rubs against her clit. "Oh! I don't have to wear this all day, you said?"
Tom shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, love, just until the lunch hour." He glances over at the wall clock. "It's almost eight, so you'll have it approximately four hours. If it were a more strenuous or restrictive knotting, that would be far too long a time to wear it, but taking into account that you'll be sitting for most of that time, and there's no risk of circulation issues, you'll be perfectly fine. You must remember, however, that you must not orgasm."
Hermione whimpers softly when she moves and the ropes shift and rub against her skin, particularly that small knot that keeps brushing her clit. "This is going to be so hard." She winces a little at the sound of her voice, just this side of whining.
He chuckles as he pushes his chair back and stands, looking down into her eyes now that he has the height advantage again. "I know, sweet. It is a punishment. You were going to be allowed as many orgasms as you could have until you came to me again. It's such a subtle change that means all the world." He reaches out and strokes her cheek, before leaning down and kissing her lips softly. "You'll be a good girl, and I'll see you here, at noon."
Hermione huffs softly after returning his kiss with interest, but then nods, "Yes, sir. Thank you."
"You're rather welcome, sweet," Tom smirks and watches her walk oh-so-carefully around his desk and gather her bag. With a final look over her shoulder, a small pout still on her lips, she walks to the door, unlocks it and heads out into the hall.
Tom chuckles and sits back down into his chair. I'll be pleasantly surprised if she can make it to lunch.
. . . . .
The first hour is, while not completely comfortable, also not the worst. Walking made the sensation about a thousand times stronger and Hermione is hard pressed to keep from moaning out loud with every step while making her way from class to class.
The second hour is torture. The normally pleasurable sensation of a building orgasm is hot and heavy in her stomach while the feel of the rope under her knickers is a constant reminder of her reward-turned-punishment and Tom's directions. No orgasms.
By the third hour, Hermione is sure she'll come, whether she wants to or not. The constant subtle stimulation of her clitoris has her pussy pulsating and dripping, soaking through her knickers and leggings. I'm not going to make it…
Walking to her last class before lunch, Hermione stops at least twice, flushed and a bit sweaty, while trying to control the faint trembling throughout her body. Theodore Nott pauses in the hallway after spotting her leaning against the wall and panting shallowly through her mouth.
"Granger, you all right?"
Hermione's eyes shoot up to Theo's and she nods. "Oh, yeah, no! I'm fine. Just a little overheated, I think."
He frowns, looking her over closely. "Maybe you should take off the sweater. Do you need some help to class?"
She shakes her head, gasping a little as the movement causes her whole body to shift, which causes the rope to scrape her clit again. "No-oo, no. I'm ok! I'll just… I'll head to class and then maybe lay down after. I'm good, thank you."
"Uh huh. If you say so, Granger. Just… don't let that big brain keep you from taking care of yourself." He nods at her then walks off, glancing back at her once more before entering his next class.
Hermione gulps and, digging her fingers into her bag's strap and clenching her thighs tight together, quickly makes her way to her last class before lunch, struggling to keep her moans unheard until she gets to her desk.
After class, she waits until the rest has already left and, carefully, stands and walks from the room. The knot rubs against her clit and makes her shudder, groaning softly, as she skips the stairs in favor of the elevator for her own sanity.
Approaching Tom's office for the second time that day, she leans against the wall near the door and covers her face with her hands, moaning softly.
Suddenly, the door opens and she looks up in surprise, before startling again when it's not Tom, but rather Lucius Malfoy standing right in front of her, looking down at her with as much surprise as she has on her face. It only lasts a moment before it morphs into something else, something warm that merely stokes the fires in her belly.
"Ms. Granger, what a… pleasant surprise." Lucius steps closer and reaches out to the younger woman, scooping up a limp hand and pressing his mouth to her fingers. Hermione jumps and tugs her hand away when she feels what she is sure is his tongue on her skin.
"Mr. Malfoy! I wasn't expecting to run into you, but it's so nice to see you again. I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry to meet with Dr. Riddle before lunch is over." She smiles tightly, shuddering when she moves to walk around him with a barely stifled gasp.
Lucius's pale brows arch as he looks down at her. "My dear, you don't seem well. You are awfully flushed. Maybe you should be going down to visit Madame Pomfrey instead."
Hermione whimpers and shakes her head sharply. "Oh, no, I'm fine, but thank you! Just a little… overheated. I rushed here from my last class and, ohhh-!" She whimpers when she moves closer to Tom's door, curling up over her bag a little. She never saw Lucius's brows fly up towards his hairline in surprise.
She straightens again and knocks on Tom's door firmly, before looking over with a smile to Lucius. "I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but perhaps we'll have more time to speak again another time!"
Tom opens his door quickly at the knock but freezes in place, still standing within the office, upon hearing Hermione's words. He shakes himself and peeks out with a smirk. "Lucius. Still here, are you? Do I need to call Draco up to walk you out? Please, come in, Ms. Granger." He holds out a hand, ushering Hermione into his office, before nodding to his old friend. "Good afternoon, Lucius."
The door shuts firmly behind the chemistry professor, leaving Lucius smirking bemusedly at the door. "Interesting…" He chuckles before striding off down the hall, swinging his cane in an idle arc as he goes.
Inside the office, Hermione is leaning against the chair, her bag abandoned on the floor, as she moans out, "Please, please, sir, I can't take it anymore! I think I'm going to explode!"
Tom flips the lock on his door before walking over to her slowly. "And have you come, Hermione?"
She shakes her head vigorously, her curls falling over her head and muffling her pleading, "No, no, no! No, sir. I didn't come! I promise! Please, can you take it off? May I come? I need…!"
He chuckles softly and reaches out, flipping her skirt up over her waist and carefully peels her leggings and knickers down her legs. "What have you learned today, sweet?"
"No leggings! Only socks. Please, may I take off my sweater? I'm so hot!" She is near tears, her entire body completely overstimulated.
Tom purses his lips and reaches out, tugging the sweater up and fighting it off of her. "Easy, sweet. Let me take care of you now." He removes the sweater, taking care with her hair, before unbuttoning the collar and wrists of her shirt. He moves back behind her and, after tugging off her flats, pushes the leggings and knickers off completely, setting them with her sweater in the seat of the chair.
She gasps softly in relief as the cooler air swirls around her now bare legs, before moaning when Tom kisses the curve of her arse.
"Hold still, love. Just a moment longer." He steps over to the desk and grabs his scissors. With a few quick snips at either side of her hips, the rope loosens and slips away from her waist. One of his hands wraps around her calf and moves the leg over so that he can reach up and peel the rope from her sopping wet cunt, drawing out a long, shuddering groan from her throat. The rope is completely soaked through with her juices, and he smiles in satisfaction. "What a good girl. Your little pussy is so beautiful with my rope around it; all swollen and dusky rose."
He tosses the now cut-up rope to the side before he kneels down behind her. Tom's fingers stroke along the outside of her glistening lips, before nudging her over a bit. "Lean over the arm, love. There we go." He glances over her stretched legs before leaning in and swiping his tongue over her center.
Hermione cries out into her arm at the feeling of Tom's tongue against her hypersensitive parts. "Oh! Please, may I come now, sir?"
Tom smirks and licks her again, then again, slower and from her clit all the way up to the edge of her arse. "Yes, sweet, you may come. You may want to… here." He reaches around and shoves her knickers into her mouth, grinning at the blazing look she tosses him over her shoulder. She is completely immersed in her need to come, but the white-hot edges of her anger amuse him.
Knickers in her mouth, she groans again when Tom leans back into her and applies his tongue to her pussy, swirling, thrusting and flicking. Almost as soon as he strikes her clit, once then twice, her orgasm crashes over her entire body, and she shudders and screams into the bundled knickers, as well as pressing her face into the bundle of her sweater and leggings to further muffle her cries.
Tom continues to lick, fucking her with his agile tongue, as she comes. His hands clutch her arse, pulling her back against him for a better angle as he latches onto her clit, sucking at it gently and grinning as another orgasm floods through her.
Hermione cries out again, tears leaking from her eyes as she comes again, her body collapsing over the arm of the chair as he licks and sucks at her lower lips. He gentles his touch, slowly drawing back until he's lightly lapping at her center.
"Good girl, such a good, sweet girl." He pulls back slowly, placing a soft, wet kiss against one of the faint red marks at the curve of her arse from the rope she wore so well. Digging out a handkerchief from his pocket, he wipes his face clean of her juices that were smeared so liberally around his mouth. Tenderly, he then wipes her pussy with the same cloth, cleaning up the extra liquid before standing up from behind her.
Ignoring the throbbing of his swollen cock, he gently scoops her into his arms and, after pushing her sweater and leggings to the floor, settles into the chair with her on his lap. He reaches up and strokes her hair back from her face, then smiles, tugging the wadded knickers from her mouth.
At the touch of his fingers on her mouth, her eyes drift open hazily, before her lips part for him to remove the knickers. Sinking into his embrace, Hermione moans softly at the brush of her skirt against her sensitive skin.
Tom settles into the chair, glancing at the clock and noting the time – from her entering his office to her second orgasm, it all has taken less than ten minutes. He tucks her close against his chest, stroking her hair and back gently for a long time as she lays bonelessly in his arms.
After another ten minutes of him stroking and soothing her, murmuring in her ear about what a good girl she has been, Hermione sighs softly and opens her eyes again to look up at Tom, biting her lip. "Thank you, sir."
Tom turns his head and looks down at her with a smile. "You're welcome, sweet. You did amazingly well. I am honestly surprised you managed to last without coming. I am proud of you."
She smiles then, bright and sweet, as she throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly. "Oh, good!" He chuckles into her hair, holding her tight to him. She pulls back a little to look up into his eyes. "And I am sorry, sir, about earlier. I was excited to come and see you this morning, I wasn't even thinking about the leggings."
Tom nods and reaches up to rub his thumb against her cheek, "I know, sweet; you are forgiven. Just remember this day. When you break a rule, you will be punished appropriately."
Hermione lets out a breathy laugh before nodding and looking up into Tom's eyes. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
He smiles and leans in, resting his forehead against hers, holding her loosely in his arms until she squirms around and straddles his thighs, settling into his lap more comfortably. He quirks a brow, leaning his head back and watching her through half-closed eyes.
"What about you, sir? You're…" Hermione trails off, blushing, as she wiggles her hips a little and grinds against his still-hard cock.
"Extremely turned on? Oh, yes." Tom grunts softly and allows his hands to slip down and curl around her waist. "Careful, sweet."
She bites down on her lower lip and looks up at him, carefully circling her hips over him again and eliciting a soft growl from his throat. She looks up into his lust-darkened eyes, smirking a little as she does it again. "How may I please you, sir?"
Tom lets out his breath in a rush, his head falling back against the chair. "Fuck." His eyes flick to the clock then the door before he nods sharply. "Yes, sweet. Suck my cock now."
Hermione moans softly and shudders at his words before she slides down his legs to kneel on the floor before him, between his legs. Their hands entangle as they undo his trousers, and she carefully extracts his cock, the tip almost purple and weeping.
She licks her lips as she strokes him with her small hand, glancing up at him to find Tom watching her closely. One of his hands strokes then curls into her hair, pulling it back out of her face.
"Now, sweet." His voice is deeper, darker and more enough to make her pussy wet again. "We don't have much time."
Hermione laps at the tip of his cock, smiling at his soft hiss of pleasure before he tugs gently at her hair, pulling her closer to his lap. She sighs and brushes her lips against his hot skin before drawing him into her mouth, as deep as she can get before drawing back again. She settles into a steady rhythm, sucking him into her mouth before sliding back out.
Tom growls softly and grits his teeth, letting his head fall back in the chair before he picks it up and looks down at her again. "Yes, sweetheart, that's right. Take my cock into your mouth. You're so beautiful on your knees in front of me." He gasps when she swirls her tongue over the head of his penis, his fingers clutching her hair tighter. "Keep going, I'm so close!"
She whimpers softly and looks up at him as she tightens her mouth around him and sucks hard, pushing until he hits the back of her throat, and she begins to gag. It only takes a few more strokes like this before Tom grunts and pulls on her hair.
"I'm coming! Hermione, it's coming!" He grinds out from between his teeth as she moans and pushes him into her mouth again as he begins to come with a hiss, his hips thrusting up towards her a few times with each pulse.
Hermione slowly draws back off of his cock, watching him as he stares down at her, panting through his open mouth. She smiles mischievously then opens her mouth to him, showing him the large puddle of his come on her tongue before she swallows.
Tom can only groan loudly, his head falling back on the chair again as he lets out a faint laugh. "You're going to kill me, aren't you, sweet?"
She laughs softly as she shakes her head, gently licking a last pearl of come from his now softened penis, before carefully tucking him back into his pants and tugging his trouser plackets together. "No, I am not." She crawls back into his lap with a happy sigh, curling her arms up around his shoulders.
Tom smiles and leans down, kissing her neck softly. He breathes in her scent deeply, kissing her skin again before relaxing his arms. "Let's get you straightened up, it's almost time for class and I have to teach." He smirks as he helps her stand, his hands resting on her hips.
Hermione sighs softly as she stands, looking down at him with a smile as he helps her step into her saliva dampened knickers. He chuckles at her wrinkled nose, leaning back and tugging her skirt back down. "Would you like your leggings?" He smiles when she shakes her head and reaches out for her sweater.
Tom grabs it and stands up, helping her into it and smoothing her hair down.
"Oh!" Hermione grins and tugs her sweater back up over her chest, unbuttoning her shirt a little further and tugging one side over to bare her breast to his eyes. "I didn't get a chance to show you…"
Tom's brows arch as he glances from her naked breast to her eyes then back. "No, you didn't. And now I have no time to do anything with this delightful surprise." He sighs heavily and reaches out, pinching her nipple firmly between his thumb and pointer finger.
She whimpers softly and trembles, arching her back as he draws her breast out before releasing the nipple with a smirk. "Button up, sweet, before I take you again, and we both miss class."
Hermione giggles softly but dutifully buttons her shirt and tugs the sweater back down, smoothing it into place. "Yes, sir." She grabs her leggings then her bag and shoves them into it before straightening with a smile. "All set!"
"Come here." Tom reaches out and tugs one of her curls and pulls her closer by the hair. He leans in and kisses her mouth, stroking her lips with his tongue and swirling it around hers for a long moment until they are both breathless. "Sweet girl. Go to class. I'll text you later."
She gasps softly at his kiss before smiling happily, "Yes, sir. Thank you. I'll talk to you later." She grabs her bag and heads for the door, walking backward with her eyes fastened on him. "Bye, Tom."
Hermione smiles back at him one last time before she unlocks and slips out into the hallway, sighing in relief as she can walk now without the threat of impending orgasm. She heads down to her next class, already anticipating their next encounter.