It was late afternoon, Hermione was sitting over her notes, that's spread on the bed, she was doing her potions homework. Waiting for him to come back from hogs Meade.
She smirked when she heard heavy footsteps on the stairs to their dormitory. The door opened and he stepped in looking livid "You do know what you did today, don't you" his face red, barely suppressing his emotion.
"What you mean me kissing my boyfriend or letting him touch me, having some fun with him you mean" She asked back innocently.
"You crossed the limit Hermione, i clearly told you not to let him do anything more than kissing you. Now, What do you have to say for yourself" he said walking in closer to the bed.
She sat back her elbows supporting on the bed and all she'd done was cock an eyebrow and asked in a breathy voice, "What are you going to do about it?"
"You know what it's time for your punishment Granger, get up and stand in front of me" he barked totally mad at her. She scrambled over to stand in front of him suddenly scared at how intimidatingly angry he looked.
They now stood in the centre of the room, so close feeling their breaths over other's faces. Ron swished his wand and his clothes vanished leaving him naked and aroused.
How sick did it make her if she couldn't help but enjoy what she saw? She couldn't deny that she sort of liked being under his control.
He swished his wand again and this time, her robes vanished leaving her only in her satin pink lace bra and panties.
His rough hands rubbed her shoulders, before reaching and pulling her bra from her thin frame.
Hermione felt the lace give as he unfastened her bra. It fell away from her chest, sliding down her arms, he made a pace around her, firm full round bursts free of clothing and her perky bum sticking up at him. He took a moment to admire the tight curves of her arse and thighs. He came to stand in front of her again and pulled her into him, her bare breasts crushed against his chest. The sensation caused her to cry out and he pressed harder, kneading her arse with urgent hands.
Soon Hermione jumped up to meet in his lips in a flurry of passion, it had only been a few days, but felt like they had been apart for so long, her body shook from the force of the passion.
Ron broke the kiss, leaned down and pressed kisses to her neck and collar bone. Small moans fell from her lips, hands roaming his skin, finger nails clawing at him from the feeling of his body around her.
"Do you seriously think, i would just give you want after what you done deliberately to tease me" he asked huskily in her ears, her eyes gone wide, he knows.
"Bend over the desk" he ordered silently. Hermione shivered at his forceful tone. When the mood struck, it drove her wild. She knew that she'd be dripping wet soon. She bent over at the waist, her arse raised, with her hands flat on the table.
His calloused palm brushed passed her behind, raising Goosebumps all over her exposed skin.
"I'll make sure this time you won't forget the lesson I intend to pound into you." Hermione somehow blushed harder. He was such a bastard... but tonight she loved it, she reveled in her helplessness, Besides the waiting was driving her wild.
SMACK!
He spanked her arse right cheek, hermione cried out in pain and collapsed forwards onto the desk, her legs limp, her pussy gaping with need.
Another strike on her left arse cheek, the hand landed close to her burning sex, a bright pink on her skin, where his blows landed tracing his hand prints.
He continued his onslaught punishing her, by smacking her arse, hard enough to make her feel pain and lust at same time.
Hermione bit her lip and stifled a moan. He ran his hand on her reddened flesh, sending a thrill of delight racing to her core.
Oh merlin! thought Hermione, it feels so good. She glanced down at her legs and could see a single clear line of her arousal beading down her legs, her pussy clenched tightly, clear honey like fluid fell from her in large heavy strings as she climaxed from his repeated spanks.
"So it was then, good girls were as wild and horny as the sluts" he said mockingly,
Tears of pain, pleasure and humiliation ran down her face and pooled on the hard wooden surface of the table as she clung to it for dear life, she let go of everything as her mind blessedly slowed. Her mind blank and the only feeling was the pain, the heat, and the waiting.
He shoved three of his long fingers into her gushing cunt and started move it back and forth, holding her in place by her shoulders.
"You like me doing this to you don't you Hermione. Next time you decide to tease me, I'll make to lie down in that cold dungeon, your tits free and bouncing. You're nipples hard, begging to be sucked by my mouth. Maybe we could try it in potions in front of all the gryffindor's".
Hermione's body reacted instantly to his words. Her breathing became shallow and her back arched against him.
Her legs remained limp but she managed to arch her back up over and over, begging Ron to push in deeper, to reach into her soul and own her.
"I'd make you all hot and sweaty, your white shirt would be soaked, showing everyone you're sexy body. They can look, but I'm the only one that can touch. Isn't that right, Mione?"
"I'm not yours!" she scolded. He gave her inside a tug to make her close her mouth, she moaned out as her hole quivered and flexed, a few more tugs and she was just a babbling mess. He licked and nipped her back along her spine "You are mine. Only mine!"
Hermione bit her lip, letting out a tiny whine. His words were reeking havoc on her, and the worst part was he knew it.
"You want me to finish don't you. You want to know how I'd take you, in front of Snape, Potter, your boyfriend, everyone and throw you on top of the desk, climb on top of you, and ravish your body while everyone watched. Would you like that Hermione?" She shook her head, even as her body flushed and begged for more. Ron pinched her nipples, making her cry out.
"Shh, you keep that up and we might get caught". "Ron, please," she moaned.
"Please what, baby? Please fuck me?" "Rooooon," she practically sobbed, "please..."
"Say it Hermione, say you are only mine, you are my slut, say it!"
"I'm yours, only yours!, I'm your s-slut!" She screamed. Her eyes are shut, he has her, and all she can do is scream. No one can hear her. Just him. He likes when she scream. She can tell because his fingers delve deeper and with more force than before. So she scream again, because she like it too.
Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head as Ron expertly ran his fingers along the ribbed area at the roof of her entrance. He pulled his fingers out far too soon for Hermione's liking and smeared clear substance all over her red behind.
He picked her up by the waist, she squeaked at his strength of lifting her, as she is no weight. He made her lie on her back and teared it apart. Legs wrapped around his waist, desperate for him to be inside her. He didn't wait before plunging into her, both rocking their hips.
"Ohhhhhhhh..." The brunette moaned as she thrashed under his flashing hips. She wrapped her arms around his biceps and groaned as a flare of heat went through her body, her curly hair drifted across her face as his body urged her higher and higher both on the bed and in pleasure. Using her slender legs, that was wrapped around his waist, she arched into his thrust.
They were fucking like animals all over her notes on the bed.
"Hermioneeeeeee" Ron moaned as he drove into her welcoming heat again and again and again. He wrapped his hand around her slender neck, chocking her, as he slammed harder into her tight pussy. He closed his eyes and he could see her in his mind all flushed and pink with passion.
With his full thrust, the witch clamped down on his cock and screamed out as her orgasm stormed through her. She whimpered as he still continued fucking her.
It hurt her as she was so sore now. He turned them around so she was straddling him "Lay down on me" he said without stopping his thrust into her. She closed her eyes and nodded before burying her face in his neck, her mouth tasting his salty, glistening skin and muffling her shouts as orgasmic spasms wracked her body.
He paused momentarily as she calmed down from the ecstasy she'd just reached, before resuming his strokes. He could feel her still quivering around him as he continued his thrusts.
His thrust became jerky and he pulled out in time to watch his cum rain down on the still flexing hole, her cunt milking him. She looked up into his face, her eyes red from the crying, but had a satisfied smile. His softening cock still inside her.
He brushed his thumb over her lips once more. "I think it is time to give this mouth of yours something more useful to do rather than kissing my dumb brother" he said and ran the pad of his thumb over the bottom row of teeth.
She let go of him with a 'plop' and crawled down till her face was straight to his cock.
He watched smiling as the brightest witch of their age, looking thoroughly shagged greedily lapping at his cock and she was his, only his, his hot, tight, personnel, little slut.