Hermione would never have imagined that someone kneeling in an obvious act of submission could look as powerful and downright regal as Bellatrix Black did in this moment. Because the look she gave her from below with her dark eyes clearly signaled that she was still the one holding all the reins as she rested one of Hermione's legs on her shoulder and put the other on her kneeling thigh.
Hermione's chest rose and fell far too quickly, she could hardly breathe, and Bellatrix had barely touched her, but just the idea of what the black-haired witch was about to do drove Hermione completely crazy.
She tried to hide a whimper by asking a question to which the answer was actually quite obvious. "Bella, what are you do-aaaahhhh!" Hermione's question got lost in a deep moan as Bellatrix licked the flat of her tongue in one smooth motion from her entrance over her labia up to her clit, wrapping her lips around it and sucked hard.
No matter how hard Hermione tried to keep her eyes open, she seemed to have lost control of her body the moment Bellatrix had pushed her tongue between her legs. "God, Bella!"
Her eyes closed without her doing, she threw her head back, her mouth open, breathing heavily, and clung with all her strength to the counter she was sitting on, while Bellatrix sucked on her clit in a steady rhythm. Her pelvis jerked forward uncontrollably, towards the warm, moist lips that promised her release. Her orgasm was so close, she could feel it. She could feel her abdomen tensing more and more, the heat spreading more and more, her pelvis thrusting harder and harder against Bella's lips. "Oh my God, Bella - yes - I'm almost -"
But before she could embrace the liberating orgasm that had just built up so quickly, the soft lips suddenly left her abruptly. She jumped slightly as she felt a breeze on her aroused clit, which felt shockingly cold against the heated skin.
She opened her eyes and looked down at Bellatrix, who had rested her cheek on Hermione's thigh, looking up at her in amusement as she gently ran her fingers down her legs, as if trying to calm her after the shock of her orgasm. An orgasm that Hermione had never achieved, that had been so close, only to be denied her moments before - on purpose.
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Bellatrix's innocent-looking face and realized what game the black-haired witch was playing with her. So that was her punishment. So that was what the Auror did to bad girls.
She gritted her teeth to keep herself from screaming her frustration, because she definitely didn't want to give Bellatrix that satisfaction. She was sure that was exactly what the older woman wanted. Her expressions, however, didn't seem so convincing, because Bellatrix laughed: "Is there a problem, little witch?"
Her eyes sparkled maliciously. Oh, she was enjoying it far too much to see Hermione so frustrated while her hands still ran gently over her thighs.
"No," Hermione managed through gritted teeth, "everything's fi-aaaaaaahhh!" Again she was cut off by a surprised groan as Bellatrix unexpectedly lunged forward, her hands tightening their grip on her thighs and her lips wrapping around her again cupping and sucking on her neglected but still erect clit. God, how soft the woman's lips were!
All the frustration that Hermione had just felt was wiped away in one fell swoop. Bellatrix's talented lips managed to bring her back to absolute arousal from one second to the next and once again she completely surrendered to the divine feeling of those warm lips between her legs. But this time her excitement was also accompanied by panic that Bellatrix would again deny her the orgasm she so longed for.
She kept her eyes open and Bellatrix locked in her gaze as her pelvis thrust against the soft lips in front of her at a furious pace, seeking the release she so desperately needed. "Yes - yes - yes - Bella - oh - yes - yes - yes - I -"
But the moment her eyelids began to flutter and her eyes rolled back, the warm lips pulled back again, leaving only a clammy cold and a deep frustration.
"Bella!" Hermione opened her eyes in annoyance and glared at the older woman who was still kneeling between her legs. "Yes, little witch?" she asked innocently, the grin on her face as wide as if she had just won a prize.
As before, her hands ran soothingly over Hermione's overheated skin, but these touches didn't even begin to compensate for the loss and the emptiness that Hermione felt between her legs.
"What's wrong?" Again that innocent tone, feigning ignorance.
"You know exactly what's wrong," the younger witch hissed, frustrated and still breathing heavily from Bellatrix's latest attack on her throbbing clit. In what appeared to be a thoughtful expression, Bellatrix curled her lips and furrowed her brow as if she were thinking hard. She kissed Hermione briefly on the inside of her thigh before resting her cheek there again and explained, "No, I'm afraid you'll have to enlighten me."
Hermione wanted to scream out loud in anger, gripped the counter beneath her even tighter with her hands to provide an outlet for her anger and growled between gritted teeth: "I didn't come."
Bellatrix opened her mouth in mock horror, only to close it again the next moment and pull it into a small pout: "Oh, is that so? Oh, I'm so sorry about that. Then my skills must not be as outstanding as everyone says."
She couldn't keep her expression of innocence for long and her dark red lips turned back into that damn devilish grin and revealed bright white teeth. God, she was beautiful and so sexy, kneeling in front of her in her black suit trousers and only her bra, her long raven black curls falling over her shoulders and tickling Hermione's bare thighs. Looking like that was pure sin and Bellatrix was the devil himself.
Hermione had always thought of herself as an honorable woman who always pursued good, but in that moment she would have sold her soul to Bellatrix if only she could finally give her the releasing orgasm she so desperately craved. Her frustration had reached levels she had never experienced before and it had to break free.
She tried to pull Bellatrix closer to her with her thigh draped over her shoulder, but the older woman was the head of the Aurors for a reason. She tensed up and wouldn't move an inch. "Oh Bella, come on!" Hermione uttered in frustration as she gave up her attempt after pushing her leg against Bellatrix's back with all her might.
The dark witch raised her eyebrows indignantly and something flashed in her dark eyes that made Hermione feel like she had just said exactly the wrong thing: "Oh, and now you want to order me to bring you to orgasm? That doesn't make your situation any better, my little witch."
"But Bella, you can't-aaaaaaaaahhh!" Again Bella had pounced on her clit with her tongue, again she sucked it furiously, so that Hermione began to see stars. She was no longer able to object or defend herself. Her body was too desperate, too greedy, too exposed to the wonderful touches and movements of Bellatrix's lips and tongue.
No clear thought formed in her head anymore, she was just helpless flesh, reduced to her basest instincts that took and took and took what she wanted so much. So she couldn't stop the words from rolling out of her mouth like waves crashing violently against cliffs to break at the highest point: "Oh Bella, yes. Come on, come on, come on. Yes – Yes – Yes –"
A mixture of a growl and a sob escaped her throat as Bellatrix backed away a third time, leaving her unsatisfied, "Aaaaarrrrr, Bella!"
She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't do this anymore. She wouldn't be able to survive this torture again. In an act of desperation, Hermione pushed her own hand between her legs, placed her index and middle fingers on her violently twitching clit, which was screaming to be released from its suffering, and rubbed it vigorously. She groaned in relief, her pelvis jerked wildly and quickly against her own hand and – in a flash, a hand closed around her wrist and tried to pull her away, but Hermione fought back: "No, no, please, Bella, don't!"
But the fit Auror was too strong for her, pushing her hand aside so that Hermione felt the unsatisfying cold between her legs again. She was on the verge of tears as she begged the older woman, panting heavily, "Bella, please! Oh, please let me come! I'm begging you! I can't take this anymore! I'm sorry!"
Bellatrix smiled, but this time it wasn't the devilish grin she had previously presented whenever she had denied her her orgasm. She seemed satisfied: "Ah, now we are finally gettiong somewhere." She had rested her head on Hermione's thigh again and her fingers were once again drawing gentle circles on Hermione's bare skin. "What are you sorry for?"
Hermione tried to suppress the shiver that Bellatrix's circling fingers caused on her overheated skin and moistened her dry lips with her tongue as she replied, "I'm sorry I didn't follow your rule."
Bellatrix kissed the inside of her thigh and looked at her expectantly, like a teacher wordlessly encouraging her student to keep talking because she was on the right path to the solution but hadn't yet received the right answer.
Hermione tried again, "I'm sorry I broke your rule."
Bellatrix pressed a second kiss to Hermione's thigh, higher this time, slower. Hermione's eyes widened as she realized the meaning of these kisses: Bellatrix was rewarding her. She would reward Hermione with any answer that corresponded to what she actually wanted to hear. Further and further up her thigh until...until she would get to where Hermione wanted her so badly. She just had to find the right words to lure Bellatrix where she wanted her. She had to give her what she wanted so that she could get what she wanted. She was Hermione Granger dammit, there was no greater teacher's pet than her. She had always known the right answer to everything, had known what her teachers wanted to hear in order to be pleased with her. Why should this be any different?
She bit her bottom lip as she realized what she had to say for Bellatrix to put her out of her suffering. Words that had already brought a blush to her face when she had just heard them come from Bellatrix's mouth and now she had to say them out loud herself. She couldn't believe she was seriously considering this just so she could feel those soft red lips on her skin again and hopefully finally finding release by them. But she couldn't believe even more that she actually did it the next moment: "I...I'm sorry that I...that I wasn't a good girl for you."
Bellatrix's eyes lit up, this time not insidiously, but full of euphoria and lust. Oh my God. Did it turn the dark witch on when she talked like that? As if in silent confirmation, Bellatrix pressed her lips a little higher onto Hermione's bare skin, getting closer and closer to her center.
Hermione swallowed as she tried to coax Bellatrix higher with her words: "I...I'm sorry that I...that I..." The words caught in her throat and her breath hitched. She saw the words right in front of her, could hear them screaming loudly in her head, but they seemed to haven gotten stuck on the way up her windpipe.
Bellatrix looked up at her expectantly, her lips already close to her skin. She could feel the warm breath where Bellatrix would kiss her next if she just said the words. She wet her lips, swallowed again to wet her vocal cords, and whispered, barely audible, "...that I was a bad girl."
She sucked in a startled breath as Bellatrix not only kissed her on the inside of her thigh like she had done before, but also licked all the way up to the top with her tongue, but stopped at the point where her thigh ended. Hot breath hit Hermione's wet pussy as Bellatrix asked her in a voice dripping with lust, "And how do you want to behave in the future?"
Hermione's pelvis jerked forward involuntarily, towards Bellatrix's hot lips that were so close, so close, just a few millimeters away: "I...I'll be a good girl."
She moaned as Bellatrix's lips pressed against her pussy. Wet warmth met hot wetness, promising to unite in a kiss that would be pure heat. But Bellatrix's lips didn't move, they just rested there and waited. Waited for the grand finale as Bellatrix looked up at her with her dark eyes between her legs, silently inviting her to bring her words to the climax so that she could match her with the physical climax. A tremor worked its way up from Hermione's abdomen to her lips as she met Bellatrix's intense gaze and whispered, "I want to be your good girl."
As if she had flipped a switch with those words, Bellatrix's strong hands gripped her hips like a vice so she couldn't move an inch. But the painful pressure faded the next moment when Bellatrix's lips wrapped around her clit for the fourth time that evening and sucked on it so hard that Hermione felt as if those dark red lips were sucking her soul out.
Having already been on the verge of climax three times had made Hermione incredibly sensitive and so it didn't even take seconds until the long-awaited orgasm finally came over her and she shook so violently that her pelvis jerked uncontrollably against Bellatrix's mouth, which was still attached to her there. "Oh my God – oh my God – oh, Bella! Aaaahh…that was…oh my god."
She laughed, breathing hard as the last waves of her orgasm faded and her hips jerked slower and slower. Bellatrix removed her lips from her pink and slightly twitching clit and Hermione let out a breath of relief. Only to suck it in in shock the next moment as Bellatrix's tongue darted out and moved up and down and left to right over her clit at such a breakneck pace that Hermione fell back with her upper body and just managed to brace herself with her hands before she could slam into the mirror behind her.
The lust that had just subsided contentedly built up again within milliseconds to a level that completely overwhelmed Hermione. Her abdomen seemed to be burning as a second orgasm was imminent, even though the first hadn't even really subsided: "Bella! Oh my God, oh my God, I - I think I - oh my God, Bella - again - I'm going to - aaaaaaaahhhh!" And the next orgasm shot through her, moisture oozed out of her like from a never-ending source and Bellatrix didn't seem to tire of drinking from her. She withdrew her tongue, opened her mouth as wide as it would go and placed it over Hermione's center, covering her clit and labia, and sucked hard enough to create a delicious vacuum.
A feeling the likes of which Hermione had never felt before flooded her entire abdomen, as if Bellatrix wanted to suck all the pleasure that was still inside her out of her. The dark witch obviously knew exactly what she was doing. With targeted movements of her mouth, she sucked in Hermione more and more, her labia, her clitoris, her entire vulva and the vacuum became stronger and stronger.
Bellatrix was literally clinging to her and wasn't ready to let go. Desperately, Hermione searched for support and found it in Bellatrix's hair, burying her fingers in it and not knowing whether to push her head away or pull it even closer. "Aaaaah, please, oh please...Bella...I don't know...I don't know if...too much...so sensitive...God"
When a small voice in her clouded brain spoke up that she might be hurting the woman with her tight grip, Bellatrix let out a moan that was so lustful and sensual that Hermione wanted to hear it again immediately. She could feel the resulting vibrations between her legs. When Bellatrix sucked so hard that there was no air left and the pressure between her legs became so great that Hermione felt like she was going to burst, Bellatrix let go abruptly, all the blood rushed back within a second and Bellatrix pushed her tongue along Hermione's clit and she came harder than ever before in her life.
She gripped Bellatrix's head so hard that it must really hurt the older woman by now, but she had no control over it, nor over her hips, which had to ride out the waves of her orgasm and thrust so violently against Bellatrix's tongue while her hands holding her head firmly in place. The thought briefly crossed Hermione's mind that she was acting like a man getting a blowjob, taking advantage of the woman in front of him and controlling her head to fulfill his own satisfaction.
Ashamed of her own behavior, she immediately let go of the black curls, but Bellatrix grabbed her hands and brought them right back to her head, clearly completely indifferent to the younger witch using her as she needed. Hermione grabbed her again, but this time not as tightly as before, and pressed Bella's tongue against her still twitching hips again until they slowed and finally came to a complete stop.
A contented sigh escaped her and she carefully pushed Bellatrix's head back, away from her suddenly extremely sensitive center, which was still throbbing wildly. Her whole body was shaking and a shudder ran through her as she breathed in and out deeply, realizing that she had just had three orgasms in a row.
Carefully, Bellatrix slid her thigh from her shoulder, stood up, and gently pushed her back a little on the counter so that she had a secure support again. The gesture and the attention that came with it warmed Hermione's heart, for in fact she had very little confidence in any of her limbs right now and doubted that her legs would support her if she had to stand right now. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, giving her additional support.
Still in complete disbelief of what had just happened, Hermione ran a shaking hand over Bellatrix's jaw. Her fingers slid over the lips in front of her that had worked wonders between her legs just seconds before and she traced them almost reverently, as if she needed to make sure that they were really real and had really just given her such pleasure.
Bellatrix reached for the hand on her lips, pressed a kiss to it, and smiled contentedly down at Hermione. "I'm sorry it had to happen so quickly. If we weren't at a ball and expected to be on the dance floor, I would have taken my time with you."
Hermione opened her eyes in shock: "Oh my God, the ball!" Only then did she remember where they were and what they were actually supposed to be doing. Christ, they had been in here far too long, they should have been back out on the dance floor or even back at their table long ago. Their table! Narcissa and Minerva!
It almost certainly took far less intelligence than the two women out there had to piece together why Hermione and Bellatrix had taken so long in the bathroom.
"Damn!" Hermione exclaimed and Bellatrix laughed.
The younger witch looked at her disapprovingly, "That's not funny, Bella!"
The dark-haired witch only laughed harder and pressed a loving kiss to her pursed lips. "Yes it is, little witch. One should write down the day in the history books when I managed to use my extremely talented mouth to shut down the unstoppable brain of none other than Hermione Granger, so much so that she momentarily forgot where she was and what she should actually be doing."
As much as Hermione wanted to be mad at Bellatrix, the older woman's hearty laugh was downright infectious and she shook her head with a smile and rolled her eyes. "Ha ha!"
Bellatrix, still beaming, kissed her again. "You're cute when you're trying to be mad but laughing at the same time." She grinned and patted her cheek. "Just sit here for a moment, I'll get your shoes."
Hermione crossed her arms over her chest: "Pfff, and where should I go? I doubt I can stand, let alone walk or even dance."
Bellatrix just laughed as she bent down in an elegant movement to pick up her vest from the floor and slip her toned arms into it. Almost disappointed, Hermione watched as the bare skin and full breasts disappeared behind the buttons of the vest that the older woman was fastening. When Bellatrix looked up at her and saw her look, she just grinned knowingly and turned to the closet where her younger sister had previously taken Hermione's dancing shoes from.
Hermione took the opportunity when Bellatrix had her back turned to her to slowly slide forward on the counter and carefully place her wobbly legs on the floor without letting go of the counter for even a second.
"Don't exaggerate, little witch, it's only been three orgasms and I wasn't even inside of you," Bellatrix commented on Hermione's efforts to stand upright without the support of the counter behind her.
She felt like Bambi on ice as she took an uncertain step away from the counter. "What do you mean 'just three orgasms'?!" she blurted out as she also took her other hand off the counter, but immediately reached for Bellatrix's shoulder to support herself when she noticed how shaky her legs still were.
Bellatrix didn't hesitate for a second and supported her as she replied incredulously, "Oh, my little witch, your sex life obviously needs an upgrade if that was already too much for you."
She lovingly stroked her cheek and kissed the tip of her nose. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. But first I want to dance with you."
She knelt down to help Hermione into a pair of simple black pumps, but Hermione interrupted her: "Wait! You're just kneeling to put my shoes on, right?"
Bellatrix grinned. "Bella!"
She raised both hands with the pumps upwards as a sign of peace: "I'll be good, I promise, after all I still want to dance with you."
She watched with bated breath as Bellatrix lifted first one foot, then the other, to help her into the black pumps, which were surprisingly comfortable and not entirely unlike Bellatrix's own high heels. This time she was determined not to be distracted by the woman at her feet like she had been with Narcissa earlier. She was far too curious about the bit of magic that the women had woven into the shoes and she wanted to see how it worked.
As soon as the second shoe nestled around her foot, she felt how a black, velvety, skin-tight material seemed to grow from it, which wound up her legs like a climbing plant and grew over her upper body to her shoulders. Invisible hands moved into her hair, combing her strands back in a tight pull, and as she felt her hair brush across her upper back, she guessed that the spell had given her some sort of braid.
She looked down at herself with her mouth open. She had to admit, she hadn't expected that. She looked up in surprise at Bellatrix, who was leaning casually against the counter where Hermione had been sitting moments before, curiously watching her reaction, one arm across her stomach, the other resting on it as one of her fingers thoughtfully brushed her own lips. Her dark eyes roamed painfully slowly over Hermione's body, from the black pumps at the bottom to her calves, her thighs, her crotch, her stomach, her breasts, her neck and her lips until they met Hermione's hazel eyes. "How do you feel?"
The question confused Hermione: "Good?" She heard that her answer sounded more like a question and Bellatrix raised a disapproving eyebrow as if in confirmation and shook her head in disappointment, like a teacher whose student has just given the wrong answer to an actually simple question. "I thought you were the most brilliant witch of your age and all you can come up with is good? You can do better than that, Granger." She gestured impatiently toward the room and the mirror: "Walk up and down a little, look at yourself in the mirror and tell me how you feel." Her tone was commanding.
Following the request, Hermione carefully took one step in front of the next as she walked to the mirror, still unsure of how stable her legs were now and not quite trusting the unusually high heels on her feet. But with every step she took, she was surprised to see that the shoes were not only comfortable, but also gave her a spring in her step that she had never experienced in high heels. Her legs no longer felt like jelly, but rather strong and secure.
When she reached the mirror and stopped in front of it to examine her new outfit, she had to smile. The choice of color didn't surprise Hermione at all. She would have bet all her books that Bellatrix would dress her all in black. Still, she had fully expected a dress, one that would be even more revealing than the one Narcissa had put her in. It would have suited the dark-haired woman, who was known for her own licentiousness and had no inhibitions about showing off her sensual body. In addition, it would have suited the dominant nature of the eldest Black sister to put the woman she would lead on the dancefloor in a dress while she herself wore a suit.
Hermione's lips curled as she caught herself realizing the narrow-minded direction her thoughts had taken. She repeatedly caught herself thinking in heteronormative patterns, even though she was not heterosexual herself, but her upbringing and social influences still seemed to be too deeply ingrained in her head and determined at least her first intuitive thoughts. At least she was aware of it and felt how Bellatrix was not only breaking the external boundaries of the normative with her choice of outfit, but also Hermione's internal ones.
The black jumpsuit she wore was skin-tight and hugged her body like a second skin. Her legs appeared much longer in the black material and her breasts appeared fuller than they actually were, as the upper part of the jumpsuit had a slight push-up effect. The wide straps sat firmly on her shoulders and would definitely not slip while dancing.
She turned to examine the back of the jumpsuit and found her suspicions confirmed that Bellatrix's outfit had come with a tight, low ponytail. An unusual hairstyle for a ball and yet it went perfectly with the jumpsuit, which also didn't have a low cut back. A long zipper ran from her lower back all the way up.
She turned forward again, put her hands on her waist and stood with her legs apart in front of the mirror. Her eyes slowly moved from the black pumps, over the skin-tight jumpsuit, until she met her own gaze in the mirror and barely recognized herself. Her eyes were painted darker than before and together with the tight ponytail, her features appeared much more angular and sharp. She looked older. She looked...sexy...sensual...confident...powerful and...dangerous. God, she looked like Catwoman. And that's how she felt too.
Bellatrix's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, "You can feel it, can't you?" She was still leaning against the counter, watching her closely.
Almost in awe, Hermione ran her hands over the velvety material of the jumpsuit, which made her feel like she could take the world by storm. "Yes…" she breathed in disbelief. She searched the older woman's dark eyes: "How did you do that, Bella, what kind of magic is that?"
Bellatrix pushed herself off the counter and came towards her: "No magic at all. It's just you, little witch, and the power of a little change of style."
She stepped next to her in front of the mirror and took her hand. God, they looked so good together, standing there next to each other, both dressed in black, and Hermione suddenly felt even stronger. Even more powerful. Even more invincible. "I know how it feels."
Hermione looked at her sideways. She thought of the long skirts and tight corsets the woman used to wear when she had been Bellatrix Lestrange and suddenly she understood what Bellatrix meant. Understood how she must have felt. And understood how she felt now. Not only did she understand it, she felt it herself. And it was exhilarating.
They entwined their hands as Bellatrix turned to her and placed her free hand on her cheek, "My sister wants you to be beautiful. But I want you to be powerful." Hermione felt that word pulsing deep inside of her and she not only felt it, but also believed it.
"Well, I don't know what McGonagall wants, maybe she'll put you in your old school uniform or turn you into a librarian." Hermione laughed at the idea of dancing with Minerva dressed like Madame Pince. The old Hogwarts librarian had always worn very old-fashioned and high-necked costumes.
Bellatrix grinned and pulled her towards the door. "How is your Spanish, little witch?"
"Um, I don't speak Spanish."
"Then you'll get some private lessons now."
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