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Harry was nervous. Well, nervous and excited, very excited. He'd finally gotten the nerve to ask Hermione if he could restrain her for once. She had eagerly agreed, then proceeded to give him a lecture on proper safety and technique. Of course, she sent him away with homework, but he really didn't mind. He was more than eager to learn. Especially considering how enjoyable their "lessons" were. He was finally ready to put his education to use.
"Nervous?" Hermione asked as she entered his flat.
"A little," he replied honestly.
"I was too, the first time," she confessed. "You'll do fine. It's not like we can't stop at any time or pause or whatever. We've got all the time in the world," she said.
"Yeah, I know. So, uh, when do you want to start?" the wizard asked.
"I'm ready when you are," the woman replied closing the distance between them.
"Thank Merlin," Harry groaned as he reached out and brought the witch's body flush with his. He ground his turgid member against her. "I've been hard all day," he said.
Hermione gave him a sultry smile. "You should feel how wet my knickers are," she whispered.
The wizard groaned again when he brought a hand under her skirt and felt her sodden panties. "Is that for me," he asked.
"I could ask you the same," she returned. Harry reached out and hoisted her onto his shoulder. She squealed in surprise before laughing. "Put me down, you brut!" she ordered before giggling.
The man smacked her on the rear. "Not until I have you where I want you," he said as he carried her up to his room.
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Hermione hit the mattress with a satisfying bounce which caused another peal of laughter to erupt from the woman. The wizard crawled in after her until he was hovering over her prone form. The witch's laughing stopped. She lifted her head to meet Harry's lips. He growled into the kiss, lowering his body to cover hers.
Hermione pulled back, letting her head fall to the bed. "Have you decided how you want me?" she whispered.
Harry smirked at her. "Yes, I know exactly where I want you," he responded, digging his clothed member into her hip. "Are you still ready?" he asked.
"More than," the witch answered.
"Well then, we're going to have to get you out of some of these clothes," Harry said with a smile before rolling off her.
Hermione sat up. "How much to you want me to leave on?" she asked as she pulled her shirt over her head.
"Bra and knickers," the wizard called as he grabbed some rope he'd stashed under the bed.
The witch peered over his shoulder. "Oh, is that silk?" she asked.
Harry grinned back at her, "You said you liked how it feels."
"I do," she replied reaching out to run her hand over the smooth cordage. "How you want me?"
"Any way I can get you," the man responded with a smirk. "This time though, I want you on your back, arms above you and your legs spread wide."
The witch obeyed, laying back. "Safeword?" she asked.
"I want to use the traffic light system. Although, can we add another color like orange or something. I want to have one to use if I just have a question or if you notice me doing something wrong or need to tell me something or…is this making sense?" he asked looking nervous.
Hermione smiled, "Perfectly. So red to stop, yellow to slow down or I'm getting near my limits, green is good and orange if we want to tell the other one something, but don't want to end the scene," she summed up. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. She always got him. Merlin, he loved her.
The wizard was careful as he bound her hands together first, ensuring they weren't too tight, then securing them to the headboard. He then secured each ankle with the same care. Lastly, he blind folded her. He stepped back to admire his handywork. He'd dreamt of her in this position from the first time she had tied him up. Now, having her so open and exposed to him, the reality was so much better than he'd imagined. He was surprised that it wasn't just the bindings and the flesh laid out before him that was so arousing, but the trust she showed by allowing him to put her in such a position. It was…exhilarating.
No longer able to resist, Harry reached out a hand to glide down her body. Hermione's breath hitching at the contact. Fuck, she was gorgeous, her breasts were barely contained by the red lace that held them. He slipped a finger under her matching knickers delighting in how wet she was.
"You're always ready for me," he said quietly as his hands continued to explore her body. Hermione lost herself in the sensation. She had dreamt of this moment so many times, being bound and under Harry's control. It had been a while since she was in such a position. She loved submitting, but it took a lot of trust. That wasn't something she did easily, so, she rarely indulged. Harry, though, there was no one in the world she trusted more.
The wizard took his time with Hermione. His tongue joining his questing fingers, enjoying every pant, mewl and moan he could elicit from the witch. He mouthed her breasts over her bra, letting the lace rub firmly against her nipples. He abused them until they were taught and rosy from his attentions.
He nipped the underside of her breast and kissed his way down to her navel. Suddenly he pulled away, causing Hermione to frown behind her blindfold. Then he was on her again, surrounding her. She gasped in surprise as Harry kissed her neck. He lay beside her. She realized his shirt was gone as he wrapped an arm around her over her sensitive breasts. Further teasing them with the delicious scrape of lace. His denims were still firmly in place when he brought his leg over hers and ground his knee firmly against her mound. His hard length clearly evident as it rubbed against her thigh.
The witch cried out at being encompassed by the wizard. She ached to move against him but reveled in her captivity. If he kept up this pace, she would cum soon. Since he hadn't commanded her not to, she had no intention of denying herself. Unfortunately, he pulled away before she could peak. She moaned in disappointment, which caused the wizard to chuckle.
"Uh…orange," Harry said quietly. Something cylindrical and rubber was placed in her bound hands. Hermione frowned as she squeezed the object trying to determine what it was. It squeaked and the witch laughed at the sound. "Yeah, sorry. It's a…uh…well, it's a squeak toy. I thought you could squeeze it if you needed to stop, but your mouth was uh….occupied," he explained.
Hermione licked her lips. Oh, she did like the sound of that. "I understand, Harry. It's a brilliant idea," she breathed.
"Good," the wizard responded as he straddled her chest. He moved up until his knees were just beneath her straining arms. He slowly unzipped his denims, and the woman moaned. Harry smiled down at her. She'd confessed recently how that sound aroused her. He then spelled his clothes away. He had no interest in getting zipper burn on his bullocks.
He reached a hand under her and fisted her hair to lift her head. He placed his other hand on the headboard to steady himself as he crouched over the witch. His heavy cock bounced against the woman's lips. "Open wide, Mione," Harry said firmly.
Hermione immediately complied, moaning as her lips wrapped around his shaft. "Yeah, just like that, baby. Get it nice and wet," he hissed at the feel of her lips dragging against his cock. He closed his eyes to revel in the sensation and started to gently thrust into her wicked little mouth. He plunged further each time until he felt her throat constrict around him.
"Fuck, Mione," he groaned. Loving the feel, he plunged back into her throat again and again. "That's it. Choke on my cock." Hermione let out such a high-pitched whine, it startled the wizard. He looked down to notice her struggling against her bonds. "Shit!" he exclaimed and quickly pulled away. "Are you okay?" he asked. "What's your color?"
Hermione panted for a moment, then answered, "Green. Oh god, Harry. Please don't stop. Please," she begged. "Please fuck my face."
Harry cursed again, this time at her crude words. He had absolutely no intention of denying the woman he loved. He thrust himself back into her waiting mouth. He was still gentle, but he hit the back of her throat repeatedly. He continued until he felt his balls start to tighten, then he wrenched himself away.
They were both panting as Harry looked down at his witch. Her lips were red and swollen from their ordeal. He leaned down to capture those lips with his as he stretched out over her. He slotted himself between the thighs that he'd spread out so nicely for himself.
He devoured her mouth and palmed her breasts. He growled at the lace that separated him from flesh. He grasped it in the middle and ripped the offended garment apart. Hermione keened as she arched into him as much as she could in her captivity. "Please, Harry, please," she begged. "I need you, please."
"What do you need?" the wizard asked.
"You, please, sir. Please, Harry," she pleaded.
"Slut!" Harry hissed at her, reaching down and tearing the knickers off the witch. Open and waiting, he slammed into the bound woman. Hermione screamed, her orgasm catching them both by surprise.
Harry was lost. He drilled into the woman beneath him, using her body as leverage to pound into her. He chased his own orgasm as Hermione continued to cry out. Her pulsing and constricting passage was driving him mad. After a few more strokes, he came with a roar. He maintained his brutal pace throughout. Only stopping when he was spent.
He carefully pulled back and summoned his wand. He untied Hermione's bonds and extinguished the lights before collapsing onto the bed next to her. He rolled onto his back, then removed her blindfold. He took one of Hermione's hands in his and started to gently massage it. "Fuck," he breathed.
"Yeah, fuck," the witch agreed.
"So, do you want to talk about…?" Harry started.
Hermione put a finger to his lips to quiet him. "Snuggle now, talk later," she declared. Harry chuckled as brought the witch into his arms.
"Snuggle now, talk later," he happily agreed.
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Harry handed Hermione a mug of tea before joining her on the chaise on his bedroom balcony. She looked out over the city as the sky darkened to night and snuggled into the wizard. He took a sip of his own tea as he put an arm around her. "So…uh. How did I do?" he asked nervously.
Hermione looked up at him with a grin. "Brilliantly," she said.
"Really?" he responded.
She nodded her head, "Certain," she said firmly.
Harry grinned back then took her hand in his to examine her wrist. The early redness had started to fade. "That salve you used is quick," he commented. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"
Hermione twisted her hand to lace her fingers with his. "Not at all," she assured him. "I like the chafe. It's….part of the experience for me. It's why I always carry that salve with me. Always be prepared," she laughed.
"So….uh….what was going on when…um….well, it seemed like you were trying to get lose," Harry sputtered out.
Hermione blushed. "I'm sorry, Harry. I should have warned you. I didn't mean to frighten you," she started. "I have a habit of doing that. I don't know. It kinda…heightens everything for me. It reminds me that I'm restrained, that I'm not in control," she confessed. "Is..is that okay? I can stop if it bothers you."
"No, no, it doesn't bother me at all. I was just worried. I thought I'd hurt you or something."
"Sorry again," she replied sheepishly.
Harry leaned down and kissed her. "Stop apologizing," he said. "We're both still figuring this out."
"So? Did you like tearing off my clothes," she questioned.
"Merlin, yes! It was amazing! I didn't know it be that bloody….exciting!" he exclaimed.
The witch laughed. "I thought you'd like that," she said.
The wizard gave her a cheeky grin. "You seemed to like it too," he responded. "You called me sir."
Hermione groaned. "I'd hoped you didn't notice that."
Harry chuckled. "Is that what you usually call the person you do that with?"
"Sometimes, among other things," she answered. "Is there something you would like me to call you?"
The man considered the question for a minute. "Let me think about it. We don't always have to use the same one, do we?"
"No, we can do whatever we want. Like you said, we can figure it out together," she replied.
They quieted after that. They sat together, sipping their tea and watching the London skyline light up in the darkness.
