Hermione adjusted her pencil skirt and blazer as she followed the waitress to her seat. She couldn't help but feel out of place in this dimly lit, elegant restaurant. It was a stark contrast to her usual office at the firm which was always bustling with activity. The discreet atmosphere made her feel like she was committing a sin, even though she was just here to officially decline the job offer.
She is happy with her current job, learning under the guidance of attorney McGonagall, her mentor. This was not the first time she had been solicited with a job offer from other firms, and she couldn't deny the appeal of a higher salary and prestigious name on her resume.
But ultimately, Hermione knew she was where she needed to be. She had already made up her mind to stay with McGonagall, despite the nagging doubts and temptations.
This particular firm had been the most persistent in pursuing Hermione, despite her multiple rejections. She couldn't deny that the thought of working for them was enticing, especially since she had done her first internship at their firm in France during her studies.
It was during that internship that she got her first taste of the real world of law. She was grateful to Draco for putting in a good word with his family to allow them both the opportunity, and it had been a welcoming experience. However, she preferred to keep it as just that - an experience.
She couldn't help but wonder if Draco was aware of what happened during that summer. Although they had never talked about it since then during their calls, she highly doubted he knew. If he had, there's no way he would've continued to be her friend after that summer, no matter how much the Malfoy family valued tradition and propriety.
He was the one who had reached out to her, asking her to meet him to discuss her job offer. She couldn't say no to the chance to see her old friend again. He had always been supportive of her, and she was excited to reconnect with him.
As the waitress walked her to a secluded booth,apparently the one reserved for the meeting,she was surprised to see the familiar face waiting for her, but not the one she was expecting.
Hermione felt her heart drop as she realized who she was meeting with tonight. The woman's dark curls were as wild and untamed as the look in her eyes. Her blood red lipstick and tight black dress screamed elegance and confidence. The woman's sharp smile reminded Hermione of the way she'd look at her when she was between her legs, the feeling of her hot breath as she whispered sinful things into her ear.
The waitress was talking to her, but Hermione couldn't make out the words, only focusing on the woman sitting in front of her,studying her with those piercing eyes.
She cleared her throat and tried to steady her breathing as the waitress left,closing the door behind her. Hermione could feel the woman's gaze travel from her long brown hair and over her fitted suit, down her body and up again, a smirk playing on her lips.
Those lips that used to kiss her and leave marks on her neck, those lips that whispered things she could never admit to herself or anyone else.
Hermione's breath hitched as the woman's gaze met hers. Those dark, deep, and captivating eyes were looking at her expectantly.
Those endless nights spent studying law, and those even longer nights spent learning things other than the law. A side of Hermione she kept hidden from the world, the part of her that craved and needed and was willing to do anything for this woman.
A part of her she hoped she had left behind in France.
The one that would beg, would let this woman control her. The one that was desperate to please, to earn her praise and the chance to touch her, to hold her and worship her body.
Hermione had worked hard to bury this side of herself. It was too intense, too consuming. She could barely keep her hands from trembling as the woman stared at her, knowing full well what effect she was having on her.
She could feel the blush creeping up her cheeks, and she willed herself to calm down. It's been almost two years since she'd seen her, and she was determined to not let her get under her skin like this.
She couldn't give in to this, not now.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to gather her thoughts.
Neither woman spoke a word, the silence heavy between them. Hermione could feel her heart pounding as she struggled to come up with something, anything to break the tension.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the woman's smirk widened, and no words came out.
Hermione lowered her head and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
When she looked up again, the woman's eyes were still focused on her. She was smiling, and the expression was enough to make her insides melt.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she took another shaky breath. She had been sure she was over this, had convinced herself it was a mistake, a youthful indiscretion.
But here she was, being pulled back into the same dark orbit, unable to resist.
It was as if nothing had changed, the magnetic attraction was as strong as ever. Hermione's thoughts drifted back to the times she had spent in the woman's presence, the way her eyes would bore into her, the way her voice could make her skin tingle, the way her hands could make her beg.
She pushed the memories aside, reminding herself that she was stronger now, and this was no longer an option. She couldn't afford to lose her composure, not in front of this woman.
She would not give in to her, would not surrender to her power and seduction.
Hermione cleared her throat and stood straighter, finally finding her voice.
"Hello, Bellatrix."
The woman's smile widened, her teeth flashing in the dim light of the restaurant.
"Pet."
It was one word, one simple word, but it was enough to send a shiver down Hermione's spine. She bit her lip, trying to stay composed.
Bellatrix's voice was like honey, sweet and alluring, but underneath there was an edge of danger. It was intoxicating, and Hermione found herself struggling to remember why she had left in the first place.
She clenched her fists, trying to maintain her composure.
"I believe Draco was the one who set up this meeting."
"Oh, did he now?" Bellatrix leaned forward, her voice dropping to a low purr. "And here I was hoping you would be excited to see lil old me."
Hermione couldn't help but glance at the woman's ample cleavage. Her dark, curly hair fell in waves down her back, and her red lips were curled in a smirk. She was as beautiful and captivating as ever, and Hermione felt herself drawn in despite her best efforts.
"You always did love them,didn't you?," Bellatrix said, her voice teasing. "You'd do anything to have a taste."
Hermione blushed, and she cursed herself for the reaction. Bellatrix knew her too well, knew how to push her buttons. She forced herself to look away, not wanting to give the older woman the satisfaction.
"What's wrong, pet? Cat got your tongue?" Bellatrix was grinning now, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on the younger woman.
Hermione tried to think of something, anything to say, but her mind was blank. All she could focus on was the way Bellatrix's eyes were boring into her, the way her voice made her skin tingle.
"Maybe we should just get down to business," she said finally, hoping to regain some control of the situation.
"Now where's the fun in that?" Bellatrix pouted, her expression exaggerated.
Hermione bit her lip, trying to ignore the heat pooling between her thighs. Bellatrix knew exactly what she was doing, and it was working.
She forced herself to meet the older woman's gaze, trying to appear unaffected.
"Why did you want to meet with me?" she asked, her voice stronger than she felt.
Bellatrix just looked at her for a moment, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Then she rose slowly from her chair, her movements slow and deliberate.
She walked around the table, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Hermione held her breath as Bellatrix approached, her heart racing as she took in the sight of the woman.
Her dark curls fell down her shoulders, her eyes were lined with dark eyeliner, her lips painted a dark red. She was a vision, and Hermione couldn't help but notice the way her dress clung to her curves, accentuating her every move.
And once again, that damn cleavage.
Hermione swallowed thickly, her mind going back to the countless times she'd been lost in those breasts. She could feel her cheeks flush as she remembered the feeling of them in her hands, the taste of them on her lips.
Her breathing grew ragged as Bellatrix continued to approach, her movements smooth and sensual. She could feel the heat radiating off the older woman, and could smell the heady scent of her perfume.
Her grip on her bag tightened, her knuckles turning white as Bellatrix reached her.
She felt the woman's hand on her chin, lifting her face up to meet her gaze. She held her there for a moment, her eyes burning into hers.
And then, there was a twist in the intensity, the atmosphere suddenly shifting. Bellatrix's expression appeared calm but her eyes..her eyes told a different story.
There was something primal, something feral in the way she looked at Hermione, the way her fingers reached for her face. And Hermione found herself drawn in, despite her best efforts.
She was helpless, unable to resist.
Bellatrix's thumb traced her lower lip, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut as she inhaled sharply, her heart racing as Bellatrix leaned in, her lips brushing against her ear.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Hermione couldn't respond, the words stuck in her throat.
Bellatrix chuckled, the sound making her stomach clench.
"Maybe I've been too lenient with you.." she whispered, her breath hot against Hermione's skin. "..too kind.."
Hermione whimpered, her resolve crumbling. Bellatrix's words were intoxicating, the feeling of her lips so close making her head spin.
"..didn't I?," the older woman continued, her voice low and seductive. "I gave you everything you wanted.."
Hermione bit her lip, struggling to stay in control. Bellatrix's grip on her face tightened, her nails digging into her skin.
"..and yet you still managed to run from me."
Hermione opened her eyes, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up into the older woman's dark eyes.
There was a promise there, a threat. And Hermione felt the familiar urge to submit, to surrender to the woman's demands.
But she couldn't, she couldn't give in.
Not again.
She was stronger now, more confident. She had fought her way out of this, and she wasn't going back.
She shook her head, trying to break free from Bellatrix's hold.
The older woman's smile widened, her fingers trailing down Hermione's neck, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
"So feisty," Bellatrix murmured, her tone amused. "I've missed this.."
Hermione's breathing grew shallow as Bellatrix's hand traveled lower, tracing the swell of her breasts.
"I've missed you.."
She gasped as the older woman's fingers grazed her nipple, the sensation sending a rush of heat between her legs.
"I've missed this.."
Bellatrix's grip on her face loosened, and Hermione took the opportunity to pull away. Yet, she only managed to take a few steps back before Bellatrix's arm shot out, grabbing her wrist.
Hermione let out a strangled gasp as the older woman yanked her back, pulling her close,flush against her body.
Hermione's heart was pounding, her skin burning as Bellatrix's fingers dug into her flesh. She could feel the older woman's hot breath against her skin, her lips grazing her cheek.
"I won't let you go.." Bellatrix whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Not this time."
Hermione whimpered, her body aching with desire. She knew she should fight it, and should push the older woman away. But she couldn't, not when Bellatrix's lips were so close, not when her body was pressed against her.
She could feel her control slipping, her resolve weakening.
She knew it was a mistake, but she couldn't stop herself.
Bellatrix's free hand slid around her waist, pulling her even closer. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut, the sensation of the older woman's body against hers sending a rush of pleasure through her.
Her mind was clouded, her senses overwhelmed by the woman's presence. She could feel Bellatrix's hand cupping her ass, squeezing it firmly, and she couldn't help but moan.
"Fuck.."
She could hear the smile in the older woman's voice, the amusement, the satisfaction.
"You always did have a dirty mouth, didn't you?," Bellatrix purred.
Hermione could only groan in response, her body melting into the older woman's embrace. She was lost, drowning in the feeling of her.
It was too much, and she was helpless to resist.
She let out a ragged gasp as Bellatrix's lips brushed against her neck, the sensation sending a wave of heat through her. She was trembling, her skin burning with need.
She had to stop this, had to end it.
"Please.." she breathed, her voice barely audible. "I can't.."
Bellatrix's laugh was dark, dangerous.
"Oh, but you can," she said, her tone full of promise. "You will."
Her hand slid down Hermione's hip, gripping the younger woman's thigh. Hermione whimpered, her legs parting as Bellatrix's fingers traveled higher, inching closer to the ache between her thighs.
"Let me tell you something, pet," Bellatrix growled, her lips grazing the shell of Hermione's ear. "I don't like to be denied."
Her words sent a shiver of anticipation down Hermione's spine, her body betraying her. She was powerless, helpless to the woman's desires.
She let out a low moan as Bellatrix's fingers slipped under her skirt, brushing against her wetness. She was soaked, her body craving the older woman's touch.
But Bellatrix did not care, she followed her own lazy pace, teasing her with her caresses, never giving her enough.
"Please," Hermione begged, her voice trembling with need. "I can't take it.."
Bellatrix's laughter was like music to her ears, and Hermione found herself leaning in, seeking more.
Her mind was numb, her body on fire. All she could think about was the feeling of Bellatrix's fingers on her skin, the way the woman's breath against her neck made her knees weak.
It was too much, and yet not enough.
Why was she here again?
The thought crossed her mind as she felt Bellatrix's hand slide around her, cupping her ass. The woman's nails dug into her skin, and Hermione let out a hiss of pain, but the sensation only heightened her arousal.
Bellatrix's lips trailed along her jaw, leaving a trail of burning kisses. Her fingers danced over her skin, eliciting a series of gasps and whimpers. Hermione was helpless, her body arching into the older woman's touch, desperate for more.
But Bellatrix was in no hurry, taking her time, exploring every inch of her. Hermione could feel the heat pooling between her legs, the ache growing unbearable.
It was pure torture, and she was powerless to stop it.
Hermione's hands gripped the older woman's arms, her nails digging into her skin. It was the only way she could keep herself from falling apart completely.
Bellatrix's fingers traced the outline of her panties, and Hermione bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, the heat radiating from her core.
Bellatrix was teasing,edging without going far, and the lack of release was driving her crazy.
"Please," Hermione whispered, her voice cracking with desperation.
She didn't know what she was asking for, but the word slipped out before she could stop it.
Bellatrix laughed, the sound low and throaty.
Hermione's eyes focused on the full red lips, and she could feel the pressure building, the ache threatening to overwhelm her.
And then, she could not resist anymore.
2 years of longing, of denying, of resisting.
And just like that, her walls crumbled.
She leaned forward.
She was desperate, hungry.
She needed this, needed her.
And yet, as she was about to taste her lips again, Bellatrix's hand gripped her hair, preventing her from moving forward.
The sharp pain brought her back to her senses. It should have hurt, should have made her stop.
But it only served to make her want her more.
Hermione let out a ragged breath, her body trembling with desire. She was helpless, the older woman's power over her absolute.
And yet, she found herself relishing the sensation.
The feeling of being controlled, dominated.
The feeling of being at the mercy of a woman who knew her body, who knew what she needed.
"Ah ah, pet," the older woman tsked, her lips curling into a smirk. "This time, you're going to earn it."
Hermione's eyes widened, the words sending a jolt of excitement through her. She was aching, throbbing with need.
And yet, she was not about to deny this woman, no matter what she had in mind.
She would do anything to please her, to satisfy her.
Anything.
Hermione swallowed thickly, her pulse racing. She could feel the weight of the woman's gaze on her, could see the hunger in her eyes.
"I made the mistake of giving you what you wanted," Bellatrix purred, her voice low and husky. "I was too soft, too lenient. I let you run from me.."
Hermione shuddered, her skin burning with the need for the older woman's touch.
"..but not anymore," Bellatrix continued, her grip tightening in her hair. "I will not make the same mistake twice."
Hermione bit her lip, her eyes never leaving the older woman's.
"This time, I won't ask," Bellatrix said, her voice commanding as the distance between them disappeared. A deranged smile appeared on her face, her teeth shining under the dim light.
"I will take."
Hermione gasped, her body arching towards the woman, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her blouse.
She could feel the heat between her legs, the ache intensifying with every word.
"I will have you.." Bellatrix whispered, her eyes blazing with lust. "..every part of you."
Hermione could barely breathe, her body trembling with need. She wanted this, needed this.
And she would do whatever the older woman demanded.
Bellatrix's lips brushed against hers, the contact sending a shock of electricity through her.
"I will not stop until I have taken what is mine," Bellatrix murmured, her breath hot against her lips. "And you can try to resist, to fight me.."
Her fingers released their hold on her hair, trailing down her cheek, tracing her jawline.
"...I want you to."
Hermione let out a strangled moan, her body aching for more.
Bellatrix's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes flashing with amusement.
"Do you know why, pet?"
Hermione could only shake her head, her mind reeling.
"Because," Bellatrix breathed, her voice low and husky. "It will make it so much sweeter when I finally break you."
The older woman visibly shuddered at her own words, a moan escaping her lips.
Hermione's mind was foggy, her body consumed with the need for release. She didn't know how long she could last, how much longer she could endure this sweet torture.
Bellatrix's hand wrapped around her throat, her fingers squeezing the delicate skin.
"Look at me," the older woman commanded, her tone firm and demanding.
Hermione could feel her pulse quicken, her breath hitching in her throat. She was helpless, powerless.
And yet, she found herself wanting more.
Bellatrix's grip tightened, her nails digging into the sensitive flesh.
This was why she had tried so hard to resist, why she had been so determined to avoid this woman.
She knew she would surrender, that she would be unable to resist the allure.
The woman was dangerous, unpredictable.
But Hermione could not bring herself to care, not when the older woman's lips were so close, not when her body was aching for her touch.
Bellatrix's hand moved lower, her fingers skimming over the swell of her breasts.
Hermione inhaled sharply, her heart racing as the woman's palm cupped her breast.
She had missed this, had craved this.
The feeling of the older woman's touch on her skin, the way her eyes burned into her, the way her fingers caressed her.
"I'm going to ruin you," Bellatrix said, her voice dripping with desire. "I'm going to tear you apart."
She punctuated her words with a sharp tug of her hair, her lips curling into a smile.
"All your intellect, all your ambition, all your stubbornness.."
Hermione could feel her breath quicken, her skin burning with need as she felt more than saw Bellatrix slowly undo the first few buttons of Hermione's shirt.
"..all of it.." Bellatrix's voice was dark, her eyes wild with lust. "..it will mean nothing.."
Hermione's breath hitched in her throat as the older woman's hand slipped inside her shirt, her fingers grazing her bare skin.
"..not when I am through with you.."
She couldn't speak, couldn't think. All she could focus on was the feeling of the woman's touch, the way her body was responding to her.
"..you will beg me to stop.." Bellatrix continued, her lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. "..you will plead for mercy.."
Hermione could only whimper, her mind hazy with desire.
"..but I won't give it to you."
The words were a promise, a threat.
Hermione's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her shirt now hanging open.
Bellatrix's fingertips traced the outline of her bra, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine.
"I will have you begging.." Bellatrix murmured, her voice low and husky. "..begging for release."
Her other hand moved down, cupping Hermione's ass.
"And I will grant it.." Bellatrix purred, her grip tightening. "..when I decide."
Hermione let out a strangled gasp, her body melting into the older woman's touch. It was too much, too overwhelming.
She couldn't resist, couldn't fight it.
"I will shatter you," Bellatrix whispered, her voice thick with lust. "I will consume you."
The older woman's fingers trailed down her stomach, slipping inside her panties.
Hermione could feel her muscles tense, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Oh god.." she breathed, her body trembling with need.
"God is not here," Bellatrix murmured, her lips curling into a smirk.
"But I am."
Hermione moaned as the woman's fingers dipped lower, brushing against her wetness.
It was too much, the sensations threatening to overwhelm her. She was lost, consumed by the feeling of the older woman's touch.
"Please.." she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
"You want this, don't you?" Bellatrix breathed, her fingertips teasing her slick folds.
Hermione could only nod, her body aching for more.
Bellatrix laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"If only the old bag McGonagall could see you now.." she taunted, her fingers sliding into Hermione's cunt, her thumb grazing her clit. "..how quickly you crumble, how easy it is for me to make you submit."
Hermione's hips bucked, her body begging for more.
"I could have you right here," Bellatrix said, her voice a low growl. "..right now."
Her mind was already too far gone, Bellatrix an expert at enticing her, and the younger woman was unable to deny her.
"You would let me," the older woman continued, her tone dark and seductive. "You would beg me to."
"Yes," Hermione whimpered, her voice trembling with desire.
"I could fuck you right here, and no one would even know."
Bellatrix's fingers curled inside her, her thumb pressing against her clit.
"You would moan for me, you would cry out my name."
Hermione bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan.
"You would come for me, your body shuddering with pleasure."
Her vision was blurring, her mind foggy with lust. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure intensifying.
"And then, when you think it's over.."
Bellatrix's hand squeezed her ass, her nails digging into her flesh.
"..I would start all over again."
The woman's fingers moved faster, her thumb circling her clit.
"I would make you come again and again.."
Hermione was losing control, her body overwhelmed with pleasure.
"..until you can't take anymore."
Just as she was about to fall apart, Bellatrix's hand pulled away, leaving her throbbing and unsated.
"..and even then, I would keep going.."
Bellatrix's voice was low and raspy, her breathing ragged.
"..until you're broken.."
The words were like a punch to the gut, sending a wave of arousal through Hermione.
"..until there's nothing left but me."
Hermione felt the tears stinging her eyes, her body aching with the need for release.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can't take it."
Bellatrix's expression darkened, her eyes blazing with lust as she retreated to her seat, her lips curling into a smirk,leaving a speechless and aroused Hermione, her cunt soaked and pulsating with need.
The older woman reached for a folder on the table, opening it up,her dark curls obscuring her face, a contrast to the pale and milky skin that Hermione knew lay underneath the layers of clothing.
Sliding it to the middle of the table, a pen ready for use on top of it as she leaned back against the table, her body angled in a way that she appeared like the embodiment of the word sin.
"Sign," she ordered, her voice husky.
Hermione, still dazzled, approached the table on groggy feet.
The woman was playing with her, and Hermione could not bring herself to care.
Not when the promise of release was so close, not when the ache between her thighs was unbearable.
The folder was open, revealing the contract. The words were a blur, her vision unfocused.
Hermione reached for the pen, her hand trembling.
She didn't care, didn't care about the consequences.
She was too far gone, too consumed by her desire.
Bellatrix's eyes were locked on her, her gaze burning into her.
Hermione's hands were trembling, her breathing ragged as she took a hold of the pen.
What was she doing?
This was madness, insanity.
She was risking everything, throwing away her future, her career.
For what?
For the chance to come undone under the touch of a woman?
What about McGonagall? What about her dreams?
All those years of work, of study, of sacrifice.
Was she really going to throw it all away?
Her mind was reeling, her heart pounding in her chest.
Hermione's hand was hovering over the contract, her resolve wavering.
This was her last chance, her last opportunity to walk away, to get out of this mess.
To keep her sanity, her dignity.
To keep her life on track.
"Just so you know..."Hermione breath hitched in her throat as she felt Bellatrix right behind her, the woman's presence overwhelming her. "..if you sign it.."
Hermione couldn't stop the shiver that ran down her spine as she felt the older woman's breath against her neck.
"..if you agree to this, to be mine.. I won't stop."
Hermione could feel the weight of the older woman's gaze, the heat radiating from her body.
"..I won't let you go..."
She couldn't move, couldn't breathe.
The contract was within her grasp, the words a blur.
Her heart was pounding, her mind racing.
She had never wanted anything so badly in her life.
She had to make a choice, a decision.
Her career, her future, or her deepest, darkest desire.
Bellatrix pushed against her ass.
"..as soon as you sign it.."
Hermione inhaled sharply, the smell of the woman's perfume invading her senses.
"..I will bend you over this table.."
She could feel her skin tingling, her body responding to the older woman's words.
"..and I will fuck you.."
She knew she was risking everything, that she was gambling with her future, her life.
But she didn't care, not anymore.
Hermione took a shaky breath, her hand reaching for the pen.
"I will fuck you until you're begging for mercy.."
The words were a promise, a warning.
Hermione's fingers wrapped around the pen, her grip tightening.
"I will fuck you until your body is trembling, until you're dripping with pleasure.."
Hermione's pulse was racing, her skin burning.
"..until there's nothing left, nothing but the memory of me."
Hermione exhaled, her mind made up.
She brought the pen to the contract, her hand shaking as she signed her name.
The words blurred together, the meaning lost as her mind went blank.
The contract was binding, the agreement made.
She had sealed her fate.
She would belong to this woman, to Bellatrix.
There was no going back.
Bellatrix's laughter echoed through the room, the sound sending a shiver down her spine.
"Now, be a good girl, and bend over."
The woman's voice was dark, commanding.
Hermione obeyed, her body responding instinctively.
She couldn't resist, couldn't deny her.
She bent over the table, her legs trembling as she felt the older woman's hand sliding over her ass, squeezing it.
"I've missed this, haven't you?"
Hermione could only whimper in response, her body aching for the older woman's touch.
"I've missed fucking you, making you come.."
Bellatrix's hand moved lower, her fingers trailing down her inner thigh.
"..making you scream my name.."
Hermione moaned as the woman's hand slipped between her legs, her fingers teasing her wetness.
"Oh god.."
"That's right, pet.."
Bellatrix's voice was husky, her tone full of desire.
"..say my name.."
Hermione gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white as the woman's fingers slipped inside her.
"Oh, fuck!"
The feeling of the woman's fingers stretching her, filling her was intoxicating.
"Such a dirty mouth.."
Bellatrix's other hand moved up her body, reaching for her breast.
Hermione's mind was numb, her body consumed by pleasure.
She had signed the contract, sealed her fate.
She belonged to this woman, and she would do anything, everything she asked of her.
Hermione let out a ragged gasp as Bellatrix began pumping her fingers, her thumb grazing her clit.
"Come for me, pet.."
The words were a command, and Hermione's body obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her, waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Good girl.."
Bellatrix's fingers continued moving, drawing out the sensation.
Hermione's vision blurred, her mind foggy as she struggled to catch her breath.
The contract was binding, the deal made.
She had sold her soul, and she couldn't bring herself to care.
Not when the pleasure was this intense, not when she was powerless against the woman's desires.
She would belong to her, completely and utterly.
There was no going back.
End