Hermoine admired Harry as he stood by the bed. He was dressed in muggle clothes; slim fitting worn jeans and an unbuttoned old flannel. She raked her gaze down his body taking in his rangy build. He was tall with dark hair - tousled from her hands running through it - and a 5 o'clock shadow. His green eyes intense and dilated as he let her look at him.
Dragging her gaze down she took in his lean, cut muscles. You'd never guess it when he's all buttoned up for the ministry in his suit and robes but ever since the war he had kept himself in excellent shape. There was a red flush creeping up his neck from his lean chest that was decorated with light red scratches under his smattering of dark chest hair. Her gaze lingered on them knowing how she had left them there only a few minutes ago. Going lower still she followed the line of hair as it thinned over his abs, watching as they contracted with each laboured breath. He wasn't panting but he was obviously turned on from their earlier activity - she knows she's still soaked from grinding against him on the couch and watching him just standing there looking like that was only making it worse.
Her gaze took in the sharp cut of his hips where his jeans were hanging low and paused on the sizable bulge behind them. Her own breathing quickened at the sight.
In school she would have never believed her bespectacled friend would one day be the best fuck she ever had with a cock that could fill her up like no one else. She'd had the odd fantasy about him, she wasn't blind, she knew he was attractive but somehow she wasted her attention on Ron. Settled into a boring orgasm free life with him and lost herself in the monotony. It wasn't until she was wrapped around Harry, screaming his name that she realised what she had been missing. Him.
She finally broke her gaze away from his bulge with a swallow and took in how his jeans hugged his lean thighs. She knew how powerful those thighs felt when he fucked her and how beatifully they led up to his tight ass — her favourite place to sink her nails as she's begging him to fuck her deeper.
Finally her eyes trailed down to his bare feet before snapping back up to his gaze. She caught her breath at what she saw there, his eyes practically boiling with arousal.
"I don't know how I'm going to get through two hours with you looking at me like that" he said gruffly. His own gaze travelled to the love bites that decorated her neck. " We could just skip to part two and I could tie you to that bed" he said, his eyes returning to hers, "you know I'll have you screaming for me ".
She swallowed, arousal shooting through her. Her panties were truly ruined and they had barely started.
She took a step towards him, running her hand up his chest and feeling the tickle of the hair there before wrapping it around his neck. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips that quickly turned anything but as he pushed his tongue in. She pulled away and carded her fingers through the hair on the back of his head "I'm in control tonight remember, You'll get your turn".
She truly admired that he was able to do this, hand over control to her. It wasn't often, and it wasn't often she wanted it — she was more than happy to be dominated by him most of the time. Every now and then though she wanted to take control, she wanted to be the one to watch him fall apart.
She'd been into edging for a long time having watched her fair share of porn of men desperate and begging to cum but she'd never had the opportunity to do it in real life. She'd never even really had the inclination to do that with any of her other partners. She'd had decent sex before Harry had blown them out of the water but none that she wanted to admire every inch of like she did with him. They'd been having sex for a year and dating for 2 months and it had taken her a while to realise that he was willing to be the vulnerable one on occasion. That he enjoyed being the focus of attention sometimes. She loved that he trusted her as much as she trusted him.
The deal was simple: two hours tied to her bed where he would not be allowed to cum. Where she could explore his body to her heart's content. She wasn't unreasonable though, in exchange he would get the same two hours another night to do anything he wanted to her, no holds barred. Her clit throbbed at the thought.
"Take your shirt off" she told him and he shrugged it down his arms and threw it across the room.
Her hands went to the waistband of his jeans. She unbuttoned them and dropped to her knees. She made eye contact with him as she slowly lowered the zipper, his eyes were so dilated there was just a vivid thin band of green around black.
"Fuck" he bit out as he watched her hook her hands in the sides of his jeans and boxers and drag them down his thighs.
She was careful to hook them around his cock as she lowered them to his ankles and then she took in the picture he made. His cock was long and thick, almost touching his stomach. He was so hard. The tip already tinged red from his arousal. His cock jumped and his balls drew up slightly as she stared, she grinned knowing he was getting off on this as much as she was. She grabbed each leg of his jeans and pulled down as he obligingly lifted his feet and she tossed them across the room.
She sat back on her knees and looked up at him. Six foot four and handsome, he got plenty of looks at the ministry from women who admired him in the way that she used to. As a cute, friendly, mild mannered man. She loved that they had no idea what he turned into when you got his clothes off him. She bit her lip at the raw sexuality of him towering above her. Her mind couldn't help but jump to the other night when he'd had her facedown in the very bed next to them, hands tied behind her back as he pressed her down with his hands and pounded into her. Her ears rang with all the dirty things he'd said to her. How he'd made her tell him she was a slut, that he owned her. As he'd made her beg for his fingers on her clit to push her into her third orgasm. Her eyes met his and from the intensity in his gaze she knew he was thinking the same thing.
Her own breathing was becoming laboured now. She took a deep breath and pulled herself together. She was the one in control tonight.
Keeping eye contact with him she spat in her hands obscenely and wrapped them around his cock, not able to fully encircle his girth with just one. She immediately picked up the rhythm she knew he liked until she could see the pleasure written across his face. His breathing deepened and his stomach clenched as in a few minutes she had him close. When he fucked her his stamina was amazing but she'd made sure to be ready. The way she'd grinded herself to orgasm against his clothed cock minutes earlier and the anticipation of what was to come combined to make him already begin to lose his composure. "Suck it" he told her, an order she would normally immediately comply with but not tonight. "You'll have to wait for that" she told him loving the battle to control his frustration she could see as clear as day. Another couple of minutes and he couldn't hold back, his balls drew up tight and she could see in his body language that she knew so well that he was about to cum. She took her hands off him and watched as he ground his teeth, panting slightly. "The timer hasn't started yet" he said. "This is just the warm up" she told him with a smile.
She stood, dragging her hand lightly up the soft skin of his thigh and admiring the masculinity of the small hairs and feel of firm muscle under it. She was careful to avoid his cock as she drew a line right next to it up his abs which clenched at her touch and to his chest.
"The second these two hours are up I'm gonna fuck you through the mattress and I won't be gentle" he said as she looked up to his face. It was a promise and her pussy clenched at the intensity of the moment.
She placed a soft kiss at the side of his mouth "you're gonna have to get through those two hours first" she reminded him, a small grin on her face as she pulled back.
Time for him to be the one admiring a little. She reached behind her back and pulled the tie of her simple summer dress and moved the shoulder straps, allowing it to pool at the floor. She hadn't gone with full lingerie but his eyes devoured her as he took in the pale pink lace thong she wore and the matching balconette bra hugging her small, perky tits. His eyes roamed over her and he reached out a hand to pull her towards him. She pushed his hand back, "It's my night remember".
He ground his teeth as he lowered his hand, cock jumping against his stomach. "You're fucking beatiful" he told her as she freed her hair from it's bun and let her curls cascade down her back. She blushed slightly at the attention. She was aware she was relatively pretty but no man had made her feel as if she was truly beautiful until him. There was no doubt that was how he felt though as his heated gaze roamed over her petite body.
She stepped towards him and told him "no touching" as his hands started to reach towards her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into him until her mouth almost brushed his. "I'm so fucking wet for you" she told him and his nostrils flared as he fought the urge to grab her and throw her on the bed. She pushed two fingers into herself under her thong and her breath stuttered as she pressed her head against his chest. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as she pulled them out, soaked with her arousal, and pressed them against his lips. He opened up eagerly and sucked them clean, keeping eye contact with her the whole time. She couldn't help her moan and as she pulled her fingers out she pulled him down and leaned up meeting his lips in a kiss. Her tongue explored his as he immediately took control of the kiss, his hands winding around her waist and pulling her tight against his body. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his hard cock pressing between them, she could feel the moisture of pre cum beading on top against her stomach and her pulse skyrocketed while her core clenched in need.
With a force of will she pulled back and removed his hands from her as they both breathed heavily. "Maybe it should be more than two hours, hmm?" she asked him as he tried to get himself back under control.
"Fuck" he said. "I want to fuck you so bad" he said his eyes slightly wild.
Merlin this man drove her mad. She had a mission tonight though and she would see it through. She stepped back towards him and her hand returned to his chest. "I know babe but you'll have me begging for your cock before you know it" she told him as she felt the rise and fall of his flushed chest against her hand. "Do you remember your safe word?" she asked him.
They had agreed on a safeword early on, when it rapidly became apparent that the nice, tame but ultimately unfulfilling fuck she thought she was going to get when she went home with Harry was going to be more rough and all consuming. She'd never had to use it, she had only gotten close one night when she'd made the mistake of drunkenly flirting back with one of the slimy guys that worked in her department at an office party - though was it really a mistake when the reason she did it was to see how he'd make her pay for it. Harry's department was there too and he made sure to punish her for it when they got back to his place. She loved the complete submission of allowing him to spank her or paddle her. She loved how much he got off on that submission and the complete trust she placed in him. That night he had allowed her to select how she would be punished and her pussy had clenched as she told him to paddle her and saw the look of pleasure and pride in his eyes. He had got her right to the edge, desperate for his cock before holding her down in his bed and making sure she knew that if she moved her hands in the way or rubbed her ass she would not be getting fucked as he beat her ass till it bruised purple. She remembered how he had told her how proud he was of her as he carried her to the bed and fucked her slow but firm as her battered rear pressed into the bed, a warm up for the hard fuck he gave her later. She remembered how she admired the mark in the mirror for days, feeling completely owned, utterly dominated. She would get wet every time she saw it.
"Pickle" he said with a slight grin on his lips. They shared the same safe word that she picked, he thought it was ridiculous. He'd never even gotten close to using it as she didn't dominate him in the way he did her. The furthest they had gone was her taking control sometimes when they had sex. Getting him to let her watch him get himself off or getting him to wear a cockring as he fucked her, not cuming until she gave permission- a warm up to tonight. He always had some degree of control; it was in his nature and in hers to give it to him. She didn't think he would be using it tonight either but she wanted him to know he could stop things at any time, she wanted him to feel as safe as she did even when he was spanking her or making her beg or telling her she was a whore. She wanted him to feel as wanted and loved as she did.
Despite the grin on his lips she could see the trust in his eyes and it just got her hotter. This man who took control of her so completely, who took her breath away with how totally he would dominate her trusting her to take the reigns did something to her.
"Get on the bed, spreadeagle, '' she told him. He swallowed and complied. As he lowered himself onto her bed, she watched the flex of his muscles as he stretched himself out to each of the four posters. She admired the masculine image of him taking up most of the queen size bed with his large frame.
"The timer starts when I have you tied" She told him. She had already set the timer up to go on her phone on the bedside table. Her love of muggle gadgets always came in useful. No alarm was set but the screen was set to stay on so she could check it throughout.
She walked across the foot of the bed touching each ankle and wandlessly summoning rope to tie them to the bedpost. He flexed each leg, pulling slightly on the firm rope. As skilled and competent an auror as he was she knew his talent with wandless magic didn't match her own. She had fine skill where he had raw power. Without his wand that was tucked into the back pocket of his jeans, across the room, he wouldn't be getting out of this rope until she let him. She looked to him as he let out a shaky exhale and his adams apple bobbed with a swallow under his stubble. "Are you ok with this?" she asked.
"Yes" he said roughly, eyes burning into her. "I trust you".
She unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor and watched his reaction. He exhaled harshly through his nose, his hips canting slightly on the bed. His cock looked desperate to be touched and she felt her clit ache at the sight. She hooked her thumbs under the strap of her thong and pulled that down next letting it join the bra on the floor. He wet his lips as he took in her soaked cunt. She kept it waxed which made it readily apparent how much she was into this.
'You enjoying this huh?" he said as he flexed his hips again. "Yes' she said, slightly breathless at seeing him spread out and keyed up like this. "Thank you for letting me do this" she said honestly. "You gonna do my hands next or just stare cause I'm certainly gonna have your hands tied when you're the one on this bed aching for me, I think I'll add a gag too" he said in response, his voice rough.
The imagery of that went straight to her core but she managed to keep her composure. "I wouldn't want a gag for you" she said as she walked along the side of the bed trailing her finger up his thigh. She watched the skin pebble as her hand ran over it. She grazed his cock as she passed and noted the hitch in his breathing and the way he angled his hips slightly towards her. He was trying to control himself but she could see his resolve beginning to crumble. "I want to hear you when you beg me to cum" she said softly as her hand travelled up his chest. She put one knee on the bed and leaned over to his arm, her breasts grazing his face as she tied his left wrist. "I don't beg" he said as he captured a nipple between his lips, sucking on it harshly and eliting a moan before it turned into a hiss as he bit down on it slightly. She pulled away, her seductress facade cracking as her raw desire wrote itself across her face.
He grinned at her, loving how desperate for him he could make her even in this position. "Apologise" she said to him. He shifted on the bed "I can see how desperate you are for me to give the other one the same treatment" he said "why would I apologise when you loved it". The self satisfied smirk stayed firmly on his lips.
This was a cockiness he never showed outside of the bedroom but whenever it came out it always made her want him. Tonight the tables were turned though and she needed to take control. She leaned down to his ear "This is my night Harry and you will ask permission, the deal was that I could tie you up and do what I want to you for two hours but I said nothing about making you cum at the end of it" she said softly letting him digest the quiet threat. Of-course she wouldn't be able to follow through on it, after two hours she'd be as desperate to make him cum as he is to do it but he didn't need to know that. She placed a kiss against his neck before pulling away slightly. "And you say you won't beg but look at you" she glanced down to where his hips were squirming on the bed "I've barely touched you and you're writhing for me". His hips stilled as he fought to hide how much he was being affected by this. He was willing to give her the reins sometimes but she knew it wasn't easy for him and this was the most she had ever asked of him. She knew though that as much as he fought for control on the rare occasion he gave it up he loved it. She knew it would only heighten when he got that control back.
"Apologise to me Harry and maybe I'll let you cum before I untie you". He looked at her and she could see the battle to stay in control in his eyes and she could see when he lost. "Sorry" he ground out. His cock jumped against his stomach and he shuddered as he said it. She knew he loved the submission of it, allowing the woman he knew he owned to take control. She loved that he had never done anything like this with another woman - she was the only one this dominant man was willing to be this vulnerable for.
She reached up and bound the other wrist before admiring the sight. His hair was dishevelled, his lips pink from how he was kissing her downstairs earlier and his eyes were burning with intensity as he stared up at her. She took in his spread arms, lax enough not to be painful and allow a small amount of movement but tight enough he wasn't going anywhere. The veins stood out on his forearms as he gripped at the rope tied around his wrists, the wiry muscle in his arms stood out in stark relief as he shifted in the bed against his restraints. A ruddy flush spread down from his neck to halfway across his chest, standing out against his lightly tan skin. She knew the flush would spread across his whole chest as he came, a sight that always had her joining him. She took in how his broad chest contracted as he pulled slightly on his restraints. How his abs flexed with every laboured breath, a smattering of moles standing out against his skin across his stomach and chest. She knew he had more across his back and ass. She admired how his hips hitched up as her gaze raked over him letting her see the flex of his tight ass as he thrust his big cock up. She noted the moisture leaking out of the red head as she watched, so turned on when she wasn't even touching it. She saw the flex of the lean muscles in his thighs dusted with dark hair as he tested his leg ties. She reached over and tapped her phone to start the timer. "Two hours and you can cum" she told him and saw the frustration in his face. He'd thought he would manage two hours without too much difficulty but he was beginning to realise he had underestimated her.
"Hermione" he said breathily. He wasn't begging but she could hear the plea in his voice, he wanted to be touched.
She walked over to him and laid herself beside him, her body fitting perfectly against his. She ran her hand across his chest and he shuddered. His reactions and the sound of his heavy breathing had her wetting the inside of her thighs. She brought her hand to the side of his face and took in the look of hunger and need on it. "Do you want me to touch your cock Harry?" she asked him, lips almost touching his. He groaned and flexed against his ties as he nodded. "Ask me then" she said as she rubbed her own hips against his side, incredibly turned on by his reactions. She looked in his eyes and saw the desperation, the trust to surrender and let her do this. "Touch me Hermione" he said "Stroke my fucking cock for me" the movement of his hips intensified with his need. "Soon" she said as she began kissing his neck. He groaned in frustration.
She kissed her way down his chest, paying special attention to his hard nipples. He bit off a moan as she laved her tongue over one. They weren't as sensitive as hers but she was pleased to see just how much he reacted. When she lightly bit it, returning his favour from earlier, he groaned out her name. Her core was aching with need at this point, she was going to have to give her clit some much needed attention soon but first she wanted to get him truly desperate. She moved over to the other and repeated her actions. He was shifting up and down the bed now pulling himself on the restraints and canting his hips up every few seconds with need. She could feel moisture against his chest as he began to sweat. The sounds coming out of his mouth were sinful. Heavy breaths, soft moans but she wanted to have him whimpering with need.
She trailed her kisses down his stomach, loving the way his abs clenched against her lips with each kiss. She trailed down the sides of his abs, avoiding where his cock lay against his stomach, large enough to reach his belly button. When he shifted his hips, trying to move his cock to the side of his abs where her lips were she simply ignored it and moved further away.
When she laid a gentle kiss on his hip, right next to his cock he hissed. "Touch it" he told her "put your mouth on me". "Not yet" she told him, loving every second of it.
She moved to his other hip, just as close to where he wanted her and looked up at him as she kissed there. "You're so fucking hot Harry" she told him as he looked at her, eyes dark. Despite his absolute confidence in the bedroom she knew Harry was uncomfortable with praise, he didn't see himself the way she did. She wanted to make sure he fully understood just how she saw him while she had him like this.
"I'm so fucking wet for you Harry" she told him as she took her trail of kisses down his leg. "No one's ever affected me like you do" she kissed his thigh. "No one's fucked me like you". Another kiss. "I get wet just looking at you". She placed a kiss in his inner thigh and he couldn't help but moan. "Every inch of this body drives me mad Harry" she pressed a kiss to his balls and loved the sound of him panting with need. Her next kiss was at the base of his thick cock "Your so fucking big Harry". She kissed further up "You hit so deep I always think I won't be able to take it until you make me" further up she went.
He was truly writhing now, his breathing laboured and a light sheen of sweat highlighting his muscles. His eyes were almost wholly black as he looked down at her "Hermione" he groaned again. Her actions had him desperate and her words were overwhelming.
"I'm yours Harry you know that don't you" she said as she laid a kiss just below the head of his cock which was flushed red from how much he needed some stimulation there. She lifted his cock from his stomach, his gaze rapt on her every action. "You own me Harry" she told him as she took him in her mouth. His groan was guttural as she took half of him. She breathed through her nose and relaxed her throat as she took him deeper. She pressed her hands against his hips as he pushed up into her as much as he could with his ties and she choked slightly. She wasn't able to take all of him in her mouth, she'd tried but he was just too big. Still she managed most of him with practice and she pulled off him as he went wild. His heels pressed into the bed thrusting his cock as he looked at her with such desperation it left her breathless.
"Suck it Mione, fucking suck it, I know you want to". "Beg me" she told him. He squirmed and shook his head. "I don't beg" he said again but she could hear the doubt in his voice. She would have him begging if it was the last thing she did, she had to see him reach that point, she wanted to see him be that raw and vulnerable.
She took his cock again and he moaned like he was in agony. From the thrusting of his hips she knew he wanted her to go faster but she kept it steady, loving the way his breath hitched when her throat contacted around his length. After a couple of minutes she pulled off and stroked his length with her hand using her saliva on his cock, she couldn't enclose him with one hand and she knew it wasn't enough stimulation for him. "Are you close baby?" she asked him. "Don't you dare fucking stop" he told her as she continued stroking his cock. "I know you want my cum down your throat, I can feel you moaning around my cock, you fucking love sucking me off don't you". The hard tone of his voice had her taking her other hand down to her cunt and stroking across her clit. She pressed her head into his hip as she let out her own desperate moan, she was so turned on she knew she'd cum fast. Any other time when he talked to her like that she would be on her knees for him in a heartbeat but tonight was different.
"God look at you fucking desperate for me" he said, his eyes felt like they would burn through her skin they were so intense "my little slut aren't you". She rubbed harder against her clit, she loved when he talked to her like this, so different to the kind, sweet man he was the rest of the time."I am" she moaned. "I'll feel better than your fingers whore, untie me and I'll make you feel so fucking good". She was tempted, she was so turned on and the absolute dominance in his tone even while tied to her bed had her wanting to submit to him. Not as much as she wanted to see him completely fall apart though.
She took her hand off his cock and straddled his thigh. One hand balanced herself on his chest as the other rubbed against her clit and she hovered her face in front of his. "Your not cuming till the time's up and you beg Harry" she pressed hard against her clit her next words coming out breathy "you can watch me cum as many times as I want thinking about how your gonna fuck me into this matress when these ties come off but if you want any chance of cuming yourself you have to beg". She broke off with a moan as she came so hard she barely held herself up on his chest. She stared into his heated gaze the entire time.
"Jesus christ '' he groaned out looking dumbstruck.
She slid down his body and took his cock back in her mouth feeling dazed from the intensity of her orgasm. "I'm not gonna beg Mione" he gritted out. Gone was the domineering tone of voice he had before, now he sounded wrecked and it just made her suck his cock harder.
As his groans got more and more obscene she pulled off again. "Don't fucking stop Mione I'm so close" he said sounding desperate. She saw his balls had pulled up tight ready to shoot, his thighs were trembling and the look in his eyes was near crazed. She trusted him to commit to this scene and warn her to the best of his ability when he was about to cum but he was so overstimulated at this point she didn't believe he wouldn't slip up. She couldn't allow that to happen, he was crazed now but he wasn't begging. It was time to pull out her ace. After all what was the point of having magic if you couldn't have some fun with it.
"Harry look at me" she said, trying to tamp down her own arousal enough to make him understand the gravity of this. She would never do something like this without his consent. He heard the new tone in her voice and though he didn't stop writhing, his need to cum at this point overwhelming, she could tell he was taking it in.
"Do you trust me Harry?". "Yes" he answered immediately. Her heart warmed at the implicit trust in his gaze. "I want to use magic on you" he was nodding as she said it. "Do you want to know what I'm gonna do?" he shook his head "Fuck I trust you Mione but I don't know how much more I can take of this. My balls fucking ache ". If she could cum from words alone she would have done it right there. She leaned into his side pressing her lips intimately against his ear "I love you Harry. The way you look right now desperate in this bed, the noises you're making. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I'm gonna serve you so well after this, show you I know who this cunt belongs to" he leaned into her as she spoke, pressing his head against hers.
She drew away and brought her wand to her with a quick flick of power. "You can always stop this with one word Harry, I'll make you cum right away, you can fuck all this frustration into me" she said. He looked at the wand with a hint of hesitation, wondering what she had up her sleeve, he wasn't expecting this but he trusted her. "I can take this Hermione, I can take it for you and for what I'm gonna do to you when the tables turn. If you think I've been rough before, get ready. I'm gonna fucking destroy you when it's my turn". She almost dropped her wand at the heat in his voice, the raw promise of what he would do to her. She tried her best to compose herself as she saw renewed resolve in his eyes. She wondered how long that would hold up under her spell.
She'd made this spell herself to have two functions. It had been a considerable amount of work to formulate and she was rather proud of it. She'd practised it on herself and she knew the results could be... intense.
She dragged her wand down the side of his body as she muttered the incantation. As it completed she tossed her wand across the room and gave Harry a grin. Now she was the one looking smug. He just looked confused as he felt nothing.
Just as he opened his mouth to query her she slid down his body and took his cock back into her mouth. She didn't hold back this time letting him push as deep as he could, trying to hold back the choking as his size stretched out her throat. Gone was the steady rhythm of before, she went straight to what she knew he wanted.
The noises he made were Carnal. His groans were desperate as he thrust his hips up as far as he could get them into her mouth, stretching his bonds as far as he could. "Yes, fuck, make me cum" she had never heard him sound so wrung out and needy. "You fucking take it so well babe. Yes choke on me" his voice was rough with need as words spilled out of him. "I'm so fucking close, swallow my cum", "you're my little fucking whore aren't you". Every muscle in his body was strained towards release, his eyes glued to the sight of her eagerly sucking on him. Even if he was giving her the power right now he knew that he fucking owned her. All he could think about was coming down her throat, how she'd eagerly swallow every drop. How he'd be hard again in no time and he'd fuck her till she's gone, till she says she can't cum anymore and he fucks another out of her anyway as she screams his name. He was on fire with how possessive he felt at that moment. He was right fucking there.
A frown marred his features as he didn't cum. He felt like he was a split second away from it. He could feel his balls drawing up tight, his stomach clenching, his hips arching up ready to shoot. But he couldn't go over the edge. He just stayed right fucking there. His head thrashed with the desperate need to cum and he couldn't understand what was happening. His mind was too wrecked to piece it together.
"Fuck I'm so close","I'm RIGHT THERE","fucking make me cum babe I need it". He sounded broken. The pleading clear in his tone. He'd never been so desperate for something in his life, didn't know he could be this desperate. She pulled off his dick and took in the visage of the man she loved falling apart. He was sweaty, his eyes wild, his hair a mess. His gorgeous muscles were tensed into sharp relief. He was shuddering in the bed with his need to cum. The muscles in his thighs were jumping as her spell kept him right on the edge. His cock was so hard it looked sore, an angry red flush creeping down from the head and precum oozing out. He was beautiful.
A litany of filth came out of his mouth as he told her to make him cum, told her how desperate he was for it. It didn't sound like an order anymore though, it was a plea. But he wasn't begging.
She leaned into him and put her finger against his lips silencing his words though the groans and pants continued. She lowered her hand to his cock and lightly stroked it, backing off the stimulation enough that he could think but still keeping him right on the edge. He looked like he was losing his mind and it was the hottest thing she'd ever witnessed but she had to make sure he knew how to make it stop if he wanted to. "What's your safe word?" she asked him. His head shook on the pillow damp with the sweat pouring from him. "I won't stop if you say it now I just need to know you know it", "Pickle" he groaned past her finger. He was settling down a little now she didn't have her mouth on his cock though he was still shaking with the need to cum. "Do you want to stop babe?" she asked him "Do you wanna use that word?". "No" he bit out, sounding lost. She moaned at the way he gave himself to it.
"Have you realised why you can't cum babe?". "No matter how hard you try, how much you want it you won't be coming till I take my spell off you". He groaned as he realised the corner she had him in. His shattered mind finally able to understand what was happening without her choking on his cock. "You're evil" he groaned out in disbelief. He knew she was going to push the limits tonight, they'd discussed the state she wanted to see him in but he never could have seen this coming. He felt like he was losing his sanity with the intensity of the need consuming him but he couldn't say he truly wanted it to stop. As much as his mind was screaming that he needed to cum, needed to get these binds off and fuck her with everything he had, put his cum as deep in her as he could get it. Part of him loved it. Loved an experience he could never have with anyone else. Loved how he could trust her so completely to take him apart and put him back together. Just as she did with him. And he knew she was almost as desperate as him, as much as she had the control he could see how worked up she was. Part of her wanted to end the spell, untie him and beg him to fuck her. He wasn't alone in this. He didn't know if he'd ever let her do something like this again, she'd certainly have to earn it if he did but he didn't truly want it to stop. Not completely. He wouldn't beg her though.
"Do you want to know the second part of the spell?" she asked him. She tried to make the question sound demure but couldn't stop the heat of her incredible arousal from seeping through. His eyes widened as he realised there was more up her sleeve.
She glued herself along his side, hand roaming across his warm chest and pressing kisses into his neck. She pulled back and looked at him as she activated it with a thought. She started gentle, she knew from her practise it could be painfully intense. Sensations erupted across his body as every touch she'd given him echoed across his skin. He could feel her hands roaming over him, her kisses pressing into him, her mouth around his cock all while she lay next to him drawing lines across his chest, her wetness smearing against his side.
"Fuck" he groaned out loudly. Barely holding back a shout. It was only an echo of the actual sensation but all together it was overwhelming, sensory overload. He could handle it though, if barely, trying desperately to hold himself together under the onslaught of sensation.
Then it got more intense. With a thought she increased the effect of the spell. Only a little, just enough to get him a little more desperate and to make it clear that she could control what he's experiencing at will.
He was shaking in the bed now, straining against his restraints with all his strength. Wild with the tsunami of sensations that were assaulting his body. "I've barely started baby, this is a tickle compared to what this spell can do" she whispered into his ear, wantonly grinding her core into his side, overwhelmed herself by how turned on she was. "Beg me baby and I'll go easy on you".
Even completely overwhelmed. Completely consumed by the primal need to cum he looked at her with searing intensity and told her "I don't beg".
Challenge accepted.
20 Minutes left.
As much as she fantasised about this, never had she dreamed it would go this far. She almost feared what his reaction would be after the spell ended and the orgasm he'd been working towards for over an hour and a half ripped through him. He'd given her control a few times but never like this. She had increased the intensity of her spell steadily until the point where he was no longer capable of coherent speech. Just whining and whimpering as he writhed like he was in agony with the odd words stuttered out; "hermoine", "fuck", "need to cum". She made sure to lower the intensity several times to give him an opportunity for it to end, she still planned to see her two hours through but she could end the torture of the spell. Even as a shattered gorgeous mess though, demanding desperately she make him cum every time he could speak again he refused to beg or use his safeword. She'd begun to think he was unbreakable. The willingness to let her get him into this state and the strength to not give in had her so turned on she couldn't help but bring herself off again against him. She looked down at the beautiful writhing mess in her bed and feared she'd broken him.
He was soaked with sweat. Every sinew of muscle standing out as he strained desperately against his binds. Precum had leaked all over his lower stomach from his red cock and his balls were tight against him. He had tears in his eyes from the intensity of the sensations he was experiencing and the mind splitting need to cum. The air was saturated with his scent, driving her mad. His cries were an endless soundtrack to his suffering. She ran her hands over his body, licked at his sweat and precum, tormented his now bruised looking nipples, stroked his cock, sucked his cock. She explored every inch of him, adding new sensations for the spell to repeat. The whole time adding to his sweat soaking the mattress with her arousal.
He was the hottest thing she had ever seen. He was that anyway but she couldn't imagine something more arousing than watching him in this state. The absolute trust in her was breathtaking. Part of her felt conflicted with how far this had gone but she'd given him plenty of chances to end it. Mostly she felt desperate. As hard as she had cum watching him like this, feeling his reactions as she was draped over him, it was hollow. She needed his hands, his cock, his firm dominance. She needed him to take back control and make her whine and plead. She'd imagined herself being somewhat detached as she enjoyed tormenting him like this but in reality she ached with her need for him.
She drew his head towards her, her hand digging into his sweat soaked hair and lowered the intensity. She knew what he was experiencing was still overwhelming but some semblance of sanity returned to his glassy eyes. "God, I can't. Hermione. I need to cum. It hurts. Fuck. I can't.". She knew his cock and his balls must be aching beyond belief not to mention every overworked muscle in his body as they all strained against the endless crash of sensations and need to finish. She shushed him running her lips over his, loving that he still tried to catch hers in a kiss. Her hand was wrapped around his cock, steadily stroking him as she looked at him."Fuck the timer Harry I want you to fuck me, I need it. Just beg me once and I'll make you cum right now. I'll disappear the binds and you can own me for as long as you want. You can make me as desperate as you are now". "Oh god. Fuck. Fuck." he shook his head violently "no, no I won't beg" he said, continuing to arch desperately into her hand just increasing his own torment with each thrust. He pressed his face as close to hers as he could as if looking for comfort. "Do you want to use your safe word?" she asked him. "No,no, fuck, fuck" he panted out. As she watched his almost complete submission the fire in her was stoked. She had given him more outs than he would her. She had a mission going into this and she'd succeed even if it destroyed him. He would cross his line in the sand, he would beg her to cum and she wouldn't settle for just four words now. She wanted him to truly beg, and she'd make him. Whether she'd survive when his day came and she was the one tied up was questionable after this but she knew she'd love every second of her punishment anyway.
She hooked her leg over him and straddled his waist pressing her soaked cunt against his throbbing cock. He whined in need as she rubbed up and down his aching length. "Do you wanna fuck me Harry?". "Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes" he whined, thrashing on the bed. She grinded her clit against his length, getting him wet and making her clench her thighs against his sides as she choked on a breath. She leaned down to his ear "Do you want your little slut to ride you? I've been desperate for your cock this whole time" she whispered in his ear. He was babbling incoherently: broken pleas of yes, make me cum, I can't, need it, but she could tell he understood her by the way the thrusts against her cunt intensified. She reached down and guided the length of him to her entrance. He was red hot and rock hard in her hands and soaked with a mixture of sweat, his precum and her arousal. She sank down on him in one smooth motion. He gave the most broken groan yet as she whined harsher than any he had uttered into his neck. Normally the first thrust needed to be slow and steady, pausing to let her adjust. It wasn't often he made her adjust to all of him at once. She was so turned on, so desperate for him though that she couldn't do slow tonight. It stung and she gasped desperately into his neck. He was so deep he scraped across her cervix causing flashes of pain and her walls felt like he'd rip her apart if he had any more girth. At the same time he pressed against every bit of her causing waves of pleasure to crash through her body. His desperate thrusts of his hips caused him to move slightly in her and grind her clit against his pelvis making her moan into his ear "Oh god Harry. You feel so good". Even with the spell toned down the addition of the sensation of her wet cunt wrapping around him while he was currently in her had him wild. He was thrashing on the bed, pulling so hard on the restraints she feared his wrists and ankles would need healing after.
She started riding him, lifting almost off him each time before bringing him back into her. Despite his desperate, unconscious thrusts giving it an erratic rhythm she joined him in wailing and breathing out a litany of words now. She told him how amazing he felt, how deep he was, how she lived for the feel of his cock in her in between filthy moans. It only took a couple of minutes to ride herself to a shattering orgasm. She pressed her mouth to his neck, muffling a whine as she rode it out. She cried praise into his ear as the continual thrusts of his hips made her whimper through the aftershocks. As much as she wanted to keep his cock in her, ride him into another orgasm and feel his cum fill her, she caught sight of the timer out of the corner of her eye. Ten minutes left. She winced as she pulled off him, sore from the sudden entry but still craving more and unhooked her leg from his waist.
She laid next to him, her head on his chest and her hand on the side of his head. She cut the sensation from the spell to nothing but didn't remove the block stopping him from coming. She resumed her steady strokes on his cock with her hand. He was still desperate to cum but he shuddered with relief at the break in his torment. Soft, broken whimpers echoed from his throat as he looked at her. "Just beg me Harry and you can cum. It can be over. It'll feel so good. Just beg me for it".
He still looked wrecked but she could see a flash of intelligence in his eyes he hadn't been fully capable of in a while as he adjusted to the absence of the spell and with it, defiance. "How.Long.Left '' he panted out, staring into her eyes. She had broken this man to pieces and still he had this in him. It was amazing, the ability to submit to her combined with an iron will that made his dominance of her so thrilling. He was incredible.
"Ten minutes'' she told him. "Either you beg, you use your safe word or I show you what this spell can really do". She cradled his head as she whispered her threat "it gets much, much worse Harry". He looked destroyed "just beg Harry, cum and then fuck me full of your cum till I can barely remember my name" she whispered to him. She looked deep into his eyes and she could see his resolve to not beg, to not safeword out, to be good and make this a mind blowing experience for her conflicting with his all consuming need to cum. Even with the spell cut out his body was overwhelmed with the torment of being right there, being so fucking close but being unable to finish. All he could think about was shoving his cock down her throat and making her swallow every drop, thrusting so deep into her cunt she screamed as he filled her up. Still, through it all he managed to utter two words as he resigned himself to his fate. "Make. Me" he said. The words broken by a guttural, desperate moan.
Her body was on fire as she watched his defiance, his submission. The man she belongs to giving himself so completely to this. "Don't hate me for this" she begged him. "Could. Never" he grit out.
She'd already taken him far beyond the intensity of the spell she was able to stand when she practised it on herself. She couldn't imagine the feeling of what she was about to do to him.
She increased the intensity of the spell to its maximum immediately. No ramp up, just a sudden cascade of overwhelming sensation.
His back bowed off the bed as he wailed. If she thought his muscles were straining before it was nothing to this. He strained so harshly against his restraints she saw the skin break. Tears rolled from his eyes. He felt her rubbing over his body so intensely it felt like she was going to take the skin off. He could feel her licking and nibbling on his nipples till it felt like they were on fire. He could feel her stroking, sucking and sinking herself onto his abused cock all at the same time. Every sensation was amplified until the pleasure was so white hot it was painful. It felt like lightning was running through every nerve ending. She clung to him through it. A combination of mind melting arousal, pride at him and pride at being his overwhelmed her.
He managed two minutes under the onslaught before he broke.
"Please!" he shouted "Please,please,please,please,please" he whined, unable to take any more of it.
She immediately reduced the sensation of the spell to what it was previously, wanting his orgasm to be pleasurable. Still extremely intense but not the searing agony of a moment ago. He kept whimpering his pleas of "please" unable to complete a full sentence, just desperate for the agony to end, to finally cum. "It's ok Harry. It's over. You can cum. You're amazing. Please cum" she told him as she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it rapidly. "Please cum for me" she groaned into his ear as she released the block part of the spell. His body spasmed, his head jerked back, his breath stuttered and agonised groans came out of his mouth with what breath he could get and she watched his chest flush fully red in the way she loved as rope after rope of cum shot out of his cock. He'd been desperate to cum, right on the edge for so long and the second part of the spell being active amplified everything. Bone breaking waves of pleasure wracked his body as he emptied his balls all over his stomach and chest. Hermione could only watch with awe as it just kept going. She kept muttering praise in his ear as his body unloaded. Finally he shuddered and moaned desperately as he rode out the aftershocks and she cut the spell entirely. He turned his head to her and the look in eyes was the rawest thing she had ever seen. He looked ruined.
As she leaned against his side stroking his cock through the last of his orgasm, still intense enough to leave him shaking with how long it was built up, holding his head and continuing her praise she started to worry he'd regret this. Finally it ended and he laid panting on the bed. Hermione was still wrapped around him, her hand stopped stroking him and she drew light lines over the shaft of his cock — making sure not to touch the head knowing how sensitive he must be. She vanished the binds from his wrists and ankles and stared shocked, and in a twisted way, aroused at the red, abused skin underneath. It was evidence of just how far he went for her. He lowered his arms to his sides but didn't touch her. He kept his legs spread across the bed in an inherently masculine position.
He met her eyes again and she broke "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken it so fa-"
He cut her off ."Lick it off" he told her, his voice rough from the amount of noise he had made over the last two hours but his tone brooking no argument. She stilled against him, her hand stopping its slow trail along his softening cock and arousal flooding her anew. "Every fucking drop Hermione".
She swallowed and slid down his body positioning herself between his spread legs as he gazed at her intensely. She settled her hands on either side of his sweat soaked, cum covered body and leaned over him. She slowly traced her way down his chest licking up every bit of the copious cum covering him, tracing the sharp line of every muscle and savouring the bitter taste of him as she worked her way down his torso. Finally as she cleaned off his lower stomach, her body burning with need and her cunt clenching like she hadn't cum three times tormenting him she started to lean back.
He stopped her with his words. "You aren't done" he said roughly, his eyes dark as he looked down at her. "I- '' he cut her off again. "My cock too Hermoine" she swallowed roughly "suck off the cum on my cock like the whore you are ''. She expected him to be lethargic after what he just went through or to be upset with her. Instead he seemed to have plenty of energy and his gaze burned as he stared down at her.
She dutifully leaned back down, moving her hands to his thighs as she took his half hard cock in her mouth. He let out a heavy breath as she cleaned him off but as she started to pull away again he stopped her. This time with his hand. She was shocked by the feel of him touching her after her being in control for what felt like a lifetime. He laced his fingers through her curls, getting a good grip and pushed her back down. "You know all I could think about as I felt like I was coming apart was fucking your mouth, your cunt. Filling you with my cum. Showing you who owns you. Did you think being a little tired was gonna stop me?". She moaned around his rapidly hardening cock, desperate to grind her clit against the bed but not wanting to push him. He was in control now.
He pulled her off his cock by her hair harshly. She stared at him, his gaze devouring her as a string of saliva connected to his cock. "You went further than we discussed Hermoine, pulling out that little spell of yours". "Harry I-". "What should your punishment be?". Her thighs clenched as molten heat went straight to her cunt at the absolute domination in his tone. It amazed her how he could go from breaking apart, begging her to come to total ownership of her so quickly. She didn't dare try to back out of her punishment though. She knew she had pushed things and she could see that he needed to dominate her completely. "Anything Harry".
"Anything?" he said "How about the cane?". Her heart sank while her core clenched. He had only caned her a few times before. Each time slightly more to let her adjust to how harrowing the sensation was. Even when he had started with just two, it had felt like he'd cut her with a knife though he hadn't even broken the skin. She swallowed, fear slicing through her. She wanted to be good for him though, wanted to please him especially after what he just went through for her. She could take it for him, she would take it for him. She'd take anything for him. He watched her thoughts play out on her face, a slight grin on his lips. "Anything" she repeated, voice shaky. His grin grew, dominance oozing from him. He could see her total submission and it made his much abused cock throb. "Good girl" he said and her need for him ratcheted higher.
He pushed her head back down to his cock "Suck me while I decide how severe your punishment should be ''. The anticipation of the upcoming punishment felt like it would kill her but she took his almost fully hard cock into her mouth. She took him deep into her throat, pushing further than she had before trying desperately to stop herself from choking though she knew he loved to hear it. When she'd start to pull back he'd hold her head down for a second longer, making sure she knew who was in charge. She did her best to look up at him the whole time, wanting him to see how much she loved it, to see the surrender in her eyes.
By the time he pulled her off she was lightheaded and leaking down her thighs. He drank in the sight with a domineering expression on his face. "Who owns you?" he asked. "You do" she responded immediately in a rough voice. God, she needed him to fuck her. As good as his cock felt when she rode him she craved to feel him really use it. She wanted the feeling of being possessed as he takes her apart, wanted to feel the warmth and hear his soft groans as he filled her up. He noticed the way her thighs clenched, her hips arched, her gaze roamed his body hungrily. "What are you thinking of Hermoine? What is it you need?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. "You" she said. "I need you to fuck me Harry ". She couldn't help the unadulterated need that saturated her tone. "Please" she begged him and watched his gaze heat further.
"I will baby. I'm gonna fuck you hard but you need to earn it". She trembled at what she knew was coming, terrified of her memory of the cane. He shifted to the side of the bed and got to his feet. Surprisingly steady considering the state he was in not long ago and made his way to his jeans. He pulled his wand from his back pocket and walked back to the bed. She moaned as she took in his long, powerful strides. He moved through the room to her with complete confidence, his powerful body oozing dominance. Even kneeling on the bed he stood taller than her as he looked straight at her and used a nonverbal spell to summon a cane to his other hand. It was long, thin and imposing. She took in how his forearm flexed as he tightened his grip on the dark wood of the cane and her stomach clenched with both fear and want.
"I want you bent over the side of the bed, face down with your ass in the air" He told her in a hard tone. She rushed to comply, wanting to please him and knowing the punishment would be worse if she tried to delay. As soon as she was in position, overwhelmed with the scent of him as she pressed her face into the sheet soaked with his sweat. He moved to the other side of the bed. He touched his wand to each wrist, wordlessly using the spell she bound him with earlier, which secured them with a piece of rope running tight over the bed to the base on the other side. He came back around and repeated the spell on her ankles, securing them to each leg of the bed on that side, keeping her legs spread. He set his wand on the bedside table and grasped the cane in his right hand.
For a moment there was nothing. He silently let her stew in the fear and anticipation of the moment as he drank it in. "This is going to be the worst pain I've ever given you" he finally said and she shivered. "I know sir" she said. His nostrils flared at her calling him sir. He approached her and, bending his knees slightly, lay across her back with his mouth by her ear. She groaned as his cock rubbed across her cunt. "If you take your punishment like a good girl I'll give this to you" he said, slightly thrusting his hips against her. She choked on a breath at the sensation, she'd have done anything for him to just angle that little bit more and put it in her. "Is that what you want, baby?" He asked her. "Yes sir" she moaned. He rewarded her with a slightly firmer thrust and a kiss to her neck. She was panting with need. "It's not often you call me sir baby" he said, a grin forming on his lips "You trying to show me what a good little slut you are thinking that'll make me go easy on you?". "No sir" she whimpered. "I know I deserve my punishment". He was pleased by her response but he'd already given her too much pleasure, it was time to begin.
He drew away from her and his expression went hard. She could hardly breath, she was so scared and turned on. "I'm going to give you twenty five strokes baby. If you're a good girl and take it well I might let you pause at ten".
Her body went cold. She felt like her blood froze in her veins even as her heart pounded. "No, no sir I can't. That's too much. I can't" she whimpered as tears fell from her eyes, overwhelmed by fear. Two had left her shaken. Last time had been twenty and he'd allowed her to stop at eighteen. She'd felt like she would never sit again and she knew he wouldn't be giving her mercy this time, there was no way she could take that many!
"No?" He asked her, his tone ice cold. "Are you ordering me Hermione?". "N-no, no sir" she stuttered out, trying to be good. "What you deserve is at least 30 but I was being nice as I know how sensitive your cute little ass is. If you want the full punishment though I would be more than happy to provide it" he told her. "Oh god. No. I — I'll take my punishment sir. I'm sorry for questioning you". "That's a good girl" He told her as he lightly rubbed the length of the cane over her ass, imagining the vivid welts that would be standing out against her pale skin soon. She moaned at the praise.
"Do you remember your safe word baby?" He asked her. "Pickle" she said. "Want to use it?" he asked her. When she assured him she did not, he decided to not leave her hanging.
He snapped the cane across her cheeks in a brutal crack. She managed to hold back a scream but her whine was loud even when muffled against the bed and her hands grabbed at the sheet. The pain was blistering and an angry red line began forming against her skin right away. She gasped through the pain feeling as if there must be blood running down her legs from how deep it cut. She knew there wasn't though it just felt as if it sliced her to the bone when it didn't even break her skin.
"That's one" he told her as she tried to catch her breath.
He didn't let her. The second stroke landed below the first, just as hard. She still managed to hold back a scream but the tortured sound that came out of her wasn't far off. She shook against the bed, trying not to fight to escape the pain. "Harry I can't" she whined. "Please" she said even as she ground her cunt into the side of the bed.
"You can" was all he said before giving her another mark.
By five her screams filled the room. By ten she was begging him to stop, tears streaming onto the already damp sheet, her voice raw from her wailing yet she couldn't help desperately trying to get friction on her clit against the bed. He dropped the cane and lay himself across her sweaty, shaking body. He wrapped a hand under her neck and grabbed her throat. Not choking her but grounding her in the way he knew she liked. "You're doing amazing, baby. Being such a good girl for me" he told her softly "You look so beautiful with my marks on you" he whispered into her ear as he placed soft kisses on her neck. She leaned into his touch as she kept crying, so overwhelmed by the pain and vulnerability. "I can't sir, I can't" she whimpered and he pushed two fingers into her without warning. "You say you can't when you're still this wet for me?", he pumped his fingers a few times enjoying her tortured moans "ten more baby and I'll fill this cunt right up" he told her. Her hips tried to chase his fingers as he pulled them out, her body trapped between the agony across the back of her body and the twisted pleasure she got from it.
"Do you want to use your safe word baby?" he asked her "It's ok if you do, you've already done amazing" he reassured her. "N-no" she said, her voice raw "I-I wanna take it" she said "I wanna take it for you".
"Such a good girl" he told her and she savoured the love and pride in his tone but whined when he pulled away and picked the cane back up.
"Just ten more to go baby".
As he worked through the final ten he moved onto her back and thighs, not wanting to risk going over existing welts with the cane. It wasn't until the fifteenth stroke he hit her thighs and that marked the first time she tried to escape her restraints. Despite her pleas to stop until then she had kept in position, the restraints unneeded. Due to her position and how hard he was hitting though each strike hit one thigh and cut slightly into the sensitive skin on the inside. She only managed to get through it with him stroking her back and praising her between each hit.
Finally when he was done she was shaking on the bed. She was covered with sweat and decorated with angry red welts lining her back, ass and thighs. He lay down the cane and reassured her it was done. He told her how proud he was of her.
She just sobbed into the bed but she was proud of herself for taking it. She'd been a good girl for him.
"Do you want me to fuck you now?" He asked her and heard a deep whine of "Yes. Please", muffled from where her face was pressed into the bed. She was moving her head to the side to continue her begging, still wet and desperate for his cock even through all the pain when she felt his hands at her hips.
He entered her in one solid thrust. Suddenly her sobbing ended as she choked on air, overwhelmed by the stretch and the feeling of ownership. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size.
" Oh god " she whined, hips shaking as she adjusted. "Thank you sir" she moaned.
"I want to hear you say my name" he said as he shifted his hips, grinding his cock into her.
" Harry " she wailed.
He wrapped a hand around her throat, the other keeping a bruising grip of her hip as he started thrusting. He didn't build up to it, just immediately picked up a brutal rhythm — withdrawing until just the thick head was inside her before slamming home so hard she could feel his hips digging into her ass on every thrust, scraping over the welts he'd left there. It was agony but it had her clenching around him quickly.
The sound she made was unearthly as she was consumed by her orgasm and Harry maintained the same punishing pace, the wet slap of him slamming into her deafening. As it started to ebb Harry gave her no mercy, just continued to hammer his hips into her like he wanted to split her in two.
"Oh god. Harry. Harry ."
" Please "
She didn't know what she was asking for, he couldn't fuck her deeper or harder but harry understood even when she didn't. The binds on her wrists vanished and he used the hand on her throat to pull her up against him, maintaining the rhythm of his hips thrusting into her. He pulled her flush against him causing shockwaves of pain to radiate through her as her bruised back pressed against him, his every thrust causing him to rub against the welts. Somehow the pain just added to the pleasure though and she sunk into the feeling.
"Your fucking mine aren't you" He groaned into her ear.
"Yes. God yes I'm yours Harry" She moaned back.
His hand on her throat tightened and she could barely breathe. She held his wrist with one of her hands — not trying to stop him, she trusted him and loved when he did this, but just wanting the contact. As she started to get light headed he eased off and she sucked in air hungrily, feeling a rush of pleasure with it. As his hand tightened again the hand on her hip wrapped around and grabbed the crease of her thigh right next to where he was hammering in and two fingers started rubbing hard on her oversensitive clit.
" Harry! " She wailed as soon as she had air in her lungs again. "I can't" she told him.
"Yes you can" He grunted in her ear as his fingers rapidly flicked over the sensitive bundle of swollen nerves. "You will " he told her. At the same time with a slight shift of her position and his angle he slammed into his favourite spot inside her.
His hand loosened on her throat and she was only able to draw half a breath before it left her in a broken scream as she came. She practically convulsed against him as sharp knives of burning pleasure tore through her body.
"Who do you belong to" Harry panted in a rough voice into her ear.
" You "
"Say my Name"
" Harry "
He finally stopped torturing her clit, allowing her orgasm to begin to ebb as he fucked her through the aftershocks with stuttering thrusts, finally losing his rhythm. He groaned throatily into her ear as he came in her.
He pushed her back down to the bed before letting out another groan, shuddering behind her, and pulled out. Before she had any chance to recover he landed two slaps on each of her cheeks hard , right over his earlier marks and collapsed on top of her — catching himself with his hands till his body was moulded to hers, his spent cock against her thigh.
She shook under him, sobbing into the bed, completely overwhelmed. He whispered praise into her ear as he brushed his hands soothingly over her sides. She grabbed his arm as he began to pull away, needing him close. "It's ok baby. I'm just gonna untie you" he told her as he removed her ankle ties. He picked her up and lay her on her side in the bed, swiping his wand on the way. He lay down next to her and wrapped his arm around her, using his wand to summon a blanket over them — they'd done everything on top of the bed and the sheet was ruined. Her crying had eased but he knew it would take a bit for her to process everything and settle.
He raised his wand and pressed the tip to her shoulder about to heal her welts when she grabbed his wrist.
"No" she told him softly, "I want to keep them".
Jesus if he hadn't been wrung dry at that point he would have gotten hard again just hearing her say that.
"Ok baby" he said, putting his wand back on the bedside.
He held her while he whispered to her about how amazing she was, what a good girl she is, how much he loves her and she slowly calms.
"Do you hate me?" She asked him in a quiet voice.
"Why would I hate you Hermione?" he asked her.
"Well I…I went a bit far I suppose" she said
"A bit? I didn't even know my own name for awhile there." he told her and felt her stiffen against him. "You also made me cum harder than I thought was possible. You gave me an experience I could have never had with anyone else" he reassured her honestly "It was torture Hermione, but I loved it".
She swallowed, seeming to steel herself for something before asking timidly "Would you…I mean…".
"Let you do it again?" He asked her, chuckling. "Scarcely had my cock out of you for a few minutes and you're already planning the next time" he grinned against her shoulder "can't get enough can you Mione".
"No" she answered honestly.
"It was intense. Overwhelming. I'm not promising anything but maybe. Not soon though" he told her. He knew he would, she enjoyed it too much for him not too, but he didn't want to get her hopes up it would be next week.
"Did you like seeing me like that did you?" he asked her.
"Yes. God Harry, it was incredible. You were incredible" his chest swelled at her answer.
"You were pretty incredible yourself Mione. I love the sight of you with my marks on you. I wasn't sure if you'd be able to take twenty five strokes but you did amazing". Her grip on his arm tightened and she kissed his bicep, loving the praise.
"Do you have any plans for your day?" She asked him, trying to sound innocent.
"You really think I'd spoil the surprise?" he asked her.
"Well you could at least let me prepare" she told him.
He just raised his head and looked down at her. Her cheeks flushed before they both laughed.
"Don't worry Mione, on my day I won't be surprising you with a spell darker than the unforgivables" He said to her, still smiling.
"I'd take it for you if you did" she told him.
"I know baby". "Maybe you should teach me the one you did tonight?" he asked her "I'd be happy to return the favour".
She froze, "well… I mean… I…. I could"
He laughed, "Don't worry that's not what I plan for my night" he reassured her. "We'll save that for the future" he told her.
Somehow a shot of arousal moved through her utterly exhausted body at the thought, and no small amount of fear. Her body was too tired to contemplate it further though.
As Harry tightened his arms around she felt her eyes drooping. "I love you Harry" she told him as she settled in the intimate comfort of his arms.
"I love you too Hermione" he told her as she finally let sleep take her.