Harry and Hermione lemons i found

by ttyyt

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27. 27

Twenty one year old Harry Potter knew he wasn't the biggest or strongest of guys. Truthfully, he was quite average. He was actually below average in some physical aspects, such as his height for one, but it didn't really bother him. There wasn't an ounce of vain in him and he hardly cared enough to compare himself to other more 'macho' men.

It wasn't like macho men would be caught anywhere near a bookshop anyway, much less own one. Why was Harry suddenly talking about his admittedly less than average frame? Well, the answer was simple. There was a woman who'd just entered his shop after he'd finished dealing with a customer. This wasn't just any regular woman either. Woman didn't even seem to be the right word to describe her.

If there was some word associated with tall, athletic, and voluptuous women like her, he needed to know what it was. It was amazing how just one look at her had reminded him of just how little a wordsmith he was. Ironic, given the bookshop he owned and the hundreds of books he read. But this lady, girl, woman, or whatever she was…was making him feel things. And he hadn't even seen her face.

She approached him with all the grace of a prowling tigress after kindly holding the door for the elderly man he'd just attended to before coming to stop right in front of the counter he stood behind. Her completely blacked out helmet hid her face from view as he swallowed thickly and tried not to be intimidated. She was a biker and bikers of any kind didn't seem to be nice people after all.

"Err..can I help you, ma'am?" Harry nervously asked, trying not to let his eyes wander down to her full breasts behind her leather jacket.

"Yes, I'm in search of a new book and saw your shop. Open quite late for a bookshop, aren't you?" Her voice rolled over him like the chilly wind blowing outside. It was muffled from her helmet but he could make out how smooth it was.

Realising he needed to not have a conniption of how bloody sexy this tall biker woman sounded, Harry cleared his throat and nodded. "W-Well…I've found that people tend to frequent bookshops from midday onwards so I adjusted my hours to have at least a…erm…" he snapped his fingers to try to think of his words because, fuck, the way she cocked her head at him nearly made him combust. "…a half day before I come in here for work."

"So I take it you own this place then? If you don't mind me asking, of course?" Biker Girl—Biker Girl?—inquired again in her voice that actually sounded like melted caramel, if that made sense.

"Yes, ma'am, I…purchased it when I was eighteen and have been working here since," Harry dutifully answered her. Whatever she wanted from him, she would get. Not just because she was hot, though, but also because she looked like she could either beat him up or find someone to beat him up.

"That's nice and I'm happy for you. You seem to enjoy this, judging from your interaction with that old man just now." He could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke. Now he wanted to see it. If her face looked like the rest of her body as well as the way her voice sounded, then…Jesus H. Christ. This lady was the hottest girl in the world.

"I do very much. It's not what other guys do or not as…manly…I guess but it's perfect for me." His response had come out just a bit quicker because he very nearly forgot to answer after imagining what the woman looked like under her helmet.

"Well anyways, I will get out of your hair for now and browse around. I really just wanted to speak to you and perhaps leave my helmet here? I would have left it on my bike but with the snow along with people who steal, I figured I'd bring it in here and leave it with you," she told him. He just couldn't get over how soft and sweet her voice was. There was an edge of power or something dark behind it too but it was just there in the background.

"Sure, sure," Harry said a bit too excitedly. Just the thought of being of service to such a woman had made something in his belly tighten. "I can imagine you wouldn't want to lug the thing around with you while you're searching and that it must be a bit uncomfortable wearing it for long stretches."

He was a bit proud of himself for being able to string so many words together without a hitch. Biker Girl had him wanting to keep up a conversation with her. She had something about her that was drawing him in. It wasn't just her admittedly delectable body. There was something else but he just couldn't quite place it. Either way, he wanted to know more of her.

"You understand. Thank you again, I'll leave it here and go check around." After she said that, the moment he'd been eagerly anticipating since he saw her was finally coming to pass.

Biker Girl pulled her helmet off with practiced ease before shaking her hair free. To say Harry was stupefied would be inaccurate. He wasn't just stupefied, he was fucking awestruck. Her almost golden brown curls cascaded down like a waterfall over her head and framed her perfect face just right. Fucking hell, he was a terrible wordsmith. There was no word he knew of to describe her.

Full plum coloured lips that he silently begged to feel on his own sat below a pair of honey brown eyes that had little flecks of gold sprinkled within them. Between them, a cute little button nose was placed. He could wax poetic about just the seemingly infinite number of beautiful things about her face but he had the feeling he would never be able to do her justice. The thought was kind of depressing.

"I'm Hermione, by the way."

It was probably obvious that he was shamelessly ogling her but the girl—Hermione—didn't seem to mind. She must have been used to that, beautiful as she was. And he was no threat to her or someone she would even remotely be attracted to. He was harmless to her. That was okay, he didn't really have anything to prove and didn't care what people thought.

Still, he was now cursing fate for having made him short and slight. He wasn't vain but Hermione was obviously attracted to much more macho men than him. How he wished he was one of them right now. Fuck. A woman like her needed someone to match her in all aspects. Height, build, confidence, and whatever else. All the things he was below average in.

"Excuse me?" He was broken from his bitter musings by her waving her hand in front of his face. "Harry, are you alright?" She knew his name. SHE KNEW HIS NAME. How the fuck was that possible?

"You…err…know my name?" He dumbly responded, still unable to look away from the sculpture of beauty that was her face.

"Of course, silly, it's on your name tag." Hermione giggled at him and the sound was sweeter than anything he'd heard or tasted. Her giggle needed to be played when he was ascending to heaven. He would have it no other way.

The sound of it even made him forget how stupid he was. How could he forget he had his name tag on? God, he was weak. He'd seen taller women before but this tall woman was different. She looked to be about six feet with her boots on, which made him guess she was closer to about five feet ten or eleven. Either way, she definitely had more than six or so inches on him.

"My mistake, I'm just…erm…" fuck. He didn't know what to say. Admitting that he was blatantly checking her out was a no go. Honesty wasn't always appreciated.

"…I understand, I gather you're just shocked at how I look without my helmet. I get that all the time. Usually, people expect someone more intimidating when I take it off," she filled in for him. It wasn't the truth but Harry swiftly latched onto it just to hide what he was really doing.

"Yeah," he nervously swept his hand through his messy hair, "I've never really seen a biker girl before. You're different from any other girl I've seen before."

"In a good or bad way?" Hermione cocked her head at him again but it wasn't in inquisitiveness this time. No, it looked like she was teasing him. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

Throat suddenly dry, Harry responded as best he could with the circumstances he was now in. "In a…g-good way."

"Good to know then. Some blokes feel threatened by me or intimidated because of their own insecurities, I'm glad to know you're not one of them," she cheerfully remarked. Everything about the way she spoke felt like it should have been innocent banter but…it just wasn't.

"No, no, not at all. I don't care about that sort of thing. I'm usually just focused on myself and this job." Their conversation was carrying on a bit longer than he expected but he didn't want it to end.

And Hermione was making no move to end it either. She had a book to get but evidently didn't want to just yet. He wore that badge of honour proudly. His ability to make conversation with her had been pleasant enough to where she wasn't trying to end it soon. Score one for Potter.

"Forgive me for assuming but it must be a bit of a lonely life to only have those things to focus on? I take it you don't have anyone?" She softly asked him. There was a bit of tentativeness in her voice as well but he didn't know why. It was just an honest question.

"No, I don't. Erm…not that I've been trying to put myself out there for a while anyway, but women don't generally seem to go for me." Harry gave her an anxious laugh as the thought that maybe he shared too much or seemed like he was fishing for a compliment came to him.

"If those women can't see past your height, I pity them. Though, I am kind of glad they were that shallow," said Hermione before giving him a wonderful little smile and then straightened up to no doubt end their conversation.

Wait a bloody minute. WAIT A BLOODY MINUTE. Had Biker Girl just said she was glad other women couldn't see past his height? What the fuck? Did he hear that correctly? That didn't mean what he thought it meant. It couldn't be. Because if it did, then…no. He couldn't hope. A woman like Hermione the Biker Girl being attracted to him? Like that was ever going to happen.

Before he could say anything else, Hermione was already off to find her book. She must have told him she was but he had been lost in his head after her oh so impactful words but he didn't know. Either way, he had to find her. When she was done getting her book, she would be out of his life. He needed to get as much time as he could with her.

Harry almost tripped over himself in his haste to find her after he stepped around his counter. He made up some bullshit excuse in the back of his head to use if she questioned him on why he was following her around before speeding off to see where she went. Despite his attempts to stifle it, there was a bit of hope in his heart that just wouldn't be quelled.

He nearly sprinted through his shop until he found her in the ancient literature aisle. That tracked for some reason. She didn't seem like the type of girl to read romance or erotic novels. Fantasy and young adult novels could have been her style as well but he had a feeling she was just like him. Great modern works tended to be few and far between.

"Found what you're looking for? I totally forgot that I help customers find the book they're looking for," said Harry. He mentally slapped himself at how rehearsed his words sounded. They were rehearsed but he could have at least done a better job of hiding it.

"I have, actually," she answered. Her knowing exactly what she wanted shouldn't have been as hot as it was.

Surprising himself with how quick he improvised to keep conversing with her, he said, "Yes, well, you can't go wrong with ancient literature. Classic works just can't be beaten. So which one have you picked up?"

"This one." She proudly held up a copy of Homer's The Odyssey. A story about someone wanting to go home. Fitting for a biker.

"That's about as classic as it can get," Harry quipped through a genuine smile. She returned it and he never knew such joy.

"I rather like the story, particularly how strong and beautiful Odysseus' wife was." Now she was engaging him in discussion about one of his books. This woman was perfect. "I see much of myself in her, though I wouldn't have taken my so-called husband back after learning what happened on his odyssey."

Before he could think to pull the words back, they spilled out of his mouth. "You do remind me of her a bit for sure."

Oh fuck. He as much as just said that Hermione was beautiful and strong just like Odysseus' wife, Penelope. It wasn't a lie but he didn't need to say that. She would mistake it as him flirting with her and the last thing he needed was to make her feel comfortable. Statements like that were bound to draw wrong assumptions. He was just stating a fact.

"It's nice to hear someone other than myself sees Penelope in me." She laughed again and Harry swore right there that he would do everything to hear that sound a few more times until she left. "Any girl would love to be compared to someone as gorgeous and strong as her."

"Yes, they would," Harry replied.

Hermione began walking closer to him, her utterly magical smile still on her face, before coming to rest right in front of him. He looked up at her and nearly mewled at the height difference between them. Okay, so he was into tall girls. That kind of made sense. Fucking hell, who knew that having a strong, tall, and curvy woman looking down at him could be so hot?

"Thank you for implying that I am gorgeous and strong, Harry," she whispered after bending down a little so their faces were closer.

There was nothing else he could do except nod while suppressing the groan that burgeoned out of his throat. This Biker Girl was going to kill him. He wasn't a deviant by any means but he would let her do what she wanted to him. She could fucking break and destroy him and the only thing he would say to her is 'thank you'.

Very rarely did Harry succumb to his desire but he was doing so now. He wanted Hermione. Fuck, he needed her. Just one night. Just one night of her using him for her pleasure. One night of her taking what she wanted from him so he could satisfy her. God, he prayed there was some way that would happen.

"Why don't I pay for this book now and I can see about taking you home after this?"

The words didn't register to Harry as he replied his assent without thinking. Then, they sank into him. His eyes went almost painfully wide as his eyebrows raised and his jaw dropped. Did she just…? Oh wow. Maybe his prayers were answered. Or maybe not. All he knew was that there was no way in hell he was about to deny her offer. Zero. Though, he did want to know her motivations to prepare himself to be disappointed.

"You want to take me home? I mean…I can manage by myself. It's just a short tube ride and while it would be nice to ride on your bike, I don't have a helmet and…erm…I don't want to be too much of a hassle."

At that, Hermione threw her head back and laughed. Score one for him again. He'd just made her laugh once more. But why was it happening? His rambling must have been amusing to her or something.

"I insist, Harry. We'll get back to your flat much faster and it'll be a lot safer with me than out there in the night by yourself," she said after her laughter died down.

"It's not a bother for me, Hermione. I've done this before and nothing has happened yet, I wouldn't want to be a burden." His words were tainted with his sadness from figuring she only just wanted to drop him home because of how small he was for a guy. She clearly underestimated him.

But that assumption that she was underestimating him was deftly killed by Biker Girl a second later. She didn't waste any time in walking closer to him until he started to back up and then turned so he backed himself into his bookshelves. He was trapped between her and the shelf as a positively predatory look appeared in her dulcet brown eyes.

"First thing, Harry. You're not a burden," she bent down until he could meet her lips with his if he just leaned up ever so slightly, "and second thing, I'm taking you home tonight."

Tall, hot, and dominant. Did he mention sexy too? And with curves in all the right places. Well fuck. She knew what she wanted as well. He got the sense that if he even tried to deny her, she would be most displeased. That couldn't happen. Her satisfaction and pleasure came first to him. And yeah, he was totally turned on by her.

"Okay," a breathless Harry said, trying for a nervous smile afterwards when he felt his pants becoming tighter around his crotch.

"No. I need more than just an 'okay' from you," Hermione purred. Her smile turned positively sinful underneath eyes that were much the same. "From now on, I want you to say 'yes ma'am' when I say things. Am I clear?"

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded vigorously after the words and was quite shocked at how easily they flowed from him. It was like a reflex. Natural even.

"Good boy," she purred again.

Those two little words tore the mewl that Harry had previously suppressed straight from his throat. The tightening in his gut became so much more tighter while his jeans strained against his raging erection. Bloody hell. All of this better be leading to him shagging Hermione tonight. Though, with the way things were happening, she would probably be shagging him.

"Let's go back to your counter." She waited for him to walk away from her and trailed behind.

He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't nervous but that wasn't the only feeling. There was a primal need settling in his gut that made him eager to get back to his counter, complete Hermione's purchase, and then let her take him home. It made him walk that much faster until they were soon back at the front of his store.

As they finished up with her buying the book, the tension between them grew thick enough to cut with a butter knife. It grew hot too. Hot enough to stifle him. He was no stranger to sex but his experience was, like everything else about him, below average. That being said, however, his previous two girlfriends hadn't complained. They liked that he put them first.

And he was definitely going to put Hermione first. Harry let his thoughts run away as he documented the purchase in the ledger and balanced the books for the night. He imagined just burying his head between her thighs to drink up her essence. The thought made him blush but he thought he did a decent job of hiding it.

"What do you want me to stamp on the inside of the cover, Hermione?" He looked back up to her with the question. Usually, he stamped the date of purchase along with his store name or his own name on it. Some people asked for his name but the default was the shop's name with the date.

"Your name and the date today," was all she said. Her eyes were practically devouring him even though her smile looked innocent and cheerful.

Harry didn't hesitate to do as she asked before handing the copy over to her. She immediately stowed it in her jacket pocket—why that was hot, he didn't know—and then looked back up to him with her previous calm expression gone. What had replaced her calmness was now hunger. She was looking at him like he was meat. And he was perfectly fine with that.

"Close up for the night now, let's get out of here." Her command brooked no room for argument. Not that he wanted to anyway.

"Yes, ma'am," said Harry to which he was met with a prideful little smile that made his blood rush all the way southward.

He finished closing up in record time with her behind him before she beckoned him out of the shop where her bike was parked. The machine was perfect. It wasn't unlike the one his godfather had but it did have a few extra designs as well as a name that he recognised as an old Norse Valkyrie name. Probably her nickname in her motorcycle club, he figured to himself.

"Do you want to wear my helmet?" Hermione asked after stepping in front of him.

"No, I'll be fine without it," he said before adding, "I promise," for good measure.

She gave him another one of her cheerful but still somewhat sultry smiles in return. It wasn't until she moved to mount the bike that Harry realised the next bit of issues he was going to face. He was going to have to sit behind her, hugging her from behind so he didn't fall off, and she would definitely feel the thing he was carrying in his pants.

There were a lot of things he was below average in, that wasn't one of them. The inches lost from his height had clearly gone somewhere else. Wearing jeans mitigated the problem somewhat because he could conceal it but it would do nothing when Hermione's curvaceous and juicy bum was pressed up against him. She was definitely going to feel it. But it was too late to back out now.

"Hop on." The commanding snap of her voice spurred him into motion before he could think twice about it.

Harry got on the bike immediately after she did and did his best to avoid pressing up against her. He searched for any other thing to hold onto so he could steady himself through the ride but found none. The motorcycle itself was constructed in such a way that it almost seemed naked. The machine had everything it needed but nothing it didn't. It looked great but it was proving to be a problem for him.

"Hold onto me, Harry, don't be shy," Hermione instructed him. There was a bit of teasing to it but he knew better than to assume she was just pulling his leg.

Nothing could have been done to hide the problem in his pants. He had to do as she asked or risk her getting mad at him. The second option was no option at all. That left him with letting her know how painfully hard he was. Sure he was hard for her and because of her but that didn't mean that there wasn't a chance she would feel uncomfortable by it.

Leaning closer to her, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and held on as she revved the bike to life. Though he tried to avoid it, their bodies ended up pressing together when he made himself comfortable. There was no way to avoid it. He cursed the motorcycle for being constructed in such a way that the passenger needed to have their body pressed into the rider for safety and comfort.

"Erm…Hermione…" Harry went to apologise right away after figuring that it was best to just take accountability before she grew uncomfortable. She ended up cutting in, however.

"…hush, I'll take good care of that soon."

———

Another problem presented itself to Harry on his late night ride home with Hermione. His mind had still been reeling from her promise to take care of his erection until another much glaring issue came along. It had to be that the thing that would make him lose focus on his Biker Girl's hot promise would be a thing that would make him explode.

The vibrations underneath him from the bike as Hermione revved it and accelerated had been slowly but surely coaxing him to something rather embarrassing. Now he was no minuteman or one of those blokes who could get off on anything but it had been a long dry spell for him. A very long one. Somewhere over two years actually.

So because of that coupled with the fact that he hadn't been able to have some self care in a week, he was…backed up. It also didn't help that he was currently wrapped around the sexiest woman to ever exist. And he was imagining all of the things they would get up to in his flat.

Everything he did to try to keep himself from having that embarrassing moment was to no avail. In fact, they only made things worse. His only respite was from the traffic lights turning red and allowing him to sit still so he could compose himself. The only problem with that, however, was that they were always able to beat the lights.

Hermione knew it was late night too. That meant she could go faster than usual due to the lack of traffic as well as police. It only made things worse for him. More speed meant more vibrations which meant more of him trying to subtly adjust himself within his pants. But his luck was so damn horrid that every fine adjustment he made only coaxed him toward the edge.

Cursing himself for wearing properly fitted jeans, Harry quietly cursed under his breath when Hermione shifted herself more into his crotch once they finally hit a light that had just turned red. He was grateful for the momentary respite until Biker Girl seemed to grow uncomfortable with her position and tried to wiggle into a more comfortable one.

That drove her arse right up against his straining erection, driving him crazy with desire, and made it much more difficult for him to hold off his undoing. Then, she revved her bike to send more rumbling vibrations under him before pushing her bum up against him once more. He still managed to hold himself off from coming but she wasn't done.

She ground herself into his crotch as he begged for the light to change then sent him over the edge right after by reaching behind her to cup his hardness through his jeans. The realisation that she was intentionally trying to make him come lasted for a split second as she began stroking his length through the material, driving him over the edge.

A stifled groan pushed past Harry's lips as Hermione's deft touch brought about his end. The combination of sexual tension along with her grinding on him then touching him was enough to make him come in his pants. He tensed up, body going rigid, and held himself there as his length sprayed his cum.

After all that, the light finally turned green and they were off. He ended up slumped over against her with his arms just barely wrapped around her waist while she took him back to his flat. The shame of what he'd just done was only fleeting after the pleasure dissipated and he realised that his Biker Girl had wanted him to do that.

They were soon in front of his flat after some minutes that went by in a blur. Neither of them said anything to each other as she dismounted the bike with him following after. He remained silent and frozen, watching her roll the bike into a hidden corner next to his flat to hide it from would-be thieves. When she turned back to him with her helmet still on, he could still tell she was quite happy with herself.

Her slow march over to him befitted that of a predator of the jungle. He was the prey. Gulping, Harry tried to muster an apology to her even though he knew she wanted to do that to him. He didn't even know why he was apologising. Perhaps he still felt a bit of embarrassment for coming in his pants.

"Wish I could have seen your face when you came for me," Hermione hotly remarked, making his brain short circuit.

Everything she seemed to say after that was given no attention by Harry. The sheer sexiness and raw eroticism exuded by Biker Girl had him confounded. She was sex personified. Sex incarnate. And when she slid her helmet off before shaking her hair free, he felt the stirring in his pants again. It was the sensual smirk on her lips that did him in.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, Harry?" She asked. It didn't feel like a question more than a demand but he was all too happy to nod his head in affirmation. That was when he realised he had to use his voice to answer her.

"Yes, ma'am," he quickly said and then turned to head to his front door.

It didn't take him long to unlock the door with her right on his heels. Despite his anxiousness, Harry was able to get the key in and turn it before swinging the door open. The relief he felt from finally being back in his home combined with the…heady…feeling of arousal made him too eager to be with Hermione. He wanted her to ruin him.

As soon as he retrieved the key and hung it up on the rack next to his jacket, the familiar sound of the door closing as well as the lock turning behind him played into his ears. He spun around only to be greeted by Hermione's lips on his before she walked him deeper into his flat.

Their first kiss was everything he expected it to be. Passionate, hungry, and hot. She used his gasp of surprise to her advantage when their lips met and snaked her tongue down his throat. He felt like she was trying to kiss the air out of him. Or more accurately, steal the air out of his lungs. The way she snogged him was not an exchange. It was her taking everything she wanted from him.

"I need to tell you a few things before we start because I need to know if you want this," she told him after breaking from their kiss.

"But I do…" Harry tried to speak but was cut off by her.

"…this isn't just a shag, Harry. What I want is much different than anything you've experienced. I don't just fuck."

He choked back a groan at her use of the crude word. The sound made Hermione smirk for a second as she cupped him through his pants and squeezed him just enough to make more of his blood speed southward. She kept her hand there when she began to speak again.

"I'm in control here. If we're going to do this, you need to know that you do what I want and what I tell you to do at all times. If you're uncomfortable with something, all you have to say is 'stop' and I will. Otherwise, I will take it as you giving me your consent. Am I clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

What did she think he was going to say? No? He was more than okay with letting her take the lead. See, Harry had a secret. He loved when his partners told him what to do and what they wanted. Granted, he hadn't had a partner in two years but the point still stood. He loved surrendering control in that aspect of his life because he kept such a tight grip on everything else. Just not having anything to focus on except his partner's pleasure was enough.

"I figured you would have been reluctant. Most men don't like surrendering to a woman," said Hermione with a clear note of surprise tinging her words.

"I'm not like most men," a now confident Harry responded. "I want this and I want you."

Seeing the smirk that he was quickly starting to associate with sexiness appear on Biker Girl's face again made him unable to wait any longer to get started. She wanted him, he wanted her. What was the hold up? Everything had been established. All he wanted was to please her. Please her enough to make sure she'd come back for more.

"How long do you want me for then, Harry? Because I don't do one night stands nor did I come back here for a one time shag. Either you want me to be your Mistress for every night after tonight or I leave." She gave him an ultimatum and he could see the bits of doubt underneath her intense gaze. There was no reason for that to be there. He knew what he wanted.

"I want you to stay, I want you to be my Mistress," Harry firmly declared.

"Good boy. I'll stay as long as you want me because," she bent to whisper in his ears afterward, "I had my eye on you from the moment I saw you in that shop."

Fuck. Biker Girl had been planning this. It wasn't just a spur of the moment thing for her. She'd planned out how to take him home so she could shag him. That was bloody hot. He felt like a victim to her machinations in all the best ways. It was a real confidence booster too. She wanted him from the first moment she saw him. Score another one for Potter.

Now he was too tired to keep waiting. Her admission only kicked his arousal up more until he was back to being rock hard beneath his jeans. They had to start soon or he was going to implode. "Please, Hermione…" Harry pleaded with her before mewling when she lightly squeezed his crotch again.

"Call me Mistress from now on whenever we're doing this," she instructed him.

Never would it be said that he wasn't a good listener or an obedient student when the material interested him. He was quick to obey her. "Yes, Mistress, please…"

"…what do you want, Harry?" Her interruption did no favours in quelling the need burning within him. Everything about her was setting him off. Her voice, her scent, her touch. He wanted to pleasure her. He needed to.

"Let me taste you, please."

His own relief could wait, he decided. She'd already helped him to his climax on the bike so it was only right to rapt the favour. And he couldn't lie and say that he wasn't desperately hungry to bury his face between her thighs. If she tasted as wonderful as she looked, sounded, and smelled, then he was going to be hooked on her even more than he already was.

"You're such a good boy," Hermione practically sang to him. "Do you want to eat my pussy, Harry?"

"Yes, please let me," he continued to beg her.

"Then get on your knees."

Harry dropped to his knees right away, not wanting to waste any time. She gripped the hair at the top of his head and tilted his face up so he could look at her. What he saw on her face was no different than what he'd been seeing throughout the night but it felt so much more different to him. She permitted him to remove her jeans and he was on the task immediately.

Eager as he was to finally have his taste of Hermione, Harry helped her out of her jeans and panties without a hitch before wasting no time admiring her and diving into her already soaked cunt. The fact that she was wet for him hit him a moment later. He wasn't the only one going crazy with desire. She was just as aroused as he was. Just as needy for him. Pride swelled within him as he licked a stripe up her entrance.

"Oh…eager, aren't you?" Hermione breathlessly teased before letting him draw her thigh over his shoulder for more access. He could hear the smile in her voice as well.

But Harry was in no mood to talk. The task at hand was his sole focus. It had been years for him but he hadn't lost his skill using his mouth. Truthfully, he enjoyed giving oral more than anything else. It was always ridiculously sexy to see his partners come apart just from his mouth, tongue, and fingers.

Both of his palms slid up to cup her soft and round arse as he held her in place for his assault. He greedily lapped up the slick flowing from her, licking deep lines over her slit to make sure his tongue was properly coated in her essence. There was a sort of tangy sweetness about her that had him instantly hooked. She tasted better than anything.

After a long moment of just licking up her juices, Harry knew it was time to switch up. He brought his fingers into play and lightly teased her folds before spreading them to dart his tongue into her. She shuddered above him as a deep moan was dragged out from her throat, making him so damn happy. The fact that he was doing this to her was driving him batshit crazy.

He thrusted his tongue into her pussy then wiggled it inside her while his fingers held her open for him. Hermione was turning into a mess and more of her slick began to gush out of her around his invading tongue. He took that as motivation to keep going. And when her sounds started to rise in frequency and pitch, he kept at it.

"Fucking hell, you taste so good," he reverently whispered against her folds.

"Ooooh…fuck yes…" Hermione managed to say before he withdrew his tongue, sank two fingers into her, and moved up to her clit. That made her scream.

And hearing that from her almost made Harry come himself. He drew her clit between his lips to suck it clean and then swirled his tongue over it as his fingers worked inside her the same way his tongue was just doing. He fucked her with his digits and lavished attention over her clit for a long moment until it looked like she was about to come.

When the moment of her falling over the edge nearly came, he decided to move back to licking over her entrance after withdrawing his fingers. Hermione didn't seem to mind but her grip on his hair tightened. Harry had a plan, though. She let him continue his work and he did so ruthlessly. No way was she going to come without him being able to drink up everything from her.

Those same two fingers replaced his tongue on her clit as he returned to licking deep stripes over her entrance. Flattening his tongue and pulling her down so her slit rested on it, Harry dragged it over her and began teasing her clit ever so slightly while doing so. He could feel Hermione's body begin to stiffen up once more.

Knowing she was close this time alerted him not to change anything. It was stupid to experiment with anything else when he knew what he was doing was working. He continued in the same motions, licking her up, and rubbing her swollen bud. The only thing he could change was his speed.

"Fuck, fuck, Harryyyyy," Hermione moaned out as he watched her head loll back from between her thighs.

He began rubbing her clit faster with his two fingers and occasionally pressed down against it too. As he did so, he began kissing, licking, and sucking her folds to mop up all of her wetness. She was gushing even more now and it wasn't stopping. Just the way he liked it. And right as she was there to the edge this time, he pushed her over.

Lightly pinching down on her clit, Harry watched Hermione begin to quiver and then started rubbing the sensitive nub furiously as he flicked his tongue over her at the same pace. She came with a screech that sounded like music to his ears with both of her hands grabbing onto his shoulders to steady herself.

A hunger he never had before overtook Harry before he began to drink up the torrent of slick that poured out of Hermione's pussy. He snatched it all up like a thirsty man in the desert, swiping and dragging his tongue like a man possessed. Nothing went to waste in his efforts. Her taste was too fucking good to waste.

Only when Hermione pushed him away from her afterwards did he stop. But that didn't stop him from trying to lean in again until she melted to the ground to join him. Their lips met again in a rough kiss and he let her do what she wanted to him once more. His place was to submit and he was very much content with doing so.

Hermione snogged him senseless, moaning into his mouth as she tasted herself on him, and reached down to squeeze his cock through his pants to pull a moan of his own from him. She kissed him hard until he was damn near senseless and then pulled back to begin running her lips over his jawline to his neck.

"I'm going to ruin you for any other woman, Harry."

Little did she know, or maybe she did know, that was exactly what he wanted.

Harry's bedroom was admittedly spartan in decoration but Hermione appreciated it. There wasn't too much going on and it had a study area with a computer to boot. She ordered him to take a seat on the chair there but not before telling him to strip down to his boxers. He was all too eager to obey her and when he did so, she was pleasantly surprised to have proof to one of her suspicions.

"No wonder you're a bit on the shorter side, all of the inches went somewhere else," Hermione teased, her eyes dropping down to the very visible tent in his boxers.

A blush that could be seen even in the slight darkness of his bedroom could be seen on Harry's face. It went down to his chest as she lavished attention over the veritable flagpole hidden beneath his underwear. There was a slight wet spot there as well from when she'd made him come while they were riding to his flat.

When he didn't make a move to obey the second part of her command, Hermione sauntered over to him with an extra sway to her hips before coming to stand right in front of him. She trailed her finger under his jaw, down his throat, and onto his chest where she flattened her palm on it then pushed him down onto the chair.

"I asked you to sit down," she reminded with more than a bit of an edge in her tone. Her voice promised delightful punishment if he didn't acknowledge her.

"Sorry, Mistress," Harry whispered back to her.

Oh, the absolute worship in his eyes as he stared up at her made Hermione want to handcuff him to his chair and ride him until she sucked his balls dry of all they had to offer her. She had to refrain from doing so. He was going to learn his very first lesson in being with her. Ironically enough, that lesson was about the art of restraint. The art of denying himself his desires until she told him not to.

"Eyes on me, Bookshop Boy." She smirked at him when he immediately obeyed that command.

His eyes were filled with the utter adoration that she'd already seen along with some curiosity now. And of course, there was unabashed need in those orbs as well. Hermione obliged his inquisitiveness by turning her back to him, throwing a sultry look over her shoulders afterwards, and slowly removing her top. She'd already discarded her jacket and had only been in her shirt.

She took her time revealing her naked back to him before smiling to herself when she heard his stifled mewl from behind her. He had noticed that she hadn't been wearing a bra under her clothes. It was obvious he was desperate for her to turn around but he was going to have to wait. Good things came to good boys who were patient.

"Patience, Harry," Hermione mockingly told him.

Her completely nude body was now bared to him but she still hadn't turned around. Instead, she made a show of bending over to pick up her discarded top so he could get a full view of her arse as well as her throbbing cunt. Another weak sounding whimper escaped him when he saw her dripping folds.

Gracefully standing up straight once more, Hermione finally decided to end Harry's torture and turned to face him. The expression that graced his handsome features tempted her restraint over herself yet again. Somehow though, she fought off the temptation. Her little Bookshop Boy needed to know that she was always in control.

Control was something she savoured. Every aspect of her life was firmly under control. Nothing could break the dominion she held over everything that dared to find a presence within her life. Not even her own desires. Not even a really cute boy like Harry.

"Do you like what you see, sweet boy?" Hermione lowly questioned him.

Whatever answer he was about to give her ended up dying in his throat when she lifted her foot and rested it down directly on his bulge. His head lolled backwards as his eyes fell shut from the spike in pleasure. She gently applied pressure on his crotch in response to that reaction, wanting him to lose it even more. Needless to say, it was a powerful drug to see him completely lost in the pleasure she was giving him.

But there was one issue. He still hadn't answered her question nor was he looking at her. Hermione couldn't have that. She curled her toes over his bulge to draw another keening sound from him and then pressed down even harder to give an edge of pain to his pleasure. It startled him into looking at her.

"I asked you a question, Harry," she warningly reminded him. He swallowed thickly and opened his mouth to respond only for her to press her foot down even more onto his erection. "Do you like what you see?"

"Y-Yes, Mistress."

That was all she needed to hear. Well, she didn't need to hear it. She certainly wanted to though. The answer to her question had been evident on his face and in his eyes from the moment he first saw her. But to hear him say it was just…satisfying. Hermione removed her foot from his crotch after his answer to lean down to him.

"Stand up." The command barely left her lips and Harry was already up in front of her. "Good boy," she praised him. His cock visibly twitched under the thin material of his boxers. Hooking her fingers under the waistband, she began to methodically pull them down. Her pace was torturously slow and it was showing in his reactions.

He was silently begging her to go faster but every time she was close to pulling his boxers down until his length would spring free, she would pause in her motions. Part of her wanted to laugh at him. She didn't need to do that, however, satisfying as it was. This was a lesson for her sweet boy.

"Do you want me to take these off?" Her voice belied complete ignorance to his plight.

"P-Please," was all Harry could say. How she fucking loved making men whimper for her.

The desperation in that one word almost had her giving into him if he hadn't committed one fatal mistake. She stopped in her attempt to remove his boxers this time—not missing the sound of protest that spilled out of him when she did so—and firmly grabbed his balls through the material. More pleasure rose within him at that before she squeezed them until it became slightly painful.

"What…" she momentarily paused in her question to slacken her grip on him only to squeeze them tightly again, "…do you call me?"

This time, Harry made no mistake. His answer was quick as it was desperate. "M-Mistress."

Much better. Hermione let her satisfaction show in her expression and decided to reward her good boy for his behaviour. She returned to removing his underpants afterwards, finally pulling them down enough this time to free his aching hardness.

It was rare any time she couldn't control her surprise but that was exactly what happened when she laid eyes on what his boxers had been hiding. Her eyes went wide as she saw it. She knew she was right about him but to see the indubitable proof of that was something else. Seeing his length without anything covering it was insane.

"Fuck, you're big," Hermione couldn't help but note. She said it more to herself than anything.

For someone with a bit smaller stature like him along with his frame being on the slighter side, his cock was ridiculously lengthy. It was definitely the biggest she was going to take. He was definitely somewhere around eight inches just from her eyeballing it. Perhaps she would have a proper measurement later.

A sudden burst of possessiveness hit Hermione while she continued to admire his member. No one else was ever going to get the chance to see or feel it. She reached down to wrap her fist around him and held him tight like she was holding a leash. It didn't matter about her lack of gentleness as Harry moaned at her touch.

Still, she had to make herself explicitly clear to him so he would never forget it. "This cock belongs to me," she declared with what almost sounded like venom in her words. Venom at any prospective bitch who thought they could get their hands on Bookshop Boy.

"Yes, Mistress," Harry responded with a dazed intoxicated smile on his face.

She began leisurely stroking him then thumbed his cockhead to mop up the precum that was so readily spurting from the slit. The fluid let her lubricate him as she swirled it around until her palm was coated and began fisting him again. Her sweet boy's face went slack with his lips turned up lazily.

"Whose cock is this?" asked Hermione. Her voice was hot with passion in the midst of her continuing to stroke him.

"Yours, Mistress." The answer from him came out automatically. Like he was a machine programmed to do her bidding.

"That's right," she swiftly agreed with him, arousal dripping off her words.

Looking down between them, Hermione felt her mouth water when she saw his length member making a mockery of how small her hand was. It took everything in her not to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth so she could have a taste. That was going to come later. First, she needed him inside her.

Later when she was sated and his cock was covered in her juices, she would probably take her taste of it. It would certainly be fun to overwhelm Bookshop Boy with pleasure after she finished having her way with him. She stroked him a few more times knowing that he was still a ways away from coming because of what happened on the bike ride before deciding that it was time for the main event.

"Lie down on the bed." Her instruction was stiff but not from frustration. It was from the tension created by her tamping down her anticipation.

Harry did as she told without a moment's hesitation and turned to walk to his bed. He didn't get far before yelping when she immediately snatched up the opportunity to smack him on his taut behind. Watching him jump up as he yelped at her made a wicked laugh burgeon from her. He was too cute. Too innocent. She wanted to fuck him hard enough to ruin him.

Her juices were eagerly spilling out of her cunt down her inner thighs while she watched him lay on the bed. And when he settled in on his back, cock standing up proudly and fucking leaking, her pussy practically begged her to impale herself on him. He didn't need to know how desperate she was though. Not yet at least.

"Relax, my sweet boy," Hermione purred at him when she saw how tense he was even as he laid down on the bed.

The endearing nickname she'd just called him by had a visible effect on him too. It was only the second time she'd called him that out loud and he looked to be very much a fan of it. At least, that was what she thought after seeing his cock twitch in response to it. His length jerked and spurted out some more precum after he heard her new name for him.

"Do you want to fuck me, Harry?" She gracefully stepped to the foot of the bed directly in front of him as she said that. Her nude body was presented in all of its glory to him against the backdrop of the cerulean moonlight.

"Yes, Mistress." His answer was out of his mouth in an instant.

"Such a good boy." The praise went straight to his cock, making it twitch yet again. "You're a fast learner."

"O-Only when I like something," he stammered back to her.

Cute wasn't even the word to describe him. Those words made Hermione genuinely smile at him. He was too damn adorable for his own good. It was as though his cuteness was making her want to destroy him even more. Like she couldn't process it and simply wanted to fuck his until he was a pile of goo.

"Tell me. Say that you want to fuck your mistress," she instructed him. All she needed was to hear him say it out loud to her. There was nothing more hot than when a man was honest with their desires. Honesty was the best policy after all.

"I want to fuck you, Mistress," a breathless Harry replied.

No more words were exchanged between them as his words added enough fuel to the lusty fire burning within her to make her almost combust. She couldn't waste any more time. She needed him badly. Hermione crawled onto the bed to join him and settled herself between his legs momentarily with his cock right in front of her.

Another bout of desire to taste him and take him down her throat until he exploded hit her. She decided to pacify it by placing a wet kiss on his blunt head before flicking her tongue to lap up the almost sweet tasting precum that seeped out. It didn't need to be said that Harry was mindless after that bit.

But that wasn't the main event. Showing a near inhuman amount of control over herself, Hermione pulled her mouth away from his cock and continued her journey crawling up the bed. She eventually ended up straddling him with her needy pussy resting on the contours of his abs. He went to hold her by the hips only for her to harshly bat them away.

"Don't touch. I'm in control here, Harry. I will let you off easy this time," she chillingly warned him.

"Yes, Mistress." In spite of her harshness , he maintained his typical reverence of her.

"Good boy," Hermione let him see her smile to let him know that she was no longer in domme mode, "now remind me again what you want to do to me."

"I want to fuck you…fuck…" He was quick with his response but she was even quicker in reaching behind her to grab his hardness, robbing him of thought.

"Arms up behind your head. Keep them there." Her instruction didn't even settle in the air and he was already obeying her.

Shifting herself back with her hand still firmly wrapped around his cock, Hermione rose up until she was in a squatting position over him with his tip pointed right at her entrance. She was so wet for him that a thick droplet of her slick gushed out of her. The look of almost painful bliss on his face only exacerbated her arousal.

She knew she would have to take it slowly to let herself adjust to his considerable size. It was worth it too since she knew her sweet boy was practically burning up with desire to have his length fully sheathed inside her. He wasn't looking at her as he squeezed his eyes shut and his face contorted in an expression of impatience.

"Look at me," Hermione instructed. She took care not to be too sharp with him this time, instead just trying to coax him. "I want you to watch me, Harry."

A stiff nod along with a barely there whisper of 'yes, Mistress' followed her instructions. His devotion to her even in spite of her teasing and his own desires not being fulfilled just yet earned him some more favour with her.

Still, she slowly lowered herself with his cock still in hand until the thick head of it was nestled in her entrance. More of her juices gushed out of her just from the feeling of that. He was already deliciously stretching her apart and was nowhere close to being all the way inside her.

"Fuck." The exclamation spilled out of her mouth. Stifled sounds came from Harry as well and she immediately instructed him afterwards. "Let me hear you. Don't be quiet, I want to hear you."

No way was she going to deny herself the chance to hear him mewl, whimper, and moan when she took him inside her. There were few things hotter than a man letting all of his sounds of pleasure be heard. And it was definitely the hottest thing to hear her little Bookshop Boy's sounds.

Hermione resumed her motions and eased another thick inch of him inside her. The slide of his member against her walls sent an almost electric shock of pleasure through her. Fucking hell. Harry was big. Good things really did come in small packages. She uncharacteristically had to pause in order to catch her breath from the friction.

Her measured movements resumed again as both of their ragged breaths and moans played in the air. She took another bare inch of him inside her, lowering her grip on the rest of his length as she did so, and grabbed his shoulder with her free hand to steady herself. It was as though her body was turning to jelly with how he felt inside her.

The damn bloke was making her feel like a virgin again. She hadn't been with someone even close to his length and thickness before. He was rubbing up against spots she didn't know she had and would definitely reach deeper than anyone had gone before.

Another inch filled her as her pussy began to accommodate his cock. The grip from her walls suckling his length nearly overwhelmed them both but they withstood it. Her eyes met his as they stared at each other without really seeing themselves. It was all hazy for her just as she knew it was for him.

And when she finally took him all the way inside, they both were left in a wreck. Harry was struggling to keep himself together with his muscles pulling tight from the ungodly amount of restraint he was showing. She was the opposite and felt like her body was now boneless.

Despite that, Hermione continued to stare at her lover as she caught her breath. He had filled her up to the point that she felt like she was choking. Her body began to acclimate to him and the pleasure soon though, and it wasn't long until she was ready to move. It still did feel like her body had some kind of staticy feeling running over it, however.

"So big," she murmured in a soft breath.

"J-Just…for you," Harry replied just as softly.

His words prompted her to take him by the neck. She wrapped her hand around his throat and pulled his face up to make sure he saw her. He was playing a dangerous game with that declaration. There was no lie that he was now hers but he was making her want to fuck him until he fell apart.

"You're right." A sick smirk adorned Hermione's face as she clenched her pussy on his cock to drive that point home, earning a deep groan from him. "Your cock is only for me. You're only for me."

"Y-Yes…Mistress," Harry struggled to get the words out.

"You're my good boy," praised Hermione before she began to raise up off of his length until only the tip was notched inside her. "And this is what good boys get."

What felt like a wave of dizziness came over her when she impaled herself on him once again. There was a slight hint of pain from his cockhead kissing her cervix but the pleasure easily drowned it out. His eyes were drawn to where they were joined, no doubt enjoying the view of all eight inches of him disappearing in her hot wet cunt.

"Oh fuck, Mistress," her sweet boy whimpered at her, making her core tighten around him in response.

Those whimpers kept coming as she continued her smooth pace in rising up off his cock then lowering herself back down until she was seated on him. He struggled to keep his hands to himself but managed to do so, his fingers digging into the mattress to grip until his knuckles turned white.

As the sex continued, Hermione felt like her body was a ticking time bomb. Every time she felt his thickness splitting her apart so fucking wonderfully, a long moan was dragged out of her throat. Her grip around his throat became tighter as she started to lose control over herself. Her other hand was splayed out on his chest as well with her nails digging into his skin.

Harry did not complain about any of it. It seemed as if the pain and her inadvertently choking him only made him more aroused. He began to raise his hips up to meet her as she sank down on his cock, matching her rhythm to send himself even deeper inside her. The pleasure almost became painful at that.

They moved in sync with each other until a light sheen of sweat coated both of their bodies. On Harry, it made him look even more handsome than he already was. He was definitely fit and had a toned physique so the glow from the moonlight on his sweat covered skin was that much more hot on him.

Even more hot was the fact that he was quite literally doing everything he could to keep from falling apart as they worked each other to what was no doubt going to be a mind blowing finish. The sight of him like that combined with everything else stoked Hermione's arousal to a fever pitch.

Their pace picked up when they got closer to the edge. Both of them became desperate for that sweet sweet release that would be their undoing. They were climbing towards the peak together and would fall off the edge of it knowing they would be there to catch each other.

The wet sounds from their skin meeting each time he snapped his hips up to meet her sliding down his cock started to play faster. With each passing second as his length filled her over and over again, Hermione's movements became more erratic. Every thread in her body was starting to unravel.

"C-Close…M-Mistress," Harry told her in a strangled voice while his own movements started to lose their rhythm.

"Keep watching," Hermione ordered him in return.

There was no way she wasn't going to take the opportunity to drive him even more crazy and get him to come first. The hand that had been around his neck returned to her body and slithered down to her center as she adjusted her position to keep riding him. Her thumb found her clit afterwards, making the pleasure explode like a supernova over her.

She rubbed herself with Harry watching while she continued to bounce on his cock. And just like she expected, it didn't take long for him to be destroyed by the insane pleasure of her pussy hugging his member along with the sight of her touching herself as she fucked herself on him.

"Oh….fuck…Mistress." Her title was on his lips like he was saying a solemn vow when he began to come.

His steamy cum exploded into her waiting cunt and filled her up until she felt like she was overflowing. That was all she needed to join him in release, tumbling into orgasm with a cry of his name to the heavens. Her knees gave out and she fell down to straddle his waist before falling over him in a heap as he continued to come deep into her womb.

So intense was her bliss that Hermione found herself sinking her teeth into Harry's neck to muffle her screams. She didn't know where she was and couldn't even think properly. It had been a long dry spell for her and what a way for it to end. How did she get so lucky to be treated to some absolutely magnificent sex with a submissive Bookshop Boy after her dry spell?

An eternity felt like it slipped past them both until they finally settled down into soft breaths while holding each other tightly. A tiny whisper of a moan escaped her when her lover's softening length slipped out of her thoroughly fucked cunt and a torrent of their cum followed it. She nearly blushed at the puddle of their fluids that poured out of her.

Harry had given her so much of his hot release that she was soaking his cock and balls with it as it leaked out of her mixed with her own slick. He sounded like a wounded animal when he felt it. Thank goodness she was on the pill.

"That was amazing, Mistress," he whispered as he stroked her hair and cuddled her close to him.

"Yes, it was." Her sweet boy was an even sweeter shag. She hoped this was just a prelude to how good he actually was. If he could get even better after familiarising himself with her body, she was going to have to lock him into a dungeon to keep him from ever leaving her.

Some time passed with a calm silence between them before Hermione sensed a bit of anxiousness from Harry. He was thinking of something and it most likely had him concerned. She rose up to meet his eyes and saw the bit of doubt colouring his expression.

"Is there something bothering you, love?" She gently questioned him.

One thing she was immediately in love with about her bookshop boy was his ability to learn quickly. She watched him almost go to lie to her before realising he would be punished for doing so and deciding to tell the truth. He was such a good boy. That earned him a reward later.

"Are you really going to be my Mistress for every night now?"

So that was what was troubling him. Poor guy probably didn't think he was lucky enough to have such an amazing night and that it was going to lead to a relationship. Hermione was going to kill that thought swiftly. She would leave no doubt now.

Wrapping her hand around his throat again, she brought their lips tantalisingly close to each other before beginning to speak. "I don't like repeating myself, Bookshop Boy," she squeezed down on the sides of his neck with enough pressure in a clear sign of her dominance, "I don't do one night stands. If you think I've just shagged you without any intent of making you mine, I will be most displeased."

He shook his head so fast in denial that she nearly laughed at him. "I want you to be my Mistress for now till whenever you don't want this anymore."

"Really?" Hermione purred at him, bending close to nip at his jaw and pull his bottom lip between her teeth to make him bleed.

The slight stinging from that bit pulled a hiss from Harry but made his eyes darken with lust once more. He was quick to nod his head yes at her as well. "I want you, Mistress Hermione."

"Very well, sweet boy." She rose up to sit on him with her still leaking pussy pressed against his abs. His hands went to her hips, an action she would normally punish but left alone this time. "You have me. And if I need to repeat myself again, you will be punished accordingly."

"Yes, Mistress." Harry swallowed thickly in a mixture of fear and arousal. She knew what she was seeing behind the slight bit of worry in his eyes about punishment. The bloke was curious. Maybe she would explore punishment with him soon.

"Good, now that we've settled that. There's one thing I want you to do now." Another idea had come to her in the middle of her talking.

"Anything for you," he reverently answered.

"I want you to eat our cum out of my pussy."

"Then sit on my face, Mistress."

Oh, she was definitely a lucky girl. That was not the answer she'd expected but she'd be remiss to say that she didn't love it. Hermione obliged him despite the fact that he'd just given her an order. She would normally punish her subs for thinking they could tell her what to do but she decided to let Harry slide.

Something about her cute little Bookshop Boy taking command for a moment was deeply sexy. She moved up his body before reaching out to take a hold of the headboard, lifting her hips to position her cunt over his face, and sinking down until she felt him dive into it like a man who hadn't seen food in weeks.

"Good boy," Hermione praised as her head fell back with a sick smile on her face.

Yes. Bookshop Boy was definitely going to be hers for a very long time. She was looking forward to ruining him for any other bitch who'd challenge her for him. He was hers now. The wicked smile of satisfaction on her face stayed there the entire time he licked her pussy clean of their cum.

As soon as Harry was finished devouring her like a man who hadn't seen a meal in weeks, Hermione rolled off of his face and took a moment to catch herself. Tingles ran through her whole body as her legs shook from the pleasure that hadn't stopped assaulting her.

Her bookshop boy certainly knew his way around eating a girl out. She would have been jealous of that bit if she didn't know that his partners were extremely scarce before her, through no fault of his own of course. Guy knew how to eat pussy though. The tremors quaking through her body were proof of that.

And that's why she had to reward him. He'd done as she told him to with…wondrous…results. Hermione knew she owed him a reward for that. Not just any reward too, something that would make him lose his mind just like she very nearly did under the assault of his mouth and tongue.

Something that toed the line between pleasure and punishment. She took her time to regulate her breathing and ignore the jolts of electricity that shot through her throbbing cunt. Afterwards, her eyes found the proud but still tender face of her lover.

"Proud of yourself, aren't you?" Hermione questioned in a faux serious manner.

"A little, Mistress," Harry admitted, his lips turning up just slightly at her. "I just want to make you feel good."

"Such a good boy," she languidly praised him in turn. The pride in his features only swelled at that. "I think my good boy deserves a reward for his behaviour."

"Only if you want to, Mistress," he reverently replied.

Yes, her bookshop boy was definitely the best of her subs. She'd be a fool to let him go. Even entertaining that thought made her feel stupid. "You're my best boy. So good for me. You've figured out how all of this works so quickly."

Before he could respond to her, she moved closer to him and took him by the throat with a sinful smirk flashing across her lips. Her hand tightened around him until only a minuscule amount of air was allowed to pass into his lungs, and Harry was loving that. The way his pupils dilated both out of fear and arousal made her cunt pulse harder between her thighs.

"My best boy," purred Hermione before pushing him onto his back again and pinning him down with her hand still wrapped tightly around his throat. "Hands up, grab the headboard, and keep them there."

He obeyed her right away and she watched as his arms raised behind his head to let him curl his hands around the iron bars of his headboard. His biceps as well as his pectorals flexed with the motion, earning an approving look from her.

She removed her hand from his throat after that then raked a finger down the column of it onto his breastbone. Her body followed the path of the digit as she slithered down his frame until she was settled between his legs with his cock resting right in front of her face.

"So big." Her praise came out absently while she admired every glorious detail of his length. "Still so needy for your mistress." He twitched in response to that, a bead of precum spurting from his tip. "Do you want your Mistress to suck your cock, Harry? Tell me."

"Please," he begged her.

In response, she blew a light breath onto his bulbous cockhead that sent a full body shiver through him. She followed up by flicking her tongue over the slit to mop up his precum. It was easy to see just how much he was loving that just from the way his knuckles had turned white from his grip on his headboard.

"Please what, Harry?" Hermione upped her game and swirled her tongue over the thick head for a long two seconds. "You have to say it, Bookshop Boy."

"Please, Mistress…" he trailed off with a strangled groan when she chose that exact moment to squeeze his balls in her hand. "…fuck, I want…" she smirked when he whimpered as she squeezed them tighter. He was allowed some mercy after that though.

"What was that? Tell your Mistress what you want," she ordered him, removing her hand from his balls to grip the base of his shaft.

"I want you to suck my cock, Mistress," a breathless Harry finally managed to say.

"Good boy." The praise hit him quickly before being followed by her meeting his eyes while still holding his cock in her hand.

Hermione made sure she had his full undivided attention when she opened her mouth with her tongue stretched out and began to slap his member down on it. The muscles of his arms pulled tauter at that and she had the funny thought that he would bend the iron bars he was holding onto.

"You taste so good," she nonchalantly remarked as if discussing the weather. Her motions didn't cease even as she spoke. "Have I told you the rules yet?"

"W-What?" Harry dumbly asked. His jaw clenched and he hissed when his cock hit her wet tongue once more.

Still continuing with her wanton teasing, Hermione told him, "You're not to come until I tell you to. If you come before that, you will not like the punishment. And, if your hands leave those bars, the same will happen."

"Yes, Mistress," he mewled at her. She got the sense he'd agree to any terms so long as she took him into her mouth.

"Good," another heavy wet thud from his member hitting her tongue sounded, "you want me to suck your cock, you play by my rules. If you can do that, I'll let you come down my throat."

"Oh fucking hell." That last bit from her really did something for him. She could tell he was fucking aching to finish down her throat.

"Do you want that, Harry?" Hermione began to tease him in response. "Do you want to come down my throat and watch me swallow it all?"

"Yes… Please." He stared at her with his face going slack as his eyes began to droop.

"Then be a good boy and follow my rules," she firmly instructed him. "Oh, and keep those pretty eyes on me, my sweet boy."

Harry had no problem doing that and she tapped his length on her tongue a few more times before pulling his cockhead into her mouth. He just barely managed to refrain from bucking his hips as she sucked deeply while whirling her tongue around in circles.

His taste was far better than she'd expected it to be. He tasted good and he was big. Yeah, she got lucky with him. Things were so much more interesting now that she knew what he tasted like. Opportunity after opportunity began to present themselves to her.

"Enjoying yourself?" questioned Hermione after pulling off of him with a popping sound that made him whimper again.

"Yes, Mistress," he breathed to her, gritting his teeth when she sucked hard on his tip again. "Fuck."

She didn't respond and instead pulled away from his length once more to drip a bead of saliva onto it. That earned another choked, almost wounded, sound from Harry. Her smirk was beyond wicked as she let some more spit fall onto his member before stroking it with both hands to make sure he was fully lubricated.

Her instructions for him were still followed to the letter even after that. It honestly did kind of surprise her, but it also gave her the motivation to continue doing her 'job' in making him fall apart for her. Hermione finished twisting her hands over his shaft to stroke it once she was satisfied with how slick it was, and then pressed her lips to the tip.

"You taste good, Bookshop Boy. I'm going to enjoy doing this a lot in the future," she hotly promised him right as she took him all the way into her mouth.

Only another scrambled mewl came from him both because of the pleasure of her hot mouth finally enveloping all of his lengthy cock as well as the promise that she was going to keep doing this in the future. She knew exactly what had caused that reaction.

Bookshop Boy was already an open book to her. It was only a matter of time before she figured out all that drove him crazy and made him a wreck. Bobbing her head, Hermione took his cock down her throat over and over again while swiping her tongue against it.

By no means was she an expert in giving oral, but that was only because she hadn't really wanted to do this for anyone else. Harry was different. Something about having his cock in her mouth with him completely at her mercy was driving her wild.

So wild, in fact, that she found herself reaching down with her free hand to rub herself and ease the growing ache of desire in her cunt. He saw that because she definitely wasn't trying to be subtle about it, and ground his teeth together so hard that she thought they would shatter from the pressure.

"You didn't think all of the pleasure was only for you, did you?" She mocked him when she raised her mouth off of him again.

Strumming her center furiously, Hermione returned to lower her mouth back down onto him until her lips were pressed against the base of his shaft. She mimicked a swallowing motion with him inside her mouth and moaned as she was doing it when she dug a finger into her pussy.

The moment she felt his cock twitch in her mouth along with hearing him groan even louder was enough for her to immediately stop what she was doing to him. She raised up off of him with a sick smile before wrapping her hand in a vise around him. She didn't stop playing with herself too.

"Do you want to come, Harry?" Hermione goaded him again.

"Please," was all he could say to her.

"Don't worry, you will, I promise," she blew a hot breath over his weeping cockhead, "but I want this to last a little longer for both of us. You don't want to come before I do, do you?"

"No, Mistress. I don't," he answered like the good little bookshop boy he was.

"Good boy." She took him back down her throat again and resumed right where she left off. Her fingers still continued to draw her closer to the edge.

It wouldn't have been long for both of them if she kept up the pace rubbing herself so Hermione slowed down purposely. She focused all of her attention back to Harry's cock and brought a hand up to fondle his balls. He got close to the edge soon again.

She was still throating him while doing that same swallowing motion, her throat muscles acting like a caress around him. And just as soon as he was about to come, she ceased it again. It could have been her imagination but Hermione was sure she heard the iron bars squeak under his grip.

"Not yet." She giggled at the almost pained looking expression on his face along with his rapid breaths.

He didn't protest though. His discipline remained strong even as his hardness throbbed intensely. She brushed her lips across his tip again and kept them there as she looked at him. Harry didn't say or do anything in response other than to meet her eyes with his own intense emerald green ones.

Hermione decided that she would finally let him finish with her. Her fingers found her clit, making her gasp when she made contact with the hypersensitive nub, and she quickly began bobbing her head quickly on his length. She used everything she'd been doing before to push him back to the edge.

Not long after, he grunted and the telltale signals of his finish were upon her. She stopped what she was doing again but this time, it was to tell him, "Come for me, Harry."

"Oh fuck… Mistress," he gasped out after she sealed her lips back over his cockhead

The unique taste of his cum splattered on her tongue afterwards and she quickly took all of him back into her mouth until he was spraying his hot cum down her throat. Hermione didn't waste any time in swallowing all of it with his cock still in her mouth.

Her fingers worked her clit over as fast as they could as he came until she joined him in release, falling slack with a deep moan spilling out of her mouth. His still pulsating member continued to shoot ropes of his cum but they landed on his toned abs this time. The pleasure of her orgasm had made her unable to keep him in her mouth.

Both of them laid bonessly on the bed while they contended with the extraordinary high of their climax. Hermione didn't know how she noticed that Harry was still obeying her rules for him, but she did through the haze of pleasure.

"You can let go of the headboard now, Harry," she drunkenly called to him with a little giggle.

She recovered quicker than he did from her finish and looked back up to his face. His features were still contorted in bliss when she saw him before she saw the strings of his cum that decorated his abs. A sultry thought flitted through her at that sight.

"I think I missed some, Bookshop Boy." She didn't give him a chance to even acknowledge her words as she began to trace a path of kisses up his inner thigh towards his abdomen.

"What… You don't have to do that," he attempted to tell her.

"Oh, I want to," Hermione replied without missing a beat.

More kisses followed that with her path moving off his thigh to his balls. She dropped two kisses there then moved to his half hard length, kissing up his shaft before making it to the tip where she did the same. Finally, she reached her destination at his belly.

"Would have been a shame to let all of this go to waste, wouldn't you say?" She playfully asked him before pressing her lips down against a spot where a thick string of his cum adorned his abs.

"Fuck, Mistress," Harry only just managed to say. His eyes were fully trained on her and he watched her pepper kisses all along the line of pearly white fluid.

"Tastes so good," said Hermione in delight.

When she grew unsatisfied with mopping up his essence with just her lips, she flattened her tongue on his skin and licked a deep line over the thick string of the fluid. Hearing him hiss in turn after that made her smile as she winked at him then swallowed the cum she just collected.

Every other 'affected' area on his belly was swiftly cleaned by her. She finished licking up the final bit and then stretched her tongue out for him to see the droplets of his seed coated on it. He got a good look at it before she pulled it back into her mouth and gulped it down.

"Delicious."

———

Harry was about to combust like a bloody gas tank. If it wasn't going to be because of Hermione sitting behind him in his bathtub while reaching around to stroke his cock, it would be because of all the downright filthy things she was whispering into his ear as she bit down on the shell of it and blew hot breaths over it.

"Do you want to come for me again, my sweet boy?" She tempted him like she'd been doing since they stepped foot in the tub. "Does this feel nice for you? Do you love when your Mistress strokes your big cock?"

"Fuck yes," Harry whispered his answer.

Fire danced across his skin when she said nothing in response and instead nibbled on his ear. He jerked when her teeth sharply dug into the skin right after before moaning when she pressed her thumb down on his sensitive cocked.

"You're such a good boy for me," she breathed directly into his ear, her warm breath tickling it and sending another shiver through him. "My good boy."

"I am." He was in a whole nother world where his only instinct was to do and agree with everything his Mistress said.

"I want you to come again for me." Her slick hand continued to stroke him with her other one now reaching down to cup his balls. "I need you to come like the good boy you are for your Mistress."

He could do nothing else but nod and struggle to answer her. "Y-Yes… Mistress." His eyes fell closed as his head lolled back to fall over her shoulder. Her breasts and the hardened peaks that adorned them pressed deliciously against his back.

She languidly pumped him, neither too slow nor too fast, just right. Not enough to make him come right away but enough to gently coax him to his finish. Harry was in fucking heaven. Nothing like feeling his sex goddess of a Mistress' body against him while she played him like a damn fiddle.

Their lips met right after she stopped fondling his balls and brought her hand up to turn his face to hers. He was immediately under siege by her as her tongue speared into his mouth at the same time she began choking him. And all the while, she didn't once lose her easy rhythm jerking him off.

Hermione had him at her mercy and there was little he could do except let her take whatever she wanted from him. He pitifully moaned into her mouth when her grip tightened around his neck while her tongue swirled around in his mouth before sliding into his throat.

Never had he experienced something like this before. The fire that roamed over his skin grew hotter, the feeling that he was just seconds away from imploding became stronger. Harry was losing it all to Hermione. She was taking everything from him.

And he was willingly allowing her to do it.

His vision began to darken from the pressure she was applying on his throat as well as her dominating kiss. She was choking him tight enough to cut off air, but he couldn't have cared less as she continued to kiss the life out of him.

Her ministrations eased up, however, when she tore her mouth from his and reached back down from his throat to tightly squeeze his balls again. He whimpered at the pain/pleasure then moaned like a wounded animal when her other hand sped up in pumping him.

"Going to come for me again?" She urged him on as her pace continued to increase. "Going to come from me stroking this big cock?"

"Yes," Harry incanted as though he was saying a prayer.

That made her pick up her speed even more until she was furiously stroking him to coax another orgasm from. He'd lost count of how many times he finished over the night. Ever the multitasker as well, Hermione rhythmically tapped and squeezed his balls in time with her rapid pumps of his cock.

"That's it, my sweet boy," she bit on his ear again afterwards before licking the shell of it, "you're my sweet little good boy and you're going to come for your Mistress."

Nothing except a brainless keening sound came from Harry. He was so close to coming again. Right there. The tingling in his loins evolved until it felt like a pleasant shock was hitting them. His balls began to contract, drawing up to no doubt release another load of his hot cum.

But he knew better than to come without his Mistress' permission. He was so close and all it would take was for him to let go, but he refrained even as she kept working him over. She seemed to realise how close he was though.

"Come for me, Harry."

Three words and he was gone. That was all he needed to let go and take the plunge into bliss knowing she would be there to catch him. He went slack against her as he gave into the pleasure of his climax, feeling his balls tighten painfully before his cock began to twitch and shoot out every last drop of his seed.

All the while, Hermione didn't stop stroking him nor did she pause in her dirty talk. Harry vaguely heard her telling him that he was her good little Bookshop Boy, that his cock belonged to her, that he was hers. He didn't say anything back. He couldn't.

The sheer amount of pleasure crashing over him and sweeping him away had left him lost. Her voice along with her hands on his cock and balls were the only things he was aware of. That, and the way his member intensely pulsed with each shot of his cum onto his belly.

Ages must have passed before anything else became known to him. It took a while for him to realise his eyes had fallen closed and that he was sitting in a bath of lukewarm water. Then, he felt Hermione's body pressed up against him from behind along with her hand smoothing out his essence on his stomach.

"You came so hard for me, my good boy," she huskily praised him. The pride in her voice sent another harsh tingle through him.

"M-Mistress," he tried to call for her, utterly broken by the bliss that had just swept through him like a storm.

"Hush, sweet boy. You did so well for me, so good." Her continued praise earned one more pitiful moan from him.

They ended up in another heated kiss when she smashed her lips to his once more. He hadn't been able to do anything when she'd kissed him just earlier and it was much the same now. His body felt like jelly, completely boneless, as though he was goo.

Their kiss didn't last long, but it was enough to bring him back to the real world when she broke from it by pulling his lips between her teeth. The shock of painful pleasure jolted him back into sense. At least a little bit.

"You're so cute when you come for me," she told him in a dark voice. He could tell there was something going on in her head.

"Thank you, Mistress," he replied. Thanking her both for the praise as well as that earthshaking orgasm.

She grinned at him in turn. Not an innocent or tame grin, a totally sinful one. It made her look like every bit the sex goddess she was. And he was at her worship. He would always be at her worship.

"You really are my best boy. You've learned your place here faster than I expected." She was still evilly grinning as she said that before her tongue darted out to lick his lips.

"I want this, and I want you," Harry replied matter of factly.

There was really no other way he could explain it. Of course he figured it out and understood his place with her immediately. Doing so was his way of showing how much he wanted her. How much he fucking needed her. His Biker Girl. His Mistress.

"You are too cute for your own good, Bookshop Boy." The way she said that made him whimper again. So dark, so wicked. The sinful intentions in her words filled his head with so many fantasies at warp speed.

"Only for you." He only just had some time after he said that before she was choking him again.

"The things I'm going to do to you," she practically salivated at whatever plans she was thinking of, "you're too sweet, too cute, too innocent. Ruining you for everyone else will be fun."

"I want you to do it," Harry choked out.

"It doesn't matter if you do or you don't. You're mine now," said Hermione. "Mine to fuck, mine to pleasure, and mine to ruin."

Rather embarrassingly, Harry felt his eyes roll back into his head for a moment. His cock hardened again as his Mistress let out a laugh that could only be described as demonic. The wickedness within it raised the fires over his skin again.

"Maybe I'll put a collar on you," she nipped at his jawline while squeezing his throat rhythmically, "or maybe I'll tie you to your bed and keep you locked in here for the rest of our lives. I'll fuck you until you die."

"Oh fuck." He was sure he'd never whimpered or sounded like a total mess this much before. It had to be a record.

"But I know you love that little bookshop of yours. I guess the collar will have to do," Hermione remarked thoughtfully. She considered her options for a second longer. "Yes, I'll collar you like the good boy you are. Make sure everyone knows you're mine."

"O-Okay," he stammered out the reply.

"And as for that bookshop, I'll meet you back there tomorrow night and fuck you in it until you'll never be able to step foot in it again without thinking of me."

Harry's cock twitched as the vivid images of that promise began to present themselves to him. He saw himself eating her out as she sat on the counter he worked out. Maybe after that, they would move to the bookcases where they'd fuck between them. So many other images came to him. Too many to list.

"You're so bloody cute." Hermione almost sounded angry as she said that. "I'm going to fuck you until you break. Make you shatter for me."

Darkness began to cloud around his vision again because her grip around his throat became tighter. The sheer frustration on her face along with the fact that she was cutting off a lot of his air made him a touch afraid. But that bit of fear only added to the already intense arousal within him.

"I'll pin you to that bed, ride you until I've sucked you dry," she bit his lip again thereafter and drew blood this time that she quickly lapped up, "I'll tie you up too. You're lucky that I love that little bookshop of yours but don't think you won't find yourself tied to that bed, Bookshop Boy."

"Whatever you want," was his only response to her mini tirade.

"You know exactly what to say, don't you?" Her grin reappeared and somehow made her look even more maniacal. She was going crazy over him. He didn't know whether to be proud or be worried.

He knew he was definitely feeling a very potent mixture of fear and desire though. She could probably cause him some real pain but, fuck, he didn't care as long as she got what she wanted and used him for her pleasure.

"You're lucky we're both a little tired right now," Hermione told him disappointedly before her resolve began to show clearly. "But tomorrow morning, I want to wake up with your face between my legs. After that, I'm going to fuck you until you can't think. Then, I'll drop you to work."

"And after work?" Harry ended up cheekily inquiring, surprising himself with how easily he did it.

Her response began with her other hand taking his balls and squeezing them harshly to make him groan. "I've already told you, don't make me repeat myself. You won't be punished tonight just because you were such a good boy for me. Next time, I won't be as kind."

"What if I want you to punish me?" He didn't know why he was still running his mouth but he couldn't stop. Setting her off was just too tempting, he guessed.

"Then, you have no idea what I'll do to you," Hermione replied after tenebrous laughter.

"I'll let you do anything to me." This time, he actually knew what he was saying. He meant every word.

She laughed at him again, the sound of it enveloping him in shadow. "I'll look forward to testing that. For now, let's get cleaned up and go to sleep. Remember what will happen in the morning."

"Yes, Mistress."