Chapter 9: Pushing Behind
On Thursday morning Harry woke early, bleary eyed, and with a headache already pounding between his temples. He had spent much of the night unable to sleep, lying awake with his thoughts whirling a mile a minute through his head. There was so much that he'd had wrong in his head, he could hardly believe that his skewed understanding of things hadn't caused any bigger misunderstandings.
Once again, he'd been lucky, and dammit he wanted to stop relying on luck to carry him through everything! He considered how he had been approaching his relationship with Hermione that morning as he showered, and in the light of day, the conclusions he'd reached the night before made just as much sense now as they had then.
First, she really was submissive. As they'd both said the day before, each in their own ways, it was truly who she was, at least with him. It was purely accidental that she'd discovered that side of herself, but once she had, like with Pandora's box, that door had been opened and there was no locking that part of her away again. He very much doubted that she would ever be happy with a normal relationship; not after what he'd seen in her during her punishment and her behavior afterwards.
The second conclusion he'd reached, was the realization that he really did want to own and control Hermione, his Mine. He'd been thinking of being her Dom as a role, something to slip into, and out of, at the appropriate times, yet how strongly he'd reacted to the role had frightened and confused him at times. The two aspects of their relationship, boyfriend and Dom, had seemed so at odds with each other, that seeing his place as Dom as a part-of-the-time situation had seemed like the way to go about things; she'd told him different. He'd thought entirely in terms of helping her, and even though he knew he'd enjoyed it he'd shied away from the understanding that, once exposed to it, he wanted her. He wantedto use her, tease her, and torture her until she begged.
Whether she would be begging for relief, or for more, was entirely debatable.
To do that, though, would require a few things, and a few decisions. More than a few actually. He needed to change the way he thought, because she had been completely right. She had the ability to stop everything at any time. If they wanted to truly learn what they both wanted out of their relationship, they were going to have to step outside of their comfort zones, push their limits. Carefully. There was no reason to be reckless, but that push was needed.
By the time he left the shower and dressed, he could barely describe how he felt. Buoyant. Electric. Happy… he was happy, and really looking forward to the future for perhaps the first time in his life. Before Hogwarts life had been bleak, there hadn't seemed to be much point in trying to dream about the future. After coming to school there were moments of joy of course: meeting his friends, meeting Hermione, even a lot of his classes were fun and interesting. But each year there had also been danger, terror, and an increasing level of uncertainty as to if he would even survive to see his next birthday.
Now… the danger was still there. Black was out there. The Dementors were out there. But he had something worth more than anything else he'd ever known. Coming down the stairs into the Common Room he found her waiting on their sofa, her head bowed over a book, hair tied back with the ribbon he'd given her, exposing her slender neck and the line of her jaw that would normally have been hidden by her warm brown curls. He couldn't help the smile that split his lips as he snuck up behind her, leaning over the back of the sofa to press his lips against her neck, just below her ear.
"Hmmm…" she hummed, leaning her head back toward him. "Good morning," she practically purred as he came around the sofa. Standing in front of her, he took the book from her hands, ignoring her protests as he carefully set it aside, making sure not to lose her page, then he lifted her to her feet, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into the most intense kiss they'd yet shared. Her protests died instantly and she clung to him, her eyes falling closed as he kissed her. He smirked as he considered that, if anyone else had interrupted her reading, they'd probably have been on the receiving end of a verbal lashing at best, or a hexing at worst, depending on her mood.
He let out an involuntary, approving hum in the back of his throat as his hands fell to her hips, sliding down to cup her arse through her skirt and he noticed that he couldn't feel any knickers through the material.
"Good girl," he whispered, breaking the kiss to look into her eyes.
"As ordered, Sir," she whispered back, a teasing look in her eyes.
A minute later they were sitting on the sofa and she glanced over at him, her book in her lap once again. "What's got you in such a good mood this morning?" she questioned curiously, to which he shrugged.
"I'm not completely certain. I think I understand things better now. I feel… I spent most of the night lying in bed, thinking, and today I just feel like I understand myself, and you, better than I did yesterday." He shrugged again, not entirely sure how to explain it any better than that.
"Well I'm glad for that," she said, smiling brightly. They sat for a few minutes, chatting quietly before Hermione glanced at her watch, she then packed away her bag before she stood and slung it over one shoulder. "Breakfast?" she asked, holding one hand out to him.
"Sounds like a plan." Taking her hand, he let himself be pulled to his feet and the two of them started their way down toward the Great Hall in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence as they walked. Their route took them past their class room on the first floor, Harry suddenly pausing in front of the door as an idea popped into his head.
"Harry?" Hermione's voice brought him out of his thoughts and he turned to look at her. "Is everything okay?" she asked and he nodded.
"Yeah… just got an idea," he muttered, brow furrowed as he attempted to think over all the possible angles.
"What idea?"
He glanced up at her, slightly nervous, but a quick review of the potential possibilities told him he just might be able to convince her.
"Well… I think I want to hire Dobby."
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The two of them finally took their seats at the Gryffindor table, nearly half an hour later than they should have based on when they'd left the Tower. As she filled her plate, Hermione thought back over the bombshell of a statement Harry had dropped on her. She had to admit, the ensuing discussion had not been one of her finer moments, though luckily Sir hadn't taken any of it as her violating any rules. He understood how she felt about the kind of treatment elves, like Dobby, were subjected to, and didn't hold her knee jerk reaction against her.
He had managed to get through to her though, using a few pieces of information that she'd honestly never even considered before. The first being that house elves seemed to be a fairly submissive race by nature. He'd explained to her about how he'd tried asking Dobby about why he kept punishing himself, and it had lead to a much longer and stranger discussion than he'd expected. She had not been at all happy to realize that Dobby seemed to know a lot more about their personal lives than she would prefer, but Harry had made a second good point in that there was no way to tell what house elves knew, or where they were, since they spent so much of their time invisible.
It didn't make her feel any less weirded out, but he had a point.
The third point he'd brought up had been probably one of the more relevant to his idea, and to them in particular. Dobby, it turned out, could go shopping for his Master or Mistress, even in muggle stores if need be. That they'd discovered when Harry had called the excitable little guy and asked him. At first, she hadn't been certain why he was asking about shopping until Harry asked Dobby to leave and then turned to her to explain.
It's a good idea, she admitted as she worked her way through her breakfast. Dobby can pick up some items for us that Harry wants available for our sessions. Things we wouldn't be able to get our hands on otherwise. At least not for a long while.
Admittedly she'd been extremely embarrassed by the idea that the little elf would know what some of the things they might have him buy would, or could, be used for. She had even tried suggesting the Room's ability to conjure items for use when needed. Harry's answer had sold her on the idea of having Dobby do the shopping, and also made her feel somewhat ill at the same time.
He'd simply looked at her and said: "Most of the items the Room creates will disappear when they cross the doorway. They only seem to exist inside it. Other things don't disappear, but from what I've been told, those items probably belonged to a past student or staff member and got lost here at the school. Would you really want me to put something inside you that might have belonged to Professor Vector or Professor McGonagall for all we know?"
At the mention of something being put inside her, she'd blushed furiously, then paled and felt slightly nauseated over the idea of used props. With that idea in her head, and Harry's assurance that he would work out pay and time off with Dobby, she was willing to agree to him bonding with the little guy. The only other thing she'd insisted on was that they clean and take care of whatever they collected. She would not have Dobby cleaning something that might have been in her...
Of course, now she found herself insanely curious over just what was going onto the shopping list Harry was putting together in his head. He'd said that he would write it all down later, and call for Dobby when he wanted him to go pick up his list, but absolutely refused to tell her what he was planning on getting.
"Harry?"
Hermione turned, just as Harry did beside her, to find Susan Bones standing behind them, rolled piece of parchment in her hand with a wax seal on it. The pretty redhead had a slightly bemused expression on her face as she held out the scroll when Harry turned.
"My Auntie sent this to me and asked that I give it to you. Apparently she tried to contact you a few days ago, but the letter returned unopened. She said she didn't think you would have ignored a letter from her considering that you contacted her a few weeks ago with some questions?"
"I've never received anything from her except when Hedwig brought her reply saying that she would look into my questions," Harry said, reaching out to take the scroll. Susan shrugged. Hermione noted, with more than a little annoyance, that Ron, sitting on Harry's other side, had immediately looked down at the girl's chest as her body moved in response to her shrug.
"I don't know. Anyway, I need to finish my breakfast, so I'll see you two later in Ancient Runes?" Susan asked.
Hermione and Harry both nodded as she turned and walked back to the Hufflepuff table. Hermione immediately grabbed a piece of toast and threw it at Ron's head.
"Oi! What was that for?" he blurted out when the golden brown projectile bounced off the side of his head.
"For staring at Susan like she was a slab of steak. That's disgusting, Ron, girls don't want to be ogled like that."
"Harry was looking at her too," he protested. "He's your boyfriend, why aren't you throwing anything at him?"
"Harry was being a gentleman. He was looking at her face, not her breasts."
Ron's ears were as red as they'd ever been, though Hermione honestly wasn't certain if he was mad or embarrassed. Either way, he turned his attention back to his breakfast, and she turned hers to Harry, who was reading the letter he'd received with a pensive frown on his face.
"Is everything okay?" she asked.
His frown grew deeper as he held the parchment out to her. "I honestly don't know. Here, tell me what you make of it?"
Taking the letter, she pushed her nearly empty plate aside, and laid the letter out flat on the table in front of her.
To: Heir Potter of House Potter
Mr. Potter,
I've uncovered a few irregularities regarding the case you brought to my attention. Certain individuals have worked rather hard to make sure these irregularities never see the light of day, but rest assured I will find out what happened for you.
Sincerely,
Amelia Bones
Regent of House Bones
Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Hermione blinked, and read the short missive twice more, before she sat back on the bench, staring off into space as she turned the words over in her mind.
"I honestly haven't the foggiest on this," she finally admitted, turning to look at Harry. "Obviously someone is trying to cover something up regarding Sirius Black, but the rest? I don't have any idea."
Harry blinked several times, staring at her in bemusement for a moment, before he snapped out of it. "What?" he asked. "Cover up? And rest of what?"
"Well… look, see? In the letter she stressed the word 'irregularities' twice. There's no real reason to do that unless she's trying to tell you something. Considering you were asking about Black's court case and interrogation, it sounds to me like she's found something fishy about the whole thing, but the information is being suppressed, probably by someone higher in the government than she is."
"Okay, I'm fairly certain I never would have figured that out on my own," he muttered, glaring at the letter as if it had personally insulted him somehow. "What about the rest? Rest of what? There's nothing else here."
"Look at who the letter is addressed to," she pointed out and he leaned over her shoulder to look.
"'Heir Potter of House Potter'," he read aloud. "Heir Potter? Heir of what? What's House Potter?"
"Blimey, you mean you don't know?"
They both turned to look at Ron, who was staring at them as if they'd both suddenly sprouted a second head.
"How can you not know?" he asked, his eyes fixed on Harry.
"Know what, Ron? I grew up in the muggle world remember? What's one more thing that I don't know, things that you take for granted because you grew up around them?" Harry snapped irritably.
"Hon, calm down, please," Hermione soothed, placing a calming hand on his arm. "Ron just forgets sometimes, about how much we don't know, since he did grow up around it. That's not a reason to bite his head off, right?"
He took a deep breath to try to calm himself, and nodded at Ron. "Sorry," he muttered.
"So, could you explain what this is about?" Hermione asked, gesturing to the letter.
"Well, Harry is the last Potter," Ron hesitantly explained. "That makes him the Heir to the Potter family and title."
"Title?" Harry asked, exchanging a confused look with his girlfriend.
"Yeah," Ron muttered around a mouthful of something. "The old pureblood Houses have different rankings. There's whether the House is noble or not, then ranked by generational age: Most Ancient, Ancient, Elder, Minor, and New Blood. Potter is one of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses. Been around almost as long as Hogwarts has."
"So… what? When I'm of age I'll be Lord Potter?" Harry asked incredulously, to which their friend nodded.
"Yeah. I don't know entirely what it all means. Weasley is an Ancient House, but we don't run in the same social circles as most of the rest of them so…" He shrugged, then nodded down the table. "Neville could probably explain it better, he's Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom, but he grew up with it, betcha his Gran has had him taking lessons on what it'll mean when he's Head of House since he was little."
Hermione was frowning in thought, wondering just what all this would mean for Harry, when she noticed that the Hall was emptying as students finished eating and started heading off for their first class of the day.
"Come on," she said, nudging Harry gently with her shoulder. "We can ask Neville about all this later after class."
He nodded, still looking more than a touch distracted, and rose as she did, following her from the Hall.
"You know?" she whispered to him once they were in the hallways and heading for class. "You could ask your little helper if he could get any information from Gringotts on your inheritance. Maybe they can give you some more information on what being Head of House means too."
"Not a bad idea," he muttered after taking a moment to think that over. "I'll probably do that when I ask him to get our shopping done."
Her mouth opened then snapped shut again when he kept talking.
"... and no, I'm not going to tell you what's going on my list." He smirked at her as she put on her best pout, while internally she was smiling, glad that he wasn't letting this new information regarding his family get him down.
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That afternoon, Harry bonded Dobby and sent the little guy off with a folded piece of parchment in hand, as well as a letter to the goblins at Gringotts to request a summary of the Potter vaults before his shopping trip. Harry wasn't sure about specifying more than one vault, but when they'd talked to Neville during Herbology, he'd been very clear that the odds of the Potters only having one vault were so slim as to be laughable.
There had been nothing to do after that but classwork to keep them occupied so Harry had sat down and let Hermione work with him on his Ancient Runes packet. Professor Babbling had provided him with a large packet with each of the assignments the rest of the class had already completely during the year written out. He was to complete each one and turn them in, as well as tracking the current assignments, so that he could hopefully catch up. It wasn't easy by any stretch, but he was actually gaining on the class, closing the gap between where he was in relation to the rest of the class.
Friday morning he found a thick leather bound portfolio sitting on the nightstand beside his bed with the Gringotts seal pressed into the cover. After some thought he tucked it away in his trunk, resolving to look through it over the weekend, hopefully with Hermione's help.
Throughout the day he caught her watching him, expectantly at times, and at his best guess, he figured she was wondering when the session the next day was going to take place. He actually hadn't known himself until Dobby returned from his shopping trip and the scattered pieces of an idea began to come together in his head. If they were going to find out what they each wanted in this relationship, it was time to start pushing those limits, and it seemed to him that an early start was the best way to go about it.
Saturday morning marked a turning point for him when he met Hermione in the Common Room early that morning, and the two of them made their way to the Great Hall, making them the first students down, eating quickly, as they preferred not to linger over their meal. Hermione was muttering to herself between bites, going over Arithmancy formulae and Transfiguration theories until the time came for them to leave.
In the hallway outside Harry reached out and caught her hand, pulling her to a stop, and then into his arms as he leaned down to kiss her. He held her gently and tried to express everything he felt for her with that simple action. When he finally pulled away, she had a pleased, but puzzled, expression on her face, smiling softly at him.
"What was that for?" she asked, and the smirk he'd found himself wearing more and more often of late, turned up the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that she'd noticed because her eyes widened slightly, and he felt her body stiffen against him for a brief moment.
"I just wanted to remind you that I care about you, and that you mean the world to me," he murmured, lifting one hand to brush a thumb across her cheek.
"Why would I need a reminder?" she asked cautiously and his smirk grew wider as he leaned in again, bringing his mouth close to her ear.
"Because, Mine, the rest of the morning is going to be a bit… rougher on you."
If he hadn't been so close to her, he would never have heard the tiny squeak that escaped her, which only caused his grin to widen even more, and his pulse to race, as that same thrill passed through him at each tiny reaction she made.
Pulling back so he could look into her eyes, he noted just how wide they'd gotten, clearly showing the entirety of her cinnamon irises, and her cheeks were already flushing with that delicate red that he so enjoyed seeing.
"You remember I told you our next session was today, don't you, Mine?"
She swallowed almost convulsively, before she answered in a low, breathy voice, "I remember, Sir."
He tilted his head in the direction of the Grand Staircase. "Go," he whispered. "Now."
She leaned in to close the few inches between them and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before she turned and practically bolted from his arms, moving quickly up the stairs.
A short laugh escaped him when he noticed that she was already pulling the green ribbon from her hair, even before she'd moved out of his sight onto the next floor. "Damn, she's eager," he muttered and started making his own way toward the seventh floor, strolling along slowly as if he hadn't a care in the world.
As he walked, he considered the difference that he felt that morning compared to the previous sessions they'd shared. Before… well he enjoyed many aspects of what they were doing, he'd found a certain satisfaction in how Hermione responded to him, but his thinking was different now. Before he'd been there for her, to help her, and how he'd felt was always secondary to that goal.
This morning however, he was doing this because he wanted to. He wanted to learn more about the brilliant, beautiful witch that had placed so much of herself in his hands. He wanted to learn more about himself as well. He was looking forward to this in a way that he hadn't before, and the feeling was intoxicating.
Definitely habit forming, he thought.
By the time he reached the door across from the tapestry of Barnabus, a glance at his watch told him that fifteen minutes had passed, and he decided that should have been plenty of time. She knew the routine by now, and if she'd gotten herself caught up examining the new layout of the Room… well she would just have to learn to curb that curiosity of hers until she didn't have orders that she was supposed to be following.
"Dobby?" he called, and a second later a loud crack echoed down the hall as the little elf appeared in front of him, a tan canvas duffle bag sitting on the floor at his feet.
"Master Harry Potter, Sir, calls Dobby! Dobby has brought Master Harry, Sir's bag for him."
"Thank you, Dobby. Did you have any problems with the Room?"
"No Master Harry, Sir. Master requested his Room, Dobby stay so Room stay."
"Good." Leaning down, Harry grabbed the handles of the bag and lifted it. "Thank you for the help Dobs. You can go back to whatever it is you do around here. I'll call you if I need anything, okay?"
Dobby bowed so low that his ears actually brushed the ground for a moment, then he straightened up and snapped the long fingers of his right hand, vanishing with another ear splitting crack.
"I wonder if I can get him to do that a little quieter," Harry muttered, staring absently for a moment at the spot the elf had just vacated, he shook away the thought and turned to open the door.
He stepped from the stone corridor outside onto a plush carpet in a deep red, his trainers sinking into the surface with each step. The stone walls had been replaced with light wood panels, and while the fireplace to his right was slightly smaller, it still held a merrily crackling fire within it. Directly across from him stood a large four poster bed, decked out again in Gryffindor colors. His usual chair stood in the very center of the room, and between it and the fire, Hermione knelt, waiting for him. A low coffee table sat to her left side, between him and the door with a simple tea set resting on it.
He was happy to note that there was no movement from her when he came into the room. She was holding her pose perfectly, her eyes on the carpet in front of her.
She's always looking down, he thought, studying her for a moment. It's like she feels that's her place, not to look at me unless I say she can.
"Look at me, Mine," he ordered and smiled when she raised her head to meet his eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed, her breasts moving slightly with each breath she took, and she had tied her hair back with a simple elastic tie, he thought. Once again, he was struck by the contrast of the bright green ribbon against the creamy skin of her throat, and he unconsciously shifted slightly to relieve the sudden pressure in his slacks.
Walking up to her he leaned down, reaching out with his free hand to cup her chin and tilt her head further back to meet his eyes.
"Good girl," he said softly, giving her a warm smile which she answered with a brilliant grin of her own. Her eyes flickered to the bag in his hand, a clear question in their depths, but she said nothing. He released her chin and turned to move over to the table. Placing the bag on the table, he set about preparing himself. Removing his robes and rolling up his sleeves, all the while maintaining his silence. Finally, he poured himself a cup of tea, carrying it over to sit in his chair facing her.
"I'm very proud of you, Mine," he said after taking a sip of his tea. "Honestly, I expected you to be a bit more… impatient. You remembered all the details, and your pose is perfect."
"Thank you, Sir," she said, clearly thrilled by the praise.
He took another sip of his tea and leaned back, crossing his legs again as he watched her.
"Today is going to be… different, Mine," he finally told her and her head tilted slightly to one side, her eyes studying him curiously.
"How so, Sir?"
"I…" He trailed off thoughtfully. "I've done a lot of thinking over the last few days," he admitted, "and I've come to a few conclusions that I really should have understood sooner, if we'd only talked as we should have been from the beginning, maybe I would have. I didn't realize at first, just how deep this all went for you. I didn't realize it wasn't just a method to try to distract you from your worries. It probably started that way, but somewhere along the line your views changed, didn't they?"
"I'm not entirely sure when, Sir, but yes," she agreed. "I just… when we were here for my punishment, it really clicked just how much this is who I am."
"Well, I was listening to you the other day, Mine. I realize that the confusion I was dealing with must have caused you no end of difficulty as well. For that, I'm sorry. Today we're going to move forward though. I'm going to keep in mind how you've already said you want to be treated, and I'm going to trust you to speak up if you need to. Do you understand?"
"Absolutely, Sir."
He stood and went to place his empty cup on the table, dragging the chair with him before he moved back toward her and pointed at the spot where the chair had been located. "Move here, and turn around so you're facing the fireplace," he ordered, giving her a moment to scramble over and return to her pose. While she was doing that, he went over to the table and removed his shoes and socks, placing them to the side before he opened the duffle bag and started digging around inside it.
"You were supposed to prepare a list of five things you wanted to try before this session today," he informed her. "Did you do that, Mine?"
"Yes, Sir. But… I don't have the list with me, Sir."
"That's fine, this time, since I did surprise you again. But in the future, if I give you an assignment like this, you might want to keep your list handy, just in case. For now, just tell me what it is that you'd decided on." While he talked, he pulled a few things from the bag and set them down on the table. A plain black journal, a self-inking quill, and a bundle of cloth that made a dull thunk when it touched the wooden surface.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw her flinch slightly at the sound, and did his best to hide a grin as he picked up the journal and the quill and held them loosely in one hand, slowly starting to pace around her as she began to speak.
"The first thing I thought of when you ordered me to put together this list, was bondage," she said quietly.
"Why?"
The red in her cheeks darkened and she squirmed in place, just slightly before falling still again. "I-I don't entirely know, Sir. Just… in most of my dreams or fantasies lately, I've been restrained in some way. I just feel it's something I'd like to experience."
He nodded, moving around behind her, continuing to circle her. "What else?"
Ten minutes later he stood in front of her, his hands clutching the book behind his back as he studied his Mine.
"Bondage, humiliation, pain, anal play, and wax play," he repeated her list calmly, and she nearly cringed at the matter of fact way he listed off each item. "Wax…" He shook his head firmly. "No. Not any time soon anyway, that can be dangerous. Why pain and humiliation?"
"I said that there wasn't anything I didn't think I'd enjoyed, at least a bit, when we were talking after my punishment. I'm… well I'm not certain which aspects of it I really enjoyed, or if it was a combination of things... I thought that we might be able to find out."
Harry considered that for a moment before he nodded, and held the journal out to her, quill tucked within its pages.
"Write down your list, and your reasoning for each one," he told her when she took the book from him, a questioning look in her eyes.
"Yes, Sir," she said, and immediately opened the book, far more comfortable with writing than talking about such personal topics.
While she wrote, he thought carefully over the plan he'd come up with, and how he might incorporate some of her list into it. Honestly, he'd noticed her response to humiliation already. The more like property he treated her, the more turned on she seemed to get.
Humiliation and embarrassment she obviously responded to. Some of the rest of what he had in mind he was less certain about, but none of it was particularly extreme, so even if she didn't care for some aspects, they would be able to discuss them later.
"It's interesting that you chose those particular things," he said after she finished writing and handed the book back to him. "Some of that actually fits rather well into what I wanted to do today."
He put the book and quill back in his bag, then unwrapped the cloth bundle. Laying out four items on top of the table, he moved out of the way so Hermione would be able to see them, noting her wide eyed expression with a certain satisfaction as she studied the three stainless steel plugs of varying sizes and the bottle of lube now resting on the table mere feet from her.
"We still have a lot to learn about each other, and about ourselves, Mine," he said, drawing her attention back to him where he'd moved to stand between her and the fireplace. "I intend to test you today. I'm hoping to figure out a little more about you through it."
Her mouth moved silently a few times before she was able to choke out a quiet, "I understand, Sir," to which he shook his head.
"I don't think you really do," he disagreed. "But you will." He backed away from her a few paces and pointed to the carpet in front of him. "I want you to crawl over here, Mine, and then stand," he ordered and watched as she immediately moved to obey, her face now burning with embarrassment as she crawled across the carpet toward him, breasts swaying with the motion of her body.
"If you need to move anywhere else in the room today, you're to crawl, understood?" he asked once she was standing in front of him, her arms at her sides.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered, nodding her head in short jerks as her body trembled and shook just slightly.
He grinned at her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Good girl." He took another step back, very deliberately looking her up and down for a moment before nodding to himself. "Put your hands behind your head, Mine," he ordered and nodded again when she immediately complied, lacing her fingers together as she raised her arms and he moved closer to her again holding her eyes with his as he leaned closer to her.
"Don't move," he told her, a harsh edge to his voice causing her to jump slightly.
He moved around her again, letting the tips of his fingers trail across the skin of her stomach and around to her back.
"You've been very patient, Mine," he commented casually as he let his fingers move across her skin. "I understand now that you've wanted to increase our level of… physical intimacy. Well, you're going to get your wish today." He couldn't help but marvel at how soft her body felt under his touch. He'd been entirely too distracted when he was holding her after their last session to really take in the details that he now couldn't help noticing.
The way her muscles shifted under her skin, twitching as his hands passed over them. Brushing the fine hairs at the nape of her neck caused her to squirm slightly, almost without her will it seemed. Her breath caught in her throat when he palmed the curves of her arse, and a small moan escaped her as her hips shifted, just slightly.
"I told you not to move, Mine," he reminded her sharply.
"I'm s-sorry, S-Sir," she stammered, her breath coming faster the longer he spent exploring her body.
Within ten minutes she was trembling constantly, muscles coiling and relaxing as she struggled to remain still. From behind her he reached around her body to cup her breasts and another moan drifted past her lips as his palms slid across her stiff nipples.
Abruptly he stepped away from her, and she let out a distressed sounding whine as he went, but she didn't turn or otherwise move.
"Patience, Mine," he told her, grinning as he made his way over to the table. When he came back to her a minute later, her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply through her nose, letting each breath out through her mouth.
She jumped again when he suddenly placed his left hand flat against her stomach and laid his right forearm across her lower back, just above the curve of her arse. Her eyes snapped open as her head turned to meet his gaze.
"Please, Sir," she whispered.
"Please what?" He tilted his head, smirk firmly in place as he let his hand gently stroke her abdomen, moving lower with each pass as another tremor shook her body.
"Please. You're driving me crazy, Sir," she whined.
"That's my right, isn't it?" he asked, his voice hardening again. Her eyes slid closed for a moment before they snapped open again as his fingers brushed the soft curls above her cunt.
"Yes, Sir!" she blurted out. "Yes, that is your right… oh gods…"
Her head fell back as his finger brushed lightly over her clit and a long moan climbed out of her throat. Involuntarily her hips shifted forward, trying to strengthen that contact, but he moved his hand away.
"That's twice, Mine," he said in a warning tone. "If I have to remind you to hold still again you understand what'll happen?"
She whined again, her arms trembling violently where they were raised, hands still held together behind her head.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she gasped. "I'm sorry, I j-just… I can't help it."
He said nothing, letting his hand drift between her legs again, slowly gliding through her slick folds as words fell away and unintelligible squeaks and moans poured from her mouth.
Slowly, carefully he found her opening and slid one finger deep inside her and she jerked again, her muscles clamping down on his finger.
"Oooohh…. fuck!"
Harry realized he'd been kidding himself before. The sensation he'd felt when he took control of her before was nothing compared to this. After finally understanding the aspect of himself that enjoyed the control he had over her and accepting that that was perfectly okay… to do this to her, to get her so worked up that prim and proper Hermione Granger actually cursed as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. He didn't think he would ever tire of that feeling. Of being the one responsible for coaxing those reactions from her.
He moved his finger inside her, pushing it deeper and sliding slowly almost all the way out several times before he moved back to rub a gentle circle around her clit. "Mine," he whispered.
She said nothing, eyes closed, her mouth hanging open, gasping repeatedly as his finger brushed across that tiny bundle of nerves.
"Mine," he said again, louder and with a sharp tone and her eyes snapped open to meet his again.
"S-Sir?"
"Hold onto me, Mine."
With that, he moved his right arm from where it had been resting against her back the entire time, and let his hand slide down over her arse, gently parting her cheeks.
The confused expression on her face snapped into shocked understanding a second before it happened. Her hands separated, arms coming around to wrap around his neck and shoulders, clutching tightly to him as he suddenly shoved the smallest of the plugs that he'd been holding in his right hand since coming back to her into her arse.
Her arms tightened, almost painfully, around him and she actually rose up onto her toes in surprise, letting out a full throated screamat the sudden intrusion; a scream of mixed shock, pain, and, he hoped, pleasure.
Faster than he'd expected, it was over as her arse swallowed the toy, and that tight ring of muscle was wrapped snugly around the base, nearly three inches of steel buried inside her. The moment it was completely in she dropped back onto her heels, muscles going slack, and Harry wrapped one arm around her waist to help support her.
They stood that way, with Hermione clinging to him and her face pressed into his shoulder, while Harry bit back the urge to ask if she was okay. She knows what to say if she's too uncomfortable,he reminded himself and simply held her, letting her get used to the sudden feeling of the plug. Still, he was more than a little nervous. Shoving a toy up her arse with absolutely no warning was fairly extreme for their experience.
"Oh Merlin," she groaned after a few quiet minutes had ticked by, broken only by the sound of her harsh panting. "That… that feels…." She moved slightly, shifting her weight on her feet and her arms tightened around him as she let out a quiet groan. "Morgana's tits… that feels… good," she breathed out, as if surprised to realize she was actually enjoying the feeling of the plug inside her body.
Eventually she loosened her grip and he stood back deliberately adjusting his slacks for a moment. The feeling of her body pressed against him had become entirely too pleasant after his initial concern over her reaction had been relieved.
"We're not done here, Mine," he reminded her, bringing her attention back to him and she nodded shakily, taking several shuddering breaths.
"Yes, Sir."
Casually he stepped closer and reached between her legs again. "I think you're even wetter than you were before," he commented, smirking as she flushed again and visibly fought not to look away from him. She shifted her stance slightly, moving so her feet were about shoulder width apart, giving him easier access to her cunt, and she bit down on her bottom lip as he slid a finger back inside her.
He curled his finger, rubbing against her inner walls and she shuddered again at the feeling. A moment later he pulled his hand back and raised it, casually inspecting how wet his hand was and nodded his head.
"Yes, definitely even more wet than before," he confirmed. "You're practically dripping, Mine."
She flushed brilliantly and mumbled something as he continued to study his hand.
"Of course, now you've made a bit of a mess, haven't you, Mine?" he asked raising his hand slightly and she nodded.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she mumbled, blushing furiously.
"Nothing to be sorry about. You'll just have to clean it up." He finally looked away from his hand and caught her eyes, wondering just how she was going to react to what he had in mind next.
"Open your mouth."
She blinked in surprise but otherwise failed to respond.
"That's three times you've failed to follow an order properly, Mine," he reminded her with a disappointed sigh. She winced just before his right hand swung up and delivered a firm slap to her left tit, causing her to gasp in surprise and pain. With that opening he reached forward and slid his finger, wet with her juices into her mouth.
"Clean it," he ordered harshly. She instantly set to her task, moaning quietly as she sucked the evidence of her arousal from his finger. She took hold of his hand in both of hers, pulling his finger from her mouth, and proceeded to lick up every bit of moisture her soaked cunt had left on his skin.
By the time she finished Harry was painfully hard in his slacks, completely in awe over her reaction. She hadn't shied away for even a moment, and the feeling of her lips and tongue was driving him mad.
I wonder if this is how she feels when I'm teasing her, he mused as she finished her task and let go of his hand.
It took him a moment to gather himself, but finally he pulled his scattered wits together and moved away from her to retake his seat near the table.
"Come here, Mine," he ordered, indicating a space on the carpet between his feet. "I have another task for you, and a reward if you perform well enough."
For a moment, she lifted her foot, as if to walk over to him, at the last second however, she seemed to remember his order and slowly lowered herself to her knees and began to crawl toward him. It took her longer than it might have otherwise, as she paused frequently, shuddering visibly over the sensations running through her body. Finally, she reached him, sitting back on her heels with her eyes fixed on the bulge in his slacks.
Leaning forward he reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her head up toward his face.
"Find something interesting?" he asked, a knowing smirk firmly in place on his lips and she flushed again, her eyes moving away for a moment before darting back to his as she licked her lips.
"Yes, Sir," she whimpered quietly.
"And what might that be?" he asked, finding that he loved the way she squirmed over the question.
"Y-your…. your c-cock, Sir. I'm v-very interested in it," she said stumbling again over the word. "I've wondered for a while now what it looks like... feels like…" she whispered something he couldn't catch and he frowned.
"What was that, Mine?" he asked, a warning tone in his voice.
She shuddered again, taking a deep breath before she answered. "I've wondered how it would taste," she said.
"Lucky for you, you get to find out. I was so impressed, Mine, by the way you sucked your juices off my fingers like a good little slut, that I decided to let you suck my cock. I'm curious to see if you'll be as enthusiastic as when you were cleaning up your mess."
He watched her carefully as he spoke, trying to gauge her reaction to his words, and he wasn't at all disappointed at the visible signs of the pleasure she felt, though there was something about her eyes that told him not all was entirely well.
"What's wrong?" he asked. She considered it for a moment, her head tilting side to side slightly as she thought.
"I'm… I'm not entirely certain about being called a slut," she finally admitted. "A slut by definition is a woman that has had many casual partners. I don't want anyone but you, Sir. I don't want to do this with anyone else."
"I'll leave that alone then, and we'll discuss it more later."
"Thank you, Sir… Sir?"
"What is it?"
"May I… may I please kiss you?"
He smiled at the quietly pleading tone in her voice and nodded. "You don't need to ask to kiss me, Mine. As long as you won't be interrupting something, I'm more than happy to kiss you."
With his permission given, she suddenly surged upward, rising as high as she could while remaining on her knees, her hands became tangled in his hair as she pressed her mouth to his. She moaned quietly into his mouth, her tongue slipping past his lips, and he thought he could just detect a hint of her taste on her lips and tongue, a slightly tangy flavor that he honestly couldn't wait to taste for himself, directly from her.
They kissed for several seconds before he finally took a hold of her hair, where it was tied back behind her head, and gently pulled her away from him. Her eyes opened slowly, and he could clearly see how aroused she was in her gaze.
"I believe I gave you a task, Mine," he reminded her. She nodded quickly as he let go of her hair and leaned back in his seat. Quickly, her fingers started working at his belt and in moments he was lifting his hips so she could pull his trousers and boxers off. As she pulled them down, his erection sprang back, slapping against his stomach, and she let out a startled gasp, freezing in the middle of her task to simply stare at the hard length in front of her. A moment later he shifted his leg, she jumped, startled out of her daze to finish removing his clothes, leaving him wearing just his uniform shirt.
"I… I've never actually done this, Sir," she said, absently running her hands up his legs which caused him to shudder slightly.
"I've never experienced it," he reminded her. "We've plenty of time to learn. For now, as long as you're careful of your teeth, I'm pretty sure I'm going to enjoy it."
Nodding, her eyes shifted up to meet his for a moment, before she turned her attention back down, her hands slowly inching forward. When one small hand finally wrapped around him at the base, Harry couldn't suppress a sharply in drawn breath, which changed into a soft moan, as she started to slowly stroke her hand along his length. Her grip was so gentle that her palm slid easily across his skin, sending pleasurable ripples of sensation through his body.
She leaned forward slowly as a bead of precum gathered at his head, her tongue darting out to lick that heavy drop away with a single, quick swipe of that rough organ. Harry jerked at the touch of her tongue, grabbing the arms of the chair with both hands in a white knuckled grip, as another groan escaped him.
Moving down, she licked him from the base all the way to the tip, humming softly in what seemed like approval as she tasted him. Her eyes moved up to his again, as she resumed stroking him, a small smile turning her lips.
"Better than I dreamed," she said. Before he could even think to respond, her lips parted and she placed the head of his cock in her mouth, slowly sliding down his length.
Oh… holy fuck!
Completely against his will, his eyes slid closed for a moment as half of his length was enveloped within the warm, wet confines of her mouth.
"Oh shit," he groaned when she started to move back, her tongue and lips sliding along his skin. She paused, looking up to him in concern for a moment.
"You're doing fine," he gasped out in response to her questioning gaze. "That just feels incredible."
Later, Harry would think that the memory of her kneeling between his legs, her eyes locked on his, with her lips wrapped around him, was one of his new favorite images.
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This was the experience she'd been expecting, Hermione felt as she knelt between her Sir's legs, her mouth filled with his cock, and her arsehole still stinging slightly as the decidedly new, full sensation of the plug inside her drove her to distraction. Sir had shown none of the doubt, none of the insecurities that had plagued him before. With the exception of the one moment where he'd asked what was wrong after calling her a slut. Even then he was simply responding to how she'd reacted, not out of doubt, he'd been completely in control the entire time. He hadn't once asked her if she was okay with what he was doing, or if she would enjoy something. He simply commanded her. He told her what he was going to do, and what she was to do, and he expected her obedience. He took the control she voluntarily gave to him, and he used it.
When he'd explored her body, she'd felt like fresh clay under his hands, as if he were molding her, shaping her into a wanton, desperate slut- Oh! she thought, her mind, and her body, grinding to a halt for a moment. Oh, that's a different thought…
She carefully set that thought aside, resolving to come back to it when they talked later as the turgid member between her lips suddenly twitched, drawing her attention back to her task, and she started moving again. With one hand she stroked him, following her mouth up until just the swollen head remained between her lips, and she swiped her tongue across the tip, catching the taste of more of his precum, as well as drawing another hissing breath from him, before she plunged down, taking half of his length back into her mouth.
She shifted closer, trying to take in more of him, and a sudden jolt of pleasure ran up her spine from the plug in her arse. Her eyelids fluttered slightly. A low moan echoing the sensation, vibrated into the back of her throat. The feeling had her thinking over her brief trip, crawling across the Room to him, and she couldn't help but marvel, just a bit, at how he had turned such a simple task as crawling, into a deliciously arduous endeavor. Every time she moved her hips, the plug shifted inside her, sending new ripples of pleasure radiating outward from her arse, forcing her to pause frequently due to the intensity of those feelings.
As she knelt there, squirming a bit as she pleasured him, listening to the quiet, sexy moans and gasping breaths that escaped his mouth, she felt… powerful. Not in the way she imagined he felt when he gave her an order, she didn't feel as if she were controlling this situation, as much as it was her, and her actions, that drew those wonderful reactions from him.
To her, it was just another aspect of her submission to him. She might have been the one causing him such pleasure with her hand and her mouth, but it was at his direction that she did so. Her awareness had narrowed to encompass only a few simple things, mostly confined to the input her brain was receiving from her physical senses.
Taste was prominent. His skin against her tongue and those beads of fluid that she would find every few upward bobs of her head combined to form a uniquely pleasant flavor that her extensive vocabulary utterly failed to adequately describe.
Her nose was filled with the scent of him, similar to that calming scent that she so loved when she would press her face into his neck and simply breathe him in. This however was… deeper, richer, mingled with the soap from his shower that morning.
Her tits brushed against his legs as she moved, adding to the overwhelming stimulus affecting her, even as she watched his face twisting with pleasure at what she was doing to him, and every sound that she coaxed from him filled her ears; seeming to blot out the rest of the world.
She had no idea how long she spent licking and sucking his cock. Eventually however, Sir's voice changed. Mostly wordless sounds were replaced by a short, shaky sentence, uttered in a strained sounding tone. "M-Mine, I'm gonna… ffffuck!"
She realized that his legs were trembling, almost violently, hips shifting slightly, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth on each downward stroke. Reaching up she took hold of his hands and pulled, placing them against her head. She couldn't help a small mental cry of success, overwhelmed completely by a feeling of utter bliss as his grip tightened in her hair, holding her head still, even as his hips jerked several more times, literally fucking her mouth to his completion.
He let out a long, strangled groan, every muscle in his body seeming to stiffen as something hot and thick splashed across her tongue. Sir came in her mouth, his cock pulsing several times, each pulse blasting more of his cum to coat her the inside of her mouth. She held it there, carefully analyzing the taste in her usual manner. Salty, slightly sweet, with a bitter aftertaste.
I could get used to that, she thought as she finally swallowed, doing so without really being aware of it, until after the action was completed. When her mind finally caught up to her bodies actions, she couldn't hold back another moan around the cock that still filled her mouth. She'd never before considered actually letting someone cum in her mouth, always viewing the idea as slutty and disgusting, but with her Sir... it simply felt right. If her Sir decided he wanted to feed her a load of his cum every day, she realized she would happily accept it, because he was her Sir, she was his to use, and her own actions simply reinforced for her the nature of their relationship and further inflamed her desire for him.
More than almost anything, in that moment, Hermione wanted to simply stay where she was, holding her Sir's gradually softening cock in her mouth. Instead, she slowly backed off of him, however reluctantly, and swiped her tongue across his tip one last time, just to make absolutely certain that she hadn't missed a single drop.
"Holy fuck, Mine," Sir gasped. She looked up proudly, smiling at him and the sweaty and dazed expression on his face. He was breathing hard, his entire body shaking now and then as a tremor would pass through his muscles and looking at her in something akin to awe. "That was absolutely incredible," he finally managed to say when his breathing began to calm and he was able to sit up more in his seat.
"For me too, Sir," she whispered shyly, sure that she was literally dripping down her thighs at this point. "I really enjoyed pleasing you."
"It's your turn now," he informed her a moment later. "You've been pretty patient, Mine, and I did promise you a reward." He gestured toward the bed against the far wall with one hand, "Go lay down."
Nodding, she turned and started crawling toward the bed, well aware that he was likely watching the bright red gem on the end of the plug that would be visible between her cheeks. That mental image struck her and she could only think that the entire picture was lewd in the extreme. The fact that it was her behaving in such a manner… no, she'd never been a prude, but she had held some fairly conservative ideas regarding sex before reading the books she'd received.
Her eyes had been opened to an entire world of potential pleasures, things she would definitely have missed out on if she hadn't come into the understanding of her submissive side. She'd decided early on to put aside those views, choosing to experience as much as possible, at least once before making a decision.
She finally reached the bed and stood to climb into it. At first she wasn't sure exactly how she was supposed to lay down, Sir hadn't given her any specific instructions, so she decided to simply stretch out on her back, and took a deep, relaxing breath as her body sank into the soft mattress. She hadn't really noticed how sore and tired her shoulders were from keeping her hands behind her head, nor had she realized how tired her body was. The constant pace of arousal, surprise, and the tension of waiting for, and responding to, orders was taking a toll on her.
She wouldn't exchange what she had with her Sir for anything in the world, but she did have to admit that sessions like today's would likely have to be somewhat infrequent. At least until she built up her endurance a bit more. She was going to be sore tomorrow.
Her head turned when she felt the mattress shift to find him climbing into the bed. He'd pulled his trousers back on and he sat beside her, one leg hanging off of the edge of the bed and the other curled up in front of him, as he reached over to gently stroke her cheek. She couldn't help but lean her head toward his hand, sighing contentedly.
"You've done very well today, Mine," he said, smiling gently. "I've intentionally pushed you. Not too hard, but I certainly set out to push, to see how you'd react, and I'm very proud of you. You surprised me several times too."
Merlin, I don't understand how he does this to me, she thought as tears filled her eyes. She was suddenly so thrilled, so completely elated at the thought of pleasing him, of him being proud of her, that she was completely overcome by her emotions.
"Right now, I want you to just lie there and enjoy yourself, understood?"
She nodded. "Yes, Sir," she promised in a quiet whisper just before he leaned down to kiss her forehead again, then he moved to her lips. For a moment she almost turned her head. She had had a mouthful of his cum not long ago, and was certain she needed to brush her teeth, but he seemed unconcerned by the thought, so she eagerly responded to his kiss, humming quietly against his lips as his hands began to glide across her body again.
She sighed happily, her eyes falling closed again as his lips moved down her neck and across her chest, slowly working along the swell over her breasts. Thus far, he'd only ever kissed her mouth or her forehead, occasionally he'd gently kiss her neck. Now, with his mouth moving across her body, she couldn't help but squirm on the bed as his tongue darted out to taste her skin. Her back arched when he reached her left nipple, flicking the hard nub with the tip of his tongue to send a jolt of pleasure through her body. That action ground her hips and arse into the mattress, and she groaned as the plug pressed harder into her.
He was gentle with her, his hands and mouth caressed her skin with feather light touches, moving ever lower on her body, until she suddenly felt him move away for a moment. The shifting of the mattress beneath her told her he hadn't left the bed, and she jumped when she suddenly felt his hands on her knees.
"Open, Mine," he said in a quiet murmur, and without even pausing to think she complied, spreading her legs to give him access to her. She lifted her knees, placing her feet wide and flat on the comforter, so she was completely exposed to him, feeling not even a hint of embarrassment. There was nothing but a thrill of pleasure, both emotional, and physical, that spread its way through her. A warm, flushed sensation that was as intoxicating as it was maddeningly arousing.
The bed shifted again, and she finally opened her eyes, looking down the length of her body as he positioned himself between her spread legs, placing gentle kisses along her inner thighs. Resting on his elbows, he inched his way forward, her breath hitching more and more in her throat the closer he came to her cunt. She knew the end goal. Knew what he was planning, and she was practically breathless with anticipation, waiting for that moment.
When it finally came, her eyes literally rolled back in her head and her head fell back, a loud groan escaping her as he used his thumbs to gently spread her folds, then his tongue suddenly swiped up the length of her slit, her muscles jerked again when the tip of his tongue flicked her clit at the end of that single upward stroke.
"Oh my fucking god," she moaned, muscles clenching tightly. In some dim way she knew this wasn't going to take very long. She hadn't cum yet, though she'd been close, just before he'd shoved the plug inside her. The suddenness of that painful intrusion had distracted her from how close she'd been and since then she'd had only indirect stimulation of her body. Just enough to keep her body humming with her arousal, but not enough to push her toward anything.
"You taste wonderful," she heard, and felt his breath brushing against her wet folds as he spoke. That caused her to blush, embarrassed and thrilled at what he was saying. She opened her mouth to thank him, but the words fell away into yet another long, pleasured moan as his mouth returned to her cunt and she could only focus on what he was doing to her.
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Harry was pleased to learn that he'd been right. When Hermione had kissed him earlier, the taste he'd registered on her tongue hadbeen the lingering traces of her. Slightly bitter, but with that sharp tang that he'd noticed before. She did taste wonderful, and he took his time, savoring that natural flavor that was all her.
Harry was aware enough to understand that the differences between men and women were more than just appearance and some differences in biology. At his age sex was a relatively new thought, but he'd made certain to look into a few things and knew that for her, pleasing her properly wasn't nearly as simple as it could be for him. Her body was a more complex design, and he carefully explored her, determined to leave her a quivering mess by the time he finished.
He used the tip of his tongue to tease her, mixing in broad strokes with the flat, and even sucked at her skin, moving around slowly and paying careful attention to how she reacted to each thing that he did. He had no illusions that he'd be some sort of natural at this, but he counted on her inexperience, and his willingness to experiment and test to find the best way he could to make her feel just as amazing as she'd done for him.
"...gers…"
He glanced up, keeping his mouth on her for a moment as her voice reached him before he lifted his head slightly. "What was that, Mine?"
"Please, Sir," she begged louder. "Use your fingers? Please?"
He said nothing, merely returned to working his tongue in small circles around her clit, and slowly worked one of his fingers into her sopping entrance. As soon as his finger slid as deep into her body as he could reach, she let out a long moaning sigh.
"Oh, that's amazing," she whispered between soft moans and gasping breaths. He started working his finger in and out of her, twisting his hand back and forth to stroke her inner walls as her moans grew louder, and when he sealed his lips over her clit, sucking gently at it, her entire body bucked violently, almost dislodging him.
A stream of barely intelligible curses flew from her mouth and he grinned, adding a second finger. That was a much tighter fit, and he worked carefully, unwilling to hurt her at all here if he could help it. He was determined she would end this session with absolutely nothing but pleasure flowing through her.
Eventually he got both fingers inside her, and he flicked her clit with his tongue as he scisored them back and forth, causing another violent bucking of her hips, her back arching again as she let out a sharp cry.
"Please, Sir!" she cried, the comforter clutched in her fists as she writhed on the bed. "Oh god… I'm almost… please, please, please… may I cum, Sir? Please?"
She devolved into a stream of pleading words, her legs trembling, muscles in her abdomen clenching and relaxing. Wrapping his left arm under her thigh, he reached around her leg, placing his hand flat above her cunt and found her clit with his thumb. Pulling his fingers out of her, he replaced them his tongue, wriggling his way into her body as she gave another sharp cry, he reached under her, carefully grasping the base of the plug in her arse, and twisted it.
Her entire body tensed again, muscles going rigid as she let out a wordless scream, and he could actually feel her cunt clamping down around his tongue as she came. He kept rubbing her clit with his thumb, gently turning the plug back and forth with his other hand, as she shook and moaned for what seemed like several minutes to him, though he doubted it actually lasted that long.
When she suddenly went slack, her body relaxing, he let go of the plug and moved his hand away, gently running his tongue along her slit to gather a last taste of her juices, causing her to let out a pained sounding moan.
"Oh gods," she gasped out. "I can't… no more…please, Sir..." she trailed off into quiet muttering that he couldn't make out. He could only grin, rather pleased with himself, as he sat up and took in the sight of her.
The hair tie she'd used had either fallen out from her moving around, or broken, as her long, curly hair was free and splayed out across the pillow under her head. Her blush actually covered the upper slope of her breasts, which shook with each gasping breath she took, even as tremors still ran through her body. She was a sweaty, disheveled mess, her hair sticking to her forehead and her neck, and he thought she was breathtakingly sexy in that moment.
Her eyes opened half way as he moved up to lie down beside her, pulling her into his arms as she turned toward him, and laying her head on his chest, her left leg came up to drape over his. He let out a groan when she suddenly reached for his hand, pulling it to her mouth to lick and suck her mess from his fingers and hand again. When she finished, she let go and simply wrapped her arm around his chest, holding tightly to him as her breathing slowly started to return to normal.
Harry just laid there, holding her and thinking over everything, and what he intended to do next, hoping she'd be up to it.
After a few minutes she moved, her body sliding sensuously against his as she pushed herself a little further up the bed so her head was on his shoulder. He felt her lips tickle his neck as she pressed several light kisses against his skin.
"Thank you," she whispered, and he was struck by the sheer gratitude in her tone. It was almost frightening, the apparent intensity of what she was feeling, and he pulled her closer, his arms tightening around her body. "That was perfect."
Perfect.
The word didn't entirely fit Harry's estimation of events, but it was definitely close. He'd set out to push her, all as a means to gauge the plan he'd come up with for her, and she had responded beyond his hopes. Her response to being humiliated and degraded had been somewhat startling, but worked perfectly for what he had in mind.
He held her, absently stroking her back as he let his mind wander over his plan, and what needed to happen next, giving her time to recover some from her experience before they moved on.
He suddenly jumped when he felt a touch against his cheek, and turned his attention to her. She was looking up at him from his shoulder, one hand on his cheek and a questioning look in her eyes.
"You're thinking, Sir, " she whispered causing him to crack a grin.
"Isn't that a good thing? I'm pretty sure you've said before that I don't think enough."
"It isn't that you don't think. It's that, more often than not, you run into danger without thinking up a solid plan, Sir."
He shrugged his free shoulder, unable to really argue her point. "I guess it comes with doing better in my classes, and with this," he added with a wave of one hand to encompass the Room around them. "I need to plan ahead here, so I guess I'm learning some better habits?"
She hummed a quiet agreement, her eyes closing as she squirmed her way even closer to him.
"We need to discuss today's events, don't we?" she murmured a few minutes later.
"I was just letting you rest a bit," he responded, glancing at his watch. "Though we should probably get on it soon, if we want to make it to lunch on time. We've got a couple of hours, but I have something else planned that we'll need to discuss."
Her eyes opened, studying him intently for a moment. "I think I'm rested, enough, Sir," she said, pushing herself up so she was sitting with her back to the headboard.
Harry sat up as well. Reaching for a pitcher of water on the nightstand on his side of the bed, he poured two glasses, handing one to her with a firm order to make sure she drank the whole thing.
"Alright," he said, taking a moment to organize his thoughts. "Well, I'm fairly certain you enjoyed pretty much everything that happened, so we can discuss those in a little more detail later. For now I wanted to go over anything you didn't care for. The only thing I noticed for sure was calling you 'slut'. Care to elaborate?"
She nodded lowering her glass. "Yes, Sir. It wasn't so much that I didn't like it. I did, to a point. I just… it was the connotation that I would do this with anyone other than you that I didn't care for."
He sat back, watching her as her face settled into the familiar expression it took on whenever she was thinking carefully over something. He'd seen it often enough to know not to interrupt her thought process, simply sipping at his own water while she prepared her thoughts.
"Several times… well I thought of myself as a slut, or that I was behaving like one, or what I'd just done was something I'd have viewed as slutty, before all of this, if that makes any sense," she muttered absently.
He nodded, but said nothing.
"I think that… I think I'd prefer being called your slut, as opposed to just a slut," she finally admitted, flushing brightly again.
He considered that carefully, turning over the differences in the connotations in his head, before he looked up to meet her eyes, smirk firmly in place on his lips again. "So you're my personal slut, then?" he asked, teasingly and she lowered her eyes to the comforter, her cheeks darkening even further.
"I'm always yours, Sir," she whispered.
Harry reached out and tilted her head up with one hand under her chin. "You understand that I'm just as much yours, don't you, Mine?" he asked very carefully. "I can't imagine my life without you in it in some way."
She nodded, smiling softly at him. "I know, Sir."
He leaned forward and kissed her, holding her still by his grip on her chin.
"All right," he said once he pulled away, letting go of her chin, "Unless you have anything else you wanted to bring up, I think we can move on?"
She shook her head after thinking it over for a moment. "Other than discussing how frequent sessions like this will be… no, Sir. The slut comment was the only thing I had any issue with. Even when you surprised me with the plug… that was absolutely perfect."
"What's that about the frequency then?"
"I just think ones this intense can't be too frequent, Sir. At least until I can build up my endurance a bit. My shoulders and body are sore and tired."
Harry opened his mouth to apologize, but managed to stop himself. She didn't look or sound upset at all, and she knew how to stop things if it got to be too much. He reminded himself of those two facts, and simply nodded instead.
"Any thoughts on a good time in between them then?" he asked.
"I would think one a week would be plenty of time," she replied almost immediately.
"That sounds fine to me," he agreed. Putting down his now empty glass, he climbed out of the bed and went over to his duffle bag where it still sat on the table across the room, coming back with the journal in hand.
"I had Dobby get this from a specialty store in Knockturn Alley," he explained as he sat down with her again. "Keeping track of some things could be important, but the way we have been so far has a slight risk of other people finding out, if someone ever finds our contract or notes. However, this book can be keyed so that only you or I can read it by each of us adding a drop of blood to the inside cover."
Hermione started at that, almost flinching for a moment as her eyes widened. "The Ministry is very much against any blood related magic," she pointed out, nervously.
"True. But why? Yes, many blood rituals are dark and dangerous, from what I understand. But something like this?" He held up the journal. "Personally I think they just don't like things that they can't control, so the Ministry tries to make things illegal as a way to try to control people. I'm not going to order you to add your blood, Mine. But I would like you to really think about it before you say no."
Frowning pensively, she did just that, considering what he'd said and what little she knew about the Ministry and wizarding society. It all fit perfectly, she realized, and after really giving it some honest consideration, she couldn't argue that it wouldn't be much more secure than how they were currently doing things.
"The goblins tie clients to their vaults using blood," she pointed out thoughtfully. "And just about everyone agrees that it's some of the best security possible."
He nodded again.
After another minute of careful thought she sat up, squaring her shoulders determinedly and held out one hand for the book. "Did you have something we can use to draw the blood?" she asked.
"There's a pin that slips into the spine of the book," he explained, smiling proudly at her. "That specific pin has to be used. Just adding a drop of blood isn't enough by itself. After we both add ours, we can destroy the pin so no one else can be added, or we can hold onto it in case we ever decide to add another person, so they can read it."
Hermione couldn't stop a frightened shiver at that, staring at the book in her hand.
"Did you… were you thinking of that, Sir? Of… of bringing another person into this… at some point?" she asked hesitantly.
Harry blinked, confused for a moment before he really considered what he'd said. "No!" he suddenly blurted out. "No, Mine, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that at all. That's just how it was explained to me. It's possible to add others so they can read it, even after we bind it to us, but I'm not looking to actually do that at all."
By the time he finished, he was nearly as red as she had ever managed to turn, and had his eyes firmly on the book, not looking directly at her. She couldn't help a small smile at his reaction, after her own worry abated. His new confidence was attractive, but it was nice to see that he was still just Harry Potter, her best friend beneath it all.
She checked and quickly found the pin inserted into the book's spine. It was a matter of a few seconds for her to prick one index finger, drawing a drop of blood, which she pressed into the inside cover of the book. There was a brief glow around the item itself before it faded and she turned her attention back to Harry, reaching out one hand for him.
"Sir?" she prompted, and he silently offered his hand, watching as she jabbed the pin into his finger and then he added his blood next to hers. Once the book finished glowing a second time, she closed it and set it on the bed between them, but kept the pin, turning it over idly in her hands for several moments.
"We should probably hold onto this," she finally said. "Not that I want to add anyone to that book, but you never know, in the future there might be a reason that we need to be able to let someone read it."
"Let's keep them separate then. If someone just found the book, and the pin was there, they might be able to add themselves without us knowing about it. Do you have someplace where you could keep it?"
"I can think of a few spots. I've got a small jewelry box at home, I could leave it there this summer," she said, twirling the pin between her fingers for a moment. He shrugged, lacking a better option, so he decided to move on and they could readdress that issue if needed.
He cleared his throat and gestured to the book. "Well, just a couple more things and we should get moving," he muttered, trying to shake of his embarrassment from his poor explanation. "First. I want you to write down everything from today. Which elements were introduced, or used, how you felt about them, and so on."
She nodded. "Yes, Sir."
"Second. Earlier… do you realized you asked my permission if you could cum, Mine?" he asked, curious to know if she'd even really been aware of what she was saying at the time, and was pleased when she flushed again, lowering her eyes back to the bed.
"Yes… I remember asking, Sir,"
"Do you remember if I actually gave you permission after you asked?"
Her head snapped up at that, wide eyed and anxious. Her mouth opened and closed a few times but he kept talking, almost as if thinking out loud, before she had a chance to actually say anything. "Of course, I'd never actually said that you had to ask for my permission," he mused thoughtfully, leaning back against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest. "Once you did ask though… well, it seems only fitting that you should actually receive permission first."
"I-I'm… I don't know what to say, Sir," she stammered looking completely flummoxed.
"Well, since there's obviously some confusion on this particular issue, let's simplify things. How does that sound to you, Mine?"
Now she appeared far more cautious, something he was sure was a result of the smirk he was directing at her again, as she cautiously offered, "what did you have in mind, Sir?"
"Ah, that's not what I asked you," he gently admonished her, letting his expression become more stern. "I asked how that sounded to you, and I would prefer it if you answered a question when asked, Mine."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I… I guess that sounds good to me."
"You guess? Do you not know?"
She winced and gathered herself, sitting up straight on the bed to look at him. "That sounds fine to me, Sir," she managed to get out in a much calmer tone. "Simplifying something confusing is frequently a good step."
"Excellent!" Harry clapped his hands together once, loudly, and practically bounced out of the bed. "Come here, Mine," he ordered, pointing to her usual place by the fire. "And you can walk from there, no need to crawl right now," he added as she slid out of the bed.
While she got into position, he packed away his duffle bag, wrapping up the two remaining plugs in the cloth they'd originally been in. Closing the bag, he set the journal down on the table and turned to face her.
"To make things simple, from now on if you want to cum, you will need to ask for my permission, and wait for me to actually give it, before you are allowed to. Do you understand, Mine?"
"Yes, Sir," she murmured shamefully.
"That includes masturbating. If you feel like you want to get yourself off some night, you will still need to ask me first."
She actually cringed at that, but nodded her head. "I understand, Sir."
He looked around the room for a moment, checking to make sure he'd packed away everything that he needed to, before turning his attention back to her.
"I'm sure you're wondering about removing that plug in your arse by now, aren't you, Mine?"
"The… the idea had occurred to me, Sir," she admitted. "It… it really does feel good, but if we're leaving soon…"
"I said earlier that I intended to test you," he pointed out to her, as he leaned down and picked up the bottle of lube off of the table. Moving closer he held out the bottle which she took, a confused look in her eyes. "This is what I meant by that. I want you to keep that plug right where it is, Mine. Until I say so, it doesn't come out, unless you need to use the loo. In that case you have permission to remove it, however you are to clean it and put it back each time. If I feel you're abusing this privilege in any way, you'll have to come to me and request that I remove it for you. Do you understand?"
His explanation given, Harry watched her as the information fully settled in, her face going through a number of rapid changes in expression. Shock, disgust, and others he couldn't quite place a name to.
This is where she might have the most trouble, he mused as he waited for her answer. It's not entirely necessary for my plan, but it'll certainly help if she can do it.
He waited another minute as her expression turned contemplative, her eyes fixed on the bottle in her hand. Finally, her fingers closed around it, and she moved her arms behind her back, resuming her pose as she lifted her eyes to his.
"I understand, Sir."
Damn! This woman, he thought, grinning proudly at her. He moved over and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, before looking into her eyes and saying, "Good Girl."