Chapter 2288 - Ch: 7-8

Chapter 7: Officially OfficialSummary:Hermione continues on her quest to learn more about her biker man as his past is revealed to her and they learn just how much in common they have with each other. Harry teaches his kitten what punishment really looks like.

If there was one thing that proved her invitation to have Harry stay the weekend with her was providing a hefty return on investment, it was the fact that the man wore perfectly fitted clothes that highlighted his assets. The only problem was that everything he wore was black or very dark grey. Seriously, did he know of any other colours?

That didn't mean she wasn't content to appreciate all of him, however. Biker Man was a specimen and he was all hers for the rest of the day and tomorrow. All hers. Hermione was going to enjoy it very, very, very much. After they both recovered from the night/morning they had. Hours of non stop sex that culminated with him eating ice cream off her body and her sucking him while her body was inverted on the table was…not good for their bodies.

Harry was looking like he had finished a boxing match and she wasn't any better. Her attempts to tease him immediately fell flat once her own aches returned to her and reminded her that enough was enough. So now, Hermione was going to make good on her promise to learn and know her lover outside of sex.

"What's your favourite colour?" It was a good question. Childish but still good. It was the first step in knowing her Biker Man. Nothing was too trivial or unimportant to learn when it came to him. "I'm guessing it's black."

Lowly chuckling—the sound of that was akin to his bike's engine—Harry responded, "It's actually green, like forest green. I don't know, it makes me calm and relaxed." Gears turned in Hermione's head. His favourite colour was the same as his eyes. She wondered if there was history behind both of those things.

"How are your eyes green? Hereditary?" Hermione decided to prompt him. 

"From my mum," he confirmed before what looked like displeasure flashed across those same green eyes that she knew now were from his mother. She didn't quite know how to describe it but it was somewhere between anger and sadness. Not at all hatred. "We don't talk anymore."

Hermione thought that was the case but she didn't think Harry would admit that to her so soon. That was something deeply personal to him and he would have all the right in the world to keep it close to his chest. Yet, he told her about it without hesitation.

"Do you want to talk about it?" prompted a tentative Hermione. 

His jaw was clenched as he gave her a stiff affirmative nod. Then he began to speak. "My parents and I had…disagreements…on what I should do with my life," he began, shaking his head derisively afterward.

The girl knew those types of disagreements all too well. Her own parents had that same disagreement with her. After all, how could someone so bright as her end up settling down to run a small bookshop in the heart of central London? The thing, however, was that Hermione wanted to sell books. That was something her parents couldn't see.

"You mentioned dropping out of uni?" She took one of his hands in her own and lightly stroked the knuckles. The bloody things were roughened and almost completely covered with scars. A working man's hands? Or more?

"Yeah, I went to King's College for a term and a half until I decided I wanted no part of higher education," he joked, sounding much more at ease and pleasant now.

She was never a judgemental person so Hermione wasn't bothered or disgusted by Harry's decision to drop out. The Lord knew that she had some times during her own schooling where she contemplated doing what he did. But, she did end up persevering through and earning her degree in psychology. Too bad it never got put to use.

"So, how'd you become a bookshop owner?" Harry decided to change focus to her. It was likely that he realized he wanted to know more about her too. 

Excitedly, Hermione told him how they had that bit about disapproving parents in common and that her attending college to earn a degree in psychology was by their demands rather than her wishes. All they wanted was for her to join the medical field like they did and she was forced to choose something she didn't like but could at least find pleasant enough for all of her terms in college.

It wasn't until she graduated and their constant pressure eventually pushed her to the breaking point that she chose to do something she wanted to do. The look of pride and approval on Harry's face after her story made her heart flutter. Kindred spirits, they were.

"How'd you buy that shop? I don't think a fresh faced graduate would have the money to buy that place." His teeth gleamed in the sunlight from the full blown grin he wore.

"Nope," Hermione popped the 'p' in the last syllable, "I used the money my grands left me. They always encouraged me to pursue my own interests. For them, I only had to be myself. They loved me for who I was, not who I could be."

A look of fondness crossed her lover's features after that revelation. If she had to guess, he was most likely thinking of his own grandparents. Maybe they had that piece in common as well. Disapproving parents but loving grandparents. It was getting dangerously close to looking like they were the same soul sharing two bodies.

"I had people like that too," he swept a hand through his messy locks as his gaze found itself looking out towards the city, "my godfather and uncle. They did the same thing for me. My godfather was the one who introduced me to motorcycles too."

Wherever that man was, Hermione was going to have to thank him someday. Turning Harry into a biker man was brilliant because it brought him to her. That same bike he rode and…ahem…shagged her on was a product of his godfather's mentorship. Who knew if she and the man's godson would meet if he wasn't a biker man.

"Do you still talk to him?" She inquired, trying to keep the pleasant topics at the forefront of their conversation.

Big mistake. Another look marred Harry's eyes and it was one of anguish. There was a hint of regret as well. The girl knew right away what had happened to his godfather. Though, she hoped her suspicions were not rooted in the truth.

"He passed away when I was nineteen." The confession rocked her to the core and placed imaginary anvils on her Biker Man's shoulders. He had more to say and that was the only thing stopping her from pulling him into a bone crushing hug. "Shot and killed by," he ground his teeth together as the vein on his forehead nearly popped out of his skin, "a terrible person. I didn't even get to go to his funeral."

No sooner had he finished than she wrapped him up in one of her signature hugs. If he was surprised, he didn't show it except to make a small grunt when her strength took him unawares. Her entire frame enveloped his much larger one in it while he buried his face into her hair. For once, he allowed himself to look weak in front of her and that meant more than he knew. 

"What's this for?" Honestly, he shouldn't even have to ask that question. Their relationship had evolved to include something like this without any cost. This was the exact reason why she wanted to know more and spend more time outside of sex with him. "I'm not complaining, love. I'm just surprised."

"Don't be. You're important to me," they both dislodged from the embrace at the same time to let her cup his stubbled cheeks, "and you're my boyfriend. Regardless of what we do during sex, this is what I meant when I said I wanted more."

"I'm glad you wanted more," said Harry thickly before kissing the corner of her mouth.

That act was more intimate and intense than anything they had done since they met. A simple chaste kiss with nothing behind it except to show his appreciation for her meant just a little bit more than all the sex they had. Perhaps it was because it showed that their relationship was not just physical.

Changing the mood was in order, Hermione decided as things got too heavy around them for her liking. There was no use focusing on the past and burnt bridges anymore. Not when they had each other now and were taking steps to move along in their still newborn relationship.

"You never asked me to be your girlfriend, you know? You just stormed in and said it to my ex," she tried to quip at him.

It would never not amaze her when her Biker Man switched personas to go from Harry Potter, young adult, to Harry Potter, dark and mysterious lover. In the blink of an eye, his face morphed to show his wicked ways and his lips curled up into a sinister smirk. She was in the company, now, of the man who spit fire at her skin and whose very touch made her hairs stand up on end.

"I didn't need to, kitten." As soon as the words left his mouth, the calloused and coarse hand she knew like her own went up to wrap around her neck. Just like that, any protest or thought died in her mind. "You were mine the moment I stepped foot in that bookstore."

She did a double take, or she would have had it not been for the hand necklace she was wearing, before her mind started to run wild. Harry had to have had designs on her from the moment he stepped into the bookstore. And if that were true, then he had wanted her from the moment he laid eyes on her. Now she was lost in the decision to think whether that was a good or bad thing.

"You wanted me?" was all Hermione managed while his deft fingers stroked against her throat column to try to rob her of sense.

"From the moment I saw you. You didn't think I just walked in and flirted with you just to see where it would go, right?" He asked teasingly before his grip tightened just for a split second to again steal something from her. This time it was the air from her lungs instead of her good sense. "That's not my style, kitten. I don't approach and flirt with random women."

Okay, it was a good thing that he had designs on her from the start. That meant Harry hadn't thought she was some random bimbo or strumpet that he ended up falling for. He planned to get into her bed. Or was her emotional compass so screwed up that she was considering all of this to be the right thing? 

"As soon as I took you home that night, you were mine," Hermione yelped in a rather undignified manner as he roughly pulled her onto his lap and met her eyes, "as soon as I fucked you, I knew I couldn't leave. It was a quick decision but one I made easily."

Well, he wasn't lying about that. The girl could remember their first night in her bathtub after they had finished when he nonchalantly agreed to stay. It sounded like leaving hadn't even crossed his mind. He wanted her and had plans for her from the moment he saw her. Plans to make her his. And he did just that with ease.

"You were never planning to leave, were you?" She decided to ask him just for confirmation of her suspicions.

He shook his head negatively with a little crooked upturn of his lips. "Unless you said nothing about wanting me to stay, I would have. Though, I would have asked for your telephone before I left just so I could keep in contact." Damn, her Biker Man was good. The man had a backup plan just in case she was too shy to tell him to stay with her and try something more. Harry was sure about his desire to make her his. That was sexy.

"I didn't know you wanted me like this from the start," Hermione admitted. She thought that it was a happy result that their little playful banter in the bookshop had thrusted them into a relationship. How wrong she had been. 

"What did I tell you, kitten? I don't sleep around." The edge in his voice threatened her with punishment without him actually needing to do so himself. One of the things he had mentioned not being fond of was repeating himself. Like she predicted, he told her just that. "I do not like repeating myself, kitten."

Bait taken. Actually, she hadn't meant to place the bait but she was surely going to enjoy her new catch. Confidence filled Hermione before a saucy grin came upon her features. "Are you going to punish me?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why would I punish you? You seem to enjoy it. Maybe the right punishment would be to do nothing at all," Harry told her.

Crap. He hadn't taken the bait after all. Knowing him, this was just another one of his mindgames. The man never did anything without planning ahead, as she was just made aware of. He wanted her to tell him what she wanted. Wanted her to demand him to take her again. She couldn't do so just yet. If he wanted to play like this, Hermione would play too.

"And you think that would teach me a lesson? If anything, it'll just make me do it more." If only her nipples weren't tightening under her shirt and there wasn't wetness soaking through her knickers. If those things weren't happening, her own threat would be much more believable. "It's not like I'll have learnt anything."

"You haven't learnt anything at all from what I seen," his hand slid around to the back of her neck and yanked it back gently while the other went down to her center but only pressed into her shorts, "all I've seen is that you enjoy when I'm fucking you. Maybe I should stop."

"Then I'll just use my fingers, I have tons of material to use to get myself off," Hermione threatened again but it didn't even have time to sit in the open air before Harry had her in his choking grip again. 

Dark fire burned behind her lover's jade eyes and he snarled at her, "Nothing and no one else gets to make you come but me, kitten. Your body belongs to me." A hitched gasp escaped her when his fingers carved into the soft flesh of her bum and he went to slide his hands through her hair and pull her head back. "The only thing that makes you finish is me. Don't forget that."

All of her belligerence died and Hermione had to submit. There was nothing else she could do. "Yes, Harry." 

Submission wasn't enough for him. The girl quickly realized that her Biker Man was now thoroughly invested in punishing her for her behaviour. Yes, she had won. Though, she couldn't reveal that bit lest he actually follow through with his threat of not punishing her.

"You're a very bad girl. Fucking the attitude out of you clearly isn't enough," he appeared to be deep in thought for a little while before shadowy promises flashed in his eyes, "looks like I'll have to take it up a notch."

What could that mean? One of these days, she was going to have to stifle her curiosity. That old saying about it killing the cat was still very much alive and it was going to be true for her one day. That day, however, was not today. As she went to speak up again, Harry silenced her with his own voice.

"I should really do nothing. Should keep you waiting and begging for my cock because you even suggested that your little fingers could get you off." 

No, no, no. Hermione was losing her mind. He couldn't follow through on his threat. Not now, not ever. The must of lust and desire was rapidly dispersing from her mind and was replaced by a growing fear of not getting what her body so desperately craved. Hours had passed after their early morning session and she was ready for another one. 

Wait, that was it. Despite the combination of fear and desire, Hermione's brain had worked fast in finding a new avenue to get what she wanted. "You're just saying that because you're too tired. I was right this morning, you can't handle me."

Harry's control was on the verge of snapping and she knew she was treading on forbidden grounds. Never before had she been this bold with him and it was likely that he genuinely didn't like it. From the looks of his face, he was not just miffed, he was furious.

"I see that I've been too soft on you, kitten." Good, he was still using her nickname. That was the only thing she cared about even if his voice had darkened to become the auditory equivalent of the river Styx. "I think I've treated you too gently, Hermione."

"H—Harry?" Her whisper wavered at the weight her mixed up emotions placed on it.

His touch disappeared from her body afterward and she was unceremoniously deposited back on the sofa when he rose to his feet. Displeasure was again carved into his stony features. 

"Kitten, kitten, kitten," he murmured reproachfully, shaking his head as he spoke to her. Was it possible to be both afraid and overtaken by lust? It was more like her fear was driving her desire. "I'm going to enjoy what I'm about to do to you very, very much."

Cat: her. Curiosity: the killer. Hermione's mouth opened and the question slipped out without thought of her own self-preservation. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to show you what real punishment looks like."

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This damned girl was driving him batshit insane. He'd met women who loved being punished and were well versed in the art of 'bratting' their dom but Hermione had learnt their tricks naturally. Fucking hell, she was going to make him burst into flames. Even his exes were never this good at winding him up and taking back the control he established. 

As he stared at her sitting on her sofa wearing a combination of both fear and arousal, Harry knew that the little minx liked his admittedly soft punishments. She had no idea what was in store for her. It wasn't that he wanted to take back control in the dynamic, far from it, he just wanted her to see how gentle he had been with her since they met.

Part of the reason he had not taken her deeper into his world was because he had his own concerns about her reaction to it. Another part was because he was actually enjoying their sex without too much of the BDSM dynamic interfering with it. Now, though, all those concerns were gone. All bets were off.

It was time to get down to work. Business had picked up and Harry was going to bring his kitten all the way into his world. "Go to your room, take off your clothes, and lie down on the bed," he ordered briskly. 

Kitten did as she was told like she always did. His grey joggers tightened up even more around his crotch. The thick and lengthy manhood that hung between his legs was ready to seat itself deep inside his princess' saccharine pussy.

Once she was on her feet and dutifully padding towards her bedroom, Harry let her get past him before bringing his palm down with harsh force onto her arse. Compared to the other spankings he'd given her, this one was rougher. A tone needed to be set from the onset and what better way to do it than through that.

The sound of the skin of his palm hitting the plump and delicate flesh of her rear had him grinning like a madman. Combine that with her squeak and shaky steps afterward, and Harry was enjoying himself all too much. 

Right after she disappeared out of sight, he retrieved his duffel bag from under the coat rack. All of the tools he had brought were still there, as expected, and he retrieved the two of them that were going to see the most use in the next session.

Ropes and two pairs of handcuffs.

See, Harry always had a plan. One of his more favoured punishments involved restraining his partners and having his wicked way with them until they were begging him for release. Release that he would not grant until he was ready for them to finish. 

Really, Hermione should have kept her pretty mouth shut. The very idea that she could use her fingers to pleasure herself when he wasn't around lit a searing rage in Harry's heart. Clearly, she needed a working reminder of who she belonged to. Who her body and soul belonged to. Her orgasms belonged to him. They came at his discretion from now on. Too bad she hadn't realized that. 

Like he had told her, punishments weren't to inflict pain or make her feel embarrassed. They were to stimulate arousal while teaching her certain lessons. No greater lesson needed to be taught than of his ownership over her. 

He took another cursory look over his tools and spotted the blindfold. Intriguing thoughts of sensory deprivation and stimulation came to him but he figured it would be too much for her. Damn kitten was making him into a walking contradiction. Hadn't he vowed to no longer take it easy on her?

Regardless, the point was to bring her into his world fully. The restraints would do a good enough job of that. The blindfold could wait. After all, gluttony was one of the seven deadly sins. No need to be a glutton and use most of his tools in one session. 

Ropes and handcuffs in hand, Harry ambled back to the kitchenette and discarded his joggers methodically. He was clad only in a pair of extremely uncomfortable underwear, only uncomfortable because of his raging erection, when he decided to return to Hermione's room with the tools hidden behind him.

Speaking of gluttony, the feast that laid out before him when he stepped inside and saw his kitten lying spread eagle in her bed made him almost give in and commit that sin. Legs spread, arms at her side, and eyes trained on him, Hermione was a vision.

"Good girl," he praised, watching the words shoot straight to her pussy that fluttered immediately after they left his mouth. Yeah, he loved praise kinks. "You're a brilliant little kitten, aren't you?"

"Yes, Harry," Hermione answered through a voice that was barely even there. 

She played right into his hands. Transforming himself into a disappointed teacher, he brought the handcuffs and ropes around to let her get a good look at them. Her eyes went comically wide when she saw them but the wanton minx's desire grew. Fuck. That caught him off guard. He didn't show it, though.

"If you're so brilliant, why do you insist on defying my rules?" Harry patiently asked. He gave her nothing from his tone except disappointment and frustration that she had been so rebellious. "Why do you defy me, Hermione?"

"Because I want to." The nerve of this girl. And the fact that she said it with a smile too. 

Alright then. He shook his head with a grin on his face before taking a deep breath to prepare himself. Then, he marched to stand over her body at the foot of the bed. Dark chocolate eyes met him and dipped down his body to find his cloth covered cock. She would have to wait for that.

"Arms up on either side of your head, spread them until you feel comfortable." His instructions were followed with haste and Harry took the chance to fall over her and slither up her body like a snake, making sure she felt every inch of him over her flushed skin. "If only you could have been such a good girl before I had to do this."

"If I did that, then you wouldn't have done this," she called back, triumph in her voice.

The foolish kitten thought that she had control. She figured that she had won because she had gotten what she wanted. Punishment. He was going to take a lot of pleasure in showing her just how wrong she was. This was going to be fun. 

Each handcuff locked one of her wrists and then clipped around the steel bars of her bed's headboard. They weren't tight enough to cut off circulation but they were insistent enough on her skin to let her know that she was well and truly restrained with nowhere to go. Completely at his mercy.

She was a sight to behold again. Completely nude with her arms cuffed to her headboard. It was perfect. She was perfect. All the control belonged to him and that hardened his cock almost painfully.

Next were the ropes. Kitten was quite a petite thing but her bed was admittedly on the smaller side and the ropes were lengthy enough to knot around her ankles before the other end did the same around the bar at the foot of her bed. Checking to see if they were chafing her skin or pulling harshly at her legs, Harry was satisfied when she showed no signs of discomfort.

"How are you feeling?" He decided to question her. Consent still mattered and all of his restraints would disappear like they were never even there should she feel discomforted by them.

"I want this."

Breathless as it was, Harry probably would not have registered the words from her voice had it not been for him seeing her lips moving. It was good that she wanted it but he gathered that her opinion would change once he really started up. Too bad she had already signed herself over to him. Now, he was going to show her that only good girls get nice things.

His fingers found the waistband of his underwear as she observed him through hooded eyes. Slowly and purposefully, he tucked his fingers behind the elastic and began pulling his boxers down. He didn't like putting on shows for his partners but this partner was different, like he had been saying for some time now.

Wet thudding sounds erupted as his cock sprang out and bounced against his belly. Tiny tongue darted out to moisten Hermione's lips when she saw the dark pink head leaking precum. Damn kitten loved sucking his cock.

Harry jerked his length a few times even though he knew it needed no more encouragement to grow hard and walked over to Hermione. Their legs touched as he stood over her and he could see her subconsciously spread herself wider to permit him entry into her soaked pussy. Not yet. That was the main event.

Instead, he fell over her again and let his hardness slap against her flat tummy. That was when she started wriggling and writhing under her restraints, no doubt trying to shift herself to get his cock closer to her entrance.

But, Harry still her movements with one hand pressed down on her throat and the other sliding down to her folds. Teasing motions were the order for the moment. His expert fingers worked around her folds but made no effort to find her clit nor dip inside her.

"Do you know what happens to bad girls, kitten?" Harry breathed to her. She shivered at the proximity of him as his warm breath blew onto her. No answer was given and he loved it. Loved it because it meant more punishment. "The longer you don't use that wonderful voice of yours, the more punishment you'll get."

To emphasize that point, Harry withdrew his fingers from her center only to bring all of his hand down in a light slap onto her pussy. It was nowhere near enough to hurt her but more than likely shocked her. 

"H—H—Harr…" Hermione tried to call before he began soothing her folds and making it forget about the slap.

"Answer me, Hermione." His fingers left her again, the threat of another spank to her cunt very much unveiled.

"Bad girls get punished." Indeed, they did.

"Excellent," Harry praised before playing with her pussy again as a little reward. Her hips started to roll and undulate again to chase his touch. 

"Please." Didn't she know that the control belonged to him? No matter how much she begged or pleaded, he was not going to give her what she wanted until he was ready.

"Bad girls don't get to beg," he brought his hand down again in a swift slap against her most sensitive spot to yank a choked breath from her, "they don't get what they want until after they're punished." 

She didn't protest this time and simply nodded when he went back again to rub the stinging out of her core. Harry shot her his lopsided grin and decided to give her another reward. One finger slid past her entrance to swirl her slick around inside.

Playing with her throat column and her pussy, Harry ground his thick length into her belly and began kissing every patch of skin on her face. He began talking to her as only he could afterwards. "I'm going to fuck all of this newfound attitude out of you." The promise made her light up with anticipation and only made him that much more eager to tell her the rest of it. "But you won't get to come until I tell you to. I'm going to do everything I want to this sweet body and you'll get to finish when I decide to let you."

As expected, the disbelief she felt was vividly etched on her face. It drew an almost mocking chuckle from him when he saw it. Punishment wasn't what she thought it would be. Poor little kitten.

He went to work on her body and began the first step of showing her the consequences of her behaviour. Another finger was added to her pussy while he licked and sucked at her neck. The hand holding her throat fell down to aggressively knead her breast as he fucked her with his fingers.

His thumb found her clit while he fingered her and began the familiar motion that always drove her insane. He worked her steadily to the cusp all the while whispering filthy nothings against her neck and rolling her nipple between his other fingers. 

"Can't wait to bury my cock deep inside this sweet pussy," he murmured, lips pressed to her milky skin. He plucked at her nipple and curled his fingers up in her pussy to find her sweet spot. She bowed and arched up into him while falling into shuddering moans.

Her body tried to glue itself to him as he continued to play it like a violinist. More of her slick gushed around his thick fingers when he continually hit that spongy spot in her pussy. Then, he started to feel her walls flutter around him.

And just before they would bring about her release, Harry withdrew his fingers and returned his hand to her neck. Disbelief and dissatisfaction were plain on her face. Cruelly, he grinned and choked her for a quick second to remind her who was in charge. 

"What happens to bad girls?" He challenged her again.

The response was reflexive, as though she thought she could regain his good favour by being a good girl now. Too little too late. He was too far gone. "Bad girls get punished."

Fucking girl was driving him crazy still. He slapped her pussy again, maintaining gentleness, and glared at her before raising his hand once more. 

"Yes" -slap- "they" -slap- "do." 

Poor kitten was all broken yells and convulsing trembles afterwards. It occurred to him that he was pushing her too hard too fast but he didn't care. Darkness had overtaken him and that familiar creature in the back of his mind was in full control.

"I'm sorry," Hermione whimpered as he stroked loving circles into her mound again to rub away the pain.

"Do you remember your safe word?" He hoped she did because it would break his heart if she couldn't tell him that it was too much for her.

"I do and I don't want to use it." Harry smiled at that and brushed his lips to her cheek. Such a good girl. That earned some of his favour back.

"You want to be a good girl now, right?" He prompted lowly and pinched her jawline in between his teeth. Chestnut curls bounced vigorously as she nodded her affirmation. So good for him. He would have to reward her. After her punishment. "I still have to punish you."

With that, Harry moved himself down her body and positioned his face right at her pussy. His lips parted to blow a chilled breath onto her folds before turning up in a little smirk. If there is one thing he loved more than burying himself inside her, it was eating her up like the treat she was.

"I love how you taste, sweet kitten," he rumbled to her and then dove into his feast with no hesitation.

Harry made good use of his tongue and fingers as he parted her folds and thrust them inside her to drink up her juices straight from the source. He drew circles in her cunt and flicked her little bud with this thumb to have Hermione thrashing around against her restraints.

It wasn't enough for him either. Harry began to utterly devour Hermione, using every part of his mouth to get to her sweetness. His teeth dragged over her clit, his lips sucked the juices from her folds, and his tongue journeyed deeper into her pussy.

Mad for this girl. He was devoid of rational thought. Only a primal need to fill himself and punish her remained. The exact moment when she started struggling to breathe and moan alerted her that she was close.

He delivered a final blow when he sucked her clit between his lips and swirled his tongue around it, bringing her right to the peak. Except, he didn't let her fall off the peak because he pulled his mouth back to shoot her another teasing smile.

"Only good girls get to come, sweetheart." As he was speaking, he mopped up the rest of her juices with his fingers and brought them to his lips. 

Her frustrated eyes stayed on him as he lapped up the remainder of her juices from his finger. All this was going to come together in an earthquaking orgasm. The more he riled her up and left her wanting, the better her finish would be.

"Please, Harry," his kitten sweetly begged. And, fuck, he almost gave into her. She had some kind of power over him.

"No, only good girls get to come," he repeated to make himself believe it more than her. 

"I won't be bad again, I promise. Please." She was trying to break his defences. He couldn't. Not yet.

Hermione made to protest again but was silenced when Harry slid up and sheathed his cock inside her tightness at blinding speed, wrenching a deafening cry from her. "HARRYYY." 

There was no other pace he could go at. He had to pound into her and fuck her hard and fast. If he even thought about slowing down, he would be helpless as her pussy strangled his length.

She felt so good. Always tight, hot, and drenched. His cock felt right at home, right where it belonged. Her pussy swallowed all of him like usual and had him skyrocketing to another world.

The sound of their hips hitting like drums was what kept him rooted in the real world. It let him focus back on her and the feeling of hot silk wrapping around his cock and stroking it lovingly.

"Fuck…tight…fuck." Those three words were the only ones he knew.

His mind reminded him of the promise he made to her as he continued to rapidly stroke into her. She was still on punishment. He couldn't let her come just yet and the feeling of her walls tightening and quivering over his hardness let her know she was almost there again.

"NO, HARRY," Hermione howled, almost sounding like she was in pain when he pulled all the way out and ended their sex. 

Emerald green eyes narrowed to slits as he shot her another glower but this time she remained defiant instead of afraid. He positioned himself at her entrance again and took her neck in hand to kill all of her aggression once more.

"Will you be a good girl for me?" He ground out to her while sliding his raging erection over her slit.

"Yes, I will be. Please, I need you," Hermione replied quickly.

"What do you need?" Harry taunted. He notched himself at her entrance and rocked over her just to let the tip slip past her folds.

Her hips bucked against him while the sounds of metal clanging against metal rung out to him. Her handcuffs were working as intended. Hermione growled at him as she worked to get him deep inside her yearning to no avail. When she realized he wouldn't give into her until she spoke, she opened her mouth.

"You, I need you. I need…" she begged in an almost agonizing wail.

The hand around her neck slid behind it to cup her head before he rammed himself to the hilt inside her to give them both what they wanted. Immediately, he felt her come as her warmth clamped down on his cock and bathed it in her gushing juices. 

Hermione shrieked like a banshee as he cradled her head and her body bucked against him. She'd came just from him fucking into her. And Harry was merciless after the fact, riding her through the finish, intending to bring her another one. 

He fucked her like it was the last time ever for them. Shit, with the way his heart was pounding, it was dangerously close to being true. But he didn't care. His other hand clutched her hip to hold her open and let the snap of his hips hit with bed shaking force. 

Another thunderous cry erupted from Hermione as he slammed her into the mattress with renewed energy. Harry could hear the sounds of her luscious pussy suckling his cock each time he dove into her and it drove him mad. He had already gone mad either way. 

"Unnggg…ungggg…unggg," left her mouth as he pummeled her cervix with each forceful thrust. It got to be too much for her and her teeth sank into his shoulder.

"Fucckkkkk," hissed Harry at the delightful pain/pleasure from her bite and her juicy cunt.

Raising his hips high, he plunged in balls deep and repeated the motion again until she came around him and choked his cock in her hotness once more. Her head fell back to let a sinful, struggling scream escape her but Harry took her mouth with his own and swallowed it all.

Then, he started moving within her again. After all that, he hadn't finished. It was some kind of divine miracle but he wasn't about to question it. He broke their kiss and sat back on his knees to catch his breath.

Hair tangled and tousled, near black chocolate orbs staring at something off in the distance, and her breasts rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. Hermione was art. The restraints that held her arms over her head added to the vision in front of him. He had the control.

Harry fell on her again and slid both of his arms under her shoulders to hold her. Their eyes met as he held her steady and he soon began another heady pace. Hermione's gaze became unfocused and cloudy as he fucked her so hard that his hips turned blurry at the speed.

Release came over him shortly after one final deep thrust and Harry stiffened up to let the tingling in his balls give way to his orgasm. He filled her up like he always did, coming deep inside her as his cock pressed into her cervix. 

She arched into him again when his steamy release painted her insides and fell apart all over again. The exhaustion from this session as well as the previous one in the morning knocked Harry over and he fell onto Hermione in a heap. 

 ———

"I think we need a break from sex," Harry murmured behind her as they sat together in bed. 

The girl inspected the markings left from the handcuffs and ropes while her lover rubbed her shoulders and she leaned back into his chest. A break from sex honestly didn't sound too bad. They were so addicted to each other but the last session took a lot out of the both of them. Even if her punishment was supremely enjoyable.

Orgasm denial wasn't new to her—thank her spicy books for that—but actually experiencing it was breathtaking. By denying her release several times, it made her actual climax far more astounding. And even though she had been begging him to let her finish from the onset, Hermione was glad Harry chose to follow through with his punishment.

Now, though, the after effects were very much real. She was sore again. Harry, before he had showered with her, was pouring sweat while sucking in deep gulps of air. They were a mess. Completely wrecked for each other. The good thing, however, was that the day was young. Sunset wasn't even upon them. They could spend the rest of the afternoon and night enjoying each other's company.

"A break from sex does sound good," Hermione agreed after a moment.

"I was hoping you'd say that. Someone needs to curb my addiction to you." She smiled against the arm wrapping her up. It was a joke from him but a very true one. He was hooked on her at his own endangerment. 

But, she was just as hooked on him. She had a hankering for Harry. "We'll rest for the rest of the day and relax."

"Good," he breathed a sigh of relief which made her giggle, "and I'm hoping you learnt your lesson today, kitten."

Despite knowing that they were nowhere close to having another go at each other, Hermione couldn't resist the urge to tease her Biker Man. "And what lesson was that?"

Predictably, his hand curled around her neck and pulled it back sideways so their faces could meet. "Don't play with me, kitten. This time your punishment won't involve sex. You tell me what lesson you learnt."

Threat clear. She shook her head with an easygoing smile and kissed his cheek, saying afterwards, "Only good girls get to come."

His prideful expression wrapped her up in some kind of pleasurable cocoon that sent delightful tingles over her. Then, when his motor-like voice sounded out, she felt those tingles speed right down to her aching center. "And that all of you belong to me. Including your orgasms, sweet kitten."

"Quite a greedy thing, aren't you?" She continued to test him because it was good fun for her.

"You'll quickly learn, kitten, that I don't share what is mine with anyone," he darkly told her in response. 

More creature than man was what he sounded like and Hermione began to wonder if she had a beastiality kink hidden deep within her. She already had a praise kink, she knew, a thing for masked men or, in Harry's case, a helmeted man, and a kink for being restrained as well. And all of those were brought out of the shadows by her Biker Man himself.

Who knew what else he could reveal about her desires? If there was one thing she knew about herself in uni, it was that her thirst for knowledge was stronger than most. Now, she had a verrryyyy enjoyable topic to study and conduct extensive research on. And the perfect partner to test her hypotheses with. 

After they took a short break from shagging each other senselessly, of course. They had one full day after today to explore more and continue their research into her sexual desires. No need to rush.

What would happen after the weekend was up? She held out hope that they could continue their easy rhythm but no confirmation had been given to her. Except for the one day he had taken her to work, met up with her during her break, and then brought her back home, Harry hadn't told her what his plans were for after the fact.

"What's got you worried now?" he said askingly, interrupting her train of thought.

"What are your plans for after this weekend?" Hermione responded with a question of her own.

"To play things by ear."

The way he responded was so calm, so collected, so…unlike anything she was feeling. For a man who always had a plan, it seemed like, the fact that he didn't have one after this weekend was startling. How could he just meander through their relationship by just 'playing it by ear'?

"How can you just do that?" Hermione questioned disbelievingly after she turned to face him.

His face told her the answer was as simple as pie. He looked completely unbothered and confident when he said, "Easy. You're mine, I'm yours, and I've already said I'm going to stay around here. Because I know all of those things, I can just wait for tomorrow and every other day to come because nothing will change."

"B—But…" Hermione opened and closed her mouth like a fish at his admittedly logical answer. 

For all they had in common, there were some differences between them. This was one of them. She needed her days to be planned out in rigorous fashion down to the last spare minute. Harry didn't need that. All he needed to know was that he had her and that he had chosen to stay around the city for her. Whatever happened next for him would be dealt with when it happened.

"So what does that mean for us?" Hermione chose to ask once her dismay wore off.

"Unless something changes during the day, I'll still drop you to work and pick you up at night. I'll try to make it for dinner as well when I can," he assured easily. 

Just the utter confidence in his voice was enough to make her feel much better about their relationship. There was not a trace of doubt in his voice when he spoke. Like he believed those words through and through. Hermione guessed she would have to believe them too. How couldn't she, after all?

They were officially a couple after today. They had a routine planned out for the most part, they shared deeply personal things with each other and connected on a deeper level than just sex, and they still had mind blowing sex. As it stood, they were now fully boyfriend and girlfriend.

With a darker side when it came to what they did in their private life.

Chapter 8: Provoked and PunishedSummary:Hermione and Harry continue to learn more about each other. She continues to explore her newfound sexual desires and wonders how far Harry can take her into his world. Eventually, she provokes him to answer that question.

"So, what do you do for work?" Hermione asked Harry over dinner.

They had decided to head out for a simple meal at some nearby chicken shop for their dinner and 'first date'. It was so blissfully simple, mundane, and normal. Hermione liked to think it was good to have a bit of normalcy after their escapades over the last couple of days and nights. 

Just two young people who were in a relationship with a unique dynamic when it came to sex having dinner at a hole in the wall chicken shop. That didn't sound too long, right? She probably didn't have to include that part about their private life in that statement but whatever. The idea was still valid. They were perfectly normal even if their…private…life wasn't.

So lost as she was in her thoughts, Hermione didn't notice when Harry fidgeted and looked askance at her before catching himself and pulling his guard back up. All she saw was him shaking his head with a wry smile on his face.

"My crew and I, we're couriers. We deliver stuff," he replied with seemingly practiced ease.

"What kind of stuff?" Hermione pressed.

Harry again shook his head at her but did not look nervous at all to tell her about his occupation. He did look around to make sure no one was around before he leaned over the table and said, "We provide delivery services and protection for certain businesses in…rougher…areas."

A security service then. Hermione wondered what was the big deal. Their whole operation couldn't be illegal because it was a known fact that companies often hired people with the express purpose of having them be delivery drivers. It was a way to help with convenience and safety. The girl wondered why her boyfriend suddenly looked so hyper aware of his surroundings.

"Is that illegal then? Or is it that you shouldn't be doing something like that?" Hermione felt the need to ask as her curiosity again took over her mind.

"Not exactly, it's just that," he took one of her hands in his own and all of a sudden, it was clear that his job was serious enough to concern her, "we have to deal with some rough crowds."

"Rough crowds?" Her mouth was working without permission from her mind.

"Bad people. Criminals, gangsters, the lot." She didn't know what to think of that revelation. Harry was involved with criminals. Not exactly. He was around criminals in his day to day job. That was concerning but it also was problematic. If his delivery job involved him escorting things through terrible areas and rough crowds, then what was he delivering?

"What kind of things do you deliver?" This time, her head was working just fine and beckoned her to voice her concerns.

"Things that people need." His response was flat and unbothered. It told her that he would not be answering more questions no matter how much she asked. He did end up speaking again, however. "That's what I do when I'm with them. It pays well but I don't need to worry about money."

Hermione's mind shifted to a new quandary. Her Biker Man had layers upon layers compared to her. He didn't need money which meant that he was well off. That could indicate that he was a trust fund kid, an owner of a business, or an investor. The possibilities were endless. What was she doing? The answer to her quandary was right in front of her.

"You're well off?" She probed.

"Something like that," he nearly snatched up her focus when he swept a hand through those messy black locks of his, "tell me, have you heard of Orion Industries?"

She had. Orion was a multinational company that focused specifically on manufacturing equipment and tools for all sorts of industries such as shipbuilding, aerospace, and more. And just recently, they had fallen into her good favour by getting ahead of the curve and turning themselves into a 'green company'. That was a company who aimed to reduce their harm to the environment.

The big question now, though, was how Harry was involved in all of this? Once again, the answer lay right in front of her.

"I have but what does this have to do with you?" She replied quickly, eager to get to the bottom of her problem.

"My godfather owned Orion." The way he just dropped that bombshell on her completely ignored the fact that his confession was world shaking. How could he be so nonchalant about something like that?

Sirius Black was Harry Potter's godfather. The man whose death triggered a day of mourning in London was the same man who was killed by a bad man as her Biker Man had told her. He was the man who introduced her boyfriend to motorcycles. She was fucking the godson of the owner of Orion Industries. 

"Y—You…g—godson? M—Mister Black?" Her voice stopped and started as the weight of the revelation crashed over and pulled her under.

"Yup. He left me a lot of money and before you ask why I'm not involved with Orion, it's not my style." The calmness radiating off of him started to grate on her nerves. Then again, he thought himself a normal bloke who just happened to be in a relationship with her.

But Hermione was, again, fucking the godson of the deceased owner of Orion Industries. What had her life turned to? Her Biker Man wasn't just a biker man. No, wait. She had to backtrack. Nothing had really changed in Harry now that she knew about his family. He was still the same person.

No wonder he was rich. The signs were all there. His clothes always looked perfectly tailored. That motorcycle of his was no doubt expensive as well. She hadn't thought about that since she met him but he wasn't keeping his wealth a secret. Even the tattoo on his hip was marvelously detailed and brilliant. WOW. Her boyfriend was rich. Not that it mattered to her.

"Is that why your parents disapprove of your lifestyle choices?" Hermione prodded when another thought rocketed to the front of her mind. He had told her that being part of Orion was not his style and it could have meant that he was going against his parents' wishes by refusing to work for the company.

"No. They disapprove of it because they wanted me to be a barrister." A whisper of anger and bitterness flashed through his eyes like green lightning but disappeared as quickly as it came. The warning was there, though. Don't ask about his parents.

"If you're so well off, why become a biker and courier then? You don't need the money and I can't imagine that you're that much of a thrill seeker." She hoped the question wasn't too much of an imposition for him. To comfort him, she clasped his hand again and stroked the knuckles of it while meeting his gaze with her own soft eyes.

"Nah, it's not about the thrill. My godfather and uncle ran their motorcycle club along with my dad. It's about the legacy of it all. I run it now in their place," Harry answered in a voice that showed he wasn't bothered by her prodding of him.

Sirius Black had a motorcycle club. Hah, the more she knew indeed. It wasn't any of her business what people did in their private life. Just like it wasn't anyone else's business who her boyfriend was. Harry wasn't as well known as Mister Black and hardly anyone knew of his relationship with the man. At least she wouldn't have to worry about the media or papers talking about their relationship.

Curiosity was the word of the day for her because the feeling it represented was well known for her over the course of her date with Biker Man. "What happened to your uncle and dad?"

"They were never the same after Sirius…passed…and abandoned it because it was too hard for them. They wanted to disband it but I wanted to keep it going for him. So, here we are," a patient and gentle Harry answered her before waving his hand over himself as if to drive the point home.

Everything was back to normal for Hermione after that. Nothing had changed after the admittedly ridiculous admission that her boyfriend was the godson of Sirius Black. Him being rich hadn't changed the fact that he was the same biker man she knew and started a relationship with. His occupation, while concerning, had no effect on her relationship with him. He wasn't doing anything illegal, she thought, while he worked for his motorcycle club.

The fact that he had money was a non factor for her but it did ease her concerns about how he lived and afforded his lifestyle. A part of her wanted to be peeved at the fact that he didn't have to work like she did to be well off but that was the way the cards were dealt and Harry had nothing to do with the fact that his godfather loved him so much that he would leave him a great deal of money after his death. 

Her grandparents had done the same for her. They weren't as rich as Sirius Black but they were well off and they left her money like he did to Harry. That same money allowed her to own and run her own business while living a comfortable life. She and her Biker Man were lucky. And they appreciated that luck.

"Having second thoughts about me now that you know I'm kind of the godson of a rich and famous man?" He teased when she hadn't spoken up again after a long while.

His question was met with a reflexive answer. "Hardly, I was just thinking of how lucky we are to have people who left money for us."

That pulled a little laugh from him and the easiness of their conversation and whole relationship returned just like that. He told her afterward, "Yeah, I know I'm lucky and I appreciate it every single day. Trust me. I'm not your run of the mill trust fund brat."

"You definitely aren't." As she said that, her thoughts went back to everything Harry had done to her and his overall attitude. Trust fund brat was too insulting of a title for him. He was anything but. "You are something else."

"I'm just a Biker Man, kitten."

 ———

By the time they had returned to her flat after their date, Harry was still feeling the effects of his multiple sessions of sex with Hermione. Now it was coupled with the after effects of eating himself full and he was virtually dead on his feet. He collapsed onto her sofa and she followed him, plopping down onto his lap and curling up.

She didn't know it, but that motion relieved him of his worries about her. He hadn't wanted to tell her about his godfather because of how his last two exes reacted to that information but Hermione's opinion of him remained unchanged. She still wanted him for him and the money was no issue. Though, that was probably because she genuinely enjoyed her work and her bookshop to be interested in making him her 'sugar daddy'.

He was fine with that. All Harry wanted was a normal relationship with room for him to let his desire for control and dominance run wild. Hermione gave that to him. She was his. He could do whatever he wanted with her in their private life as long as she gave him the consent to do so and they remained a normal couple outside of it.

His wealth meant nothing to her. He was normal to her. That was fucking great. She didn't judge him like so many others did for being lucky the way he was and it meant everything to him. It wasn't like he was lazy with his luck either. Harry firmly held the notion that one could make their own luck. The money Sirius had left him wasn't just sitting in multiple accounts waiting for him to spend it.

Of the things he did with his life, learning to invest and consolidate his money was the key to him continuing to live the lifestyle he wanted. He had been gifted a huge sum but by no means was he not going to try to turn that huge sum into a fortune. In another life, he probably could have been a person in finance given his acumen for the field. With a little more teaching and practice, he could have been up there with the best financial players.

That wasn't his destiny, though. Just like being a barrister wasn't. His father was a detective inspector and his mother was a Professor of Law. They were buried up to their necks in the field and it was no surprise they wanted him to end up like them. Too bad it wasn't what he wanted. 

Before Sirius died, Harry had wanted to become something far more simple but nonetheless lucrative in its own right. He had wanted to play football and was actually quite good at the sport, if he could say so himself in a moment of confidence. That ended up not being for him as well. It turned out that running his godfather's motorcycle club was enough for him. That, and trying to see how to turn his money into more money.

A simple life was all he was in search of and it seemed like he had found it. 

Hermione interrupted his thoughts with a slight giggle to herself. Harry bent his head down to ask her, "What's so funny?"

"It took me three days to find out what you did for work and how you have the money to afford everything you have," she joked.

Pinching her bum just because he could, he nuzzled into her neck and left quick snappy bites all over the curve of her neck. "We were kind of busy," he teased her while letting his hands roam all over her body.

"Ohhhh…I thought you said we needed a break." Her voice was breathy, almost a whisper had it not been for him being close enough to hear it loud and clear.

His body needed the break. His mind, not so much. The brain in his head was filled with thoughts and designs of taking his kitten again until they could do nothing but lie in her bed with their limbs tangled up together until he grew ready to take her once more. He was like a fish caught on a hook. She had reeled him in. Hook, line, and sinker.

"I have a terrible addiction, Hermione," Harry began, sounding grave to get her attention fully on him.

"What?" She rounded on him and took both of his cheeks in her hands with pure worry etched across her features.

"It's terrible. My body knows I can't have it but my mind still keeps craving it," he continued with a plan in mind.

"What is it? I can help you. Addiction is not unbeatable, you know?" His kitten worriedly told him before inspecting him for any signs of pain or fatigue. All women probably had the motherly instinct in them because he didn't know how in the world she transformed into a nurse at the snap of a finger.

It was funny, though. She was going to be rightly miffed when the punchline came. "I think this addiction is unbeatable, kitten."

"Well, what is it?" Hermione kept pressing.

"You." A moment passed before the word fully registered and he got exactly what he was looking for. His princess huffed at him and made to leave his lap only for him to hold her in place with an impish expression on his face. 

"Don't do that. You had me worried, Harry." If riling her up made her look this sexy, he would have to make a point to keep doing it. Bratty and pissy Hermione were his favourite versions of her. She didn't need to know that, however. "I thought you were being serious."

"I am serious, kitten. I'm addicted. Hooked. Whipped. Whatever you call a guy that can't get enough of his woman." Harry slid his arms over her hips and rubbed his nose into her skin after dropping quick kisses all over her chest. 

"You are too much," she whined halfheartedly. He could hear her smile through her voice and kept on running his lips across every uncovered piece of creamy skin he could reach. Every part of her tasted so bloody good.

"See, I have a problem. I'm so tired but all I want to do is take you back to bed and have my way with you," he whispered into her chest as he laid his head against her pillowy breasts.

"We have tomorrow for that. You were right, we do need a break. Besides, I have plans for tomorrow," Hermione finished sultrily, sparking up his intrigue.

Plans? Consider him very interested. Harry lifted his head to meet his lover's eyes and did nothing to hide his piqued enthusiasm. It was an open secret between them both that his kitten had an imaginative mind of her own. Whatever she could cook up for them to do was surely going to be satisfying for them both. He couldn't wait to see that.

"What plans?" Like his expression, his voice made no attempt to hide his eagerness.

"I think I want to make use of that blindfold in your bag." 

She went snooping in his stuff. A punishable offence. And she definitely knew it. Harry was right. Hermione's mind was on level with his in terms of imagination when it came to sex. His kitten knew her actions would get her punished and telling him now after they had agreed to take a break would put him on the edge until his body was ready to go again. Sneaky little minx.

His hand went back to a familiar place, sliding over her neck to force her gaze toward him. "You've been a sneaky kitten. A bad kitten. You still haven't learned."

"Make me learn," was all she said in return. 

Oh, he was going to enjoy teaching her. With every passing session, she was wanting to learn more about his world. Her curious nature had extended beyond her bookish knowledge as well as her desire to know more about him. His punishments were serving their functions. Teaching her a lesson and bringing her deeper into the world of BDSM. It was meant to test what were her limits and, from what he was seeing, he hadn't even scratched the surface. 

"I hope you're this bold tomorrow." The warning slithered out of his mouth and sent a chill over her. As she shivered from his words, Harry took the chance to spank her and run his thumb over her bottom lip. 

"What are you going to do?" Lust had overtaken her completely now and her eyes had turned nearly black.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He slyly laughed and brought his hand down again on her rear. Another one of his hands pulled the sleeves of her dress down to bare her breasts to him. "Still so beautiful," his lips pulled a nipple into his mouth before letting it go all too fast, "I'm going to enjoy seeing how much you can take."

"I can take it. I know you haven't gone all the way with me yet and I want you to," said Hermione after her arms interlocked around his neck.

"How do you know that?" asked Harry, surprised. This was her first foray into the world of BDSM and she shouldn't have known that what he had done was the tip of the iceberg. 

"Books." Curious little thing, she was. He should have figured her ever inquisitive mind would do her research on his world. The funny thing was, though, that she hadn't had a chance to read any books while he was with her. "There are certain…err…stories that I have read that have this kind of thing."

Smutty novels. Hah. Of course. Another thing he should have expected. For a girl who read and loved as many books as she did, it wasn't out of the ordinary for her to read one of those cheesy romance novels his mum used to love. 'Romance novel' was a bit of a stretch to name those things anyway. More like pornography in a book.

No wonder the damn girl was so wanton. She wanted him to reenact some of the scenes from her books. The same books she probably touched herself to at night when it was only her. Those nights were over now. Only he could get to touch her and bring her release.

"Tell me, Hermione, do you wish you were those girls in your books?" He asked, knowing the answer already but wanting to hear the confession from his not so innocent kitten.

"I don't need to anymore." Cheeky. Very cheeky, 

Harry took her chin, tucking it under his thumb, and smirked at her. The key to her fantasies, was he? Poor Hermione must have been reading her books nightly while wondering if sex even could be like what was shown in her books. Now, he had arrived and showed her how true some of her books could be. Not all of them, though. 

Although he wished he hadn't, Harry had been familiar with a few of those books. Until he had sex for himself and then lost himself in the world of BDSM, he hadn't realized how inaccurate they were. Back to the topic at hand, however. He was going to tease his princess about her reading habits.

"Is that why you're so eager to be punished?" He shifted her closer to him and rested her atop his jogger clad erection. After how many times they fucked, it was a miracle the damn thing rose to attention so quickly and pulsed with need. "Is that why you want me to go all the way with you? So I can fuck you like your book boyfriends?"

Instead of using her voice, she nodded because of the sheepishness that hit her after being found out. Big mistake. And she recognized that fact right after but only grew more aroused knowing her punishment was going to be more intense. He hadn't met nor heard of a girl like his kitten. One who loved punishment as much as she did.

"You're greedy for punishment, aren't you? You love being at my mercy so I can do whatever I wish to this body, hmm?" Harry barraged her with the two questions while giving her no chance to answer as squeezed her throat lightly and dug his fingers into her arse.

"Yes, Harry." Her voice, though showing how ridiculously aroused she was, had no traces of deceit. 

Curse his mortal body for needing respite. If the damn thing would let him, Hermione would be strapped down to her bed while blindfolded as he fucked the hell out of her and turned her into a senseless puddle of lust and sex. Fuck. He had to remind himself that she was just as exhausted and sore as he was too. No way was he going to push her for another session.

As it stood now, tomorrow couldn't come soon enough. Whatever fantasy Hermione wanted, he would do his best to act out for her. Roleplay wasn't new to him but he hadn't personally done it or involved himself with it. The people he knew, however, did have some experience with it. 

Weariness crept up on them soon after and Harry carried her back to her bedroom. He went to excuse himself as she changed into her sleepwear but Hermione held him back to tease him. "It's nothing you haven't seen already." She pulled her dress down to reveal her flat tummy before sliding it off her legs, leaving her completely topless.

"You get more beautiful each time I see you." Everything about his kitten was something out of a painting. Those who claimed to know beauty had seen nothing like her. And they never would. 

Next were her jeans and she turned around to bend over while wiggling them off. A cross between a needy whine and animalistic chuff left him when he saw her peach shaped arse and the soaked nether lips resting between her thighs. Damn. Kitten was so much braver now. She was comfortable around him. More than anything, that made Harry pat himself on the back.

Dom/sub relationships were just like regular relationships in that they were built on trust and comfort with one's partner. The trust part, however, was the big thing in those types of relationships. A submissive needed to know that her dominant had them completely safe and secure. That their dom would never cause harm to their mental or physical state without express consent.

He knew he had Hermione's trust but it was her newfound comfort and confidence around him that really made him feel something unfamiliar but not at all unpleasant. She held nothing back from him and kept nothing hidden. Nothing about her desires, her plans, or her past. His kitten felt like she could tell him anything and ask him anything.

Whatever this new feeling in his heart was, it was nice. It was really pleasant. He hoped it would continue to intensify as he spent more time with his kitten. Soon after he finished his reverie, Harry slid into bed next to Hermione after stripping his clothes off and let her curl up into his side.

The more he thought about it, he realized that this was the first time they were of sound mind when they decided to sleep together. Alright, that sounded terrible. What he meant was that this was the first time they shared the same bed without sex preceding or following it. It was a conscious decision on their part to sleep in the same bed without sex. 

Did that mean as much as he thought it did?

It was intimate, right? Fucking hell, he hated to bring up his exes but it was not like this with them. It was either sex before or after they fell into bed. If no sex was had, they did nothing intimate. At the time, he thought that was normal for BDSM relationships and accepted it but it wasn't until he saw others that he realized he was wrong.

"You think too much," murmured Hermione.

"You don't find this…different?" Harry said searchingly, his confidence having evaporated.

"No, you're warm and it's cold. You make a good space heater so I'm sleeping next to you." To emphasize that point, she slid more into his body and threw a leg over him. Her words were joking but it kind of stung him a little to know that she didn't think anything was different with their current situation. "It's not different, it's normal. We're a couple now."

"I thought I was good at reading people." He walked his fingers over the curve of her hipbone and silently marveled at how easily she picked up on his thoughts.

"I'm good at reading you," she corrected.

They were a couple now like she said. Sleeping together non-sexually was a new normal. It was just something that couples happened to do. Harry never used to think so much about his actions before. There were things he did and he never questioned them. He just did them. Hermione was filling him with a whole different type of attitude.

Inspecting everything he now did with her seemed to be the way he would operate for the foreseeable future. Perhaps it was because he didn't want to mess things up with her or maybe it was because he didn't want to unknowingly hurt her, but Harry genuinely didn't know why he became so introspective. Nothing bad had come of it so far so it was looking like his new behaviour was of no consequence.

By the time he had decided to stop thinking too much so he could doze off, Hermione was already sound asleep against his chest looking like she was right where she belonged. That unfamiliar feeling in his chest was not going to be that way for much longer. Doing the normal things with her seemed to bring the feeling on and it was happening much more frequently. What was once unfamiliar was becoming familiar.

 ———

Hermione woke up feeling better than she had in ages. Her pillow was a bit on the harder side but was warm to the touch. A blanket had been pulled over her as well but some other type of heat was wrapping her body up and bringing wonderful comfort. As her senses returned to her once the sleep faded away, her pillow started moving.

Startled, she looked back to find Harry sleeping peacefully. How stupid was she? Of course, he had fallen asleep with her. And she wasn't lying last night either. Bloke really was a space heater. Sleeping with him, not that kind of sleeping with him, was wholly amazing. And she felt safe, warm, and at peace. 

At the barest hint of movement from her, he started to stir. Must have been a light sleeper. Hermione would never get tired of seeing those verdant eyes staring at her, especially when they were half asleep and were still showing affection for her. He'd just woken up and was already happy because she was with him.

"How'd you sleep?" Hermione was nearly bouncing off the walls with hyperactive joy as she watched her lover.

"Better than I have in ages," he said.

"I guess sleeping together without having sex is far better," she bantered with him.

"Maybe, but I don't think I can make a habit of that." His eyes darkened for a split second as his lips twitched upwards in his trademarked smirk.

"Of course, you can't." She shook her head resignedly but still returned his smile. A moment later, she was on her back with him hovering over, her wrists pinned to the side of her head. When he leaned down so their breaths coalesced, she spoke. "Starting early?"

"No talking," whispered Harry before burying his head into her neck to let the coarse hairs of his stubble agitate her skin.

Sleeping next to him and having his body wrapped around her protectively was nice. Having him on top of her and feeling his body press down on her as his hardness brushed against her was a whole different beast. In no time, Hermione was already wet and ready.

Wet and ready. That was how she'd been since the night she met Harry. Had she not known herself and her habits, the girl would have thought herself to be a sex addict with how easily she could turn randy. But, she was no such addict.

What she was addicted to was Harry. Because it was only him who knew her body and knew what drove her crazy. Sex with anyone else just wouldn't be as good or as addicting.

She was ready to take the plunge and begin another session with him but the prat pulled back to end their foreplay before standing up altogether. What was he on about? Was he still feeling sore? Urghhh.

"Not just yet, kitten. I still have to punish you." So that was what this was about. Curse his good memory.

He didn't even bat an eye at her complaints as he ambled away to her bathroom after the fact. Even though she was treated to the sight of his rippling back muscles and the shape of his firm behind, Hermione was too bothered by his blatant disregard of her needy state to appreciate it.

The last thought in her head before she rose up off her bed was that he wouldn't get away with teasing her so easily. Two could play in that game. If he wanted to play, she'd play. She walked, stripping her nightgown off, and stepped into the bathroom completely naked to see him brushing his teeth in only his boxers.

At least he practiced good dental hygiene. Her parents would approve of that at least. As for him being a biker and not having a steady job despite being rich, they would have their doubts. Luckily, they didn't have to know until she and Harry were ready to cross that bridge.

Filing that thought away for a later date, Hermione marched over to the form of her lover and took him in a hug from behind before pinching his smooth skin between her canines. He showed no signs of being surprised by her but ended up tensing when a sneaky hand dipped over his abs and into his underpants.

"Don't play, kitten," he warned, wiping his face and then taking a rough grip on her hand.

"I'm hungry and you're the first course," said Hermione and then sliding her free hand down to find his length once more.

"Bad girls don't get nice things." His resolve was still strong but the girl knew she could whittle it down in time. For now, though, she would make it seem like she gave up.

As Harry finished up and headed off to her shower, Hermione took care of her teeth and planned out her assault. What was going to happen after she was done was no concern to her. Nothing Harry could do to her for punishment would ever make her uncomfortable. She wanted to see how imaginative he could be when his limits were met.

And Hermione was going to push him to those limits.

Like a predator, she prowled over to him in the shower but stopped to admire the rivulets of water that rolled down his skin as he leaned forward against the wall. The man was sexy and showed it off so perfectly and unintentionally. 

Heated amber eyes trailed over every little curve and contour of his body, eventually landing at his waist where his cock stood up proudly. Brilliant. Her prize was already needy for her touch. Even better, he hadn't made a move to address it.

There was not a doubt in her mind that he knew she was fucking him with her eyes. He knew everything. Had a plan for everything. Nothing could slip by him. That was why she kept acting like a brat. He would always notice and her punishment would come swiftly after the fact.

No more time needed to be wasted admiring him. Why just watch when she could feel? Feel his cock in her hand, feel the heat radiating off of him, and have his body rubbing against hers. 

Lukewarm water bathed her skin as she stepped inside the tub and under the pulsing jets of her shower. She preferred scalding water and no sooner had she stepped in than he switched the temperature to her liking. That small and minute action made her heart grow dove's wings.

But, her plan still needed to be met. Hermione once again pressed herself into his back to let her breasts run over his wet skin. "What are you up to?" He asked her as she started nibbling on him again.

"Nothing," said Hermione wickedly while taking hold of his slippery member and squeezing it just enough to draw a hiss from him.

"I told you not to play with me, kitten," warned Harry, his voice just as hard as the length in her hand. That thought made her giggle to herself.

"I'm taking care of your problem." The words barely left her mouth before she began pulling on his erection, stroking it into more hardness and winding him up.

Bloke was actually a snake. The hissing sounds leaving his mouth gave her no reason to think otherwise. Her hand worked over him, tugging on his cock while thumbing the head and mopping up the bead of precum that slipped out.

"Fuck, Hermione."

Soon, she replied mentally. First, however, she had to play with him. Slick hand twisted over his shaft and slid along the smooth velvety skin. The thing pulsed in her grip, almost vibrating with the need for relief. Her pace took off and she jerked him off faster. 

"Yessss, kitten. Good girl," he praised. His voice was not his own. More guttural and beastial than anything. She was going to have to explore her potential beastiality kink with him.

Controlled groans and husks of her nickname left his mouth as she stroked him languidly. Her pace changed every so often. She would move fast at some parts before slowing down when she felt his cock stiffen up more than it already was.

Each time she changed her pace, Harry would fail to keep the needy whine in his throat. It was time for the finish, or lack thereof, she thought evilly. Tiny hand moved around his hardness slowly at first before moving faster. Her alternate hand slipped around and down to his balls.

"Damn." He had thrown his head back as he said the word through gritted teeth. She fondled him delicately while jerking him until he was at the edge. As soon as he was about to fall over, she pulled back. "What?" The disbelief in his voice had her almost giggling.

When he spun around to face her while she painted and innocent look on her face, Hermione felt her folds quiver as a droplet of her slick seeped out of her. He was a sight of all sights. His broad chest that was smattered with just a bit of hair and glistening with the sheen of water on it heaved as he drew in sharp breaths.

Nostrils flared. Emerald eyes turned completely black. His lips were turned down in a frown and she knew he was clenching his jaw with frustration. Ha. Not so fun when it was her playing the game, was it? Making a show of ignoring him, she went to run her hands through her hair to let the water soak into her curls. 

Harry was having none of that. The sound of wet skin clashing echoed through the bathroom when his large hand found its place behind her neck and forcefully wrenched her head up to look at him. A new desire of hers uncorked itself. She was enjoying him manhandling her.

"I told you not to play with me, kitten," the skin on her neck started to be branded by his insistent clasp on it, "now you've gone and provoked me." 

Yes, she did. What was he going to do about it? The girl kept that question to herself because her rope was wearing thin as it was. She was walking on the thinnest of ice and any wrong move could see him following through on his previous threat to leave her wanting.

Oxygen promptly departed the room when his hand slid around to curl around her throat. If he so wanted to, he could lift her off her feet with ease. It was a reminder of just how big and strong he was. Disturbing as it was, Hermione was turned on by the fact that her lover could overpower her but chose not to. 

"See, Hermione, when you're so used to taking everything you want or having it given to you freely, it's hard to standby and let someone deny you." He backed her into the wall, hand becoming more tight around her neck but letting some slivers of air pass through into her lungs. "And I told you the first night that I don't just have sex, I take. I take what I want…"

"…you talk too much," she cut him off raspingly.

There was a look of 'did you really just say that to me?' in his now furious eyes. Forget about walking a tightrope, Hermione was walking on a string. The thrill of it sent shivers right down to her center and made her nipples stiffen up almost painfully.

Then, the scariest thing thus far happened. All of Harry's anger disappeared and his lips formed a little lopsided smile. That would have been charming by itself but the promise in his eyes and the feeling of sudden coldness that came from him let her know that she was arse deep in trouble. 

"Such a witty mouth," he whispered, trailing his thumb over her lips again and pushing past them into her mouth. While he did that, the other set of fingers found her yearning and slid inside. She was soaked and it wasn't from the water. "Such a wet pussy."

A stolen moan escaped her when he lightly thrusted into her and began fucking her with his expert fingers. His thumb, still in her mouth, encouraged her tongue to wrap around it while she sucked it.

"If you wanted me to fuck you until you couldn't think anymore, all you had to do was ask." 

Their lips were now inches apart and his tongue darted out lick hers. He was right, if she wanted him to fuck her hard, he would at her asking. But where was the fun in that? She was wondering, though, would he actually punish her now by doing just that? She hoped he did. Needed him to do it.

Her hopes were gone at the next words out of his mouth. He bloody knew what she was thinking! "But you've been a bad little kitten. Why should bad girls get good things?"

Ohhhh, he was going to make her boil over with need. Yes, she could have not provoked him but that wasn't fun. The consequences of her behaviour didn't need to be felt, though. Nothing she did would change his mind, not even the needy whimper that came from her when he withdrew his thumb and fingers.

Hermione was losing it. Her patience was at an end. She needed Harry and needed him now. "Fuck me, Harry."

"Go dry yourself off and get the blindfold and ropes. Don't put any clothes on." The command spurred her into action and she slipped out of the shower to obey without question but not before he dropped a hard slap onto her bum. "I'm going to teach you to be careful with what you wish for."

Like she could ever be taught that. What she wished for was him punishing her and fucking her into insensate pleasure. She had gotten what she wanted and was going to enjoy it a whole lot. Cake, she had it. Was she going to eat it too? Hell yes.

Nearly skipping back to the coatrack near the door to her flat, Hermione didn't care that she was completely nude as she retrieved Harry's 'tools' from his bag. Excitement and anticipation for their next session were running rampant through her. Whatever he would do to her, she wanted it.

"On the bed, spread eagle on your back," came Harry's cold voice as soon as she stepped back into the room. She did as was told after handing him his tools. 

This time she knew he wasn't going to be gentle with her because his ropes were tightened around her wrists and ankles to leave marks on her. Another secret of hers was that she loved it rough. Was it a secret anymore given the last couple of days? Probably not.

The main event was him placing the blindfold on her and she was not disappointed. All of the world disappeared behind the black cloth and the rest of Hermione's senses raised their intensity to cope with the lack of vision. Everything felt like it was kicked up to an eleven.

Touch. Smell. Sound. She had never felt them be so intense and strong before. Every little thing in the room was noticed by her other senses with the one man in front of her occupying most of her attention. Harry's distinct scent even after he finished showering as well as his light breathing were clear as day to her.

And then it disappeared. He had left the room, the sound of his footsteps playing like a concert to her. All of a sudden, panic filled Hermione. His punishment seemed to be to leave her tied up and blindfolded. That was cruel and she began to let her mind go wild with worry.

"Harry?" she called in a slight yell so he could hear her wherever he was.

"No talking, kitten. I'll be right back." 

Because her hearing was now overcharged thanks to the loss of sight, she heard the promise in his voice ever clearer. He had something else planned for her. Familiar feelings of fear and desire were within her heart again as she mused on what he was going to do to her.

Whatever it was, it was surely going to be pleasurable.