Chapter 2289 - Ch: 9-10

Chapter 9: Caliginous Pleasure

Chapter TextHarry was operating on will, the will to destroy Hermione's senses. Her little antics in the shower and her witty remarks would be her downfall. When he was done with her, there would be nothing left of her. She wanted to know how destructive sex could be and he was damn well going to teach her.

After he had left her tied down to her bed and blindfolded, he had returned to her refrigerator to find some ice cubes. One of the things he wanted to teach her was just how cruelly sensitive her senses could be. He stored the ice cubes in a bowl before searching her flat for another tool. 

Candles. He had decided not to bring some of his own after he had seen that she had some in her sitting room and now they were going to serve him well. He retrieved one of them and strode back to her room with a purpose. A purpose to destroy his kitten.

He could tell the immediate moment she picked up on his presence and it was bloody fuel to the fire knowing that she was well attuned to his scent and the sound of his footsteps. Relief washed over her and she sank into her bed to wait for him. He had a few things to say before he got started ruining her again.

"What happens to bad girls, kitten?" Harry prompted as he pulled up a chair to sit.

"Bad girls get punished," answered Hermione eagerly. Too eagerly. Little minx was looking forward to her punishment.

"Yes, they do. And bad girls need to learn. You've provoked me too much." He stared at her, admiring the curve of her breasts and then dropping down to her cunt. Drenched and pulsating. Her nipples were hardened and staring at the ceiling. "I told you not to play with me."

"What are you going to do about it?" She replied, defiant as ever.

"Many things, sweet kitten. Many things." The promise flowed over her like cold water to send her into a full body shiver.

Leaving the bowl of ice and candles in his seat, Harry removed his boxers and slithered over her body at warp speed. His hardness was trapped between their bellies as he took her chin in a desperate grip. Then he started rolling his hips to let her feel every thick inch of his cock against her stomach.

"I'm going to do whatever I want to this beautiful body and you're going to take it like a good girl." Like he loved doing, he choked her and pulled her ear between his teeth. Whatever sounds she made was lost to him in the cloud of lust that overtook his being.

The control and knowledge that he could do whatever he wanted to her sent all of his blood beelining to his cock. It got to the point that he felt like he was going to fucking explode and that there wasn't enough time in the world for him to be satisfied with punishing her. Fuck it, though. He was going to make good use of the time he had.

She was alone on the bed again when he went to retrieve the ice cubes. They had started to melt but still remained solid enough for his plans. He took one of them in hand and sucked another into his mouth before falling over his kitten again. She had no idea what was coming. Perfect.

Her breast was his first target. Harry bent his mouth to her, using his tongue to push the cube just a little bit out, and sealed it over her nipple. The reaction was immediate. Hermione bucked and arched against him as the cold snap hit her. 

Soon, she was panting and trying to breathe through the cold wrecking her sensitive peak. He gave her no respite as he swirled the ice over her and walked it across her chest to her other breast. The chilled water from it melting slid down over her skin after the fact.

"Aahh…ahhh…ohhh." Kitten's voice was breathless as the sounds of her gasping for air played like a symphony.

Once he was done playing with her breasts, he moved up to her lips with the cube still in his mouth. It left a wet path up her breastbone as he moved. All the while, Hermione kept pushing her front up into him and panting like she was exhausted.

Their lips met and he guided the chilly cube over hers as the water slid over her cheeks down to her jaw. When it was almost fully melted, he swallowed it and then sealed his mouth over hers in a fiery kiss. Insistent and demanding, Harry tried to kiss Hermione into submission and wrench what little air she had left from her lungs.

But he wasn't done. He was actually just getting started. And if her reaction was any indication, by the time he was done, she was going to be senseless. Reaching for another cube, Harry took it into his mouth again and rubbed it against her chin before sliding down his way her body slowly.

"Uhhhh…ooohhhh." Hermione was a mess of moans and shivers. He loved it. She was going to learn her lesson today. Another trail of cold water drew a line down her torso as he reached her midriff right above her gushing pussy.

Hermione tried to hyperventilate and take as much air as she could for what she knew was coming next. There was a pause while he moved the ice over the area right above her center and it was to make her go mad with anticipation. He wanted to shock her, give her no chance to prepare.

When it looked like she was losing herself in the feeling of the cold against her midriff, Harry dove into her pussy and crashed the cube against her folds. He drew circles with it and covered each sensitive inch of his favourite delicacy. The ropes strained and the bed shook from her thrashing around as she screeched out her pleasure.

"HARRYYYYY." That only made him want to smirk but he didn't stop, instead pressing more of the ice into her folds before moving it up to her clit. If her screech was loud before, it was bloody enough to wake the dead when he found the bundle of nerves.

His assault began in earnest. One hand found her breast and rolled a nipple between his fingers, and his mouth shoved the ice cube against her clit. He did that until it melted and then began lapping up her juices as soon as his tongue was free.

Wrecked. So close to being destroyed. Harry smiled against Hermione's pussy before eating her out like a man possessed. The mixture of the melted ice as well as her flavourful juices tasted like sinful delight. 

Her voice was going to give out and there were surely going to be branding marks left from the ropes with the way she struggled against them and tried to evade his overwhelming assault.

This was what she wanted, right? Be careful what you wish for, indeed. Harry was all smiles against her core as he took a break from drinking up her slick. Hermione was all shuddered breaths and weak gasps while he gave her some respite.

"Please…Harry," she begged when his fingers ghosted over her slit and parted her folds again.

"No. You know your safe word. Use it if you feel like it," he told her firmly before parting her folds and sliding his tongue inside her.

How dare she?! She teased him, fucking played with him. Provoked him despite his express warning. And she wanted him to stop. 

Sexual fury fueled him as he mercilessly fucked her with his tongue and pressed down on her clit, giving her no chance to speak even if she wanted to say that bloody safe word.

Until he was satisfied, this wouldn't be over. She wanted him to go all the way and he was going to do so. Harry slid his tongue all over the inside of her pussy and pressed his lips to her folds to suck up her juices. He wasn't lying, he was addicted to her. Especially the way she tasted.

As soon as her instinctual movements to avoid him became too much, he held her down. That reminded her just how stronger than her he was. He had the fucking control. Not her. The need to punish her and show her that evolved into a great ball of fire in his chest.

"H—Ha—Har…." She never got to finish calling him because he tore another broken shriek from her as he removed his tongue and went up to suck on her clit, letting two of his fingers slip past her entrance. No mercy was given again when he pulled the bud between his lips and sucked harshly.

And as he was doing that, he kept a keen gaze on her. Watching her writhe as a torrent of mangled sounds burst out of her mouth never failed to make him more aroused. She couldn't see him but he watched her while trying to render her insane.

It was funny to him once he realized it. He hadn't cared how close she was and if she had finished. Eventually, though, her body tensed up and another earthshattering yell erupted from her as she finished over his mouth from him sucking on her clit and fucking her with his fingers.

Orgasm denial wasn't on the menu today, Harry mentally said to himself. The only way to drive her to destruction was to keep making her climax. Like he had done two nights ago, he was going to give her all she could handle. This time, however, he was going to make her use her safe word to finally get him to stop.

Pleasure could very well be pain. And he was about to show her how true that could be.

Some time to come back down from her high was given to Hermione as Harry retrieved the still burning candle. A sick and twisted smirk was on his face when he placed it between her legs, away from her pussy to let the heat from the flame fan her.

"What is that?" She cried out the question, almost sobbing.

As the hot air caressed her cunt, he simply stared at her struggling to come down from her high. It was only a matter of time before he was going to give her another orgasm. He didn't even speak and instead fanned the flame to lap at her center. 

Soon after, he blew the candle out loud enough for her to hear. The familiar smell of burning came over the room and she deduced what he had. Watching her stiffen up in anticipation while wondering what he had planned made Harry let out a low deep laugh.

"Be a good girl," was all he said as he fell over her. Making sure not to put too much of his weight on her, he sucked her into another passionate kiss and broke apart from it quickly. "Be careful what you wish for." The warning settled over and he poured a droplet of the melted wax from the candle right onto her breastbone.

The wax wasn't going to burn her but was still hot enough to shock her. Just what he was aiming for. Hermione's body bowed again and she fought to pull in another breath. 

He multitasked to give her a twofold assault. His fingers slid back to her pussy and massaged the folds as he dripped more of the hot wax onto her skin. This time, it landed right near her nipple and sent her body almost rocketing off the bed.

"Hot…it's hot," she complained in a whining voice. Harry soothed her by encasing the nipple in his mouth and almost sucking it dry. His tongue circled around the stiff peak before he started nibbling on it.

Her other breast needed attention and he supplied it right away with another drop of the wax. He wasn't done after that as he canter the candle over and let more of the now slightly cooler wax drop onto her body. Moving it all over each part of her chest and belly, Harry watched as she jolted and quaked each time the hot liquid splattered on her skin.

Affection filled him when he realized that she hadn't used her safe word thus far. It was no secret that he was putting her through some rough paces but she was taking it all like a good girl. Too bad she had defied him one too many times for him to even think of rewarding her. 

"What happens to bad girls?" Harry asked again, harsher.

"T—They…get p—punished," she whimpered as he trailed the raindrops of wax down her tummy and onto her waist.

His hand that had been near her pussy slapped it lightly. What looked like a bolt of electricity hit her as she nearly jumped off the bed and yelped. "Yes," another slap rained down on her, "they," one more slap crashed, "do."

Frustration filled him again once he remembered just how brazen this kitten had gotten with him. He sank three fingers into her and stretched her walls while she cried out to the heavens and rolled her hips away from his touch. 

"I'm sorry." What good were apologies when the deed was done?

"Too late for that now, kitten. I'm not done with you and you know what to say if you want me to stop." 

Say it, Hermione, I dare you, he told her in his head. Emerald eyes stared at her coldly, waiting for her mouth to open and her tongue to form that magic safe word that would end this. It never happened. All she did was suck in a breath and then nodded permissively.

"Good girl." She tried to smile but he didn't give her a chance. The wax dripped closer to her yearning and Harry got to work on his next move. He dipped his fingers to coat them in the substance. It wasn't nearly as hot as it was before but still good enough.

"AHHHH," Hermione shrilly howled when he pressed his covered fingers into her and rubbed them all over her entrance. 

"Be my good girl," he warned. Roughly digging his fingers into her slit, Harry made sure her pussy was touched by the hot wax and her body rolled like waves against it.

Again and again, he ducked his fingers into the liquid and then shoved them into her. When it was finally too cooled off to make no difference, he brutally fingered her and thumbed her clit in his haste to uncork another climax.

Release rattled through Hermione's body not long after and that sweet little pussy of hers clamped down on his fingers. The whole time, he watched her struggle to breathe as her body undulated frantically. Even after she came, he still finger fucked her and then curled them against her sweet spot.

Knowing that there was no escape for her was giving him a rare kind of pleasure. She couldn't resist his assault unless she said that word and he loved the control. His kitten would bend and break for him. Even give over her whole body to do with as he pleased until she decided he couldn't anymore.

A wave of affection filled his heart again. His princess was a brat, yes, but she also knew and enjoyed the world of sex he had introduced her to. It was by her behest that he was bringing her deeper into it. And that made him almost go soft on her and end her punishment. Almost.

"Safe word?" He inquired again just to make sure before he brought about his next play.

"No." Hmm. Defiant and stubborn. 

Removing his fingers from her, Harry positioned his cock right at her entrance and slid it over her to lubricate himself. After all of what he did to her, she still tried to buck into him and get his length inside her. Needy kitten. Wanton minx. But he was only teasing.

"Do you want this?" His voice was airy and light like a summer breeze. He rocked himself over her and let his length catch against her clit. "Use your words, babe," he told her when all he got from her was a needy whine.

"Please, Harry," pleaded Hermione like his cock was her salvation.

"Please what, kitten?" He mocked her, slapping his member against her entrance and listening to the wet sound of them meeting 

"Fuck me." When she put it like that, how could he not listen? But she wasn't in control. And bad girls didn't get good things.

"I think I want to fuck the attitude right of your mouth." He left no room for protest as he slid up her body and straddled her chest, making sure not to crush her with his weight. Her mouth fell open and the angle was just right with her head laying on her pillows for him to thrust inside.

Hot and wet sensations flowed over his cock and he gripped the top of her head to hold himself up. All so he could fuck her mouth like he so often did to her pussy. She was gagging with him and the lewd sounds of his slicked cock driving into her throat coupled with it. Music to his ears.

Then he fucking lost it when she lifted her head and started bobbing on him. Damn girl wanted to suck his cock. Fuck. Now it was his turn to be made into a mess of garbled groans and hisses as her lips pulled his hardness into her mouth and her tongue curled around the underside.

Fuck, she was using her teeth too. They lightly scraped his skin and fire erupted from his nerve endings, halting his thrusts into her mouth. Harry could do nothing but surrender to her whims, losing the control he fought to establish. 

"Fuck, kitten," he groaned the praise out when her cheeks hollowed out while only his head remained encased in her lips. Her tongue whirled around the tip and slid between his slit while she sucked him. "Shit, shit, shit."

What he was seeing was brain busting. Hermione was sucking him off and was making it look like her favourite hobby. As soon as she was satisfied with her work on the head, her mouth slid down his shaft again and took him to the back of her throat once more.

That coiling in his lower belly and tingling in his balls alerted him that he was close. Even though she couldn't know, or probably did because his cock started to swell in her mouth, Hermione sucked him harder and laved her tongue over his tip when she pulled back. 

Once she sank back down until her nose touched his waist, Harry took over and began plunging his cock into her mouth again. Sights and sounds of her throat being plugged left him weak as he rolled to the edge of climax. When the coil in his belly sprang out, his hand slid behind her head and held her against him as he slotted himself balls deep into her mouth.

Seemingly endless jets of his hot cum sprayed out of his cock and down her throat. Her reflexive swallowing of it all felt like his member was being given a wet massage and the sound, the bloody sound, of her trying to gulp it down…

"Ohhhh…yesss," Harry gritted down to her, fingers tangling in her curls to let him keep holding her against him. His head lolled backwards and he lost sight of everything. Hermione never stopped swallowing until he was done coming in her mouth and even then, she was still sucking him up.

Finally, he regained enough sense to pull out and dearly wished he didn't notice her tongue flattening against the underside of his cock as he drew himself out. If he hadn't noticed that, he would still have a functioning brain cell.

"Tastes so good," praised Hermione while licking her lips clean.

What happened to his kitten? Had he really ruined her innocence this much? Because the bookshop owner he'd met wasn't the woman tied down to her bed and blindfolded who was smirking after he fucked her throat. She really was a fast learner. All that intelligence applied to sex.

Little strings of spit were stroked away by him when she couldn't reach it and Harry was wearing a smile on his face. He bent down to her level and brought their lips centimetres apart. "Good girl." They kissed afterward, him tasting himself on her and groaning into her mouth.

Harry pulled back from the kiss first and ran his thumb over her cheek affectionately. She was so…malleable. His. To do with as he pleased. Control was given to him, not taken by him. And it was the biggest thing that showed she trusted him. 

He wasn't done with her yet, though. Punishment needed to be dealt and lessons needed to be learnt. "We are not done, we're nowhere close. Kitten, you've been a bad girl."

Another level upwards needed to be taken. That was saying something given everything he'd done but there was more. The ropes around her ankles came undone and he flipped her over onto her belly right after, swatting her arse as she laid face down with her arms tied to the headboard.

"Count," ordered Harry. His hand clashed against her smooth skin once more in a tight slap.

"One." Her face was buried in the pillows and muffled her voice. That wouldn't do. 

"Raise your head and turn it to the side, I want to hear you." Right after she followed the instruction, he brought down another spank on her behind.

"T-Two." A stream of her juices washed out of her pussy when it quivered in expectation of the next hit which came soon after. "Ahh…t-three."

"You're being so good now, sweet kitten." She relaxed at the praise, unknowing of the fact that he was playing mind games with her. Now she was being good. "Where was this before!?" 

Control over himself departed him right after that question and he barraged her arse with spanks, forcing her to count rapidly. By the time he had delivered seven more slaps, her cheeks were red and she was nearly crying from the pain/pleasure.

Still, bloody still, he wasn't done. He noticed a wet spot on the bed right where the juices from her gushing pussy slipped out and that drove him feral. Soothing her cheeks, he asked her, "What happens to bad girls?"

Sloppily, brokenly, and weakly, Hermione answered him. "Bad girls…get punished," she said between a deep gasp for air.

Even though her answer was satisfactory, he wasn't satisfied. How far into his world did she want to go? They were going to find out soon enough. Another hard spank lashed at her bum and the sound of it bounced off the walls. Flesh meeting flesh. Fucking symphonic.

"You drive me mad, kitten," growled Harry, gratingly molding her fleshy cheek with his hand.

Mad. Insane. Nuts. Stupid. She turned him into all of those things with that attitude of hers. The worst part of it all was that he knew she provoked him because she enjoyed being punished. It was a lose-lose for him. He had to punish her but was giving her what she wanted. Sneaky kitten.

"Count again, we're going to twenty." 

"W-Wha…AHHH." The protest never finished because he swatted her again.

"Use your safe word, say it now!" Harry tried to keep from yelling at her but he wasn't himself anymore. Darkness had fully overcome him. 

"N-No," Hermione softly cried to him. 

Light broke through his shrouded mind to remind him that her punishment didn't need to be so harsh. With that in mind, Harry moved on from spanking her and instead dipped his head to press a kiss onto her reddened arse. He left a little bite on it too just because he wanted to.

"I can't wait anymore. On your hands and knees for me, kitten." It was a lie. He could wait but he thought he was teetering on the edge of being sadistic. 

Like always, she assumed the position in his instructions and he drove himself home into her pussy in one fluid stroke. His own groan was drowned out by her high pitched moan as his waist hit her arse and he went balls deep.

"Feel so good, kitten," he hissed at her.

Would he ever get used to being inside her? No. Her needy pussy was practically holding his cock in place, trying to keep it inside her forever. If he looked down, he would see her folds wrap around his shaft every time he pulled out to thrust back in.

So that was what he did. Harry let his gaze stay on the spot where they were joined and watched himself slide in and out of her cunt as it kept trying to pull him back in. That was enough, for a time, before he reminded himself that she wanted to push him to his limits.

Well he was at his limit with her and it drove him to pound into her. One hand slotted against her hip and the other one went to the back of her head to press her face into her pillows. With each destructive thrust, Harry knocked Hermione forward and made her yelp.

Angry at himself for still not being satisfied, he continued to slam into her. By the time he would be done, her arse would be purpled and tender to the touch. Served her right. She needed a working reminder of what happened to bad girls.

Harry snapped his hips forward, the sound of his skin slapping against hers making him grin maniacally, and enjoying her muffled scream as her tightness kept drawing him in deeper. 

Her lips resisted each time he shoved his cock inside her pussy but quickly spread around it when he pushed past. He wanted to go slow just to savour everything. Sound, sight, hearing, even smell. All of his senses were attuned to him fucking the sense out of his kitten.

Because he could and because he still wanted to punish her, he spanked her when he withdrew to the tip before ramming himself back inside to the hilt. 

"You're making me insane, Princess. Everything. The way this tight pussy feels," he pulled nearly all the way out again just to slam into her, "every-fucking-thing."

Gasping cries rang out from her but he knew them for what they were. More. She wanted more from him. That drove him even more furious. In spite of her actions, she was still getting what she wanted. And he was getting what he wanted as well. Fuck it.

"I need you to fucking take me," he muttered, voice demonic as darkness coated his tongue. Wetness slid over his cock as her pussy squeezed her slick out of her and down her thighs. Damn girl was getting more wet as he fucked her. "I need this pussy around my cock every damn day."

He hit deep into her one more time before he fell over and brought his mouth close to her ear. "And you need it too, don't you? My good girl, you need my cock, don't you?"

"Y-Yes."

Of course she did. The whole point of her riling him up was because she wanted to be fucked senseless.And that was what she was going to get. Harry resumed his pace and rose back up to assume his previous position. 

"Can't stop fucking you," he muttered to himself as he set about destroying her from the inside out. 

His cock gave her nothing and took everything. It split her folds apart and robbed her of breath. It kept hitting against her cervix, trying to force itself impossibly deeper into her irresistible silken clutches.

"Lift your head, I want to hear you scream when you come all over my cock." Unfair as it was, he kept fucking her after the order and watched cruelly as she struggled to obey. When he could see her lips part to let her strangled sounds escape, he told her, "Come for me. Come on my cock, sweet kitten."

Hot and tight walls constricted his cock and he held her arse high, somehow managing another swat on it as she came all over him. Hermione screamed her release but it didn't last long as she choked on it and started gasping for air.

Sensations became too much for him and his own climax stormed forth. His balls churned out even more of his cum than before and he emptied himself inside her tight heat. "HERMIONE." The roar shook the room and everything felt and looked staticky for Harry. "Fuuucckkkkk."

Every last nerve ending and muscle in his body burned like white fire. Even his cock was becoming hypersensitive. The pleasure was turning to the pain as her pussy wrapped around his cock. He was still hard but he didn't even know if that was because she was so damn tight that it wouldn't let him shrink.Or maybe it was because he wanted to keep fucking her.

 ———

Was she in another world? It felt like it. Maybe she could call it Harry-land. Because it was just him. Only him. The girl couldn't even see him for a while but her entire existence was simplified to encompass only him. Harry-land was heaven on earth.

After some rough punishment that she withstood and even enjoyed, Hermione finally got what she wanted. First, Harry fucked her throat. Then, he fucked her from behind. Now, her blindfold was off and she was flipped over with him lying on top of her as he drove himself into her again.

Better was that he was choking her lightly and whispering all of his filthiest praises to her. Her voice was sore from the combination of her yells as well as him hitting the back of her throat with his cock but she still moaned deeply each time he bottomed out inside her.

Unlike the first time, her Biker Man wasn't trying to draw the sex out. He was taking her punishingly with rapidfire pistoning into her core, splitting her apart deliciously. It felt like she was stuffed to the brim. Just feeling completely full. Wickedly satisfying.

"Tell me how you feel, tell me what you want," demanded Harry. That was the first time he asked such a thing of her while they were fucking. He really was too far gone.

Hermione struggled to breathe and speak over the wet slap of their hips meeting but she gave it a go anyway. She tried to be as dirty as he was. "You feel so good inside me, Harry," he grumbled and growled into her neck before snapping forward to yank another moan from her, "and…ohhh…I want you to cum inside me."

"More." His voice was remarkably steady even as his pace picked up and his speed almost blurred his hips.

Through a sea of sighs and desperate mewls, she told him, "I w-want you to…oh my God…fuck me harder, Harry. I want…" he interrupted her and stole the last words with a bruising kiss while his hand squeezed her chin.

He gave her what she wanted after the fact. He battered her center with harsher thrusts than before, his rhythm slowing down. She watched as his hips raised and felt nearly all of his cock leave her only for them to snap down and let him sheathe himself back inside.

She was starting to lose her ability to think as he rode her. Harry was unforgiving after the kiss broke and he forced her to hold his piercing gaze. He looked so bloody peeved at her and it made her unwittingly clench on his cock, pulling a sharp inhale from him.

One of his hands pressed down on her thigh to move it away and spread her and the other slid behind her head to lift her face to him. The whole time, his cock was bent on again remaking her quim to make it fit. Vicious thrusts and sharp words followed. 

"When" - thrust - "are" -thrust- "you" - thrust - "going" - thrust - "to" - thrust - "be" - thrust - "a" - thrust - "good" - thrust - "girl?"

"Hnnnhhhgg," escaped her after the question. Didn't he know she couldn't speak anymore?

All thick eight inches of Harry were destroying her insides and stealing her soul. What could she do? Hermione felt everything start to darken around her as she struggled to breathe. She lost sight of the world thereafter as her eyes fell shut but it wouldn't be long before he saw it.

Thick fingers slid into her hair and tore her head back up. Harry's voice was coarse and rough like gravel when he told her, "Fucking open your eyes and look at me."

Despite her best efforts to follow him, she just couldn't. The pleasure was too much to bear and her body felt like it was ignited in flames. When it was clear she couldn't obey him, he roared her name and began fucking her even harder.

The sounds of their hips clashing were even more pronounced now. Fast, hot, and brutal. Both of Harry's hands encircled her throat and he pressed her down into the bed to let his cock crash into her cervix. Right after, Hermione felt the signs of her climax. He felt it too.

"Come on my cock, kitten," he husked, gruff with arousal.

That was all she needed, his permission. She came with the force of a monsoon and her body shot up off the bed. The ropes holding her wrists strained against the headboard as she arched up and announced her release with a cry of Harry's name.

And he didn't wait for her to enjoy the climax. No. Harry fucked her through it in pursuit of his own release. One orgasm morphed into another while he continued his motions. Her senses departed her and Hermione lost herself completely, too sensitive from not being allowed to recover.

"Fuck…open your fucking eyes," was the last thing she heard over the clap of him fucking into her before she blacked out.

Some time later—she didn't know how much time had passed—Hermione recovered and woke up to Harry stroking her hair and rubbing her side. He had untied the ropes around her and had her lying fully atop his body. She felt bad about passing out when it was her idea to go all the way. 

Their eyes met as she lifted her head to look at him and his were filled with mirth and a slight hint of concern. That concern faded once he knew she was fine. "I told you to be careful what you wish for."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" she began to apologize only for him to silence her.

"…never apologize for that. Your limits are there for a reason. It doesn't make you weak or anything less," he told her gently but with firmness in his voice.

The gentleness faded to give way, however, to roughness as Harry's eyes narrowed at her. Hermione felt her center tingle again at the look and it turned into a quiver when his fingers found it once more. It didn't take long for her to grow wet again. If she could take it slow with him, they both could get one more finish without passing out.

"I want you to remember something, kitten," Harry stroked lines into her entrance and rubbed her folds soothingly, "whose pussy is this?"

"Yours," she answered right away. That vulgar word was in all her smutty books and she was never a fan of it but the way he used it was so bloody hot. "My pussy belongs to you." The word tasted foreign on her tongue but the effects of using it were seen as Harry's face showed his arousal.

In a flash, he adjusted her to straddle and moved her down until she rested right atop his still fiercely raging cock. Without thought, Hermione ground herself against the length and felt it catch between her folds. Both of them started groaning at the contact before his hands went to her hips and held her steady.

"You took all your punishment like a good girl, now here's your reward." His gaze flicked down to her pussy and his cock to signal what he wanted. What they both wanted. "Ride me, Hermione."

Doing as was instructed, she reached down to take his member in a tiny hand and positioned it to point at her entrance. He ground his teeth together at her touch and met her eyes once more as she started sinking down onto him. They both let out matching moans and gasps when she took him all the way to the hilt.

Hermione began riding Harry in earnest, pressing her hands on his chest for stability as she moved with a purpose. But her sensitivity kept her movements slow. Every time she moved and brought his inches back into her, her center would sting slightly. It wasn't enough to make her feel hurt, though.

"Good girl. You're doing so well." Harry must have noticed her movements were a bit more measured and tame. His praise spurred her on, turning the sensations into pleasure as his hands massaged her hips. "You're right where you belong, aren't you?"

There was that possessive side again. His question was delivered in a softer voice, a much more caring voice, but no less demanding her to tell him her answer. And she knew what she would say. Through the haze of pleasure and sensations, Hermione said, "Yes, Harry. I belong here."

"Fucking yourself on me like this, kitten?" He continued to prompt and egg her on.

Before she could answer that, he dropped a sudden swat on her bum and reached up to take her neck like he loved doing. He asked her again after that and she managed to answer. "Yes, Harry."

"Good girl." The praise went right to her pussy, rousing it to clench around him as she seated him inside her.

It was starting to teeter on being too much again and Hermione threw her head back while her fingers tangled themselves in her hair. No rhythm or any kind of pace came from her movements. All she was doing was moving along and trying to guide both her and Harry to completion.

He took over and his grip became more strong around her as he started to thrust up. Her body felt like a livewire carrying thousands of volts while he split her folds to permit entry into her. His cock made itself at home as per usual and molded her walls around it on its way to hitting her cervix. He was so long, so thick. She couldn't ever get used to him.

"You wanna come for me, sweet kitten?" He asked while fucking up into her. It would always be a mystery as to how he could talk while they were both experiencing mind numbing pleasure. "I want you to come for me again, Princess. You want to, don't you?"

"Yes, yes…YES," Hermione finished with a scream when he found her clit and started strumming it. 

Wherever she was, she knew it wasn't earth. She must have left the planet since the beginning of the session and now had no hope of ever coming back. Harry uncoiled the tightening in her lower belly and brought her to another finish with his work on her swollen bud. 

An eternity later, Hermione finally came down from her high to find that Harry had her wrapped around him while he whispered sweet praises into her ear. Telling her that she was his good girl, that she took him so well, that he was proud of her. The girl felt more loved and cherished than ever before with the words that she knew were genuine.

Aftercare was the next step for them both and Harry obliged by carrying her back to her bathroom to delicately lower her into her tub. He left the room to retrieve a bath bomb as the warm water filled up but came back within a minute. They slotted into their normal position, her back to his front as she sat between his legs.

She dragged out husky moans when he began washing her hair and massaging her scalp. The feeling of it was intense but knowing that he was taking such good care of her was what really got her. How she was going to work tomorrow, she didn't know.

Her body was mush. Each part of it felt like jelly and she was certain that the fog of pleasure that had clouded her mind would not leave anytime soon. Work was going to be harder than ever before tomorrow. But, she'd cross that bridge when the time came. Right now, she wanted to enjoy being taken care of.

"My good girl, my Hermione," he murmured into her hair, pressing his lips into it.

"Yes, Harry." Ohh, how she loved it when he added 'my' right before his names for her. She was his. "I'm your good girl."

"You are, Princess. Even if you're a little bratty sometimes." They both shared a chuckle at that. She was bratty but it was for a good reason. Her punishments were just too wonderful. Not even punishments, really. They were rewards. "But I love punishing you."

"I love it too." Never a truer statement than that had ever come from her.

"Oh, I can tell. And you take it so well. I was starting to worry I was pushing you hard," he confessed in a moment of self doubt.

"You weren't, I enjoyed all of it. Especially the blindfolded bit with the ice and wax." 

That part of their session felt so amazingly good. Every rub of the cold ice against her with the hot wax coming after felt supremely intense. The sensations felt like they touched her soul, going way past the surface of her skin. And then Harry licked her up after the fact and brought about a powerful orgasm. 

If she had to pick, Hermione would say this session outmatched all their other ones. Every time she finished was more powerful than the last. Harry demonstrated how easily he could destroy her with pleasure. How brilliant he was at overwhelming her with pleasure.

Time enough had passed in the tub, he must have decided for them, and his slippery fingers started to trail a path down to their prize. Hermione's head felt weightless when even just the lightest of touches hit her pussy. It fell back onto Harry's shoulder and he began skating his lips across the side of her neck.

"I'm going to give you one more to send you off to sleep." She didn't dare protest. The authority in his voice left no room for argument even if she wanted to argue.

Two of his thick digits thrusted into her and curled up against her sweet spot. He was slow and steady with his movements, repeating the motions but not forcing it. Breathless sighs and blissful gasps sounded through the room and Harry's voice soon joined them.

"What do good girls get, Hermione?" He questioned while he fingered her.

"Mmmm…good girls get rewarded." Her words were sozzled, coated with drunkenness.

"Yes, they do. Yes, kitten." He continued to give her her reward after he finished and pulled the shell of her ear between his sharp canines for a moment. 

As promised, one more tiny orgasm was pulled from her and she fell limp as Harry smashed their lips together and snaked his tongue down her throat. The other hand that was kneading her breast to this point went up to cup her cheek. He kissed her like he would never see her again and left her completely beaten by arousal and exhaustion.

All was lost to Hermione after he finished washing them both up except for when he wrapped her up in a fluffy towel and took her back to bed. With some guidance, he helped her get dressed as well. He slipped on her knickers and handed his shirt to her. Not a second after, Hermione was gone into the land of dreams with her lips turned up contentedly. 

"Sleep well, kitten."

Chapter 10: OverstimulationSummary:Harry and Hermione finish up their weekend together with a trip to the mall after another session in her kitchen.

For as long as he knew Hermione, which wasn't that long actually, Harry could say he enjoyed it when she was being pissy with him. Something about her feisty attitude and those cute bookshop owner outfits was sexy. Add to that the size difference between them and it never failed to send his blood racing southward. Whatever she was pissed about right now, he didn't know, but it was hot. 

We should fuck the attitude right out of her, the dark creature in his mind whispered to him.

"Stop giving me that look," Hermione reprimanded, hands on her hips and pouting at him. She looked so petulant that it made Harry want to lift her up and bounce her on his cock until she couldn't speak anymore. "I have no clothes to wear for work tomorrow and I've gotten no laundry done."

"And?" Harry made a show of checking his nails before leaning against her doorway with a small smirk.

Hermione huffed at him again and it took everything for him not to bend her over and screw her silly this time. He wanted to wait, though. Draw it out. Let her continue to get even more miffed at him. Then, he would fuck her so hard she wouldn't even remember her name. After that, he would fill her up until she was dripping his cum out of her pussy as they shopped for new clothes.

"You ripped my dress and then…then…you shagged me for four days straight until I couldn't wash my clothes." 

Yeah, he did that. And he was proud of it too. All part of his plan to have her naked at all times in her flat so he could shag her when he wanted to. Okay, that wasn't actually his plan. But it would be nice to think about. He drew his attention back to her and observed her frustration. Every little thing about her made his cock twitch and jump in excitement. 

"Oh, don't stop on my account," he gestured to her in a mocking wave when her eyes trailed down to find the imprint of his erection against his joggers, "please continue. I very much want to hear your complaints."

"Well, I have no clothes to wear for work tomorrow besides my house clothes," said Hermione, her voice almost robotic as she never stopped staring at his cock.

"Eyes up here, Hermione." The commanding inflection of his voice snapped her gaze right back to his face. He stalked her, moving slowly toward her, and casted her in his shadow. "I'll buy you some new dresses then."

"I can't ask that of you, I don't want you to spend money on me," Hermione immediately protested.

This girl. Harry shook his head at both her modesty as well as the faint remnants of her nnocence. He wanted to spend money on her. Heck, he'd spend a fortune on her if he could. She was his kitten. Nothing was too great nor expensive for him if she only asked. The thing was, though, she didn't ask. And he didn't care.

His eyes warned her what was coming next as they flashed at her and his expression darkened. "You didn't ask and I'm not asking either."

"W-What?" Poor girl was running on confusion and arousal. 

A new plan formed in his head. First, he would have her. Second, he would take her to the shopping centre for some new clothes. Third…well, he'd decide that when they returned home to her flat. If he wasn't feeling sore or tired after it all, he'd probably go for another session for her. 

"I said," this time Harry took her neck in his grip and shot her a piercing stare, "I didn't ask to buy you new clothes. That's what's going to happen. Am I clear, sweet kitten?"

"B-But…" she stuttered again in her rebuttal and that just about did him in.

Angered by her continued argument, he smashed their lips together and snuck his hands under the waistline of her shorts. If she wanted to keep talking back, he was going to leave her so senseless that she wouldn't be able to think of a word, much less verbalize one. Damn kitten.

"Take these off and hop on the counter."

Her short pants flew off like magic had banished them and he assisted her in sitting atop the counter. Standing in between her parted legs, Harry kissed Hermione again. It was just as fiery and passionate like all their other kisses as he continued to try to devour her soul.

His kisses reflected who he was. He couldn't give as much as he could take. When he sealed his lips over Hermione's and then let his tongue caress every part of her mouth before going down into her throat, it was him trying to consume her and steal every part of her. 

Since he'd met her, all Harry could do was take. All he wanted to do was take. Take her body, her innocence, her orgasms. And take her away from whatever poor bastard wanted her. His familiar alter ego assumed his body and grabbed her throat once the possessiveness burgeoned.

They broke from the kiss but he kept his hand where it was and let her watch him. He would never get tired of her looking at him when she was needy. Eyes hooded, mouth slightly open with kiss swollen and full lips, and her face doing nothing to hide the fact that she was begging for his cock like it was the answer to her deepest desires.

It was unexpected that he managed to talk to her given how he was feeling inside but it wasn't unwelcome. Harry used the opportunity to tell her exactly what was going to happen. "I'm going to fuck you until you're leaking my cum out of this beautiful pussy when we're shopping for your little dresses."

He half expected her to make some sort of sarcastic remark but a low pitched demonic moan flew past her lips. Right after that, her legs fell open even more and his eyes flicked downward to take in the sight of her soaked and pantiless sex. She was still in his much too oversized shirt and that made him more aroused for some reason.

Maybe it was the thought that they, he, was so desperate to have her that he didn't want to waste time removing the rest of her clothes. It had to be that. Because it was true. He was so needy for this girl. Needed to have his cock slide inside her hot pussy til he was balls deep.

He fulfilled his need by pulling Hermione closer to him and throwing one of her legs over his shoulder while spreading the other one to lie on the counter top. She was so flexible and it sent a host of new thoughts on how to make use of that into his brain. Those were filed away for later.

The angle permitted both of them a generous view of his cock pointing directly at her cunt. They both watched in rapture as he snapped his hips forward, spearing himself inside her, before their heads fell back and they let out the dirty sounds their sex produced. He hissed and grunted, she screamed and moaned.

Through sheer force of will, Harry pulled himself together to level his gaze upon his princess. No way was he going to let the sight of her falling apart on his cock go to waste. He wanted to watch, paint the scene into every last wall of his mind. It didn't matter how many times he saw it, nothing could ever top it.

She was a mess, that wasn't new, and had already lost control over herself. Her eyes landed on him again but he knew she was staring off into nothing. There was blankness in her stare. The thought that he had already fucked her senseless filled him with wicked pride.

Hooking his arm behind her leg on his shoulder and letting his hand fold over her arse cheek, Harry sped up. His hips moved at near blinding speed as they shot forward to drive his length inside her and he was unable to resist looking down to see his cock being swallowed by her always needy pussy.

"Fuuckkkk," a guttural Harry tried to praise. What words did he know? Did he even know the English language? All he could process was the scene of his cock emerging covered in Hermione's slick before it disappeared back inside her. 

It was going so fast too. He barely had time to look at his hardness but he was still losing his mind. Kitten could only make small sounds while he plunged deep into her core. "Niuuhhhh…ohhhhh," something in Harry's mind possessed him to go faster and draw even more sounds from her, "hhuuuhhh…Harr…"

Moans of his own tumbled past his lips. As often as he had sex, he always tried to keep his own sounds controlled. It was a habit he had developed without knowing why. With Hermione, it was hard to keep his voice from being heard. Something about her delicious pussy kept forcing him to break all of his rules and habits.

Harry groaned and his expression morphed into pain when her walls spasmed over his member. He sounded like a wounded animal begging for respite. Begging for mercy as Hermione's sodden pussy caught him in its trap. "Fuck yes." 

One of her hands reached out to his bicep to seek for purchase and he batted it away quickly, instead using his own to curl around the back of her neck while the other held her arse firmly. That allowed them to make eye contact as he stroked balls deep into her.

Big mistake. Very big mistake. Thoughts and intelligence vaporized by the millions as he met her honeyed chocolate orbs and fucked her savagely. He was struggling and he knew it. What was a plan to leave her senseless had backfired on him. 

Because he was the one being driven thoughtless.

Only primal instinct guided Harry as their rutting produced sounds that would surely let the whole neighbourhood know what was going on. Their voices were only part of it and were coupled with the squelching of his cock squeezing into her tight heat.

Both of them looked at each other unseeingly. They saw nothing but felt everything together. The frantic pace he established fell apart when her walls started to close in on him. His kitten tightened around him like a vice and his rhythm broke.

Their heads rested against each other and he managed a few deep but short thrusts, pitifully moaning into her ear as he chased release. Each time he tried to pull out and slide back inside her felt harder than the last. It was nearly impossible to escape the clutches of her beckoning pussy. 

Seconds later an ecstasy greater than any drug could replicate bathed Harry as his climax uncoiled and he emptied himself inside Hermione. Every last drop of his hot cum was greedily swallowed up by her cunt as it wrapped around his pulsing shaft. 

"Ohhhh." He looked up to see her mouth hanging open from her moan as his warmth filled her insides. They leaned in together just to join their lips again and he resumed thrusting in and out of her while his cock shot his essence into her pussy.

Overstimulation fell over Harry as Hermione became too much for his sensitive member to handle. It was so hypersensitive that the hot pleasure of being buried in her was turning agonizing with immediate effect. He slipped out of her after that and shivered when the chilly air bit at his length.

But he wasn't too far gone to forget about what he wanted to see the most. Guided by desire, Harry's eyes trailed down to Hermione's pussy. She craned her neck over to watch as well with a mixture of desire and astonishment. 

True to his promise, his cum was dripping out of her tight cunt. Her pussy lips were slightly parted with how hard he'd fucked her and a thick bead of his essence mixed with hers fell out of her. The pearlescent liquid splattered on the kitchen floor thereafter and Harry's knees buckled momentarily.

"Oh God," he hissed at the ceiling, electric shocks surging through his body after what he witnessed.

Hermione couldn't open her mouth to do anything but gasp before moaning as more of their releases dribbled out of her. She hadn't stopped staring down at her pussy even as he cried out to the heavens. A long line of his cum painted itself onto the skin of her inner thigh, beginning right at her slick cunt.

"Ohhhh….Harry." Her voice was quavering and she threw her head back when everything became too overwhelming for her overstimulated senses to handle.

By the time she had started to come down from her climax, Harry had regained some of his strength. And even though he knew she had sucked his balls dry, he still ran his semi hard length over her folds and slapped it against her clit to tease her. It coated his length in some of her slick and his cum and it almost made him hard once again.

"No…more," Hermione moaned at him and reached down to push him away by his waist.

"Use your safe word, kitten," he instructed. It was more like a plea just so he could know for sure that she remembered it. He had every intention of not taking her again but still just needed to know that she knew her safe word. If only to keep him sane.

"Bikes…bikes. I'm too sensitive." 

Harry thanked the heavens that she knew the word before nodding at her with a soft smile on his lips. She didn't feel ashamed about using the word, thank God, and he bent down to let their foreheads rest against each other. He controlled the sex, she controlled how long it lasted and how it would end. Consent mattered and he'd damn himself to hell if he did anything to her without consent.

After they cleaned themselves up and she threw on the last set of clean clothes she had, they dropped the rest of her dirty clothes off at the laundrette together peacefully. It was so domestic and easy. Would it always be like that for them? Harry hoped so. It occurred to him that he didn't need to buy her new clothes when they could wait for them to finish washing but he wanted to treat his kitten.

What was the point in being wealthy if he couldn't spend it on the things that meant the most to him?

He opted to take her to one of the more upscale shopping centres but not quite as luxurious as Harrods or Selfridges. The ride was longer than the trip to the bookstore and he savoured it to no end. Having his princess pressed up against him, slung like a backpack over him, was too good to put in words.

"I can't believe I'm letting you take me shopping," Hermione complained when they stopped at a traffic light.

"Yeah, being shagged senseless will get you to do anything," he wittily shot back.

"Urghhh, you can't just do that. It's not fair." She was going to have to be careful again. Her aggravation was only serving to wind him up again. Anything she did was winding him up.

"Do what?" Harry played dumb, trying to get her even more annoyed. It was a dangerous game. The more peeved she got, the more his erection started to burgeon in his jeans.

"Shag me to get your way." He laughed merrily behind his helmet at her serious voice. What was funny was that she couldn't deny that his tactic worked. 

"Why can't I? It worked, didn't it?" 

No answer was given by her and they took off again when the light changed on their way to the stores. If Harry was being honest with himself, he was greatly looking forward to spending more quality time with Hermione. Anything that made them feel and look like a couple, he was up for. 

 ———

Oh, that man Harry Potter was so going to get it. The truth was that Hermione hadn't wanted him to offer to buy her clothes. She was really only putting on her attitude about her dirty clothes just so he would shag her silly, which he very much accomplished by the way. Sending her clothes to the laundrette would only take a couple hours and was not an inconvenience whatsoever.

Now, here she was in some shopping centre with Harry's possessive hand resting on the small of her back. All because she wanted an extra dose of sex and orgasms. Her greed was going to be the end of her one day. At least she got what she wanted when he took her in the countertop in her kitchenette. Small victories.

As they maneuvered through the crowd of Sunday shoppers, Hermione began to think of a naughty little plan. Harry had mocked her on the way to the stores about his tactic to shag her into doing whatever he wanted. It was true that she was helpless against it but he didn't need to be so damn cocky about it. And he didn't need to remind her of just how…amorous…she was.

What would he do if she played with him in the middle of their shopping? Hermione desperately wanted to find the answer to that question. He could probably take her back to her flat and exact his villainous ways on her or he would be so antsy that he wouldn't be able to resist taking her in some secluded area in the shopping centre. 

That last thought sent a jolt of arousal straight down to her core. Harry would and very could fuck the sense out of her in a semi-public place if he was pushed to the edge. The last time they had an encounter like that was when her ex tried to worm his way back into her life.

Memories of her being bent over Harry's motorcycle in a park flashed through her mind. He was so jealous that night. So possessive. That couldn't be the only way to get him so desperate to shag her. If it was, she was going to have to shamelessly flirt with some poor unsuspecting male and she was NOT up to that task.

No. Hermione had an idea. She always got what she wanted and Harry had promised her that he would give her anything she asked for if it was in his power. It was time to put that to the test. And yes, she knew she could ask him to take her right there and then but where would the fun be in that? 

Stepping in front of him to take the lead, not missing as his hand never left her back, Hermione purposefully slowed down and had him bump into her from behind. He immediately encircled her waist to keep her upright and she ignored the butterflies in her stomach to reach behind and cup his hardness through his jeans. 

As swiftly as her touch had landed on his crotch, it disappeared. He must not have noticed it because she felt nor heard no reaction from him. That was fine, she was just getting started. She went for another motion and backed into him, pressing her bum against his straining length.

"Stop doing that," Harry hissed quietly to make sure no one else could hear.

"Doing what?" Hermione answered playfully, running her fingers over the back of his hand that was on her tummy.

"You know what." The warning in his voice made her shiver internally and heightens her rapidly growing arousal. 

She decided to obey for now. Let him get comfortable in thinking he had the control. When his guard was down, she would play with him again and try to provoke him. They continued walking through the crowd and she guided him to one of the stores that were on the cheaper side but still sold quality dresses for her work outfits.

"Get anything you want, I'm paying." Hermione turned to him right after his words with an argument on the tip of her tongue. He was prepared for it with a menacing gleam in his eyes, almost challenging her to protest. She did not take the challenge. "Good girl."

"Eeep," she squeaked in the middle of the aisle when he dropped a firm spank on her behind and pushed her forward. Her cheeks coloured immediately and the blush went down to her neck. "Someone could have seen that."

It felt like the wrong thing to say immediately after it left her lips and Harry wasted no time in proving her right. He dropped another swat on her arse and kept his palm there. "Don't care. Let them see." Fingers dug into her flesh forcefully once he finished.

They went around the store as she picked up a few new colours she had been meaning to try. The last dress she had gotten was one that matched the shade of green in Harry's eyes. It was perfect and had floral print on it just like she liked. Her Biker Man was the dutiful boyfriend and carried everything she wanted.

Realization hit Hermione when she saw the image of him taking her bags out as they finished paying for her new clothes. He really was the perfect boyfriend. Not only had he brought her clothes when she told him not to, he also didn't want to let her carry the bags. Small things but huge when it came to their relationship. 

So of course that sight made wetness soak in her yearning. Seeing her rough and imposing Biker Man carrying around shopping bags as she led him through the centre gave her a sense of power over him. Or maybe it was he who had the power over her. No matter what he did, everything about him looked like sex on a stick.

Hermione wondered what a girl was supposed to do when faced with a man like Harry if not try to tease him enough so he would take her somewhere private and seat all of himself deep inside her. Using that as motivation, she began her devilish game again and walked beside him. When he wasn't paying attention to her, she snuck a hand to his behind and pinched him through his pants.

It didn't take more than a second for him to react as he turned to her with a look of 'keep doing that and I'm going to fuck you' on his face. The girl loved that look. Their eyes didn't meet and she stared ahead nonchalantly, acting like nothing had happened. She kept a sideways glance on him, though, if only to see the myriad of thoughts play out across his usually stone set face.

"Be good, kitten," he finally warned her again after a long moment.

Didn't he know she was a bad girl? And proud of it too? A wicked laugh nearly burst from her throat but she kept it down, playing her role perfectly. Acting unbothered, Hermione slid a hand around his waist in a tame enough fashion to not arouse suspicion. Harry threw his own arm over her shoulder and she seized the opportunity to slide under his shirt to caress the taut skin of his side and abs.

"I'm warning you, Hermione." 

By the time he had finished, her arousal had hit peak levels. His guttural and near monstrous voice raked over her body, much to her delight. The main event had begun. Her next target presented itself to her in a stroke of luck. A store for women's nightwear and lingerie. Brilliant.

"I think I want to buy some new sleepwear," she told him airily. Had she not been feeling the effects of desire between her legs, she would have believed her tone of voice did perfectly to hide her true feelings.

"Go on." He waved her in but not without a silent glare that said the one thing she just didn't want to do. Behave. 

Everything in the store told her that those clothes were meant purely for seduction and not comfort. One of the taglines read 'sleepwear that is meant to be taken off'. How very ironic. It was just what she was looking for. Hermione knew her lover could care less about what she wore to bed but it would be nice to doll herself up for him.

He deserved all the nice things after all. A man who could make her finish multiple times if he so wished deserved to have her reward him. What kind of girl would she be if she let her greed rule her? Oh, and she wanted to keep playing with him in the store.

"What do you think of this one?" Hermione taunted him, holding up a sapphire blue lace babydoll and panty set. She held it to her body and gave him a show as she modeled the set.

Knuckles turned white from his ironclad grip on her shopping bags. It looked comical the way his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. Like he was angry with her for his own lust. Yes, she was stoking the flames but it was really his fault. If he couldn't keep it together, that was on him.

"Get what you want." He shot a tight smile at her and it looked like he was fighting his lips to get them to turn up. His struggle was evident and Hermione reveled in it.

Her face kept her true intentions unknown to him as she perused the set of clothes. Another mint green set looked appealing to her but it left barely anything hidden. The lace was barely there and wasn't even attempting to cover up her skin. Only the parts that mattered were covered and even then, it was only enough to leave something to the imagination.

"What about this one?" She held up the set for him and made sure to show off the thong that came with it. He was on the verge of snapping when she did that and Hermione went for another push. "I think it would be nice to wear for sleep." 

"Get two of them," ordered Harry, his demeanor drawn tight like a coiled spring.

"Two?" Hermione answered confusedly.

"Because I'm going to rip the first one off of you." 

Darkness swept over her as his words reverberated in the tense air between them. Sexual tension unlike anything she felt before raised goosebumps along her flesh and quickened her heartbeat to a fever pitch. There were sinful promises in Harry's eyes. She didn't need to be a mind reader to know that he was imagining tearing the babydoll off of her and fucking her until she couldn't walk anymore.

Somehow, some miraculous way, Hermione stayed calm with the force of her lover's stare burning a hole through her soul. The girl managed to place the lingerie in her basket before grabbing another of the same set. She moved in slow motion to let him get an eyeful of her before asking, "Promise?"

Low rumbling vibrated through Harry's body and she gave him another show by bending over to place her new clothes in her basket once more. Then, she gracefully rose back upright and flicked a lusty glance over her shoulder. Her lips curled up in a sultry smile below darkened eyes.

"Hmm, I'll pay," Harry grunted at her. 

Arghh. That wasn't what she wanted. His resolve was still holding up and she couldn't wait for him. The trip back to her flat on his motorcycle would be too long to go unsated. It wasn't a want anymore, Hermione needed her Biker Man. She mentally searched for a plan and settled upon making the first move knowing that Harry wouldn't.

"I think I want to try them on, just to make sure they fit." Handing off the basket to him, Hermione flounced away with an added sway to her hips and a pixieish grin on her face. 

Heavy footsteps behind her felt like they were shaking the room as Harry followed her. All of a sudden, it felt like they were playing a game of cat and mouse. The question of which was which was unanswered as of yet. All she knew was that the game would certainly have a winner. 

When she arrived at the change rooms with Harry on her heels like he was her loyal dog—Hermione swore that shouldn't have made her as horny as it did—she retrieved one set of the pair of mint green babydolls and entered the room. No words were spoken between them but the girl winked before slamming the door shut in his face.

Naturally, she left it unlocked. The only thing left to do was change into the clothes and wait. He would come running soon enough. She donned the lingerie and admired herself in the mirror, noticing the wet spot quickly forming on her knickers. Damn it, he had gotten her so hot and bothered.

Playing with herself wouldn't hurt for a bit, right? Then again, Hermione had never done something so…voyeuristic…before. But she was drenched. Her folds were trembling and aching for some sort of relief for her pussy. Thinking of that crass word only sent more of her juices flowing out of her. She needed relief and if her lover took too long, that was his problem. 

 ———

"Damn girl," Harry muttered to himself. He was pacing around like a madman, resisting the temptation the dark side of his mind was so keen on giving him. 

We should go in there and ruin her again. Let everyone in this bloody shopping centre know who she belongs too.

And he fucking wanted to. But he had never done something like that before. Even the tryst in the park was more private and safe than shagging her in the changing room of some store. At least in the park, it was dark and secluded to where some poor wandering soul wouldn't stumble upon them.

Since when did he care about what people thought? If anything, he wanted them to know about him and Hermione. He wanted to let people know that he owned his kitten's very soul. 

However, it was up to Hermione when it all came down to it. If she wasn't comfortable with something like this, he wouldn't do it. Simple as. She had been teasing him, though, since they stepped foot into the building and it was killing him. That was an exaggeration but the point remained the same. His cock had been raging since she first brushed her hand and arse over it. 

There was not a single free second where all of the blood in his body had not pooled in his crotch. It was a miracle that he wasn't lightheaded as he carried around what felt like a cricket bat in his jeans. And the little minx knew what she was doing the entire time. Those impromptu modeling shows with her sleepwear were proof of that.

At his mind's urging, Harry gripped the handle to her change room's door but didn't turn it. A war was being fought within the landscape of his mind and he was torn apart by the idea of shagging Hermione and just waiting until they got home. 

Then a sound came from behind the door. "Ohhhnnn." He was no idiot. That sounded exactly like what he thought it was. After how many times he'd heard her making sounds like that, Harry was all too familiar with it. Naughty girl.

Fury coursed through his heart when he realized what she was doing without him. He had warned her about that. Only he could touch her and bring her to release. How dare she?! 

The door flung open because it was never locked in the first place and Harry found her sitting on her room's bench rubbing herself while clad in the mint green set. She hadn't locked the door and already changed into her lingerie. If that wasn't a sign that she wanted this, he didn't know what was. One thing was for sure and it was that he was not going to ignore the signs.

"Lock the door." In a rare moment of submission to her whims, he did as she said. In the tense silence of her spacious fitting room, only the clicking of the lock sounded along with their heavy breathing. 

"You've been a bad kitten again," he whispered hoarsely. Moisture had disappeared from his throat and his mouth felt like a desert inside.

"I'm sorry," she stood up very slowly and permitted him a full view of her outfit before twining her arms over his neck, "I need you to fuck me, Harry."

Okay. At least she apologized for her actions. What was that about bad girls being punished? He would make an exception to that rule just this once. She said sorry and her desire was clear, both on her face and the dark spot on her panties.

Their lips met in a storm of passion and Harry let his hands fall to her arse. Fucckkk, the thong wasn't even trying to cover her cheeks. A groan escaped him but it was captured by her mouth as she took it for herself. Still, that wasn't enough for her because her slippery little fingers went down to his belt and got to work.

They kissed until they were out of breath and Hermione had gotten his pants unbuckled when they broke apart. If anyone saw them, it would look like they were attacking each other with how hungrily they moved. Lips skated across every patch of skin. Hands roamed all over each other's body. 

"Fuck, kitten ," Harry whispered with no breath to it once her hand dipped underneath his boxers and pulled at his length. "Good girl."

"Keep quiet if you can," she told him and then dropped to her knees. 

Before he could even muster a response, his kitten had fished his cock out and encased her wet lips over the head. Harry gritted his teeth to the point of almost shattering them under the pressure and squeezed his eyes shut. The whole room was walled with mirrors and he couldn't escape the sight of his kitten on her knees in sexy lingerie with his cock in her mouth.

No matter what he did, though, nothing was going to stop the onslaught of pleasure. Each time Hermione sucked his cock was better than the last. Her experience and knowledge of what he liked only increased over time and she was always the studious learner.

Twisting hands made him see supernovas behind his eyelids. The sounds of her sucking him along with the movement of her hands working over his shaft were heightened because he wasn't looking. Denying himself sight only raised the intensity of his other senses.

"Please…kitten," begged Harry without knowing what he was begging for. She was insistent with his shaft, running her tongue over it and bobbing her head while her hands stroked it. "C-Close." 

In all honesty, he knew he wouldn't last long with the way she had gotten him over the course of their trip. He had been hard with no relief for too long and Hermione was going to make the reward worth the wait. One of her hands slid further down and fondled his balls as she continued sucking him.

"Mmmm." Fuck, fuck, FUCK. She was moaning around his length and taking him deep into her throat. Gagging sounds came from her after that but she continued without pause in deepthroating him.

The entire time all of it was happening, Harry had not even dared to look at her. But his eyes flew open when her other hand slid up under his shirt over his abs and he was greeted with a full view of every angle of Hermione on her knees with his cock in her mouth.

"Shit, shit, shit, babe." His voice was frantic from both the pressure building in his lower belly and seeing his length being serviced by Hermione. The mirrors gave him all he could see and he could not tear his eyes away from the sideways view of her.

Lewd and wet sounds from her nearly choking herself on him played in time with the picture of her bobbing her head. It was glorious to watch her at work but he was a ticking time bomb and it seemed like she knew it. She pulled back until only the tip of his cock rested against her lips and smiled hotly.

"Come for me, Harry." As soon as her order finished, her lips were back around his tip and her tongue swirled around the head before licking its slit. He was powerless to do anything but finish in her hot and greedy mouth.

He watched the scene play out through hazy eyes and saw Hermione cup his arse before taking him all the way to the back of her throat until her nose pressed against his waist. That removed the proverbial lid over his release and he shot every last drop of his cum down her throat.

She pulled off him when he finally emptied himself and left a little kiss on his head before standing up. Alice In Wonderland ? More like Harry In Wonderland. Hermione made oral sex into an art form. She worshipped his cock.

How could he not repay that favour? He was going to have to worship her the way she did him.

His mind rejoiced in song when he spun her to the wall and pressed her up against it. Lips attacked every piece of uncovered skin they could reach and then trailed down her body while he sank to his knees. He had a slight inclination to remove her knickers but decided against it, instead sliding them to the side to reveal her wetness.

"Keep quiet if you can, kitten," he shot her own words back to her with a smirk after throwing one of her legs over his shoulder.

There was a certain quality to them worshipping each other while still being half dressed. Like in her kitchen earlier in the day, Harry enjoyed the idea that they were so goddamn desperate for each other that they couldn't waste time to remove clothes. They needed each other so badly that no more time needed to be wasted.

Harry kept to that same principle as he began his feast. He dove into her like he was plunging into a pool and let her slick wash over his lips and tongue. A thirsty man couldn't replicate the eagerness in which he drank her juices up.

Not a spot was left untouched by his tongue as it licked, swirled, and pressed against her pussy. He never imagined that oral sex could be this pleasurable for him but tasting Hermione and hearing her mewl quietly was something else. The fact that they could be caught if she got too loud was another factor as well.

As far as erotic situations went, none topped this one. Nothing could top him eating Hermione out in a dressing room of a fairly crowded store. First, he licked a stripe up her entrance and coated his tongue in her essence. Then, he found her clit and swirled circles over it. After that, he parted her folds and snaked his tongue through to her core.

Honey and cinnamon. She tasted so fucking good. He could suffocate himself between her thighs and die a happy man. And when she started pulling at his hair because her control was lost, Harry smiled against her pussy lips and pressed a kiss into it. 

"Taste so good, Princess," he praised and waited for the inevitable fluttering of her folds. It came like clockwork from his praise. Had he mentioned how much he loved praise kinks?

Fucking her with his tongue, Harry felt her start to clench around it as her sounds grew louder. Perfect. Let everyone hear. He didn't fucking care. The worst that could happen was them being kicked out of the store. He showed no mercy in sliding his tongue in and out of her.

Fingers found her clit to keep themselves busy while he drank her up. His thumb flicked the bundle of nerves before applying light pressure that nearly made her rip his hair out from the scalp. She wasn't the only one that was learning when they pleasured each other.

New tricks were something he was accustomed to. Harry always considered himself a quick learner provided some things interested him and nothing interested him more than his kitten. His fingers delved into her pussy and curled against that sweet spongy spot that he knew could make her see stars.

Coupled with his tongue lapping at her folds and his lips pulling her clit between them after, his movements made quakes erupt in Hermione's lithe frame. Her other leg shook and she lost the grip on his hair. He fingered her g-spot and licked her swollen nub until she came apart at the seams.

"Hannnngggg," she moaned, placing her fist in her mouth to stop the sound from getting any more loud. 

Her walls kept his fingers in place until her juices started to run to overflow. As soon as that happened, his mouth was back on her slit and eagerly drinking up everything she had to offer. Her sensitivity to it all made him withdraw soon after but Harry took what he could from his still coated fingers. 

"You're not the only one that tastes good, love." 

She was such a sight to behold after the fact. Her body kept spasming sporadically and she had bitten down on her knuckles to keep her sounds from escaping. He slithered up her body and found her lips with his, letting her unabashedly melt into the kiss. 

Pants, gasps, and soft whimpers filtered into his mouth from hers. He enjoyed all of it knowing that they were almost heard and swallowed all of her little noises. Their kiss was unsurprisingly hot and heavy but Harry became aware of another problem. His cock once again stood at full attention. 

"You think you can go for another round, babe?" He asked, both voice and cock desperate for her to say yes but no less willing to take a pause if she said no.

His kitten shook her head before answering, "Yes, Harry. Fuck me." He was the one giving the orders most of the time but he couldn't deny how hot it was when she told him what to do to her. He couldn't deny her if he tried.

Mirrors all around him sparked some intriguing ideas. Like he'd said, the room was wall to wall mirrors and everything could not be hidden. Right then, he was seeing him and Hermione pressed against the wall with his cock against her tummy. Nothing was hidden indeed.

"I've got an idea," murmured Harry. He pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth and dragged her back by the hand to the bench. After taking a seat on it, he spun her around and swatted her behind. "Sit down, kitten."

It was a testament to how far she had come during their sessions that she knew immediately what he wanted. Hermione didn't even question him as she sat down, legs spread wide, and laid her still gushing center over his length. Her petite form let him see over her shoulder to the mirror and he smirked at her through it.

"Do you know this position, kitten?" He decided to taunt her knowing damn well that she knew it from her books. 

"Y-Yes, Harry." Her words were breathless and drenched in sex as he caressed her pussy lightly. The touches were more like winds than anything, barely there,

"What is it?" He continued and pulled her hair to the side so he could get access to the curve of her neck.

In between moans and gasps for air that was not interested in entering her lungs, she answered him. "R-Reverse…cowgirl." Such a smart little kitten. Such a naughty kitten. He couldn't get over the fact that she read smutty books. Her innocence was just waiting to be ruined, he didn't have to put in any effort to that cause.

Harry adjusted her to let his cock stand up and met her heated orbs through the mirror to send her a message. She received it instantly and wrapped a small hand around his member to guide it to her pussy. He let her sink down onto him, creating the most filthy sounds from their mouths.

"Good girl." His words were serpentine as they rolled over her and it made her walls clench on him. 

Through the almost cloudy storm in his vision, he admired the sight of her sitting on him with his cock all the way inside her. She was so fucking petite. What really got him was the slight bulge in her lower tummy. How was she taking him so well?

And he couldn't forget about her outfit. The lace left blew no qualms about showing her skin and he hadn't even removed her thong. Harry knew he would enjoy fucking her in the lingerie. They would worry about paying for it later.

Taking her neck in hand again and kissing her shoulder, he gave the command. "Be a good kitten and bounce on my cock." 

She followed the instruction like it was law and pressed her hand down on his thighs for leverage as she lifted herself off him only to sink back down. He gave her time to adjust and kneaded her breasts through the lace set while she worked into a rhythm.

A movie of the greatest kind played before him. His eyes were glued to the screen that was the mirror, watching in clear detail as Hermione fucked herself on his cock. She established a mild rhythm in bouncing on him and made satisfied whines when he was stuffed inside her.

Maybe he would have to invest in a video camera. Who knew seeing himself fuck Hermione like they were adult film stars was this good? Hopefully his kitten would be on board with them making a sex tape. They could rewatch their escapades while having sex. Fuck, that would be hot.

Low humming were the only noises he made as he fought his more vocal sounds down. Even so, he was struggling and needed to keep himself busy. Best way to do that was to start talking. The insatiable pussy suckling his cock was doing its best to make him lose control, though.

"You look so sexy like this," he whispered dirtily into her ear.

That wasn't fair to her and he knew it. Kitten had been struggling to keep quiet and he made things worse with his words. He decided to help her along if only so they could finish without interruptions. Harry clamped his hand over her mouth and told her to keep going and watching.

"You like this don't you?" He still tempted her, feeling her responsive cry against his palm. Despite that, she was soldiering on in bringing them closer to another finish. "I know you love this, babe," he licked her cheek before smirking at her in the mirror, "you love being stuffed with my cock."

Something along the lines of 'yes' came from her mouth as he clamped down over it. They were getting closer now. Just a little bit more. Hermione started to bounce faster and he held his groans measured against her ear. Her pussy didn't want to let go of his cock. She was still so tight for him.

They continued careening to the mountaintop of pleasure as more loud thuds of her arse meeting his waist and the wet squelch of her pussy taking all of his shaft inside it sounded through the room. Eventually, Harry lost patience when Hermione kept up her pace.

He manhandled her and grabbed her waist to lift her so he could thrust up into her. He was now in control and her head fell back to let their lips meet once again. They kissed hard and he fucked her just as hard, driving his hips upwards into her tight hot core to take them to the finish line.

Not long after, they tumbled past the edge and fell apart together in a sea of lewd noises that were thankfully hidden by their passionate kiss. Semi public sex had just been crossed off the list of things they had done with each other since they met. 

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