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Hermione was being a brat. It wasn’t that she wanted to be punished, it was simply that Draco was making it far too easy. She smiled brightly at the waiter in front of her, after checking to make sure Draco’s eyes were on her. The waiter was very obviously into her, although she had told him an hour ago that she was engaged and not on the market. Draco didn’t know that, though.
He said something that she didn’t catch, but Hermione laughed anyway. She let her eyes flicker over to Draco once more, and couldn’t stop the giddy shiver that skated down her spine.
Hermione didn’t know what the last straw for Draco was, whether it had been the laugh or the hand she’d placed on the waiter’s shoulder to steady herself a few moments ago. It must’ve been one or the other, but she didn’t quite care. Because he was walking over to her with a look in his eye that said she was heading for trouble.
“Darling, I think it’s time we head home.” His deep voice followed the shiver flowing through her spine, sending a twinge through her abdomen. She couldn’t stop the smile she gave him, adoration shining through even though she knew she was in for it when they got back to the Manor.
“Okay, just let me say goodbye to Harry and Ginny.”
Hermione spent longer than she normally would saying her goodbyes, making sure to savor the anticipation. When she finally met Draco at the Floo, she pulled him by his tie in for a kiss and smirked. “Catch me if you can.”
She called out Malfoy Manor into the floo and was gone before he could reply.
She didn’t even stop to wipe the bits of ash off her dress before she kicked her heels off and started running through the halls, laughter bursting out of her as she heard him swear as he came through the Floo. “You can run, little lion.” He yelled out, “Don’t think I won’t catch you.”
She turned the corner nearest to their bedroom and heard the crack of apparition before being pressed up against the wall, Draco’s chest against her back.
“You really thought you could run from me?” He growled in her ear. “Thought you could get away that easily?”
Hermione hummed, pressing her arse against him and wiggling slightly. “I don't know what you’re talking about.” Playing dumb was never a good idea, and she reaped the consequences as Draco wrapped her hair around his knuckles and pulled back so she was looking up at him.
His fingers slid up between her thighs as he spoke. “I told you that I had something planned for tonight, and you still decided to act like a brat.”
Hermione whimpered slightly, attempting to pull out of his grip. She loved the pain and the chase he gave, and he knew that. “I didn’t do anything.” She lied again, knowing it would cause him to get more riled.
“No?” Draco’s hand reached the apex of her thighs and he rested his fingers against her cunt, “You didn’t flirt with that waiter in front of me for half the night, hoping to piss me off enough that I’d take you over my knee? You didn’t pull that neckline down just enough to tease everyone who was looking at you all night?” He let go of his grip on her hair and pressed his wand against the tie on her dress. Silently, he cut the tie, and let it flow to the floor, leaving her standing completely naked with her breasts pressed against the wall.
“This sight is for me, and me only. Arms up.” He commanded, stepping back.
Hermione obeyed, spreading her legs and putting her hands up above her head, palms against the wall.
“Safe word?” He snaked his hand around her back, resting it against her navel.
“Red.”
He pulled her back harshly, making her arse stick out in front of him, nonverbally casting an incarcerous and sticking charm around her palms. He danced his fingers up her chest, pinching slightly as he passed her nipples, before letting his rings dig into her jugular as he gripped her throat. He was closer than she thought as he whispered in her ear. “And if this is occupied?”
Hermione swallowed but knocked three times against the wall, their safe action for when her mouth was otherwise occupied.
“Good girl.”
The sound of skin hitting skin hit Hermione’s ears a second before she felt the pain. She cried out a moment later, arching her back against the wall.
“Make another sound and I start over.”
The second smack held little more warning than the first, and it was only a force of will that kept the cry from falling out of Hermione’s lips. Eight more impacts came in swift succession, each causing the pleasure to push up and pat the line that bordered on pain. She bit her lip hard enough to cause slight cuts, blood rushing to the surface. Draco rubbed his knuckles across the marks after every impact, and tears welled up in Hermione’s eyes by the time he was done. His fingers were dancing across the welts from his rings, rubbing to soothe the soreness.
“You did so well, sweetheart.”
Hermione didn’t reply and didn't need to. She simply smiled at him, silent response to let him know she was fine. He released her from her bonds, turning her to face him, and lifted her into his arms. He pressed his face into her hair, breathing deeply. “Perfect darling. Do you feel like you deserve that reward?”
Hermione widened her eyes, and pressed her teeth against her lower lip, biting slightly and cringing when she felt the nick in her skin. “Yes, sir.”
A low chuckle slipped from Draco’s lips, “Is that so?” he danced his fingertips along her spine as he walked them a few steps into their bedroom. “You take one spanking, and feel as though you’ve earned a reward for your behavior tonight?” He laid her on her back against the sheets, taking care to not press too harshly against her arse.
Hermione shrugged and leaned up on her elbows. “It was worth a shot.”
A full laugh came from his chest at that, and Hermione wasn’t prepared for his arms wrapping under her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. The sight of him on his knees in front of her caused a flutter in her abdomen, the same way it had since the first time they had ever fucked. He pressed a finger at her navel and dragged it down as he spoke. “You want my lips here?” He flicked her clit slightly and Hermione’s eyes widened once again, a whimper resonating deep in her throat. “Or maybe my fingers here?” He pushed a single finger inside her cunt, not moving other than to curl it up. He had turned his ring around, so as he pulled it out he let his hand angle upwards, the ridges catching against her clit, causing her to moan. Loudly. He peppered kisses around her labia, making sure not to get too close to any part that would give her too much pleasure.
“Or maybe,” He paused,
“You want my thumb here.” He pressed his thumb against her arsehole. “Which is it, Granger? Hmm?”
Hermione whined, her voice lost somewhere in the heady atmosphere.
Draco’s hand came down against her clit, her spine arching as she felt the line boarding between pain and pleasure. “Use your words, darling. Now.”
“Y- your tongue. Please, dear God.” Hermione was past caring about begging at this point, she simply wanted to feel him pressed against her, feel the rise and fall of the orgasm that was gearing up to cause her to see stars.
The first swipe of Draco’s tongue against her slit caused her back to arch, pressing her cunt firmly against his face. He circled it in figure eight motions, spelling words that Hermione would never be able to focus on through the pleasure. He moaned against her as he did so, and Hermione opened her eyes before she even realized she had closed them. They caught on his straining bicep and followed it down, finally ending on his hand slowly stroking his cock as he ate her as his life depended on it. Hermione couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of Draco sending her almost to the edge, and then backing away over, and over again. Finally, when Hermione reached the point where she genuinely thought she might start crying if he didn’t allow her to orgasm, she cried out, “Please, I can’t..”
“You can.” The growl came from deep in his throat, and he continued making love with his tongue, pushing two fingers inside her as her muscles began to tighten. The pure bliss coursed through Hermione’s body as he did so, her orgasm filling every nerve ending in her. When she could breathe again, she sat up and slid off the bed, kneeling in front of Draco. Not a word was said, but he stood as she did so. Her legs barely seemed able to support her weight as she did so, but she steadied herself by pressing her hands onto his thighs, digging her nails in hard enough to leave half-moon marks in his muscle. The touch of Hermione’s tongue against the underside of his dick made him stiffen, as he always did when she got on her knees for him.
A strained groan made its way through the air as his left hand tangled into her curls. “Fuck, Hermione. Just like that.” The praise went straight to Hermione’s cunt, a pulse going through her navel as she hummed around his cock, causing him to jerk into her throat.
“Mm, perfect fucking slut.” He mumbled through panting breaths, “Fucking mine, you’re fucking mine.”
He always got incredibly possessive at the sight of her at his mercy, words falling from his lips as though he couldn’t stop himself from saying them aloud. It was part of the reason why Hermione enjoyed sucking him off, the things he would say were enough to fill anyone’s dirty dreams for days.
She continued to alternate between taking him fully within her mouth, allowing him to thrust all the way to the back of her throat before pulling off and swirling her tongue over the tip of his cock. The small gagging sounds pulled moans from Draco that caused a melting sensation to fill Hermione from the tips of her toes all the way to the crown of her head, where his hand was still gripping the chaotic mass of curls. Hermione allowed him to take over after quite a few minutes, and the excessive amounts of saliva began dripping from her lips where they were wrapped around him, and coating her breasts. Draco allowed himself to lose focus on thrusting into her mouth and used his right hand to smear the spit over her nipples, pinching them slightly. When he had her whimpering, he pulled free from her mouth and helped her into a standing position. He allowed his lip to ghost over hers once, twice, before summoning a full body mirror in front of the bed.
He picked her up and laid her on the bed, facing her toward the mirror. In a moment of smugness, Hermione shot him a smirk and laid flat against the sheets, in a starfish position.
“Arse up. Now.” There was a trace of amusement in his tone, so Hermione simply shook her head, and acted as though she was going to shuffle around to get comfortable. His rings dug into her hips as he wrapped his palms around her waist and pulled her into position. As soon as he got her where he wanted her, he laid a hand against her shoulders, pushing her further into the bed. “I said arse up, and you did what? Not that.” He clicked his tongue once, letting his hand drift down her back so softly it was almost tickling her. He let it rest against her hip before he slammed into her once, filling her with his entirety, causing her to let out a guttural cry at the sensation that boarded on pain.
“Fuck,” she moaned out as he set a brutal pace, thrusting into her with every breath, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Draco!”
Hermione couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think beyond the tightening in her stomach. She met him, thrust for thrust, pressing her hips back against him every time his cock filled her. His palm came down on her arse once, before smoothing the already reddened skin. He kneaded the skin once more, Hermione feeling more and more lightheaded with every second that passed. She looked up into the mirror, seeing the expression of pure ecstasy that Draco wore, the adoration in his gaze as he stared down at Hermione’s naked figure, on all fours beneath him. The sight was heady as if she was seeing it from an entirely different view than her own. The feeling in her abdomen reached an all-time high, and she opened her mouth to tell him, to warn him, to-
She let out a scream that might’ve been his name as her orgasm crashed over her, falling limp against the bed. His hips stuttered moments later, and the warmth of his cum leaking from her cunt caused her to wiggle slightly, her nose wrinkling. Draco cast a Cleaning Charm before scooping her up in his arms. He peppered kisses against her face and throat while carrying her gently into the bathroom. Hermione hopped up onto the counter, careful of what she was sure were already forming bruises on her arse, as he ran a bath with her jasmine bath oil, placed her into the water, climbing in a moment later. His fingers drifted over her back, rubbing out any knots.
“You did so well, my love.” He whispered against her hair, placing a kiss on the crown of her head.
She leaned back further against him resting her head against his shoulder. A giggle had her hiding her face in the crook of his neck as she stated, “That was quite a reward.”