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“Are you sure you want this?” Draco asked, his hands deep in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe. His expression was neutral, but Hermione could tell he was deliberating as to her ask.
“Yes,” she answered, no sign of hesitancy in her voice. Hermione saw Draco’s eyes turn darker—the only acknowledgement of her request. After a few moments, he turned on his heel and left.
Hermione woke up gently to a warm light brushing along her face, a beam of sunlight that offered her an embrace as she fought off the remainders of sleep. But upon slowly opening her eyes, she recognized that she was no longer in her London flat. The sheets beneath her were thicker in texture, a shade of grey too dark compared to her light blue. She had never seen the room before, and began to turn her head before she felt a heavy weight rest on the side of her temple, shoving her back into the mattress.
“There she is,” chuckled a dark voice that was all too familiar. “The little slut that caused us so much trouble.”
Hermione was flipped onto her stomach by strong arms, the hand returned to sit heavy on her head, and she tried to make sense of her sudden change of surroundings. She had gone to bed in her and Draco’s bedroom only a few hours ago—what were they doing here?
“It took us too long to finally track you down and find suitable accommodations for what we have planned,” Draco murmured into her ear as she struggled against his hold.
“We?” Hermione asked breathily, knowing that Draco’s words held a darker meaning.
“Mmm.” He agreed. “We intend to put you back into your place through some hands-on training. Starting with me.”
Draco grabbed Hermione’s arms, placing them behind her back as he muttered an “incarcerous” to bind them tightly. His fingers made quick work of her nightgown and knickers before tossing it onto the floor. Before she could protest, he grabbed her by the flesh of her hips to hoist her ass into the air and landed a heavy smack on her cheek.
“You’ve been so uppity and high-strung for too long. Thinking you know better than everyone else. Thinking yourself a higher caliber witch than your most esteemed superiors.”
He landed another quick succession of spankings to her ass, putting his full weight into each swing to make sure she yelped in pain.
“But don’t worry dirty, disobedient little thing. We intend to make a proper slut of you yet.”
Hermione let out a loud sound of protest as she felt something blunt and thick at her entrance. Her squirms weren’t enough to dislodge the intruding member from its target, though. Draco sheathed himself in one hard thrust, letting out a deep groan as he felt her warmth welcome him.
“Yeah that’s it. That’s what a cunt should fucking feel like,” he muttered. “Fucking take it. You don’t have a choice except to take this cock in your little cunny.”
Draco picked up his rhythm, steadily fucking into her with such force that Hermione couldn’t catch her breath. With her arms tied behind her, she barely stood a chance against his determination to own her hole. She shifted back and forth on the mattress, head repeatedly bumping into pillows, as he continued his punishing pace.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please… I can’t… it’s so.. so much please.”
“Please what?” Draco taunted, not slowing down and relishing how her pussy was milking his cock wonderfully. A cruel smirk was painted across his lips, his platinum blonde hair falling into his eyes. It didn’t prevent Hermione from seeing how much he was enjoying this.
“Please stop… I… I can’t take much more.”
Draco let out a short bark of laughter, quickly bringing his hand down to spank her again. “Stop? After your pussy swallowed me up?” He laughed. “Dumb things like you don’t know what they can take or what they want. You need your betters to decide for you.”
He leaned down close to her ear so that she could look deeply into his grey eyes.
“And I’ve decided that you are going to take everything that I am going to give you,” he snarled.
Draco picked up his discarded boxers—when did he take them off?—and shoved them into Hermione’s open mouth. The fabric effectively gagged her, preventing her from making any more requests. Draco’s hips picked up the pace, his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust, as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge. He grunted nothings in between each series of strokes.
“Little slut thinking she can make requests, when she doesn’t even know what her pussy is good for.”
“Yeah, that’s what a cunt is good for. I know it’s hard to accept for a swot like you. Yeah, that’s what it is.”
“We’re going to have so much fun with this. Won’t even know what hit ‘em.”
“You want to come? You want to come? I can feel you clenching down, I know you’re close. Come on, if you want it so badly you better ask for it.”
Hermione moaned, trying to scream through her gag that yes, she wanted it now. The arousal ate at her from the inside, the pressure so good.
“Hmm? I didn’t hear you? Do you want to come or not?” Draco panted—he was getting close. “Ask for it. Use your big girl words.”
More noise came from behind the gag, but was otherwise unintelligible. Hermione’s fingers clawed at the air from her restraints, trying to communicate her overwhelming desire. She was so close—practically on the brink of orgasm.
“Oh someone wants to come,” Draco said. He made his point with some particularly hard thrusts, his grip on her body tightening to be borderline painful.
“Well too fucking bad.”
He stopped thrusting, shoving deep inside of her and spurting warm jets of cum into the depths of her pussy, letting out a gravelly noise from the back of his throat. Hermione wanted to curse him out in frustration, having lost the release she was so close to achieving.
“Cumming is only for good girls who know how to respect their superiors.”
He spanked her for good measure.
It was not even 8am on a Saturday morning, and Hermione was exhausted.
She felt Draco pull out of her, leaving a trail of his spend behind. She could feel his eyes on her cunt, watching the creampie he so graciously bestowed her slowly drip out of her gaping hole. Her gag was damp with her spit, the sheets beneath her practically ruined from their activities. And she hadn’t even gotten off.
Tsk, tsk, he tutted. “Pureblood sperm should never be so wastefully discarded,” he noted. His long fingers dragged his cum back to where it was deposited, and gracelessly shoved it back inside. Hermione made a sound of protest, but was otherwise too overwhelmed to do much else.
“Now,” Draco started, “thank me for your edge.”
What? Hermione’s eyes shot open, her disbelief evident behind her brown irises. Draco looked like the cat that got the cream.
“It is not polite to not say thank you. Be a polite girl and give your thanks for your edge.” His eyebrow raised expectantly. “I’ll even take the gag out to make it easier for you to enunciate.”
“…thank you.” Hermione whispered, her cheeks hot with embarrassment.
“No, no. Thank me properly.”
“Thank you,” Hermione said, detached.
“For what?” Draco smirked. Hermione wanted to strangle him.
“Thank you for… for my… edge,” she made out, as his smirk only grew.
“And how do we address those above us?” he taunted. At her prolonged silence and pursed lips, he brought a torrent of spankings down on her already beaten ass cheeks.
“Thank you sir! Thank you… please… no more” Hermione gasped. She attempted to squirm away from the pain, making it a few inches before she felt his hands on her hips drag her back to her original position.
“I am not the one to be addressed as sir. Instead, you will now call me Master. Apologize, again. Properly.”
“Thank you for my edge… master.”