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“Who is that?” I ask as a tall man walks by us, his cane tapping rhythmically on the ground, his long hair spread out over his shoulders.
“White hair and a scowl on his face, must be a Malfoy,” Harry jokes.
I follow the man with my eyes, even going as far to look back over my shoulder. The man stops, looks back and a very recognizable smirk replaces the scowl, his eyes trail over my body, resting on my breasts before continuing downwards.
I scoff and roll my eyes, his eyes darken and he taps the cane, creating sparks.
“Father,” Draco rounds the corner, breaking the building tension.
I move my eyes over Draco, it is clear that he has grown over the years, he is very handsome but his Father is in a whole other league.
“What do you want, Granger,” he sneers.
It is our last year at Hogwarts and he still hasn’t called me by my first name, just like he will always be Malfoy for me. Saying that I want his dad is probably not a good idea, but my eyes flick towards him anyway, just for a second. Both men are watching me.
“Something you can’t give me,” I smirk at the younger Malfoy, before turning away.
“Miss Granger? I presume?” His voice is deeper, seductive and sends shivers down my spine.
I turn back, facing him once more. I am in a mood and ready to play. Harry is watching the scene, remaining silent but ready to defend my honor. I suck in a deep breath, before smiling sweetly, looking very innocent. “Daddy Malfoy, I presume, I heard so much about you.”
“Hermione,” Harry gasps, he has only seen this side of me in private, not in front of people like the Malfoys.
“What, I don’t know his name and I don’t know what he prefers,” I wink at Harry, whose mouth is hanging open.
The cane taps the ground a few times as he walks closer to me. Now it is my time to look over him. He is lean, but clearly strong, wearing expensive fabrics and feeling like he has a higher status than everyone.
He switches the cane to his other side, extending his hand. ”Lucius Abraxes Malfoy,”
“Hermione Jean Granger,” I counter him, looking him straight in the eye.
“A pleasure,” he smirks.
“The pleasure is all mine,” I pull back my hand, turn towards Harry and look over my shoulder as we walk away. “See you around, Malfoy…” I look over to the older man and nod. “Lucius.”
We walk away while Harry is giving me the side eye and once we are out of ear shot he asks his question. “What was that about?”
I laugh, bumping my shoulder against his arm. “Oh come on, I was having a bit of fun. Did you see Malfoy’s face? Priceless, mouth hanging open and he couldn’t keep his eyes off his Father.”
“What did you expect, you were flirting with his Father,” he shakes his head.
Life continues as normal for the following days, until I get an owl on friday. It isn’t a Ministry owl or the one my parents use, it is a regal looking owl, big with white spots on the feathers.
Miss Granger,
My son told me you have a passion for books. I want to personally invite you to look through the Malfoy library, we have quite the collection. You are able to use the Floo in Madam Puttifoot’s Tea Shop at 11.30 am. Just call out Malfoy Manor and I will await your arrival.
L.M.
I hide the card away, so nobody will know what I am about to do. It is not exactly a lie that I want to look at some books tomorrow and won’t join them to the Quidditch shop or Honeydukes.
I have five minutes to spare when I enter the little tea room, careful to not draw too much attention to myself. My outfit is simple, but very flattering. I am wearing a short and tight, black dress, with sheer tights and flats. The dress has a low neckline, and short sleeves. I even spend extra time on my hair, defining every curl and pinning a few pieces back. I am fully covered by my cloak.
“Miss Granger, you can use the Floo in the back. The powder is on top of the fireplace,” Madam Puttifoot leads the way and leaves quickly.
“Okay, here goes nothing,” I sigh and grab the powder, throwing it in the fireplace and waiting for the flames to turn green. “Malfoy Manor.”
I hate the feeling of getting sucked up and traveling by Floo, but it is fast. Within seconds I step out in a bright open foyer, but my eyes focus on the man standing in the middle. Dressed in black, cane resting against his hip and a smirk on his lips.
“Miss Granger,” he greets.
“Malfoy,” I smirk back. “Thank you for inviting me. I am not sure what your son told you about me, but he is right about one thing. I do love books.”
“He was right about more than one thing. Come, and I will show you the library.”
I do as I am told and follow him through the maze that is called Malfoy Manor. It is not as dark as I expected, everything is decorated in light cream colors, with a lot of paintings on the wall. Most of the artists are magical, the paintings move and seem to be alive, but a few are still and I recognise the famous signatures. I don’t doubt that they are the real ones and not some knock offs.
“Do you like art, Miss Granger?” he asks as he observes me.
“Call me Hermione and to answer your question, yes I like art. It is a unique glimpse inside someone's mind.”
“What are your favorite books to read?”
Immediately I think of the secret books underneath my pillow, the covers changed to standard textbooks, but inside it is filled with enemy to lovers smut. A war between good and evil, where a girl falls in love with a man from the bad side, their desire draws them together, keeping their relationship a secret. Nothing keeps them apart, they will end the war just to be together.
“I like to read about potions, maybe I want to become a Potions Master,” I tell him, my cheeks flushing.
“And if that is not a possibility?”
“Minister of Magic,” I smirk, knowing that it is the same position his son wants, since he can’t shut up about it in class.
“Smart girl,” my cunt squeezes with his praise.
Well fuck, this is going to be an even more frustrating day than I imagined. Those smutty books are not helping me right now.
He opens two doors and I catch the first glimpse of the Malfoy library. I read about it, but those words don’t do it justice. The space is huge, bigger than the Hogwarts library and this has two stories. It is filled with books and the scent of parchment is heavy.
A soft whimper falls off my lips, as I take it all in, walking forward without looking where I am going. I walk straight into the chest of Lucius, I look up dazed. “Sorry, I…just… books.” My hand is resting on his chest. Before I can fully step away he rests a hand on the small of my back.
“I shall show you around,” his voice is deep and has a slight rasp. I can only nod as he steers me towards the rows of books. “I will show you the books about potions.”
“Scared I would beat your son if I would have access to the same information as him?” I tease.
He smiles, one side of his mouth lifting up, his eyes shine and I take a moment to observe them. They are gray, just like Draco’s, but the longer I stare the darker they seem to become.
He uses the top of his cane, a snake head, to close my mouth. “Staring is impolite,” he notes, frowning slightly.
“I was observing,” I counter him, still taking in his face, but with my mouth closed. The strong jaw, the thin lips and straight nose, but I can’t help myself and look back to his eyes. Which are definitely darker than before, the steel gray turning into a molten form.
His hand moves from my back to my hip. I don’t know if I imagine it but he whispers something under his breath and it sounds like he is calling me a brat. That is a new word someone uses to describe me, I am used to being called a know-it-all.
He leaves me standing and walks further in between the bookcases. I follow him, not knowing what else to do with the sudden change. The ticking of his cane makes it very easy to know where he is. I make a left turn but he isn’t there, it is a dead end. Before I can turn around to take a different turn, I am pushed against the bookcase.
I huff as I look up at his mesmerizing eyes. “Now what,” I dare to say.
“Brat,” he growls, dipping his head and using the cane to push up my chin to meet his lips.
He takes control over the kiss, angling my head just how he likes it, licking the seam where my lips meet, demanding me to open up. I do, I submit to him, our tongues meeting. There is nothing careful about the kiss and I try to grind against him, but he keeps a distance from my body, only using the cane and his hand. His hand reaching up, tracing my neck before moving to the back of my head, burrowing in my hair and pulling.
I gasp at the sensation, shivers running down my spine. “More,” I beg against his lips.
He taps the cane on the button over my chest and it pops open, revealing the dress underneath my cloak.
He leans back, looking down and his eyes taking in every inch of my body as he pushes the cloak of my shoulders. “Did you dress up for me?” his voice low.
“Yes,” I admit, I wanted to look sexy for him, to increase the chance of him fucking me today.
“And here you are, acting like a little brat, do you like to be tamed, pet?” he whispers in my ear, biting down on my lobe.
I squeeze my thighs against each other, desperate for some friction. “Please, touch me,” I beg.
“I don’t think you deserve it,” he leans back, but sets his cane between us. “If you are desperate, you can use this,” he smirks, he knows what he is doing.
I am desperate, I need something to touch my clit, to send those little sparks through my body. I buck my hips, meeting the cane, shifting slightly to just have it at the right spot. A moan escapes my mouth as I grind against it, rubbing the hardwood over my tights and panties. They must be ruined, already soaking wet, if I continue for much longer I think he will be able to smell my arousal.
My mind jumps to a different thought, one that is like a bucket of ice cold water. “What about your wife, we can’t do this,” I stop my grinding and look away, shame washing over me.
“Open marriage,” he replies simply, forcing me to look at him again. He grabs my chin, pulling me forward. “I can fuck you if I want it, and believe me pet, I want it,” he growls.
“But…” I start again, but he silences me when he pulls up one of his eyebrows in a silent demand.
“You are going to do as I say, or you will be punished and I will make sure that you don’t like your punishment. Understood, pet?”
“Yes,” I answer, ready for what is about to come. Excited about getting finally getting fucked again. The last time was with Harry and it was good, but this is going to be on a whole other level.
“Yes, what,” he snaps, lowering his hand from my chin to my throat. He isn’t squeezing or pressing down hard, but I can feel the pressure, the threat that he can do it.
“Yes, Sir?” I try, watching his reaction. His eyes soften and the smirk comes back in full force.
“Good girl,” he praises and I drop my head back as I whimper softly.
I watch him from underneath my eyelashes. He raises the cane, smiling wickedly as the soft lighting in the library catches on a wet spot, near the top. As he holds up the wood to his nose, his eyes fall closed and he hums. Everything happens fast, his eyes open, blazing with desire, he twists the cane, the snake is facing up. He hits my leg, not to hurt me, but to open up my legs. With the teeth of the snake he catches the fabric of the thights and pulls, ripping open the crotch.
I moan, loving the sensation of air reaching my wet panties. He leans the cane against the bookcase, grabbing both my wrist in his hand and pulling them above my head. Stretching me out and I feel the magic swirl around them. He lets go and I am unable to move my hands, they are stuck to the shelf. The use of wandless and wordless magic is difficult and makes it so much hotter. I buck my hips, completely at his mercy and I want it.
“Please, touch me,” I beg whimpering.
He lays one finger against my throat, he is not touching me anywhere else and I can’t reach for him. “I am, now what?”
“More,” I demand.
“Where,” he asks as his finger starts to lower, trailing over my collarbone.
“Lower,” I buck my hips. His finger trials to the swells of my breast, just moving over it, nothing more, but it is driving me mad. I push my chest forward, wanting him to touch my breast, using both his hands. “Fuck,” I growl. “Just fucking use your hands,” I moan, frustration clearly taking over.
He raises a brow. “Is that how you talk to your superiors? Would you take that tone with one of your Professors?” he asks.
“Professors, don’t do such things with students,” I grit out, pushing away all the teenage fantasies I had about a certain Professor.
He chuckles. “If I were your Professor I could give you extra credits or house points for this.”
I roll my eyes. “As if I need extra credits, I am top of the class in every class,” I tell him.
“Except potions,” sharing the knowledge that it changes week by week, and currently his son is above me.
“Only because he yelled the answer without waiting to be selected,” I huff.
He grabs my chin. “So feisty, you can always ask to be spanked, you don’t need to brat out to receive it.”
My eyes widen, but before I can respond he kisses me again. His other hand drops to my cunt, cupping it through my panties. I moan and grind against his hand as he lets his fingers trail over the wet fabric.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs against my lips. “I want to taste you,” he drops to his knees and pushes my legs open further.
He pushes my legs over his shoulder, making me practically sit on him while his nose pressed against my core. He uses both hands to rip open the tights even further. Finally he moves my panties to the side and I hear him inhale deeply. There is no hesitation when he sucks on my clit, hard. I gasp, feeling desire shoot through my body.
He licks in short flicks over my clit, gradually working his way down to my opening and dipping inside of me. I shudder as he keeps changing, everything feels slightly different, but so good, as if small bursts of electricity spread out.
“Are you going to come for Daddy?” he asks.
“Yes,” I moan.
He plunges two fingers inside of me, filling me up and at the same time he sucks on my clit. I scream, the force of the orgasm taking me by surprise, it is thundering through my limbs and I can feel the juices drip from my cunt. He doesn’t waste a drop and licks it up.
Before rising he kisses my thigh. “Such a good girl.” He presses his body against mine, letting me feel his muscles and the hardness of his cock. I look up at him, his mouth shimmering with my release and I can only lick my lips.
He dips his head, I can smell myself, before he kisses me. I open up for him, letting his tongue enter me, we taste amazing together. I need more and hook my leg around his hip, he grabs it, allowing me to wrap my other leg around him. He holds me as I grind my core against his hard cock, still covered in slacks and I am determined to leave a stain of my juices behind. I want to ruin his expensive trousers, claiming it as a reminder of this day.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moan between kisses.
“You want me to fuck you against a bookshelf, while you are tied up. Do you want my cock that badly, Hermione?” he nips along my jaw.
“Yes, please,” I beg. “Fuck me, Lucius.”
His hand is at my throat, this time squeezing as he glares at me.
“Daddy,” I choke, noticing my mistake. He releases me and I gasp for air, it took me more by surprise than that it hurt.
“Good girl,” he pulls on his belt, and I listen as he lowers his zipper. He pushes his cock against my core, still covered by his boxer briefs,
I drop my hand to feel him, I pull him free from the confinement of his briefs. He is huge, so much larger than I am used to. “So big,” I whisper. “I don’t know if it will fit,” I admit, still moving my hand up and down his shaft. It is not the length I worry about, but the width. The head is even thicker and I trace a vein with my finger.
“Don’t worry, we will make it fit,” he tells me and pulls my hand away, lining himself up. Before he tries to enter he swipes his cock through my folds, using my own juices as lube. “So wet and ready for me, pet.”
I whimper as I feel the head against my entrance, I want it, I want him to fuck me sensless, but I didn’t expect him to be this big. He tilts my head back, crashing his lips on mine while he pushes inside of me. I gasp as it feels like he is splitting me in half, but he remains inside of me, not moving and distracting me with his tongue. He kisses my cheek, kisses away the tears that escaped my eyes. He waits for me to be okay and ask him to continue.
“I’m not like the boys you had before,” he growls. “I know how to please a woman, make you come with a simple touch. Make you scream, cry, beg and moan for more.”
My body is adjusting to him, slowly I grind against him once more, getting used to the feeling. “Daddy,” I moan, when the only thing I can feel is desire pulsing from my cunt, through my whole body.
“What is your safe word, pet,” he bites and sucks on my lobe, waiting for my answer.
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Salazar, Merlin and Circe.
“Dumbledore,” I shudder, not with pleasure this time.
“Yes, that will work,” he nods before adding. “My cock just wants to shrivel up when I think of that man.”
I clench my cunt, making his smirk return. He starts to move, one hand next to mine, holding on to the shelf as he starts to pound into me. He presses his hip forward, creating friction against my clit. He shaved his public hair, but the stubble is scratching me and is a unique feeling.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I gasp. “Harder.”
He bites on a very sensitive point where my neck meets my shoulder, soothing the pain by sucking on it. I try to meet his thrusts, but I don't have a lot of freedom to move. I don’t recognise my own voice as I moan and beg for more. The orgasm is already building again, I clench around him, feeling every ridge of his cock. He pulls out almost completely and I whimper at the empty feeling.
“Don’t worry, pet, I never want to leave this tight little cunt,” he groans and pushes inside of me again. His other hand moves up to hold onto the shelf.
This is fucking, it is raw and delicious. The books rattle on the shelf as he pounds into me.
“Be a good girl, come for Daddy. Come on my cock, let me feel those juices drip over my cock and balls.”
His voice is pure sex, it is deep and raspy, his eyes are like molten steel. I’m so close, he pushes his hips more forward, increasing the rubbing on my clit. “Choke me,” I whimper, it falls off my lips.
He does, his large hand wraps around my throat and squeezes, just enough to make me feel the pressure. It is exactly what I need and after a few more trusts I clench around him, my body shuddering as the climax rises through my body. It is not an explosion like the last one, this is like a train, I start to feel it coming closer and closer, until it arrives and I lose all sense of my surroundings, only pleasure. I smack my head back against the bookcase, but I don’t even feel the pain, every muscle in my body contracts and all my focus is on the cock that is still driving inside of me. The head nudges against my g-spot, dragging out my orgasm. It feels like hours, but slowly I start to come around, my head is resting on his shoulder, he has slowed down, his hand no longer on my throat, but resting on my cheek. His thumb wipes away the tears.
I am covered in sweat, my breathing still too quick and I take a few big gulps of air, hoping to slow down my heart. My whole body tingles and feels heavy, my arms ache, I try to pull them out of the spell but it doesn’t work. He notices and touches my wrists, they fall around his shoulders.
I hum in appreciation as my arms start to feel normal again. “So good,” I tell him. “Fuck.”
He slams in harder. “We are not done yet,” he sucks on my throat and picks up his rhythm, grabbing my hips and moving me to meet his cock.
“Lean back and show Daddy that pretty face,” he demands and I follow it, leaning back and trusting him to not drop me. My eyelids feel heavy, but I force myself to watch him.
“Open your mouth,” he orders.
Without thinking I open my mouth and show him my tongue, leaning my head back more to give him the best view. In response he grips my hips tighter, his trusts becoming more frantic. He is hunting down his own release. Every few seconds I clench my cunt for him, I can hear his breathing stop every time I do it.
I beg for him to come, to fill me up and claim me. His eyes blaze as he stares at my face, he pulls me down and he stiffens, I can feel his cock jerk inside of me and start filling me. He comes with a growl, leaning forward and resting his forehead against mine.
It takes minutes for him to come back to his senses and he kisses me. Soft and gentle this time, opening my mouth and exploring each other. He is still strong enough to turn us around, he is now leaning against the bookcase and lets his body slide down, taking me with him. Not even removing his cock from me. We are sitting on the ground, I’m in his lap, still impaled by him, his cock not even softening.
I open my eyes and look around us, there are books scattered on the floor and I chuckle. He opens his eyes, raising one eyebrow in silent question. “You fucked the books off the shelf. I hope they are not damaged.”
“I wouldn’t care if they were,” he kisses my cheek sweetly.
We take a few minutes to rest and my mind is wandering. “Do you spend your whole day in the manor?” I ask.
“Not always, I have an office here, but I check in on our businesses or I am at the Ministry,” he answers, his fingers drawing circles on my thigh.
“Do you like your work?” I ask.
“Yes, I think you noticed that I like control,” he smirks and makes me chuckle as I nod. “If you are a good girl I will show you my office, if you want.”
“Do you want me to actually be good or is this an excuse to fuck me on your desk?” I smirk.
“There is that big mouth again,” he slaps my ass, but it is not hard or painful.
“I can show you how big it is,” I wink and get up.
Somehow I forgot he was still inside of me and that he just filled me up. His come drips out, falling on his slacks. My cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Fuck, sorry,” I mutter and quickly try to close my legs.
“Don’t,” he growls. “I like to see it dripping.” He reaches up, cupping my sex once more and mutters a spell, I don’t have to hear the spell as I can feel the effects happen. He cleans me, not only the outside but also on the inside. Something I didn’t know was possible. He presses a kiss to my public bone, nuzzling the trimmed hairs. He stands up and I watch as he pulls my dress back down over my ass, but doesn’t repair my tights. He pulls up his briefs, tucks himself back and zips up his slacks, not bothering with the button and reaches for his cane.
I suspected it, but he pulls his wand out of the top, waving it over the books and they move back to their spots on the shelves. He holds out his hand and I take it, he leads me back through the library and massive manor until he stops and opens a door. I step inside and it is exactly as I expected.
A big, dark mahogany desk, matching leather seats on both sides. Walls lined with shelves, everything neatly arranged. On the fireplace is a bowl of Floo Powder and bottles of Ogden’s Finest Firewhiskey.
He pours two tumblers with an inch on the liquid, handing me one. It is my first time trying this, normally I stick to Butterbeer, already knowing I am a lightweight. The liquid burns in my throat, making me cough and my eyes water. “How do you drink this stuff?” I squeak.
“You’ll get used to it. Soon you will feel warm and relaxed, you will like the feeling.”
I just nod and take a few sips of the burning drink as I walk through the room. It is not very personal, but also it suits him very much. There aren’t any pictures, but I read the titles of the books, they are all about politics and some about potions.
He sits down in his chair behind the desk and watches me, he has the drink in his hand, occasionally sipping it. I let my hand glide over the surfaces, feeling the smooth wood, the leather chairs and stop before another painting. It is done by a wizard, the painting is vibrant, a breeze moving through the long grasses. It is a nature scene, a big tree is swaying in the wind. I notice a pond behind it.
“It is my favorite spot on the grounds,” he tells me.
I turn around to face him, the hand that is not holding the tumbler is on his crotch and I notice the bulge beneath it.
“It is beautiful,” I tell him, finishing my drink while I walk towards him, keeping my eyes on him. He follows the movement as I swallow the drink. It still tastes awful, but I can feel the effects starting.
There is a perfect open spot on his desk, right in front of him and perfect for me to sit. I hop on the desk, while he remains silent and just watches me.
“Do you spend a lot of time here?” I ask, petting the desk.
He nods.
“Is it giving you Professor - Student vibes?” I continue.
Again he nods, his known smirk playing on his lips.
“How can I earn more credits, Daddy?” My voice is soft and so innocent.
He grabs the desk, just beside my hips, and pulls himself forward. I have to spread my legs to let him closer, I set my feet on the armrests and lean back.
“First,” he starts, his hands starting at my knees and slowly moving up, under my dress and ending at my ass. “I want to taste that cunt of yours, have your juices on my lips again. Second,” he pulls my thights and panties down, baring me completely. “You will suck my cock, make it even harder than before and if I tell you to impale yourself on it, you will do it. If you don’t, I will pick you up, bend you over this desk and spank you until your ass matches the colors of your house. Understood?”
My cunt is already clenching with the idea of getting punished, but first I want to come on his tongue again. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
“Speak up,” he growls and flicks against my clit with his finger, sending a shock through my body.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say loudly.
“Good girl, now spread wide.”
I do as I am told, letting my legs fall open and reveal my wet slit to him. He inhales deeply before burying his face in my folds, licking every part he can reach. Kissing, sucking, licking and even grazing his teeth over my sensitive, swollen, little bundle of nerves.
I dare to touch him, to let my hands comb through his long pale hair, pulling him closer to me. His tongue dips inside, before he leans back. He holds up two fingers and even without asking I take them in my mouth, sucking on them. All too soon he pulls them back and using his other hand he pushes me back, I lean on my elbows as he starts licking me again. His fingers fill me again, curling them slightly and hitting my g-spot again.
My mouth falls open as I call out all the founders of Hogwarts, silently begging for release of this sweet torture.
“Come for Daddy,” he orders as he nips at my clit, sending me over the edge.
“Oh my fucking God,” I scream as I pull on his hair, grinding against his tongue and riding out my orgasm.
I let go and fall back on the desk, trying to catch my breath as my body stops trembling.
“So tempting,” he mutters between kisses from my thigh to my knee. “I could fuck that pretty cunt like this, but I want those pouting lips wrapped around my cock. Watch you as you are on your knees for me, taking my cock in all the way.”
I can’t form a sentence in response, my mind is scrambling and still dazed by the climax. He massages my thighs as I find my barings again.
I slowly lift my body, using my feet to push his chair away. “What if I don’t want to?” I ask, raising one brow.
“Then I would clean you up and get you back to school,” he answers politely.
“What if I don’t want to, with the reason to let you suffer and think more about me. Every time you sit here, you will fantasize about it.”
“Are you trying to get punished?” he smirks.
“Maybe, maybe not. That is the question,” I spread my legs further, smelling my own arousal.
He inhales deeply, I watch his cock twitch in his slacks. I suck on my bottom lip, making it even more plumb before sinking my teeth in it. His eyes are blown wide as he watches every movement I make.
“Do you like sucking on a cock, pet?” his voice deep.
“Yes, Daddy,” I smirk.
He stands up, pulling me off the desk by my shoulder, pushing me to the ground. “Suck,” he demands.
I’m eager to follow his command, opening his zipper and pulling his slacks and boxer briefs down in one movement. His cock jumps out, almost hitting me in the face. It hovers right in front of my face and I stick out my tongue, just barely touching the head. I give him small licks and kisses all over his hard cock.
A small drop is already glistening on the tip, I open my mouth wide, look up. Nothing of his cock touches my mouth, I am not stimulating him, only moving my head back and forth. He grips my hair, trying to take over the control, desperate for the feeling of my warm mouth around him, but I pull away from his cock, not ready to give up my bratting.
“Suck, Hermione, or else you will regret it,” he threatens.
I close my mouth and he wipes his cock over my lips, but I refuse to open, all the while I am smirking up at him.
“That’s it,” he growls, pulling me up, roughly turning me around and pushing up my dress. He kicks my feet, making me stand wider for him and bending over his desk. One hand is between my shoulderblades, keeping me down. For a moment he grinds his hard cock over my ass, spreading around his come.
“Brat,” he growls as he pushes something cold against my core.
I squirm and try to get away from it, but he pushes it even harder against me and I recognise the form, it is the snake from his cane.
“You didn’t think I would just spank you with my hand, pet. It is a punishment and you are going to count for me.”
He steps away from me, the only contact is his hand pushing me down and keeping me in place. The snake is gone from my core and the only thing I can think about is which end of the cane he will use.
“Do you remember your safe word,” he asks and I do. “Good girl.”
The sting spreads out over my ass as the stick makes contact with my skin. It is just the wooden side and he doesn’t spank very hard, the wood is enough sensation.
“One,” I moan as the stinging turns into tingling and warmth.
With the length of the cane he can hit both cheeks, probably creating red lines all over my ass. The next three hits follow each other up quickly. Making the tingling even intenser. I’m getting so wet and he knows it.
He dips his fingers in my cunt, just for a second and wipes it on my ass. Massaging the sting away, getting me ready for the next hit. I even push my ass in his hands, showing him I’m ready. This time he doesn’t use the cane, but his flat, spread out hand, quickly hitting both cheeks. I cry out as I can feel the burning in the form of his hand spread out.
“Five,” I count for him.
“Only one more, can you handle that, pet?” he asks, rubbing the pain away only leaving the warmth in the form of his handprint behind.
“Yes, Daddy,” I tell him, mentally preparing myself for the last one.
He checks me again, fingers sliding easily inside my cunt, pumping a few times until I moan and clench around him. Everything goes quickly as he removes his fingers and a new sting forms on my ass, different from all those before. There is a bite of sharper pain on my right cheek. It is colder and the pain doesn’t spread out.
He lifts the cane from my ass and I can feel the teeth of the snake pull out of my ass. I am shocked, he actually used the snake on me and the teeth are sharp enough to pierce through my skin. I feel the blood form and slowly drip down, but before it can go far he wipes it over my ass.
“You marked my library with your desire, I mark you,” he growls.
I am stunned by my own reaction, I am getting even hornier. I want to pleasure him even more than before. He feels that I want to get up and he lets me. Within seconds I am on my knees in front of him, taking his weeping head into my mouth, tasting his come and sucking. Using my hand to massage his balls.
His hand grips my hair, holding my head steady as he starts to trust inside my mouth. He is fucking my mouth, hard and deep, it takes a few tries before I can breath through my nose and have him all the way. He angles my head so I can look up at him.
“Good girl,” he praises as tears gather in my eyes, trying not to let them fall. “So pretty,” he pulls back, giving me some time to catch my breath before continuing.
I hollow my cheeks and he moans. “Sweet, fucking, Salazar!”
He pulls out of my mouth, pulling me up again and pushing me over the desk. He doesn’t waste a second as he spreads my legs and pushes inside of me. His cock slides in without difficulty, both very wet. Each time he slams into me I can feel an extra shock shooting through my body as he touches the puncture wounds.
He pulls me back slightly, just enough to be able to reach around my body and circle my clit. I cry out, trembling as the next climax is coming soon.
“Come for me, pet,” he leans over me, biting my shoulder, pulling me back and deeper on his cock.
“Please!” I beg. “Merlin! Daddy!” I shout as the coil inside me is getting tighter and tigher.
“Come,” he moans in my ear and slams me, sending me over the edge, the coil snapping.
I arch my back, squeeze his cock harder than ever before as the orgasm washes over me. Wave after wave and I feel him jerk inside me again, filling me up. His hand leaves a bruise on my hip as the other keeps circling my clit, extending my orgasm with another wave.
I drop my head to the desk, catching my breath. He pulls out and sits down in his chair, watching as the cum drips out of me, on my panties and thights, that are still wrapped around my ankles.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he murmurs and kisses my ass, over the two small puncture wounds.
I know I am able to heal them when I am back at school, but I won’t. The two little points will hopefully leave a scar and keep this memory alive.
I turn around and kiss him, my knee between his spread legs and leaning onto him. “Thank you,” I wink. “I should get back.”
He sends a cleaning charm over my whole body and pulls the wrinkles from my dress. I use a quick Reparo on my tights as I pull them up again, along with my dry panties. He tucks himself back into his slacks, using the same charms on himself, but one specific stain is not getting out, already dried into the fabric.
As we walk out of his office and I walk next to him back to the foyer, he pats my ass cheek, sending new sparks through my body and I know, when I am back at Hogwarts I am going to take a long, warm shower and make myself come on the memories of the day.
“Thank you, Hermione,” he kisses my cheek sweetly. “I still want to give you a better tour of the Malfoy Library, you can contact me anytime you want.”
“Thank you, Lucius,” I wink. “I might want to take you up on that.”
I turn around, grabbing the Floo Powder.
“Oh, before I forget,” he stops me from walking away. He draws his wand from the cane and touches my lower belly. Heat spreads through me. “Can’t be safe enough,” he smirks.
“Bye, Lucius,” I smile and step into the green flames.