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"So stubborn," he whispered, warm breath ghosting across her skin, "you can't even admit to yourself that you want to be my willing little slut."
Hermione shivered, but remained dutifully silent.
"I bet I could get you off like this. With my words," he sighed, lowering himself onto his elbows above her mound, "I could tell you how I want to drink you dry. All the things I'm going to do to you. How I'm going to bend you over and fuck you until all that's in that pretty little head is my name and the feeling of me inside you. And I might..."
She tried not to whimper or struggle against the handkerchief that bound her wrists to the headboard. They had been at this for nearly an hour.
"I might tell you all about how I'll take those two beautiful nipples, one after the other, and suck... but you wouldn't like that would you..."
Please, she thought, biting her lip. She wanted to win their little game badly, but he was making it just so...
"I wouldn't know... since you won't... use. your. words," Draco whispered, "do you want me to fuck you? You want me inside you? Of course you do. I see it in your eyes. But I'm not a mind reader, love. Speak."
She shook her head, squirming against her bonds, seeking any sort of friction. A frustrated whimper slipped past her lips.
"Ah, nearly there, love. I almost heard you," he said, his breath ghosting her throbbing clit but refusing to surrender the pressure she so desperately needed.
Stubbornly, Hermione kept her mouth sealed, but she was aching. Clenching on air.
"Come on, love. Tell me. Tell me how badly you want me. How you need to be my good little girl and let me pump you full. All. The way. To the brim," his mouth was dangerously close to her pussy now, "I know it's true. You're dripping for me. Such a pretty little mess, sitting in a puddle you made just for me. I can't wait to clean you up."
Draco's voice was a low growl, and she could feel every breath hard and hot against her sensitive flesh. His platinum blonde hair shone in the moonlight that slatted through the tiny gap in the drapes. She wanted to reach down and grab it. His control was growing weaker, but Hermione's was nearly shattered.
She was writhing, wishing that he would just touch her. Just the slightest brush of his fingers or his lips or his tongue. In her current state, even his long, freakishly perfect eyelashes might have sent her over the edge.
Tiny little whimpers were spewing from her mouth, the handkerchief digging into her skin as she tried to twist free.
"That's it, love. Tell me how badly you want me," the Malfoy heir whispered, lips a hairsbreadth from her cunt, "speak, princess."
"Please," she whimpered, in a rush of exhilarating defeat, "Please, Draco
"Please, what?"
When he looked up at her, his grey eyes were nearly black with arousal, pearly white teeth bared in what might have passed for a grin.
"Please, fuck me," she whined, trying to squeeze her thighs together.
His wide shoulders, slotted between her legs, prevented this.
"Oh, darling. You only needed to ask," he smirked, and then attacked her pussy with vigor.
He devoured her like he hadn't eaten in months. She was on fire, sobbing out a broken moan.
His tongue was like magic in a league all its own, licking a stripe down each of her lips, circling around her clit, dipping into her opening and sliding back up again. It was like a dance, and Hermione was lost in the rhythm, grinding against his face, seeking more, more, more.
"Still, princess," Draco pressed her hips down with one strong arm, never pulling his mouth away from her, "let me taste you."
She groaned, biting her lip. He was fucking his tongue into her cunt in earnest, lapping up the mess he'd dredged out of her. It wasn't enough. Even when he masterfully swirled his tongue inside her, she wasn't satisfied. But it was perfect. Hermione reveled in the heady squelch of her own slick as he laved into her. She imagined how his face must be covered with her.
Draco was too good at this. His words, his mouth. It was unbearably good. He worshiped her with the same tongue that had once slandered her very name. He was teetering her along a knife's edge, wound up, but never tight enough to snap. He took her clit between his lips and sucked, hard. She whimpered.
"That's my good girl. So needy for me," he cooed, almost unintelligible as he pressed soft kisses against her, "I live for this. For you. Just like this."
He lapped at her, drinking in her very essence, til she was knocking on pleasure's door, on the brink of something extraordinary. Then, he dragged his tongue from her entrance, over her clit, and to the dip of her hip, leaving her bereft. Aching.
"Please," Hermione gasped, thinking she might burst into tears, "please don't stop, Draco. Please. Please. Please."
"So she speaks," he smirked, lowering his mouth to her left hip and biting sharply, so that he was sure to leave a bruise.
She whined, pain and pleasure searing through her.
"Maybe next time, you'll be my good girl. You'll tell me what you need," he moved to her right hip, leaving a matching mark, "let me please you."
He moved down to her upper thigh, biting there too. Hermione groaned, bucking upward.
"Let me take care of you," he bit her other thigh, leaving her practically tingling with need, "brat."
"Only- only for-" she was gasping, voice hoarse and broken, "only a brat for- for you."
Draco groaned against the skin of her lower stomach, biting there too, "only for me."
"Please, I need you," she whimpered as he ducked his head low, near her mound.
"I know, love," he whispered against her clit, gently pressing a kiss to it.
Then another. And another. Then his tongue. He was building her back up again. Slipping one long finger into her sopping wet cunt. She nearly fell apart at the intrusion, but Draco held entirely still, ensuring that she teetered on the brink, before tumbling right back down the wrong side.
"Should I make you cum like this," he asked, working a second finger in ever so slowly, "on my fingers and my tongue."
She was so close to her orgasm, she could taste it.
"Answer me, princess," Draco said sternly, pressing his finger tips into that spongy place inside her.
Hermione yelped, seeing stars.
"Tell me what you want," his voice held a note of warning, but Hermione could only moan as he circled his fingers inside, expertly working her open.
Then she was empty, and a sharp, stinging slap landed on her exposed clit. Hermione cried out.
"Colors," Draco said through gritted teeth, hand poised for another strike.
"Green! Fuck! Green. Do that again," she gasped. He obliged.
He raised his hand and brought it down with force, his palm slapping painfully against her slit.
"When I- tell you- to answer me- you- fucking- answer," he punctuated each pause with a hard slap between her spread legs.
She was writhing, tears streaming down her face. It was nearly too much. She felt hot and sore, but it was glorious. She spread her thighs wider, inviting more. Three more times, Draco slapped her cunt. She groaned, gasping for air.
Then he was kissing her, sweet and gently on the mouth, his hand pressed between her legs, covering the redness that he had created. She whimpered as his weight pressed down on top of her.
"You're such a good girl for me," he sighed between their lips, "are you okay?"
"Yes," Hermione said shakily, wrapping her arms and legs around him, "If you're quite finished... I would like to cum now."
He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose, "you're learning. Good girl."
She shivered as Draco moved his hand and lined his cock against her entrance.
"How would you like to cum, darling," he whispered, his breath at the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
She whimpered, writhing, seeking friction. A gasp tore out of her when the head of his cock caught at her opening, nearly slipping inside, "like this."
"Ah... like this," he slipped just the very tip of his cock inside, groaning against her skin, "this can be arranged."
She nearly cried. He was teasing her, the head of his cock slipping in and out of Hermione's soaking cunt, making the most obscene wet noises she'd ever heard. Each time he would pull out of her, he'd circle around her clit. She was a wreck.
"N- not- oh fuck. Not like- like that," she whimpered, digging her nails into her palms.
She could feel Draco's control slipping. He bit down on her shoulder, his teeth digging painfully into the skin as he continued to tease. She keened.
"But darling... this is what you asked for," he gritted out, kissing the bite mark that he'd left behind, "unless... I was mistaken? Shit, Granger- what do you want?"
He knew. Of course he knew. He was shaking now, over her. Hermione wondered how long he could keep up this little game. Once more his cock dragged out of her entrance, and she was ready to sob, beg, and plead.
"Draco, fuck me."
"But," he circled her clit with a bit more force, dragging his cock across it, "I am fucking you."
"Bastard, you know what I mean," she groaned out, frustrated tears pricking at her eyes.
"I might... but," he smirked, allowed the tip of his cock to rest against her entrance, not moving, "to be sure... you'll have to tell me. In exact detail. What it is that you want."
She was ready to explode if she didn't cum soon.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy," she said sharply, trying, and failing, not to sound too desperate, "I need you inside me. I want you to fuck me hard and make me cum. Please just- oh!"
He slid into her with one slow, smooth thrust, not stopping until he was fully seated. She felt her wetness dribbling down between them, sure to leave a puddle of slick for them to clean later.
"You feel so good around me, princess," he groaned into her hair, kissing the top of her head, "let me just-"
She was twitching, tiny mewls slipping out of her mouth. She wished she could take her hands and press him deeper, but they were still firmly tied above her head.
"Please move," Hermione said, using the only tool available to her, "please fuck me."
He pulled out slowly, and for one heart stopping moment, She thought he would move away. Then he was sliding back in, slow and measured. The next thrust was a little faster, and the one after that a little more so. He pressed himself as deep as he could go, every time, forcing tears from her eyes.
He was fucking her fast, a thumb pressed against her clit between them, circling it quickly. Hermione was going to cum, she could feel it. Tingling at the base of her spine, behind her navel, at the back of her neck. She was clenching down around him and all it would take would be one more thrust, just right against her-
He stopped, pulling out altogether, and she let out a sob.
"What the fuck," She whimpered, voice garbled, "please. I need it. I need it, Draco. Please."
"Shhh, love," Draco whispered, gently turning her over and propping her up on her knees, arms twisted haphazardly by her bonds, "I couldn't resist edging you once more. You're so needy for me like this, darling. Desperate. Just how I like you."
He licked a stripe from clit to entrance, and she nearly fell apart.
"Fuck you," she groaned, face buried in her pillow.
"That's sort of the point, love," he said, lining himself up once more, sliding in, "fuck."
He began pounding into her with no preamble, a hand finding her hair and pulling it hard so that she was looking up into his eyes. He looked feral. Beautiful.
Her body was singing, his cock stretching her incredibly. She was crying, moaning, begging. She was nearly ready to cum.
He thrust hard against her g-spot, fingers pinching her clit hard, and she shattered. She became a whimpering mess, still impaled on him. He spit into her mouth, and let it dribble down her chin. She swallowed, sobbing as he gave a sharp tug at her hair and then released it, letting her fall bonelessly onto the pillow.
The fabric made it difficult to breathe but she couldn't find the strength to move. He was still thrusting into her hard and fast and deep. So deep. And it was so, so good.
He landed a hard slap against her ass, on the right, and then the left. She whined.
She felt so overstimulated and overstuffed, and so impossibly wet. She could feel it dripping down her thighs, nearly to her knees. She groaned when Draco grabbed both hips and dragged her back onto him, pulling himself impossibly deeper.
He did it again and again, so that she thought he would split her in two.
"You're so good for me. So so good. My good little girl. Gonna fill you up so good. Pump you all full of my cum," he groaned pressing her shoulders down toward the bed.
She was light headed with lack of oxygen, and nearness to her orgasm.
"You're taking it so well. You're so so good. So good for me. You're my good girl, yeah. My good girl. Mine."
She fell apart again, squeezing the pillow between her teeth. She screamed out, incoherent nothings lost in the sound of Draco and Hermione. She was gasping, pulling in not nearly enough air, and he was spilling inside of her with a ragged groan. She could feel him shooting thick ropes of cum inside of her cunt, thrusting weakly into her.
He collapsed onto her with his full weight, forcing her to straighten her legs and lie flat.
"So good for me, Mi," Draco pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, reaching up and deftly untying the handkerchief and allowing her arms to drop down.
She moaned softly, her arms tingling as circulation began to return. She pressed back against him gently, her face still buried in the pillow, him still buried inside her.
"Draco, you're crushing me," she warbled, barely intelligible through her raw voice and the pillowcase.
"Sorry, love," he chuckled, pushing himself up on his arms and pulling out of her.
She rolled onto her back, sluggish and sated, sweat slicking her skin. He lowered himself to the bed beside her, and took each of her wrists in his hands in turn, massaging them gently with deft fingers.
When he was satisfied with them, he brought each one to his lips and kissed it gently.
"I hope you know, I'm never telling you what I want again, after this," she giggled.
He mocked a stern look, "hmm... I suppose we'll need another lesson then."