Fic: Firsts (Draco/Hermione) by inspired_ideas & ldymusyc

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Title: Firsts
Author: Inspire inspired_ideas and Musyc ldymusyc
Pairing/Character(s): Draco Malfoy / Hermione Granger
Rating: R
Contains: Kissing; spanking; leather boots, cuffs and collar; nudity, language.
Word count: ~8,000
Summary: After the first time Draco meets her parents, Hermione's ready for his hand to meet her bum.
Author notes: We had far too much fun co-writing this. :D


They all parted after dinner, Hermione's parents to return home, while Hermione and Draco headed toward the nearby park where it would be safe to Apparate to their hotel. The four of them would be meeting again the day after tomorrow when Hermione hoped their sleep schedule would have evened out enough that they'd be in sync with Sydney time. She was anxious for her parents and boyfriend to really become acquainted, but she'd been smart enough to limit the first dose to a couple hours. When they'd turned the corner out of sight, Hermione tugged Draco into a little alcove at the door of a closed office building. She couldn't wait until they were back at their hotel. She drew his head down and kissed him softly. "Thank you, Malfoy. You were magnificent.”

Draco had behaved himself to the best of his abilities. When he needed to be on good behavior, he was very good at it, even around Muggles, and charming society women was one of the skills he'd learned at a very young age. He chatted pleasantly with Hermione's mother about various things, spoke with knowledge about the wines and curiosity about Australia's vineyards, mentioned his own mother's hunt for some rare orchids, and generally did his best not to look like a former member of an evil organization hell-bent on wiping Muggle-borns from the map. He thought it had worked well enough. Granger's mother certainly seemed to have an approving look in her eyes when they said their farewells. Winning over the mother was always a good step, because she'd be an ally to winning over the father and it was obvious the father would be hard won.

Draco looked at Hermione with some surprise when she drew him into the alcove, then purred as she tugged his head down. He slid his arms around her and returned her kiss, taking his time about it. "I was aiming for 'not completely git-like', really. I'll take magnificent, though." He raised his head and smiled at her, his fingers stroking at her spine. "Your parents are nice people. Didn't try to kick me under the table or stab me with a fork even once."

He took his time kissing her and as there weren't many people about, Hermione relaxed and simply enjoyed it. "You were 'not completely git-like' as well," she laughed. "No, no stabbing but I was a little worried about your hand when my father shook it. He didn't hurt you, did he?" She was sort of hoping he might like to use that hand on her bottom later. She dipped her head and blushed realizing she'd said that out loud.

"Nah, I've had worse. Your dad has a good grip, though excuse me?" Draco blinked down at his girlfriend, making certain that he'd heard just what he thought he'd heard. "Oh, really."

He glanced out of the alcove to check that they weren't visible, then edged her backwards until she was up against the wall, trapped between his hands. "Miss Granger, you intrigue me. Lucky for you, I'm in a mood to be generous. Have you been a good witch?"

"Oh, god," Hermione whimpered. He was driving her wild already. When he pinned her against the wall, Hermione clutched at him.

He bent to purr against her ear, with a deep breath of her almond scent from her favorite soap. "You're definitely a sexy witch tonight."

Hermione swallowed hard and looked up when his voice got all husky. "I was aiming for 'you arouse and excite me', really," she said, mimicking his words from earlier. "I'll take intriguing, though. Especially if you're being generous. I'm not at all sleepy. I thought perhaps if we wear each other out, we'd end up on a fairly normal sleep schedule in a day or two so we wouldn't be out of sync our entire holiday." Hermione tilted her neck to give him better access to breathe her in. "I packed The Boots," she purred back, mentioning the sexy, leather thigh-high boots she'd had made for her to wear for him simply because sexy boots excited him.

"Arouse and excite me? Yes. Yes, I can agree to that." Draco shifted one hand off the wall and caressed her cheek, before gently hooking under her jaw to tip her head further. He nipped at her lobe and breathed down her neck to lick the spot just below her ear. "You excite me on a regular basis, woman." He shivered when she mentioned The Boots, and he pressed in closer, pinning her to the wall with his own body. "That's a very good witch, then. Clever, brilliant." Draco kissed her throat again, then raised his head and gave her a long look. "Right, then. Up to the hotel. Quickly."

"Can you take us? I'm a little foggy." She couldn't help it. When he looked at her like that and did things like use his body to pin her to the wall, she had a hard time focusing. Splinching while trying to get to the hotel lobby was not conducive to a night of passion.

Draco grinned and laughed deep in his throat. He loved it when he could make her knees buckle like that. She made his mind go fuzzy often enough; it was only fair that he have the chance to return the favor. He drew her away from the wall, pulling her into his arms. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the hotel's lobby and the proper Apparition point. Just as as he turned to disappear, he tugged her full up against him, deliberately lifting her to her toes.

They spun to a halt and Draco steadied himself, not releasing her until he was certain they'd arrived in one piece. His mind seemed more hazed than usual and he blamed it on the woman in his grasp. Not, he told himself, that it was really blame. More like intense appreciation. "Room," he muttered, letting his voice drop into that growl she loved. "Up to the room. Do not disturb sign, right this minute."

Hermione gasped just as the Apparition stole her breath away as well. He was manhandling her and she loved it. His growled out directions that had her knickers growing damp. "Yes," she whispered. Had they been alone, she might have risked adding 'master' to the end of that but she wasn't comfortable going that far when other people were about, even if they couldn't hear.

Hermione didn't talk much on the way up to their room. She was already imagining things they might do together. By the time they reached their door, Hermione was practically vibrating with arousal. She handed him the 'do not disturb' sign for their door and watched as he engaged the lock.

Only the thought that he might disturb the other hotel guests kept him from slamming the door shut behind them. Draco jerked the knot loose in his tie and rolled up his sleeves, eying Granger as he thought about his options. He smiled slowly, picking the first one. "Change clothes," he said, nodding at her. "I don't want to ruin that dress. Going to have a quick smoke before we get started." He crossed to the balcony and slid open the door, then stopped on the threshold and glanced over his shoulder. "Oh, and whatever you put on had best not involve any knickers. Want you completely accessible, woman. When you've finished with that, make sure we're ... Silenced."

Heavens, he was sexy. Hermione had been busy watching him cross their room to the balcony and hadn't asked at first what he wanted her to change into. When he turned and told her she'd best not wear knickers, she knew what to do. She nodded, "Yes, Master, " she tried it on for size and decided it was like swearing. Perfect for some occasions, even if it wasn't appropriate at other times. He'd told her that he'd like it if she'd call him ‘Master’ when they played their game and Hermione didn't see any reason not to honor the request as long that was the only time he expected it of her.

Hermione took a deep breath and went about collecting what she needed. She decided to change in the bath so she could surprise him. She removed everything, hanging her dress on the back of the door so it wouldn't be ruined. Hermione pulled on The Boots first. Even if she hadn't already been in the mood for play, she was fairly certain these boots would have put her there.

Opening the box of new accessories she'd picked up before they'd left Britain, Hermione thought for a moment before nodding and slipping on the wrist cuffs. The leather and the clasps matched The Boots. They could be fastened to each other, although Hermione wasn't sure she was ready to try that yet, although she might be. Even if Malfoy didn't connect the cuffs, she thought they looked pretty with the boots. There was even a matching collar, the leather crafter had made for her, although she'd not asked for one. The man had told her he'd had a feeling she and Mr. Malfoy might have fun with that too and it was no bother while he was making the cuffs anyway. Hermione was sure it wasn't; she and Draco were swiftly becoming excellent customers as they started exploring their mutual interest in this sort of thing.

Debating whether or not to put on the collar, she decided it should be up to Draco, particularly since he'd probably enjoy buckling her into it given the way he'd eyed a choker she wore when they went dancing last week. Once she was ready, Hermione donned a short dressing gown over The Boots and cuffs, then tucked the collar into the pocket. Picking up her wand, she left the bathroom and took care of adding the privacy spells he asked for. She was turning down the bed when Draco came back inside. Hermione immediately stopped what she was doing and turned to face him. "Shall I remove my robe?"

Draco had concentrated on his cigarette, forcing it to clear his head as he tried to fight back his growing arousal. Granger's quiet 'Master' had stirred his blood so quickly that he was surprised he hadn't fallen over from dizziness. He did enjoy hearing that from her, enjoyed it immensely. Knowing that she was giving up control to him, that her pleasure was entirely in his hands, made him so excited that it was difficult to think past it. He finished his smoke and chewed a mint as he stepped back inside and locked the balcony door behind him.

His eyes locked immediately on his girlfriend's legs, on those beautiful, gorgeous boots. He still couldn't get over that she'd had those made for him, that she'd been willing to indulge him like that. It thrilled him. He stared at her for a moment, rubbing his hand over his mouth to disguise the fact that his jaw had dropped at seeing her. "So fucking lucky," he murmured, not even realizing that was out loud. He pulled a chair around and sprawled into it, pointing between his knees. "Yes, you shall, witch."

Draco’s gesture seemed to her to be a command to come stand in front of him first, so she did. Hermione reached for the sash of her robe and pulled the bow, letting it fall open. It was still mostly covering her when she let it fall off her shoulders to her elbows. She reached into the pocket and drew out the collar before letting her robe drop completely to the floor. "I would willingly wear one for you, Master," Hermione said, standing before him in nothing but The Boots and cuffs, as she held out the leather collar with the dragon clasp to him. "If it would please you, that is." She thought it might. Hoped it might. For the more Hermione thought about it, the more excited she became.

Draco's eyes hooded as he watched her, those boots drawing his eyes like nothing else. She truly did have fantastic legs, and an even better arse, and really, there wasn't any part of her that he thought was anything less than absolutely beautiful even if she felt she was rather plain. He bit his lip to stifle a curse when she dropped the robe and he finally noticed the cuffs on her wrists. That was an offer he hadn't expected, and he shifted in his seat as his cock responded. When she held the collar out to him, he didn't bother to stifle the next curse. His heart pounded so loud he was sure she could hear it, and Draco sat up, sliding his hands up her legs from knees to hips with his fingers catching and tugging at each clasp on The Boots. "It would please me, yes. Very much." He felt his temperature flare as he took the collar from her, the weight of the clasp drawing his attention. The dragon symbol made him purr. All his.

He leaned forward and kissed the hollow of her hip, flicking his tongue out to taste her before he moved back to give her room. "If you'd be so good as to kneel so I can reach," he said, glancing up at her. His voice shook, just a little.

Hermione shivered. She loved when he looked at her that way. When he swore as she offered him the collar, she could feel her nipples tightening in response. She watched him closely, not wanting to miss anything as he stroked The Boots and tugged on the clasps. Draco's mouth on her skin made her burn and shiver at the same time. "Yes, Master," she said as she knelt in front of him. Hermione felt herself blush, but she couldn't look away. She'd always enjoyed watching him, but she especially enjoyed it when he was like this. Her blood was racing already. "I want this, Draco," she said softly. "Make me yours, Master. Please." She liked belonging to him and him belonging to her.

Draco draped the collar over his thigh and waited for her to move into position. He could hardly breathe, and almost didn't want to, as if the act would dispel whatever dream he was in. Nothing could force him to give up this. His glorious, beautiful Granger. He cupped her cheeks and drew his fingers down the line of her jaw, murmuring small compliments to her. Her blush sent the corners of his mouth curling in a dark smile. "All alone, sweetheart," he said, stroking his thumb across her lips. "All mine."

Hermione trembled a little as he touched her face. The smile he gave her before he dragged his thumb along her lips left her breathless. "Yours," she managed to breathe out in reply. Her tummy swooped a little in anticipation. Playing with power and giving hers up to him was a heady feeling. She was normally so focused and in control. In turning the control over to him, Hermione hoped she'd be free to simply feel.

He reached down and took her arms, pulling them up with his fingers hooked in the cuffs. He settled her hands on his wide-spread knees and tapped her leg with one foot. "Open up," he said as he picked up the collar. "As wide as you can handle." He enjoyed seeing her spread for him, but didn't want her to overstretch herself in her efforts. Pain should be a spice to the pleasure, not a distraction.

Hermione thought she'd drown in pleasure before they really even got started. She'd learned that this game was intensely psychological as well as physical for her. It was a little frightening and so very arousing. When Draco told her as wide as she could handle, she felt a bit of panic. Not because she couldn't do that or didn't want to, but because she needed to ask a question. Her need to clarify and ask too many questions had led to trouble the first time they tried this game. She didn't want that to happen again. "That's very wide, Master. I don't think I can keep my balance further than this.”

"As far as you can handle comfortably," he said, trying to clear up any confusion. He'd seen her eyes flash for just a moment, and didn't want a repeat of what had happened before, of the misunderstandings and upsets that had wrung them both out so much. "I know you're very limber and believe me, I enjoy that. Right now, I want you open, not wobbly."

She opened her legs very wide until she felt a little unsteady and brought them back in a tiny bit. Hermione wanted to be focused on him, not on having to maintain a precarious position. "Is this acceptable to you, Master?" Hopefully he wouldn't think she was trying to get out of doing as he'd said.

He held his breath as she moved and asked him if it was all right. All his air left him in an exhale that puffed his fringe out of his eyes and he nodded. "Yes. Yes, that's acceptable. More than acceptable. Perfect, love.”

Draco tipped her chin up and stroked her neck, feeling her pulse race under his fingers. He pushed her hair over her shoulders and settled the collar across the back of her neck. Gently, he drew the ends forward to fasten the dragon clasp. He could see a tremble in his fingers as he checked that he could slip them under the collar easily for her safety, and when he drew his hands away, his mouth went dry at the vision in front of him. From tip to toe, she wore his symbol, every part of her completely his. "God, you're ... stunning. I always thought I would like...." He shook his head, losing his grip on words, and touched her cheek. "I have dreamt of this."

Hermione closed her eyes to swim in the sensation of his touch as he placed the collar on her. "Heavens," she breathed out, trembling as he fastened it. The look on his face when she opened her eyes nearly undid her. Between his expression and his words, Hermione was drowning in him. When he touched her cheek, she pressed her face into his hand, too moved to trust her voice.

He twisted his hand to cup her cheek, fingers stroking back over her ear to run through her hair. He wasn't sure which of them had the most anticipatory look in their eyes, but if his expression was anything like hers, that collar had been a fantastic idea. Draco drew his hands down her arms to toy at the cuffs around her wrists. "Matched set," he murmured. "You had these made? Very forward thinking of you, love."

Hermione beamed at him in pleasure. She'd done it right this time. "I ordered the cuffs; the collar was presented along with them. I didn't think to order one. I wouldn't have known what to ask for, or what you would have wanted, if I had. I liked it as soon as I saw it though. I hoped you'd be pleased, Master." It matched the boots. It matched the cuffs. The tail of the dragon curled around like it did on the cuffs once the clasp was fastened to provide a finger hold or give him a way to restrain her. It was all wonderful and amazing to belong to him so obviously. It would be even more so if Draco decided to follow up on his idea to have matching clamps made for her. Hermione felt so many things at the moment that she knew she couldn't stop to analyze them all. She'd think about it later. Now, she only wanted to stay focused on him and on them.

He'd known since he'd first started having wet dreams that this sort of experience turned him on - or at least the fantasy of it had - but Hermione Granger had never struck him as the sort who would enjoy it. He'd never been happier to be wrong. Draco realized that was a lie. He had been happier to be wrong before. He'd been wrong all his life about her, and when he'd kissed her, he'd discovered how wrong, and had been thrilled about it. Thrilled about her. "I love you," he said quietly, and leaned down to kiss her. He left it light for only a moment, then sank his teeth into her lip and tugged. Making her squeak and writhe was one of his favorite games.

She loved him, too. Before she could reply he was kissing her. Hermione had just started to relax into the softness of it when he changed tactics and tugged on her lip causing a strangled moan to escape. She flexed her fingers against his trouser legs to keep from using them until Draco told her to. Waiting for his commands was part of the allure for her. Hermione loved the primal nature of surrendering to him. She followed him as far as she could as he tugged by leaning and stretching without moving her hands or legs. A small sound of disappointment escaped when he released her lip once he was out of her reach.

"My beautiful fairy tale princess," he murmured. Her fingers tensing against his legs made him hum in satisfaction, and he sat up. He leaned back in the chair and unknotted his tie, leaving it to dangle around his neck, then unfastened his belt and spread it open. He rubbed his cock through his trousers and kept his eyes on hers, loving the hungry look on her face. Knowing that she wanted this made it so much easier for him to let his desires have some play. He'd been careful at the beginning of their relationship, terrified of frightening her or hurting her, and now he was finding out that she needed him this way. It nearly made his heart burst from his own needs.

Draco hooked one finger in the dragon's tail on the collar and tugged gently, pulling her head closer to his lap. "Suck," he ordered, and tapped his groin. Sitting there, still fully dressed, while she was practically naked, exposed for him - it made his mind spin. "You can use your hands, too. Tell me you want to, and suck me."

Hermione watched him with hungry eyes. She felt her cunt clench and her fingers flex as he stroked himself over his trousers. She'd not even noticed she was licking her lips in anticipation. There was a flood of wetness when he pulled her head toward his cock and ordered her to suck him. "Yes. Yes, I want to. I want to taste you." Her fingers were already flying over the buttons of his fly. "Shall I remove these for you, Master?" she asked as the last of his buttons came free. Hermione wasn't sure if she was to suck him with the trousers on or without. She was afraid he might be uncomfortable with them the way they were but he'd made no move to lift his hips. She drew his cock out and swirled her tongue around the head while he decided.

"No, going to stay like this for a little bit." Draco's voice caught as her fingers worked at his trousers. He jerked his shirt-tails up, scrabbling the material out of her way. "Stay like this," he repeated. "Like the way it looks. When you're exposed and I'm not, it's good. Very good."

Hermione hummed around the head of his cock in agreement. It was a very powerful image. Her naked aside from the collar, cuffs and boots and him nearly completely dressed. It was very good. Or at least it was until she kept bumping into his trousers as she took him in further. She used her hands to hold the fabric more open instead of holding his cock in place. It was awkward but she thought she could manage.

He shifted to press his legs against her sides as she set to work. Her hair blocked his view, and Draco wrapped one hand in
it, pulling the thick mass to one side. He kept a loose grip, enough for her to feel it without jerking her head around, and smiled down at her. "You do such a fantastic job at that, woman. Sometimes I'll be at work and I'll just think about your mouth around my cock, and I'll have to go into the loo until I can calm down. Had more than one toss imagining it was your mouth instead of my hand, but this is so much better." He touched her neck, trailing his fingers over the collar. "Especially with these. Looks so decadent."

He slid his hand down her chest, angling to brush his fingers over her nipples, purring at how stiff they were. He tweaked one, knowing it would make her squirm and trusting her to be careful of her teeth regardless. "Still want to get those clamps made," he said as he played with her nipples with pinches and gentle tugs. "I know exactly what I want them to look like. Little silver dragons. Set their mouths open and clenched around your nipples, with long tails hanging down. Hooks on the ends for a chain or a pendant, maybe." He sucked in a deep breath as she hit an extra-sensitive spot on his cock. "Coat you in my mark, stake my claim," he growled.

Once he wrapped her hair up in his fist, she didn't find the scrape of his trousers against her face so distracting. Hermione pictured him tossing off thinking of her sucking him and groaned in delight. Hermione gasped when his fingers tugged her nipples. That had allowed his cock to slip in deeper and she was surprised that she didn't gag. Encouraged by that, Hermione tried to replicate it on her own as he talked about his plans for clamps. Hermione figured out how to take him deeper and apparently he liked it, or she hit a good spot as she swallowed him down, because he sucked in his breath and growled out his next words. Hermione shivered in response to the growl and the idea of clamps. Pushing her sensitive breasts into his hands, she continued to suck as she'd been told, working her hands so that she could hold down and open his trousers, yet keep him well positioned so she didn't have to close her legs to raise herself higher to reach him.

Draco grumbled and growled under his breath, losing the ability to talk for a few moments while Hermione worked. She took him deeper than usual and he had to fight with his instincts not to thrust up into her. It was tempting to just hold her still and fuck her mouth, but not from this angle. Not with the risk of choking her, and not when he had so many more plans. He rolled her nipples in his fingers and concentrated on her sucking for a few minutes before he gave her hair a short tug. "Enough. I don't want to come yet."

Hermione moaned when he gave her hair a tug. It was hard taking him deep like that from this angle, but she could already picture him laid out on the bed in the perfect position for more. She looked up at him with hot eyes and a wicked grin. It was obvious she was pleased with herself for learning something new. "Yes, Master," she purred.

The chair was deep and wide enough that he had plenty of room for the both of them, and he patted his thigh in invitation. "Come up here, woman. Want you up close while I have a think. There's so much I want to do to you that I can hardly decide where to start."

She climbed up into his lap, careful to arrange herself so her thighs were spread for him. "I’m not going anywhere and I'm all yours, Master." Hermione wanted to see his skin and she wanted him to spank her, and she wanted a great many other things. Most of all, Hermione wanted him to be the one to decide what he would allow her to have. It was fascinating just watching him make up his mind about what he wanted to do to her.

“Mmm, you read my mind. Just like that, precious." Draco smoothed his hands up her legs once she'd settled into position straddling his lap. He let his fingers catch on each of the clasps as he worked his way up to her hips. "By the way, the collar and cuffs? Brilliant. I love this entire ensemble here." He idly stroked her skin as he talked, touching her and praising her for both their pleasures. He could already tell he'd need several moments like this in their play, where he took a break from direct contact, or he'd wear himself out in orgasm before they were even close to done.

Hermione loved the way he touched her, ghosting his fingers over her skin here, dragging them firmly there, idle strokes that felt so, so good. She swayed.

"Put your hands up here," he said, gripping the loops on the cuffs to lift her hands to his shoulders and the back of the chair. "Grip on, so you don't fall over, love." Draco settled into the chair, leaning back to stare at her eyes. He slid his hands up her torso and cupped her breasts to toy with her nipples.

"Thank you, Master," she said grateful for the change. It made it easier to settle into what Draco was doing to her as he spoke. Hermione loved the way he was toying with her breasts. He tweaked and tugged without appearing to notice what he was doing, talking as casual as if they were curled up on the sofa to read together.

"You wanted a spanking tonight, as I recall. More than willing to do that. How do you want it? Tell me your fantasy."

"How?" she asked confused for a moment as she'd been mostly concentrating on the pull on her nipples.

He grinned at her as he rolled her nipples with his words. "This time I actually do want the full details, witch. Over my lap, on the bed, standing, on your stomach?" Draco slipped one hand down and between her thighs, pressing his hand against her folds. "God, you're wet. Details. Describe it to me so I can do it right for you."

"Oh... I... I'm not sure how to answer that, Master." It wasn't that she was reluctant to say. "There isn't really anything very specific, not yet, because we haven't really tried much of it for me to know what works. I've mostly been trying on different ideas and trying to work out what the sensations would be like. There is one thing I've been imagining, Master," she said as he slipped his hand between her legs. "That. You stopping to test how wet I am, that is always there. There's also you stopping on occasion and telling me how red my bottom is. Sometimes you want me to tell you what I want and you wait for me to beg for more spanking or for you to take me. Other times you touch, test and decide I need more or decide I need a rest. I almost always beg for more if you suggest a rest, just to keep you touching me."

He gave her nipples a harder twist and Hermione moaned. "There are all sorts of ways and all sorts of positions I've been thinking through. I haven't found one yet that I've settled on, Master." She doubted she would until after she really knew what it was like. "Could we try a few ways? Please? I promise to think very hard about it so I'll have a better answer for you next time." Hermione wanted to try spanking so much but part of trying for her was finding out what it was that she liked. Most of all, she didn't want him to be disappointed in her for not having a definite answer. She simply didn't know yet.

Draco listened to her intently, concentrating on what she said. This was something she very much wanted to try, that was clear, and he very much wanted to make certain that it went well. "That's fine," he said when she'd finished. "We can try a variety of ways. Experiment a bit. I just wanted to be sure that I wasn't going to accidentally put you in a position where it felt like punishment to you. It's supposed to feel good."

He stroked his fingers over her, probing into her folds and feeling his skin slick up rapidly. "You feel good," he said with a grin. "All hot and wet already. I love getting you into this state."

"I love when you make me this way, Master," she murmured back. "So good." Draco drew his hand free and licked it, sucking her taste off his fingers. Hermione watched his lids flutter as he stifled a groan. There wasn't a flavor in the world like aroused, excited girlfriend, and it was his favorite. He slumped in the chair, scooting forward a little, and gripped her hips to drag her a bit closer, until the head of his cock just teased against her curls. He slid one hand up her spine to press against her back for a little extra balance, then watched her eyes as he drew the other hand around to slap hard against her arse.

Hermione was looking down watching their bodies when he smacked her bum. She'd not been expecting him to do it in this position. "Fuck!" She exclaimed as her mouth rounded and her eyes went wide. "Heavens! Do that again." That had felt brilliant. It bumped her up against his cock at the same time it made her arse smart. Hermione hadn't even considered this position. Thank heavens for experimenting. "I mean, please, Master. May I have another, please?"

Draco laughed in pure, dark delight when she swore like that. The expression on her face was priceless. He loved getting her to the point where she lost control of even the smallest inhibitions. Stroking her bum gently, he purred up at her. "Clever witch likes that, yeah? Good. Pointy wizard likes it too."

"Yeah," she repeated as she closed her eyes for a moment and savored the sting.

He squeezed her cheek, getting a good grip on her. The movement rubbed his fingers together, and he hesitated, feeling metal against his knuckles. "Whoops," he muttered to himself, and he brought both hands around her to pull his rings off. "Not the sort of mark I want to leave on you," he told her, grinning as he dropped the rings onto the carpet next to the chair. While he was at it, he took the opportunity to press his cock down, guiding through her curls to push against her clit. He slapped her arse again, a little harder, and fought back a groan at her reaction.

She'd hardly felt his rings but she was pleased he'd worried about her. Those were the sorts of things she knew she could count on him to consider. When he smacked her bum this time, she'd been more prepared but that didn't stop the moan. "So good," especially with his cock like that. "It's brilliant, Master. More please and harder... maybe faster?" Yes, that would make it better. "Yes. Faster, closer together so I don't have time to think between. Please, Master?" The sting was wonderful, the feel of him even better than she thought. Now she wanted to ride the smacks and let them drive her wild if they could. Hermione was fairly certain they could. The feel went straight through her. Spanking was definitely wonderful so far.

Draco purred, rocking his hips to rub his cock over her clit each time he slapped her bum. He built up his rhythm gradually, watching the shifts in her expression with every smack. He wanted her writhing in pleasure and pain, not pain alone, but she seemed to be taking everything he gave her.

When Draco's hands came in contact with her bottom the next few times, it was harder and better than before. Hermione tossed her head back and squirmed against his cock with each smack. Hermione was breathing out obscenities and punctuating her words with groans, squeaks and other noises depending on where along her bum he smacked. She decided she liked those lower smacks best of all, although the middle ones were good too. The one that landed up too high, she hadn't liked at all, but he'd rubbed that one away quickly as soon as it fell. Hermione suspected she'd squirmed a little too much and threw off his aim.

He gave her a flutter of smacks, then rubbed her bum, feeling the heat of her skin under his palm. "Bet you're getting red," he told her, smiling. "We should take a look, don't you think?”

Her bottom felt very warm and Hermione was positive it was rosy. She nodded before finding her words, "Shall I stand and turn around or did you have something else in mind, Master? And may I have a kiss first, please?" Hermione's body was humming with arousal. She forgot to wait for instructions and dragged her short fingernails against his scalp at the back of his head, she was so hungry to touch him.

"I had in mind finding ourselves a mirror so you could see too, actually." Draco grinned, hearing his words a little stuttered around his attempts at breathing steadily. He was riding a wave of arousal nearly as strong as hers. He answered her question with a nod and tugged her head down.

"I couldn't focus enough to transfigure," she shivered as his cock twitched against her cunt, "a matchstick into a needle right now," Hermione rocked her hips in response, "let alone a mirror." He'd have to help her walk if he wanted her to manage more than a few steps.

"Thought we'd have room service rustle us up a nice standing mirror," he said. "We're paying for this hotel, I demand my needs to be met. Mirror and some drinks so we don't get dehydrated." He wrapped one arm around her back as her fingers scratched at his scalp, and he nipped her mouth in response. Draco slid his tongue across her lip, seeking entrance, and reached between her thighs with his free hand. Not for the first time, he blessed the length of his fingers as he slipped one into her, matching his tongue's actions. "Wet," he muttered, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. "So wet, sweetheart. And so hot. You're like liquid gold. Can't wait to fuck you later." He kissed her again, deeper, as he twisted his hand to slide another finger into her and probed to find just the right spot.

Hermione opened her mouth to him and played her tongue along his. His words, as his fingers slipped inside her, only added to her excitement. "Wet. Yours. All for you. Nyaah," a strangled sound escaped when he added a second finger and brushed along the bundle of nerves inside her. "I love spanking. I love The Boots. I lo...ve that," she said as his fingers brought her closer. "Love being yours," she said after another deep kiss that along with his fingering left her shuddering in the wake of an orgasm. Hermione buried her head in his neck to give herself a moment to recover as the tremors subsided.

Hermione was coming apart in his arms, and he couldn't focus on anything else. Draco clung to her as she shuddered and trembled
through her orgasm, his fingers moving gently to extend it as long as she could handle. When she collapsed against him, he cradled her head to his shoulder and slipped his hand under her hair to toy at the collar. She'd soaked his fingers as she came and he licked them clean, growling deep in his throat. "That's the first," he said, when it sounded like she'd regained some coherency. "Well done, witch."

"Master, may I please take off your clothes now?" It sounded rather petulant but she wanted to be able to feel his skin. Hermione loved the feel of their naked bodies against each other. Having him dressed while she wasn't was powerful from a visual angle but it felt off to her as she trembled against him. She had to keep fighting back the urge to attack his clothes and get them off of him. That may have been part of the point, she thought, but it didn't stop her from wanting contact with his skin. "I need to feel you, Draco. Please?"

He nodded at her, tapping her lower lip gently, and smiled. "How can any dragon turn down such a prettily made request from his damsel? If you can stand, you may undress me. Belt and tie by the bed for later. Oh, and wands. I have a couple of ideas." He held his hands wide, smirking at her. She was probably going to feel every spank again as soon as she started moving. He rather looked forward to that, because he wasn't finished with it yet.

Hermione whimpered when he told her to put his belt and tie aside for later. "My wand is on the nightstand, Master." She'd sat it there when she went to turn down the bed. Hermione wasn't too sure she could stand but she could try. Her legs were shaking quite a bit as they usually did when she was this aroused. Carefully she scooted backwards until her knees were at the edge of the chair. She put one foot down and gasped when her bottom went into a new position. Hermione had to catch herself on his shoulders. "I'm sorry. Are you all right?" she asked as she swiftly tried to right herself and hoped she'd not pressed too hard. Heavens, her bum stung when she moved.

"I'm fine, love. Hold on for balance, it's all right. I have you." He helped her take a step back and followed her up until he was standing as well, his trousers hanging low on his hips. He kept his hands on her waist, holding her from collapsing anywhere except against him. "I'll always have you, Hermione, don't worry. I'm here." Draco held her steady until she could stand under her own power, murmuring reassurances to her.

Hermione swallowed hard and righted herself. "I'm fine, too. That was just... unexpected." She hadn't thought the feel of her bum could change so much from one position to another. Hermione leaned her forehead against his chest until she was sure she had her legs under control. "I think I can stand now." Looking up at him, she grinned even though she was blushing. "My arse stings. I like it," she confessed.

Draco laughed, bending to kiss her forehead. "My hand stings a little too. Oddly enough, it's an excellent feeling." He slipped his hand around her and rubbed her bum, heat soaking into his palm. He lowered his voice, purring at her. "I think we'll switch positions for round two, precious. Let me get a good range of motion, much better swing. Let me see where I'm aiming, yeah?"

"I'd be happy to kiss them better, later if you'd like, Master," she laughed in turn. "I'd like that. I want to try other ways. That way was one that hadn't occurred to me." Draco said he hand stung and she could imagine it did. "It does feel excellent. From my perspective, I mean." Hermione beamed at him. "This is going really well so far, don't you think?" She thought so. He hoped he did too. He seemed very relaxed and happy.

"I think we're doing fantastically so far." Draco fluffed her hair back over her shoulders, brushing his fingers over the clasp of her collar. "This is how we work best. Talk it out."

Letting go of his shoulders slowly, Hermione adjusted her stance a little to make herself more stable. Her legs were still spread, just not so far. Once she was sure of her feet, she slid his tie free and tossed it over onto the bed. His belt was about to follow when Hermione shook her head and draped it around her shoulders instead. She yelped when she let go of the buckle end and the cold metal came in contact with her nipple. She quick reached to move it away before she did something ridiculous and embarrassed herself.

Draco snagged the hook on her cuff before she could move her hand. He'd been a Seeker for a good reason. He was quick. "Hold on a tic," he said, leaning back slightly. "I liked the sound you just made there. Think that's the sort of sound we might hear from you once we get those clamps?" He shifted the belt buckle to press against the side of her nipple, careful to keep sharp edges off her. "Nice little squeaks and yelps like that?"

Hermione yelped again. She blinked at his question. "I'm not sure. If they're chilly, I suppose so. It was the cold that startled me, Master." Hermione tilted her head and considered. Her nipples tightened up a little more at the touch of the metal to just one. "I've been thinking in general clamps would cause gasps and moans but I hadn't thought about how chilly metal can be before it's laid again the skin for awhile," she answered truthfully. If the buckle was anything to go by, it was warmer now or she was used to the chill.

He purred as her nipples stiffened more. They stood out from her breasts in impressive peaks. It would be easy for him to fasten clamps on her. "One here," he said, tweaking her left nipple, then moving to the right. "And one here. With a chain connecting them and leading down." He trailed his fingers down the center of her torso, brushing over her navel and lower. He slid between her thighs and separated her labia before giving each side a gently squeeze between the tips of his fingers. "Leading down to here."

Hermione moaned when he tweaked her nipple but squirmed a little when he caught the ticklish bit of her tummy on his way downward. She gasped when he squeezed her labia like that. "That's nice," she said softly. Draco flicked his finger across her clit and she squeaked. She'd not been expecting that since he'd passed her clit by on the way down.

"May I continue undressing you now, Master?" she asked once she'd adapted to the new sensation. There were other firsts she hoped to try this evening and the night was still young.