Blood Debt

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Chapter 2: 5 Years Later – Draco (Where Draco's side is told and the ball starts rolling)

Warning: Mentions of abuse. DM/OC in this scene.

A rare smile graced the aristocratic face of Draco Malfoy as he stood watching as the sun rose slowly above the horizon through the floor to ceiling windows of his sitting room.. Dawn was his favorite time of the day, each time he saw the golden light of the sun rise he knew just how lucky he had been coming out of the war; that he had been relatively unscathed had been an extra miracle.

It was kind of ironic that it was Lucius who had sullied the Malfoy name, considering the number of times he had beaten Draco for transgressions such as the ones that regained him favour in the Wizarding World. His efforts went a long way and soon, due to his innovations with the Muggle Company merger and his philanthropic ventures he was one of the most respected men in the Wizarding world. He had even been one of the first recipients of a new award created in honor of Hermione Granger's role in the war and her ideals for Social Justice.

A little more under the radar Draco had also developed a line of sex toys based on muggle designs and enhanced to increase pleasure and introduce alternate lifestyles and types of sex to the Wizarding World. This side venture had been a huge success, due mostly to his own unique designs and spells.
He had always been fascinated with muggle technology and culture, especially the culture surround sex. He had stumbled across some muggle bondage pornography when he was in third year, and had become infatuated with it.

When Hermione had punch him that year he knew who he wanted to dominate, he knew who he wanted to be his life mate, his submissive. Proud, headstrong, powerful Hermione Granger would one day break to his will and beg him to fuck her. He never stopped to think she might not fall naturally to his charms, she was a natural submissive, always trying to please her superiors and peers, her discipline and control almost unparalleled. Draco dreamed of stripping her of that control and making her come entirely apart underneath him.

In his early “research” he had been mostly interested in the bodies reaction to all sorts of sensations: pain, whips and blood play, tortuous bondage positions, as well as intense pleasure and denial, pushing the limits of endurance and pleasure, all scenarios that he imagined Hermione contorted into. The violence of his research was the only thing that saved him from worse punishment when his father found him out, as he was able to demonstrate the effectiveness of the treatment on a young muggle girl Lucius had kidnapped to play with. Lucius had been so fascinated but the girl's reactions to the painful treatment he took to his own experiments, creating spells and cursed objects based on muggle designs Draco presented him and ancient sex spells hidden in almost indecipherable tomes.

The results sickened Draco who was often brought in to witness his fathers debaucheries. When Lucius realized that Draco wasn't following through with his interest he began treating and punishing Draco as a submissive, though using his girls to torment Draco with pleasure until he was begging his father to abuse the girl. Draco soon learned to play his role and help his father inflict pain on those innocents. Inside Draco couldn't stand it.

He still craved Dominance over Hermione but didn't think he could bring himself to be the monster he watched his father become. He began experimenting with slow, intense pleasure, with only minute amounts of pain. He found that the women he tested his skills on all melted into his embrace, all prepared to swear at a moments notice eternal fidelity to him. But there there only the means to an end, practice so that when it was time for him to move on to Hermione she wouldn't stand a chance against him.

Hermione had rarely left his thoughts since the end of the war and it had taken all of this will not to demand she submit to him immediately after he saved her life. When she verbally acknowledged her debt while their blood mixed she had bound herself to him indefinitely, she was subject to his every whim as soon as he chose to claim her.

But no, Draco was way too conscious of public opinion and knew it would be detrimental for him to take such an action right away. No one would trust their sudden “love” and the rumours would only serve to destroy his reputation further. So he had waited, and rebuilt his reputation first. He had prepared the contract for her debt almost immediately after the war, it detailed everything he expected from her, and as the years passed and his plan fell into place he altered the document as required. Included in the document was a clause that gave him unlimited ability to change the contract at his discretion. He waited to invoke the bond it fully though, until the time was right.

He had been carefully watching her all this time from a distance, having his house elves tail her for days on end, though he knew she had no clue. If he wasn't upset by her inattention to potential dangers he would have found it humorous that his vigilant war hero had no idea she was constantly being tailed. The bonus was he knew every intimate detail of her life, he knew how she preferred her tea, how cooked her steak should be, food allergies and aversions, her shampoo, favorite colours, how she groomed her pussy (muggle bikini wax). Everything he learned made him want her more.

He was glad she had taken the small suggestion he planted the day of the final battle, to not waste herself on anyone not worthy. That he considered himself the only person worthy of her and because the blood oath gave him possession of her she would naturally find none of her suitors worthy. He watched as she turned away each and everyone of the men that came a courting hoping the ensnare the Famous Hermione Granger. Only he would bring Hermione to her knees, his was the only cock she would ever serve, and the thought turned him on like nothing else could.

His wait would be over soon. He planned to approach her at the Memorial Ball the next evening and invoke her debt and set the first wave of changes in motion to pave the way for her assimilation into his life.

Draco groaned as his hard cock was no longer content to be left alone. Draco took his shaft in his hand, giving it a few quick stokes while he imagined Hermione kneeling in front of him awaiting his seed. He stopped himself well before reaching any climax and strode into the adjoining bedroom where his latest test subject was passed out on his forest green silk sheets, her medium length brown hair splayed out around her head like a fan. . There was no reason for him to have to relieve himself. He would be rid of this girl after today, but he there was no reason that he shouldn't get some last relief.

“Wake up, Slut!” He barked loudly. The girl on the bed jumped up groggily, looking around her stupidly, before her gaze steadied on Draco standing before her and his 10 inch cock standing at full attention. She pulled herself on to her knees immediately, reaching for his cock, disappointed she had been negligent with her duties. Draco stopped her before she could touch him.

“Did I tell you to move, Slut?” he demanded coldly, the girl cowered shaking her head.

“No Master, I'm sorry Master. How can I please you?” she implored, the tremor in her voice obvious.
Draco eyed her critically for a moment.

“Suck me.” he commanded. She jumped to obey, taking his length deep into her throat moaning to increase the pleasurable vibrations as she sucked him. Draco pulled her head closer to his body, pushing his cock deep into her throat until her nose buried in the wiry blond hair at the base of his cock. She struggled not to choke until he pulled it out for a moment only to push it back in a few moments later.

He was really tired of her now, and didn't care too much for her pleasure anymore. She would find someone worthy, in fact he knew a few gentleman that might be able to treat her well enough when he let her loose, he'd received offers from other Doms every time he trained a new one. They rarely took more than a few weeks to train completely, the girls that flocked to him were generally submissive and vapid anyway. But that is not what he wanted from Hermione. He wanted conversation as well as submission, he wanted a brilliant mind that could match his own.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, “On your hands and knees, facing the headboard, now.”

The girl jumped to comply, wondering once again why Draco had been becoming more and more distant over the last few days. When their relationship started only a few weeks ago, he had spent hours, morning and night, pleasuring her in ways that she had never imagined before. Now it seemed like he was just looking for a distracted release. Maybe it was just because of the War Memorial coming up, she though, hoping that if he kept her through this crucial time she might be able to keep him.

She had done her research before trying to seduce him. From all news reports surrounding the War Memorial Ball Draco always arrived Stag and left alone, and soon after had a new girl on his arm, that last long forgotten. She had timed her seduction perfected but the stray though that he might drop her like the rest couldn't be easily dismissed. The thought made her want to cry, instead she gasped as Draco began to caress her cheeks, slipping his hand down and between her thighs to test her readiness.

He spent several minutes manipulating her clit, having her beg him desperately for release he plunged himself into her hot folds, moving his hand up to squeeze her breasts and roll her hardened nipples between his fingers, alternating sides often, and pausing all motion if he felt her coming too close to orgasm when he was clearly not ready yet. He picked up his pace, abandoning all other actions to lift her hips higher for better leverage. She continued to beg desperately for permission to cum as he continued his rapid onslaught of speed and force.

He closed his eyes and pictured Hermione's pliant form spread out in front of him, his clock spreading her virgin pussy for the first time as she gazed up at him in rapture and submission. With thoughts of her delicate form consuming his mind he found himself soon losing control. Instead of yelling out Hermione's name as he wanted to he yelled, “CUM for me bitch, cum for your Master!”

With an impassioned shriek she came violently, her body thrashing, as she spewed incoherent partial words in praise of Draco's stamina and Dominance. As her pussy began to convulse around him Draco let loose, spilling gobs of cum deep into her temporarily sterilized womb. He made every women he slept with undergo the temporary sterility spell to ensure no illegitimate heirs. Each secretly hoped he would choose her and eventually would reverse the spell, but none had the pleasure, or ever would. Only Hermione was perfect enough to bear his children, but only when they were well settled.

When he came down from the throes of passion he let go of her hips and let his pet collapse to the bed.
He stood above her, his now flaccid cock dripping with their combine fluids. Draco looked up at the clock and grimaced. The day was getting on and he had a lot of work to do to, both legitimate and to prepare for Hermione's arrival. The exhausted girl lay sprawled under him exhausted and waiting for his next command, which shocked her to tears.

“Our time together has come to an end. When I return from work today there will be no trace of your presence left in this Manor, the elves will see to returning anything you leave behind. Do not try to contact me again. The contraceptive spell will dissipate in 3 to 5 days. Have a good life.” With that he walked away from the shocked and mortified girl.

'Gods,' he thought, 'She really thought I was going to keep her.' He grimaced at the thought. Every slut that warmed his bed thought she would be the one that would stay. He didn't know how to make the break any easier on them, he was up front in the beginning, telling them that when he was tired of her it would be a clean break. But they always thought it meant more when he gave them such pleasure. He knew there were probably better ways to get rid of them, but the only one he cared about was Hermione and how she would soon be in his bed and at his mercy. His practice was complete, all his skills Mastered and both of them independent and respected in their own rights, they would be the Power Couple of the new Era, with him at the steering wheel.

He laughed to himself as he strode naked down the hall to the Master bedroom. He would be out of the Manor within a half hour and at head office. He needed to keep his mind off the Ball, he had been waiting so long he didn't want to have to think about waiting any longer.

A/N REVIEW REVIEW PLEASE REVIEW Thank you to everyone who has read this and taken the time to review. Because I got 12 reviews in one night I couldn't stop writing and ended up with this chapter. Keep reviewing and I'll keep writing! I don't know how this story is going to end yet so I might get stuck in a few more chapters but I will do my best to over come it all! Thanks four support!.
Lady_of_Clunn, sorry but I don't know what a MLC-fic means...If you can let me know that maybe I can verify. :P