You Raise Me Up

Late....but with smut! And an entire chapter of it, to boot!
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“Mistress! Your name is Mistress!”

A slow smile spread across Hermione’s face. She reached out, and gently rubbed the two red welts on Draco’s bottom. He grunted.

“Those look so pretty against your pale skin…I might have to do this more often…” she purred. She ran her hand lower, leaving his toned bottom to caress the back of his thigh. She heard a shudder of breath from him as her hand dipped between his legs, stroking the soft flesh of his inner thigh. He tried to push back, to make her hand touch there, but she pulled away.

“No, no, my sweet. I control how much contact you get. If you try to force more, I will be forced to put a few more stripes on that delicious milky arse of yours…” she purred. He groaned softly.

“Mione…please…” he begged. She swung the belt hard, and he cried out as it bit into his bottom.

“Mistress!” she hissed. He gave a choked sob.

“Mistress…I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to harm you…” he said, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Oh…you’re not sorry, my pet. But you will be…” she said, reaching out and rubbing the new mark. Her hand rested on the back of his thigh. She raised her hand, and brought it down against the back of his thigh, the crack making him jump.

“Fuck it, Hermione! This isn’t funny anymore! Untie me now, and I’ll let this lapse in good judgment go!” he demanded, jerking against the invisible bonds. Hermione tilted her head.

“Are you threatening me, my dear sweet husband? Because I don’t take kindly to threats…” she said, her voice soft and deadly. “Threats make me angry….and you won’t like me when I’m angry…” she added.

She then lit into his backside with abandon. The belt snapped against his unprotected buttocks over and over. When his cheeks were a nice rosy red, she moved down wards to the backs of his thighs. To keep himself from crying out, he buried his face into the pillows, and bit down on the material. At first he clenched his bottom firmly, but discovered the pain was slightly less if he relaxed.

Hermione stopped the brutal (yet highly arousing) assault of his ass only when her arm was tired. The belt dropped from her hands, and she stepped back to admire her handiwork. He was uncomfortably red from the top of bottom to a point halfway down the backs of his thighs.

“So pretty….” She said, and rested a cool hand on the heated flesh. He squirmed under her touch. “And so…hot…” she said. Her fingers traced a few of the raised welts, and she clicked her tongue when he cursed under his breath. She drew her wand, and with a flick of her wrist he was flipped over, and lay spread-eagled on his back.
He hissed in great pain as his tortured bottom came in contact with the covers. But Hermione laughed as she saw him saluting her from below the waist. He was painfully hard, and there was a steady stream of precum leaking from the tip of his cock.

“My dear Draco….If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you enjoyed that.” She teased, and climbed up onto the bed, nestling herself directly between his legs. She leaned down, and pressed a kiss to his inner thigh, just above his knee. She began trailing feathery kisses up his thigh, sometimes nipping at the soft skin with her teeth. Draco gave a strangled groan, and began to whisper filthy suggestions to his torturous wife.

“Suck my cock, Hermione. You’re so close to it….have mercy….wrap those awesome little lips around my throbbing cock… have I not been punished enough?” he whispered, thrusting his hips as hard as his spread-eagled position would allow, and causing his dick to bounce tauntingly at her face. She reached the apex of his thighs, and leaned in as if she were going to take him into her mouth. “Yesssssss…” he hissed, anticipating her relieving him of his stiff problem. Hermione gently blew on the wet tip, and he all but sobbed with need. He thrashed against his bonds as she passed his treasure, and began kissing and nipping at his other thigh. He began to threaten her.

“I swear to you, Hermione, that when this is over I’ll get you back! I’ll fuck you like the little wanton tart you are! I will lay claim to you like I never have before, and I will personally make sure that you don’t walk for three weeks! I’ll fill you so full of my seed that it will drip out of your ears…and every time I finish cumming inside of you, I will make you lick me clean….I will fuck you so much that you’ll forget what it’s like for me not to be inside you!” He growled, trying desperately to get his hips to come in contact with something.

Hermione was all but dripping at his open threat. He may have thought he was scaring her, but truth be told that actually sounded very enticing…

He continued to rant for a few minutes, but he gave up with all but a howl when she swallowed his cock completely. She held his hips still, and let him rest inside her mouth for only a moment before pulling back, her lips so tight around him that he exited her mouth with a ‘pop.’ She then climbed up the length of his body, her rounded belly brushing against his engorged tool.

“What are you doing?” he asked, slightly nervous, when she reached his face. He couldn’t see what she was doing, of course, because he was still blindfolded. She pressed her lips against his, and swept her tongue into his mouth. She pulled back, and licked her lips.

“Did you taste that? Did you taste yourself on me?” she asked. He licked his lips, and nodded silently. “Draco…if you’ll be a good boy I’ll let you come. And by good boy I mean that if you promise to do everything to me that you said you were going to do…then I’ll suck you like you’ve never been sucked before…” she cooed.

“What do you mean…?” he asked, unsure of what she was asking.

“That little rant you went into…the one about making sure I didn’t walk for three weeks…filling me so full of your seed that it will drip out of my ears…promise me you’ll do it and I’ll give you what you want…” she replied, running her fingers over his lips. He groaned softly at the thought of actually doing those things to his mischievous little wife.

“Very well. I promise…”

“Promise what?” she teased.

“I promise I’ll fuck you just like I said I would…” he said, slightly impatient.

She gave him another peck on the cheeks, and then rolled off of him, and slid off of the bed.

“Hermione? What are you doing? Where are you going? Damnit! You said you’d-”

“I did say I would…and I will…but I never said when. Now…If you’ll excuse me, I have a date with the kitchens…I’m starving…” she said. He spluttered angrily as he heard her putting on clothes. He cursed angrily when he heard the door open. But suddenly he found his voice gone. She had silenced him! The nerve of the little witch… Oh…he’d fuck her like he said….and he’d add a few variations…

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It was a good twenty minutes before Draco heard any sound in the room. His cock did not fade at all, and if possible, got even harder waiting for the blow-job she had promised him. When he finally heard the door open, he thought he would come just from anticipation.

“Are you ready to come in my mouth?” he heard her say, and still unable to speak, he nodded vigorously. “I thought about you while I ate…” she said, quickly stripping off the clothes she had put on. “Every time I took a bite of food I thought about you all alone up here, unable to come. So hard… I didn’t wear underwear down to the kitchens, you know. I was so wet thinking about your dripping cock… how much I wanted it in my mouth…so here I am…” she said, and climbed up onto the bed with him, once again settling between his legs.

Her fingers rested on his testicles, and she began to rub them gently, pressing the balls gently. Could he talk, she would have heard him begin a begging mantra. He would have chanted the word ‘please’ so many times that Hermione would have thought it was a prayer. He knew he wouldn’t last very long when he felt her lips close around the tip of his swollen prick. She sucked hard on the cap, and began fisting the shaft with her hand. The result was almost instantaneous. He came (silently, of course), and shot jet after jet of salty cum into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, and licked him completely clean. But she didn’t stop. Her licking and fondling continued until she coaxed another erection out of him.

She completely swallowed him, and he felt her throat contracting around him as she sucked. He could feel another orgasm fast approaching, and cursed her silently as her mouth assaulted him, unrelenting in her quest to pleasure him. He came again, unsure of how he filled her mouth a second time. But one again she licked him clean. He tried to beg her to stop as she coaxed a final erection out of him. It took longer than the second time, but eventually she succeeded, and like the first time, she latched her mouth around the top of his cock, and pumped him mercilessly with her hand. She groaned around the tip, and the vibrations sent him into his third orgasm of the night. It was a miracle that a drop passed from the tip, but she swallowed what came, and licked him clean. He barely felt her released him from the invisible bonds that held him, as he felt suddenly and gloriously tired.

He allowed sleep to overtake him, with the silent promise to himself that he would piss her off more often…
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