Anima

Chapter 3

By the time Hermione called it a day and they retreated back to her home Draco was exhausted. The haircut had been harrowing but he’d survived. The clothes shopping had taken much longer than he could have imagined, never believing her to be one of those kind of girls, but the mission had been completed. But it was the last shop that had worried him.

She’d commanded him with a simple word to stay by the door while she disappeared into the back with one of the clerks. She wasn’t gone a terribly long time, but long enough for him to get decidedly nervous. It was a quiet store, patrons by themselves or in pairs, browsing through the merchandise, purchasing items in discreet black bags and walking out the door. He really wanted to know what this place was.

Hermione wandered slowly through the aisle, looking left then right and fingering each item that intrigued her. She was here for her own purchases, yes, but she wanted to get him just a bit nervous. He seemed easier to control when he was uneasy,“ Are you the dominant or the-“

Hermione quirked an eyebrow,” He’s standing by the door, is he not?”

A small smile and a nod,” What are you interested in?”

Thinking to herself carefully, deciding mentally what would work best without being a reminder to his father,” I think...yes, I’ll need a paddle, two different sizes actually. A collar, something comfortable and soft, he hates abrasive materials but it needs to be durable as well. A cock ring, obviously...”

Her mind veered on a little detour, thinking of the possibilities,” Mistress.” She blinked back to awareness, seeing the clerk give her a small bow,” Perhaps a fur lined ring?” She grinned at that possibility and slowly nodded.

Draco felt the color drain from his face, seeing the ball gag one couple was purchasing before it was put into it’s discrete little bag. He thought to move. Hell, he thought to run into the night screaming, but he froze when she sent him a look of reassurance. Draco fidgeted but stayed by the door, watching Hermione follow the clerk to the cash register with a small box of things he couldn’t identify. However, he had seen the hint of a bullwhip down one of the aisles and was very nervous at the moment. His mind conjuring up all sorts of torture devices to break him in.

He was out of earshot, so he didn’t hear what the clerk was saying as she handed Hermione a small jar of something. Hermione nodded with a beaming smile and paid for her purchases, the box folded and sealed,” Draco. Take this, please.” He jumped but hurried over, head ducking as he picked up the box and followed after her.

So now he sat at the dinner table and plucked at his pants, very tempted to grab his wand and defend himself. Not that he really could. He was her’s now, to do with as she wished. He jumped when her hand rubbed lightly on the back of his neck,” Dinner’s almost ready...why don’t you wash up?”

He nodded and did as bade, missing the mischievous smirk that flittered across her face as she watched him practically retreat from the room. He washed his hands in the sink, eyes straying to the box on the bed. He really wanted to know what was inside. It wasn’t nice to torture someone when they were as curious as he was. He reached for the box,” Draco. Dinner.”

He jumped, hands going behind his back as he looked around guiltily. Licking his lips,” I’ll be right there.”

Forcing out a breath, he tentatively reached for the tape over the top of the box and jumped when his hands were lightly smacked. He stumbled away in fear, back hitting the wall and trembling ever so. She followed him silently, pressing her body to his own and rubbing his wrists gently. Eyes rolling back, he groaned and squirmed as unfamiliar lust raced through his body. She smirked at him, hand ghosting over his lap and his cock jumped to eager attention. His groan became a moan, eyes open and searching her own. He wasn’t used to pleasure like this. He wasn’t used to being denied it, either,” Draco. Table, right now.”

He whimpered with a pout and she leaned in to nuzzle his neck, loving how responsive he was. She was going to make this a night to remember for him,” Do as you’re told...I promise to reward you...”

When she stepped back he hurried eagerly and she closed her eyes, breathing slowly to get a hold of herself. She wanted him...wanted him desperately...but she had the feeling he had no experience. Not that it mattered to her, she was both an excellent teacher as well as a student. And her previous lover had taught her this game well. She counted to twenty, willing her pounding heart to slow and her throbbing center to, well, she couldn’t make it stop but she ignored it, in control once more.

She followed to the table and around, her fingers trailing over his shoulders and making him shiver as she passed. A coy smile tugged at her lip as she quickly made up two plates, placing one in front of him before sitting with her own. Picking up her fork, she toyed with her pasta, studying it and knowing he was watching her intensely.

Twirling it lightly with her fork, she ensnared two noodles and let them slowly snake up her fork. Draco hadn’t even looked at his own plate, eyes watching her movement with a foreign hunger he couldn’t control. She let her noddles skim lightly over some garlic sauce before slowly inching it into her mouth and delicately closing her mouth over the fork. He felt his mouth water as the silverware slowly appeared, a sensual smile tugging at her lips.

“ Draco? Are you going to eat?”

Clearing his throat, coughing and lifting a glass of water, he nodded and drank fast, choking just a bit and blushing as he’d just made a bumbling fool out of himself. Hermione just kept a small smile on her face, eating slowly and enjoying his squirming thoroughly. Oh, she was going to enjoy teaching him. His awkwardness was kinda cute but she could see he was a quick mimic which made it all the better. Her smile broadened as he started to twirl his own noddles in an exact copy of her own actions, his movements just as sensual as her’s had been intentional. She was going to enjoy it very much.

It started with gentle teasing, a promise of later as her stocking clad foot teased the hem of his jeans. His eyebrows rose a little, glancing at her to see her twirling a lock of her hair and studying a shrimp, completely innocent. He jumped when her foot carefully wandered higher, stroking his calf and then his thigh, his fists clenching to control his arousal from her little game. He bit back a whimper when she grazed his crotch and slowly melting into a steaming puddle as she began to lightly massage his aching member.

Gritting his teeth and whimpering,”...please...”

She nodded slowly and pulled her wand out of her hair, a few flicks and the table was clean. Rising to her feet, she glided around the table and stood next to him as he stood, a little meekly. Taking the lead, cupping his face she pulled him to her and sampled his lips, moaning as he groaned. His hands fluttered over her back as she tangled a hand in his hair. He tasted of garlic and a delicious spicy taste that she had a feeling was all him.

After several intense moments she pulled back and caught his gaze confidently, thumb grazing his strong jaw line,” Take a shower, no more than five minutes, no less than three. I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom when you’re done.”