Ultimatum

A/N: Haha! Hermione wants control!

Chapter 6
Dominance & Submission

Draco heard his alarm go off and opened his eyes. He was surprised when it was still as dark as when he had had them closed. Had he set his alarm for the wrong time? He tried to move his arm to see what was obscuring his vision and found that it was being held immobile by something made of silk.

“Hermione?” he asked, afraid of why he would be tied up. Had someone from the Order come to get their prisoners back?

“Hmm?” he heard her ask softly from some ambiguous location.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice laced with fear. Had she been playing him, making it seem that she liked him when she was really going to turn him over to the Order to have them kill him?

“You’ll see soon enough,” she said and Draco still could not place where she was in the room. The smell of fire suddenly assaulted his senses.

“What’s burning?” he asked, his voice just a pitch higher than he would’ve liked. He felt hot liquid splash against his stomach and yelled in fear.

“Why are you so tense?” she asked and Draco could now tell that she was right next to him.

“How can I not be fucking tense? I can’t see!” he yelled. He suddenly felt a fingernail against his cock, making it spring to life. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Torturing you,” Hermione said, now moving her fist along his cock, making him harder.

“Why?” he asked, a bit breathlessly at her touch.

“Because my back still hurts from yesterday,” she said and Draco felt a drop of the same hot liquid fall on a nipple.

“Ow!” he screamed.

“It’s just candle-wax, Draco, calm down,” she said in a soft voice.

“It fucking hurts,” he said angrily. He then felt something soft and cotton being shoved into his mouth. He thrashed about wildly, trying to scream at her for doing this to him.

“It might hurt,” he heard her say softly as he felt more drops of the burning wax fall in a straight line down his body. “But it turns you on.”

Draco didn’t know what she was talking about until he felt what she could obviously see. He was hard, very hard, and leaking. He didn’t even realise that that had happened. His hips involuntarily jerked up when she touched his cock again, this time it wasn’t her hands, it was her lips and tongue against it. Draco growled and heard her giggle.

“You want to be in control too much,” she said, her mouth leaving him for a moment. Then she returned to using her tongue on him.

He was going to get her back for this. Yes, damn it; he liked having control, that was his part in this relationship. She was the one that was supposed to be tied to the bed! His hips jerked up and forced his penis down her throat. She just moaned.

Then her wonderful mouth was gone. Draco’s hips stopped jerking and he didn’t know where she was. He couldn’t feel her against him at all.

“You look so amazing,” he heard. Then he heard the blow of breath and thought that she had blown out the candle. Thank the gods! “You keep jerking around, trying to figure out where I am, but your body is covered in sweat and you’re so damn horny, aren’t you?” Draco felt the material being pulled from his mouth.

“Let me go, damn it,” he said.

“If you swear at me again, I’m not going to untie you, I’m just going to let you see me fuck you and not be able to touch me, got it?” she asked and despite the fact that he was supposed to be the one in control, he felt himself nearly cumming just at her ordering him about.

“Okay,” he answered lightly.

“Good,” she said. He felt her untie the scarf from around his eyes and the sudden light hurt his eyes. When he was finally used to it, his eyes immediately found her. She was standing next to the bed, a smirk on her lips, looking deliciously naked.

“I never knew you had it in you,” Draco said to the beautiful witch.

“To take control?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

She moved onto the bed and straddled him, teasing him with her pussy against his cock. “Sometimes, it’s nice to be in control,” she said and impaled herself on him.

“I never taught you this one,” he said, referring to the position.

Hermione smiled and started moving on him, raising her hips and then lowering them, riding him hard.

“Where did you learn it?” he asked, a bit breathless.

“Shut up,” she said and leaned down to kiss him, pushing her breasts against his chest. Suddenly Draco’s hands were free and he moved them to her waist, setting the rhythm more to his liking as Hermione sat up again.

Draco sat up and started licking Hermione’s breasts, sucking on the hard nipples. “You’re amazing,” he said softly and she looked into his face with a lusty look. She was slowing down a little and Draco knew that her legs were growing tired from the position so he put his hands under her bum and flipped them over. Hermione let out a breath of surprise when he did it but then looked gratefully into his eyes.

Draco thrust relentlessly into her until he couldn’t take it anymore and fell off the edge, biting the side of her breast softly and twisting her clit as he came, pulling Hermione with him.

They took a few minutes to catch their breath, peel themselves from the other and rest their quickly beating hearts.

“Look at that,” Hermione said after a moment.

“What?” Draco asked.

“We still have time to take a shower before we go down to breakfast.”

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Ginny walked through the doors at breakfast, searching out the platinum blond hair. She found it and ran to the startled man, jumping on him and kissing both of his cheeks in mirth. “Thank you,” she said with a smile. She kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you,” she said again softly and then shyly moved away from him towards the girls’ table.

Draco was still surprised from the sudden attack when his eyes found Hermione’s. They looked upon him in jealously and hurt. He shrugged his shoulders, wordlessly telling her that he had no idea why that had happened. She scoffed and moved over to the girls’ table as well, sitting down next to the redhead and immediately questioning her.

Draco looked to the door and watched Zabini walk in, more like strut in, he looked mighty smug! Draco walked over to him and grabbed him by the collar. “Why the hell did your wife just kiss me?”

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

“Hermione, no, I’m sorry, I just…”

“Why did you kiss him? Are you two doing something that I don’t know about?” Hermione asked angrily.

“No! Hermione, just hear me out!”

Hermione glared at her friend. “What?”

Ginny dropped her voice down to a whisper, not wanting the boys to hear her confession. “Blaise made love to me last night,” she said. Parvati gasped and Ginny shot her a glare that said ‘be quiet.’ Susan and Padma both looked excited as well but Hermione was still glaring at her friend.

“So,” Hermione said.

“Hermione, he didn’t have sex with me, he didn’t rape me, he made love to me.”

“What does that have to do with you kissing Draco?” Hermione asked.

“Blaise told me—and I’m not even sure if he would have told me had he not just had his third orgasm—that it was Draco who had told all of the guys to try new things. Draco was the one to tell them to make us wet before having sex with us. So I had to thank Draco.”

Hermione’s eyes softened. “You didn’t have to kiss him,” she said childishly.

“I got carried away,” Ginny said. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be,” Hermione said. “No more kissing my guy.”

“I won’t,” Ginny said. “Though he tastes like vanilla.”

Hermione looked at her, surprised, and then she burst out laughing.

“What?” Ginny asked.

“Sorry to break it to you, Gin, but the last thing he ate was me.”

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Blaise’s hand was itching for his wand. He knew he couldn’t do it, that even if he had his wand in his hand he wouldn’t be able to put Crucio on her and tear down the trust that he was trying to build, but damn it, does a girl really need to brush her teeth seven times?!

“Ginny!” Blaise yelled. “What’s taking you so long?” He was lying on his bed, naked and hard and waiting for her but she was still in the godforsaken bathroom!

“Shone shecond,” she murmured through her toothpaste.

“Hurry,” he said, growing impatient. She had said that three times now and it had clearly not been one second. He was going to fuck her for this, for making him wait. No making love like he did last night—though he had to admit that was fucking amazing—he didn’t want to go so slow right now, he just wanted to fuck her like an animal and she was going to get it for making him lie here.

Just as he was about to walk into the bathroom and take her on the floor, she walked out.

Blaise growled at her and her face grew cautious with fear. She suddenly realised that this was not someone that had had a long relationship with her, that she could tell to wait. This was the man who had raped her and beat her for three months and then spent one night making love to her and she had just fallen through the thin ice with him.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a squeaky voice.

“What took you so long?” he asked angrily. “First you kiss Malfoy and then you spend nearly an hour brushing your teeth?”

Ginny walked over to Blaise and made up an elaborate lie on the spot. “I didn’t want Malfoy’s taste on me while I was kissing you,” she said. “It was gross and the only person I want to kiss is you.”

Blaise looked like he was considering that and Ginny hoped to the gods that he wouldn’t catch her in her lie. She did not want to tell him the true reason for all that brushing.

“Fine,” he said finally.

Ginny looked at the expression on his face and couldn’t help it as a bubble of laughter tore from her throat.

“What?” he asked angrily.

“You look like a baby,” she said. “You’re sulking.”

“Sulking?” he asked angrily.

Ginny’s chuckles still wouldn’t subside even if she wanted them to. She nodded her head.

Blaise quickly stood up from the bed and pushed Ginny back onto it. Her mirth quickly vanished as soon as her back hit the bed. She looked fearfully up at him and he smirked at the expression. “Now you’re afraid when before you were calling me a baby?” he asked.

“I didn’t mean it,” Ginny said quietly.

Blaise moved quickly, taking off all of her clothing and leaving her naked on his bed. He told her to move to the centre and she did so quickly without complaint. Blaise moved atop her and moved a finger along her nether-lips.

Ginny shuddered.

“Whore,” he whispered into her ear and Ginny was brought back to the days—just the day before, in fact—when that was his endearment for her. “You’re wet,” he told her in a satisfied tone.

“So,” she said.

“Were you thinking about us?” he asked. “About what we did last night?”

Ginny nodded gently.

“You told the girls,” he said as he continued to move his fingers along her pussy, making her even more wet.

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned as he slipped a finger into her, rubbing the pad of his thumb across her clit.

“I told Malfoy,” Blaise said. “He nearly ripped my head off because you kissed him.”

“Mm…Hermione—yelled…”

“He loves her, you know,” Blaise said.

Ginny’s eyes grew wide in surprise and she moaned as he added another finger to the one thrusting into her. “He do—oh—es?”

“I saw them fucking,” Blaise smiled. “You should’ve seen his eyes.”

“What about them?” Ginny asked.

“You could see it there, he shoved her down on her knees and when she started sucking his cock, you could see it in his eyes as he looked down at her like he was wearing a sign.”

“MmHmnh,” Ginny moaned. “Oh gods!” she screamed as he licked her neck and swiped his finger over her clit again.

“It was right there, so obvious.”

“Yeah,” she said. “But what…does that—oh gods!—have to do…with us?”

He brought his head up and looked deep into her eyes for a few moments and then turned away as if disappointed. “Nothing,” he said.

A/N: I was going to add more after this but it seemed too drawn out. Stay tuned for the next chapter.

Temptress~