The Snake :complete! Alternate Ending added:

Chapter Six: Punishment





Draco sat calmly on the couch, but to even the most un-empathic person in world would be able to tell that he was barely able to restrain himself from getting up and lunging at the overly brave Gryffindor in front of him. “I think it is time Granger that I set down a few ground rules,” he said through gritted teeth as he crossed a long elegant leg over the other one. “For one, you are to keep the necklace on at all times, unless I specify otherwise.” He took out his wand a swished it, levitating the necklace out of her hands; moving his wand in a loop the necklace floated until it clasped itself around her neck. With a final swish of his wand, the clasps of the necklace melded together making it so she could never take it off unless he did it for her.



Hermione tried to pull at the chain to break it, but it would not give and the lust that filled her veins before was coming back tenfold. “You can’t do that. I need to keep up my image; I can’t do that with this thing around my neck!” she snapped.



“While we are playing our little game mudblood, you have no say really on what will go on. I can control the necklace to my will, so you won’t always feel so wanton. Unless you anger me somehow, then I will make it so potions class becomes very uncomfortable for you. Second rule, when I tell you to do something, you do it. That includes when the weasel comes by because he is feeling insecure. If I tell you to ignore him, you ignore him.”



“He’ll be suspicious if I do that, he is very jealous when he doesn’t know what I am doing.”



“I don’t give a rat’s arse Granger. Do damage control on your own time. The last rule, if you ever disobey me like you just did with weasel again, I will make sure that you are so humiliated in front of the whole school, that you will never be able to recover your goody-two-shoes image. Which we both know is just a facade. Now come over here to your master.”



Hermione’s body moved toward him. The emotions of wanting to make him happy surged through her and she could not stop herself even if she truly wanted to. She stopped in front of him and stood there waiting for him to tell her what to do. His eyes traveled her body, before they stopped at her breasts. “Take off the shirt.”



Her hands seductively traveled up her body and started to unbutton her blouse, keeping eye contact with her master. Her hands continued to slowly unbutton the shirt. She let the shirt fall off her arms and down to the floor. Draco smiled as he watched the necklace fall in between her ample breasts, feeling power surge through him at the thought of being able to controlling her. “Now the knickers,” he said. She went to remove her skirt first, but he stopped her by grabbing her wrist. “Just the knickers Mudblood.” She scrunched her face in confusion, but left the skirt on, leaving her in her bra and pleated grey school skirt. Draco stood and ran his hands over her breasts and down her sides and then back up. He took off her bra and let it fall to the floor. He then took off his tie and transfigured it into a black scarf with his wand. Hermione stiffened when he put it around her face, covering her eyes and tying it at the back of her head. “Relax Granger; I won’t hurt you, much.” He smirked and then picked her up bridal style.



She gasped and put her hands around his neck as a reaction, he let her. He then carried her up the stairs to his room and said the password to his room, not caring if Hermione heard it. He could change it later. Once the door opened, he took her into the room and threw her onto the bed. She yelped in surprise as she bounced. He took out his wand again and swished it. Silver and green scarves came out of the top two bed posts of the king sized bed, securing themselves around her wrists. She moved her head to the side; she could hear Draco move around the bed to her right side. She bit her lip, she desperately wanted to ask a question, but she did not want to get in trouble. Draco sighed, “Ask your question Granger, I can see your mind begging to have the answer.”



“What are you going to do to me Master?” She asked, as she subconsciously pulled at the binds that held her wrists.



“Well, first I am going I going to have some fun punishing you for not listening to me and taking off the necklace and then I am going to fuck you within an inch of your life.” He smirked as he opened the drawer in his bedside table. He pulled out two small silver objects that looked like snitches and placed them on the bed near her head; he then divested his clothes and crawled onto the bed beside her. He lied on his side admiring for a moment at seeing the infamous Gryffindor princess tied up in his bed and doing as he said, she was all his to play with. His long fingers trailed from her neck down in between her breasts and then to her stomach, his fingers circling over her navel. She was beautiful to him, but he would never admit that to her. He pinched a taut nipple making her he gasp and turn her head towards him. “Tell me Granger have you ever experimented with bondage toys at all?”



Hermione bit her lip, she had to lie he thought she was a virgin after all. “N-no master, I have not.”



Draco smiles like the Cheshire cat, “Then this should be fun.” He leaned forward and took a taut nipple into his mouth, sucking roughly on it, he swirled his tongue around the peak and let go with a pop. Hermione had been panting and groaned at the loss. Draco then wetted his index finger and his thumb with his tongue, before reaching over to pinch and twist her other nipple, Hermione groaned louder and Draco smirked. “Now,” said Draco. “I don’t want you to run off crying to Potter that I hurt you, so if at any time I do something you can’t handle, I want you to say ‘Weasley’ that will turn me off right away. Understand?”



“Yes Master,” she said, with a hint of humor in her voice.

Draco smiled, only because she could not see him, as he picked one of the silver snitches. He pushed the wings together, until the seam on the snitch opened to reveal that it was actually a nipple clamp. He licked her nipple, making it wet again before placing the clamp on the pink point. Hermione gasped and arched her back as the delicious pain that the clamp brought her registered with her brain. Draco then put the other clamp on her other nipple and returned to his bedside drawer to grab a smaller clamp made for the clitoris. He moved to the end of the bed and kneeled in between her legs. “Do you know what happens to little Gryffindors who don’t listen to their masters Mudblood?”



Hermione frowned, he was back to calling her mudblood, “I don’t know Master.”



Draco lifted her skirt and flicked his soft thumb over her clit, making her jump slightly. “They have to wait for their orgasm.” Hermione frowned in confusion, but then moaned when she felt his hot, wet, soft tongue on her wet folds; she tried pushing herself closer to him, but the restraints around her wrists made that hard to do. The point of his tongue moved up her slit to her clit, he sucked on her clit as a long finger moved through her folds gathering her wetness to make his finger slick before he pushed it roughly into her tight, ‘virgin’, hole. Hermione gasped at the rough intrusion and then groaned as he finger fucked her and sucked on her clit. She was so close; she could feel the tight ball in her stomach getting tighter it was ready to explode. And then, he stopped, just stopped. She almost cried from the loss. Then she felt it the cold sharp pinch of a clamp on her clit, the bastard! He made it so it would be extremely hard for her to climax with it clasped on her. Magical clitoris clamps made it so that the person they are used on would not be able to orgasm until it is removed.



“Master?” she asked hesitantly, hissing as her clit started going numb.



“Now it is time for me to fuck you within an inch of your life mudblood.” He moved her legs further apart and pressed himself against her center. He pushed himself roughly into her center, not waiting to see if a barrier stopped him, but when he did not feel the resistance, he frowned and looked to the face of the infamous supposed to be a virgin of Hogwarts, there was a very small hint of a smile playing on her lips. She had knowingly made a fool of him, the little bitch. A growl emanated from deep in his throat and the smile left her lips instantly. He drove into her, with a strength and power he did not realize he possessed.





Hermione shrieked in surprise and had to place her hands on the wall to keep her from hitting her head on the headboard as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and thrust himself into her with vigor, his balls slapping against her.





Her breasts bounced, making the clamps tug at her nipples, which in turn made spikes of pain go through her. The clamp on her clit moved with the couple as well, but it brought her no relief. She moaned loudly when he started to hit her g-spot over and over again. However, there was still no relief coming for her, she could not find that point of release. “Please master,” she cried. Draco did not hear her pleas; he was on an entirely different level of ecstasy. Hermione took him to that other level. She was tight and hot and most of all, she let him dominant her, something his other girl toys did not enjoy. He could hear her moan somewhere off in the distance and that was his undoing; he came with a growl, shutting his eyes tight. As he came down from his high, he could hear her cry. She had felt power of his orgasm through the bond of the necklace, but she was also crying for a different reason.





“What’s wrong mudblood?” he asked as he pulled himself out of her.



“Please master, let me come now. It hurts master.”



“I think I will leave them on a bit longer mudblood, you lied to me. You weren’t a virgin at all.”





Hermione let out a cry of anguish, her body was tense; it needed release. Draco got off the bed and watched her for a few minutes as she desperately tugged at the restraints around her wrists her legs moved across the bed and she would wince when one of her legs hit the clamp on her clit.



Draco walked over to the head of the bed; he leaned over, and pulled on one of the clamps on her breast, making it bounce as his fingers left it. She gasped and arched towards his hand. “Clean off my dick with that pretty mouth of yours and I will let you orgasm.” He got onto the bed and kneeled over her. He pressed his cock to her lips; she opened her mouth, welcoming him. Despite not being able to climax, she was extremely turned on. She moaned her appreciation; sending vibrations up his cock, making him slowly become hard again.



Her lips encompassed the head of his cock, her tongue moved up and down across the tip; she could taste his salty bitter seed and her own juices on his cock. She tried to take in more of him, but could not sit up to so. Draco released the scarves around her wrist with a wave of his hand. She sat up and licked up the shaft, being careful to pay close attention to the underside the head. Draco groaned. She then cupped his balls, her nails lightly scraping against the soft skin. He did not last as long this time, his eyes rolled back in his head and he came again for the third time that night.



After he came back down, he pulled the clamps of her nipples and she shrieked at the sudden rush of blood that went to her nipples, making them throb. He them moved down the bed. He removed the clamp from her clit and quickly rubbed her clit with his thumb. An unearthly scream left her as blood rushed to her now over sensitive clit and orgasm over took her. Her body was no longer under control as her muscles convulsed. She knew she was going to black out from the sheer pleasure of it and she did.

Draco watched as the orgasm over took to the point she blacked out from it. He had never seen anything so fascinating in all his life. The woman in his bed was a complete mystery to him, but he planned on finding out all of her secrets.