Control

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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An evil little grin spread across her face as she watched him squirm in his seat. He rocked slowly back and forth and she could see little beads of sweat pop out on his forehead. He turned toward her and his emerald eyes locked with hers asking for relief.

She shook her head, there were only a few minutes left in the class and then she would allow him to get some relief. He nodded slowly and returned to the essay they were supposed to be writing for Professor Binns about yet another goblin rebellion. His handwriting had gotten shakier and less legible as the quill shook in his hand.

The bell rang finally and she heard him sigh softly as he shifted to gather his bag from the floor. She took a little pity on him and steered him out of the classroom and to the staircases. He moaned when he took the first step. She knew that with every step the bulbous plug would shift and stimulate his sensitive gland.

“Patience love.” She said softly in his ear. “I promise not much longer.”

Soon they were on the seventh floor and the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy soon came into view. She thought about the type of room she needed as she walked back and forth from the vase to the window a little further on. Just as she completed her third circuit there was a soft pop and a door appeared. She smiled and opened the door and motioned for her lover to precede her into the room.

She smiled when she saw the soft lighting and the little details that the room had created for her. The room was obviously a woman’s domain. Lace and chintz covered most surfaces and the furniture was all dark wood. Besides the large four-poster bed with its sensuously curved posts on each corner there was a single wooden ladder-back chair.

He stood transfixed by the scene laid out before him. His eyes took in every feminine detail.

She stepped up behind him and rubbed a hand along the crack of his ass. He shuddered under her touch and moaned when she pressed on the contraption in his ass.

“You are such a slut.” She said softly as she stepped in front of him her fingers trailed over his hip and dipped inside his robes to squeeze gently the rock hard erection she knew was there. “I suppose you have been a good boy today. Get undressed and sit down.”

She watched as he removed his robes and folded them neatly and put them away in a wardrobe that was there just for the purpose. She watched as layer after layer was removed from his quidditch toned body. He was still skinny but he had a wiry hardness that showed every muscle. It still amazed her that he submitted to every thing she asked of him knowing that he was physically stronger than she and could turn the tables of their games at any time but he never did.

He was gloriously naked and she let her eyes rake appreciatively over the tanned lines of his skin and over the rounded twin globes of his ass that rippled as he crossed the room to sit on the hard wooden chair.

His eyes were on her as she slipped her own robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She loosened and removed her tie then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. His green eyes followed each pearl button as it slid through it’s hole to reveal a little more milk white skin. Her blouse joined the robe on the floor and her hands made quick work of her skirt. Shimming it over her hips. Clad in her white bra and lace panties that were anything but demure she crossed the room and kicked off her mary-janes and removed the school girl knee highs and replaced them with a white garter belt and naughty black stockings that had a sexy little seam up the back. She slid her feet into the black leather knee high boots with a five-inch heel that he had commented once that he liked.

She scooped up the tie from where it had fallen on the floor and walked over to where her willing victim sat on the hard chair his cock pointing up to the ceiling. She straddled his thighs and lowered her self on to his lap. His cock pressed hard against her lace-clad pussy and his hands settled on her hips when she rubbed the damp rough lace over him.

“Please...” He gasped softly. “I can’t take much more.”

“Soon, love.” She said.

She unclasped her bra and let her breasts fall free. She held on to the rungs of the chair as she leaned forward and rubbed her breast over his hard chest. She stood again and walked behind him.

“Give me your hands, love.”

Without hesitation his hands appeared behind that chair and she bound them together with her Hogwarts tie of scarlet and gold.

She walked once more before him and placed he hands on his broad shoulders. Immediately his mouth was on her breasts nipping and sucking at her nipples and laving her sensitive areolas with his talented tongue.

She pulled away and took his lips in a savage kiss forcing his mouth open so she could explore his mouth. She broke the kiss only to slide the now dewy white panties over her hips. She again straddled his thighs but didn’t seat herself in his lap just yet.

“Tell me what you want?” She asked softly huskily.

“I want to be inside you.” His voice was hoarse with need and restraint. “I want to feel your cunt slide over my cock and squeeze me. Please, I want you to fuck me.”

She took the panties that had just graced her body and stuffed them in his mouth and as he groaned she wrapped her hand firmly around his cock and stroked him a couple of times before she spoke.

“You want me to put this inside of me? Do you think that a pathetic thing like this will please me?” She asked in a soft acid tone.

He nodded and groaned under the assault of the fingernails that she raked over his chest.

“We’ll see.” She said.

His eyes fluttered shut when she finally allowed his member to intrude he hot wet flesh. She lowered her body achingly slow until he was deep inside her. She raised her self up before achingly slowly lowering her self back down.

“Don’t cum dear until after I have.\" She said softly in his ear as she undulated her hips. His head fell back. \"Don’t disappoint me, love.”

She kept had kept him on edge most of the day and she knew that he couldn’t hold out much longer. Between fleeting touches between classes, a surreptitious hand job during lunch and the constant pressure on his prostate from the butt plug she had lodged in his ass that afternoon just before History of Magic she knew that he was very close to cumming.

She, in her opinion, mercifully settled into a pleasant rhythm and soon he was struggling to meet her thrusts as she fucked him. Soon her orgasm started to coil within her core and she sped her movements, the sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberating in the room.

“ Oh, yes…. you fucking whore.” She said through parted lips and the next moment her orgasm spilled over and she could feel her inner walls grasping the cock inside her. “Now you fucker.” His hips bucked hard upwards impaling her further on his cock and in another moment he groaned as his cock jetted hot semen inside her.

She leaned forward and laid her head on his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. She reached down and released his hands, which immediately came up and wrapped themselves around her. He buried his head in her neck.

They sat there wrapped in each other’s warmth until his flaccid cock slipped from her body and they both were quite uncomfortable feeling sticky. She slowly lifted her body from his lap and pulled hum to his feet. They kissed softly, passionately. A second door appeared in the room and they passed through the door into an elegantly appointed bathroom where a huge porcelain claw foot tub stood already filled with steaming water. They climbed in together and he held her to his chest as they lay in steaming the water.

“Thank you Hermione.” He said softly before placing a kiss on her temple.

“You’re welcome Harry.”

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A/N: I have decided that this little smutlet is going to be part of Harry\'s backstory in the Sequel to \'Old Enemies\'. It has been started and is tenatively titled \"The Honor Of Your Presence\".