Rough Day at the Office

The night air was warm and humid. Hermione had spent the evening in the bath reading. She was now out of the tub and was about to light a fire, her towel slipped a little as she bent down and struck the match. It would have been much easier to use her wand but Hermione didn’t like using her magic for casual things.
She padded about barefoot on the tiled floor, looking for her sturdy hairbrush. If she didn’t brush out her hair now it would be a mass of tangles in the morning

Then she remembered leaving it on the dressing table in the bedroom so she left the living room and walked in the dark to where her brush was. As she opened the door she saw the moonlight reflecting off her mirror and bouncing off the silver of her hairbrush.

“There you are!” she exclaimed and grabbed it. She turned her back to the window and walked back to the living room to the warm fire. She started brushing out her wild hair while she moved.

Seconds after she walked into the living room she was forced to the wall by a dark figureugh ugh hands gripped her wrists painfully and lifted them above her head. They squeezed her wrists painfully so that she dropped the hairbrush.

The unyielding figure started to kiss her neck and lips in a cruel fashion and pressing its body close to her. Even through the heavy wool robes she knew that this was a man pinning her to the wall. Her towel fell open exposing her damp body to the intruder and his clothes rubbed her sensitive skin.

Hermione tried to speak when the intruder’s mouth crushed against hers and one of his hands left her wrists to smooth over her naked flesh.

Harsh fingers squeezed her breasts; one after the other while his mouth plundered hers. She tried to break away from the kiss but his weight kept her pinned to the wall. His hand started to roll her nipples around, pinching them, arousing her with his fierce actions.
She started to gasp into his mouth and that was when he pulled away from his kiss.
His one hand kept both of her wrists above her head and his other moved down her body.
Hermione’s nipples cried out at the loss of his hand, but he replaced his fingers with his mouth. His teeth nipped at her and his tongue tasted her skin as his fingers moved down into her core.

Hermione could only respond to his hands and his mouth. She didn’t have the will to fight him, what he was doing to her was too intoxicating for her to want him to stop.

His free hand had worked into her and he was exploring her depths with two of his fingers while his thumb brushed up against her clitoris. His rhythm started a deep fire inside of her belly, his lips and teeth adding fuel to it and soon her gasps became moans.

Then the feeling of his mouth on her breasts was gone, her nipples stood proud in the air. His hand was gone from inside her as well.

Hermione started to whimper in need when his mouth crushed against hers again. As his tongue forced its way into her, his cock slipped inside of her as well.

His tongue mimicked his cock as both of them slipped in and out of with ease. His robes were harsh against her skin. His warm hand was on her breasts again pulling and pinching, kneading and squeezing at them.

The fire inside her belly began to spread and soon it was all Hermione could think about. The pressure of his open zip on her clit, his hand on her breasts, the unyielding stonewall behind her and the thrusting of both his cock and tongue soon sent her over the edge of control.
Without thinking her hips reached out towards him to drive him in deeper, she turned her head to make his kiss deeper and more natural. She turned into a wanton thing that only wanted release.

Her release came quickly and the fire enveloped her completely and filled the room with a blinding light. As Hermione screamed into his mouth the intruder broke the kiss and started the thrust into her with a ferocity that hurt her body.

He came quickly and leaned against her panting for a time. Then he stepped back and Hermione crumpled to the floor spent and exhausted.
She looked up through her now tangled hair and smiled “Rough day at the office then Serverus?”
The deputy headmaster at Hogwarts sighed and zipped up his fly. “I need to get back to detention.”
“Don’t be too long” she called as he left their rooms to make another foolish student scrub bedpans.