Trust Games

This little fic is just an idea I thought of, and was pretty surprised I haven\'t stumbled across the concept before, but maybe people are more creative then me, maybe it\'s just that taboo, or maybe I just haven\'t read enough, but who knows. This isn\'t beta\'d, maybe some day soon, but as for now, it\'s not.

Title: Trust Games
Summary: How far would you go to test your trust?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plot, because I doubt JKR wants it anyway.

She felt like a doll, able to be posed anyway that the person wanted. And even if it hurt she wouldn’t be able to complain. But if you were a favorite toy your owner would try their hardest never to misuse you. Never do anything to break off a limb or cause a tear. She had to believe she was his favorite toy.

He slowly stripped her of her clothing, his long fingers slipping the strap of her nightie down her shoulder, the thin lips following the trail of the shoulder straps. She stood perfectly still as his teeth grazed a little too hard, but he seemed to realize his roughness had brought her more pain than pleasure and he soothed the red skin of her collarbone with soothing licks.

The commands were whispers in her mind, small commands, mundane commands such as rest your arms on my shoulders, arch when you’re in pleasure, respond to my kiss, if you enjoy it, but never were they a general “act as you would,” because that would give her too much leeway, and the game would serve no more purpose.

His lips enclosed on her nipple, laving it until it budded under the moisture and cool air meeting. His hand laid with the other breast, twisting the nipple and pinching the underside of her breast to add to the tiny mix of pain, but never enough to cause the pleasure to slip away. He abandoned her breasts momentarily, commanding her to step over the nightie pooled at her feet; he didn’t want her to trip.

And then he was back to paying attention to her breasts, the finger and lips switching, tending the swell of flesh they had ignored before. Small gasps accompanied each lick and small twist that he gave her.

“Lay on the bed.” He whispered. And she was forced to disentangle herself from him to do as he had commanded.

The sheets were green silk which moved with her body, creating a soft friction whenever her body was moved against them. She stared straight up, looking at the deep crème ceiling, waiting for him. “You can look at me if you want.”

Her head snapped to the side, her caramel eyes taking in the image of pale skin as he removed his robes, setting them aside. Her mouth watered as she visually traced his hardened body, and though it was lanky, it still held definition. His cock stood proudly after he had removed his slacks. It was hard and long, tinted with a red, and precum beading on the tip. He seemed to enjoy her utter submission.

He moved on to the bed, smiling slightly as her eyes followed him, her body obviously pleased with her ability to watch him. His lips captured hers before he moved down her body, settling his head between her thighs. He pulled her knees over his shoulders and he grinned at her.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.” Her head turned to the side, now avoiding his gaze. He smiled roguishly. “Don’t worry love, you’ll enjoy this. Trust me.”

She didn’t know how to react as his hot mouth slowly covered her slit, giving long licks, back to front. Despite her initial embarrassment over receiving oral treatment, she couldn’t deny the pleasure she was feeling from the leisurely strokes he was using as he tasted her. His mouth moved for a moment, taking her clit in it, giving the little bundle of nerved soft sucks, like ones she would use on him.

He looked at her through heavy lidded eyes as he gave another lazy lick of his tongue. She arched up, giving a low moan as he sucked her clit again, slowly drawing her over the edge. Her body spasmed as he gave another couple of licks, his thumb deciding to rub her clit to stimulate her even more, quickening the pace.

Her climax hit as she gave a scream, giving into one of the first commands to ride out the rush of pleasure that accompanied her peak. Her body jerked and Draco growled out a command to control herself as he greedily drank her cum. She settled back into the sheets, her body still on fire even with the tiredness she was feeling.

He grinned, crawling up her body, his cock still the angry red it was before, but the precum was dripping more and she wanted desperately to rub the beads around the head, making it slick to enter her. His lips touched hers and he gave a lazy kiss, his lips still wet from her own cum and she was hesitant to return the kiss, afraid of the erotic act.

He released her lips, noticing her hesitation, but he didn’t appear angry or upset. “Don’t worry love,” He whispered, “you’ll get used to it, learn to love it.” He licked his lips. “And you do taste very good.”

Her eyes must have shown a reserved state because he merely shook his head, leaving the talk at that. He wasn’t finished with her though. The chat had done nothing to reduce the erection he was sporting and he helped himself in spreading her thighs, sitting between them.

“Look at me.” He mumbled before arching into her, entering slowly.

She gave a weak mewl, keeping her eyes locked on his as he settled in her. He gave her a smirk before pulling back out, and thrusting in again.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her as he thrust into her, hitting her just right. She always did lover the feeling of him sliding in and out, and she focused only on that, the sweet friction of his cock rubbing against her, sometimes rubbing against her clit as he exited.

The pace quickened and she began to lose the sensation of feeling every inch of him, but she was soon lost in the pleasure of sex: his body hitting hers, the harsh pants surrounding her, the soft kissed he gave on occasion, whether it be on the cheek, neck or collarbone. It was all what she took in, arching her body underneath his, meeting him thrust for thrust, the command to keep pace given to her at some point. She couldn’t remember when exactly.

His kisses grew more insistent and he sought out her mouth, plundering it with his tongue as he held her body still, thrusting rapidly to reach his climax.

Hermione came first, her body shaking as she rode it out again, panting from exhaustion. Her body went limp, and she barely felt it as Draco stilled inside her, emptying himself carelessly. He gave a few extra shallow thrust, before moving aside, not wanting to crush the tiny witch.

He pulled her close to him, grinning lazily. He pushed her curly hair aside, laying a kiss on her brow. He gave a muttered, “Finite Incantem,” and Hermione looked at him. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, nuzzling against his chest.

“Thank you for that Draco.” Hermione mumbled, giving a yawn.

Draco merely grinned, giving her another kiss on the brow. “I’m just glad you trusted me enough to do that. Now get some sleep. Mum will kill me if you’re tired for our wedding tomorrow.”

Hermione shook her head, reaching up for a kiss. “Love you.”

He nodded. “I love you too.”

Fin

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