Always there

She was there, her scent permeated his nose, her small growls resonated in his chest. She was always there. She was his addiction, his unhealthy desire that stirred his most primal needs. He would never tell her this though, he would never admit his desire for her. Her name was Chanelle, and exotic dominatrix, and he, he was her faithful death eater needing to be tamed. She worked at the Black Rose, an erotic service for those with less than vanilla needs. He didn't know what her face looked like, she was masked at all times. All he knew was her scent, her voice, the way her harsh demanding eyes haunted his dreams. Her long curly hair was silky soft, and her skin smooth, she was always there.

Wednesdays were their days together, and this Wednesday was no exception. Lucius had been coming to the Black Rose for six months now, and had been seeing her specifically for five. After four women trying their luck with him and failing, she had appeared out of the blue, and it was with her he found himself. Unlike her fellow whip wielding vixens, she didn't use force and pain to gain submission from him. Instead, she had used what her kind used least, seduction. From that one visit he became her lapdog, kneeling on command, never questioning his mistress. She was a harsh mistress, a demanding lover, but he panted and begged to be the one fulfilling her every desire. She was only supposed to be his sexual vent, his outlet from reality, yet now she was his obsession, his addiction.

The room was always dark when he entered, and on this day it was no different. The crimson drapes were drawn completely closed, blocking out any stray rays of sunlight from entering his sanctuary. The room was lit with sparse votive candles scattered about in the corners of the room, the scent of vanilla deceivingly calming. He immediately found her sitting in her favorite wing-backed chair, her dark eyes glittering hungrily through the mask.

"You know how you should be pet" she said to him, her voice soft and commanding, sounding like silk being drawn over steel. In earlier days he would have protested, daring her to make him, but now he stripped eagerly, his firm cock throbbing and leaking with pre. He knelt down, his knees spread as he felt the last of his hard cock slip free of its confinement, the heavy head pulsing with desire. She smiled at him, her long claws tapping against the fabric of the chair, providing the only sound aside from his heavy breathing. Her lips were sensuous and full, parting so he could hear voice, the accent heavy yet to his ears sounding like church bells. "Come here pet" she said softly, her legs uncrossing to reveal a hidden treat. His eyes raised to view her splendid form, the blue orbs memorizing every detail of her as if it were to be the last time he was graced with her presence. She was dressed this time in a emerald green corset, the binding accentuating her full and curvy form, pushing her breasts up as if they were a table to be feasted upon. His eyes traveled down her arms, noticing the matching gloves, and lower to see that what would have usually been the matching thong to be replaced with something a bit more exciting. The long faux phallus gleamed lightly in the dull candle light, the emerald green matching her outfit of choice.

Licking his drooling lips, he crawled towards her, stopping when his chest hit the edge of the chair, his eyes gazing hungrily up into hers. She didn't say a word, merely entangling her claw tipped fingers into his long blond hair, freeing it of its confines. Her short faux claws scratched the base of his skull, being rewarded with a soft moan from him kneeling in front of her, a small smirk adorning her lips. Her fingers stopped in lieu of doing something more productive, pulling him closer to the cock in front of him, his eyes darting up to hers as if asking if it was alright, though without any hesitation she nodded, smiling down at him. His hands came up to rest on her thighs, his long pink tongue slowly licking the green shaft in front of him, his eyes closing as he let out a shuddering moan. His body quaked eagerly as his tongue and lips worked to please the cock in front of him. Her head fell back and her lips parted to let out a soft moan, her eyes closing as she let him lavish the strap on with all the love his mouth could muster. His eyes wandered up her form, seeing her eyelids hooded, her lips parted as she worried her bottom lip with her teeth, as if she could feel the pleasure he was giving the green phallus. Another one of her moans set a shiver up and down his spine, a pant escaping his lips.

Without much warning she pulled him off of her, watching him lick his lips, a sadistic smile on her face as she looked down at her eager pup, her pet. Quietly and quickly she clasped a leather collar around his neck, giving it an experimental tug to make sure it was steady. The small clink of the clasp of the leash being attached caused him another shiver, her shorter legs seeming long and endless as she made her way to the bed, his knees being scraped on the carpet as he followed, his body shaking furiously. Her bare ass was plain in his view, and he made no attempt to hide his eyes staring at it, his thick cock dripping a few more drops of pre. Once the bed in question was reached, she turned around only to see him staring and drooling slightly. A small smirk once more graced her features, her finger motioning for him to get up on the bed.

She never spoke much, yet he followed any unspoken command she gave, completely wound around her little finger, her little pup as she would occasionally say. He hopped up onto the feather bed, shivering as he saw her reach to a nearby shelf, grabbing two items, one being a jar of lube, the other he couldn't quite make out. He repressed a shudder as he watched her stroke the lube over the phallus, staying on all fours in front of her, panting like a dog in heat. His eyes never left her paw, watching as she wiped the spare bits of lube on a towel, looking at him and giving him a teasing growl. His entire being shuddered and his head turned back around, his head thrown back flat against his back so he could hear her. SOon he felt the wet cock slide against his ass, a soft groan of need escaping his parted lips. Her thrusts at first were teasing, barely putting it in and then taking it back out, a whimper of impatience following the soft moans. Just as he was about to start clawing the bed, she slammed home with enough force to rock him forward. The soft moans were replaced with a long howl of pleasure, his back arching as she gripped his hips and leash for extra leverage.

He could feel her panting as she thrust in and out of him, his body convulsing as he felt himself slowly near orgasm, her rough taking of his ass a complete change from the normal, though it still worked him into a frenzy. He knew he couldn't cum yet, she would punish him severely, however he grit his teeth, trying to stay the orgasm that begged to be set free. Much to his demise she stopped, using her hands to sooth his back, calming his frenzied body down, easing him away from the orgasm that had threatened to overtake him. She always seemed to know when he was close, yet whether she would allow him to cum or not was a complete surprise each time they met.

He could hear clicks as she took off the strap on, yet the phallus stayed deep inside of him, though he couldn't feel the fabric of the belt anymore. Hearing a soft metal clink, he shuddered in anticipation, his eyes opening to hopefully catch a glimpse of her movements. He didn't have to wait long, her hand giving the leash a jerk, pulling him to his feet. He wasn't led far, merely to a nearby chair, where he took a ginger seat, feeling the now plug shift a bit, another shudder running through his body. With the precision and ease that came with years of experience, she had grabbed both his hands and cuffed them behind the chair, her grin dark as she smiled down at him. Her breasts had come free of the corset, the large globes waiting to be feasted upon, yet his lips couldn't quite reach the sweet bosom he desired.

She lay down on the bed in front of him, resting her feet on his thighs as he stared openly, unable to look away as she trailed her hands down her body, her fingers lightly playing with her outer lips, rubbing the arousal that had gathered at her center around her entire sex. Her thumb lightly played with her tiny bud, her lips parting once more as she gasped and panted for breath, feeling her arousal grow. He strained against the chair, wanting to get to his nectar, his prize, his need, his Chanelle. He could feel his more feral side breaching the barrier he had put up in his life a long time ago, much to his dismay. With every gasp and pant she made, he slowly lost a bit more control, with every plunge of her fingers he lost doubly more, his eyes clouding over with lust and need. She had never worked him this hard into a frenzy before, and it was breathtaking. He could smell her juices, see them being wasted on her fingers and the bed instead of his mouth, his tongue constantly licking his lips as he watched her near her peak, her cries and moans of pleasure becoming louder, more carefree. He growled loudly, the barrier gone now as she orgasmed, his teeth clicking with undeniable need, his eyes completely clouded over in lust.

Slowly she stood up, her fingers still covered in her cum, her other hand tugging on his leash, holding him still. As she neared him he prayed she would let him lick that sweet nectar off her fingers, but instead she trailed them over his cheek, feeling it soak into his skin. With a howl of fury he glared and snapped at her, the scent of her so close, yet he couldn't taste it. She let out a rather harsh growl in return, quelling his rage momentarily as she straddled his hips, and without much thought sank down upon his throbbing and eager member. For a few moments he forgot to breathe, his hips naturally rising to meet hers with every frantic thrust of need, the plug in his ass shifting each time, pushing him farther. If he had paid more attention, and if she weren't lost in the moment, they would have noticed that they had forgone protection, and in this muggle institute there were no contraceptive charms. Her hand tugged on his leash, using it for leverage, his teeth biting down hard as he repressed the urge to bite down and mark her. Her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, his eyes following her dusky nipples.

"Mistress! Mistress please!" he begged, feeling his orgasm pending her approval, waiting eagerly for her command.

"Wait, pet, wait" she commanded, much to his dismay, his body shaking with the need to orgasm. Without warning he felt her body clamp and tighten around him, her cry of joy causing him to shudder. "Cum pet!" she cried out, feeling his body spasm with relief as he followed her command with gusto. Howling in pleasure, thick shot after shot of his cum filled her body, his cock swelling inside of her, throbbing as he slowly came down off of the most intense orgasm of his life. She panted and lay against him, until she realized that they were unsafe and stupid, and there wasn't anything either of them could do. Shaking her head, she grabbed the keys from the nearby shelf and unbound him, laying her head back down on his shoulder as she felt him wrap his arms around her. Normally such intimate contact would be forbidden, but seeing as how it was something that neither of them could help now, she allowed it. His head fell forward, resting on the top of hers, his breathing evening out as he felt in a light doze. With a smile she too dozed off, not paying attention to how they were left, content to just let the moment live.

A few hours later a bright light shone on the dozing couple from the hallway, waking her up as she gazed at the door.

"Yes Sandra?" she asked, her voice carrying some light annoyance.

"Mistress Rose, its an emergency, I'm sorry to interrupt" the young woman said, bowing slightly. By then Lucius had awoken, looking at her with a mixture of awe as she took off the mask that always hid her features. Now he could see her clearly, the woman who owned and ran the house, the Black Rose herself. His jaw dropped in awe as he gazed at the beautiful woman in front of him, his eyes wide in shock. Hermione Granger stood there in all her sexual glory, the Black Rose. To say that Lucius Malfoy's shock was light was a true lie. His Chanelle, not only the Black rose, but the once famous bushy haired know it all.

"I'm sorry pet, but I must attend to this, I shall see you next week" she said with a smile, and with that, the door closed and he was once again left without her presence. But she was always there, always.