There was a certain satisfaction watching Hermione's reaction as I leaned back on my chair. At first, I was expecting an explosive display of anger from her, but instead, she tried to pull herself in a sitting position, which proved harder than she had been thinking after our rather intimate embrace, leaving her with trembling limbs.
On her face, I could see tendrils of anger that was trying to form, but they failed to attain success. It wasn't a huge shock. With the state of her emotions, actively manifesting one while erasing the others was near impossible. After all, during the last hour, she had run through a plethora of challenges that pushed her significantly out of her comfort zone. Being forced to visit a prison while dressed like a stripper was tough, but not as tough as being forced to act like one. Not even a classy one with no touch rule, but in a seedy joint where the customer had the total control over her body…
Ultimately, first losing her clothes, then her virginity, to her schoolyard nemesis didn't make things easier to process. Then, from her perspective, there was the voyeur guard that had been a witness to everything, unaware that he was under imperius. And to top off everything, there was the small gift that I had left in the confines of her body.
No, her difficulty in processing her emotions was not a surprise.
I didn't even bother putting my penis back in my pants, choosing to start speaking instead. "So, I think we were talking about the prison camps," I murmured in a casual manner, picking up from where our discussion had been left-off. And just like that, astonishment had been added to her face, reminding her status as a spy for the forces of light. "One of the biggest camps are located in…"
But even as I moved through the explanation about Dark Lord's power logistics, most of my attention was on her body and her reactions. Her body, because she looked spectacular, wearing nothing but a miniskirt, fishnets, and heeled shoes, her otherwise naked body marred with my attention, capped with a gentle mix of our bodily fluid, dribbling down from between her legs… All around, the view was delicious enough that a certain part of my body was working overtime to come back to life.
I was two minutes into the discussion about the spread of the various prison camps over the country when Hermione managed to break through her haze, enough to right herself on the table, her legs crossed, her arms around her chest in an attempt to hide her breasts, which was a bit late as far as her modesty was concerned. Despite her expression, charged with anger, it took another few minutes to gather enough presence of mind to speak. "Stop," she whispered, her voice coming out more vulnerable than she was planning if her follow-up expression was any indicator.
"Was I not clear enough about the locations," I countered casually. "I was hoping that you will be able to keep all of it in mind. I can draw a map as well, but that seems like an unnecessary risk. A witch with your smarts should be able to handle it-" I said, playing misunderstanding angle about her reflex until she managed to cut me off.
"It's not that," she murmured with a hint of outrage. I had an amused expectation that her outrage was more about questioning her memorization capability than anything else. After a deep breath, she continued with a freshly sparked outrage. "We need to talk about what you have just done!"
"What about it?" I said in an exaggerated casualness.
"What about it!" she repeated, her anger tinged with shock. "How can you ask me that?"
"By opening my mouth, apparently," I said.
"You!" she spat. Fed with my casualness, her anger flared even more, enough to distract her from some peripheral details, like why her arms were wrapped around her chest. She pushed herself off the table and on her feet, her arms high with an angry gesture. But my attention was on her breasts, freed from their temporary support, tumbling temptingly.
Tempting enough to make me adjust my plans. Initially, I had been planning to let her put a show of anger until the edge wore off, but I stoop up sharply instead. With my face just an inch away from hers, her next words lay forgotten. "Me!" I answered her with a distorted echo.
I took a small step forward, and she took a larger one back. I took another, and this time, my desk, which had already been an excellent facilitator for our earlier activities, turned out to be helpful once more, and prevented her retreat. Before she could escape sideways, I put my arms on both sides of her, cutting her escape. She could have forced her way away, but as I expected, she didn't even try it.
I leaned forward until I could feel her warmth over my skin, but avoided actual touch, choosing to hover a small distance away. "You want to know why I did what I did? That why I took you on the same desk that you're leaning helplessly, something that would require only a push to repeat…" As I spoke, emotions danced on her face, fear, panic, desperation, and most importantly, arousal…
She shook her head helplessly, but at this point, I had no intention of stopping my explanation. "I take the easy road and claim that it was just to protect my role as a spy, but that would be a lie," I said even as I slid my fingers through her bushy hair, but let my fingers hang limply. "The answer is simple. I wanted it. I wanted you."
"Why?" she said in the form of a fragile whisper, a touch away from crumbling, her earlier outrage evaporated completely. All it would take was one bad answer to make her shatter completely.
"It's simple," I said even as I leaned further, my lips close to hers as well, using a husky voice. "You're a beautiful, smart, determined, and passionate woman, and all together, these qualities make you downright sexy, an object of desire, one that I needed to stay away from because of the stupid role I had to play back in Hogwarts." I could feel the drivel I was spewing was working as intended, breaking her already damaged balance completely.
"Can you imagine my torture," I continued as I hardened my hold on her hair. Her mouth opened, but the gasp she let out was a gasp that wouldn't be amiss in an erotic movie. "Sharing the same corridors with such a majestic beauty, only to stay away because of all that pureblood nonsense. Can you really blame me for taking the chance when I saw it?"
"No," she whispered. Hypnotized by my monologue, she didn't seem to be entirely in her right mind as she gave her answer, but I wasn't a gentleman, so I used the opportunity to close the remaining distance between our bodies. I could see her mouth opening in alarm but my lips smashed against hers, preventing her from saying anything.
The kiss finally cut through the haze she had been under, but it was too late. Her hands found my chest, but it wasn't surprising for her to lack the power to push me back. My tongue, ravaging her mouth mercilessly, was an excellent distraction excuse.
I put my hands on her chest as well, mirroring her latest action, though my intention was not to push her away. Instead, my fingers sank into her amazing globes once more, treating me with another portion of the amazing dessert I had already sampled. She tried to say something, but in the situation we were sharing, it came out as a mangled mess. In response, I squeezed her tits harder, converting it to a cry that I suppressed with my lips.
Happy with the impact, I pulled back from the kiss even as I squeezed her tits mercilessly once more, forcing a boundless cry off her lips. This time, without a barrier to muffle, it echoed off the walls. "Somebody is enjoying herself," I said.
"N-no-" she tried to argue, but it wasn't really effective after I squeezed her breast, forcing yet another moan off her.
Immediately after, one of my hands moved down and slipped under her skirt, caressing her folds, sopping wet with arousal. "Don't lie to me," I ordered with a sharp smirk even as one of my fingers slipped inside her.
"I'm not - lying!" she said, interrupted by a gasp and followed by another moan as I added two more fingers inside her, pumping her mercilessly. I didn't even bother to answer her question, choosing to lean forward instead. I sneaked my lips to the nook of her neck, nibbling her neck gently, an approach that contrasted greatly with the merciless pumping I had been delivering with my finger.
"Detention for telling such an obvious lie, Miss Granger," I said after pulling back, though my hands were still at work. "You need to pay better attention to your body, because it seems to have no problem contradicting your words." I pulled my hand out of her tunnel, still glistening with her juices, and brought it to her face. "Does it look like you're not enjoying it."
"But… I don't…" she murmured in confusion, for once failing to string a coherent argument together.
It was a mistake, of course, as I had no issues in using the opportunity to discreetly change position until I was standing between her legs, parted earlier during the assault of my fingers. "Convincing rebuttal," I said mockingly. "We should have created a debate team back in school. You would have been the star of it."
Funny enough, the insult against her academic capabilities worked much better in dispelling her confusion, replacing it with a spark of anger. Unfortunately, she had missed the significance of our relative positioning, at least until I pushed my hips forward, sheathing myself in her wet tunnel once more. "No! Not again!" she exclaimed. Naturally, I ignored it in favor of pushing my full length inside her, leveraging her looseness thanks to our earlier session, and the rest of her argument melted into a pleasure-filled cry.
"Come on, little lioness," I said even as I pumped inside her mercilessly. "Isn't it a bit late to act like you're not enjoying it. We both know the truth of the matter, that the attraction is not a one-way street. Why are you bothering to deny it?"
"No, it's not true," she replied with alarm. A display of panic even greater than the time I took her virginity, which would have revealed her attraction if I hadn't already engineered it in the first place.
"Really?" I said even as I pushed inside her sharply once more, my hands roaming freely over her body, leaving my mark over her skin. "So, you're telling me that you didn't have any fantasies where I bend you down on a desk in the library, or corner you in a dark corridor, and teaching you the meaning of respect."
"What! How do you-" she started before her explanation came to a sudden stop. "I mean, no, of course not," she said, trying to recover her explanation, but it didn't work very well.
"Come on, honey," I said even as I took her nipple between my finger, gently holding it for a moment before suddenly twisting, just hard enough to be painfully erotic. "Didn't I already tell you that you're bad at lying. Now, truth please."
She tried to meet my eyes with a rebellious gaze, but as she was learning it, it was really hard to do against someone that was pumping her insides mercilessly. "Yes," she murmured in defeat. "I occasionally dream about you."
"See, was that too hard," I said even as I slid my hand between her hair, gently directing her to look into my eyes. "Now, why don't you tell one of these stories to me."
She looked reluctant at first, but when I tightened my grip on her hair warningly, her approach changed significantly. "It was in the library, and you were the head boy…" she started, telling the fake-dream I had set up for her in great detail. It wasn't a smooth tale, sometimes broken by her shyness, but more often, by her gasps, as I continued to impale her through her explanation.
I picked up the pace as she told the tale of how I used chains to wrap her body in her 'dream'. Interestingly, she didn't try to lie, other than a few details which probably changed in her mind after the weeks that passed between the encounter. Or it was entirely possible that she had a repeat of the dream. I wouldn't blame her, as it was quite good as far as the fantasies went.
"Damn, that was an excellent dream," I said when she finished the story while continuing to impale her. "It's a miracle that I managed to keep myself from cumming."
"Not inside," she yelped in panic, but her escape route was cut by my desk, so she kept her position.
"Come on, sweetie, I already did it once. What's the harm," I said cheekily.
"Not inside," she repeated, this time firmer, encouraged by the levity of my reply.
I kept my gaze even, and her determination was quick to show the signs of melting. After several seconds, I spoke. "Okay, I'll warn you before the climax," I said.
"Promise me you'll actually pull back," she said, forcing the issue.
"Whatever you want, sweet cheeks. I promise I'll pull out," I said, letting her have a false victory rather than an extended argument. She nodded, satisfied.
Of course, I had no intention of giving even an illusion of victory without a payment. I grabbed her hands and led them towards my shoulders. "Pull tighter," I said. She looked at me with reticence, but when my smile tightened, she was quick to comply. My reason for doing so was simple. I wanted her to take a more active role in our embrace. And while I would have preferred for her to ride me in a reverse cowgirl position in a reckless abandon, but there was still some work to be done until we could reach that point.
After another few minutes, and my resistance was about to crumble. "It's time for a creampie," I said with a smirk as I grabbed her hips tight, cutting any chance of her escape.
"Wait-" she tried to warn, only to cut short when I slammed my lips against hers in another searing kiss. Shocked by the sudden intimacy, her resistance faltered for a moment, allowing me to fill her up once more. Realizing that the opportunity to escape had passed, she stayed passively, trying to hide her frustration.
"That was nice," I said casually as I pulled back, but only after making sure that I had deployed every last drop inside her.
She looked at me with trembling eyes, and if I wasn't familiar with her expression, I might have mistaken in for being about to cry. Her frustration was easy to see, but the guilty enjoyment, I was able to catch only because of my familiarity. "You came inside me, again," she said.
"Yes," I answered smugly, intentionally keeping close.
"But… You promised," she murmured.
"I lied," I answered smugly. An expression of outrage passed through her face, though mixing with her naked state and her marred skin, it just made her sexier. I leaned in for a quick peck, cutting off her angry statement. "I have already explained it to you. I want you, and I will not let something as silly of honesty to prevent it."
She tried to come up with an answer, but my shameless acceptance seemed to work better than anything other I might come up with. "We have less than an hour until the shift change. We can continue to argue about how and why I chose to pump you full with my seed, or I can explain to you about the location and the guard schedules of the prison camps for the muggleborn. Your choice."
My crassness seemed to push her towards another spiral of shyness. It took several seconds for her to answer. "Prison camps," she murmured in defeat. While she tried to answer, I sat back once more, while she chose to sit on my desk once more, her legs firmly shut to prevent a glimpse into her nether lips, though she seemed to miss the fact that it also trapped my seed inside her.
While I was hoping for her to give me some clues about Voldemort's little trinkets of immortality, the fact that she didn't wasn't surprising. Our earlier embrace was confusing enough for her, and even if she was inclined to open up about her most dangerous secret, she probably wanted to make sure my information about the prison camps were correct before moving forward.
"I think I was explaining the guard schedule for the forest camp…" I said, launching another length explanation about some of the most dangerous secrets of Death Eaters. Accurate information like that was even more dangerous in the magical world, where a dedicated attack force could appear, attack, and retreat in less than a minute under a sharp leadership. And while so-called Order lacked in effectiveness front, the people that worked for Death Eaters, especially ones guarding the camps that deemed low-priority.
As I explained the guard schedules, I saw Hermione reach down for her damaged top, but my fingers wrapped around her wrist before she could grab it. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Reaching for my clothes," she answered, trying to sound belligerent, but the impression was ruined by the tremble in her tone.
"And what if a guard suddenly decides to visit," I countered. "Do you actually want to blow our cover." She failed to answer, ducking her head down like she was getting scolded by a professor. "We better seem to be still working, otherwise they would ask why I didn't send you away after finishing." And just like that, I pulled her on my lap, leveraging my grip around her wrist.
She tried to escape, but I wrapped my arm around her waist, preventing her escape. "Keep calm if you don't want to awaken the junior," I warned, which was enough for her to stop moving. "Excellent, now, make sure to give the impression of a loving girlfriend, maybe some kisses on my neck or something." She looked at me at horror, and I smirked. "Just to get the details right."
Her conflict lasted a moment before she let out a defeated sigh, and brought her lips on my neck. I continued my explanation while my hands continued to explore her body, gently sliding over her spine. She kept to my warning and stopped wiggling, but that didn't prevent my shaft from awakening a minute later. I marked it as a success when she made no sound of protest when I slid inside her once more, slowly exploring her insides once more as I continued my explanation about the guard schedules.
Being a double-agent turned out to be even more fun than I had been expecting!