CH 55: No Name [16]

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

I ignored her shock, and continued with my explanation. "Not that I don't respect your dedication to your role, but when you move like that, it's riding up your already short skirt up even further." I pulled back, examining her expression, which seemed to confuse her further as she tried to process why I was making it an issue of it, considering the situation I forced her in. I smirked, and continued my explanation. "Whenever your skirt slides away, it reveals your panties, and it's suspicious for you to still wear panties when we are supposed to look like we're doing to deed."

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"But…" she murmured, but no words followed it, unable to process the shifts and turns of the discussion.

"You're right," I answered, treating her errant word as a comprehensive argument in reverse. I was pushing it a bit, but it wasn't like she was in a position to notice logical fallacies like that. "We need to make sure to give an impression of passion, and the movement of your hips is vital for that. But still, we need to find a solution for that," I followed, pausing for a moment to give the impression of deep thought despite already reaching to the letter opener that had served me well when I had been trying to get rid of her bra.

"Don't do it," she said when she realized what I was reaching for, but it was too late. One of my arms were still around her waist, cutting any chance of pulling back while my other hand managed a more literal process of cutting.

Her expression of outrage was delicious as I cut her panties to pieces, enough that she was willing to ignore the fact that my shaft was pressing against her naked skin in favor of opening her mouth in preparation of an exclamation. I had no intention of allowing her to do that. "Someone is coming," I warned her. Of course, they were coming only because of the small message I had sent a moment ago, but in the grand scheme of things, that didn't matter much. I dropped the letter opener on the ground, and slid my emptied hand through her hair, tugging hard while my other hand slid under her skirt, clamping on her naked skin.

Distracted by the situation, her hips picked up the direction I was giving by pushing her up and down. Soon, she was gliding across my length, tempting me to take the final step. And when one of the guards stepped inside, not even bothering to knock thanks to the open door, I decided it was finally the time.

"Sir, do you have a minute," the guard said. I could feel Hermione stiffen on my lap, unable to handle the sudden presence of another voyeur, especially since discounting her flimsy skirt that had trouble staying in place, she was completely naked.

"Of course, explain," I answered even as I pulled from the kiss, looking at him over Hermione's shoulder. Meanwhile, I moved my other hand on her hip as well. I lifted her up, higher than I had ever done during our session, so much that the altitude of her entrance passed the crown of my shaft, before I suddenly changed the direction, slamming my shaft deep inside her. She realized what was about to happen fraction of a second before it actually did, but it was too late for her to reverse it. Not that she had any such ambition if I was reading her expression correctly.

I ignored the guard's explanation, my attention split between the amazing sensation I was experiencing as my shaft was wrapped with her walls, extremely tight despite her wetness, and her expression, turning into an erotic bundle of shock, anger, resignation, and even arousal, all wrapped by a thick layer of unexpected carnal pleasure.

I didn't need to see her expression to know that she wanted to react negatively in a way that had a likelihood to include violence, but her hands were tied with the presence of the guard in the room — figuratively of course, though thinking that created a beautiful vision of her, naked other than a Gryffindor tie around her wrist, neatly packing her for my attention. I took a note to actually try it in a later date, maybe when I bring her to a 'date' to apologize for my current outreach, taking her virginity in such a brute manner.

Her expression told me that she was split on losing her virginity. On the one hand, taking such an intimate step in front of an observer — one that was little more than a plant with all the magic I pumped into his brain, as I was too possessive to allow anything else; a bit of public teasing was fine, but I wouldn't allow a voyeur to watch as. A male one at least, I was much less negative about the voyeurs of the female variety. On the other hand, she failed to hide the rush of pleasure that invaded her body as I finally break through the barrier that kept her away from the full realization of pleasure, one that her body, trained to perfection during the last month, was begging for incessantly.

And the results of all that training started to show as the time rolled. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, she started showing the hints of getting into the action. The first to join the dance was her lips. With her head already buried on my neck to hide her face from the guard, her lips were close to my neck. Soon, I felt her teeth clamping on my skin hard enough to actually hurt. She might have thought as a punishment, but there was no hiding the passion behind it.

Her hips joined soon after, starting to move on their power rather than relying on my pushes, her tightness traversing my length repeatedly. She bit my neck even harder, suggesting that I wasn't the only one that was getting overwhelmed with the sensation. It was useful that she was too distracted with my presence to pay attention to the discussion between me and the guard, I thought, as I was having trouble maintaining even a semblance of reason in that discussion, spouting random words, my mind occupied by the delicious way she was wrapped around my girth.