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Her Bound Heart Chapter 2.
🕑 Added 2023-01-05 16:06:47 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Discreet Public Play, Exhibitionism, Teasing, Cum Play, BJs, Denial.
She lasted nearly the full hour without a single incident. Once she got over the original shock of what she was doing, it was the simple matter of kneeling silently on a carpet softer than the mattress on her bed in the dingy apartment she shared with Ginny. She was trying her damnedest not to purr as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair while he worked.
“I can feel you thinking, Miss Granger.” The slightly amused, self-assured tone of the man’s voice sent a shiver down her spine. This was someone who knew exactly what he wanted and was not afraid to go after it.
She turned to look at him with big brown eyes, feeling like a deer caught in a car’s headlights. “Are you a Legilimens, sir?” she asked, nervously licking her chapped lips.
Does he know how embarrassingly horny his little game is making me?
She glanced at the thin trickle of her arousal hanging from her virgin pussy, then at the tiny damp spot on the rug exactly below it.
He doesn’t need Legilimency for that, she reminded herself, quivering as his hand moved from her hair to her back, his index finger gently running down her bare spine.
“I can smell you too, Miss Granger.” She flushed at his delighted chuckle, realizing he had caught on to her discreet sniff. “It’s intoxicating,” he murmured.
“I bet you say that to every girl kneeling next to you,” Hermione shot back with a nervous smile. His confidence was infectious and he seemed to have a supernatural ability to set a person at ease.
The fact that she was very, very turned on by him certainly helped in settling her initial nerves. Her brain had stopped worrying about accidentally flashing her tits to the next person to walk through the door, his gentle touch driving away her anxiety and letting unabashed need fill the void.
“You are actually the first girl I’ve asked to do this… ever,” Harry murmured, his eyes focused on the financial reports in front of him.
“This isn’t part of the interview?” Her nervousness returned. She’d presumed this was just another test for all his prospective sugar babies. The fact that she had been the only one subjected to it made her anxious.
Is this a good thing? He won’t make me get naked just to reject me.
“So, what’re you thinking?”
Did he want to know what she had been thinking then or what she was thinking now? She decided to play it safe. “Uhm, when you first asked me the question I was thinking how strange it was that this is turning me on so much,” she murmured, her breath hitching as he leaned towards her, his hand pushing under her bum and gently coaxing her to sit up. “Now I’m thinking if I should be concerned about this part of the interview. The fact that I have to pass an extra hurdle doesn’t seem to bode well for my chances,” she said frankly.
“Who teaches you logic at Uni?” Harry asked, grabbing her pert asscheek. His fingers digging into her creamy skin drew out an involuntary moan from her lips and she blushed at how wanton she sounded.
Merlin, I hope he soundproofed his office.
SMACK.
“I- AH!” she squealed at the gentle slap to her bum. “Professor Grintletapper!”
“Well, I will be writing to her with a recommendation that you fail this semester.”
“Why, sir?” Hermione asked desperately. The thought of academic failure was too terrifying to even countenance.
“You wrote that you have a photographic memory in your bio.” It wasn’t a question.
“I do, sir,” Hermione murmured, breathing heavily. His hand had pushed between her thighs and gently shoved her legs apart, his fingers carelessly caressing her wet slit.
“Can you tell me what Section Three, Paragraph C of the prospective contract I sent you says?”
Photographic memory notwithstanding, she needed several minutes of thought to remember the exact clause. His actions had made it practically impossible to concentrate on anything except the gentle scrape of his calloused fingers against the smooth skin of her labia.
She could see the pleased expression on his face from the corner of her eye. The man was clearly enjoying her quiet whimpers and the desperate attempt to stifle her moans.
It was all a game for Harry Potter, and she was its ultimate prize.
“T-the dominant will not initiate any sexual contact with the submissive until he is satisfied they are c-compatible as partners,” Hermione stuttered, her hands desperately grabbing the handle of the drawer in front of her for leverage. His finger was teasing her labia, gently splitting the petals apart as it pushed into her throbbing core.
“Would you consider me having a finger inside you sexual contact, Miss Granger?”
“Y-yes.”
The finger was immediately withdrawn and her answer was rewarded by a harsh slap to her pussy with his open palm.
“Merlin!” She moaned, her eyes bulging. “Yes, sir!” she added quickly, squirming in place as a delicious stinging radiated through her core.
“What then, do my actions say about your chances?”
Hermione didn’t answer, desperately humping against the palm that lay flat against her pussy, desperate for friction and the relief it would bring.
“Come girl, use some of what you’ve learned in your fancy classes. It’s not that difficult.”
It bloody well is! She whined in her head, pouting at the unfairness of the situation. Why was he quizzing her when all she wanted to do was let him fuck her?
“U-uh…” she mumbled, trying to organize her jumbled thoughts. His finger resuming its tracing of her pussy lips wasn’t exactly helpful. “I-if you have already initiated sexual contact, it means I’ve passed the interview,” Hermione mumbled, groaning as he pulled his hand away.
“Please, sir,” she begged. He had offered her a glimpse of heaven, then rudely slammed the door in her face.
“After you sign the final contract, Miss Granger, not a minute before,” Harry replied, casually wiping his hand in her hair.
“I’ll do it now!” She tried to get up, only to be roughly pushed back down onto the floor by his hand on her shoulder.
“Your hour isn’t up, Miss Granger.” His reminder was cold, clinical, and delivered without an ounce of remorse.
This was also a man who was used to getting his way and the habit clearly translated to the bedroom. He wanted her to wait the full hour before letting her cum and she had a feeling that was exactly what was going to happen.
“Shall we talk about why you find it weird that kink is turning you on, Miss Granger?” Harry asked, pulling a red binder towards him. He opened it and flipped to the page he wanted to study. The hand on her shoulder had gently made her turn till she was facing him, then moved to languidly massage her petite breast. “You attached quite the essay detailing your fantasies with your application. It was an… enlightening read. I remember you saying you have been fascinated with kink ever since your roommate started sharing stories from her work with you. Why are you surprised today?”
“It wasn’t being turned on by the kink that surprised me, sir,” Hermione admitted quietly, a dark blush coating her cheeks. His fingers pinched her rapidly stiffening pink nub, using it to haul her closer to his chair. She groaned at the burn his harsh tug generated, her chest feeling like it was on fire as her breast was mercilessly pulled.
“What then?”
Fuck, this is embarrassing.
He waited for her answer, his fingers gently twisting her nipple as a silent reminder of the potential pitfalls of hesitating.
He had already demonstrated to her that he wasn’t afraid of punishing her, and she was bloody certain he had been holding back for her benefit.
Since she wasn’t exactly eager to bear the full brunt of her new dominant’s wrath, she forced her reluctant brain to cooperate and answer his question.
“I only had one partner before you, sir,” she admitted, staring at the rug in embarrassment. “We met on the train before the start of our first year. I never thought there was anyone else for me but him. It worked… until it didn’t,” she explained with a shrug. “The thing that I found interesting was that your hand in my hair got me wetter than an evening full of snogging him. I went to bed with panties as dry as the Sahara every single time without fail.”
Harry quirked an eyebrow. She knew what he was thinking.
Why had she stuck with a man who had the sexual appetite of a potato? It was a question she had found herself asking more and more often over the past year.
‘I know I’m not supposed to say anything bad about him, but a five-year relationship without a single orgasm is a sad state of affairs.’
That was what Ginny had told her the night before she had finally summoned up the courage to break up with the man.
It was only now, experiencing the sheer joy of having Harry’s fingers toy with her body that she realized just how depressing her past relationship had been.
He had been a noble and mostly good man. He just wasn’t the right one for her.
Conversely, there was nothing noble about what Harry Potter wanted from her. He wanted a pretty little toy, someone to fuck hard and fast before he got back to the business of running his business empire. Any relationship they had would be on his terms. He’d probably never love her.
Yet, if it came down to a choice, she knew exactly who she’d pick every single time.
She looked up when his hand finally stopped massaging her breasts, coming face-to-face with emerald eyes burning with curiosity.
“Who-” he started, the rest of his question cut off by the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching the door.
Hermione whipped her head towards the shut door, frozen in terror at the prospect of being caught in such a compromising position.
She could already imagine the headlines the Prophet would run the next day.
‘Penniless Muggleborn Caught Seducing Potter Heir for Academic Favors.’
One of her lecture halls bore his family’s name for Morgana’s sake!
Harry had sprung into action, however, grabbing the back of her neck and gently guiding her into the space under his desk, hiding her from view long before the door opened.
“Harry!”
Hermione’s eyes widened.
What is he doing here?!
“Ron.” Harry’s tone was clipped, the undercurrent of warmth in his voice all but evaporating.
“I’m sorry sir, I told Mr. Weasley that you were indisposed-”
“It’s alright Patricia,” Harry said, interrupting her. “I’m knee-deep in something Ron, can whatever you’ve come to talk about wait?”
Hermione giggled, clamping her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.
Harry Potter was indeed knee-deep in something. Her.
Suddenly feeling bold, she wrapped her arms around his legs and pulled herself as close to him as she could, resting her cheek on his knee. She acted on instinct, her hand moving to the zip of his trousers, slowly pulling it down.
Harry hissed, causing Hermione to grin.
Two can play this game, Mr. Potter, she thought, licking her lips in anticipation. Her hand had slipped into his pants, fingers gingerly probing the rapidly growing bulge in his boxers.
“You alright, mate?”
“Just a cramp,” Harry lied. He shifted his leg, pushing his foot between her thighs. Hermione turned her face into his leg to muffle her moans as he pushed the foot up against her pussy and began to rub against her needy sex under the guise of shaking out the cramp.
She couldn’t help herself. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers, well aware that she was only increasing the chances of them getting caught. “F-fuck,” she whispered, trying to stay as quiet as she could as she humped his shoe, its end brushing against her clit with every bounce.
“Want to grab some lunch with me? Stretch out those feet?” Ron asked, utterly oblivious to what was going on under the desk.
Hermione had pulled Harry’s semi-erect cock free from his boxers, enraptured by its girth and the thick veins that crisscrossed its rigid length. How her ex could miss the blatant sexual activity going on in front of his eyes was beyond her. She presumed Patricia had left, although she had no way of knowing for sure. Not that it mattered, she was pretty certain the older woman would be entirely unfazed even if she caught Hermione bouncing on her boss’ cock.
“I would love to, Ron,” Harry murmured, his voice strained. Hermione kept staring at his gently twitching cock, hypnotized by it yet not daring to go any further than she already had. “But I really am swamped with work today. Our quarterly review is coming up and it’s my opportunity to prove to my father that he made the right decision in letting me take the reins of the business at such a young age so he could concentrate on politics..”
“You work too hard. You need to have some fun too.”
Oh, he’s having fun alright, Hermione thought, stuffing her fingers into her mouth to stifle the groan that escaped her throat when Harry twisted his ankle, pushing the thin leather edge of his shiny black shoe between her pussy lips.
Harry ignored Ron’s grumbling. “Speaking of work,” he started, casually flipping through the binder in front of him. “How is the shop?”
“That’s what I wanted to speak to you about, actually,” Ron said. Hermione froze when heard the gentle scrape of a chair against the soft rug.
Fuck, I’m going to cum, Ron. I can’t cum with you here. Please go, she begged in her own mind, hoping she could manifest her prudish ex leaving. Harry’s hand coming under the desk and burying in her hair immediately caused the tension to leave her body and the girl relaxed, sinking back down onto his foot.
“Yes? Is everything alright?” Harry asked, gently tugging on her hair. The message was clear and Hermione obeyed against her better judgment, stuffing her fingers back into her mouth as she resumed grinding against his shoe. Her moans and whimpers were growing louder and louder despite her best efforts and she could only pray he wouldn’t catch on.
A small, selfish, and frustrated part of her did want him to catch them. To have him watch Harry give her what he had denied for five long years. To see how happy they could have been if only he had been flexible for once in his bloody life.
It was this part of her that was driving her actions, convincing her that she had to stifle her moans with something thicker than her fingers. She grabbed his cock with shaky hands, guiding his tip towards her waiting lips.
Harry groaned quietly when she wrapped her pink lips around his sensitive tip, clumsily taking his length into the warm embrace of her mouth.
“Sounds like a really bad cramp, mate,” Ron said obliviously.
“Oh, you have no idea,” Harry murmured, breathing heavily. He glanced down at her, his eyes alit with amusement. “I’ll deal with her later. Tell me about the shop,” he said, pulling his hand away from her to avoid rousing suspicion.
“Well, I feel like my talents are being wasted managing the store,” Ron said. “The Chudley Canons are up for sale. If you buy them, I can manage the team for you.”
Harry sighed. While he sympathized with his friend’s predicament in loving the worst club in the domestic circuit, he wasn’t going to sink his money into a team whose Seeker had failed to catch a single snitch all season. “How about we discuss this over drinks?” Harry asked, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
“Tonight?”
Harry’s eyes flickered down to her again. She had taken an inch of him inside her mouth before she found she could take no more. So she settled for simply swirling her tongue around his sensitive glans, gagging quietly as her mouth tried to adjust to the foreign sensation.
“Uh…” His brain stalled as her tongue’s rough surface ran right over the tiny opening in his cock, lapping up the precum leaking out of it.
Salty. I like it.
“You have a date.” Ron’s voice carried a mixture of excitement and disappointment.
“Kinda,” Harry muttered, gripping the armrests of his chair, his knuckles white. Hermione had stopped humping in favor of fully concentrating on sucking his cock, and her efforts were bearing fruit.
He could feel the coil tightening in the pit of his stomach and he knew his orgasm was embarrassingly close.
“Is it Parvati? Can you ask her why Padma won’t reply to my letters?”
“I will.” Harry nodded, hoping it was the quickest way to get rid of Ron.
The man thankfully grinned and stood, “How about Sunday then?”
“Works for me,” Harry mumbled, biting his lower lip. He moaned quietly the minute Ron shut the office door behind him as he left, his hands moving to bury themselves in Hermione’s hair.
“You cheeky little minx,” he growled, gently pushing her down on his shaft, helping her swallow a third of his cock. “Breathe through your nose, darling. It’ll be alright,” Harry whispered as she gagged and drooled around his girth.
Hermione nodded as best she could, her nails digging into his thighs as she forced herself to stay calm. She watched with wide eyes as he wrapped his hand around the part of his cock not inside her mouth and began to pump.
His eyes were fixed on her tiny, sweat-covered body, his lust for her plainly visible. He was masturbating to her, to bookish, boring, plain old Hermione Granger! Not only that, but he was preventing her from pulling away with his hand in her hair, clearly intending to use her as a cum receptacle.
Not even in her wildest fantasies had she imagined something so hot.
“F-fuck me. This isn’t how I imagined this interview going. Fuck! Mione, I’m going to, oh! Oh, God!” Harry groaned, sinking into the chair as he orgasmed. Hermione valiantly tried to swallow the dollops of warm, salty seed shot into her mouth but the amount was far too much for the inexperienced girl. Before long it was leaking out of the corners of her mouth, dribbling down to her chin before ultimately ending up splashed against her breasts.
Hermione lay kneeling even after Harry had pulled out of her, her happy, lust-addled brain too tired to make sense of everything that had just happened.
He’d called her Mione.
No one has ever used that nickname before. She decided she quite liked it.
She happily let him pull her out of the desk, grabbing his arms for support as he pushed his hands under her shoulders lifting her up onto his desk. “I won,” she said, giggling quietly. She watched him pull open his top drawer and retrieve a box of wet wipes. “Do you really just keep a box of those around?”
“Won what? I didn’t know we were playing a game,” Harry teased, pulling out a wet wipe and using it to wipe himself clean. “And I have to. You never know when a cheeky brat will walk into your office and make a mess.”
Hermione grinned, wriggling happily on the desk. “I got you to cum. You didn’t make me cum. I won.”
“We could change that.” He closed the distance between them with surprising speed and wrapped an arm around her, his hand flat on her back to support her. His right hand moved to her pussy, fingers expertly locating her clit in a matter of seconds and starting to massage the sensitive bundle with practiced ease.
“Unghhhh… sir! Please!” Hermione begged, her legs shaking as her pleasure began to build once more.
He leaned close to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. “But I’m not going to.” And true to his words he brought her right to the edge before withdrawing, leaving her a mess in both the literal and metaphorical sense.
“Please! Please, sir!” She begged, rubbing her thighs. Her attempts to substitute his hand with hers were gently rebuffed by him gripping her wrists and pinning her hands to the desk.
“No,” Harry said coldly. “An orgasm is earned, Miss Granger.”
“You’re an evil man.” Hermione pouted, but quietly added the honorific. “Sir.”
“Is this your way of telling me you’d like to back out of our arrangement?”
“Not for anything in the world,” Hermione mumbled, letting him push her down on the desk. Now that she had a taste, she was addicted.
This is what I’ve been searching for.
“So, how do you know Ron?” Hermione asked, turning her head to let him clean her cheek.
“Well, his parents are close to my father. They fought together in the Great War. I think we had a couple of play dates when we were two years old, but not a lot after that. I guess I was just closer to Neville and Susan so I hung around with them. We shared a dorm so we exchanged pleasantries and whatnot, but we didn’t really become friends until Fred and George convinced me to invest in their store a few months ago. He manages it for them while they handle the creative side of the business,” Harry explained, using a tissue to wipe her face clean.
Well, that explained why he didn’t know about her past with Ron. It had been nearly a year since they’d broken up and her ex has clearly moved on before she did.
“And Parvati?” Hermione asked shrewdly. She wasn’t particularly jealous. She was simply curious why he wanted her when he had the option to date one of the sexiest women she knew.
“We went on one date. We had zero chemistry but Ron asked Padma on a date and she wouldn’t agree unless Parvati made it a double date, which is how I got roped in,” Harry explained, leaning over the desk to grab her clothes.
She happily accepted his help in getting dressed, savoring any chance to feel his hands on her body. “She’s hot.”
“Not my type. Besides, I don’t have the time to date anyone. Potter Potions doesn’t run itself.”
Hermione bit her lip, staring at him with big brown eyes. “Am I your type?”
“Maybe,” Harry muttered, buttoning up her blouse.
Hermione grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She hopped off the desk once she was fully dressed, kneeling under his desk to retrieve her heels.
He was holding a thin file for her when she stood. “You have six hours until we’re supposed to meet up for dinner, Miss Granger. This is your final contract, read all of it. The address to my apartment is on the first page.”
Hermione nodded and took the file from him before walking towards the door on unsteady feet.
“Thank you, sir,” she murmured, pausing at the door.
“Thank you, Miss Granger. I’ll see you tonight,” Harry said softly before sitting down on his chair and returning his attention to his work.
Taking that as her cue to leave Hermione slipped out of the office and wordlessly limped across the now-empty waiting room, pausing when Patricia called out to her.
“Miss Granger?”
“Y-yes ma’am?” Hermione stammered, waiting to be told off. After all, the woman knew she was in the office when Ron had barged in, and since she was nowhere to be seen… Patricia seemed like the kind of woman who was smart enough to put two and two together.
“You’ll need this. It’s the key to his apartment. It’s far too cold for you to be waiting on the pavement when he’s inevitably late,” Patricia said, pushing a key that had a keychain with ‘Miss Granger’ etched into it across the counter.
“I-How? Did you know he’d select me?” Hermione asked, studying the personalized key.
“Miss Granger I know him perhaps even better than he knows himself. I always knew it was going to be you.”
“Oh.” She smiled sheepishly, reassured by the kind expression on the woman’s stern face.
“You might want to wipe your chin, dear,” Patricia said, picking up her quill and resuming scribbling down the memo she had been writing.
Hermione rubbed her chin, turning red when her thumb captured a dollop of cum. She scurried out of the building to avoid any more potentially embarrassing encounters, the file he had given her clutched tightly against her chest.
Ginny isn’t going to believe what happened when I tell her.
Notes:
Narrator: Harry does end up loving her. James living and raising Harry is the mother of all butterfly events. In my head nothing follows Canon, including Harry making friends with Hermione and Ron (both of which required very specific conditions to happen). Pettigrew is locked away and Voldemort isn't back (yet). I don't bash characters but I also don't make them all perfect or excuse their mistakes, and Ron will have his flaws.
Comments
Matlef
Really good work on the chapter. The chemistry works so well even when they are just starting out. While it isn't really related to the story, the mentions of Ginny and her work got me thinking. Imagine a comedy fic where Ginny is working as an escort, and having to avoid letting her brothers, or worse, Molly find out. Also, Voldemort has not returned... Yet? That's fucking ominous.
R. Collins
I don't write NTR cause I don't really enjoy it lol. That's not to say I'm above using their past relationship and breakup as a source of drama. As for Ron, I think he 's being overly friendly cause he wants to get closer to Harry. Again, this won't be an Evil! Ron or anything even close to that, I just feel this is in character for him. Patricia is going to play a big role in the story!
tornadoboy
I like this Patricia chick lol. Also Ron is oddly familiar for a dude who's only really been friendly with him for a few months. You going NTR with this? Or is that not up your alley?
Erinnyes
Damn, I feel almost as teased as poor Hermione. 😁 It was sexy, fun, and well paced, great work!
