The silk is soft and cool. It’s fastened securely around her wrists and ankles, and Hermione can feel it tighten as she tugs on it. Unlike magical bindings, the silk is a physical reminder of her captivity, which is his intention. She hates being tied up, hates not having control, and hates having her freedom taken away. Of course, this is punishment under the guise of adventurous sex, so her opinion doesn’t necessarily matter. Not right now.
“I hate you,” she mutters as she tugs again on the silk. She feels vulnerable and weak like this: naked and spread wide on their simple cotton sheets. She chooses to ignore the fact that her nipples are hard and that she’s already wet without him even touching her because her reaction is physical and her hatred is mental. There’s a difference, she knows, and it doesn’t make her enjoy the situation any less.
“No, you don’t.” Charlie sounds smug, and she doesn’t have to see his face to know he must be smirking. After all, he managed to convince her he wasn’t angry or annoyed only to tie her up and proceed to promise her a punishment she wouldn’t be able to forget anytime soon. “You like this, even if you hate to admit it. If you didn’t, I’d have done something else, punishment or not.”
“Don’t tell me how I feel, Charles,” she says sharply. She blinks behind the blindfold he’s used and scowls, wishing she could see him. He’s so bloody stubborn that she should have known he was planning something and hadn’t just let her forgetfulness slide, but she forgets sometimes just how determined he can be. In the six years they’ve been together, he’s rarely been pushed to a point of taking such action, so it’s not a constant to get used to like other things.
“When you get angry, your face and chest flush with color,” he observes. She feels him touch her breast and bites her lip to keep from giving him the satisfaction of moaning. “You’d kick my arse if you weren’t tied up, wouldn’t you?”
“With pleasure.”
“So, see, it’s only smart to keep you tied up until you no longer want to hurt me. Survival instincts, you know? You should be proud of how clever I am.” He rubs his thumb over her nipple. “I love your tits. How they fit my hand perfectly, not too big or too small. Just right.”
“Tying me up isn’t clever. It’s very stupid, actually, because I’ll get you back,” she warns. She shifts and moves her legs, groaning in frustration when she can’t break through her bindings. “And stop talking about my breasts.”
“I wouldn’t have secured your legs except I figured you’d try kicking. Knowing you, you’d manage a good aim even when blindfolded, so it was too dangerous.” He moves, and she feels his cock brush against her hip. “Besides, you were a very naughty little girl, so you needed to be disciplined.”
“Don’t call me a little girl. I’m twenty-eight, and I certainly didn’t do anything to deserve this treatment.”
“You forgot our anniversary. For the third year in a row. Last year, you promised you’d remember or I could do anything I wanted to you. Your words, love, not mine. Be a good girl and enjoy your punishment. I know I will.”
“I didn’t intend to forget, Charlie. I’ve just been working on this case---”
“And I’ve been working with the hatchlings, but I remembered. We both work a lot, Hermione, and we both have long hours and jobs that matter to us. But we should matter more than any of that.”
“We do.” She hates the hurt that she can hear in his tone, but she actually welcomes the blindfold that keeps her from seeing it on his face. “I’m bad with dates. You know that. I don’t even usually celebrate my birthday because I don’t remember until after it‘s already passed. Our anniversary is important to me, but it‘s just one day a year.”
“It has meaning. I don’t care if it’s just one day out of 365. It’s the day that we stood before our friends and family and said a whole bunch of words that make it special.” He moves his hand to her other breast and squeezes. “I might not be much of a romantic, but I still think it’s an important day to remember.”
“You’re far more romantic than I am, Charlie. And it is a special day, but it’s not like we don’t appreciate each other and enjoy our relationship all the time. If it ever reached a point where that’s the only day we actually talk or shag, then I’d see it being a problem.”
“We won’t reach that point,” he says confidently. “You know, I really wish you’d stop bitching about my getting the better of you this time and just enjoy your punishment. We did have a deal, after all, and I’ll definitely make it enjoyable for both of us.”
“If it’s punishment, I’m not supposed to enjoy it. Besides, it’s your fault because you know I hate being tied up and blindfolded. I can’t see you, can’t touch, and can’t move enough to even get comfortable.” She pauses. “And I’m not bitching. I’m merely pointing out that your logic is weak, at best.”
“Probably because I’m not much for logic. Much more for action and doing what feels right. It’s why you like me.”
“Don’t be smug. It’s unbecoming. And don’t smirk.”
“You can’t see me; how do you know if I’m smirking or not?” He twists her nipple before the bed moves and he licks it.
“I just know.” She pulls on the silk again and curses her body for reacting to him. How can she possibly argue when she’s breathing hard and moaning like a wanton slag?
Charlie sucks her nipple, curling his tongue around it as he moves his hand down her body. When he reaches her cunt, he strokes her teasingly. She knows she’s wet, and now she can’t even continue arguing with him because it’s obvious that she’s enjoying this despite her protestations. He shifts above her until she can feel his erection pressed against her thigh. “See, you like it,” he murmurs before he kisses her.
It’s a passionate kiss, one that makes her toes curl as she arches off the bed towards him. When he pulls back, she says, “Please take the blindfold off. I want to see you, Charlie.”
Instead of him answering, she soon feels his fingers in her hair as he unfastens the knot keeping the blindfold in place. It gives, and she blinks as the darkness gives way to candlelight. Charlie smiles sheepishly before he kisses her again, working his fingers back into her wet cunt as he sucks her tongue and nips at her lips. He starts to kiss his way down her body, dragging his wet fingers over her thigh and leg as he moves lower. She rolls her hips up to rub against his muscular chest, which makes him laugh and swat at her hip.
When he blows a raspberry on her belly, she giggles even as she tries to glare down at him. He grins and reaches up to tweak her nipple before she can scold. Finally, he stops his teasing and tormenting and settles between her legs. He grips her thigh with one hand, rubbing circles on her taut skin with his thumb as he stares at her cunt. She knows what the bloody git is trying to do, what her actual punishment truly is, and she doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning without at least trying to remain stalwart.
“Your pretty little cunt is dripping, love. You should see it,” he murmurs, puffs of warm breath making her shiver as he speaks directly between her legs even as his gaze stays on her face. “So pink and wet, just asking to be licked and stroked until you come so hard you can’t even think.”
“I sincerely doubt that my vagina,” she uses the most clinical and un-sexy word she can think of, “is talking to you, Charlie. If it is, you need to consider seeing someone at St. Mungos.”
“Oh, it’s talking. It’s saying ‘lick me, suck me, touch me, fuck me’ over and over,” he tells her smugly. “It’s past the point of caring what I even use. My tongue, my fingers, my cock, or possibly something else.”
“There will be no ‘something else’,” she warns, knowing from experience that Charlie likes to experiment far too much to give carte blanche. While she usually enjoys his experiments, and makes him participate in many of her own ideas, she isn’t in the mood for him to use a toy or whatever other random object occurs to him.
“That’s too bad. Was just thinking that those new candles are rather phallic. Though you probably knew that when you were buying them, didn’t you? You love cock, love touching and sucking and riding it, and I doubt it’s a coincidence that those new fat candles are nearly as wide as my cock.” He grins. “Your cunt seems to like the idea, even if you don’t. I can see it clenching and rolling up to offer itself to me. Lucky for you, I’m not in a sharing mood tonight. It’ll be me inside you, not some bloody candle.”
“I don’t love cock, in general. I just happen to love your cock,” she says matter-of-factly, which earns her a lick from arse to clit.
Charlie scrapes his teeth against her inner thigh and then kisses the marks he makes. “You know what I want, Hermione. Give it to me and I’ll make you scream.”
“No,” she says, groaning when he lightly strokes her cunt. She pulls on the silk around her ankles as hard as she can, but it doesn’t give at all.
“It’s just one word. One little one-syllable word that will make this all better,” he says before nuzzling her cunt and smelling. He doesn’t lick, but he rubs his nose right against her sensitive clit as he inhales her scent. “Just one word.”
His breath is even closer now, and she shudders as she digs her fingernails into her palm. She can resist. If he gets tired of waiting, he’ll forget about this silly game and just fuck her all the harder. She loves when he gets that way, and her punishments are usually a fast and dirty fuck in some outrageous place where they might get caught.
Of course, when she normally does something warranting ‘punishment’, it’s often deliberate and intended. This time isn’t because she did honestly forget the date. She supposes it’s only fair that he does something unexpected to make sure she remembers. In fact, her ideas for punishing him are generally more like this, with teasing and taking her time until he’s hoarse from moaning.
“Stubborn woman,” he mutters before he raises his head. His face is wet from nuzzling her, and she licks her lips as she stares down at him. He moves to a kneeling position and starts to stroke his cock. “Fine. I’ll just get off and make you watch. If you’d just say it, I’d forget about all this teasing and slide right inside you. You’re so wet that it wouldn’t take but one hard thrust before I’m buried deep in your cunt. Then I’d fuck you so hard that you felt me for days after.”
“That doesn’t sound too enjoyable,” she stammers, tummy clenching as she watches him wank. He shifts and rubs the head of his cock right against her clit, his head falling back as he moans softly. She arches her hips up, trying to get more friction, but he moves quickly and places his free hand on her to force her back down.
“None of that,” he tsks. “Maybe I’ll just fuck those gorgeous tits. Push them together and fuck them so hard that I bruise your chin from the force of my cock hitting you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Such sensitive tits you have, and you’d be aching for something to fill your cunt as I use you for my pleasure.”
She has to laugh. “You’d never use me, Charlie. Not like that.”
“I could,” he tells her. “I could turn you over onto your belly and fuck that tight sweet arse of yours if I wanted. After all, you’re the one who said I could do anything that I wanted.”
“Not that,” she says, struggling harder with her bindings.
“Hermione, stop. I wouldn’t---I know you don’t enjoy that unless you’re in a certain mood, so I would never force you,” Charlie says quietly. “You know better than that.”
“How do I? You’ve had me tied up for hours, it feels like, and now you’re just being an arse with the wanking and telling me all these wicked things.”
He shakes his head. “You’re not getting out of it that easy. Don’t think I haven’t learned your own manipulations over the years. Besides, I’d much rather be inside you than fucking my hand. You just have to say the word.”
“I wasn’t manipulating.” She glares at his knowing smirk. “Fine, maybe a little, but not about what you were saying.”
“Maybe I’ll just have your mouth. I’ll have you part your lips and slide inside that wet warmth and fuck you there. My balls will hit your chin and you’ll only be able to smell me as you suck and lick and hope I don’t go too far and make you gag.”
“Fucking bastard,” she growls, not even caring at the moment that she’s just cursed. “Fine. Please.”
“Thank God. I was starting to think you’d never beg,” he says as he moves above her. He kisses her hard and positions his cock before he pushes completely inside her with one deep thrust. She gasps into the kiss and pulls on the silk keeping her legs spread, wanting to wrap her legs around him as he starts to move.
“My legs,” she demands as Charlie breaks the kiss. He nods and stops moving long enough to reach for his wand and remove the silk. She flexes her hands and moves her legs around him while he kisses her neck and face.
It doesn’t take long before he starts moving more erratically, and she scratches his back as she rolls her hips in an effort to grind against him. He notices her actions and snakes a hand between them, rubbing her clit hard as he thrusts deeper. His hips jerk before she feels him spill inside her. His fingers go slack as he comes with a low grunt but he starts rubbing again until she tightens around him and comes with a soft whine.
When they’ve both come down, he kisses her cheek and then her lips. “God, that was brilliant. Didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, you didn’t,” she murmurs, brushing her fingers through his short hair. “I really am sorry I forgot our anniversary.”
“Eh, it was almost worth it for this,” he says with a cheeky grin. “Love you.”
“Now you’re just getting all soppy on me, Weasley.” She smiles. “I love you, too.”
She moves her hand down his back and feels him start to relax. When she knows without a doubt that he’s in the lazy snuggling stage of post-sex, she takes action.
She shoves up hard, catching him unaware, and she rolls them so that he’s lying on his back. He looks up at her in dazed surprise, which makes her smile wickedly. “Being bigger doesn’t necessarily make you stronger all the time, love.“ She summons her wand and binds his arms and legs with the same silk scarves he used. “Besides, you should have known that you were at risk. Really sloppy of you to let down your guard.”
“Hermione, damn it.” He struggles against the silk, and he’s strong enough to possibly rip the delicate material, so she murmurs a charm to reinforce it. “I knew you’d get me some time but not right now.”
“There, there, Charlie,” she says with an innocent smile as she rubs his nipple with her thumb. “Now, be a good boy and enjoy your punishment. I know I will.”
The End