Hermione whimpered as Draco’s tongue moved along the back of her knee, her fingernails digging into her hand as she bit her lip to keep from begging. She jerked her leg away from her husband’s lazy teasing, cursing him under her breath as she struggled against the scarves that she had strengthened to use for him.
It had been an hour, according to the small clock she kept beside the bed, since he had begged for release and then turned the tables on her. Her body was beyond the point of exhaustion, the brunette witch having spent hours breaking him before he’d finally begged. Now the stubborn bastard was intent on hearing her plead for mercy and release before he’d untie her and let them get some sleep. She was glad she didn’t have to work tomorrow, knowing that there was little chance she’d be crawling out of bed before noon. When he got like this, determined yet playful, she was usually fortunate if she could even move by the time the sun rose, much less be somewhat active.
She loved him dearly, but there were times she wished he wasn’t so obstinate. Merlin, who she was kidding? She loved their games. She enjoyed hearing her proud and headstrong husband beg just as she loved to see him lose control and loved to lose control herself. She trusted him completely and no longer felt hesitant at giving him control or obtaining control herself.
At the beginning of their relationship, it had been a constant battle for dominance, neither wanting to relinquish power, everything rough and passionate and needy and desperate. Over the years, they had mellowed a little, loving each other and learning how to give and take and not constantly battling for control, though they still loved a challenge and usually settled such struggles in the bedroom where they could both benefit from their desires and needs to make one another beg.
"Stop thinking," Draco demanded sharply, his teeth nibbling on her inner thigh as his tongue moved along her sweaty flesh closer to the soaked curls between her thighs.
"Stop teasing," she replied just as sharply, her eyes catching his, "I won fair and square, Draco. You begged me! Why can’t you just admit that and fuck me and then let us get some sleep?"
"You cheated," he sulked as his fingers slid against her pussy. His lips curved into a smug smile as she caught a moan, his gray eyes flashing with awareness as he realized he was close to breaking her. Deliberately avoiding her clit, he settled between his wife’s long legs, his chin resting on her abdomen as he looked into her eyes, "there was no discussion regarding being tied up before we made our deal, darling."
"Just because we didn’t discuss it doesn’t mean I cheated," Hermione glared at him, her nails digging deeper into her palm as his tongue leisurely ran over her tummy and a second finger slid inside her.
"You willingly made a bet with your trusting, innocent husband," he arched a brow as she snorted impolitely at his comment, "and you knowingly deceived the naïve wizard who entrusted you with his handsome and nubile body for an evening of debauchery with his beautiful wife by securing him to the bloody bed and spending hours licking and sucking and teasing him and not allowing him any release!"
"Innocent my arse," Hermione muttered, pushing against the fingers that had begun to move faster as he spoke. She gasped as his thumb brushed against her clit, her eyes flashing with need as she stammered, "The bet was that I would not be able to make you beg, Draco. I accomplished that within two hours. I won!"
"Who’s begging now, Hermione?" he drawled as he licked his way up her ribcage towards her breasts.
"That’s an echo of you begging me earlier," she managed to say before she caught a moan, her muscles tightening around the three fingers inside her.
"Just admit it, darling," he purred, his gray eyes darkening as he saw the need and desire in her eyes. "Admit that you didn’t play fair and that you know I’d have never begged if you hadn’t tied me up."
"You like being tied up," she reminded breathlessly, her lips curving into an affectionate smile as he glowered at her.
"I do not!" he denied vehemently before his lips enveloped her nipple, his tongue lashing out at the hardened nub.
"Do too," Hermione arched towards his mouth, "you like giving me control just like I enjoy giving it to you some times. You like being tied up and at my mercy, having me tease you and lick you and taste you and touch myself and all you can do is watch and want and need me until you finally break and beg me to touch you."
He looked up, releasing her nipple as his lips quirked into a slight smile, "Touche," he granted with a slight nod before his lips crashed against hers, his fingers replaced by his aching cock. He entered her completely, catching her moan with his mouth. He devoured her lips, his hands moving along her hips and breasts as he fucked her, her legs going around his waist and pulling him closer. Releasing her lips, he urged, "Just admit it, Hermione."
"I won," she moaned as she struggled against the scarves, meeting his thrusts and rubbing her breasts against his chest. "Damn it, Draco, just admit it!"
"Never," he smirked playfully before his hands gripped her arse and raised her, the blond wizard moving closer and sending his cock deeper. She whimpered as he filled her completely, her face flushed and her eyes heavy with desire as he looked at her. "So beautiful," he muttered softly, his left hand moving against her cheek and pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, his eyes looking into hers, "so bloody stubborn."
"You," she gasped when he ground against her clit, stammering, "love that," her words drifting into a low moan as he increased the speed of his thrusts and pushed her against the mattress.
Draco caught her lips in another kiss, passionate and exploratory, their tongues battling for dominance as he unfastened her wrists. Her hands were on his back instantly, her nails scratching him before fingers tangled in his hair. He felt her tighten around him, sending him into orgasm, his seed spilling as she released his mouth and cried out softly. He grunted as he came, burying his face in her hair before nuzzling her neck as his cock emptied into her. They lay together as they slowly calmed down, the blond remaining inside her as he moved to lay on the bed, keeping her against him.
Hermione laughed softly once she regained her breath, giving him a loving smile before teasing, "Are you ready to admit it yet, Draco?"
"Hermione," his voice was warning but playful. He smiled smugly as he loftily replied, "I may, though it is entirely debatable, not have necessarily been exactly triumphant in every manner this evening, but I did not lose. Now go to sleep, you insatiable minx!"
"Of course you didn’t lose, honey," she smiled as she snuggled against him, his arm around her shoulders and her head on his chest, covering a yawn as she closed her eyes, ready to get some much needed sleep, her voice amused as she added, "I just happened to win."
*the end*