They lay in silence for a while, and Hermione idly trailed her fingers over his chest and arms, finally wandering back up to his face.
Lucifer felt his chest tighten as she stroked him. It was an odd sensation, but he didn't dislike it.
He could only take her niceness in small doses before his stomach started to turn with distrust, though.
After twenty minutes of her maddening fingertips, he wanted to tear off his skin just to make it stop tingling.
"Are you going to touch my cock, Hermione, or pet me like a damn cat for the rest of the night?"
Hermione heard the anxious tenor to his words.
Her head ducked down to hide her amusement.
He'd let it go on longer than she'd expected.
Maybe he was softening. She looked up at him from under her lashes with a coy expression. "I'm sorry, sir. Would you like me to touch your cock?"
"Don't play games with me, Hermione."
"No games, sir."
"Then wipe that look off your face. You're about as innocent as a seventh-year Gryffindor with a barrel of firewhiskey."
A smile broke through her act. "I learned from the master."
"I've barely scratched the surface, pet."
"Then teach me something new."
'So willing. She's going to get in trouble with that someday.'
"Very well. Wait here."
Her heart started pounding as he climbed off the bed and made his way to the dresser.
She watched his lithe body, imagining her tongue running over every inch.
He returned with leather and metal, and her heart thumped a loud tattoo against her chest.
"What's that?" she asked with a wide-eyed stare.
"Tonight's lesson," he quipped. "Get on your back."
She did, and he sat next to her, circling his fingers around one of her ankles.
The same leather cuff he'd used before wrapped around her leg, then he did the same to the other side, stroking her calf when he was finished.
A palm-sized metal bar had been attached between both ankles.
Hermione was mystified.
He tapped the metal, and it extend in length, pushing her feet wide as a broomstick.
She couldn't close her legs.
Her eyes followed his hand's every move, looking both terrified and excited.
Lucifer yanked her hips to the edge of the bed so he could stand and let her legs dangle over the side.
When he brought out the nipple clamps, she looked even more fearful.
"Don't worry, I dialed back the tension. I want to leave them on longer this time. It won't hurt as much."
Hermione didn't know what to think of that. Less tight sounded good, longer sounded bad.
He leaned his upper body over her, laying his chest against hers.
She tried to stay still even though she wanted to rub herself against him.
It was strange having the bar keep her legs apart.
Lucifer wanted to push her that evening, but she looked so damn scared.
Hoping to reassure her somewhat, he touched his lips to hers and kissed her slowly.
It took her a few seconds, but she began to relax and kiss him back.
His lips trailed from her chin to her neck. Hermione's head started to spin.
She didn't know what he had planned, but she was enjoying his current method of torture.
He went lower, kissing down the center of her chest before sliding over to her right breast.
Mouthing her soft flesh, Lucifer sealed his lips around her stiffening tip.
When he began to suckle, she whispered his name and stroked his head.
He used his teeth to nip one tip, and she arched closer to him.
Her nipple grew swollen and hot in his mouth—nice and ready for the clamp.
He pressed her breasts together, and went to the neglected nipple next.
When they were both engorged, he closed the metal clamp over the right one, watching as she grimaced and absorbed the pinch.
He stood and pushed her legs back toward her chest so the bar shone right in front of her face.
Draping the chain from her clamps over the top of the bar, he brought the other clamp down to her free nipple and closed it gently.
If she moved her legs too much, she'd be causing herself more pain.
Her eyes got wider as she discovered what he intended.
'Damn. That's diabolical!'
His wand flicked over her, and her hands were bound above her head.
She looked up at them then back at him. That wasn't too bad; she wasn't really in pain, and it was exciting.
"How are you, pet?"
She swallowed audibly. "Okay, sir."
Lucifer smirked and reached down below the bed. "Would you like the ball gag again?"
Biting the smile off her lips, she nodded. "Yes, sir."
He brought the red ball to her mouth, "Open up for me, pet."
Lucifer secured the strap around her head, and smiled at the picture she presented.
Running one finger down the back of her leg, he watched her jump.
The movement must have tweaked her nipple, because she made a small noise into the gag and her eyes closed for a second.
"I have a new toy for you," he rumbled softy.
Opening her eyes, Hermione searched his face. His hair left his expression half in shadow, but she could see his small grin.
He lifted his hand. It looked like some kind of whip with a lot of little tails.
'Fuck....'
She'd seen it in the book he'd given her. A flogger.
"Are you scared?" he purred.
She nodded, unable to speak.
"Don't worry," he said, trailing the leather strands along the back of her thigh. "I'll make you like it. Do you trust me?"
Her gaze tore from the leather flogger in his hand to his dark eyes.
'Do I trust him?' He'd never caused her any real injury. Never drawn blood.
He always healed anything too uncomfortable.
She kept her eyes on his and nodded, trying to say yes around the gag.
He knew she trusted him; he just wanted to make sure she knew it.
Seeing her admit it out loud (well, as loud as could be expected) affected him more than he thought it would.
Was she always so trusting or was it just with certain people? He'd ask later when she wasn't so indisposed.
Hermione felt the leather strands land with a slight sting on the edge of her bum.
It wasn't too bad. Obviously he could make it hurt more by hitting her harder, but he didn't.
He kept the flicks light and slow, giving her time to process each blow before the next one fell.
The little strips of leather laid a stinging trail down the back of one leg and then the other; her already damaged backside felt the brunt of the flogger's impact.
Lucifer watched the light pink lines appear on her hamstrings and flanks as he worked.
He listened to her heavy breathing; it seemed to be building to the brink of hyperventilation.
His hand stilled, and he grazed his fingertips over her warm red thighs. "Calm down, pet. That's enough for now."
When his lips touched the back of her knee, Hermione moaned around the red ball stretching her jaw, "Ohmmm"
Her skin felt hot and tingly, and the soothing wetness of his mouth blazed a cool trail from the back of her leg to her bum.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
She blinked them away, unsure when they had formed.
His lips found her sex, and she bucked when he sucked her inner labia.
The clamps pulled her aching nips, drawing out a moan. It was too much.
Her head started to float away.
Only the pinching anchors of her nipples and the wet feel of his mouth kept her in her body.
Without them she would have been drifting through a mindless void.
"Bloody hell, love," he whispered from her mound. "You are so fucking wet. You do like this, don't you?"
There was no reply, just the harsh sound of air whipping in and out of her nose.
He slapped her vulva lightly with his fingers, and she moaned louder, her hips jumping in excitement.
When he did it again and again, Hermione whimpered behind the gag, and Lucifer felt his cock begin to swell, enticed by the sound.
"Would you like me to take off your gag now?"
Her head shook no.
He smiled, "How about the clamps?"
She paused that time, but then her head shook again.
Laughing softly, he stroked her spread pussy with one finger. "That's my brave girl. Would you like to come?"
Nodding an emphatic yes, she met his dark eyes to plead with him further.
He noted the wet outline of tears lining her face. Had he pushed her too far? It wasn't supposed to be that intense.
"Are you all right?"
She nodded again, holding his eye.
He knew she wasn't lying to him, but he wasn't sure he should go on either. "We can stop if you like."
Her head shook a violent no.
"As you wish," he replied with a small smile.
The creamy puddle of his semen had seeped out with her juices, and he pushed it to her arsehole with his finger, lubing her tight entrance with his own lust.
He slipped his finger inside, delighting in her soft sigh.
Finger-fucking her bum with languid strokes, he watched her arch and writhe.
She was obviously trying not to move her legs too much, but the motion pulled at her clamps nonetheless.
After adding another finger to her arse, he used his other hand to circle her clit.
She moaned and whimpered, muffled by her gag.
Drool slid down her jaw.
He wanted to push his hardening cock down her throat and listen to the wet slurp of her lips. "Are you close?"
A slow nod indicated she was.
He pushed two fingers up her twitching twat, pumping the spot she liked while grazing his thumb over her hard nub.
Her back arched in a small convulsion of elation, and he pressed his other hand harder into her arse.
"That's it, pet. Show me how much you like being helpless on my bed."
For a few second, her pussy felt as if it wanted to implode, then the tension snapped, and she let the river of release wash her away.
Spasms tweaked the chain between her breasts, pulling on her nipples and dragging out the pleasure.
When she stopped twitching, Lucifer pulled his hand from her heat and licked her nectar from his fingers.
He removed his fingers from her bum and cleaned them with a quick spell.
Reaching through her spread legs, he unclamped her nipples and tossed the clinking metal across the bed.
She winced as the blood flowed through her reddened peaks.
With his wand, he released her hands and rested her feet against his chest to unfasten the bar.
Lucifer kissed the side of her foot as he removed the leather cuffs from her ankles.
She watched him through half-lidded eyes.
Lucifer took off her gag last, leaning over her and meeting her eyes.
She could have done it herself since he'd freed her, but he knew she wanted him to do it.
His thumbs smeared away the spittle from her chin and then rubbed the hinge of her jaw.
He kissed her swollen lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth.
A soft moan floated from her mouth to his.
Pulling away, he stared into her eyes.
She was too damn trusting. It made him nervous. "Did you like that?"
She didn't say anything, she just nodded slowly while staring at him.
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