Her Bound Heart Ch. 9 (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Belting, Overstimulation, Cuffs, Teasing, Anal Play, Praise.

In the future, Hermione would always tell their friends that their relationship truly blossomed on that balmy Sunday afternoon, in the room that was their private sanctuary.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” Harry whispered, kneeling behind her.

Hermione didn’t break position, but couldn’t help the quiet chuckle escaping her lips. She was wearing an old gray t-shirt she had nicked from his cupboard, her hair was a mess, and a literal goddess had walked out of the room they were in mere minutes ago.

“What’s so funny?”

Hermione obediently raised her arms over her head, letting him pull the shirt away from her. He seemed to like her in the nude. Or in lingerie. But the few pairs he’d bought in anticipation of his new sugar baby didn’t fit her, and her own underwear was only fit to titillate men from the start of the century who’d have considered ankles the peak of sexuality.

Guess I know why Ron was so excited the one time he saw me in my knickers.

She was being uncharitable, but the more liberated she felt under Harry’s care, the more the memory of her years with him left a sour taste in her mouth. It wasn’t just the lack of sex. It was the casual belittling, the presumption that she’d stay at home and take care of him, the utter dismissal of her ambition.

She considered it the height of irony that the man who bounced her on his cock while she read her coursework probably cared more about her career than the boyfriend who was happy to leave her alone for hours with her books ever did.

She pulled her attention back to her woeful lack of sexy clothing. Her eyes flickered to her purse on the desk. She had studiously tried to avoid spending too much of her sugar daddy’s money, feeling guilty to take advantage of him when he was already so generous.

It’s not splurging when I’m buying it for him, right? She reasoned.

She crossed a Victoria’s Secret store on her way to class every day. She made up her mind to pay it a visit and find out just why Ginny was so happy to spend so much of her allowance on tiny pieces of lace.

Harry pushing a brush through her bedraggled hair broke her out of her reverie. “Did you fall asleep, princess?” he asked, amused.

“Hmm? No. Just… thinking.”

“About the chuckle?”

“No.” Hermione flushed, not willing to spoil the surprise she had decided on just yet. “I laughed because you called me the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen right after Susan walked out of this room minutes ago.”

“And?”

“And she’s Venus? Literally a goddess of beauty?”

“I don’t want her. I want you.” Harry set the brush down, carefully securing her now somewhat presentable hair into a messy ponytail.

“Prove it,” Hermione breathed, leaning into his arms.

His strong arms snaked around her waist, pulling her slender body towards him until her back hit his chest.

It didn’t take long for him to zonk her out. Her brain was already overcome with an overwhelming desire to turn around and run her hands over the delicious muscles of his firm chest.

“You’re quite possibly the most demanding sugar baby I’ve ever had,” Harry teased.

“I’m not your sugar baby.” Hermione pouted.

“No?” Harry grabbed her wrists and roughly pulled her arms behind her back. Hermione groaned as her muscles screamed at the sudden force. He had been mostly gentle with her the entire month. There had been times… times she had seen flashes of his true desire in his eyes, but they vanished just as quickly as they appeared.

There was so much in the contract they had yet to explore, yet he seemingly showed no interest in the terms he himself had drafted up. Free Use. Maintenance Spankings. Domestic Roleplay.

Not to mention all the kinks they’d gone over. She wasn’t even being plugged consistently for Merlin’s sake!

“If you’re not my sugar baby, what are you?”

“I’m your submissive. I’m your kitten,” Hermione declared boldly.

“Well, submissive, our one month is over. Today is actually our anniversary,” Harry murmured. He pushed his hand under her shoulder, pulling her up to her feet and leading her toward the bed. He placed his free hand on her back once her feet hit the edge of the bed, bending her over the soft mattress.

It took her a minute to understand the significance of his words. The probationary period. He’d taken that seriously?!

Fuck, he really is a man of his word.

“So the question, I guess, Miss Granger… do you still want to be my sug-submissive?” Harry asked, correcting himself. He pulled out the black leather belt from around his pants, folding it in two.

Hermione grinned, wriggling her firm ass happily. “Are you going to treat me like your submissive?”

Harry rested the belt on her ass, rubbing the cool leather against her smooth skin. “Fun time’s over, Miss Granger.”

Hermione buried her face in the soft blue sheets to hide her smile.

I’d argue it’s just beginning, sir.

“I’m going to spank you five times with the belt, kitten. After every spank, you’re going to tell me why you’re being punished. Is that understood?”

Hermione nodded. “Yes sir.”

Harry set the belt down on her back. He carefully folded up the sleeves of his shirt, his biceps straining against the folded white fabric.

Hermione watched him from the corner of her eyes, her heart hammering in her chest. She bit her lip to stifle her moan, desperately trying to ignore the fact that her pussy had suddenly turned into the fucking Niagra Falls.

Mhmmmm, biceps…

Shut up. We’re being punished, she reminded her inner self.

But biceps!

Hermione gave up. She buried her face back into the mattress, letting her brain run wild while she forced her muscles to relax in preparation for the inevitable blow.

“Are you ready, Miss Granger?”

“Yes, sir.”

Harry grabbed the folded belt in one hand, reaching out and placing his other in her hands, allowing her to hold and squeeze it for comfort.

CRACK!

“AH! I'M SORRY, SIR!” Hermione screamed, her eyes flying wide open. The belt had landed squarely on the middle of her firm, round cheeks, a long red welt forming on her unblemished creamy skin. The stinging was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, radiating and pulsating, spreading out from her ass with a solemn reminder.

She had been a bad girl, and she was being punished.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, flowing just as freely as the juices gushing out of her pussy.

Harry silently rubbed the belt against her thighs, coating them with her juices. She knew he was smiling, amused at how aroused she was.

“I… I’m being punished because I was cheeky all week,” Hermione mumbled once she had found her voice.

Harry raised the belt again, aiming lower.

CRACK!

“I’M SORRY, HARRY!” Hermione moaned, kicking her legs. Her thighs were trembling, her body on the very verge of being overloaded by the potent mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her nerves.

“And why are you being punished?”

“Be-because I skipped dinner and bedtime last night!”

CRACK!

The belt landed on the lower curve of her ass, the force of the blow causing the firm cheeks to jiggle and clap against each other.

“I promise to be good, sir!” She vowed through sobs. Her voice was hoarse, no longer having the strength to scream. She slumped into the bed, her hands gripping his as tightly as they could. “Y-yellow,” Hermione mumbled, the throbbing in her ass bordering on too much to bear.

Harry dropped the belt on the bed and took a seat next to her, studying his handiwork. Three nearly parallel red welts covered her ass from top to bottom, marking her pale skin.

“H-Harry?” Hermione whispered, hiccupping quietly.

“Yes, princess?”

“Would you be upset if I said Red?” she asked, her teary eyes wide and fearful.

Harry sighed. “Never in a million years. My entire job is to take care of you, darling.” He bent and kissed her stinging ass, the belt long forgotten.

“Do you want to stop the play?” Harry asked, caressing her back with his fingers.

Hermione shook her head, tears still streaming down her cheeks. “Just… just the belting? Y-you can punish me somewhere else if you like. I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

Harry grabbed her ponytail, pulling her up against his chest. He leaned in and kissed her wet cheek, looking at her with kind eyes. “The world hasn’t been kind to you, has it?” he asked, gently wiping her tears with his fingers.

She shook her head, too afraid to speak. In her experience, people only kept her around as long as she gave them everything they wanted. Homework. Love. Sex.

“I don’t give a shit about the world. You’re precious to me,” Harry whispered fiercely. “No matter what I’m doing, and it can be anything from using you as my personal cumrag to dancing with you at the Ministry Christmas Ball, I want you to remember that. Now, be a good little kitten and tell me what you’re supposed to remember?”

“I’m precious to you, sir,” Hermione whispered shyly, her cheeks the color of her ass.

“You’re my submissive. My kitten. My adorable little bean,” Harry whispered, rolling off the bed. He swept her up, carrying her bridal style towards her desk.

He had cleared the desk of her books. In their place were arranged a variety of toys and equipment, some familiar to her and others… decidedly more exotic.

She studied them with wide eyes while he worked to undress, leaning over the desk to get a closer look at the set of balls on a bead at the very end of her table. They were slick, having already been lubed, but she had no idea what their purpose was.

“What’re these, sir?” she asked, her tired voice burning with curiosity. She was by now completely bent over the desk, her red and throbbing ass raised high up in the air and her hands still bound behind her back.

Harry glanced at what she’d been staring at and chuckled. “Anal beads, kitten. They’re like plugs but they provide more… stimulation.”

Hermione glanced at Harry’s huge cock, then at the chair that had been arranged in a very specific way, and finally at the beads again. She flushed.

Stimulation.

Maybe she should have let him keep belting her. She had no idea how she was going to survive being edged.

“Owwwwww,” Hermione whined as Harry grabbed her ass cheeks, gently spreading them. His fingers dug into the soft flesh, causing the stinging to amplify by a thousand and another bout of tears to leak out of her eyes.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson.” Harry picked up the lubed beads, gently pushing one after the other into her ass.

“For about a week,” Hermione responded breathlessly. The pain seemed to awaken the other side of her, the one that was bratty and oh-so masochistic. The one that loved to tease and taunt her dominant, and to happily pay the price.

Harry snorted. Hermione giggled, resting her cheek against the cool wood of the desk and looking back at him with a smile.

Harry pushed the last ball into her ass, letting her cheeks clap back into place.

“Sir!” Hermione moaned. She felt full, much fuller than the plug had ever made her feel. Even the slightest of movements jostled the balls against her stretched walls. Her knees were shaky, legs quickly turning to Jell-O at the overwhelming sensations assaulting her body. Harry had taken a seat on the chair, watching her squirm around with a happy smile on his face.

Luckily, she didn’t have to stand for very long. Unluckily, Harry picked her up effortlessly and brought her down on his lap, impaling her pussy with his rock-hard cock with a single thrust.

“I-OH GOD!” Hermione slumped in his arms, all strength leaving her body. Her mind was blank, the girl happily floating away in Subspace, letting it carry her to that land of unlimited pleasure.

“You wanted to be my submissive?”

Hermione nodded. Her lips were parted, tongue hanging out as she panted.

“Congratulations, Miss Granger,” Harry hissed, his hot breath tickling her ear. “You’re now my cockwarmer.”

“Co-cockwarmer…” Hermione repeated in a daze, glancing down at her throbbing womanhood. Harry grabbed the chain connecting her cuffs, using it to pull her back into his chest, his knee kicking her legs apart. The thought of her tiny body being used as a doll by her much larger lover caused another flood of her arousal to squirt out around his cock.

Harry grabbed the wand vibrator, casually flicking it to its highest setting.

“P-please… sir… I’ll be good,” Hermione gasped, squirming in his lap. It was futile. There was no escape, only a long torment without hope of relief.

Then Harry asked her something completely unexpected. “Do you know what Lè Petit Mort means?”

“T-the little death?” Hermione asked, confused. “I know a little French.”

“But do you know what it is?”

Hermione shook her head, her curls flying around. Despite her extensive reading, there was simply far too much about her new lifestyle for her to have learnt in a month.

“Well, you’re about to find out.” Harry released the enchanted vibrator in front of her stuffed pussy. The toy made a beeline for her clit, pressing against the sensitive nub as it vibrated at full strength.

“Not edging- OH!”

“Not today. I thought of something more fun. I get to watch you beg either way,” Harry teased. The vibrator was enchanted to move around and provide the maximum possible pressure and stimulation to different parts of her clit, leaving his hands free to do what they wanted to do the most. Namely, to toy with his kitten’s petite body.

His legs wrapped around her ankles, locking her entire body in place and leaving her no option but to squirm helplessly on his lap as her brain overloaded from the sheer sensations assaulting her body.

Hermione humped against him desperately, unsure what he was doing or wanted from her. Her mind, now immersed deep in Subspace, reminded her that she had only one purpose.

To please her dominant.

“What are you, Miss Granger?”

“I-I’m your kitten, sir!” Hermione moaned, her walls fluttering around his shaft. The pressure in her belly was building with every passing second. “Please, sir. Please please please,” she begged, groaning as Harry’s hand wrapped around her bare neck, his thumb gently massaging her pulse point.

“What are you, kitten?” Harry asked quietly.

Hermione’s eyes had glazed over. She didn’t notice him pick up the big purple dildo. She only reacted when he ran its tip over her glistening lips. “I’m… OH, GOD!” Hermione keened as the vibrator jolted her clit with a tiny shock. “I’m your cockwarmer, sir. Your pretty doll,” she whispered breathlessly, obediently opening her mouth to let him push the dildo inside.

“Still want to be mine?” Harry asked as he stuffed all three of her holes. He pushed the dildo down her throat, gently training her to take something similar to his own length and girth. Hermione shamelessly drooled around the thick shaft, thick trails of saliva streaming down her chin and splattering on her perky breasts.

“Phleashe,” Hermione begged.

“Aww. Are you going to cum, kitten? Without permission?” Harry cooed, hissing quietly as her walls clamped down around his shaft.

“PHLEASHE SHIR!” Hermione moaned, desperately trying to stave off her impending orgasm. She was so, so close, but her dominant hadn’t given her permission, and she wasn’t about to break another one of his rules.

No, sir. Hermione Granger was going to be a very good girl.

“Are you going to squirt all around my thick. hard. cock?” Harry teased.

Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.

He lazily fucked her throat with the dildo. “You’re such a mess, pet. Who’s going to clean up after you?”

Hermione flushed at the casual humiliation. It was said so lovingly, the man treating her like she was just a silly kitten who didn’t know any better.

“I whill!” Hermione promised, sobbing with frustration. “Canh I cumh?”

Harry leaned closer, his lips inches from her ear, and whispered, “Cum.”

Hermione cried out. The command finally allowed her stubborn mind to let go, the floodgates opening. Her fluttering walls clamped down around his cock, trying to milk it of the seed she so desperately craved. Her juices coated his cock and thighs, dripping down into big puddles that had formed on the floor below.

Harry had pulled the dildo out of her and tossed it away on the table, letting the sound of her wanton moans and sobs fill the room.

“I… you’re the BEST!” Hermione screamed, her entire body trembling. She was swaying gently, her eyelids drooping, her mind solely focused on the pleasant throbbing of her pussy.

Harry chuckled. He stood with her balanced in his arms, his cock still sheathed inside her. He pushed her down on the desk, his hand grabbing the chain connecting her cuffs for leverage, the other burying itself in her hair.

“What are you, Miss Granger?” Harry asked again, groaning quietly as he pulled out of her tight pussy. He slowly pushed back in, establishing a lazy rhythm as he let the exhausted girl ride out her orgasm.

“I- OH! It feels so good,” Hermione moaned, Harry’s tip brushing against her G-spot as he pushed back in. “I’m yours!”

Harry steadily picked up the pace, pistoning in and out of her pussy and he fucked her into her brand-new desk.

I’ll never be able to study here again, she thought, giggling tiredly.

Harry grunted, forcing himself to keep up a steady pace as his balls tightened, their session leaving him impossibly aroused. Never had he wanted someone so badly.

“You’re mine,” Harry growled, pulling her hair and bringing her back up against his chest. “Do you understand, Miss Granger?”

“Yes, sir,” Hermione whispered, a delirious smile on her face. Harry grabbed her breast, his fingers sinking into the creamy skin as he massaged the mound.

Harry buried his face in her hair, closing his eyes and concentrating on fucking her as hard as he could. Their moans intermingled, growing more desperate with every passing second.

“Harry!” Hermione screamed. His fingers had found her stiff nipple. He twisted the pink nub, the sting radiating through her chest making her see stars.

“C-cum,” Harry ordered breathlessly. His other hand moved in between her thighs, fingers expertly massaging her overstimulated clit.

“Cum for me, kitten,” Harry breathed, pushing inside her one last time before he exploded. He kept rubbing her clit, pinching the sensitive nub as he finished inside her, filling her up with his seed.

Hermione cried out seconds later, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the second orgasm rocked her exhausted body.

Harry took a minute to catch his breath before pulling away and letting her slump down on the desk. He surveyed his handiwork with a tired but satisfied smile, his eyes fixed on the thick ropes of cum flowing out of her slightly gaping pussy and streaming down her thighs, intermingling with her own arousal.

“Mione?” Harry called out softly, but the girl had already passed out.

Lè Petit Mort.

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Harry frowned when the doorbell rang, lazily picking up his wand from the coffee table and flicking it to unlock the door. “It’s open,” he called out softly, unwilling to disturb Hermione.

The door pushed open and his father and godfather walked into the apartment, their faces morphing into identical grins at the sight in front of them.

Harry was seated on the long couch facing the newly installed television. Hermione was sprawled out on the couch, her head in his lap and body covered with a fleece blanket. She was snoring quietly, drawing comfort from the presence of Harry’s fingers running through her luscious hair.

“Well, this is a surprise,” Harry said, flicking the wand again to quietly shut the door. “What brings you two to my neck of the woods?”

“Sirius was feeling neglected.”

“Well, when one’s own godson will ignore them for a whole month…” Sirius pouted. “Although now that I know the reason…” His stormy gray eyes flickered to Hermione. “Can’t blame you. You’re right Prongs, we should start planning a Spring wedding.”

Harry flushed. “I’ll marry Mione when you finally tie the knot with Auntie Marlene. Aren’t you worried she’ll settle down with a man who doesn’t consider cold pizza a great breakfast?”

“Oh please.” Sirius rolled his eyes, far too used to his godson’s teasing by now. “You and I both know Marlene is just as bad as me. A normal man would drive her insane.”

“Did you just bring Padfoot here just so you could show off my girlfriend to him like a show pony, dad?”

“I also came to give you this.” James extended a closed envelope to his son. “An invitation to my birthday party.”

“Yeah, I’m not opening that.” Harry tossed the unopened envelope onto the coffee table.

“Why not?” James asked, moving to sit in the armchair. He sank into the soft cushion with a sigh, looking at his son with playful brown eyes.

“Because you never send invitations. Padfoot certainly doesn’t bother ‘with that formal shit’.” He glanced at his godfather. “Only Moony does, and as far as I know, he’s still in France. So there’s something in there that will explode or scream or-”

“Fart,” Sirius provided helpfully, perching himself on the arm of the couch.

“Fart.” Harry gently gathered Hermione up in his arms. She groaned in protest but complied, climbing into his lap and burrowing into him. She buried her head in his chest, clinging onto him like a koala while Harry wrapped the blanket around her. “And Hermione’s exhausted. She’s just fallen asleep. I’m not going to wake her up just to give you two the satisfaction of a successful prank.”

“I bet I know why she’s exhausted,” Sirius muttered, wagging his eyebrows.

Harry groaned. His godfather would never change, even though in this instance, he was absolutely right. “She’s tired because a professor hates her and keeps assigning her extra coursework. She was up all night,” Harry lied smoothly. “We sat down to watch this documentary about polar bears and she was asleep within minutes.”

“I-” Sirius opened his mouth to try to poke holes in his excuse, only to be interrupted by James.

“Did you do anything about it?” James asked shrewdly, knowing his son far too well.

Harry frowned. “Uh… not yet. I thought I’d go talk to her tomorrow.”

“Don’t.”

“She’s harassing her!” Harry growled, wrapping his arms tighter around Hermione.

“And Hermione’s a big girl who can fight her own battles. You aren’t doing her or your relationship any favors by inserting yourself in the situation,” James reminded his son calmly.

“What would you have done if it had been mom?” Harry asked stubbornly.

“Easy,” James replied. “I was in this exact same situation during our seventh year. Your mother corrected the Muggle Studies professor before Bubbage on a minor point and he… he took it as an affront to his ego.”

“I remember it,” Sirius chimed in. “We want to cover his entire quarters with dung bomb traps. Lils said no.”

“I…”

“Do you think Hermione is smart and capable?”

“Far more than either of us. In an entirely different galaxy compared to Padfoot.” Harry jerked his thumb at his godfather.

“Heeeeey!”

James chuckled. “Then the best thing you can do to foster trust in your relationship, which you absolutely need for it to work, is to trust her to handle it.”

“I can’t do anything to help?”

James smiled at the genuine despair on his son’s face. Oh, how he looked forward to properly meeting the remarkable woman who had swept him off his feet in a mere month. “I didn’t say that. You can help her with her coursework. You can make sure she’s well stocked with coffee and food whenever she stays over at your place. Little things make a big difference in the grand scheme of things.”

“And when she’s done, give her a massage,” Sirius murmured, winking at Harry.

Harry glared at him.

“H-Harry?” A cute yawn escaped her lips as she slowly stirred, shifting to burrow deeper into the arms encircling him. “Whas going on?” she asked sleepily, peering out from the edge of the blanket.

“I’m afraid I seem to have made a habit of disturbing you and my son, Miss Granger,” James replied with a smile, kicking Sirius under the table to ensure his best friend didn’t comment on the sheer cuteness on display.

“Ish okay. I’m sorry,” Hermione mumbled. She rubbed her eyes, still far too deep in Subspace to do or say anything more than she already had. At least, she reminded herself, she was fully dressed, unlike the last time she had met her dominant’s father. Even if it was only in one of Harry’s shirts and the shorts he had helped her wear after their shower.

“You have nothing to apologize for. We just dropped by to invite you two to my birthday party. I hope I’ll see you there?”

“Mhm.” Hermione pressed a hand to her mouth to suppress her adorable yawns.

“Great! Come on, Sirius.” James got to his feet. Sirius didn’t follow, staring at Harry and Hermione. He obviously wanted to stay and dig further, but after another kick from James, he got up, grumbling under his breath.

He walked out of the door without a word, sulking that his opportunity to further tease his godson had been denied.

“Bye, dad. I’ll catch up with you on Tuesday.”

“I look forward to it.” With one last fond look at his son and the woman he was now convinced would eventually be the next Mrs. Potter, James walked out of the apartment.

Notes:

Hello! A couple of quick announcements. Firstly, you may have noticed I was slower than usual this week. I had workmen tearing up my room and repairing stuff, so writing was difficult. Things go back to schedule from next week, and A Happy Ending makes a return on Monday! Secondly, the Discord server is ready. It is now being tested by a couple of people to ensure that all the bots and channels work, and will be opened to all Patrons on Wednesday. You can join for discussions, updates on stories, and cool artwork!