A/N: This is a story written at the request of torigagged – I only hope that this along the lines of what he was looking for in a story. WARNINGS: Master/slave, Light bondage, and Lemony goodness. OneShot!

This story takes place post-war during Harry and Hermione's last year at Hogwarts. They are both adults.

Stockings Required

Hermione stood in the Room of Requirement in her school robes. She was waiting for her Master's command. She didn't have to wait long. "Take off your robes." He commanded. Hermione did as she was told and quietly waited for further instructions. "Take off your shoes and walk over to the bed." Hermione bent over and slowly untied the ribbons laced around her ankles. Pointing the toes of her left foot, she pushed the ballet slipper off before repeating with her right. "Walk over to the bed and lay down in the middle on your back, arms up and legs spread." Hermione gracefully walked to the bed and then crawled to the middle of the bed as sensually as she could, trying to please her Master. She turned onto her back and stretched her arms up towards the headboard and spread her legs wide. Ropes magically entwined around her wrists and ankles, tightening until she was unable to move. A silk scarf covered her eyes, blindfolding her. She lay there, carefully listening. The next thing she felt, was a ball gag being put in place over her mouth and buckled behind her head. She trembled, not out of fear but anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Harry looked at Hermione and felt his cock stiffen as he took in her beautiful form. She had worn the black nylon stockings that had a seam down the back and lace garter belt that he had sent her with the note about meeting him in the Room of Requirement. He licked his lips and moved onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. Hermione belonged to him. He was her Master and she had freely given herself to him. This witch that was now his was nothing like the know-it-all bookworm he had first became friends with back in first year. She had matured into an incredibly sexy woman that now lay vulnerable in front of him.

Hermione had felt the bed dip when her Master placed himself between her legs. She didn't know what was going to happen as this was the first time he had ever blindfolded her. She was quite turned on as taking her sight away heightened her other senses. She moved her hips a bit and her Master firmly pushed her back down with his hand. "No you don't! You are to be patient, Pet." Harry said.

Harry waited a few moments before softly drawing his finger tips up the inside of her thighs. He stopped short of her heated center. He waited to see if she would obey and he smiled when she did. He then dragged his fingers back down until he was at her feet. He slowly began to tickle both of her soles and watched as she struggled not to move. "Good girl." He told her as he moved his face to right over her pussy. He got as close as he could without touching her and blew a puff of warm air over her exposed clit. She made a low sound in the back of her throat but stayed still proving she was an obedient slave. Harry chuckled, knowing how difficult it was for her to not to move, especially as he had gagged her which made it impossible for her to plead. He crawled up her body, lightly pressing his own muscular one against hers until his mouth was near her right ear. "You belong to me. You are mine." He whispered. He then licked his way down her throat, leaving a wet trail of saliva. He began to play with her tits, tickling them and pinching her hard nipples. When he used his mouth on her hard buds, he could sense her battling herself in order to not move. Her breathing became shallow as he sucked powerfully on her left nipple while pinching and twisting the right. A constant moan was coming out of Hermione, behind the gag.

Harry stopped suddenly and got up off the bed. He went to the side table and picked up the bowl of whipped cream he had set there and went back onto the bed. Using his fingers, he dipped into the cream and slowly daubed it onto Hermione's large breasts. He followed up by swirling his tongue all around, licking up the sweet cream. He paused when he noticed that she moved a bit. Harry firmly stated, "I said to not move, love." After warning her, he proceeded to paint her body with the whipped concoction from her toes up to her tits. Working from her feet up, he laved her body with his tongue, stopping to suck and nibble along the way while carefully avoiding her hot quim. Hermione was shaking with need by the time he had finished lapping her breasts clean. She was making sounds that seemed to be coming from deep within her. Harry knelt back between her legs and fisted his throbbing dick for a moment. He eyed the feast in front of him and delved in, swiping at the cream. As he licked her cunt, he could taste her juices as well. He held her lips open and stuck his tongue into her core as far as it would go. With his left thumb, he started circling her clit, driving her closer to the edge. She lifted her hips completely off the bed as she wailed, almost at her peak. Harry pulled away and watched her hump the air in complete frustration. When she stopped, he again attacked her pussy with his tongue but avoided her engorged bundle of nerves. He sensually fucked her with his tongue and then replaced it with a finger. He worked his finger in and out, watching her carefully for signs of an orgasm. He didn't want her going over until his cock was deep inside of her.

Hermione was having trouble concentrating. She had been trying so hard to not move, but she couldn't help it. Her hips seemed to have become independent of her brain and thrust on their own. She had been able to contain herself when he had been lightly tickling her with his fingers and even when he had gotten ever so close to her mons and had blown onto her pearl. She had only slightly pushed her chest up when he had been licking and pinching there. She had only shuddered a bit when he was licking and sucking the whipped cream off from her but now she couldn't control her body while he was teasing her pussy. She was trying to beg him but was unable to get any intelligible sounds out from behind the ball gag. It was sweet torture that her Master was doing to her and she loved it.

Harry added another finger and deliberately slowed the pace. He enjoyed watching his slave slowly losing control as it only enforced that she had none. The control belonged to him, her Master and she wasn't allowed to come without his permission. Realizing that she was close to the brink again, he stopped and withdrew his fingers. He shifted so that his aching hard on was poised at the center of her honey pot. Grabbing her hips, he thrust hard and sheathed himself into her completely. "Come, Hermione. Come on my cock. "He commanded as he pinched her clit. Her scream was muffled as she came undone around his dick. He kept still as her pussy clenched tightly on his penis. When she had calmed a bit, he began dragging himself out until just the head was still inside. He paused a moment and then plunged in, balls deep. He worked in and out of her methodically until she recovered from her first orgasm. When she started to raise herself up to meet him, he picked up the pace. The only sounds were her incoherent mumblings and the wet slap of skin on skin. He used his wand to untie her ankles and lifted her legs up to his shoulders. He snapped his hips and increased the pace going further into her juicy twat at this new angle.

Hermione was finding it difficult to hold off on her second orgasm as his dick was hitting that special sweet spot inside of her quim every time he shoved into her. She was straining at the ropes still around her wrists as she was trying to meet him, thrust for thrust. Suddenly her arms were free as he must have used his wand to remove the ropes. Her legs came down off his shoulders and she was hauled up until she was pressing against his hard chest. He moved her legs to wrap around him and he began to lift her up and down his manhood. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bounced up and down. He unbuckled the gag and as soon as it was removed, he covered her mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue inside to match the furious pace of their fucking. Sweat was glistening on both of their bodies as they continued to move against each other.

Harry pulled his lips from hers and wrapped his left arm around her and placed his right hand in between them, using a finger to rub her hard clit. Then he said, "Let go, Pet. Come for your Master." Hermione's body tightened and throwing her head back, she screamed as she climaxed for the second time. Harry thrust into her a few more times before he felt his balls tighten and he sprayed his semen up inside of her.

Holding onto one another, they didn't move for a few moments, both of them breathing , they let go and Harry took off her blindfold. Hermione blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted. She then smiled and said, "Thank you, Master."

"Good girl. You have more than pleased me this evening." He praised. He used his wand to scourigfy both of them and the bed. He helped her off the bed and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She picked up her shoes and put them back on her feet and then put on her robes. Harry got dressed as well. "Let's go to the prefect's bathroom, love." She smiled and let him lead the way.

~ The End ~