Story: Deeper Than I Care To Explore (all chapters)

Authors: BatchSan

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Chapter 1

[Author's notes: Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Prompt: Satin
Warnings: D/s, bondage, masturbation, voyeurism, angst, snark, language, mild hurt/comfort, PWP
Word Count: 1,208
A/N: [Written for Livejournal's ptterpr0nprmpts comm (Feb challenge).] Title is a reference to Pansy's feelings in this fic.]

Deeper Than I Care to Explore


When Pansy had suggested they try something new and different, this was not what she had meant. She had been thinking more along the lines of a threesome or public sex, but this was absolutely not what she had in mind. Satin strips, cut from her own, very expensive, king-sized bedsheets, wound around her breasts, binding them tightly. Around her hips, strips of satin wove first around her waist, then dipped over her mound, around her thigh, up from behind, and repeated. There was a single strip, and Pansy had no clue how Hermione had managed it, that slipped down the middle of her mound, pressed past her folds to put pressure on her clit, snaked further down, and came back up between her ass cheeks, tied off somewhere behind her. Every time she moved, the satin rubbed against her clit, making her bite her lip in pleasure. She didn't want to moan aloud - she wanted to be angry.

Tugging at her satin bound wrists, tied to the metal headboard, she bared her teeth in a hiss when Hermione, smiling very coyly, sat at her side and traced her fingertips lightly down Pansy's bare stomach. The hand slid down to the strip tormenting Pansy every time she flinched, pinching the strip just before it dipped between Pansy's lips and tugged it up in a kind of reverse wedgie. The smooth material rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves making Pansy arc for a second. Ignoring the shout Pansy gave, Hermione's fingers repeated the action once more before sliding her fingers down between Pansy's legs and arching a curious brow.

"My, for someone who complained as I bound them and appears to be so angry, you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself," the bushy haired woman said, bringing her wet fingers up to her mouth for a lick.

"Don't get so cocky," Pansy growled, her voice slightly husky despite herself, "I'm just letting you have some fun before I make you pay for all this."

Hermione pinched the satin strip as before and yanked it hard, making Pansy jump and shout, twitching from the sudden combination.

"I say you talk big for a pompous, spoiled little rich girl. All bark and no bite."

"I'm going to make you fucking eat those words, mudblood," Pansy spat, seething.

Another tug made Pansy whither and pant lightly. She hated being helpless and at the mercy of the other woman, though, and it was quite small, a part of her enjoyed this. Being on the other end of the torment and sadism. This was a first for her and though she fought and called Hermione foul names as she undressed and sat on a large, comfy chair pressed beside the bed, Pansy did like it - though she would never give Hermione the pleasure of hearing that omission. She'd die first before giving anyone the enjoyment of having bested her.

As it was, Hemione propped up her legs on the arms of chair, scooting her behind close to the edge so Pansy could see better. Fingers dipped into dark pink folds, capturing the moisture pooled at her core and slid her fingers against every inch of her gentalia. Hermione's other hand slid softly against her breasts, making her nipples erect, before scratching her chest down to her nipple. She groaned and shifted as one hand gripped a nipple, tugging on it mercilessly, the other flicking at her clit. Pansy's rubbed her thighs together, gritting her teeth at the feel of satin rubbing against her skin, wanting Hermione to touch her instead. A smile played on Hermione's lips as she worked on herself, rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples, aroused by the desperate look on Pansy's face.

Gripping the metallic headboard tightly, Pansy wanted to claw through it just to get free, but Hermione being smart, tied each hand to a different metal rod and had done so in a delibrate matter that would cut the circulation in her hands if she pulled at it too much. Sweat began to form on Hermione's brow as she drew closer to an orgasm, making Pansy lick her lips in want of licking the small sweat beads now rolling down fair skin. The combination of sounds coming from Hermione's throat, soft mewing and panting, and the slippery mess she was making between her legs as she rubbed faster, made Pansy want to jinx her ears so she couldn't hear them. It was too much for her and soon she was bucking against the tight strip pressed between her own legs, feeling pain whereever the satin was tied too tightly, which seemed to be everywhere. Pain be damned, she bucked her hips, seemingly humping the air, and gritted her teeth in pain. Finally Hermione came, crying out Pansy's name as said victim watched Hermione's body tremble and release, eyes glued to heaving breasts and the come spilling out of her girlfriend.

"Bloody hell, Granger..." Pansy moaned, the pain too much now, making her still her former actions.

Hermione opened her brown eyes slowly and smiled lazily at the look of distress on Pansy's face. She was definitely enjoying this whole control thing more than she had expected.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

Scowling in annoyance, Pansy rolled her eyes. "No, I just fucking like causing myself pain and looking like a fool while I'm watching someone get themselves off in front of me."

"Snippy, aren't you?" Hermione teased. "You'll get more flies with sugar than vinegar, Parkinson."

"So what? You want me to beg now? You can bloody forget it then."

"If you don't beg, I won't untie you and you can stay here until one of your friends comes and unties you or takes pictures first or has their way with you. Never know what any of those rich snobs will do, and I'm sure you know that quite well."

The words stung, perhaps more than Hermione had meant them to, but Pansy felt the jab right down to her very soul. Eyes dark, filled with anger, hatred, and deeply harbored pains, turned to Hermione. "Please," she said and fell silent.

Now feeling guilty, Hermione climbed on the bed and kissed the other woman softly on the lips. Pansy was silent, but responsive to the kiss, sliding her tongue into Hermione's mouth. After a moment, Hermione slid her mouth down to a covered nipple, hard beneath it's binding, and bit at it until Pansy moaned, then repeated the same action to the other nipple. Arching her back, Pansy breathed to control the tears that wanted to spill from her eyes. Hermione was the only real person who seemed to care for her. Her friends were a joke, Hermione was right about that. Watching the bushy haired woman slip between her legs and move the strip to the side, Pansy wanted to tell Hermione what she felt inside, but she couldn't. As tongue lapped at her needy clit and wet core, Pansy lifted her hips in offering, knowing this was the closest she would ever get to telling Hermione that she needed her.

"Please..." Pansy trembled as she neared her peak.

Next time, she would make sure she didn't end up in such a needy position.

-End-

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