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Hermione was filled with anticipation as she looked at the clock. Another hour and she would be free for the next four days for the holidays.
And by the time she got home, if all had gone according to plan, she would have a certain redhead waiting for her, ready to spend the next 24 hours exploring under her tutelage before showing his face to his family.
Hermione had to admit she couldn’t wait. Charlie hadn’t been experienced when they first got to know one another, but he was a very fast and enthusiastic learner.
The last time he was in, they had explored the muggle Kama Sutra, trying what positions they hadn’t yet and making magical additions where Hermione knew them. Her curiosity was piqued about what he wanted to learn this time. Previously he had asked ahead of time, learning dirty talk through their letters, but this time he said he wanted to talk about it when they were together.
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Charlie entered her empty flat, relieved that he had made it through the Ministry entry point without alerting either Percy or his father. Either would have been disastrous for his plans. He already felt like the 24 hours he had set aside to be with Hermione wasn’t going to be enough.
Sure, he had occasional shags at home in Romania, too, but the way it worked with Hermione was different, special. He knew it was safe to ask her anything, that she wouldn’t laugh or make fun of him for not being certain how something worked or for wanting to try new things, no matter what they were.
It gave him confidence for those other flings when he already knew what he was doing. And it didn’t hurt anything that Hermione was brilliant and beautiful. They had fun with his education and Charlie loved every moment of it.
Thank Merlin there were still so many things for him to learn. He would hate to give this up. He had been reading about different things to experiment with and had even made a list, though he wasn’t sure he was ready to reveal everything that was on it. If Hermione was interested in teaching him, today would be a big one off the list.
While he waited, Charlie went to the kitchen and began preparing tea and sandwiches. They would need their energy, after all.
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Hermione loved the sight of this man in her flat. It had happened a few times now in the almost two years since she had begun teaching Charlie, enough times that he was completely comfortable in her kitchen without her there.
It was funny how much more often he made it home now, how there always seemed to be at least a few hours at the beginning or end that he could get away with not letting the family know he was in town. She wondered if he always could have come home more or if something had changed in his status at the Sanctuary. Well, she knew that he was a Team Leader now, having been promoted after the war. So perhaps that just came with more time off.
Beyond him creating extra time to be with her, the two of them had become adept at slipping off alone for a while at the Burrow itself, though of course it came with its own challenges. It was hardly the best learning environment when they were so rushed, but it had been perfect for trying out new positions here and there.
It sounded like tonight, Charlie had something more in depth in mind, though. Hermione felt her own nerves as she wondered if it would be something she knew much about. They had covered all the basics already.
“Hi Char,” she said, slipping her arms around him and enjoying the feel of his slightly wind-chapped lips against her own. “Do you mind if I change into something more comfy before we talk?” Hermione hated being in her work suits any longer than she had to be.
“Of course not,” he agreed. Then, with a smirk, he added, “I can help you if you like.”
Rolling her eyes at him, she playfully said, “But then the tea will get cold.”
“What do you think warming charms are for?”
“Come along then,” she said with a smile, already unbuttoning her blouse as she headed for the bedroom.
He was behind her when she stopped by the bed and finished the process. Charlie’s hands slipped the silk shirt from her shoulders, kissing the back of her neck and down her spine as he went. Hermione shuddered with the pleasure of his touch.
She had other lovers, of course, but she did love, well, everything about Charlie in particular. It was a shame he didn’t live closer, but… that was a dangerous line of thought. Hermione cut herself off and delighted in the sensations he was causing through her body.
He helped her shimmy out of her skirt and knickers. “You won’t be needing those this evening,” he said, voice filled with the confidence Hermione loved from him.
She responded with a throaty moan as he kissed the dimples of her arse and slid a hand between her legs to feel how wet and willing she already was.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Hermione told him.
“Only today? I’ve been anticipating this for weeks,” Charlie teased. His fingers teased her at the same time, sliding in and out of her in a very shallow but tantalizing way. Hermione squirmed for more and he obliged.
The angle was odd since he was still behind her, but Charlie made it work. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he brought his free hand up to toy with her breasts, running circles around her nipple and tweaking it as he fingered her more deeply where he knew it had the most effect. In no time, Hermione was crying out his name and she could feel his smile against her neck.
“Not my usual start,” he said apologetically, “but I hope it will do.”
He did tend to begin their time together with oral. The man loved to eat her out like he was starving and Hermione couldn’t get enough of his tongue on her. Still, she wasn’t turning down a good fingering from someone she had taught herself. He knew exactly how she liked it.
“This was a wonderful hello, Char,” she said, turning in his arms so that she could kiss him more fully.
“Though I don’t have to be done with my greeting,” he suggested with a smirk when their kiss was over. He drew his fingers up to his mouth and sucked her juices off, staring into her eyes as he did it.
Hermione shivered with anticipation, but shook her head. “I’m hungry — for more than your body. And we need to discuss what you want to learn,” she said, laughing at the pout he gave her as she gave him a playful shove away.
“Okay,” he said with an easy smile. Hermione loved how easygoing Charlie was. Stubborn, of course — he was a Weasley after all — but easy until you butted up against something he was immovable on. She pulled on a simple black robe that was almost see-through, something she had picked up just for this occasion, though she would never admit that to him.
Leading the way back to the sitting room, they were soon enjoying their tea and the sandwiches Charlie had prepared, discussing his current dragons and her work at the Ministry. As she had half expected, this conversation consumed them for more than an hour until Charlie glanced at the clock and did a double take. “Merlin, time’s slipping away!”
“Wanting to do something time consuming then?” Hermione queried. She was desperately curious about what he wanted to learn.
“Maybe,” he countered, tugging at his lower lip in a way that she knew meant he was nervous.
“Maybe you want it or maybe it will take a long time?”
“I definitely want to try it,” he said with determination. “But I’m not sure how long it will take to properly try it. Maybe it will be over quick or maybe not.”
“So are you ever going to tell me what it is?” she asked with a small huff. Her patience was stretched thin.
“I want you to take control,” Charlie said, his blue eyes filled with sincerity.
“Aren’t I usually in control?” Hermione asked with a smile.
“Yes, but not like this. Not like… dominating me,” Charlie explained. He looked a little more nervous than usual, more like he had their first time.
Hermione bit her lip to control her own reaction. The idea of commanding Charlie was appealing, but not something she had a lot of experience with. She had to admit, too, that it wasn’t her favorite thing.
“We can do that,” she assured him. “What about dominating me?” she asked, trying to hide the hitch in her breath at the very idea. “Do you want to try that as well?”
The grin that stretched across his face was almost predatory. “I think that could be fun,” he agreed.
“Now, I do wish you had told me this a little ahead of time so that I could have prepared, but we can cover the basics easily enough. Is there anything you want to go along with it — bondage or impact play are two that are often associated with domination,” Hermione began, her thoughts whirling with what she should do to him.
“Bondage — yes. Impact play — not this time,” he said decisively.
“We should also discuss a safeword. Do you know what that is?” she asked.
“I’ve read up, a bit,” Charlie admitted, his classic blush letting her know he had probably done quite a bit of “studying” on the subject.
“Well, just to be certain we’re on the same page, it’s a word you wouldn’t normally say during sex that tells the dominant they need to stop immediately and check in,” she explained.
Charlie was nodding, “That’s what I read, though they didn’t talk much about checking in.”
“Well, depending on your sources, that’s not necessarily surprising. It might be considered more part of aftercare, though using your safeword doesn’t necessarily have to mean the end of things, depending on the circumstances. Do you have a word picked out?”
“Firebolt,” he said, though the ease in his voice was missing.
“Mine is Hippogriff,” she informed him, “Though I won’t be using it while taking control of you, of course.”
“Good for me to know, though,” Charlie said with a smile. “For later.” His eyes were burning into her.
“It is,” she agreed. “Now, of course the main thing about being dominated is to do as you’re told, to the best of your ability. Keep in mind that you want to please me.”
“Of course,” he agreed. “I always want to please you.”
“I think you know this is in a slightly different way,” Hermione told him with a mild glare. He wasn’t supposed to be so cheeky about it, not when she couldn’t punish him properly.
“Yes, Hermione… or am I supposed to call you something different.”
She pursed her lips, thinking. It felt like this should have something separate, special. “Call me ‘Mistress’ this time,” she told him. “It will set this apart from other times we’ve been together and put you at more of a disadvantage. Now undress.”
“Why?” Charlie asked.
Huffing, Hermione rolled her eyes. “I think you know why. Besides, that was a direct order and you’re to do as I say.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, but he was grinning as he quickly pulled his shirt off and pushed his trousers down. He wasn’t wearing pants. She knew he often didn’t when he wasn’t at work, and almost never did when there was any chance they might be together. He was always telling her he didn’t see the point when they would just be in the way.
Seeing him in all his glory made Hermione forget, for a moment, that she was supposed to be commanding him around. “Come here,” she said when she did remember.
Obediently, Charlie moved in front of her. “Do you want me—”
“I’ll let you know how I want you,” she cut him off, though she hardly knew what she wanted. Of all the things she had considered, dominating him hadn’t occurred to her as a request he might make. “On your knees, hands behind your head.”
Charlie complied immediately. Hermione took a slow sip of her tea as she observed him. His eyes were blown wide as he stared at her, his body on display, and waited. She could tell he was impatient for her to do something, but that just made her smile to herself. “Drop your eyes,” she told him. You only look at me if I give you permission.”
“Can I—”
She cut him off with a finger below his chin. “You don’t have permission to speak either. Though, since we’re learning, you may raise a hand for now if it is a learning question.” Hermione paused, waiting to see if it was a learning question, but it apparently hadn’t been.
Charlie’s eyes were on the floor, but she could tell by the set of his jaw that he didn’t like it. Reaching out, she ran her hand from his collarbone slowly down his chest, abs, and then followed the trail from his belly button down into the curly red pubic hair.
He sucked in a harsh breath when she ran a single finger along his cock, almost as though she were tickling him. She knew it was an intense tease by the way his cock twitched and jumped for her, almost calling out on its own for more. Hermione suddenly knew just what she was going to do to him.
Whispering a lubrication spell, she wrapped her hand around his cock and began stroking him. She wasn’t gentle and he was visibly struggling to keep still. When Charlie’s hips surged forward, thrusting into her hands, Hermione stopped immediately.
He groaned as her hands left his body, leaving his cock throbbing and twitching. His reddened cheeks told her everything she needed to know about how close he had been getting. Still, Charlie didn’t say anything.
“Do you have any questions, Char?” she asked gently in her best teacher voice, stepping out of her role for the evening.
“No, Mistress,” he answered. “Well… are you going to tie me up?”
“When I’m ready, I will. It’s not for you to worry about,” Hermione told him.
“But don’t you think—”
“I have thought about it already, thank you,” she answered crisply in her more commanding tone. “It is not your concern. Your only worry is to do as you’re told.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, but she could tell it was hard for him.
It annoyed Hermione that he had suggested being tied up because she had intended to do that soon and now she felt like it would be too much of a reward for him when his behavior wasn’t worthy of it. Perhaps after his next near-orgasm.
She reached forward and ran her fingers through his hair. As she had hoped, it had the effect of instantly calming the tension in his body. Hermione didn’t care that this was difficult for him, but she wanted him to still enjoy it.
“You may speak when I ask you a direct question,” she told him. “Do you know what edging is?”
“No, Mistress,” he responded.
“It’s when you get close to an orgasm, then stop and back off just enough to keep from coming, then start again. Over and over,” she explained.
His eyes widened enough that she caught the movement even with his eyes downcast. She continued, “How would you feel about me edging you this evening?”
“I’m not sure I would like it,” he answered honestly.
“Then it’s a good thing you’re just here for my pleasure,” she replied. If she thought he was truly unhappy, of course she would stop, but he shuddered when she said that, his cock looking even larger than it already was, so she wasn’t as worried as she might have been.
“For now, you will follow me into the bedroom — crawling on all fours.”
HIs jaw clenched again, but Charlie nodded, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Lay down in the middle of the bed on your back,” she told him. “Hands down at your sides but you’re not allowed to touch yourself.”
He hastened to follow her order, obviously wanting to make her happy. He even kept his eyes averted. “Do you like to be praised?” she asked. “You did a wonderful job following my orders just now,” she told him, happy when she saw his small, satisfied smile.
“Yes, Mistress,” he responded somewhat smugly. She reached down and pinched his nipple in response.
“What was that for!?” he demanded.
“Your tone,” she told him. “And because I can. Depending on who is dominating you, they may do things or make you do things that aren’t pleasurable for you at all, for no reason beyond their own amusement.”
“Are you going to do that to me?” Charlie asked. His tone was almost a challenge and she noticed he wasn’t quite as hard as before.
“Well, I’m certainly going to enjoy using you, but I don’t think you’ll mind too much. I’m going to ride your face until you make me come.”
“Can I use my hands, too?” he asked enthusiastically.
“No,” she began.
“But I can do—”
Sensing that he wasn’t going to let this go without a fight, she cut him off by settling her body on top of him, muffling his voice with her pussy. She heard a disgruntled grumble, shifted her body forward where it would make breathing harder for him, and then he gave in. Charlie’s sure, strong tongue poked inside her while he worked his mouth around her, seemingly enjoying sucking at her little button.
Hermione was falling apart in no time, but he didn’t stop. When she began to orgasm, his hands came up to hold her in place as he fiercely ate her out. As another rolled over her, she turned the unintelligible scream into a spell, “Incarcerous” and his hands and ankles were suddenly bound.
Charlie fought the restraints, but there was nothing he could do. Hermione moved off of him. “That was very naughty,” she told him. “Forcing me to bind you is not how that was supposed to work.”
“I don’t like this,” he stated, fighting the bonds.
Hermione paused, placing a hand on his chest until he looked at her. “Do you want to safeword? It’s there for a reason.”
“No,” he said after a pause. “No, Mistress, I’m okay.”
“If you need to—“
“I said I’m okay and I even called you Mistress. Just keep going or I’ll never learn this,” Charlie said through gritted teeth.
“You will not interrupt me again or there will be unpleasant consequences,” she snapped. Softening back into her teaching voice, Hermione said, “You don’t have to learn it. It’s okay to say ‘I tried this and didn’t like it.’ It’s more than okay to use your safeword anytime you may need it.”
She laughed when her only answer was a low growl. Stubborn arse. Fine then, she would make sure he learned all about being under someone else’s control. Hermione moved down the bed, allowing him to watch her as she moved. His cock was only half hard now, but she knew it wouldn’t take long for that to change. Just a little stimulation.
Rather than her hands, she put her mouth immediately over his cock, looking up at him as she sunk all the way down on it and sucked for all she was worth. He hardened in her mouth almost instantly, making it necessary for her to pull his cock out lest she gag on it. Much as he clearly didn’t want to let the sound out, Charlie moaned.
Doing it again, Hermione swirled her tongue around him as she sucked and he bucked his hips. She pulled off of him immediately, casting an Incarcerous that would hold his torso to the bed.
“You are not allowed to move without permission,” she told him. Charlie’s eyes were stormy. She could see that he was unhappy, which made her hesitate. She almost suggested safewording again, but she watched his jaw set and knew he would just say no again.
Instead, she decided to move this along faster. She sucked at him until he was nearly there, every muscle tensed, his cock ready to burst. And then she stopped. Hermione left the bed, going to get a drink as he roared in frustration.
She watched him as she sipped her wine, then walked over, drawing a hand down his body and toying with his cock again. “We can stop,” she suggested quietly. “You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself, Char.”
“No,” he said firmly.
With a gentle shrug, she went back to work on him. It took even less time now for him to be on the edge. Charlie gasped out, “I don’t like edging.”
“Would you like for me to stop?” she asked.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to ask me what I want.”
“Sometimes the dominant does. They might tell you to speak freely, or it might be a trick question.”
With a raised brow, he said, “I want whatever pleases you, Mistress.”
Hermione laughed. “Then it pleases me to continue this so that you can experience the payoff of edging… eventually.”
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Charlie had lost track of how many times Hermione had brought him to the brink now. He was nearly mindless with need and couldn’t believe how easily she had done it to him. He hated it. Everything about it made him angry and unhappy, but they were going to do this right. Hermione had promised she would teach him, and she was, though he wasn’t sure she was enjoying herself either.
As she pulled away from him, again, when he was so close he could cry, Charlie lost control — not of his orgasm, but of his magic. He was pulling so hard against the restraints she had put on him and suddenly, in a wave of pure magic, they were gone.
He was on her in a second, too far gone to care that she was shocked and perhaps even scared by his sudden outburst. Charlie grabbed her, spun her around and slammed her into the bed. He only came to a halt when he put his cock at her entrance and realized that she was practically dry, not ready for him at all. That cooled his desperation.
“You’re not ready,” he choked out, almost accusingly.
Gasping, Hermione answered, “I don’t love dominating, especially when you’re clearly not enjoying it.”
“Why didn’t you say so?” Charlie demanded.
“Because you were so determined to learn about it,” she huffed from beneath him.
He paused, trying to think of a way to make them both enjoy this. “How do you feel about being dominated? Truly?”
“I’ve not had a lot of experience with it, domination either since I don’t like it, but I think I prefer being dominated if you would like to try that,” Hermione said, watching him with something like fear in her eyes.
Charlie didn’t like it… but he also did. He liked that feeling that he was in charge and she had to do what he said. After spending hours on the brink of an orgasm, he was more than ready to force some of that on her, though he knew he didn’t have the patience right now to edge her like she had done to him.
“Incarcerous,” he said, letting her experience the bonds he had been held down with, though he only bothered with her wrists and ankles. “Turnabout’s fair play, I think. Do you like that idea?” he asked mockingly.
“I like whatever you want for me, …Sir,” she answered hesitantly.
“Good girl,” he praised, noticing the way it made her blush. “Do you like being praised?”
“Yes, Sir,” Hermione admitted.
“Good. Maybe it will motivate you to help me feel better. It’s been a hard evening so far.” Charlie almost snickered at his own pun, but thought that might ruin the effect.
When he slid his finger down to her slit, he was surprised to find she was starting to get wet. She clearly did enjoy this more than he did. Despite her returning juices, he decided the fastest way to both push her to the edge and make sure she was ready to take him would be with his mouth.
Charlie feasted on her. He used every trick he knew — the tricks she had taught him — to push her there quickly. Hermione had no restraint in letting him know how much she was enjoying herself. She was straining against the bonds now, too, but only because her body was starting to convulse with pleasure, when he took his turn to pull away.
She cried out in frustration. “You see, that really wasn’t very nice of you,” he chastised her. “It’s very upsetting, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed obediently, panting.
“Now I’m going to fuck you into this bed until I come. Maybe you’ll get to, maybe you won’t.” He hoped she would, but he was beyond the point where he would be able to hold out until she did.
“I’m here to please you, Sir,” she told him, sending a chill of pleasure down Charlie’s spine.
He began rubbing her clit even as he worked himself inside her with his other hand. Despite the callous way he had described not caring, he did hope they would come together. He knew it didn’t always happen that way, but Merlin, he liked it when it did.
Still, he plowed into her with abandon, unable to hold himself back. It was a good thing she, too, was close, because it took almost no time for his cock to begin spurting into her, the feeling mind-numbingly good as Hermione’s orgasm rolled over her and she screamed his name. She milked him as Charlie blacked out from the release after hours of being kept on edge.
When he came to, Hermione was breathing shallowly below him, her arms free — whether from her magic or his, Charlie didn’t know — and lightly rubbing his back. “That was more successful,” she said calmly, if a little breathily, as they both came down from the high.
“I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before,” he admitted as he rolled off her and pulled her to his side.
“That’s the fun of edging,” Hermione explained, snuggling into him. “But I’m sorry being dominated wasn’t fun for you. I see now that even though you wouldn’t safeword, I should have stopped. You clearly weren’t enjoying yourself.”
Charlie shook his head. “I wanted to experience it.”
“You experienced more than enough,” she argued.
“Certainly more than I got to experience of dominating, and I liked that bit a lot more.”
“Fortunately, we have time to explore that if you’d like,” she said, her wide, almond eyes downcast. Charlie loved looking into them, but he could get used to this as well, when they decided to play this way.
“Good girl,” he praised. Certainly he felt like there was more for him to learn about it. And quite a few hours left to do so.