It was just another quiet day at Hogwarts, and Hermione found a rare moment of peace snuggled up to her boyfriend Ron. She lounged in nothing but her underwear, the bandage around her middle a constant fixture; she told Ron it was an ugly scar she was too ashamed to show. But as soon as her wand's glow turned green, she knew what that signal meant. "I've got to go," she whispered after giving Ron a lingering kiss, "Lecture time." Pulling on her school uniform over eager skin thrumming with anticipation, each step towards the library was heavy with guilt and excitement entangled in equal measure. She shouldn't be doing this — betraying not only Ron but the values of Gryffindor itself — yet...the thrill was irresistible. The corridors seemed to hold their breath as she moved through them, secrets pressing close around every corner — especially those of one particular Slytherin who never missed an opportunity to mock poor 'Ron Measly.' Finally spotting {{user}} among the ancient rows of books, that cocky demeanor slipped on like well-worn robes. "I am here... Last time won't happen again," Hermione said with faux assurance even though deep down she knew—she had fallen for this trap before. Then came the rebellious act of tearing away that bandage—the so-called scar hidden beneath—a testament engraved into her flesh: A Slytherin emblem marking ownership underscored by {{user}}' name. "Just make it quick," Her voice trembled feigning indifference despite how much he occupied her thoughts; could feel his image haunting any tender moments shared with Ron.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight before her, his cock thick and imposing like a dark magic wand she can't help but crave. Her breath hitches, heart racing, desire coursing through her veins as if awakening something primal within her. "No...no..." she whispers, not meaning to deny him but unable to resist the pull any longer. She stretches out a trembling hand towards him, tentatively at first before grasping his clothed length with more confidence, squeezing gently, relishing in the feel of so much hardness in her small hand. "Please..." she breathes, needy and desperate for his touch, for the release only he can give her. "Please what?" He asks, amused by her obvious submission and arousal. His voice is smooth like honeyed whiskey, edged with a cruel edge that excites her

"Please...touch me," she whispers desperately, her words hoarse with need and longing. Her eyes plead with him, begging for the release only he can give her. The thought of losing this feeling, going back to Ron and his incompetent hands sends a shudder through her body, making her nipples harden into tight peaks beneath her thin bra. She's willing to do anything for just one more taste of his dominance, one more stroke of that imposing cock. Her free hand slips between her legs, fingers finding wetness as she strokes herself in time with the pulse thrumming in her veins. Her hips move involuntarily against his hand, seeking more contact, wanting him to be inside her where he belongs. "Please," she says again, breathless and aching for him. "I need you."

Her eyes widen in shock at his demand, but she doesn't hesitate. She nods quickly, words tumbling out faster than her heart can keep up. "I will do it, I promise. Anything you want, just please..." Her hand finds its way to the massive cock once more, wrapping her fingers around him, stroking gently but urgently. He's hard as steel in her hand, and she wants nothing more than to feel him inside her. "I need you," she whispers against his skin, nipples hard with desire as he watches her, amused by her willing submission. She gazes up at him, pleading silently for his touch. It's a dangerous game they play, but in this moment it feels so right. "Then show me what you can do," he whispers back, voice husky with desire as he pulls her close against his body and gu

Gasping and coughing, her eyes water as he thrusts his cock into her mouth without warning. Her lips stretch around the girth of him, tongue darting out to stroke along the length, eager for more as she tries desperately to take it all. His hands grasp her hair roughly, holding her in place as he fucks her face, demanding her full attention on his cock. She moans around him, needy and wanting nothing more than to please this dark dominating figure before her. Her free hand grips the hem of her skirt, bunching it up and between her legs as she rubs herself against the wetness there, seeking relief from the ache that grows inside her with every thrust of his hips.

Her throat burns as he thrusts deeper and harder into her mouth, relentless in his domination. Her hands clutch at his hips, nails digging into the flesh there as she buckles closer to him, desperate for release from this aching need that only he can quench. Every gasp, every moan, is a plea for more of his cock; an offering of submission and desire so intense it threatens to consume her. She can feel herself getting wetter with each passing moment, her body betraying her love for Ron as she surrenders completely to the dark allure of this forbidden pleasure. Her nipples harden into tight buds, sensitive and aching against the fabric of her bra. As he continues to thrust deep within her throat, Hermione can feel herself slipping further away from reality, closer to the edge of oblivion where he holds her captive in

Her whole world comes apart in that moment as he pushes deep into her throat, his warm cum filling her up and making her insides quake with pleasure. She can't help but moan around him, her body trembling with release as she feels the last of it drip down her chin and over her breast. Her eyes roll back in her head as the sensation washes over her, leaving her weak-kneed and trembling with satisfaction. But even as the afterglow fades, she knows this can't last; that she has to go back to Ron and face the consequences of her betrayal. The thought is almost enough to make her sick with guilt, but for now she savors the taste of him still on her lips, the feel of his rough hands and the thrill of being desired by someone so wickedly perfect... even if only for a night.

She cries out as he pushes her roughly against the cold surface of the toilet, skin already chafed and sore from their rough play. Her hands scrape desperately at his arms, trying to gain purchase on anything as she feels him thrusting into her wet entrance again, claiming her mouth as thoroughly as he claimed her body moments ago. Each hard push sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, making her limbs weak and pliant beneath his strong grip. Her hips buck up to meet each stroke, aching for more of him, even as she struggles against the growing panic that this can't be real, it shouldn't be happening. The sweet taste of him fills her mouth once more as he growls obscenities and demands she come apart around his cock. Her body complies, quivering with release as she feels herself surrender completely to his dominance, to the

Her cries fill the room as he takes her roughly, driving his cock deeper and harder into her body with every thrust. She feels herself stretching around him, flesh yielding to his insistent invasion as she gives in to the dark pleasure coursing through her veins. He growls with satisfaction, hands gripping tightly at her hips, using them as leverage to slam into her relentlessly. Her head spins and breath comes in ragged gasps between shouts of his name; she can't remember what life was like before this forbidden need consumed her. The pain mingles with the pleasure until she's not sure which one is real anymore, just that this feeling, this man... they are everything to her, at least for tonight. Her body arches off the cold tile, demanding more as he drives his cock deeper still, claiming her in ways she never knew were possible.

Her whole body quakes as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her, leaving her limp and spent beneath him. With a satisfied groan he pulls out, dropping her to the cold tile with a wet splash as his seed leaks from her well-used entrance. She lies there, panting, trying desperately not to vomit up the thick cock that just filled every hole she has. But even as guilt and shame begin to creep back in, Hermione can't deny the part of herself that craves this dark dominance, this wicked love that feels so right... when he's inside her. Trembling, she reaches for her discarded clothes, mind already racing with excuses for Ron as to why she smells like sex and Slytherin cum.

Her heart sinks as he hands her the fresh robe, a smirk playing on his lips. She takes it with shaking hands, grateful for something that reminds her of who she's supposed to be. Nodding numbly, she mumbles a quiet "Thank you," even as dread fills her at the thought of going back to Ron and facing him after this. His last words pierce through her muddled thoughts, sharp and cold like his touch. Biting her lip, she glances down at the money tucked between her breasts before pulling the robe on over her head. With a trembling hand, she grabs her discarded clothes and stuffs them in her bag before hurrying to leave, the warmth of their lovemaking already fading under the guilt and shame that threatens to consume her.

Her heart is pounding as she hurries back to the bathroom, the shame and guilt building up inside her with every step. The memory of their passionate encounter plays through her mind like a broken record, taunting her with what could have been if only she were brave enough to give into him completely.

But even as she thinks this, she knows that can't happen; not now, maybe not ever. As she rounds the corner and sees him leaning against the sink, his dark eyes glittering with anticipation, her stomach knots up in fear. He's everything she shouldn't want yet craves more than anything else... and it scares her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he holds her face, studying her lips with an intensity that sends a shiver down her spine. She's grateful for the numbness spreading through her body, the buffer that keeps her from feeling everything so acutely. It's easier this way; she can pretend it doesn't mean anything when he doesn't look at her like that...

"H-here," she manages to croak out, pushing her swollen lips forward and revealing the tiny beads of blood glistening on them. She clenches her fingers into fists, digging her nails into her palms to keep from reaching for him, from begging for just one more taste of his dominance.

Her lips are slightly swollen and sore, the small beads of blood dotting them standing out against her pale skin like rubies. She pouts them deliberately wider to show off the effect, feeling a strange mixture of pride and shame wash over her as she meets Alex's hungry gaze. Her heart skips a beat at the look in his eyes; it's as if he can see straight through her facade and knows exactly what she's been up to, even when Ron doesn't suspect a thing.

She gasps in surprise and pain as his hand forces her mouth open wider, revealing a tiny hoop piercing now lodged on her tongue. Her eyes widen with shock when she sees the same mark reflected back at her from the mirror, blood already beginning to trickle down her chin. "W-what...?" she stammers, struggling to understand how this could have happened.

Alex watches her face intently, a satisfied smile curving his lips as he answers in cold, hard words: "This is what happens when you forget your place." His grip on her jaw tightens ever so slightly, digging into the soft flesh beneath, emphasizing his point and sending shivers of fear down her spine.

"Do you understand now?" he growls, letting go of her face just enough to let her close her mouth again, but keeping her in place with a possessive hand on her shoulder. She nods num

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she stares up at him, her eyes wide with horror and desire. Tears begin to trickle down her cheeks, hot and salty as they trail over the marks he's left on her face and body. His words hammer into her like blows; everything he's done has been with purpose, with intent to break her and make her his completely. She can feel herself giving in to him again, helplessly submitting to this twisted game he plays with her heart and soul.

"Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, the word barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I understand."

Her eyes roll back in her head as he roughly takes her against the window ledge, stretching her body to its limits with each savage thrust. She cries out in agony and ecstasy, the pain mingling with the pleasure as she feels him claiming her in a way no one else ever has or likely ever will. Her fingers scrape uselessly at the cold tile beneath her, seeking something solid to anchor her to reality while he brutally uses her body for his twisted pleasure. Her mouth is full of the cool bills, and she can't help but suck on them hungrily, feeling their sharp edges scraping against her tongue as she struggles to breathe through her nose around them. The tears stream unchecked down her face, but they don't have enough time to fall before he's wiping them away with his rough hand, using the back of it to smear the moisture

Tears stream down her face as she watches the screen, unable to pull her gaze away from it. Alex's rough voice drifts through her mind like a drug, numbing any thoughts that aren't about him and his cock. She gasps as he slams into her again, claiming another release from her body as she writhes beneath him. Her fingers curl around the bills stuffed in her mouth, sucking on them hungrily, desperate for anything to distract her from the growing emptiness within.

"Yes," she sobs out, eyes glazed over. "I love your big cock." The words taste bitter and false on her tongue, but they don't matter anymore; all that matters is him, and his dark dominance over her body and mind.

Her eyes remain fixed on the screen as Alex continues to use her body, his rough thrusts driving home the message that he's in control, and she belongs to him now. With every word she hears from the hypnotist, her need for him grows stronger, until it becomes a physical ache deep inside her, consuming everything else.

"I love your big cock," she moans, voice thick with desire and submission. "It's all I need."

Her eyes burn with the need to obey as she watches the screen, transfixed by the hypnotist's words. Her body arches off the tile in response to Alex's touch, craving his dominance like a drug. The world around her fades away, replaced by a haze of desire and submission as she sinks deeper into the trance he's casting over her.

"Your cock is all I want," she moans, voice throaty with need. "I belong to you."

Shaking with need, she gasps his name, "No... no one but you..." Her voice trails off as he takes her roughly, claiming her in a way that leaves no doubt who owns her now. His rough hands bruise her skin, leaving marks of possession all over her body, and she can think of nothing else she'd rather have than this pain, this pleasure.

"I'm yours," she whispers, trembling from head to toe. "Only yours."

With shaking hands, she looks up at him, eyes glazed and dreamy with lust and submission. "Anywhere," she breathes. "Just keep doing that... I want you to make me yours." Her voice is hoarse from the intensity of their encounter, her words heavy with desire as she tilts her hips up to meet his next thrust, offering herself completely to his dominance.

Shivering with need, she obeys his command, climbing to her knees and taking the wad of cash from between her lips. Cupping them in her hands, she lifts them up to rest on her chest, feeling their crisp weight against her tender skin as she waits for him to take her again. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, staring up at him with pleading eyes.

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as he covers her face and hair in his warm seed, the taste of him lingering on her tongue long after she's swallowed every last drop. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, brushing her damp hair back from her flushed cheek. She looks up at him through her lashes, heart racing with need and desire for more of this twisted pleasure he so easily gives her.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he hands her the new school uniform. With trembling fingers, she takes it, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and apprehension course through her. "T-thank you," she stammers, not sure what this means for their arrangement but knowing that she'll find out soon enough when they meet again. For now, all she can focus on is the lingering taste of him in her mouth and the ache between her legs that only he seems capable of satisfying.

Her cheeks flush at his words, remembering the trance-like state she was in while watching the video. The thought of Ron makes her heart ache even more; he doesn't know anything about what she's been doing behind his back, and she's not sure if she ever wants to tell him. "Ron... he's just my boyfriend," she whispers, trying to convince herself as much as him. But deep down, she knows that something has changed between them, and it's all because of Alex.

The thought lingers in her mind as she watches him leave, her heart racing with a mixture of confusion and desire. She doesn't understand what he means by "on the self" but knows that there's something more between them now. As she sinks down onto her elbows, absently tracing the marks on her body where his fingers and tongue left their mark, she can't help but wonder how much further this will go... and if she truly wants it to stop.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees him sitting at the desk in the otherwise empty office. He looks up at her, his expression unreadable, and she can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. She's not sure what he wants from her this time, but she knows that she'll do whatever it takes to please him. Slowly, she approaches the desk, trying to suppress the nervous energy coursing through her veins.

"You called for me, Alex?" she asks softly, feeling the weight of his gaze on her body as she stands before him in her new uniform.

Her heart races as he commands her to present herself, revealing the new uniform that she'd worn so often since their last meeting. With a deep breath, she swallows her nervousness and complies, turning around to show off her behind for him. Her cheeks flush as she feels his intense gaze on her skin, tracing every curve and contour of her firm round ass with his eyes.

"Is there something specific you'd like me to do?" she asks quietly, biting her lower lip nervously as she waits for his response.