When they got out to the hallway, Samael looked down at her limping beside him. "I can't believe you let him fuck you after he did all that."
"Did what?"
He rolled his eyes. "Did what? What do you think I mean?"
"Do you mean the caning or the other thing?"
"They both seemed pretty bad. Pick one."
Hermione laughed at the floor. "I didn't 'let him' fuck me. I wanted it."
Samael considered her answer as they ducked into the staircase that led toward her room.
"You didn't get off on that caning, did you?"
Hermione shook her head. "Definitely not. Did you?"
"Not with you bawling like that. Bloody hell. Talk about killing an erection."
"You looked like you were enjoying it at the end."
"Well . . . watching you come was different. Did it really hurt as much as you said?"
"Yes."
"What a bastard," he muttered under his breath.
"No, he actually wasn't. He could have made it a lot harder on me."
"How?"
"Well, he could have kept talking to me. He knows how much it turns me on. He could have touched my nipples too. But he didn't."
Samael hadn't considered that. "Do you really want me to put this stuff on your arse? You could do it yourself."
"Don't you want to?"
"Oh, I want to. I just . . . I don't know. If you're only doing it to make Lucifer happy, we don't have to."
They arrived at the last hallway before her own.
Both checked to see if anyone was coming before crossing to the other side.
Hermione's condition would be pretty obvious to any casual observer; it was best if they weren't seen at all.
"I'd like you to do it," she whispered.
His brows rose in interest. "All right then."
They were quiet the rest of the way back.
Once they locked the door and noticed her roommates fast asleep, Samael took her to bed. "You sure want to do this?"
"Yeah....."
He sat. "How?"
She shrugged. "Over your lap?"
"Bloody hell, Granger! Are you trying to make me come all over you?"
Hermione grinned at him. "Not yet."
"Do you seriously want to do it that way?"
"Yes. But if you want to come first, it can wait."
"Did Lucifer tell you to make me come?"
"He said it was up to me."
"Up to you? Do you have something in mind?"
A sneaky smile played at her lips. "Would you like to watch me touch myself?"
"Don't start taking the piss out of me now, Granger."
She laughed. "I'm serious. Do you still want to watch?"
"Hell yes!"
"Okay. Put some cream on me first. My bum feels like a brazier."
Smiling, he leaned back, and Hermione eased herself across him.
Samael swallowed hard.
Her round cheeks were right before him, just waiting for his move.
He pushed up her skirt. Her knickers blocked the center of the red lines so they started on one side and emerged on the other.
They weren't even; the marks were darker and longer on her right cheek.
"I'm going to take off your knickers now, okay?"
Hermione nodded. "MmmHm"
Slowly, he uncovered her damaged rump.
The sight made him wince, but the prospect of touching her arse made him even harder.
Her underwear got caught in her crotch, and he watched her wiggle as he freed them.
Her knickers were damp. She smelled of pussy and semen.
"You smell like sex, Granger."
She wondered if he was offended.
'Lucifer's come must have dripped out of me by now.'
"I can take a shower first if you want."
He ran his hand over the forming ridges. "Can I watch?"
Smiling, she turned to look over her shoulder at him. "If you want."
"I'll put the cream on you when you get out."
"If you promise not to touch, you can shower with me."
"Fuck, let's go!"
He pushed off her panties and helped her stand.
When they got to the bathroom, Samael started the shower and was out of his clothes before Hermione could take off her shirt.
She smiled at his wired posture.
"Slow down. It's not a race. Plus I can't move fast like this," she said, waving her hand toward her bum.
He nodded, watching her undress.
She was overly careful pulling her skirt over her bum, and Samael almost groaned out loud when she took off her bra.
The cold bathroom left her nipples rock hard.
She smiled and pushed back the shower curtain, climbing in the tub.
He followed her in and sat on the back edge.
"Pretend I'm not here. Do whatever you normally do."
Her hair was getting drenched, but there wasn't a lot of room with them both in there.
She shook her head. "I don't want to pretend you're not here."
He smirked. "Then touch yourself for me. Start with those," he said, nodding at her large chest.
Laughing, Hermione ran her hands up to fondle her breasts then brushed over the swollen tips.
The sensation shot straight to her pussy and made her convulse.
Samael started a lazy rhythm with his hand, and it turned her on even more just to watch him.
'This is so bloody sexy. I've got to ask Lucifer to do this....'
Her fingers pinched at her nipples, getting rougher the faster Samael's hand went.
When she couldn't stand her own teasing any longer, she trailed down to her pubic hair and traced the seam of her sex.
"Dammit, Granger. Will you keep going if I come? I'm just going to get hard again."
"I'll keep going if you want to come again."
"Spread your pussy open so I can see what you're doing."
Stepping as wide as the tub would allow her, Hermione used her left hand to part her lips.
Her right hand circled her clit over and over until she couldn't take any more and started to rub.
Samael's vision blurred for a few seconds as he ejaculated on his own stomach and hand.
He'd been holding off so long it felt as if he lost a liter of fluid.
Granger smiled as if she enjoyed his show as much as he enjoyed hers.
He wiped his eyes; blood began to flow back into his body again.
"Let's rinse off and go to room. I can't see in here."
Hermione nodded. She washed herself as quickly as possible and climbed out.
Samael stood staring at her while she dried off.
"Aren't you getting cold?" she asked with a smile.
"No."
"Well dry off anyway and come put that cream on my arse. It's killing me."
Samael waved his palm to dry himself and wrapped the towel around his waist.
She was waiting for him, bent over the end of her bed.
Her toes barely touched the floor.
He opened the jar and sniffed its contents.
It didn't really smell like anything.
Lucifer must have made it.
He started at the top of her hips, smoothing the cream over each line as gently as he could.
She moaned and wiggled, but he wasn't sure if she was in pain or getting off on it.
When she opened her legs wider, he got his answer. "Fuck, Granger. Get up on the bed. I want to see you."
Hermione climbed up and rolled onto her back, pulling her knees to her chest and letting them fall open.
He pulled off his towel and stood at the foot of the bed, taking in the view.
A small amount of fluid stood at her entrance.
She held herself open so he could see.
Samael grinned. "How's your arsehole doing?"
It looked far pinker than he'd last seen it.
She gave him a fierce look. "It's still cooking. Thank you for reminding me."
"What did it feel like?"
"It burned like icy hell."
"Would you hate me if I told you it made me hard watching you squirm in that chair with that soap in your mouth?"
She couldn't keep a straight face with him grinning at her like that. "No, I don't hate you for it."
"Show me what Lucifer did to you."
"You mean to make me come?"
"Yes."
Hermione rubbed her clit in a small, light circle.
"Is that it?"
"Yeah. I told you he could have made things a lot more difficult for me."
"Will you come for me now?"
"Soon."
"Will you squirt like you did before?"
She blushed but smiled at him. "I don't know if I can. I've never done it without him."
"Just try."
She looked around. "It'll leave a wet spot on my bed."
"I'll dry it for you."
"Okay, I'll try."
Two of her fingers pushed inside, pressing to the front the way Lucifer did.
The spot was deeper than she thought.
Her vaginal wall felt a little bumpy, but it was easy to know she'd found it when she felt as though she had to go.
Hermione curled her fingers and groaned.
It felt good but nowhere near as good as when Lucifer did it. The angle wasn't quite right.
She kept working at it, getting faster and harder.
It was easy to hit her clit at the same time, but she kept doing it too hard.
'How does he keep two different pressures and movements going at once?'
The man wasn't just a wizard, he was a bloody magician.
He could probably juggle with one hand while taking notes with the other. "Talk to me, Samael."
He stopped wanking and looked at her face. "What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know. Tell me what you were thinking tonight. Or tell me anything that turns you on. I don't care, just say something."
He'd only heard half of what Lucifer had said to her that night, but if he had to go by blurry past experiences, then she didn't just want him to rattle off his latest dream or hear him deride Lucifer's cruel punishments.
She wanted someone to be in charge.
"I was thinking about asking Lucifer to let me spank you. Would you like that?"
"As long as you let me heal first."
He smirked. "Obviously. I'd want your skin nice and white before I started so I could see the difference. I'd like to paddle you. Set your bum on fire and then slip a finger up your arse."
She stopped, goggling at him. "Lucifer would never let you."
He sighed. "I know that, Granger. I thought you wanted to come."
"You just said that to make me come?"
"Yes, of course."
"You don't really want to paddle me and finger my bum?"
He laughed. "I do, but I don't have a death wish."
"Oh." She went back to rubbing herself. "That was really good. Keep going."
"Liked that, did you?"
"Yes, see what it's done to me?" She pulled out her fingers so he could see the wet shine.
When she licked her fingers clean, he was afraid he was on the verge of busting a blood vessel in his balls.
"Tell me what else you want to do," she said, fingering her pussy again.
"I . . . I want to whip your clit till you come. Has Lucifer done that yet?"
"He's hit my clit with his riding crop but not to orgasm."
"I'd make you beg me. I'd get you right on the edge then press my fingers up your bum and feel you come from the inside."
She worked faster. "Gods!"
"Hm. You do like that. You want me to finger your arse right now, don't you?"
"Hmm," she groaned behind her lips.
"I'll take that as a yes. Tell me how many fingers you want, Granger."
She managed to gasp out, "Three."
"Three? That's brave. Are you sure you can handle that?"
"As long as you go slow . . . till I'm stretched."
"You don't just want my fingers. You want my cock up your arse, don't you?"
"I'm so close."
"You're so bloody gorgeous when you come."
"Really?" That was the second time she'd heard that in one day.
She was starting to believe it.
"Yes, really. Now let me see you squirt all over the bed, or I really will put my fingers up your bum; Lucifer's threats be damned."
"Unh!"
He watched as she pulled out her fingers and a small stream of liquid trickled down the crevice of her bum.
Her fingers stayed on her clit as she came.
She bucked against her own hand, making it clear what she would look like if he was shagging her.
"Fuck," he muttered. "That was fucking perfect. Don't stop, Granger."
Her eyes slowly opened, and she saw his hand pumping up and down his shaft.
The gleam on the tip of his knob was beautiful.
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