She liked it, and she liked to have it; and that desire for control extended to all facets of her life, especially the bedroom.
She could count on one finger the number of times she'd given up control during sex, and that had been such a colossal disappointment that she'd vowed never to repeat the mistake.
She knew what she wanted, and she knew how to take it from him, and it was always better when she did.
It was these moments - the ones where he really asserted himself and took her completely by surprise, that drove her back outside to him again and again and again.
There was also a possibility that he might be even more obsessive about books than she was (the first time she'd seen his library at penthouse she'd nearly thrown him against the shelves to provide the most explosive orgasm she'd ever given him through head alone).
She'd known it was silly to drag him along with her today, but she had needed new clothes for the beach.
Hermione had determined that she'd make the trip as quick as possible, and then they could grab lunch somewhere before returning to the vacation house for dinner.
But the second she'd walked out of the changing room and caught his eyes lusting after her the game had been borne.
She'd shifted from a quick, painless trip to one that was deliberate, slow, and teasing - intentionally arranging the order in which she tried her outfits from least to most revealing.
She'd intended to rile him, entice him, and then take him back to fuck him rotten against the first solid surface they found, and maybe even the bed too if they made it that far.
She had not, absolutely NOT expected him to shield them in magic that would allow him to play with her right here in the shop.
And the fact that he had even placed an Imperturbable on them and was proceeding to convince her that it didn't muffle her was fucking hot - she knew it wasn't possible to cast the spell that way but it didn't really matter - he'd barely touched her and she was already dripping.
She was not a quiet woman, and definitely not where sex was concerned.
She wasn't even sure if she could be.
But she'd be damned if she wouldn't try for this-for him.
Holding his eyes in the mirror she inhaled sharply and nodded, giving her acquiescence to his request as he toyed with her nipples.
His breath was hot in her ear as he smiled and whispered, "Good girl, Hermione." And then the gusset of the suit was pulled to the side and his fingers were inside her.
FUCK.
"Fuck, pet. You're drenched."
Hermione bit her lip roughly, holding in the sounds that tried desperately to escape from her throat as he drove his first two fingers into her again and again.
They'd been at this for no time at all, but already she was nearing a climax and the pressure building was exquisite.
"Fucking soaked. Fucking tight. Fuck you feel so good - you always get so wet for me." Lucifer was panting against her neck as he stared at their reflection in the mirror, watching his hand thrust against her again and again, fingers disappearing past the second knuckle into her heat each time.
"I love how fucking wet you get for me, it's so fucking hot. But this, pet -" He paused, sliding his fingers fully out of her cunt, causing her to hiss quietly at the sudden emptiness, and lifted them into her line of sight.
Strands of her wetness stretched between where they'd just been and where they were now, his hand coated in her arousal as it slid down his hand to his palm. " - this is insane."
He licked along the length of one finger and groaned.
Prodding the digits against her mouth he parted her lips before thrusting them deep into her mouth, pressing down against her tongue and causing her to gag and drool against him as her arousal enveloped her taste buds.
She sucked against him and he shuddered, eyes darkening further as he watched her lave at him.
"Fuck, so good, so fucking good.
Lucifer pulled his fingers from her mouth and slid them back down her body, trailing the combined wetness across her skin.
She was feverish with need and when he thrust three fingers into her cunt this time, she nearly toppled over with the sensations.
A brief, halting moan dropped out of her and he tsk-ed, the hand formerly occupied at her breast coming up to clamp along her lips and halt her sounds.
It didn't help though - if anything she moaned louder.
Lucifer pressed into her, pushing her forward until her head was tipped to the side, cheek and breasts flattened against the mirror, back angled so her hips and arse arched against his cloth-clad cock.
He bit at her neck once and yanked his fingers out of her pussy, resting his hand flat against her before speaking into her ear.
"What did I tell you, love?"
Hermione whimpered against his palm, hands braced against the mirror as she canted her hips to try to catch friction from his fingers again, but he moved both his hands to splay atop her own.
"Sir - I"
The smack to her arse was sudden and sharp, and just as quickly as it happened his palm was back atop her hand on the mirror.
"I said quiet. Or you don't get to cum."
Hermione was panting, struggling against him between her desire to climax and her need to be vocal about it.
"The spell affects all our noises except your voice, pet. You have to be quiet."
Her eyes met his over her shoulder, fire bursting in the amber, and for a moment he thought she might see through his ruse and stop him.
Instead she steeled her gaze and pulled her lip back between her teeth before giving him another nod, signalling instead that he should continue.
Lucifer was being an absolutely bastard, but the fact that she was currently too lust addled to care that the muffling spell couldn't be selectively placed in the way he was describing was fucking fire in his veins.
He'd give her an orgasm, pay for her things, and then take her back to the house so she could have her revenge.
Until then, however, he was going to milk this for all it was worth.
"Maybe you just need some help?"
Pulling her up from the mirror he shifted them until he was leaning back against the glass and her chest was pressed to his with her legs split over his thigh.
Her heat and wetness seeped into the linen and he huffed a gasp as he ran his hands through her curls, using the movement to hide his actions as he slipped his signet ring from thumb to middle finger and twisted so it faced inward.
One hand gathered her curls into a tight fist until her head tipped back slightly and he could look directly into her eyes as he drove back into her with the three fingers this time.
Keeping his first few thrusts shallow, he reveled as her lip reddened with the force she was applying to silence herself, her cheeks flushing with effort and gratification.
But when her eyelids started to flutter he thrust as deep as he could, letting his ring catch against her clit.
Unable to stop herself, she cried out, and Lucifer immediately descended to capture her lips and swallow her sounds.
Her body writhed against him, arousal soaking his trouser leg, her hips canting as he thrust to rub her clit against his ring again and again.
She rode him - used him as he pleasured her, and fuck if he wasn't about to cum in his pants at the feel of her clenching around him.
A few more drives and she was peaking - high, gasping sounds leaking from her mouth into his around their tongues as she climaxed, pussy tightening to a vice around his fingers before forcing them out with a wet gush he could feel running down his leg under the linen.
He kissed her through it, meeting her intensity as she shifted from fast and erratic kisses to long slow glides of tongue and lips as she caught her breath against him.
As the last of the spasms subsided, she lifted her hands to frame his face and give him a long, pressing kiss before mouthing against him, "You bloody, fucking liar."
She sank her teeth into his lower lip and snaked her hands to his trousers, ripping the belt and closure open until she could free him into the cool air of the shop.
Lucifer hissed as her hands closed around his length, starting a furiously arousing pace that he was certain would have him finishing against her belly in a matter of seconds.
"A selective Imperturbable? You and I both know there's no such thing. So either you didn't cast one at all or you cast it on both of us entirely, and considering how loud you were being with your Merlin's damned commands I'm betting it's the latter, not the former." Hermione took one hand off of his length to spit into her palm before sliding along him again and his hips jolted toward her roughly, pre-cum leaking from his tip to aid her saliva in slicking him for her ministrations.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
He was going to come right now, with Hermione only having her hands on him for mere seconds, and damn if it wasn't going to be explosive.
Right on the edge, he was just dropping into bliss when he caught movement over her shoulder.
Cursing, he stilled her hands and started to move her backwards and away from the mirror, back into the main area of the changing rooms.
She furiously pushed back.
"Fuck no, Morningstar. If you get to do this to me in public, then I get to return the favor."
He groaned as her hands tightened slightly, but he forced them away from his cock, grimacing, before snaking an arm under her arse and heaving her up against him, bodily hauling her away from the mirror.
"Granger, you can do anything you want to me so long as we're not standing in front of the mirror when that woman reaches it to inspect her outfit." He angled his head forward and she glanced back to see the brunette in a mini-skirt maneuvering toward the seemingly vacant tri-fold.
"Might be a slightly awkward situation otherwise."
Lucifer walked them through the store until they reached the door of her changing room.
"Go inside and get dressed. We'll pick this up back at home."
There was a moment where it seemed like Granger, still slightly in shock from both her explosive orgasm and the fact that they'd very nearly been literally walked into in various states of undress, would agree to pause their activities long enough to make their purchases and return.
But the moment passed in a blaze of amber, and with a vicious smile she forced him back against the wall separating her changing room from the one beside it.
"I think, the fuck, not."
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