Ch 296 - Lucifer, please take if off? ~Ball Gag~

After a minute, Lucifer strolled in, stark naked (which Hermione appreciated), and went to the dresser.

She couldn't quite make out what he was retrieving.

When he came back and stood before her, she saw four thin strips of leather in his hand like little belts.

She knew what they were. He was going to restrain her in some way.

Maybe to the bed . . . or the wall. That was a mystery her pussy seemed eager to solve. 'I'm going to leave a wet spot on the bed.'

Lucifer didn't say a word as he affixed the restraints to her limbs. He could hear her breathing pick up as each band was put in place.

Both wrists, both ankles.

She looked striking. "On your hands and knees in the middle of the bed."

That same tone. It made Hermione shiver as she got into place.

He leaned on the bed next to her and pushed her chest lower, pulling her left hand beside her.

She realized he was attaching the wrist cuff to the ankle cuff.

Testing the give while he fastened her right side, Hermione found there was almost no wiggle room. 

"Arse in the air. Higher. Good." Lucifer gently parted her pussy. 

'Very good,' he smirked. "How do you feel, pet?"

Hermione was balancing on her face and shoulders, not comfortable but not in pain.

She felt exposed and on the verge of vomiting up a whole herd of butterflies, but her pussy was running like a faucet.

"Um . . . I'm scared, sir, but . . . I'm not hating it."

Chuckling silently at her admission, Lucifer was delighted that she hadn't panicked.

"I can see that. I'm going to get the riding crop. Don't go anywhere."

She could hear the laughter in his voice. 'Ha ha. Very funny.'

Lucifer didn't just get the riding crop; he got the little paddle, her plug, the nipple clamps and a ball gag too.

He wanted to see where the night might go.

Setting everything at the foot of the bed, he climbed up next to her and lay on his side, resting his head where he could see her face.

"Are you enjoying your new position, Hermione?"

Her lips opened but nothing came out for a second. "Y-yes, sir," she answered in a quaking voice.

"Good. You're going to be here awhile. Which would you like first, the clamps or the crop?"

"The riding crop, sir."

"Then we'll start with the clamps."

Hermione whimpered as he started teasing her right nipple, getting it stiff and ready.

"I've increased the tension a bit more this time, pet. Do you think you can take it?"

She turned her face into the bed.

The shining silver suddenly looked more menacing, the black rubber tips more evil.

"I'm scared."

"I know you are, pet. Will you do as I ask even though you're frightened?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

He placed one clamp around her right nipple and slowly let it close.

Her back tensed, and she pushed her face into the comforter and yelled.

"Holy fucking hell, that hurts! Please take it off! I was wrong. I can't take it!"

"Just give it a few minutes, pet. Give your body a chance to get used to the pain."

"Oh God!" It hurt far more than her previous experiences with the clamps.

It felt as though he were tearing off her nipple . . . or stabbing her.

Hermione kept yelling into the bed as he started plucking at the other side.

"Fuck! Please don't do the other one. Please. It hurts too much."

"I can't leave you uneven, pet. That wouldn't be right."

Hermione didn't feel much pleasure from his soft teasing; all she could think about was the pinching pain in her right tit.

It consumed her.

The other clamp closed around her left side, and she let out a wail.

"Dammit, Lucifer! Please take it off!" she cried.

"I said give it a few minutes."

Her face turned into the bed, and she let out a sob.

Hermione felt him get behind her, and his fingers parted her folds.

If he would touch her clit, she might be able to withstand it.

"Your pussy is wetter than ever, pet. Are you sure you don't like the pain just a little?"

"Damn you. I can't control it!"

He smiled. "Watch your mouth, Granger. I don't like how aggressive you're getting."

"Really? Because I'm having a fucking ball over here!" she snapped back.

Biting the grin off his lips, Lucifer forced himself to sound serious. "That's two, Granger."

"Two what?!" she hissed.

"Two minutes with the paddle. Are you going to go for three?"

Screaming into the bed, she cursed him in her head.

Hermione felt the riding crop pat her bum, and she turned her head to one side so she could breathe.

The tongue slapped her, making one spot flare to life.

"Can you work through the pain, Hermione Granger, or will you give up? Count for me. Say thank you. Prove to me you're worth my cock."

'Oh, you are tricky.' He knew she couldn't pass up the chance to meet his challenge.

Why couldn't she let his words leave her unaffected?

"One. Thank you, sir," she ground out through her teeth.

Grinning at her, Lucifer slapped her bum again.

"Two. Thank you, sir!"

Lucifer kept that swats slow, letting the heat build between each one.

When she got to ten, she no longer sounded as if she wanted to kill him.

He went on until she got to twenty. "Excellent, Hermione. How do your nipples feel now?"

"They hurt like hell, you fucking bastard," she muttered into the bed.

His eyebrows rose. "What was that, Granger?"

"Nothing."

"It didn't sound like nothing. It sounded like five minutes with the paddle."

"Oh God, I'm sorry. I swear! I didn't mean it. I'm just in pain."

"I understand that. I'm hoping we can work past that pain to the point where you are in control of yourself no matter the circumstances. Life is painful. Will you let a little discomfort rule you, or will you rule it? I wouldn't be here right now if I had succumbed to the thrall of pain. Concentrate, Hermione. Control your thoughts."

Her face turned back into the bed, and she started crying. 

'What a fucking guilt trip.' Hermione couldn't even imagine what he'd been through in his past, the pain he had endured for ages....

Were nipple clamps even in the same league? She felt weak and ashamed.

Turning her head to one side, Hermione blubbered out an answer through her tears.

"What? I can't understand you?"

Taking a deep breath and sniffing the snot up her nose, she said it again more clearly, "I'll do it for y-you."

It was what he was hoping for, but the words made him feel both satisfied and sad.

Lucifer wanted to take care of her and make her hungry for his touch; but he loved that she was willing to take the pain for him.

Reaching out his hand, he ran his fingers over her blotchy red backside.

"Good girl. I'll take off the clamps in a minute."

Hermione sighed in relief. She felt bad for shouting at him.

Her nipples were like two stabbing spurs, but she could block them out if she tried.

A shaky breath escaped, and she tried to look at him. "I'll wear them longer if you want."

"That's not necessary, pet. I don't want to cause any damage that needs serious healing. Just take your punishment like a good girl, and I'll be happy."

Hermione knew whatever paddle he had chosen was going to hurt like hell, but she was willing to suck up the pain if that was all it took to please him.

After a minute, as promised, he unclipped her nipples.

Burning flooded her chest. Burying her face in the comforter, she shouted.

"It's okay, pet. Scream if you need to."

Her head shook no. She'd tough it out.

Turning her face toward him, Hermione panted through the rest of the pain.

A hand stroked her cheek, and she opened her eyes to find him lying next to her, wiping the tears from her face.

"That was excellent, Hermione. Would you like the paddle now, or like to wait?"

"I'd like it now, sir." She wanted to get it over with.

He nodded. "I'd like you to try something while I paddle you."

She didn't know how much more she could take in one night.

"Is it something painful?"

Smiling softly, he shook his head. "No, just very submissive."

Hermione nodded in agreement. "Okay."

Lucifer got the ball gag and showed it to her. Her eyes got a little bigger, but she didn't object.

Her mouth opened wide when he held it to her lips, and he put it in place, securing the strap behind her head.

Sitting back, he took in the sight.

"Bloody hell, love," he murmured. "You look gorgeous."

She couldn't really smile with the gag in her mouth, but she blushed at the compliment.

It was a little uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt.

If he got off on it, she'd wear it whenever he wanted.

Lucifer saw her hips roll, searching for friction. 

'She likes it.' He stared into her eyes, observing her thoughts. 

'Bloody hell.' The gag excited her, but she was even more turned on by his reaction to it.

That was disturbingly touching.

"I'll fuck you after the paddle, pet. Would you like that?"

She nodded emphatically.

"Good. Yell all you want while you're wearing that. Five minutes is a long time. I don't expect you to stay quiet."

He got the paddle, and Hermione could see it was the small one.

She was only slightly relieved.

He knelt beside her on the bed, and suddenly the hard wood cracked against her skin, the sting intense.

He went slower than usual for a punishment.

Maybe Lucifer thought she couldn't handle five full minutes of fast paddling, or maybe he just didn't want to wear out his arm.

Whatever his reasons, she was grateful.

Lucifer watched her bum twitch with each hit.

A little spot of white blinked into her skin then slowly turned pink. 'Lovely.'

Her bottom was already primed from the riding crop.

He was just deepening the red.

Her globes were a fuchsia garden.

He hit the other cheek and watched the garden bloom. 

She had no idea how long he'd been whacking her with that paddle, but it felt like twenty minutes.

Minimum. Tears streamed down her face, and Hermione groaned around the ball in her mouth.

When he finally stopped, she sobbed in relief.

Her arse looked wonderful. A fine wine.

She was shining in all her glory, a river glistening between her thighs.

He hadn't stimulated her slit in the slightest.

It was all from the paddle, gag, and restraints. The humiliation.

The submission.

Lucifer knelt down next to her and looked at her tear-stained face.

"Punishment's over . . . unless you have something else you'd like to say."

She violently shook her head no.

Lucifer smirked. "Can you feel how wet you are, pet? Your cunt is gleaming. Would you like me to fuck you now?"

Her nod looked delirious. Deranged.

He noticed the drool running around the ball. "Would you like me to remove your gag?"

Hermione stared at him for a long few seconds then shook her head.

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