Day 2: Breath Play

Day 2: Breath Play

Hermione's hands trembled as Bellatrix's fingers wrapped around her throat, the pressure firm but not enough to cut off her air just yet. She could feel the older witch's breath hot against her cheek, her lips brushing the shell of her ear as she whispered, "Relax, darling. You're going to enjoy this far more than you think."

Hermione's heart raced, the anticipation making her pulse quicken beneath Bellatrix's fingertips. She lay sprawled across the bed, her wrists bound above her head with enchanted ropes that shimmered faintly in the low candlelight. Bellatrix straddled her, her dark hair wild, her eyes gleaming with that familiar, dangerous hunger.

It was a game they had played before, but tonight, there was something more. Something darker. Bellatrix's gaze bore into her, filled with an intensity that made Hermione's skin tingle. She knew what was coming, but no matter how many times Bellatrix had pushed her to the brink, this was different.

This was about control in the most intimate and terrifying way.

"I know what you're thinking," Bellatrix purred, her fingers tightening slightly around Hermione's throat, just enough to make her breath catch. "You think you'll hate this. You think you can't handle it. But I know your body better than you do, don't I, Hermione?"

Hermione shuddered, her breath coming in shallow, rapid gasps as Bellatrix's grip on her throat remained firm, the pressure building with each passing moment. She hated how easily Bellatrix could control her with just a touch, how the weight of her fingers around her neck sent jolts of arousal straight to her core. Every nerve in her body was alive, her skin tingling with anticipation as Bellatrix's thumb brushed over her pulse, feeling how fast her heart was racing.

"You trust me, don't you?" Bellatrix asked, her voice a low, dangerous whisper.

Hermione's eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling beneath Bellatrix's as she nodded weakly. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Good girl."

Without another word, Bellatrix tightened her grip, cutting off Hermione's air completely.

The change was immediate. Hermione's chest heaved, her lungs instinctively trying to pull in breath, but nothing came. Her body tensed, her hands straining against the bindings, but the ropes held her firmly in place. She could feel the weight of Bellatrix's fingers, the pressure against her throat, and the sudden, terrifying realization that she was completely at Bellatrix's mercy.

Panic flared for a moment, her mind screaming at her to resist, to fight back. But as Bellatrix's free hand slid down her body, fingers teasing the edge of her thigh, Hermione's panic was quickly replaced by something else. The lack of oxygen heightened everything—the touch of Bellatrix's fingers, the heat of her body pressing down against Hermione's, the racing of her pulse under Bellatrix's thumb. Every sensation was sharper, more intense, and the overwhelming need to breathe was tangled with the dark pleasure building inside her.

"You feel that, don't you?" Bellatrix whispered, her lips brushing against Hermione's ear. "The way your body reacts when it's denied what it needs. You're so desperate for air… and yet, you're getting wetter by the second."

Hermione whimpered, her chest burning with the effort to breathe, her body trembling beneath Bellatrix's skilled hands. She could feel the heat between her thighs growing, the slickness that pooled there as Bellatrix's fingers drifted lower, teasing the sensitive skin just above her core.

"You'll do anything I say, won't you?" Bellatrix continued, her grip still firm around Hermione's throat. "Because you know I control every breath you take. You belong to me, Hermione."

Hermione's vision was starting to blur, dark spots dancing at the edges of her sight, but the pleasure thrumming through her was undeniable. She could feel her body teetering on the edge of something dark and delicious, the mix of fear and arousal so potent it left her dizzy.

Just as Hermione's lungs began to scream for air, Bellatrix released her grip, and Hermione gasped sharply, her chest heaving as she pulled in desperate lungfuls of air. Her body jerked beneath Bellatrix's, the sudden rush of oxygen almost as intoxicating as the lack of it had been.

Bellatrix grinned down at her, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "See?" she murmured, her fingers trailing over Hermione's throat, tracing the marks her grip had left behind. "I told you you'd enjoy it."

Hermione's breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. But even as she lay there, trembling and gasping for air, the heat between her thighs only intensified. Bellatrix's fingers had barely touched her, but she was already soaked, her body aching for more.

"You want me to do it again, don't you?" Bellatrix purred, her fingers slipping lower, teasing the edge of Hermione's slick folds. "You want to feel that rush. That delicious mix of fear and pleasure."

Hermione whimpered softly, her body betraying her once again as her hips shifted, seeking more contact. She hated how easily Bellatrix could manipulate her, how every touch, every word made her body respond in ways she couldn't control. But the truth was undeniable.

"Yes," Hermione gasped, her voice barely audible. "Please."

Bellatrix's grin widened, her fingers slipping between Hermione's folds, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. "Good girl."

With that, she tightened her grip on Hermione's throat once more, cutting off her air completely.

The world tilted again, Hermione's chest burning as her lungs fought for breath. But this time, the pleasure that came with it was even stronger. Every touch of Bellatrix's fingers sent jolts of heat racing through her, the lack of oxygen making every sensation more intense, more desperate. Hermione's body arched beneath Bellatrix's, her back lifting off the bed as her hips bucked into Bellatrix's hand.

"Look at you," Bellatrix whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "So desperate for it. So needy."

Hermione's vision blurred, her entire body trembling as Bellatrix's fingers worked her with practiced precision, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the pleasure rising with every second she was denied air. Her head spun, her body quaking with the intensity of it all, but she couldn't stop it. Couldn't resist it.

Just as Hermione's body began to convulse with the need for oxygen, Bellatrix released her grip again, and Hermione gasped sharply, her chest heaving as she pulled in deep, desperate breaths. But this time, Bellatrix's fingers didn't stop. They moved faster, harder, thrusting inside her with ruthless precision as Hermione gasped for breath, her body writhing beneath her.

"You're going to come for me," Bellatrix growled, her voice dark and commanding. "And then I'm going to do it again. Over and over, until you're a trembling, gasping mess."

Hermione's entire body shook, her muscles clenching around Bellatrix's fingers as the pleasure built to unbearable heights. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, the mix of fear, pleasure, and the rush of air sending her body into overdrive.

"Now," Bellatrix growled, tightening her grip on Hermione's throat once more. "Come for me."

Hermione's body exploded with pleasure the moment Bellatrix's fingers tightened around her throat. Her back arched violently off the bed, her muscles clenching around Bellatrix's fingers as her orgasm ripped through her with devastating intensity. Her vision blurred, dark spots dancing at the edges of her sight as the pleasure crashed over her, wave after wave leaving her gasping for breath that wouldn't come.

The lack of air made everything more intense—her body throbbed with sensation, her skin tingling with electricity as her muscles quaked uncontrollably. The feeling of Bellatrix's fingers still inside her, thrusting relentlessly, only amplified the orgasm that wracked her body.

Just as Hermione's lungs began to scream for air, Bellatrix released her throat, allowing her to pull in a sharp, desperate breath. The sudden rush of oxygen sent another jolt of pleasure through her, her body trembling violently as she gasped for air, her chest heaving.

Bellatrix didn't stop.

Her fingers continued their ruthless pace, thrusting deep inside Hermione, her grip still firm but not choking now, just enough to remind Hermione who was in control. Bellatrix's wicked grin never faltered as she watched Hermione fall apart beneath her, the younger witch's body shaking, her cries hoarse as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"You're such a good little thing for me, Hermione," Bellatrix purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Look at you. A trembling, gasping mess—and we're just getting started."

Hermione's mind was foggy, her entire body still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. She could barely think, her thoughts scattered and incoherent, but the heat between her thighs hadn't lessened. If anything, the mix of fear, pleasure, and the intoxicating rush of air made her crave more. She hated how easily her body betrayed her, how even in her exhaustion, she wanted Bellatrix to keep pushing her, to keep pushing the boundaries of pleasure and control.

Bellatrix's fingers slowed for a moment, her other hand caressing Hermione's cheek, brushing a few strands of hair from her flushed face. The tenderness was fleeting, though, as Bellatrix's grip on Hermione's throat tightened once again, cutting off her air without warning.

Hermione's eyes widened, her chest heaving as her lungs instinctively tried to pull in air, but the pressure around her throat was unyielding. Her mind screamed for her to fight, to resist, but the pleasure that accompanied the lack of oxygen was undeniable. Her body was already so sensitive, every touch amplified by the heady mix of fear and arousal.

Bellatrix's fingers resumed their pace, thrusting deep inside her, the slick sounds of her wetness filling the room as Hermione's body responded despite itself. She felt lightheaded, her limbs tingling, her mind starting to drift, but the pleasure was overwhelming. She could feel herself building toward another orgasm, the pressure in her core tightening as her body quaked with need.

"You're going to come again," Bellatrix growled, her voice low and commanding. "And this time, you're going to come until you can't breathe, until you're nothing but a gasping, quivering mess for me."

Hermione whimpered, her chest burning as the need for air grew stronger, but Bellatrix's fingers inside her were relentless, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the pleasure building, the tight coil inside her ready to snap, but the lack of oxygen made it impossible to focus on anything but the sensation of Bellatrix's fingers driving her to the brink.

Just as Hermione's vision began to darken, her body trembling uncontrollably, Bellatrix leaned in close, her lips brushing against Hermione's ear. "Now," she whispered, her voice a dark promise. "Come for me."

Hermione's body convulsed as her second orgasm crashed over her, even more intense than the first. She cried out, her voice hoarse and broken, her muscles clenching around Bellatrix's fingers as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. Her entire body trembled violently, her chest heaving as her lungs screamed for air, but Bellatrix's grip on her throat remained firm, holding her on the edge of breathlessness.

The lack of air made the pleasure almost unbearable. Hermione's vision blurred, her head swimming as the darkness crept in, but the overwhelming sensation of Bellatrix's fingers inside her, the heat between her thighs, and the intoxicating power of Bellatrix's control left her trembling on the edge of ecstasy.

At the last moment, just when Hermione thought she would pass out, Bellatrix released her throat, and Hermione gasped sharply, her chest heaving as she pulled in desperate, lungfuls of air. The rush of oxygen was almost as intense as the orgasm that still left her body quivering. She collapsed against the bed, her entire body spent, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

Bellatrix's grin widened as she slowly withdrew her fingers, wiping them clean on Hermione's thigh. "Look at you," she murmured, her voice filled with dark satisfaction. "A trembling, gasping mess—just as I promised."

Hermione lay there, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her body was spent, slick with sweat, her muscles weak and trembling, but the pleasure still thrummed through her veins, the aftershocks of her orgasm leaving her dazed.

Bellatrix leaned down, her lips brushing against Hermione's forehead in a mockingly tender kiss. "I think we'll have to do this again, don't you?" she whispered, her voice soft but dangerous. "You seemed to enjoy it far more than you thought."

Hermione's breath hitched, her body still quivering with the remnants of pleasure, and as Bellatrix pulled away, the dark promise in her eyes left no doubt that this was only the beginning.