Day 4: Blindfold/Sensory Deprivation/Nipple Clamp/Safeword Use (nonverbal)

Day 4: Blindfold/Sensory Deprivation/Nipple Clamp/Safeword Use (nonverbal)

Hermione sat in the middle of Bellatrix's private chambers, the heavy atmosphere of the room weighing down on her as her fingers twitched nervously in her lap. She had agreed to this, had even craved it in some dark, hidden part of herself, but now, as she sat there waiting, her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

Bellatrix circled her like a predator, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes gleaming with hunger. The firelight from the hearth cast flickering shadows across her sharp features, highlighting the cruel curve of her lips as she stopped in front of Hermione, her gaze locking onto her.

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

Hermione swallowed hard, her body already reacting to the dark promise in Bellatrix's tone. There was something intoxicating about this—being vulnerable, being at Bellatrix's mercy. She had always been the brave one, the fighter, but in these moments, she found a strange sense of peace in giving up control.

"I do," Hermione whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I trust you."

Bellatrix's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Good girl."

Without another word, Bellatrix reached into the pocket of her robes and pulled out a length of soft, black silk. The blindfold. She dangled it in front of Hermione's eyes, watching the way Hermione's breath hitched at the sight of it.

"You won't see anything tonight," Bellatrix murmured, her voice filled with dark satisfaction. "You'll feel, but you won't know where or when the pleasure—or the pain—will come."

Hermione bit her lip, her heart racing as Bellatrix stepped closer, wrapping the silk around her head and securing it tightly. The world went dark, the soft material blocking out all light, leaving Hermione in complete blindness. Her other senses immediately heightened, her breath quickening as her body tensed in anticipation.

Bellatrix's fingers brushed against Hermione's cheek, her touch gentle, but there was a dark promise in that simple contact. "You're mine tonight," Bellatrix whispered, her breath warm against Hermione's ear. "And I'm going to take my time with you."

Hermione shivered, her hands clenching in her lap as she waited, her entire body on edge. She couldn't see Bellatrix now, but she could feel the weight of her presence, could sense her moving around her, circling like a lioness ready to pounce.

"Hands behind the chair," Bellatrix commanded softly, her tone firm but filled with authority.

Hermione obeyed without hesitation, moving her hands to rest behind the back of the chair. The sharp click of handcuffs filled the air a moment later, and Hermione felt the cool metal wrap around her wrists, locking her in place. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with the thrill of being so vulnerable, so completely at Bellatrix's mercy.

"Do you remember what I said earlier?" Bellatrix's voice was a low purr as she crouched in front of Hermione, her hands resting on Hermione's knees. "If you want me to stop, tap your fingers twice against the chair. You won't be able to speak soon."

Hermione nodded, her throat tight with anticipation. She trusted Bellatrix, trusted her enough to give her everything tonight.

Bellatrix stood, her hands trailing over Hermione's thighs as she moved behind her, her movements slow and deliberate. Hermione could hear her rummaging through a drawer, but without her sight, she had no idea what Bellatrix was doing—only that the anticipation was building with every passing second.

And then she felt it.

Bellatrix's fingers, cool and precise, brushing over her nipples, teasing them to hardness with slow, deliberate strokes. Hermione gasped softly, her back arching as her body reacted to the touch, the sensitivity of her breasts heightened by the darkness.

"You're so responsive," Bellatrix murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "So eager to please me."

Hermione bit her lip, her breath quickening as Bellatrix's fingers continued their slow, torturous teasing. And then she heard it—a soft metallic sound, followed by the sudden, sharp pinch of metal on her nipples.

Hermione cried out, her body jerking in response to the sudden pain, her breath catching in her throat. The nipple clamps bit into her tender flesh, the pain sharp and immediate, but underneath it was a strange, pulsing pleasure that made her thighs clench together.

Bellatrix chuckled softly, clearly pleased with Hermione's reaction. "Such a good little pet," she purred, her fingers grazing the chains that connected the clamps, tugging them lightly just to watch Hermione squirm.

The sharp sting of the clamps was constant, the pressure sending waves of sensation through Hermione's body, each one more intense than the last. She whimpered softly, her body trembling as Bellatrix continued to toy with her, tugging the clamps gently, each movement sending a new surge of pleasure-pain through her chest.

"Do you like that?" Bellatrix asked, her voice dark and seductive as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Hermione's ear. "Do you like the way it hurts?"

Hermione's breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. She couldn't see, couldn't escape the sensation, and yet her body craved more. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I like it."

Bellatrix's smile widened, her lips pressing against Hermione's neck in a soft, teasing kiss. "I know you do."

With that, Bellatrix moved behind Hermione again, and Hermione felt her presence shift as the weight of Bellatrix's body pressed against her from behind. Bellatrix's hands moved down Hermione's sides, her touch firm and possessive as she explored every inch of Hermione's trembling form.

Hermione moaned softly, her body arching into Bellatrix's touch, desperate for more. The sharp sting of the nipple clamps mixed with the soft, teasing touches of Bellatrix's fingers, creating a heady cocktail of sensation that left Hermione breathless.

And then, without warning, Bellatrix pulled away, leaving Hermione trembling in the darkness, her body aching for more.

There was a long pause, and for a moment, Hermione thought Bellatrix had left her there, abandoned in the void. But then she felt something new—cool, firm leather brushing against her lips.

The gag.

Bellatrix pressed it lightly against Hermione's mouth, her fingers trailing over her lips as she whispered, "Open."

Hermione obeyed, parting her lips to allow Bellatrix to slip the gag inside. The leather filled her mouth, pressing against her tongue, silencing her completely. She could feel the straps being fastened behind her head, securing the gag in place, and when Bellatrix stepped back, the weight of it was a constant reminder of her submission.

"Now you can't speak," Bellatrix whispered, her voice filled with dark satisfaction. "You can't tell me to stop, and you can't beg me for more."

Hermione whimpered softly, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal. The combination of the blindfold, the nipple clamps, and the gag was overwhelming, stripping her of her senses, leaving her entirely at Bellatrix's mercy.

And then Bellatrix's lips were on her.

Soft, warm, and relentless, Bellatrix's mouth moved down Hermione's neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses across her collarbone and down to her breasts. The heat of her breath contrasted with the cool sting of the nipple clamps, each kiss sending shivers of sensation through Hermione's body.

Bellatrix's mouth hovered over Hermione's nipples, her breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh before she finally leaned in, taking the chain of the clamps between her teeth and tugging it gently. The sensation was immediate and intense, the sharp sting of the clamps sending another wave of pleasure-pain through Hermione, her body jerking in response.

Bellatrix chuckled softly, her lips brushing against Hermione's breast as she whispered, "You're shaking, love."

Hermione was trembling, her body taut with need and anticipation, her breath coming in shallow gasps around the gag in her mouth. She could feel Bellatrix's breath against her skin, warm and teasing, but it was the bite of the nipple clamps and the way Bellatrix's lips ghosted over her breasts that made her entire body thrum with tension.

"You've always been so sensitive," Bellatrix purred, her fingers trailing over Hermione's thighs, barely touching her but enough to make her body shiver in response. "It makes breaking you down all the more satisfying."

Hermione's heart raced, her thighs instinctively pressing together, desperate for contact, for the release that Bellatrix was deliberately withholding. She couldn't speak, couldn't plead for more, but her body betrayed her—the way her hips arched, the soft, muffled whimpers around the gag, everything about her was begging for more.

Bellatrix seemed to sense it, the way Hermione's body responded to every teasing touch, to every slow, deliberate kiss. With a low growl of satisfaction, Bellatrix straightened, moving around Hermione to retrieve something from the side of the room. The sound of something heavy and familiar being lifted filled the air, and even without her sight, Hermione knew what was coming.

The dildo.

Bellatrix always used it on nights like these—nights when she was in the mood to take Hermione apart, bit by bit, with nothing but raw intensity and dominance. It was thick, larger than what Hermione could comfortably handle, but that was exactly why Bellatrix chose it. She knew how to push Hermione's limits, how to toe the line between pleasure and pain until Hermione couldn't tell the difference.

"You're going to take me tonight, Hermione," Bellatrix whispered, her voice rough with hunger. "Every inch of me, until you're nothing but a quivering mess beneath me."

Hermione's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she heard the soft rustle of Bellatrix adjusting the harness around her hips. The air between them was thick with tension, the weight of Bellatrix's presence looming over her, even in the darkness. Hermione's body was already aching, her thighs slick with arousal, her nipples throbbing from the bite of the clamps.

And then Bellatrix was on her.

Without warning, Bellatrix grabbed Hermione's hips, pulling her forward slightly, spreading her legs wide. Hermione gasped behind the gag, her body arching off the chair as the cool air of the room brushed against her heated skin. She could feel Bellatrix's body between her legs, the heat radiating off of her, and then the blunt tip of the dildo pressed against her slick entrance.

"Take a deep breath," Bellatrix growled softly, her fingers digging into Hermione's hips as she pressed forward, the dildo stretching her in one smooth, relentless motion.

Hermione's entire body jerked, her back arching as Bellatrix filled her completely, the thick length of the dildo pushing her to her limit. The stretch was intense, the feeling of being so completely full almost overwhelming, but underneath the burn was the dark, pulsing pleasure that had been building since the moment Bellatrix had tied her down.

Bellatrix didn't give her time to adjust. Her hips snapped forward, thrusting hard and deep, driving the dildo inside Hermione with a ferocity that left her gasping. The slick, wet sounds of their joining filled the room, punctuated by Hermione's muffled cries as her body was rocked by each hard thrust.

"Fuck, Hermione," Bellatrix growled, her voice low and thick with lust. "You take me so well."

Hermione whimpered behind the gag, her body trembling as Bellatrix fucked her harder, her hips moving in a relentless rhythm. Every thrust sent shockwaves of sensation through Hermione's body, her thighs shaking, her toes curling as the pleasure built higher and higher. She was already so close, her body teetering on the edge of release, but Bellatrix wasn't done with her.

Bellatrix's hands moved to the chains connecting the nipple clamps, tugging them sharply as she thrust deeper, the combination of pain and pleasure sending Hermione spiraling. Her nipples burned with the intensity of the clamps, the sharp sting only heightening the sensation of Bellatrix driving into her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"You're going to come for me," Bellatrix hissed, her teeth grazing Hermione's ear as she tugged on the clamps again, harder this time. "And then I'm going to make you come again. And again."

Hermione's body tensed, her muscles clenching around the thick length inside her as the pleasure built to a breaking point. The rough thrusts, the bite of the nipple clamps, the feel of Bellatrix's hands on her—it was too much, and before Hermione could stop herself, her orgasm slammed into her.

She cried out, her voice muffled by the gag, her body trembling violently as her climax ripped through her. Her thighs shook, her back arching off the chair as the waves of pleasure consumed her, but Bellatrix didn't stop. She kept thrusting, her hips moving faster, harder, her hands never leaving the chains of the clamps as she tugged again, sending another jolt of pain through Hermione's body.

"That's it," Bellatrix growled, her voice thick with satisfaction. "One isn't enough, Hermione. You're going to give me more."

Hermione's body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Bellatrix pushed her into overstimulation. The pleasure was overwhelming, her nerves raw and sensitive, but Bellatrix kept going, her thrusts unrelenting, her hands still toying with the clamps, pushing Hermione further and further.

The second orgasm hit before Hermione could process it. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching around the dildo as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, more intense than the first. She moaned behind the gag, her body trembling violently as she came again, her mind spinning, unable to keep up with the sensations that were ripping through her.

But Bellatrix still wasn't done.

"More," Bellatrix demanded, her voice rough and commanding. "I want to see you fall apart for me."

Hermione's body was on fire, her senses overwhelmed, every touch sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her. The overstimulation was too much—her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her muscles weak, her body slick with sweat as Bellatrix drove her toward another orgasm. Her vision swam behind the blindfold, her limbs limp as her mind struggled to keep up with the relentless pleasure.

Bellatrix tugged on the clamps again, her thrusts deep and hard, and Hermione's body gave in once more. Her third orgasm ripped through her like a storm, her muscles spasming, her chest heaving as tears streamed down her cheeks from the intensity of it all. She was trembling, her body wracked with the relentless pleasure that Bellatrix forced upon her, every nerve alight with overstimulation.

But Bellatrix wasn't done.

"Look at you," Bellatrix growled, her voice darker now, rougher, as her hips snapped forward again, driving the dildo deeper into Hermione's aching core. "Falling apart beneath me, coming over and over like the good little slut you are."

Hermione whimpered behind the gag, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body shook uncontrollably. She could feel the clamps biting into her nipples, the sharp sting mixing with the overwhelming pleasure that pulsed through her with every thrust. Bellatrix was relentless, her hands tightening around the chains of the clamps as she tugged them again, harder this time, sending another jolt of pain through Hermione's chest.

"You're mine," Bellatrix hissed, her voice filled with possessive hunger as she pounded into Hermione with ruthless precision. "Do you understand, Hermione? You belong to me. Your body, your pleasure—it's all mine."

Hermione could barely think, her mind foggy with the intensity of it all, but her body responded to Bellatrix's words, her hips bucking instinctively, desperate for more despite the overstimulation. Her skin was slick with sweat, her muscles trembling as Bellatrix's relentless pace drove her closer to the edge again.

Bellatrix's hands moved to Hermione's waist, her grip bruising as she pulled Hermione's body against her with each thrust, her cock driving deeper, harder. Hermione's body tensed, her muscles clenching around the thick length inside her as the pressure built higher and higher, the pain from the clamps only heightening the pleasure that surged through her.

"One more," Bellatrix growled, her voice rough and commanding. "You're going to give me one more."

Hermione's body quaked beneath Bellatrix, her breath coming in shallow, broken gasps as her muscles trembled with the need for release. She was already so close, her body teetering on the edge, but the overstimulation was almost too much. Her thighs shook, her nipples burning from the bite of the clamps, but Bellatrix's voice, her touch, kept pushing her closer and closer.

And then Bellatrix tugged on the clamps one last time, hard enough to send a sharp jolt of pain through Hermione's chest, and with a final, deep thrust, Hermione's body gave in.

Her fourth orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, her muscles convulsing violently as pleasure and pain collided in a blinding rush. She cried out, her voice muffled by the gag, her body trembling uncontrollably as the orgasm tore through her, her back arching off the chair as her thighs shook with the intensity of it all.

But even as Hermione's body was rocked by the aftershocks of her orgasm, Bellatrix didn't stop.

Her thrusts grew rougher, more primal, her hands gripping Hermione's hips tightly as she drove the dildo deeper into her oversensitive core. Hermione's mind was spinning, her body trembling violently, but the overstimulation was too much. Her muscles were weak, her skin raw, and tears streamed down her cheeks as the overwhelming sensation of pleasure turned into something darker, something more painful.

"You can take it," Bellatrix growled, her voice dark and commanding as her hips slammed against Hermione's. "I know you can. You're mine, Hermione."

Hermione's breath came in shallow, broken gasps as her body was pushed past its limits, her muscles trembling violently as Bellatrix's relentless thrusts sent her spiraling toward yet another orgasm. The pain from the clamps, the roughness of Bellatrix's touch—it was all too much, her body overstimulated, her mind unable to keep up.

Her fifth orgasm hit like a shockwave, her body convulsing as the pleasure tore through her once more. But this time, there was no relief, no release. It was too much. Her muscles ached, her thighs shook uncontrollably, and her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps as she cried out behind the gag, her tears spilling freely down her cheeks.

She couldn't take anymore.

With trembling fingers, Hermione tapped twice against the chair, her body limp and shaking, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The overstimulation had left her completely spent, her mind and body overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure that Bellatrix had forced upon her.

But the moment Bellatrix felt the tap, she stilled.

Instantly, the dark hunger that had driven Bellatrix's movements vanished, replaced by concern. Her hands moved to Hermione's sides, her grip gentle now as she quickly pulled out, leaving the dildo behind. "Hermione," Bellatrix whispered, her voice hoarse but filled with worry. "Oh gods—Hermione."

She removed the nipple clamps first, her fingers trembling slightly as she unclipped them from Hermione's sensitive nipples, careful not to hurt her any further. Hermione whimpered softly as the clamps were removed, the pain fading quickly, though the sensitivity remained. Bellatrix then reached behind Hermione's head, quickly undoing the gag and pulling it free from her mouth.

Hermione gasped as the gag came out, her chest heaving as she gulped in air, her body trembling from the intensity of it all. Her limbs were limp, her skin slick with sweat, but the moment Bellatrix's hands touched her, the soft, careful way she cradled her, Hermione began to relax.

"I'm so sorry," Bellatrix whispered, her voice thick with guilt as she gently untied Hermione's wrists from the handcuffs, rubbing the sore spots on her wrists. "I didn't realize… I was too lost in it."

Hermione blinked through the haze, her vision still blurry from the overstimulation, but as Bellatrix's arms wrapped around her, holding her close, she felt a sense of safety wash over her. Bellatrix had stopped the moment she needed her to, and now she was being held in those strong arms that always made her feel safe, no matter how intense things had gotten.

"It's okay," Hermione whispered, her voice soft but filled with reassurance. "I'm okay. You stopped when I needed you to."

Bellatrix pulled Hermione into her lap, her grip protective as she rocked them gently, her lips brushing against Hermione's temple. "I'm so sorry, love," Bellatrix whispered again, her breath warm against Hermione's skin. "I pushed too hard."

Hermione leaned into Bellatrix's touch, her body still trembling but comforted by the gentle way Bellatrix held her. The fierceness from earlier had vanished completely, replaced by a softness, a tenderness that only Hermione ever saw.

"You took care of me," Hermione whispered, her head resting against Bellatrix's chest. "You always do."

Bellatrix's arms tightened around her, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath as she kissed the top of Hermione's head. "I will always take care of you," Bellatrix murmured, her voice filled with conviction. "Always."

And as Hermione lay there, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her release, she knew that no matter how dark things had gotten, Bellatrix would always be there to hold her afterward. The intensity of their scenes, the way Bellatrix pushed her to her limits, was always tempered by the love and care that followed.

Bellatrix kissed her forehead, her fingers brushing gently through Hermione's hair as she whispered, "I've got you, love. You're safe now."

And Hermione believed her. No matter how dark Bellatrix took things, she knew she could always pull her out of it. She was always safe with the mad witch.