A/N: After this update, the new chapters will be taking a much longer time to be posted. I am participating in an online Time-travel novel-writing event from November 1st, 2019 up to May 1st, 2020. So, please be patient with me.

Since people who read this likes smut, then I suggest you read my Halloween Oneshot, The Hottest Jack-o-Lantern. This one-shot won the Best Smut Category for Harmony & Co's Halloween Writing Challenge. It's also a runner-up for Comedy Genius.

I hope you like this new chapter.

I am looking forward to your feedback.

EXERTING CONTROL

By: tweety-src-clt9

Chapter Two

When Hermione's small hand hesitantly wrapped around his long thick cock, he groaned. Her innocent and tentative touch is a million times better than his hand. Something about her uncertainty makes it so much hotter than the carefully practiced and choreographed touch of the prostitutes he hires to please him for just one night. His eyes closed as he savored the feel of her touch.

Hermione had always been the fantasy girl of all his erotic dreams. Back during their Hogwarts years, he used to be confused about why it was always Hermione, the one person he respects the most, who stars in all his naughty imaginings. He thought it was just a normal hormonal bloke thing, but when he could never bring himself to orgasm without including her in his fantasies, he knew that there was something seriously wrong with his feelings for his female best friend.

After he watched her fall at the Department of Mysteries, he finally understood. He was in love with her. Maybe he had always been. Hence, the explanation as to why he could never orgasm without thinking of her in some way. If he envisions another woman while masturbating even then, he could never reach his peak if Hermione is not involved in the fantasy. So, sometimes he thinks about Hermione fucking another woman. Or a threesome. Anything, just as long as she was there, he'd bloody come all over the place. If not, then he would not explode in orgasmic tremors.

And now, during the annual commemoration of the night his parents died, along with all the unlucky events that occurred every Halloween through the years of his life, Hermione Granger, the woman he loved to the point of obsession, is finally turning all his deepest erotic fantasies into reality.

Hermione's chocolate brown orbs were staring intently into his own as she tentatively licks the head of his cock.

"Fuck!" He groaned in pleasure.

"I'm so sorry!" Her voice was panicky as she immediately let go of his engorged member.

He smirked at the sheer innocence of his Hermione. While he feels the burgeoning desire to have her submit to his control and to sexually dominate her, his sincere feelings of love make it hard for him to just treat her like some sort of property. Hermione is not like the prostitutes he hires. They were just poor imitations of the woman he loves. He fucks them out of frustration, heartbreak, and pain. But Hermione, his Hermione, the woman now kneeling in front of him whose beautiful brown eyes are blazing in a mixture of arousal, confusion, and fear, is different. One, it's very obvious that she is a virgin. Two, she doesn't understand the relationship dynamics he's deluded himself into wanting. Lastly, she needs to be certain that she wants this. He could not take it if she were only there by his side out of pity.

"Stand, Hermione." His voice was deep and commanding. He noticed a slight tremble in her body as she obeyed him.

"Sit on the bed." Without breaking eye contact, she walked backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed. After that, she lowered her bum on the mattress. She was sitting attentively just like she usually does during their classes at Hogwarts. Her eyes focused on him. She looks so innocent, just like the Hermione who sits beside him during classes. The only difference now is the fact that she was dressed in nothing but the sexiest piece of sheer lace lingerie and some dainty lace knickers he had ever seen.

"Lie down. Spread your legs wide open for me." Despite her intake of deep calming breaths, she still obeyed his command.

His cock twitched at the sight she presented before him. Her long-tanned legs spread apart. The fuck me heels she wore digging on the black silk covers. Her soaking cunt teasingly peeking from her lace thong. He pumped his cock three times just to slightly relieve himself from some of the tension.

His blazing emerald green eyes never ceased staring at the sexy sight Hermione was presenting to him as he slowly climbed on top of the bed. He heard her gasp when the bed dipped from his weight.

She lifted her head from the mattress when he roughly rubbed his cock against her thong-clad slit. She made a whimpering sound that made him want to pull her knickers aside just so he could bury himself deep inside of her.

"Do you know how sexy you are, Hermione? Do you know what you do to me? Do you know how much I want you? Do you know how long I have ached for you?" He was rubbing his cock up and down her slit. His thumb teasing her clit. He had a smug look on his face as he felt his cock getting drenched from the juices leaking from her knickers.

"Harry… you don't… like me…like that." Her voice breathless since he was rubbing his cock harder against her.

When he heard that statement, he got angry. How could she still not believe that I am fucking crazy about her?

He growled in frustration as he hovered on top of her. She had a startled look on her face but she still met his intense gaze. The way she bravely returns his heated stare is such a huge turn on.

"Do you feel this, Hermione?" He lightly inserted the head of his cock inside her slit. The lace grazing on his sensitive head making him leak with precum. He was lightly teasing her with experimental rubs. He's never done this before since he usually just drives deep in one swift thrust. He does not make love. He only fucks. Sex is just a means for him to release some of the tension and pent up energy in his body.

"Um…kinda hard not to… since, er…it's pressing against me," she said with a blush.

"Right…so how could you say that I don't like you like that?" He retorted.

"Well, I'm not your type…I'm not – "

He gripped the edges of her lingerie with both hands before he ripped them apart. His teeth devouring her perfect pink nipples while his right hand squeezed her other breast.

"Stop selling yourself short… or I'm gonna fuck you right here, right now!" He growled against her chest.

"Why are you virgin?" He looked up from her chest to stare into her gorgeous brown eyes.

"I – I don't know," she muttered.

"Why?" He demanded.

"I want my first time to be special," she tried to avoid his eyes when she admitted her reason but he cupped her chin so she couldn't look away.

"They why do all this?"

"I'll do whatever it takes to help you, Harry. You are never alone. I am here for you," he could hear the sincerity in her voice.

"You are willing to submit yourself to me? I assume from the way you are dressed, you somehow prepared to offer yourself." His fingers gliding up and down her nipples and areolas.

"I read about sex therapy as a cure for depression and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, so I – "

"So, you decided to try it on me?" He interrupted. She gave a hesitant nod.

"Do you know what a sexual dominant or a sexual submissive is then, my sweet?" This time, he pinched her hardened nipples.

"There was a brief description of them in one of the psychology books I have read. There was also something about masochism and sadism." She tried her best to focus on the conversation despite the slight tremor all over her body due to his teasing. His cock is still grinding up and down her slit while his fingers randomly play with her breasts.

"Good… Well, my sweet, you should know that I am some sort of sadist… I hurt prostitutes who have your hair or eye color because you broke my heart – "

"But Harry I – "

"You are different, my sweet. I want to be your dominant. I will own you. I will control you. Your pleasure is mine and mine alone. As my submissive, I will be yours always," he continued. His finger tracing the contour of her jaw.

"Will you hurt me? Just like your prostitutes?"

"I'll help you explore your sexual limitations. I'll help you find what pleases you and what pleases me," he explained.

"Alright. We'll talk about this some more soon." She said with a nod.

"Good. Now show me how you touch yourself!" He smirked at the adorably flustered look on her face. He pulled on her right hand so she could sit on the bed. He moved around so his back is leaning on the headboard. He suddenly pulled her against his chest. His erection pressing against her spine. He used his hands to spread her legs wide apart which she immediately relented. After that, he flicked his wrist to summon his wand from its holster before he conjured a large mirror in front of the bed.

"Show me how you want to be touched. Fuck yourself for me!" He whispered to her ear while biting on her earlobe. His hands moving from her waist to cup both of her breasts. His eyes met Hermione's in the mirror.

Her face was flushed. She was breathing hard. She slowly raised a hand that's resting on the mattress and started to caress the skin on her abdomen. His eyes followed every movement of her fingers. Finally, she reached the apex of her thighs. Hermione started to slowly rub on her clit as their eyes remain to be connected via the mirror.

"Yes! That's it! Touch yourself for me. Let me watch you pleasure yourself," he demanded in a breathy voice.

"I – this is so embarrassing," she muttered.

"You don't have anything to hide from me, my sweet. Your body is so beautiful… But alright, I understand your apprehensions… So…remove your knickers and I'll take over… I'll show you what I want you to do every time I summon you in this room," he bent his head so he could lightly lick her collarbone.

With shaking hands, she lowered her knickers down. When it was completely off her body, Harry wandlessly summoned them before taking a deep sniff. Her lingering scent on the lace is driving him wild with lust.

He adjusted his position from behind her so that he could stroke his cock while finger fucking her in front of the mirror. Satisfied with their position, he ordered, "Show me that delicious cunt that's all for me." Despite the deep flushing of her cheeks that extended much lower down her body, she bent her knees and parted her legs widely just for him.

"I want you to be in this position every time I summon you here in this room… You will eagerly wait for me while touching yourself… I want my pussy all wet and ready for my hard cock to pound inside of you…" He huskily whispered his plans for their playtimes as their eyes are locked on each other. He was frantically rubbing on her slit while she was biting her bottom lip. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes are shining with arousal.

When he inserted a finger inside of her while his thumb continues to rub on her clit, she moaned.

"Scream for me, my sweet!"

"Harry!"

"Fuck! Your greedy virgin cunt is sucking my finger within you, so deeply… I can't wait to bury my seed inside of you…Ron and Viktor are idiots to have allowed you to go unscathed… Can you feel how hard my cock is for you, my sweet?" She was now sweaty and panting heavily against him. His finger is coated by the honey leaking from her cunt.

As he felt her release drawing near, he roughly pulled his finger out.

Her eyes widened with frustration and he smirked. He groaned at the sight of his finger drenched with her juices.

"Taste. Open your mouth," he lifted his finger towards her mouth. When she parted her lips, he inserted it inside. Her tongue licking every inch of his finger.

"This taste is mine. You make them for our pleasure. You want more?" She nodded frantically, his finger still inside her mouth.

"I'll teach you how to fuck yourself with your fingers better. It pleases me to see you playing with yourself. After that, you will have to learn how to suck my cock. My body is yours, just like yours is mine and mine alone." His finger made a popping sound when he pulled it out of her mouth. Once again, he rubbed her clit and inserted the finger she licked. After that, it was his turn to taste her. As he savored all her juices, he growled.

"Lie on the bed! I need to fuck you with my mouth… And then, I'll claim you as my own once and for all… No other man or woman will ever get to see you like this… You are mine, Hermione Granger! Mine!"

She was still a little dazed from the sensation of his fingers on her cunt and he got impatient. He pushed her on the mattress before he shifted his body to bring his face closer to her leaking cunt. After finding an angle where his mouth could easily worship her slit, he immediately got to work.

His tongue flicked on her clit up and down while he inserted a finger inside of her. When her inner walls clenched tightly on his finger, he roughly pulled it out of her body so he could replace it with his tongue.

He smirked against her pussy when she bucked her hips against his face. One of her hands gripped his hair to keep him in place. He's never eaten pussy before. All the prostitutes he fucked were paid to just please him so he doesn't consider their pleasure. But with Hermione, Merlin! He was addicted to her taste. It was the most intoxicating scent and flavor he had ever encountered.

"Harry!" She screamed his name as her body trembled from the intensity of her orgasm. The look of pleasure on Hermione's face is just too much. He needs to be inside her now!

He licked all of her juices clean before hoisting himself up. His cock hardened even more at the sight of Hermione's post-orgasmic glow. Her eyes were closed and her hair is spread wildly on the pillow. Her skin was flushed and sweaty. She looks so damn beautiful! And finally, he will be claiming her as his own tonight.

He positioned himself on top of her as he leaned in to seal her lips in a scorching kiss. His tongue hot and insistent which she earnestly returned. It is so sexy the way her taste lingers on his tongue while their lips are locked against each other.

"I want you now, Hermione." He panted after their lips parted.

"I know I agreed to be yours and to indulge your desires…but will you please be gentle, even just for tonight?" Her big brown eyes searching his own for some semblance of understanding. That look of innocence and pleading is his undoing.

"Just relax, Hermione. Let me pleasure you… Don't you trust me?" He gently lifted a hand to push some stray strands of her hair away from her face. His thumb caressing her thoroughly kissed lips.

"You know I do," she whispered.

With a firm grip on his cock, he positioned himself gently inside her slit. He slowly eased his way in. He gritted his teeth to stop himself from roughly pounding inside of her. As his cock reached her barrier, he looked at her intently. He wants to see the look in her eyes as he marks his claim on her body.

"Look at me as I make you mine!" With one deep thrust, he pushed inside of her.

"Harry," her voice a barely audible whimper. There were tears in her eyes. His cock is stretching her in ways that she's never experienced before. She was so fucking tight that he had to think of disgusting things just to stop himself from reaching his peak right then and there.

"You… fuck! You feel so good! So tight!" He hissed in a mixture of pleasure, anguish, and frustration. While he wanted to pump harder in and out of her with a feral abandon, he must keep his promise to be gentle. This will be the first time that he will be making love to a woman. Harry Potter does not do gentle and sweet lovemaking. He fucks. But this is his Hermione. His Hermione who trusted him to be her first. So, he must respect her wishes. After tonight, when they discuss her soft and hard limits, he gets to enjoy his Hermione's body in all the kinky ways he so fantasized about.

"You can move now, Harry," she said after she slowly adjusted to accommodating his cock inside of her. He could feel her inner walls starting to relax around him.

He raised her legs to wrap around his shoulders as he thrust in and out of her. Their fingers intertwined with each other as his hips bucked with his every movement. Their lips would meet in slow sensual kisses.

As Hermione screamed his name when she orgasmed, he realized that plain old making love is not so bad if done with the right person. After she reached her peak that resulted in the sexiest moans he had ever heard, he emptied himself inside of her.

He was panting hard and he was drenched in sweat. Their eyes met as they slowly returned to the real world after reaching an entirely new realm of utter sexual nirvana. He could see Hermione's chest rapidly rising and falling with every breath she makes.

"I love you… that it feels like…an obsession," he confessed. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Don't speak… We'll talk…tomorrow." He added.

Tonight is not the right time to talk about his feelings and her hard limits. This Halloween night, he was just Harry Potter. He was an ordinary teenage bloke who finally had sex with the object of his deepest desires, the woman he is madly in love with. Tonight, he is just one lucky bastard to have Hermione Granger in his bed. He was not her dominant, and she is not his submissive yet. So, he should just be contented and learn to enjoy this form of gentle fucking for now.

Tomorrow, they will talk things through. They will make things official. She will be his submissive. He will be her dominant. They will discuss floggers, clamps, plugs, bondage, fetishes, and other things she would like to explore as his submissive.

Meanwhile, for his part, he would compromise and listen to her whims that are most likely anchored on him getting some sort of mental treatment. He had a feeling that Hermione is only here with him since she is once again willing to do whatever it takes for her to be able to help him. He will take whatever chance he has with her. While she is helping him rebuild the disorientated and haunted memories in his mind, he will do whatever it takes so that she will finally fall in love with him. That way, he gets to keep her by his side forever and for always.

He will damn make sure that Hermione Granger will be his until he draws his last breath. Fuck Ronald Weasley, Viktor Krum and any other bloke who wants his Hermione. She is his and his alone! She had always been his and he will damn make sure that she will never leave him again.

As he slowly pulled out of Hermione's body, he thought that making love is not that bad. There is an emotional connection to it that makes it so alluring. Or maybe it's just Hermione's effect on him. She had always made him feel so many things at the same time.

Maybe one day, Hermione could heal all his pains away. Maybe he would start feeling wonderful things like hope, peace, and joy once again. Because just her mere presence, the feel of his body pressed against her sweaty skin, makes him feel so light.

"I don't know about you, but I am still up for more rounds," he smirked as he rested his chin between the valley of her breast.

"While I understand your predicament, the pain in between my legs is no joke," she snorted.

He flicked his wrist to summon his wand before he cast numbing and healing charms on her cunt. She was shocked when the pain slowly subsided.

"How did you know about those – "

"I sometimes hurt myself out of frustration," he shrugged.

"Harry – "

"Now since I am your dom, I should always ensure you are well cared for, don't you think?" He raised an eyebrow and gave her a challenging look.

"Okay…so?"

"On your knees! I want to fuck you from behind as you watch me taking you roughly in front of the mirror," he ordered. His right hand flicked a nipple while his left hand pinched her clit.

As Hermione slowly moved on the bed to position herself in all-fours, he smirked. I can't wait to tie you up on this bed as I fuck you with your eyes blindfolded, my sweet innocent Hermione… I will teach you all the secret pleasures of fucking… Your pleasure will be mine… And I will make sure your heart will also belong to me… You will bear my name in the tattoos I will be placing all over your gorgeous skin… That way, everyone shall know that you only belong to me…