{"id":102,"date":"2011-10-04T08:50:10","date_gmt":"2011-10-03T22:50:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.avada-kedavra.net\/hermione\/charlie\/?p=102"},"modified":"2011-10-04T08:50:10","modified_gmt":"2011-10-03T22:50:10","slug":"shudder-by-florahart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.avada-kedavra.net\/hermione\/charlie\/rec\/102","title":{"rendered":"Shudder by Florahart"},"content":{"rendered":"

It wasn’t anything she’d ever thought to try until recently, but Charlie had assured her, and then demonstrated to her, that he<\/em> liked it, and there had been a rather shocking number of things he<\/em> liked that it turned out she<\/em> liked, too. For instance, it had turned out that careful fucking bent over a boulder in Romania, very slowly and in utter silence so as not to alarm the brooding and jumpy dragon thirty feet away, had been frightening–the beast snorted or jumped or puffed little flames every minute or two, and Charlie had expected his replacement any minute. She’d come so hard she’d scraped half the skin off her chin on the rock surface and not actually noticed until he’d carefully fixed the damage.<\/p>\n

And that was only one example. Since she and Charlie had started fucking, she’d surprised herself regularly with things she wanted to try. When she’d mentioned this, just last week, he’d told her she surprised him too, and he was really fucking glad about it, because he’d never found anyone who actually wanted to keep up with him before. And then he’d laughed, because even though she’d been perfectly calm the time his mother had returned home less than thirty seconds after he’d come in her mouth in the living room of the Burrow, that<\/em> made her blush, her body tingling with the praise.<\/p>\n

Now, she was tingling again, with anticipation, as she stripped off her knickers and lay back naked on the transfigured coffee table in her sitting room. The surface was at an angle, with a leveled-off area to “sit” on, and her feet came up into stirrups as Charlie moved between her knees. He fastened straps around her ankles, buckling them slowly, then ran his calloused fingers up the outsides of her calves and over her knees, smoothing his palms down her inner thighs until his thumbs met just against the little metal ball on the outside of her clitoral hood. She jumped as the other end of the tiny barbell pressed her clit directly for an instant, but this wasn’t what they were doing today, and his hands immediately changed directions, pressing her skin as they slid up over her hipbones and ribcage to her breasts. He stopped there, pressing them up toward her chin. “Still up for this?”<\/p>\n

She nodded, her body arching toward him, her nipples hardening as he squeezed.<\/p>\n

“Hands up, then.”<\/p>\n

She raised her hands overhead, holding them in place as he bent down and suckled one nipple, catching the ring there with his tongue and tugging until she whimpered, then trailed his hands the rest of the way up to catch her wrists. He buckled the straps there just as slowly, pausing to run his thumb over her other nipple and give it an equally pleasurable tug.<\/p>\n

Finally, she was tied in place firmly, her wand out of reach, quivering with anticipation and no small amount of exhilarating fear as he turned to collect his materials. The exposed ends of the long wire, he connected tightly to the rings in her nipples, tugging with each twist until she was whimpering, begging for him to touch her.<\/p>\n

But she hadn’t said anything to make him stop, hadn’t tried to reach her wand, so he shook his head and stepped back, bringing the slack middle of the wire between her legs and bending again to nibble at her inner thigh. “Charlie!”<\/p>\n

“You teased me just as much, Hermione.”<\/p>\n

“Fuck.” He was right, of course; she had; this had been frightening and fascinating, and though he’d had to instruct her in setting this up for him, she’d done her best to drive him completely crazy before she’d let him come, so it was only fair.<\/p>\n

She’d gone and got the piercings in her own body the next day, to surprise him. She gasped, remembering how much he’d enjoyed the surprise.<\/p>\n

“Still all right?” He stripped the insulation off of a bit of the wire and wrapped the bare metal around the barbell in her hood, then slid a slender rod into her cunt, and attached the leads to the lot. “And you’ll tell me, if you want to stop?”<\/p>\n

“I remember the word.”<\/p>\n

He dripped thick drops of oily lubricant on her nipples and down her slit, a sort of conduction medium and stimulant in one potion, then stepped away just long enough to tear open the front of his denims, shoving them down just enough to get out his cock. He came forward again, almost close enough to slide into her, and she could see he was hard, could see he had welling fluid gathering to drip from his slit as he started stroking himself. She watched, licking her lips, for a moment, then nodded.<\/p>\n

She was ready.<\/p>\n

Hell, she felt like she could come right now, from the idea and the smell of her own arousal and his, and she thought even if it hurt more than she expected, it was probably going to be good, too.<\/p>\n

She couldn’t see his wand hand, but any moment, he would touch the tip to the control device, would send a carefully-calibrated current along those wires, into her nipples and her clit and her cunt, a shock that would stimulate every nerve ending at once via the metals in her. She waited, breathless, feeling the slickness dripping between her legs, the heat already there without any–oh. Oh, fuck. Her back arched and her fists clenched as involuntary sounds, sounds that she could have made into words if could have been arsed to try, escaped her throat. She could hear herself, hoarse and rough, making noises that might have been a wild animal, and every nerve was hot, flaming, overwhelming, but she couldn\u2019t imagine stopping.<\/p>\n

He let up his wand and waited, long enough for her to realize, to flex her fingers and feel the way her thighs had been quivering, a sensation lost to the electrical onslaught, long enough to make sure she wanted more.<\/p>\n

She opened her eyes just as he pressed again, and this time, expecting the sensation, jumped harder, feeling everything more.<\/p>\n

With the third shock she screamed, aware she was lifting off the table, awkwardly, aware the heat in her nipples and her clit and inside her body was pulsing, higher and lower, almost moving, almost too much. “Charlie.” She gasped his name harshly, then gasped it again, biting her tongue as the spasms started. Her hips lifted and flinched, the muscles of her thighs cramping as she came endlessly, unable to think about anything else, unable to think at all.<\/p>\n

Finally, the pressure–no, it wasn’t pressure, it was icy prickling heat–eased, though even as she realized she was no longer being shocked, her nerves reported continuing sensation, thighs and arse tight, nipples burning, eyes watering.<\/p>\n

“–in you?”<\/p>\n

She barely understood Charlie was asking a question, but nodded, and a moment later he’d detached the leads and pulled free the rod, and then, with her cunt still pulsing and dripping, he shoved into her, fingers gripping her hips hard, the movement of his thrusts pulling on the hood piercing, which tugged on her nipples again.<\/p>\n

He only thrust a couple of times before he came, slumping forward, hands slapping flat to either side of her as his head hung over her breasts. Her thighs were still shaking, almost convulsing, probably cramping, though she wasn’t quite sure, and her hair was stuck to her face and her neck, strands and curls wet and dripping in her ears and onto her shoulders. She swallowed carefully, pressing her sore tongue to the roof of her mouth, and swallowed again to work moisture back into it. “Charlie?”<\/p>\n

He looked up, a drip of sweat running down his nose. “Fuck.”<\/p>\n

She took a deep breath. “Yeah.”<\/p>\n

“All right, then?”<\/p>\n

“Fuck.” She let her elbows and knees fall open wide, trying to uncurl her toes and gasping as that hurt. “Fuck, fuck, that, it was…”<\/p>\n

He grinned. “I know.”<\/p>\n

She didn’t bother answering, closing her eyes as he pulled out and started unfastening the wires and cleaning her up.<\/p>\n

By the time he carried her to bed, she was nearly asleep, but when he laid her down on the mattress, she opened her eyes. “G’nna be sore,” she said.<\/p>\n

He crawled in behind her, kissing her ear, and pulled her close against him. “Worth it?”<\/p>\n

“Mmm-hmm.”<\/p>\n

If he answered, she didn’t hear it.<\/p>\n\n\n

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