Bondage Magic
Hermione moaned in pleasure, biting down hard on the ball gag stuffed in her mouth as Ron finished buckling the last dragonskin leather strap around her left ankle, tautly spreadeagling her on their bed. It was funny, she thought, how she’d so busy helping Ron and Harry fight Voldemort–not to mention keeping them from flunking out of Hogwarts–that she never had time to think about pleasure, much less sex. Now that Voldemort was dead and she and Ron were married, they’d discovered they liked nothing better than a good old-fashioned fuck. ...