"When I’ve decided your backside has had enough," he murmured, tapping a finger lightly against the wet ball of her gag, "I’m going to change this to an open ring and I’m going to fuck your throat. You will not have any control in the matter. I expect you will gag and choke, and you will continue to drool, and yet I will use your mouth and throat to pleasure myself until I ejaculate. You will swallow as much as you can and then I am going to leave you here while I cook and enjoy my breakfast. When I feel like it, perhaps this morning, perhaps later in the day, I will return, and I will remove the plug in your arse and bugger you until completion." Hermione whined at this, her hips shifting in arousal and discomfort. "I will then replace the plug, sealing my seed inside of your abused arsehole and again, I will leave you here for as long as I want. Perhaps I will read or brew or go for a walk. Every time you fall asleep, you will be shocked awake but, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, you don’t have the capacity to relieve the arousal you will feel. You will only find release from my hand or cock." She groaned, panting as his words washed over her. 