After Breakfast Hermione would go to her study to work, she could do most of her business from home it seemed, though it did mean she had a lot of visitors. Bellatrix never got comfortable with people seeing the state she was in, so when Hermione gave her the option to sit by her desk and just wait for pets and gropes, or even to kneel between her legs and cockwarm for hours she would take it. Most days, how it always timed itself with when Hermione had two or more Alphas in the room Bellatrix didn’t know, she would need a knott. Hermione was still opposed to fucking her, but bizarrely claimed Bellatrix fucking herself was permitted. Sometimes she would make it easy on Bellatrix, sit in her chair and let her ride. Other days she was too busy, she would simply hike up her skirt and nod permission, forcing Bellatrix who always remained on all fours unless her leash pulled her otherwise, to bow down even further to thrust her hips up in the air and buck backwards to get the relief she desired. On days Hermione was cross with her when Bellatrix’s need was unbearable, she would sigh, walk the omega back to their bedroom, had her grab her dildo and carry it back to her office in her teeth, then Bellatrix was left to play with herself with that toy she hated with every fiber of her being. Bellatrix did her best to make sure Hermione wasn’t cross with her, which meant she stopped trying to talk, when in need she would rub her wet cunt against Hermione’s leg, that seemed to be the best way to get her what she wanted.