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Hermione knew he wanted her. It was clear from the heat in his gaze when he noticed how short her skirts were — she’d been transfiguring them shorter. It was obvious in the tone of his voice every time he spoke to her. He didn’t do anything though. She knew why, and intellectually at least she understood it was wrong; she was seventeen and his student and he was thirty five and her professor. Yet still, she couldn’t stop fixating on him.
Professor Potter had started as the new seventh year defence against the dark arts professor at the beginning of the year — he was taking a year off from his auror duties, and as one of the most powerful and competent wizards in Britain was more than qualified — and had immediately become a fixation for many students. He was tall and handsome with a sharp jawline dusted with dark stubble, and it was obvious even fully dressed he was well built with the line of his lean muscles visible when he moved. He had a generous bulge that never failed to draw her eye, and a tight ass that she admired every time he turned to the front of the class. His deep voice had a commanding tone that got her wet every time he spoke to her. He had an air of competence and dominance about him that made her want to kneel at his feet.
She was hardly the only girl to notice him but she was certain she was the only one he’d noticed in return. That’s why she had started raising her hems, tightening her blouses, and wearing light makeup to enhance her beauty. She wanted him too much to care that it was wrong.
She tried to blow off steam by dating a Slytherin in her year — Draco Malfoy. He was hot and objectively great in bed, but he wasn’t Potter. As much as she had fun with him, every time she came she thought of her professor and wondered how much better he would be. It wasn’t a serious relationship — at least not for her. Finally, she’d decided to try to get a rise out of him. That’s what had led to last week, when she’d convinced Draco to help her break into Potter’s office and have sex on his desk — perfectly timed for his return. He’d opened the door quietly enough that Draco hadn’t noticed and he hadn’t said a thing. He’d stood there watching them with intense, heated eyes. Draco had her on the edge of the desk facing the door but him facing away. She’d looked right in the Professor’s eyes as she came around Draco’s cock, and had seen the large bulge in his trousers. Then he’d simply left, without alerting Draco to his presence at all. Hermione had been wet the whole week since, thinking about it constantly. The look on his face, the size of that bulge.
Professor Potter resolutely refused to acknowledge her the whole next lesson and her heart sank until, finally, at the end he addressed her. “Miss Granger, stay behind. We have something to discuss”.
Her classmates filed out leaving Hermione alone with him.
“Sir I-”.
“Don’t speak and follow me” He told her curtly. There was that command in his tone and Hermione’s mouth snapped closed.
She meekly followed him to his office and she looked at the desk Draco had fucked her on the other day. Professor Potter closed the door and she gulped when he warded it against entry and sound leaving. He walked to the desk and pulled out the large brown leather armchair behind it, angling it sideways and sat down. She took in the wide spread of his long, lean thighs leading up to that large bulge, the breadth of his chest as he stretched his arms out and the arrogant tilt of his chin.
“Take your clothes off”. He ordered in a hard tone.
“Sir I-”.
“That wasn’t a question girl. You want this, fine. You’ve pushed me enough. Take off your fucking clothes or I’ll disappear them”.
A frisson of fear worked through her but she was soaking through her panties at the same time. He seemed wild, dangerous. She felt she couldn’t stop whatever he was planning even if she wanted to at that point, yet that thought turned her on.
She stripped off her blouse and removed her bra under his scalding gaze. Her skirt, panties and shoes met the same fate until she was naked before him, her clothes in a pile next to her. His gaze roamed over every inch of her as she trembled under the force of it.
“Turn for me”.
She whimpered but complied, turning in a slow circle. When she faced him again the bulge in his trousers looked huge and his eyes were dilated.
“You’re fucking soaked for me aren’t you?”
“Y-yes sir”.
“Touch yourself for me”.
She shook as she reached one hand down to her cunt and started lightly stroking her clit. She was burning with embarrassment, standing there naked performing for this fully clothed, powerful man. She pushed one finger in and moaned as she looked back at him.
“Submissive little thing, aren’t you?”
When she didn’t respond he prompted her sternly. “I asked you a fucking question girl” he snarled.
“Y-yes sir”.
“I tried to be good, I tried to control myself but you just had to push me. I want you to understand what will happen now. Until I let you out of this room, you’re mine. If I order you to do something you do it. I’m not letting you out of here until I’m satisfied with you. Do you understand me?”
Hermione shook with fear and arousal. She added another finger and pumped them inside of her, close to cumming looking at this dominant man.
“Yes sir” she moaned.
A small, cruel smile touched his lips. “Good girl-” she shivered at the compliment, “- now come over here and get on your knees”.
She did as commanded, lowering until she was kneeling between his powerful legs. He towered over her. She looked up at him and felt her arousal wetting the inside of her thighs.
“Open my trousers and take out my cock”.
Her hands shook slightly as she unhooked his trousers and shifted them slightly down his hips, before reaching in and pulling out his cock. She swallowed. Draco was the only boy she’d been with and she knew he was well above average, but he didn’t compare to her professor. Long enough to reach past his bellybutton and so thick she feared it’d hurt her when he fucked her, he was huge. Her cunt clenched at the sight of it.
“You like it baby?”
“Yes. Fuck sir, your so big”.
“Think you can get your mouth around me?”
“I can try” she moaned before taking him in her hand and taking the head in her mouth.
She laved her tongue over the head before wrapping her teeth and lowering down the length until he hit her throat.
“Relax and breathe through your nose baby” he told her, voice sounding strained as his hand came to the back of her head and pressed down.
She choked and gagged but pressed as far as she could, wanting to be good. He didn’t go easy on her, forcefully pushing her head down and thrusting his hips up as he got more worked up.
“Fuck, you mouth feels good baby. You’re just a fucking whore for it aren’t you?”
She moaned around his cock and was slightly ashamed to feel herself clench at his harsh words.
He only allowed her to suck on him for a minute before he forcefully pulled her off and watched her gasp for breath against his clothed hip.
He rose to his feet and dragged her up with him, using a firm grip on her upper arm — hard enough to bruise.
He pushed her towards the desk and told her to sit on the edge. She watched him prowl towards her looking dark and dangerous, his huge cock jutting out from him and whimpered. He was still dressed, though only in slim fitting dark grey trousers and a well tailored white shirt with rolled sleeves and the top buttons undone.
“Did you imagine it was me while that Malfoy boy was fucking you here the other day?”.
“Yes sir” she panted.
He positioned himself between her legs and thrust his cock against her, dragging it across her lips and nudging against her clit. She moaned desperately at the feeling.
“ Please sir ”.
He smirked down at her, “please what whore?”.
She should have hated him calling her a whore and yet she arched her hips into him.
“Please fuck me sir. Please”. She cast him a pleading look with tears in her eyes, overwhelmed but so turned on.
“You want me to show you what it’s like to get fucked by a real man? Not that boy you let fuck you?”
“Y-yes sir. God, yes. Please ”.
He lined up his cock and slowly pushed his length in. She slid her hands under the back of his shirt and across the hard, muscular planes of his back before digging her nails in.
She wailed at the stretch, he was huge. He stretched her so much it ached brutally. She could only claw at his back and shudder against his bruising grip on her hips, keeping her pinned to him as he bottomed out. She felt him grind his pelvis against her as he did and she sobbed against him.
“Did Draco fill you like this baby?”
“No, No. God your huge sir” she whimpered.
He grinned above her as he pulled out and slammed back in with a sharp snap of his hips. She wailed at the overwhelming stimulation. Incredible pleasure crashed through her at the motion but it was so intense it bordered on agony.
He picked up a merciless pace of hammering his hips into her hard enough to shake the sturdy desk and the noises she made against him were inhuman. She raked her nails across his back and sank them into his taut ass where his trousers had fallen part way down his hips. She could feel the clench of the muscle there with each thrust.
“Sir. Sir!. I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck!” She wailed as he fucked her over the edge and she shuddered in his grip as her orgasm crushed her with it’s intensity. Even while it was still rushing through her his hand found her clit and he began rubbing furiously.
“NO! I CAN’T! PLEASE!” She gripped his wrist to try to pull his hand away but her strength achieved nothing compared to his. His fingers flicking over the oversensitive bundle of nerves caused enough pleasure to push into pain.
“You can. You will. Say my name when you cum this time girl”.
His pace didn’t falter despite his own grunts and groans and his finger mercilessly taunted her clit. Tears fell from her eyes and she clung to him as she was thrown right into another orgasm, even stronger than the first.
“I’m gonna fucking fill you baby. Can feel you squeezing me so fucking tight” He grunted before breaking off with a groan.
“HARRY! Oh god, fuck Harry !” she wailed. spasming violently as she was ripped apart by her orgasm, only enhanced by the feel of him cumming in her.
Finally it eased and after a minute of panting into her neck, causing her to whimper every time he rocked his slowly softening cock into her, he pulled out. She watched him with bleary eyes as he tucked himself back in his trousers, raked a hand through his inky black hair and sat back in his chair.
He looked her up and down with a satisfied expression on his face before meeting her gaze with a slightly cruel look.
“Anyone finds out about this girl and you’ll regret it, understand?”
“Y-yes” she whimpered.
“Good. Now get dressed and get the fuck out” he told her, ice cold.
She did as he ordered, shaky and confused. Completely overwhelmed by being fucked better than she’d thought was possible and the cruel domineering treatment.
As she was about to open the door she turned to him.
“W- will this happen again?” She asked, quietly.
He grinned at her, “already wanting my cock again are you?”.
She was embarrassed but answered honestly, “Y-yes sir”.
His grin grew, “just a little fucking whore aren’t you?”.
She was so humiliated yet despite that, or maybe in part because of it, her exhausted cunt clenched at the blunt statement.
“Answer my question girl”.
Her face flamed even hotter as she answered, “Y-yes. I-I’m your little whore sir”. It shouldn’t have been possible but saying it to him and seeing the way his nostrils flared at her submission caused a new rush of wetness in her cunt.
“If you're a good girl. No more fucking that boy and don’t touch yourself or you’ll never get it again”, he told her and then gestured to the door with a tilt of his head.
She took the hint and left.
***
A week passed after that day. She had two more lessons with Professor Potter, but aside from heated gazes he made no move towards her. She ended things with Draco and she didn’t touch herself even though she spent every night tossing in bed thinking of Harry .
It was another few days before Hermione received an owl from him telling her to be at his office at 6am the next morning. She spent that whole night thinking about what might happen, soaking wet.
The next morning, when she arrived, Harry let her in before simply looking her up and down as she stood in front of his desk. Just that look had her drenched. Seeing him in the same chair she sucked his big dick in, behind the desk he'd wrecked her on only made it worse.
“Have you fucked the boy since you were last in here?” He asked her in a hard, rough tone of voice.
She trembled slightly at the tone but shook her head, “No sir. I ended things with him”.
He smirked at her. “Good girl-” she whimpered slightly “-have you touched yourself?”
“No sir”.
“Have you wanted to?”
“Y-yes sir. Thought about you all the time. I’ve spent every night wet and aching for you”.
His eyes dilated and he shifted in the chair slightly.
“I’ve notified your professors that you fell ill during my lesson yesterday and won’t be attending lectures today. I trust you will invent an acceptable excuse to your friends for the days absence?”
“Y-yes sir”. He was going to spend the whole day with her? Her cunt ached at the thought.
“Take off your clothes”.
She did, piling her clothes up near her in the same way as last time and her arousal only intensified as the older man watched her again from the chair.
He rose from his seat and walked around behind her, “over the desk, ass up”, he ordered.
She did as commanded and couldn’t help but grind her hips into the wood a little, she felt like if he just breathed on her clit she’d cum.
Without asking permission he walked around the desk and bound her ankles and wrists with his wand — thick rope connecting to the hard wood of the furniture. She fought the urge to panic at the sensation but was slightly surprised by the wave of arousal it set off in her. She ground her hips harder in the unforgiving wood beneath her. Harry chuckled behind her.
“Sir please I-”.
She cut off as he pushed two fingers into her and flicked one across her clit. Instantly she was on the verge and moaned brokenly as she tugged on the unmoving bindings.
“Oh god. Oh god-” she cut off with a desperate wail as he withdrew his hand.
“You’ve got to earn that girl”. She could only whimper in response.
Suddenly she felt the tip of his wand against her cunt and he murmured a spell. She didn’t recognise it but she felt a warm tingle across her lips from it taking effect. She squirmed in confusion.
“Just a little insurance to make sure you stay good for me”.
Before she could ask a question he walked around the front of the desk and she whined at the sight of him — tall and dominant with a large bulge in his trousers.
He reached into his desk and pulled out a small black disk with a smirk.
“I made this just for you, love”, his apparently kind words belied the cruel smirk still lingering on his lips.
He came back around and reached under her hips using a sticking charm to attach the small disk right to her clit where it promptly moulded perfectly to her. He walked around the desk and lifted her face up so she was looking straight at him. He was so handsome with his dark eyes, ink black hair falling over his forehead and his sharp stubbled jaw.
Suddenly the small disk attached to her started vibrating viciously . She wailed as Harry forced her to continue looking at him. She thrashed as much as she could against her bindings as her body locked down, about to cum. And yet she didn’t, she couldn’t, even though she was right there. Harry’s smirk grew as she wailed in anguish, realising what he’d done.
Looking thoroughly satisfied, he drew away from her and with a quick cast of wandless magic a gag appeared in her mouth. She could only whine through the gag and thrash against her bindings as he walked away.
“I’ve got classes today love but if you’re a good girl I might give you a treat at lunch”.
She heard the door open and close, felt the wards from the other day reform and then he was gone. She cried and sweated, whining in agony on the desk.
***
It must have been lunchtime when Hermione heard the door open but it felt like lifetimes had passed. Every muscle in her body ached from her position and how she couldn’t stop locking down. Her wetness had spread all down the side of the desk as she grinded herself futility into it. She felt like she was losing her mind, she would have done anything just to cum.
Harry approached her slowly and dragged a hand up the expanse of her back as he rounded the desk. He sat back in the chair and observed her for a minute with a heated gaze.
“Beautiful” He told her and she whined at the sound of his deep voice.
He stood, bringing the large bulge in his trousers right in front of her face and she tried to lean towards him as much as she could. He stepped closer and pressed it right against her gagged mouth.
“Is this what you want baby?” She tried desperately to beg him around the gag, wanting it more than anything yet all that came out were garbled noises. Instead she nodded frantically.
“I’m gonna let you suck me baby. But I'm not gonna make you cum, not yet. You have to earn it. Suck me good and I’ll fuck you at the end of the day ok?”.
Tears ran down her cheeks but she nodded her head, unable to resist his domination even in this state. Her gag disappeared and she stared at him and whined and whimpered but she didn’t beg for his cock even though everything in her wanted it.
“What would you do right now to get me to fuck you girl?” He asked her in a soft but intense tone of voice.
“ Anything ”.
He smirked but didn’t respond. He simply undid his trousers, pulled out his big cock and put it to her lips. As soon as she took him into her mouth he began fucking her face. Her tears increased and she gagged and choked on it. He wasn’t gentle, she got lightheaded from her impaired ability to breath but the whole experience just made her want him even more.
He fucked her face for a few minutes before his hips finally started to stutter and his grip on her head got tighter. She wished she could see his muscles contract, wanted to see his whole body as he came but he was still clothed.
“Swallow it all” he groaned at her as he started spilling in her mouth.
She did, savouring every drop.
When he pulled out all she could do was watch him and moan desperately with red, swollen lips as he tucked himself away and walked around the desk.
He cracked a sharp slap on her ass. “Good girl” he told her and she whimpered. Then he simply resummoned the gag and left her there again.
She felt like she wasn’t going to survive this.
***
Hermione had lost all track of time as she heard the door open the next time. Apart from her whimpers and shaking she kept as still as she could for Harry as she felt him observe her silently. She couldn’t help but shudder and whine as she felt his clothed body press along the back of hers though.
Her gag disappeared and he removed the disk from her clit and she couldn't hold back the begging.
“Please. Harry, sir please. I can’t. Please !”
“You’ve done so well baby. Been such a good girl” he whispered darkly into her ear as he lined up his cock and pushed in.
As he bottomed out in her soaked cunt, the stretch unbelievable, she realised the spell was still blocking her. She knew she would have cum just from that without it.
“Please, please, please”.
“You wanna cum baby?” He asked her as he began thrusting into her tight cunt and she wailed, her nails hurt as they dug into the hard wood beneath her.
“Yes! Please!”
“If you want to cum baby-” Harry picked up a slow but firm pace that had her spasming under him “-I need something from you”.
“Anything. Anything !”
Harry angled her head to the side so she could see him as he thrust into her. He was a towering dark presence behind her.
“I’m gonna keep you baby. My own little toy”, she whimpered at the possessiveness in his tone and he thrust harder into her. “After you graduate you will move into my house. You will be mine. Mine to have whenever I want. My little pet. How does that sound?”
“Oh god” she whined. It was so fucked up, he was clearly an bad person and yet it turned her on so much. She wanted it. It was twisted yet hot. She wanted to be his, wanted to be owned.
“Yes, yes” she moaned.
He wrapped a firm hand around her throat and she felt a strand of his power fully ensnare her neck. It was strange, it almost felt like an unbreakable vow.
“A modified vow love, I don’t need a witness for this. Agree and you can cum. Agree and I’ll give you so much fucking pleasure love. Say you vow you’ll always be mine, always do as I say, be my toy”.
Tears leaked from her eyes. It was cruel and domineering. He wasn’t offering her a relationship, he was offering to take her as a possession. She shouldn’t want it and yet she did.
She sobbed as she repeated the vow and felt the magic sink into her, binding her to him forever.
“My perfect little slut” he groaned before picking up a brutal rhythm with his hips.
Suddenly the spell stopping her from cumming vanished and she convulsed on the desk, pulling so hard on the bindings her skin broke as she wailed inhumanly at the feeling. The orgasm felt like it splintered her, her throat hurt from how she screamed. He didn’t slow his pace one bit as he kept fucking her through it.
He pushed her down with a hand on the back of her neck and raised his hips to slam into her even harder. She felt like she hardly stopped cumming as he broke her again.
“Say you mine whore” he growled above her.
“I-I’m Y-yours” she gasped out and heard his answering groan as he filled her up.
After panting against her back recovering for a couple of minutes he finally pulled back and tucked himself away. Her binds disappeared and, shaking violently, she pushed herself off the desk.
She almost fell as she got to her feet, her muscles ached and felt like they had no strength left in them. She watched him sit in his chair, sprawling out like he didn’t have a care in the world.
Tears ran down her cheeks as she got her clothes on. She was so confused. She felt violated in a way and yet she also felt a thrill at being possessed. As she finished getting dressed she heard Harry stand, he walked to her and turned her towards him. With a hand on the back of her head he pulled her into a gentle kiss that quickly turned all consuming.
She gasped as he pulled away. He observed the way she leaned towards him even after what had just happened and they could both feel the vow tying them together. “Your perfect love” he told her softly. “I’m going to ruin you baby, and you’re going to love it”. He said it like a promise.
He drew away and returned to his chair. “Tomorrow night when the other students are sleeping you’ll cast a disillusionment on yourself and come here” he told her and she felt the vow acting, she felt the unbreakable compulsion to follow his order.
“Y-yes sir”.
He smiled at her and tilted his head towards the door. Taking the hint she left, shaken and aching.
***
The following night Hermione was scared yet excited as she knocked on the office door. She was already soaking through her underwear at the thought of what might happen that night.
Harry opened the door wearing dark trousers and a black shirt. Hermione whimpered at the possessive look on his face as he looked her over before pulling her inside.
“Sir I-”.
“Take my arm” he told her, cutting her off.
She did so and the second she did the world spun. Suddenly she found herself standing in a bedroom, a large king size four poster bed in front of her. She looked to Harry in confusion.
“We’re in our bedroom babe, this is where I’m gonna be fucking you every night from now on” he informed her simply and she moaned at the blunt statement.
He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I thought about tying you up tonight, maybe spanking that ass purple, maybe edging you for hours until your sobbing and pleading to cum” — he said in a low tone of voice, every word making her wetter — “I’ve decided I’m gona be nice tonight though. I’m gonna properly explore you and let you do the same ok babe?”.
“O-oh god. O-ok” she was panting heavily.
He smoothly began unbuttoning her blouse and pulled down her skirt. She whimpered softly as he unhooked her bra and pulled her panties down until she stood bare in front of him. He looked her slowly up and down with a heated gaze, “beautiful” he told her.
“You can undress me if you want”
She wasted no time, she had wanted to see him naked for so long. She unbuttoned his shirt and he helped shrug it off his arms until his upper body was bare. She took in the lean, defined muscles, the dark chest hair — so different from Draco. He had small white scars at random places from past fights. Her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry as she brushed her hands down his chest and stomach, following the line of dark hair, to the waistband of his trousers.
She dropped to her knees as she unhooked the waistband and looked up at him through her lashes, she saw his eyes dilate at the display. As she pulled down the trousers with his boxers she carefully pulled it over the thick length of his cock. He helped shuck them off his feet until he too was naked before her. She went to lean forward to take his heavy cock into her mouth, desperate for it, when he pulled her to her feet.
“Maybe later, baby. First I wanna taste you though. I wanna taste what I own”.
She swallowed as he guided her to his bed. He pushed her up onto it and she walked back on her hands a little until she had her head on the pillow. She squeezed her thighs together as he got on and climbed up her body, pressing kisses to her calves and thighs before stopping at her cunt.
“I-I’ve never” she whimpered.
“That boy never did this for you?”
“N-no”.
He grinned as he lowered down and promptly pushed a finger into her while sucking her clit into his mouth. She let out a confused, desperate sound — overwhelmed by the new sensation. She could feel him grinning against her as he sucked harder on her clit and pushed in a second finger. As soon he added a third finger she came hard, thrashing and wailing through it. He pulled his fingers out but gave her clit a firm nip that had her hissing before he climbed all the way up her body.
He bracketed her with his arms and pushed his hard cock against her cunt. He thrust himself along the seam of her lips as he started down at her. She trembled for him, “ Please ”.
“Who owns you?” He asked in a dark, possessive tone.
“You” she moaned.
“Just my own personal toy aren’t you?” His eyes burned with intensity above her.
“Oh god. Yes ”
“Say it”
She whimpered and arched her hips into his cock. “I’m your toy. I’m yours. Please Harry ”.
He thrust into her and she shook beneath him as he split her open so incredibly deep and wide in one smooth push.
“ Harry ”
He grinned above her as he picked up a steady rhythm into her. It was softer than the previous times but by no means gentle. It felt like he’d only thrust a few times before she was clawing at his back and ass, whimpering and moaning as she got close.
“You’re gonna cum aren’t you babe?” He asked her.
“Oh god. Yes!”
“You’re just a fucking whore aren’t you” he told her, not altering his firm thrusts into her.
“Yes. Yes!” She sobbed the words as she clenched down hard around his length.
She watched him pounding into her with tears in her eyes as she screamed through her orgasm. It was almost painful in its intensity, Harry’s hips didn’t slow at all despite the agonisingly powerful contractions.
Harry just lowered himself down and kept fucking her, somehow getting harder and harder until she came again. His groans in her ear almost drowned out by the wails leaving her.
Before she could even recover from her second orgasm, Harry lifted one leg over his shoulder and bent her into a new position — allowing him to thrust even deeper into her. She keened as he slammed his hips into her. She could barely process what was happening when, after a only a couple of minutes, she came again.
She sobbed as Harry just kept railing her through it. “OH GOD!. TOO MUCH!. PLEASE!” she pleaded.
“One more baby” Harry grunted and she sobbed harder.
It took longer that time, but eventually she felt herself about to cum again. She spasmed under him as much as she could with him pinning her so hard to the mattress as it got close. She was so delirious she barely even heard his words but she felt the spell around her throat tighten with his command. “When you cum you’re not gonna stop until I say you can”.
Hermione screamed as the most intense orgasm of the night hit her. She sobbed and wailed as it just didn’t stop, she felt like her mind was breaking with the bone crushing intensity of it. Harry lifted himself up on his arms and looked down at her possessively while he fucked her, admiring her completely breaking for him.
“Fucking perfect” he groaned.
“P-PLEASE. PLEASE. GOD. PLEASE” she screeched, tears running from her eyes.
“Too much baby?”
“YES. PLEASE. I CAN’T”
“You will” he snarled as he lowered himself down and fucked her as hard as he could. He held off his own orgasm for several more minutes — wanting to enjoy her agony as long as he could — before finally stiffening on top of her.
“You can stop” he groaned into her ear as he shot into her and she gasped and wailed as her orgasm finally ended. He kissed her and praised her as he slowly thrust through the last of his own orgasm before he finally rolled off her.
He pulled her against him and wrapped himself around her. “Who do you belong to” he asked her in a rough, possessive voice. “You” she moaned, feeling completely owned.
She knew in that moment that this man would completely and utterly destroy her. She also knew that even if she had a choice she wouldn’t stop him.