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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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10 - The Final Frontier
Snape heard a soft knock on his office door at 10:17. Eager to start tonight, Miss Granger? He opened the door, and she dashed in, slamming it shut behind her. Eager indeed. Her robes fell open, and he saw what she was wearing. Bloody hell.
Hermione shrugged off the heavy black material covering her uniform. He looked her up and down for several long seconds then slowly moved forward, backing her into the door.
Pinning her with his chest, he stared down at her. “What’s all this, Miss Granger?”
“Do you like it?” Her heart was pounding against him. Bloody hell, that man had intensity down to an art.
Flipping one of her pigtails through his fingers, Severus smirked and slid his hand to her throat, stroking up under her chin. Her pulse raced beneath his fingers as he touched his lips to hers. “Yes,” he breathed.
Hermione tried to hold onto the door, but the room started spinning; she pawed at his chest as he pressed into her. I’ll have to thank Draco later.
Breaking away before he lost his senses, he nodded across the room. “Go bend over the desk."
Bend over the desk. Bend over. Was he trying to drive her insane, or was she just overly excitable? The desk seemed miles away; she walked to it in a daze. When the front of her thighs hit the edge, she looked down in surprise then eased herself over the cool wood.
Snape stood just to the side, making sure she could see him. He knew exactly how to get her going. His fingers flicked open his belt, and he pulled it through the loops. There was a noticeable hitch in her breathing when he doubled it up. “You want this, don’t you?”
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
Snape flipped up her skirt and stopped in his tracks. She'd taken his request for white knickers in a wonderfully depraved direction. Calling them underwear was grossly misleading. They left almost nothing to the imagination. Reaching out, he ran his fingers over her abused cheeks. Bloody beautiful.
Hermione heard his heated growl as he stroked her bum. I guess he likes the knickers, she thought with a smile.
“Where did you get these, Miss Granger?” he asked, running one finger down her crack.
“Mail order, sir.”
“Have you worn them for anyone else?”
"No, sir. I bought them to wear for you.”
Severus wiped his hand down his face. His cock was straining against his fly. Blast! This night was supposed to be nice and slow. Now I just want to fuck the hell out her.
“Do you like them, sir?”
A rough exhale tore out of his chest, and he grabbed her hips, crushing his hard-on against her cleft. Does this answer your question?
Her responding groan sounded pained. “I missed you, Severus.”
His hips ground harder into her backside, her round rump cradling his cock. “Dammit, girl. This wasn’t what I had planned.” Snape shoved himself off of her and whipped the belt over her cheeks. Her shout was as far from pain as one could get.
He hit her again, and Hermione rose up on her toes for a second. The sting quickly became a burn, stealing her breath. She spread her legs wider. Again!
The arch in her back deepened, and Snape just about lost it. She was begging for more without a single word. Begging for him. He squeezed his erection through his trousers with one hand, using the other to whip the belt over her. The cry she made was a cocktail of pain and lust, and it vibrated through his balls. “Keep quiet or I’m never going to get through this.”
Hermione stayed silent through three more swats, her heavy breathing the only sound other than the soft snap of the belt. The burn was spreading. She’d been waiting all day to be with him, and now that she was there, she just wanted him to touch her. Another crack of the leather was all she got.
Snape smoothed his hand over the curve of her bum, feeling the heat in her reddened flesh. He was shocked to see his hand shaking as it ran over her skin. What the hell? Keep it together, Snape.
“Mmm. Thank you, sir,” she moaned, circling her hips into his hand.
He slid under her panties. One finger tickled her entrance, and Hermione heard the slick sound of her arousal.
Snape groaned at the discovery. “You’re already drenched, pet. You’ve only been here a few minutes.”
“Yes, sir. I’ve been like this all day.”
“What have you been thinking about that would get you this wet?”
“You buggering me, sir,” she replied honestly.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. With one hand, he freed his cock. Pulling her knickers to the side, he slipped his aching length into her soaked snatch. “Yesss,” he sighed in relief. His hips rocked against her warm bum. “I know this isn’t what you wanted, pet, but I need to come.”
Nodding wholeheartedly, Hermione smiled, loving his loss of control. He banged her hips into the desktop in an angry staccato, most likely leaving bruises. She didn’t mind at all.
Her whispered pleas floated back to him as he mindlessly slammed into her.
“Gods yes, Severus. Fuck me. I need you so much.”
“Don’t you come, Hermione. I mean it.”
“Yes, sir.”
She wasn’t really close yet, but for some reason having him tell her not to come pushed her a little nearer. He was hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars, his fingers digging into her hips as if he were afraid she’d run away. The tension in her belly grew to an ache.
“I’m getting closer, sir,” she warned.
He worked faster. "Don’t come! I’m just about there.”
Her hand balled into a fist, and she slammed it against the desk. “Please, sir. Come inside me. I can’t take much more!”
Feeling the familiar tingling in his sac, Severus relaxed as his climax jolted through him. Words failed him; all he could manage was a mindless grunt as he pumped his seed into her waiting channel. Well, that certainly took the edge off.
The heat inside her died as he slowed. Hermione let out a shaky exhale of pride and disappointment. His desire had rubbed off on her, and she wanted to climax more than ever.
“Good girl,” he muttered, patting her backside. “You can come when I’m in your arse.”
She whimpered. “When will that be, sir?”
“Soon," he replied, chuckling. "Very soon.” There was plenty of time. They had all night, and he had some preparations in store for her. “Come along. My room is warmer, and we have things to do.”
Her arms felt weak as she pushed herself off his desk. He took her hand and guided her into his quarters.
“Get into position on the table. I want to get a good look at you.”
Swallowing hard, Hermione knelt on his coffee table.
Severus circled her several times, taking in her schoolgirl getup. The hair is a nice touch. He was torn between wanting her naked and leaving her in what she was wearing.
“You didn’t have to do all this for me, pet,” he said, sitting on the settee in front of her.
“I wanted to, sir.”
Smirking, he leaned forward and rolled up her skirt so he could see the wet spot grow on her knickers. “Did Draco see you leave looking like this?”
Her cheeks colored. “Yes, sir. Some of it was his idea.”
“Really? Like what?”
Hermione swallowed. Maybe she shouldn’t have mentioned anything. “Um . . . the tie. And he told me to wear a different shirt and shoes. And uh . . . the hair was his idea too.”
“And you just went along with his suggestions?”
She couldn’t tell if he was irritated or not. “Once I saw what it looked like, yes, sir.”
His lips twitched, and she relaxed. He wasn’t cross at all.
“Draco always did have a flair for the dramatic. Did you two have a nice chat on Friday?”
Her eyes flashed. “Yes, sir."
Snape smirked at her fierce look. “Did you stay in the corner like a good girl, or did you run and hide?”
Hermione felt her face burn. “I did what you told me to do, sir.”
“Excellent. And what did Draco have to say?”
She kind of wanted him to be jealous so she could say it was your fault. “He asked if he could watch me while he wanked.”
“And what did you say?”
“I didn’t feel like I had any right telling him to leave when I was the one half-naked in the corner.”
“What happened?”
“He came.” Obviously.
“Is that all? He just wanked and left?”
Hmm. Not exactly. “No, sir. I, sort of, talked to him while he did it.” Her brows knitted together. “Are you angry?”
“Did he touch you?”
“No.”
“Did he say or do anything that upset you?”
“No.”
“Then, no, I’m not angry. Did you enjoy it?"
Her face burned again. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“What did you say to him?”
Maybe she’d told Draco too much. Did Snape already know what she’d said? “A lot. Should I have kept quiet?”
“Tell me what you told him.”
Thinking back, she tried to remember their conversation. “Um . . . I told him how you punished me that day. And . . . he asked me what you’d used on me so far and which was my favorite.”
“What was your answer?”
“Your hand.”
“Go on.”
“He asked me a lot of personal questions . . . about us."
“Did you answer him?”
“The ones I thought were safe.”
“What didn’t you answer?”
She sighed. “He asked me what turns me on most. I wouldn’t tell him.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s embarrassing and none of his business.”
“What else?”
“Did you know he heard us the other night when you had rounds?”
That little ferret. “No, I didn’t. Is that how he found out about us?”
“He said no, that he was just checking to see if he was right.”
“Hmm. Anything else?”
“He asked what I did that made you come so fast that night.”
“Did you tell him?”
“No, but . . . I think he guessed.”
Severus nodded. He really didn’t care what Draco knew. The little punk was probably jealous. Her face still looked nervous. “Anything else?"
“Are you angry now?”
“No. What Draco knows or doesn’t know means nothing to me. We have his silence. Nothing else is important.”
Her eyes went to his knees, and she added quietly, “He asked me what we were going to do when school is over.”
“What did you say?”
“I said I didn’t know, we hadn’t talked about it.”
“What would you like to happen?”
“I don’t know. I . . . I can barely stand going three days without you.”
“We don’t have to stop just because you graduate."
Her eyes met his. “I want to keep seeing you.”
Snape nodded. “We’ll discuss it later, but I would like to continue seeing you as well. Is there anything else you need to tell me?”
She shook her head no. Her chest felt looser now that he’d said that they didn’t have to stop meeting when the year was done. Hermione bit her lip to hide her smile.
He leaned forward and looked her in the eye. “Are you sure you still want to try this tonight?”
“Yes.” There was no hesitation.
He nodded slowly. “Strip down to your knickers.”
Hermione climbed off the table and started pulling off her clothes. The sooner she was naked, the sooner he’d be inside of her. When she got to her shoes and socks, he stopped her.
“Leave on your socks. It’s cold.”
She grinned at the floor, suspicious that he just had a thing for kneesocks.
“If you want to stop at any time tonight, you’re to tell me straight away. You don’t have to do this for me. I’d be perfectly happy fucking your pussy for as long as we’re together.”
Hugging her arms around herself, Hermione nodded. “I understand. But I want to try. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
His lips twitched in a small smile. “As you wish."
Severus beckoned her forward then pulled her down to straddle his lap. Gently, he kissed her, his lips and teeth teasing her lower lip. He wanted her mindless. It wasn’t long until she was grinding in his lap, whimpering as if she were dying for him. Gripping her hips to keep her still, he left her lips and kissed his way over to her ear. “I have a surprise for you, pet.”
The breezy rumble of his voice resonated all the way to her pussy.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what?”
Hermione bit her lip. Severus and surprises didn’t always mix well. “I’m a little scared when you say surprise, sir.” His chuckling tickled her ear.
“I can understand your trepidation. This time, however, it is something you requested.”
Pulling back, Hermione gave him a confused look. He was going to have to be more specific.
“Go to the bathroom and kneel on the bathmat.”
“Why?”
His smirk became a lecherous grin, and he gave her a look that said she'd better get moving. Hermione’s heart thudded a warning as she climbed off his lap. Every step she took toward the bathroom made her heart race faster. The sconces on the wall were already lit, so she could see perfectly. Nothing seemed to be amiss as she walked toward the fluffy bathmat set near the tub. Scanning the room for any sign of what was to come, she knelt down and waited for him. It took a minute for him to catch up, and she was even more confused when she saw him bring in the extra chair from his office.
Severus set the chair near the sink then turned on the tap and filled the basin with warm water. He emptied a phial of yellow-white powder into the water and started setting out the supplies.
Hermione was too low to the ground to see what he was doing. Why has he brought the chair?
Snape shut off the water and sat, beckoning her toward him. “Okay. Get across my knee.”
He’s going to spank me in the bathroom? Hermione searched his face for a clue but came up empty. His expression was unreadable. Climbing over his lap, she let him adjust her position. Just being over his knee turned her on. When his hand smoothed across her bum, she smiled at the tiled floor.
Severus slapped her backside a couple times, just playful smacks to ease her mind, then pulled her knickers down toward her knees. She lifted up her hips for him, and he caught the scent of her arousal mixed with his semen. You’re going to be filled with my seed soon, little girl. And you’re going to beg me for more. “Push out your plug, pet.”
Bearing down, she blushed as he removed it. The position left her feeling exposed. His hand clapped over her cheeks, giving her a few more warming smacks. Hermione breathed out her tension in a sigh.
Severus waited until her body relaxed then ran his fingers through her furrow . . . down to her pussy . . . then back up. She gave him a nice moan and spread her legs wider. That’s right. Let me in. He drew his finger from her clit to her rosebud, smirking when she moaned louder. “That’s my good girl. Would you like my finger?”
“Gods yes. Please!”
Lubing his index finger, he held her open with one hand and slicked her winking star with a generous dollop of the gel. His teasing was merciless, tickling around her puckered skin with small circles. Her whimpers bounced off the tile floor, which amplified their volume. When he slipped his finger inside, she started humping his leg.
“More?” he asked.
More? Of course I want more. That’s why I’m here. “Yes, sir.”
He got the bulbed syringe from the sink. After carefully lubing the stem, he held it in the basin and squeezed. It filled with warm water, and he brought it to her arse.
What is he doing? What’s taking so long? Hermione felt drips of water fall on her bum and run down her thighs. “What’s that?”
“What you asked for, pet.”
Ohmygod. She moved to get off his lap, but he quickly threw one leg over her thighs, holding her in place. “Please don’t, sir. I didn’t mean it.”
“Yes, you did,” he replied calmly. “And what better time to indulge your fantasy than right now? Don’t you want to be clean when I get inside you the first time?”
She couldn’t answer him.
“Are you going to stay still now? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Hermione didn’t want to say yes or no. Yes would be asking for it, and no would be lying . . . and then he might not do it.
“Answer me, pet.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“I don’t know. This is embarrassing.”
"Really? I’m fine.”
“I’m serious!”
He smirked, one finger gently probing. “Say you don’t want it, pet. Go on,” he purred, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I want to hear you say you don’t want to be over my lap with your naked bum in the air, knickers round your ankles. Say you don’t like the humiliation, that you don’t like submitting to me. Tell me that you don’t love the feel of this entering your tight little hole again and again. I’ll wait.”
Hermione felt the tip of something touch her anus and edge inside. He was teasing her with the enema nozzle; she slapped one hand over her mouth to keep from making a sound. Her pussy voiced its opinion as a surge of excitement slicked her folds. Dammit. Stop that. He’s going to see.
“I’m still waiting,” he urged.
“Just give me a second,” she whispered.
The corner of his mouth curled.
Laying her hands flat on the cold floor, she took a few steadying breaths. This was your idea, Hermione. Do you want it or not? “Okay,” she whispered.
“Okay what?”
“Please don’t make me say it.”
“Just say you want it so I know for sure.”
She took another deep breath. “I want it."
Snape could barely hear her, but he didn’t need to hear the words to know what she'd decided. Her pussy was fragrant with reassurance. “That’s my good girl.” He knew what she needed to hear. Sliding the stem to the hilt, he paused and waited for her to relax again. When her back muscles unclenched, he slowly squeezed the water into her. Her quiet gasp echoed off the floor.
Pulling the tip from her, he refilled the bulb in the sink. Her body only gave a small jump when he eased it back into place. The water drained into her. Severus stroked her upturned rump as he pulled the stem free. “All right, pet?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
The bulb refilled with water, and he made sure to tease her with the tip. In and out. The sound of her panting filled the room. His finger found her clit, and she spread her legs wider.
His finger circled her aching nub, and the enema nozzle gave Hermione a preview of what they were going to be doing later. Oh God. This is so weird. He twisted and pumped it in and out until she groaned for more. She could feel the water trickling up inside her. It was strange, as if her bum had sprung a backward leak. She suddenly felt the urge to go. “Please, sir, let me up.”
“Just a second, love. Hold it in for me.”
“Oh God, please let me go.” Hermione squeezed her cheeks together.
Snape lifted his leg, unpinning her. “Stay there.” She moaned, her fingers digging into his calf with the effort to stay still. He reached between her legs and ran his fingers over her clit. “Good girl. Just a little longer. You are so wet, love. Let my fingers inside.”
A tight groan spilled out as she relaxed enough for his fingers to enter her pussy. Two long digits pierced her, and she gained a little fortitude at the sound of his grunt.
“Okay, that’s good enough. Go ahead,” he said with a pleased smile.
Hermione pushed off his lap and dashed to the toilet. “I can’t go with you staring at me!”
He chuckled and stood. “Very well, pet. I’ll leave you. Come back to the bedroom when you’re done.”
Hermione held it in until he closed the door then stopped fighting herself. The water poured out of her, and she sighed in relief. So weird.
The flow finally slowed, and she wiggled around, making sure it was all really out then cleaned herself up. He was right, she was extremely wet.
Pulling up her knickers, Hermione walked to the mirror and turned to look at her bum. It was odd. She felt different but didn’t look different. Now that it was over, and she wasn’t so scared, she wanted to try it again. She ran her finger over the black bulb floating in the sink.
“Are you about done in there? I’m waiting,” he called.
Hermione yanked her hand away as if it had stung her. Running from the sink, she opened the door to find him waiting on the other side.
“All right, pet?”
She couldn’t look him in the eye. “Yes, sir.”
He tipped up her chin. “Look at me.” Her eyes found his, and her face burned brighter. Kissing her lightly on the lips, Snape smirked at her discomfort. “Would you like to try that again sometime? You seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.”
His hand held her chin so she couldn’t look away. “I don’t know. I guess so,” she answered reluctantly. He already knew she wanted it. Why did she have to say it?
“What did I tell you about being honest with me?”
A sigh growled out of her. “I’m sorry, sir. I . . . I liked it.”
“Good. Now, which would you prefer, the cane or the paddle?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“How hard you’re going to hit me.”
“It’s not a punishment.”
“Okay then . . . the cane.”
“Excellent choice, pet.”
He guided her over to the clear space of floor at the foot of the bed. “Bend over.”
Hermione wrapped her hands around her shins. The position made it impossible to suppress her dripping pussy.
After fetching the thin rod, Severus watched her for a minute. It suddenly hit him that a sexy little witch was bent over in his bedroom, dying for him to cane and bugger her. He kept his eyes on her just in case she disappeared. It could all be some elaborate dream from which he might awaken at any second; he had to hold onto it while he could. She shifted from one foot to the other then turned her head and looked for him. She’s not going anywhere. I'd better enjoy this while it lasts.
Severus crouched down next to her. “If you beg me for the cane, I’ll take you to bed afterward.” Her face lit with happiness. I’m definitely dreaming. Nothing has ever gone this well for me in my entire life.
Hermione licked her lips. His promise left her giddy. “Please pull down my knickers and cane me, sir. Make me love it.” A pleased look crossed his face, and she smiled back at him.
Standing behind her, Severus peeled her knickers to her knees, and they fell to the floor as she wiggled her legs back and forth in an excited dance of anticipation. The aroma of pussy drifted past. He took a deep breath and lined up the cane. The first stroke barely dented her skin; she just sighed in response. He had no intention of leaving much of a mark on her. She was still in the middle of healing from the last time, and she hadn’t done anything wrong. But he knew she needed some pain to center herself and rise above the outside world. “Count them for me, pet. Say thank you and ask me for more.”
“One. Thank you, sir. Please cane me harder.”
He smirked. She catches on quickly.
The next stroke was a little stiffer. She inhaled sharply before responding. “Two. Thank you, sir. Please cane me harder.”
The swish of the cane cut the air, and the whack of impact snapped above the crackling of the fireplace.
“Three. Thank you, sir. May I please have another?”
His brows lifted. Not harder? Severus checked her bum to make sure the lines weren’t worse than he thought. No, she’s fine. He tapped the cane against her and flicked his wrist; the wood licked her with the same intensity.
“Unh! Four. Thank you, sir. May I please have another?”
The line bloomed red, but it would likely be gone by the next day. He cracked the rod across her cheeks again.
Hermione hissed. “Five. Thank you, sir. May I please have another?”
Marking his place, he tapped at her again before placing the next line directly below the last. He was in the golden zone of her sweet spot, and she flinched accordingly.
“Ow! Five. Thank you, sir. May I please have another?”
Smirking at her miscount, he added one more a bit lower. The cane made a cracking thud against her backside.
“Oh gods! Thank you. I mean, six. Thank you, sir. May I have another?”
His lip twitched. She was almost there. Her brain was shutting off.
The next blow hit the top of her thighs, and she shouted. “Owww. Thank you, sir. May I have another?”
“Are you going to count for me?"
“Uh . . . seven? Seven, sir.”
He tapped her bum, and Hermione braced for impact. When the cane hit, it burned another thin line into her rump.
“Fuck! Thank you. I mean, thank you, sir. May I please have another?”
“Can you tell me what stroke that was, Miss Granger?”
“Um. Eight?”
He hit her again. She slumped lower before regaining her position. “Nine. Thank you, sir. May I please have another?”
One more, pet. He crossed the others on a diagonal.
“Ten! Thank you, sir. May I please have another?”
Snape stroked her bum. “No, pet, that’s enough. Hold yourself open for me.”
Her hands shook as she reached back to spread her cheeks and pussy.
Severus smiled at the liquid shine coating her petals. “Very nice,” he murmured. “Stand.”
She rose and turned to him for further instruction. Her eyes were heavy with desire and the drugged look of submission.
“Touch me, pet. Feel how hard you’ve made me.”
One slow blink, and then Hermione was stepping closer, reaching for the bulge in his trousers. So hard. All mine. “Please take me to bed now, sir."
“Take off my clothes first, pet."
Snape tossed his wand onto the bed and watched her slide her hands up his body. She touched him as if he wasn’t wearing anything, gliding her hands over cotton and wool and rolling her face against his chest. Undoing his zip, she opened his fly first then untucked his shirttails. Her belly pressed to his length; she was rubbing against him like a cat. He choked back a groan, watching as she parted his shirt. Resting her forehead on his chest, she hugged him closer. Her teeth clamped over one nipple, and she bit him carefully, making him hiss.
Hermione dragged his shirt down his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Gliding her hands up towards his shoulders, she tilted her head to one side. “Severus! Your arm!”
“It’s fine, love.”
“Fine? It looks like you got in a fight with a cannonball. And lost.”
He smirked. “It’s just a bruise. I’ll heal it later. I’ve had worse.”
Hermione looked up at him. I guess you have, haven’t you. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
His hands came up, cupping her sad face. “For what?”
“I’m sorry you’ve been hurt so much.”
“That’s . . . sweet, pet.” It sounded as though he wanted to spit the taste of the word out of his mouth. “But the past is over and done with. I’d like to forget it. Especially right now. I have better things to think about.”
Her lips curved into a shy smile. “Draco suggested I kiss it and make it better.”
Snape smirked at her. “Kiss what?”
Hermione grinned. “Well, it was Draco, so I won’t make any assumptions. I’m open to suggestions though.”
Severus watched her sink down to kneel in front of his crotch. She pulled his boxers away from his body to get them over his jutting erection then eased his trousers and shorts down his hips until his balls were visible.
Hermione kissed his silky head as she pushed his clothes to the floor. Poking out her tongue, she tasted his shaft. Essence of Severus. A smile teased her lips. She could identify him by flavor alone. Not a gameshow I’ve ever seen . . . but I’d definitely win.
A groan purred from his throat as she took him in her mouth. Severus let her continue. He wasn’t close, so he could just enjoy the experience. Her tongue teased his tip, and he closed his eyes to concentrate on the sensation.
“You taste like sex,” she murmured against him.
“I’m going to taste like your arse in a minute. Get on the bed. I want to get you ready.”
Her heart tried to escape, but her ribcage kept it contained. “How do you want me?” she asked as she scrambled over the mattress.
“On your knees. Bend over.”
Her tits touched the bedspread, feeling overly sensitive against the thick material.
“Lovely,” he murmured as he traced the lines marring her buttocks. His hands slid up her inner thighs, and a lone finger collected the nectar from between her lips. He tasted how much she wanted him. I’m going to make you love this. Palming her backside, Snape spread her wider. The cane had left her skin warm, and he could feel the heat against his lips as he trailed over the pink stripes.
His mouth was velvety wet on her sore flesh; the wisp of warm breath made goosebumps erupt across the backs of her legs. Her eyes went wide as his tongue lapped at her puckered entrance. Holy fuck! Now I know why he liked this so much.
She moaned and opened her legs further. Snape smirked against her cheek. She tasted clean. He could detect a faint scent of citrus from her soap as he pressed his nose to her tailbone. Licking softly at her hole, he listened to her come undone.
“Would you like more, pet?” he asked, keeping his lips to her skin.
A spastic tremble tore through her. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”
Severus picked up his wand and flicked it toward the pillows; they stacked themselves in the center of the bed. “Go lie over the pillows.”
Hermione crawled up the bed, draping her hips over the downy mound. Turning her head, she watched him climb in behind her and push open her legs so he could lie between them. His face pressed into her bum, and she bucked when his tongue found its target. It tapped and flicked over her twitching hole. When his tongue actually entered her, she groaned and rocked against the pillows, her hips laughing at her commands to stay still. Two fingers sank into her pussy, rubbing the spots he knew she liked best.
“Oh God, Severus, please!"
“Yes, pet?"
“I’m getting closer."
“Good.”
Snape got the jar of lube from the edge of the bed and dipped in two fingers. He held her open with one hand as he painted her hole with the slick gel. She let him enter with no objection, so he added the other finger. She pushed back to meet his hand.
“More?” he asked sarcastically.
“Yes, please,” she whimpered.
Three fingers slowly disappeared inside her tight entrance. Her muscles clenched around him, and he stopped, waiting for her to relax. “Let me in, love.”
Hermione willed her sphincter to relax; the tension in her bum traveled up her back. He sank deeper and whispered his approval against her backside.
When she didn’t tense again, he twisted his hand, making sure she could really handle three fingers before trying to get his dick inside her. She begged for more with a loud moan, and he pushed in harder, forcing her hips into the pillows. Staying deep, he pumped out a slow rhythm. “Do you like that, pet?”
“Gods, yes!”
She was ready for him. Severus climbed up and knelt over her, picking her up and turning her on her side. She stared back at him as though she were going to eat him alive. Scooping out a large amount of lube from the jar, he fisted his hand over his length, thoroughly coating himself. Keeping the lube close at hand, Snape lay down on his side behind her, and pulled her back into his chest.
“Are you ready, love?” he whispered into her hair.
She wiggled into him. “Yes. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
He re-lubed her opening then pulled her top leg up to her chest. “Tell me if it hurts. We’re not in a hurry here.”
She nodded, her pigtails tickling his chest and neck. Leaning back a little, Snape studied her cleft as he spread her cheeks with one hand and touched his glans to her hole. When he flexed his hips, she was so insanely slippery with lube his head sank in with relative ease. It was breathtakingly hot and tight inside. Once he got started, he let go of his cock and held her waist.
“Try to relax, love,” he whispered. “Breathe.”
Hermione inhaled and held in the air for a few seconds. She let it out in a long slow release, trying to exhale her nervousness. His knob was resting just inside her. It didn’t hurt (yet), but she was ready to jump out of her skin. His fingers massaged away the anxiety pooled in her lower back.
“That’s it. Let go.” Her twitching ring of muscles was unbearably tight. Every time she relaxed, he eased in another few millimeters.
Hermione let out a sigh. It really didn’t hurt. She felt stretched and full, but it wasn’t painful. He was going slowly, giving her body enough time to adjust to his size. His cock felt huge, but he kept whispering reassurances and stroking her back. She began to calm.
Severus was glad he’d already come once that night. It took all his patience and control to stay still inside her. She was taking it all extremely well, and he didn’t want to hurt her (he just wanted to move a bit more). His dick wasn’t even halfway in yet. This is going to take ages. He slid his hand up to her breast, toying with her nipple.
Letting go of her death grip on the comforter, Hermione grabbed hold of his forearm. It felt solid and strong under her fingers, calming her further. She just needed to hold onto him.
“Are you still all right, pet?"
She nodded.
“Do we need to stop?”
“I’m okay,” she managed to whisper.
When Snape held her closer, she sighed and stopped digging her nails into his arm. His fingers resumed their idle wandering, pinching lightly at her other nipple. Her anal muscles twitched in time with his plucking.
“We’re halfway there, love. Tell me how you’re doing.”
“It’s weird . . . but I can take more.”
Snape smirked and pushed her hair off her neck. Tilting his head, he nipped her. “You feel so good, love. I could stay here forever.” He couldn’t really. Staying still, halfway home, was draining his reserves of willpower; but he wanted her to know how much he was enjoying it. Trailing his hand down her belly, he flicked over her wet button. Her abdominals convulsed in a spasm of heat.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
He smiled and teased her clit. It was swollen and hard as a knut. His finger slipped back and forth over the little nub, drawing out the soft, wet sound of her passion. She rolled her hips, and he sank in deeper. Sweet Circe, she does like it.
When he touched her clit, it all came together for her. The burn in her arse swirled with the ache in her sex. Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head. She hadn’t even known she was close. Her body had been secretly saving up her pleasure only to unleash it in a sudden downpour.
“Oh gods,” she breathed. Bucking harder, she felt Severus sink in deeper. The stretch increased, but it only made her more excited. “I’m so close,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop.”
“Come for me, pet. You’ve waited long enough.” He used all his fingers and rubbed at the entire top half of her vulva, stroking her clit and lips back and forth in a steady rhythm.
“Unnnnnh.” She felt her orgasm rise up a steep cliff, and then she was free falling. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, and she shoved her bum back onto his cock, riding his rod as the release wrapped her in its warm embrace.
Severus felt her start to tighten around him and realized he’d forgotten to use his mirror. Damn. He felt around with his free hand for his wand and flicked it toward the corner. The mirror shot over to the side of bed. Her face appeared, and he watched as she grimaced and twitched, her eyes closed, mouth slack. Her arse felt as if it would squeeze him to death, pulsing around him like a hot, slick vice.
“Fucking hell, Hermione,” he muttered when she finally went still. “Tell me when you’re ready for more.”
“Ready,” she murmured breathlessly.
He laughed. “I think I’ll give you another minute, pet. Your heart’s still racing. I can feel your pulse thumping through your arse.”
Hermione closed her eyes again. “That was brilliant.” She pushed back into him and sighed. “Are you all the way inside me?”
“Not quite.”
“Please keep going.”
Severus took her at her word that she wanted more. Holding her hips in place, he pushed into her. Her hand came back to pull him closer, and his hips kissed her heated backside. He could go deeper if he got on top of her, but, for the time being, the depth was excellent.
“Okay, that’s good,” he sighed. “Do you want me to move or stay still?”
“Just give me a minute,” she panted. “Will you touch my clit again?”
Severus couldn’t hold back his grin. “Anything,” he whispered into her neck.
His lips and teeth marked the side her flushed throat as his finger returned to her pussy. After a minute of his slow torture, Hermione started grinding into him. She winced at the renewed burn but smiled at the twitch in her pussy. Yes!
Severus groaned as her tight ring dragged along his length. She was so bloody tight; the soft warmth of her body was magnificent. He went with her movements, sliding in and out of her in slow, careful thrusts. Releasing his flank, she held onto his arm again. He couldn’t tell if she was trying to keep his hand on her clit or if she was just holding onto him.
“Look at yourself, pet. You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.
Hermione opened her eyes and saw them moving in the mirror. How long has that been there? She couldn’t see enough of him. “Will you put it above the bed again? I want to watch you.” She felt the shaking of his silent chuckle against her back.
“If that’s what you want.”
Snape got his wand and floated the mirror above the bed, enlarging it again so she could see everything. Severus turned away after a few seconds. He enjoyed watching her but didn’t really like seeing himself.
“Fuck me, Severus. I want to see.” A quiet growl rumbled out, vibrating against her back. Hermione watched his swollen red length pull out then sink back inside. How the hell is he fitting inside me? The wet heat of his mouth sucked at her neck, distracting her internal musings. Letting go of his arm, she slid her hand up behind his head. “You look so sexy, Severus. Let me see it harder.”
He groaned. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
Her reflection stared back as his hips pump her red bum. The marks from the cane stood out in bright contrast to the dull discoloration of her old injuries. Hermione felt the heat of the rattan renew with each thrust. Finding her nipple, she watched her reflection pinch it between two fingers, writhing as the pleasure coursed through her.
He turned to the mirror to see what she was doing and just about blew his load. She was staring at him, one arm folded under her head, the other bent to her chest as she flattened her nipple between her fingertips. The heat in her gaze was unmistakable. “Are you ready to come again?”
“I think so.” She wasn’t totally sure. Sometimes the feeling slipped away, and she had start all over again.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
His voice made her wetter. She was close. “Oh God, you, Severus. You feel so good. I love it.”
“What do you need? I want to watch you come again.”
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Talk to me. Make me come with your voice.”
He took a deep breath, licking his lips, then rested his mouth directly behind her ear. She shivered when he breathed on her. “You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you? You love having your arse buggered like this. You know how I know that? Your wet little pussy told me. You hear that? It’s dripping all over my hand. I’m surprised the whole school can’t hear you.”
She moaned, bucking closer.
“Let’s see if you can squirt for me while I’m in your arse. It sounds as though you want to.” His fingers slid down, and he hooked them into her passage, his thumb keeping light pressure on her nub. Her pussy squished in wet agreement as he started to stroke her g-spot.
“Oh God,” she muttered, squeezing her eyes closed. Having him in both holes was intense; she didn’t want it to end.
“Mmm, that’s it. I want to feel your bum try to tear off my dick again. Come for me. I want the bed soaked. Show me how much you love having my cock in your arse.” Severus heard her whispering “fuck” over and over under her breath. He moved his hand faster. “Yesss. Listen to that. My wet little lioness loves being buggered. You loved that enema too, didn’t you? Nothing makes you wetter than giving yourself to me. You’re mine now.”
“Fuck! I’m coming!"
“Say my name.”
“Severus!" She made a strangled noise as her pussy clenched around his fingers. Her muscles contracted downward, pushing out her liquid release as he murmured his praise in her ear. He felt like an iron pole in her arse, hot and hard.
“Fuck,” she whispered again as she floated down.
Snape smiled as her body shuddered with an aftershock. His dripping hand came to her lips. “Taste yourself.”
Hermione didn’t hesitate. She sucked his fingers into her mouth. Salty sweet. She licked his palm clean.
“Bloody hell,” he groaned. “That’s my girl.”
“Please come in my arse,” she begged. “Leave yourself inside me.”
He liked the sound of that and didn’t want to fight his body anymore. His balls had practically crawled inside they were so tight.
Hermione watched him in the mirror. His muscles were tense with restraint. “Let go, Severus. I want it. I want everything you can give me.”
His teeth sank into her shoulder, and he shouted into her skin. He grunted as he came, his breath puffing across her skin in short deep gasps, his eyes flickering closed.
“Stay inside me,” she whispered as he went still behind her.
He nodded into her shoulder. Anything you want, pet. “Sleep now. We’ll go again later."
Hermione kept one eye half-open, staring at their reflection. His arm was slung around her waist, keeping her tight to his chest. She could feel the rhythm of his heart pounding behind her. She felt complete with him inside her.
“Was it everything you imagined, pet?” he murmured.
“Yes. Better even. Did you enjoy it?”
“Are you completely daft? Of course I enjoyed it.” He could feel her laughing even though she didn’t make a sound. Glancing up at the mirror, he saw her beaming at him. “Stop grinning at me like that, Miss Granger. You look demented.” He turned his face back into her hair. The bunches left the nape of her neck unprotected, and he ran his teeth over the tender, exposed skin.
A soft noise of pleasure spilled from her lips. “It’s called smiling, Severus. I won’t tell anyone if you want to try it sometime.”
Actually, he’d smiled more in the past couple of weeks than the rest of his life put together. He glanced back at her reflection, and she gave him a sarcastically dopey grin. The corner of his mouth twitched up. “Stop or I’ll take you back to the bathroom and put you over my knee again—teach you some nice, clean respect.”
Hermione couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she curled back into him.
Severus closed his eyes and was asleep in seconds, her laughing expression burned into the backs of his eyelids. He’d forgotten what happiness looked like. It didn’t match his decor at all.
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