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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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11 - All Night Long
Severus awoke a few hours later. His bedmate was on her back, her right leg trapped between his. He smiled at her sweet sleeping face. She looked peaceful. And well-fucked. One of her hands rested on her breast, the other precariously close to his sleeping cock, as if she’d fallen asleep reaching for it. He nudged her hand with his prick. “Wake up, pet.”
Hermione slowly blinked open her eyes. “Hm?”
“Come on, love. Let’s go take a bath,” he murmured.
She stretched like a cat, trying to wake up; and her hand flexed around his dick, which drew a sleepy smile to her face. “M‘Kay.”
“How does your bum feel?”
She grinned. “You were in it, you tell me.”
Severus shook his head, rolling his eyes. “I meant, are you sore?”
Hermione wiggled her hips and nodded. “I’m a bit sore. Nothing horrible. More like my bum is tired.”
“I’ll heal you.” He rolled out of bed. “Come along.”
Hermione rolled over his vacated warm spot and let him help her out of the bed. Holding her hand, he led her to the bathroom. While he filled the tub, she stood to one side, rubbing her arms to stay warm, shifting from foot to foot to avoid the frigid tile. The bulb was still in the sink from the night before, and she eyed it warily.
Snape started the tub then went to the sink to clean up. In the mirror's reflection, he saw her huddling and shivering in the corner. When he picked up the enema bulb, she looked away as if afraid she’d be called back for a demonstration. “Come here, Miss Granger.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
She crept over to his side, wanting to keep him amiable.
“Why so nervous, pet?”
“I don’t know what you’re going to do to me.”
“Ah. Have I ever done anything that you did not enjoy? That wasn’t a punishment,” he amended.
“That’s kind of a loaded question.”
“In what way?” he asked, kneeling down and pulling off her socks.
“In a . . . sweet Circe,” she muttered.
It took him a second to realize she was staring at his arm. Lifting it, Severus studied the bruise. It did look pretty bad. He’d been careful not to lie on it during the night so it wouldn’t ache, but he’d grown accustomed to the dull throb. Pain was an old friend.
“It’ll be fine,” he said, standing and checking it in the mirror.
Her fingers lightly traced over the bruised skin. Deep red and purple. It hurt her just to look at it. Hermione leaned forward and kissed the edge of his injury.
“What are you doing, Miss Granger?”
“Kissing it. Is it helping?”
Raising one critical eyebrow, Snape watched her kiss his arm again. He had to admit it felt nice. His skin tingled where her lips touched. She did it again. No one was ever really nice to him. He didn’t know how to react. “It doesn’t appear to be better.”
“Nonsense!” she retorted. “It’s making you feel better.” He was human not a robot; everyone needed caring, even bad-tempered Potions masters.
Severus was amused by her vehement assertion. “I guess you’re not hurting anything.”
Hermione smiled to herself and kissed him again. He’d never admit he liked her affection (or any affection for that matter), but he was going to have to get used to it if he wanted to keep shagging her. “Do you have anything to heal it?”
“I’m a bloody Potions master, of course I have something to heal it.”
Hermione wasn’t scared off by his gruffness. She knew it was a cover. Pleasure he knew how to handle, but nurturing wasn’t so easily accepted. She didn’t want to upset him. With a soft kiss, she whispered, “May I put it on you?”
“I suppose,” he muttered. Severus didn’t want to leave the warmth of her lips. Don’t let her see how much you like it. Turning away, he dug through a drawer and found a jar of Contusion Cream. He handed it to her with a distrustful look.
Hermione took the jar and smiled at him as she opened it. She gently patted the blue-green paste over his bruise, kissing around his arm as she worked. His expression made it clear he was waiting for something bad to happen.
“There,” she said, handing him back the jar. “Feel better?”
Yes. “No.”
She smiled. “Yes, you do.”
He didn’t respond, he just took the jar from her and put it away in the drawer. “Go get in the tub."
Feeling victorious, Hermione crossed the cold floor and climbed into the steaming tub. He got in right behind her, careful to keep his arm from going under the water. Before she could sit, he reached down and grabbed her foot. Hermione leaned back against the opposite side of the tub and bit the smile off her lips as he started to massage her toes.
“You didn’t answer me, Miss Granger. In what way was that a loaded question?”
She sighed, not really knowing how to answer. It was complicated. “I’m not sure." She winced as he pressed a sensitive spot on her sole. “Sometimes the pain adds to the pleasure, makes it different . . . exciting. But sometimes it just hurts. I don’t know if I really like it when it hurts that much, but I get wet anyway . . . which makes me feel a bit barmy.”
He squeezed the sides of her foot, and she moaned and grabbed onto his shins so she wouldn’t slide under the water.
Hermione went on, “I like it when you take control. I don’t think I’d like the pain as much if it wasn’t you causing it.” His hands let go of her left foot and picked up the right. Strong fingers ran up her arch and pressed under the ball of her foot. She had no idea her feet ached so much until he rubbed away the tension.
Severus watched her. She got more relaxed the longer he worked on her. It was good she was admitting she liked his control. There were plans to push that a little further in the near future.
“Severus?”
“Yes, pet.”
“When will you bugger me again?”
“Maybe tomorrow morning. Maybe a week from now. Do you want it again?”
“Once I’m healed, yes.”
“I think we’ll wait a bit. I want you desperate for it.”
Hermione squirmed against the tub. I’m already there, and you know it.
“Stand up,” he said, releasing her foot. “I want to watch you wash yourself.”
She didn’t know such a simple request could make her so excited. Hermione stood and looked around for a flannel.
“Use your hands,” he said, resting his arms along the edge of the tub and settling back for the show.
With the bar of soap, and a handful of bravery, Hermione worked up a lather and started at the top. His gaze made her even warmer than the water. No matter how cold his black eyes might seem to everyone else, to her they were like dry ice, burning her until she smoldered.
When she drew her hands over her stiff nipples, her body jolted under his watchful eye. His lip twitched in amusement, and Hermione wanted to lick the smirk off his face. Having him stare at her was nerve-wracking. The feel of his eyes caressing her body was almost tactile.
Her hands slid down her stomach. Severus watched her soapy fingers comb through her pubic hair then part her petals. White, foamy rivulets slid through her pink folds, frothing the garden in snow. He wanted to spread her wide and watch her finger her flower until she watered it properly. Look at that little clit. She's so ready.
Hermione turned her back to him and started soaping her bum.
“Bend over. Let me see.”
Her pussy was suddenly slicker. Well, that was quick. Now all he has to do is stare at me and talk, and I’m ready to jump him. That’s helpful. Putting one hand on the edge of the tub, she used the other to rub the suds through her crevice. The bubbles soaked away the sticky remains of his seed.
Hermione faced him then sat down in the water and rinsed herself. He watched her with a sharp eye as she ran her fingers through her folds.
When she seemed to be taking too long rinsing her clit, Severus nudged the soap dish with one toe. “Now me.”
She slowly smiled. “I get to wash you? Everywhere?”
Her endless enthusiasm and awe were enough to break any man. She made it sound as if she couldn’t believe her luck. He smirked. “Everywhere you might want to put your mouth.” Her smile morphed to a leer even as she blushed.
Severus didn’t know if he preferred watching her expression or her hands as she worked. Her cleansing was almost reverent, her soft hands stroking and wandering over his chest then down his torso. When she got to his sex, he thought she was going to drown herself trying to get her face closer. Soft hands moulded his balls underwater, smoothing along the seam at the back before massaging away the slick soap. Her sudsy fingers slipped between his cheeks, and he growled softly when she wiggled one finger inside. His cock was like stone by the time she got to it.
Hermione pumped his bobbing erection. The soap kept rinsing away, thwarting her smooth pace. She wanted to yank his hips up out of the water and suck his cock into her mouth. Just checking that it’s clean, sir.
Things were getting too heated for the tub. Snape didn’t want to come anywhere but inside her. He needed to move things along. “I believe I’m spotless now, Miss Granger.”
She smiled.
“No sense in being too thorough. I’m sure I’ll be covered in your fluids in less than an hour anyway.”
“I can’t wait.”
He knew she was being totally honest and it amused him to no end. “Let’s see if you’re still saying that in twenty minutes.”
Hermione watched him get out of the tub, suddenly anxious what the night might bring. He helped her out and got a towel. After patting her dry, he ran his wand over her to get anything he’d missed then dried himself. When he sat in the chair, just like he had earlier, she got even more nervous.
“Over my knee, Miss Granger.” If her steps were any smaller she’d have been walking backwards. Snape ran his hand up the back of her leg and nodded at his lap. “Hurry up.”
She gave him one last worried look then did as he said.
“Stop looking so scared, I’m just healing your bum,” he said, opening the blue jar.
Hermione relaxed as he spread her cheeks. Cold gel touched her anus then his finger was slowly sinking inside. He may have called it healing, but she called it teasing. Heavenly teasing. Spreading her legs wider for him, she sighed happily, hoping to stay across his knee forever if that was how he was going to touch her.
“All right, you’re done." He pulled his finger free. “Get up.”
She didn’t want to get up, but she did it anyway. Arguing seemed unwise when he seemed to be in a decent mood . . . for him. Hermione stood at his side, waiting for him to take her back to bed.
He flicked his wand at the drawers, and a roll of bandages flew into his hand. “Wrap my arm, pet. I don’t want this stuff rubbing off.”
“Yes, sir.”
He lifted his arm, and she circled it several times with the bandages. When Hermione was sure the injury was properly covered, she told him, and he used his wand to cut the material and fix it securely to his arm.
He didn’t look at her. “Thank you.”
She whispered, “You’re welcome," and bit her lips to keep from smiling.
“Are you ready to be my good girl?”
Oh God, so ready. “Yes, sir.”
“Go sit on the bed and wait for me.”
Hermione nodded and left him with one last backward glance, a wave of butterflies suddenly fluttering loose in her belly. His voice had sounded darker with that last command. It was a tone that brooked no cheeky reply. It made the butterflies swarm, but it also made her want to hump his leg like an obsessive puppy. She sat on the bed and waited.
After a minute, Severus strolled in, stark naked (which Hermione appreciated), and went to the dresser. She couldn’t quite make out what he was retrieving. When he came back and stood before her, she saw four thin strips of leather in his hand like little belts. She wasn’t thick, she knew what they were. He was going to restrain her in some way. Maybe to the bed . . . or the wall. That was a mystery her pussy seemed eager to solve. I’m going to leave a wet spot on the bed.
Severus didn’t say a word as he affixed the restraints to her limbs. He could hear her breathing pick up as each band was put in place. Both wrists, both ankles. She looked striking. “On your hands and knees in the middle of the bed.”
That same tone. It made Hermione shiver as she got into place. He leaned on the bed next to her and pushed her chest lower, pulling her left hand beside her. She realized he was attaching the wrist cuff to the ankle cuff. Testing the give while he fastened her right side, she found there was almost no wiggle room.
“Arse in the air. Higher. Good.” Snape gently parted her pussy. Very good, he smirked. “How do you feel, pet?”
Hermione was balancing on her face and shoulders, not comfortable but not in pain. She felt exposed and on the verge of vomiting up a whole herd of butterflies, but her pussy was running like a faucet. “Um . . . I’m scared, sir; but . . . I’m not hating it.”
Chuckling silently at her admission, Severus was delighted that she hadn’t panicked. “I can see that. I’m going to get the riding crop. Don’t go anywhere.”
She could hear the laughter in his voice. Ha ha. Very funny.
Snape didn’t just get the riding crop; he got the little paddle, her plug, the nipple clamps and a ball gag too. He wanted to see where the night might go. Setting everything at the foot of the bed, he climbed up next to her and lay on his side, resting his head where he could see her face. “Are you enjoying your new position, Miss Granger?”
Her lips opened but nothing came out for a second. “Yes, sir,” she answered in a quaking voice.
“Good. You’re going to be here a while. Which would you like first, the clamps or the crop?”
“The riding crop, sir.”
“Then we’ll start with the clamps.”
Hermione whimpered as he started teasing her right nipple, getting it stiff and ready.
“I’ve increased the tension a bit more this time, pet. Do you think you can take it?”
She turned her face into the bed. The shining silver suddenly looked more menacing, the black rubber tips more evil. “I’m scared.”
“I know you are, pet. Will you do as I ask even though you’re frightened?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
He placed one clamp around her right nipple and slowly let it close.
Her back tensed, and she pushed her face into the comforter and yelled. “Holy fucking hell, that hurts! Please take it off! I was wrong. I can’t take it!”
“Just give it a few minutes, pet. Give your body a chance to get used to the pain.”
“Oh God!” It hurt far more than her previous experiences with the clamps. It felt as though he was tearing off her nipple . . . or stabbing her. She kept yelling into the bed as he started plucking at the other side. “Fuck! Please don’t do the other one. Please. It hurts too much.”
“I can’t leave you uneven, pet. That wouldn’t be right.”
Hermione didn’t feel much pleasure from his soft teasing; all she could think about was the pinching pain in her right tit. It was consuming her. The other clamp closed around her left side, and she let out a wail.
“Dammit, Snape! Please take it off,” she cried.
“I said give it a few minutes.”
Her face turned into the bed, and she let out a sob. She felt him get behind her, and his fingers parted her folds. If he would touch her clit, she might be able to withstand it.
“Your pussy is wetter than ever, pet. Are you sure you don’t like the pain just a little?”
“Damn you. I can’t control it!”
He smiled. “Watch your mouth, Miss Granger. I don’t like how aggressive you’re getting.”
“Really? Because I’m having a fucking ball over here,” she snapped back.
Biting the grin off his lips, he forced himself to sound serious. “That’s two, Miss Granger.”
“Two what?” she hissed.
“Two minutes with the paddle. Are you going to go for three?”
Screaming into the bed, she cursed him in her head. Hermione felt the riding crop pat her bum, and she turned her head to one side so she could breathe. The tongue slapped her, making one spot flare to life.
“Can you work through the pain, Miss Granger, or will you give up? Count for me. Say thank you. Prove to me you’re worth my cock.”
Oh, you are tricky. He knew she couldn’t pass up the chance to meet his challenge. Why couldn’t she let his words leave her unaffected?
“One. Thank you, sir,” she ground out through her teeth.
Grinning at her, Snape slapped her bum again.
“Two. Thank you, sir.”
Severus kept that swats slow, letting the heat build between each one. When she got to ten, she no longer sounded as if she wanted to kill him. He went on until she got to twenty. “Excellent, Miss Granger. How do your nipples feel now?”
“They hurt like hell, you fucking bastard,” she muttered into the bed.
His eyebrows rose. “What was that, Miss Granger?”
“Nothing.”
“It didn’t sound like nothing. It sounded like five minutes with the paddle.”
“Oh God, I’m sorry. I swear! I didn’t mean it. I’m just in pain.”
“I understand that. I’m hoping we can work past that pain to the point where you are in control of yourself no matter the circumstances. Life is painful. Will you let a little discomfort rule you, or will you rule it? I wouldn’t be here right now if I had succumbed to the thrall of pain. Concentrate, Miss Granger. Control your thoughts.”
Her face turned back into the bed, and she started crying. What a fucking guilt trip. Hermione knew what he’d been through in his past, the pain he had endured. Were nipple clamps even in the same league? She felt weak and ashamed. Turning her head to one side, she blubbered out an answer through her tears.
“What? I can’t understand you, Miss Granger.”
Taking a deep breath and sniffing the snot up her nose, she said it again more clearly, “I’ll do it for you.”
It was what he was hoping for, but the words made him feel both satisfied and sad. He wanted to take care of her and make her hungry for his touch; but he loved that she was willing to take the pain for him. Reaching out his hand, he ran his fingers over her blotchy red backside. “Good girl. I’ll take off the clamps in a minute.”
Hermione sighed in relief. She felt bad for shouting at him. Her nipples were like two stabbing spurs, but she could block them out if she tried. A shaky breath escaped, and she tried to look at him. “I’ll wear them longer if you want.”
“That’s not necessary, pet. I don’t want to cause any damage that needs serious healing. Just take your punishment like a good girl, and I’ll be happy.”
Hermione knew whatever paddle he had chosen was going to hurt like hell, but she was willing to suck up the pain if that was all it took to please him. After a minute, as promised, he unclipped her nipples. Burning flooded her chest. Burying her face in the comforter, she shouted.
“It’s okay, pet. Scream if you need to.”
Her head shook no. She’d tough it out. Turning her face toward him, she panted through the rest of the pain. A hand stroked her cheek, and she opened her eyes to find him lying next to her, wiping the tears from her face.
“That was excellent, Miss Granger. Would you like the paddle now, or would you like to wait?”
“I’d like it now, sir.” She wanted to get it over with.
He nodded. “I’d like you to try something while I paddle you.”
She didn’t know how much more she could take in one night. “Is it something painful?”
Smiling softly, he shook his head. “No, just very submissive.”
Hermione nodded in agreement. “Okay.”
Severus got the ball gag and showed it to her. Her eyes got a little bigger, but she didn’t object. Her mouth opened wide when he held it to her lips, and he put it in place, securing the strap behind her head. Sitting back, he took in the sight.
“Bloody hell, love,” he murmured. “You look gorgeous."
She couldn’t really smile with the gag in her mouth, but she blushed at the compliment. It was a little uncomfortable, but it didn’t hurt her. If he fancied it, she’d wear it whenever he wanted.
He saw her hips roll, searching for friction. She likes it. He stared into her eyes, observing her thoughts. Bloody hell. The gag excited her, but she was even more turned on by his reaction to it. That was disturbingly touching. “I’ll fuck you after the paddle, pet. Would you like that?”
She nodded emphatically.
“Good. Yell all you want while you’re wearing that. Five minutes is a long time. I don’t expect you to stay quiet.”
He got the paddle, and Hermione could see it was the small one. She was only slightly relieved. He knelt beside her on the bed, and suddenly the hard wood cracked against her skin. The sting was intense. He went slower than usual for a punishment. Maybe he thought she couldn’t handle five full minutes of fast paddling, or maybe he just didn’t want to wear out his arm. Whatever his reasons, she was grateful.
Severus watched her bum twitch with each hit. A little spot of white blinked into her skin then slowly turned pink. Lovely. Her bottom was already primed from the riding crop. He was just deepening the red. Her globes were a fuchsia garden. He hit the other cheek and watched the garden bloom.
She had no idea how long he’d been whacking her with that paddle, but it felt like twenty minutes. Minimum. Tears streamed down her face, and she groaned around the ball in her mouth. When he finally stopped, she sobbed in relief.
Her arse looked wonderful. A fine wine. She was shining in all her glory, a river glistening between her thighs. He hadn’t stimulated her slit in the slightest. It was all from the paddle, gag, and restraints. The humiliation. The submission. Severus knelt down next to her and looked at her tear-stained face. “Punishment’s over . . . unless you have something else you’d like to say.”
She violently shook her head no.
Snape smirked. “Can you feel how wet you are, pet? Your cunt is gleaming. Would you like me to fuck you now?” Her nod was delirious. He could see the drool running around the ball. “Would you like me to remove your gag?”
She stared at him for a long few seconds then shook her head.
His face broke into wide grin. “No? Very well. I’ll leave it on for now. But I want to hear you coming. You'd better warn me when you’re close.”
How the hell am I supposed to do that?
Leaning forward, he kissed her sweaty forehead then got up and knelt behind her. The head of his cock pressed at her slit, and he groaned as he rubbed through her lubrication. They could both hear her pussy coating him. Severus pushed into her wet heat with a sigh. He’d been imagining fucking her in that very position for the past two weeks. She made a sound of relief around her gag, and he smiled. I’m not the only one dying for it.
Hermione felt his balls tap her clit and moaned louder. Her bum was on fire, and he just kept stoking it. His hips bumped her roasted flesh. She couldn’t think. Her head was numb. All that mattered was that he kept fucking her. He didn’t disappoint.
Severus tried to slow down his thrusts, but the effort was wasted. Every whimper shifted his hips into a new gear. Her muffled cries mixed with the slippery sound of her sex, blending into a duet of lust, his balls keeping time against her clit; he didn’t want the tempo to drag. She suddenly made a panicked noise behind her gag.
“Already, pet?” He stopped to unfasten the strap.
She groaned in frustration when he paused. “Please, sir. I’m close” Her mouth wouldn’t work; she sounded drunk.
“I know,” he said, starting to thrust again. “I can hear it.”
Hermione rubbed her face against the bed, trying to work the stiffness from her jaw. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her back onto his cock, thrusting home. Her bum was a heatwave, and it met in a warm front with her pussy. Her eyes closed, and she let the rhythm of his pounding take control of her body. If her pussy hadn’t been aching to such a degree, she would have found the steady beat relaxing; instead, it felt as though she were a spring-loaded trap being set to snap. Hermione could only stay in that state for so long before the tears would start falling. “Please, sir!”
“Come for me,” he panted.
He reached around and rubbed her clit. It was just enough to push her over. Her muscles started to clench, and her pussy grabbed at him, holding him captive. She let out a long wail as her lower body spasmed and shook, so relieved that the trap had sprung.
“Good God, girl! You’re killing me,” Snape growled. He’d been holding back, but the feel of her convulsing pussy dragged him overboard. His balls clenched, and he let out roaring grunt as he came deep inside her, pulling her even harder against himself as the release shot from his cock. Completely out of breath, he pulled out of her quickly in his haste to lie down. Her gutted gasp made his stomach seize.
“Sorry, love,” he whispered, chest heaving. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Hermione watched him collapse on his belly next to her. He unclipped her left arm and leg then reached through and got the other side. Relief and disappointment fought for control in her head as she regained her freedom. Before she could sink down, he pulled her on top of him so she straddled his hips, her head resting on his good shoulder.
Snape dug around for his wand and sent all the paraphernalia to the chair so they wouldn’t kick it off the bed. He stroked her back, whispering words of praise in her ear until she calmed.
Hermione was floating. Her nipples hurt, and her bum burned, but it all seemed very disconnected and far away. His voice was the only thing keeping her present. She wanted to sleep, but she also wanted to keep listening to him talk.
“You did so well tonight, pet. I’m proud of you. Are you all right?”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured in a tired whisper.
“I know how wet you were, but did you enjoy what we did tonight?” This was it. She would either admit that she wanted this side of him, or she’d deny it and they would languish.
“The nipple clamps were too tight,” she muttered.
He looked down at her curly head; her bunches were in debauched disarray. “What about the restraints?”
She buried her face in his shoulder so he couldn’t see her blush. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, again.”
He chuckled. “And the ball gag?” He already knew the answer to that one.
“Yes.”
He smiled. “The paddle?” A sleepy groan hummed against his chest.
“That hurt a lot. I didn’t like it tonight. But I do like making you happy.”
“You do, pet. You looked magnificent trussed up on the bed with your bum bright red. I wanted to come all over your face when I saw you with that ball gag in your mouth.” He could feel her smiling into his shoulder. Turning his head, he kissed her temple. “Go to sleep. We’ll go again in the morning.”
Her eyes closed, and she let him roll her onto the bed. She watched through weighted lids as he removed the cuffs from her arms and legs. Her limbs felt floaty with them gone. He pulled her against him, kissing her face and whispering something about her sweet pussy. He pulled her leg over his hip and tickled her chest with his fingertips.
She was asleep in less than a minute.
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Severus awoke just after dawn. She was wrapped around him with her face buried in his chest. He hadn’t had any nightmares during the night. Maybe she kept them away. Or maybe I was too tired to dream. Whatever the reason, he was relieved.
There was some serious morning wood happening under the blankets; he groaned in his head. Seriously? After two times in one night? He wanted to let her sleep, but fucking sounded like a grand plan. What a lovely dilemma. His hands slid down to feel her bum, and she woke, her eyelashes fluttering open next to his nipple. “Awake, pet?”
“MmMmm,” she moaned.
“Are you ready for my cock again?”
“I need the loo first,” she muttered into his chest.
“Go. I’m not into golden showers.” There was an amused smirk on her face as she stumbled out of the bed and padded off to his bathroom. He enjoyed her naked parade to the loo and pumped his prick a few times to test its durability. Adamantine. Wonderful. At least it could be put to good use with her around.
The toilet flushed, and he heard the sink running. She came back out after a couple of minutes. Her hair was smoothed down somewhat, and it looked as if she’d washed her face.
He was still under the covers, and Hermione stopped in her tracks, staring at him, wanting to remember how he looked at that very moment: the sleepy relaxed expression, the fuckable smirk at the corner of his mouth, the mischievous glint in his eye. He was covered to the hips, his chest bare, tempting her with possibility. She wanted to tear off that damn blanket and rub herself all over his body.
Severus saw her stop and stare. “Something on your mind?”
A grin slowly spread across her face as she walked closer. “Yes, sir.”
He pushed down the sheets so she could see his erection. “Anything I can do for you?”
Her grin widened. “Yes, sir.”
“Come lie across my lap. I want to see how you’re doing first.”
Hermione climbed up and rested her belly against his bare legs. He was warm from the blankets; still, she shivered when his hands parted her cheeks. One finger traced over her hole, drawing a happy sigh from her.
Snape smirked when she opened her legs wider. Her anus no longer looked irritated and swollen. She was healed for further play (at least internally). “How does your bum feel?”
“Which part?” she grinned.
“The part bruised from the paddle.”
“Extraordinarily sore.”
He touched her twitching rosebud. “And this?”
“Sooo good, sir.”
He smiled. “Where would you prefer my cock this morning, in your pussy or your arse?”
“Will you fuck my pussy and then my arse?” she asked hopefully.
Snape forced his face to remain stoic despite his amusement. “You seem to be forgetting your place, Miss Granger. That is not how you beg me properly.”
Hermione grinned broadly. “Please sir, please, fuck my pussy and then bugger me till can’t feel my legs. Pleeeease.”
“That’s better. Get on your back. I want to put in your plug first.”
That sounded like a fabulous plan to her too; she scrambled around and got on her back, staring up at the mirror still floating above the bed.
“Hold back your legs for me,” he purred, summoning her plug and the lube.
Hermione pulled her knees to her chest. This looks far naughtier than I ever dreamed. He pushed a pillow under her hips, angling her for an even more revealing view. Her bum looked frightful. Purple and red. Sitting was going to be torture. He smeared cold lube over her newly deflowered hole and slipped one finger inside. She gripped the back of her knees, desperate for more.
“Look at this penitent little bottom,” he smirked, running his fingertips over her bruises.
Hermione’s face flamed. He had a way of saying things that made her pussy wet with humiliation.
Snape loved the red flush in her face; he knew exactly what his words did to her. Settling down between her legs, he lapped at her clit as he eased her plug inside.
Her hips almost bucked off the pillow. “Gods! Your tongue is bloody amazing,” she panted. His chuckle rumbled against her sex.
“Be sure and tell Draco that part,” he smirked up at her.
Her fingers went to her nipples, brushing over them carefully. They still felt incredibly sensitive, as if an electric current were running through them. “I will if you want. I wasn’t really planning on telling him anything though.”
“Give him something, love. He’s lonely.”
She’d never really though of Draco as lonely. “Is he?”
Severus didn’t particularly want to think about Malfoy just then (and didn’t want her thinking about him either), but telling her might make things easier later. “Why do you think he spends so much time studying with you? Blaise is his only remaining friend. And I’m fairly certain you are the only witch who’s touched him since the war.”
Hermione felt bad for the Head Boy. He did spend a lot of time alone in the common room. He had Quidditch, but the more she thought about it, he was probably only on the team because his father paid for everything.
Snape went on, licking her clit between thoughts. “I want you to tell him if he asks. I know it embarrasses you, but I know it turns you on as well. You like that someone besides me knows what a dirty girl you are.” He pushed the plug to its widest point and twisted it round. “Tell me the truth. You enjoy telling him, don’t you?”
“Only when you make me.”
“So you like it when I make you tell him embarrassing things?”
“Oh God, that sounds awful. No. Um . . . I like doing what you tell me.”
He smiled. “I want you to tell him that you want him to watch you get punished.”
Her hands flew to her face, covering her eyes. “I don’t want Draco to watch me get punished.”
His free hand held her puffy lips open so he could see how wet she was. Almost there. “I think you do. You don’t like secrets, Hermione. You love it that he thinks about you sexually. You don’t need to make excuses; I know you don’t think about him when you’re alone at night. But you got excited showing him your caned bottom, didn’t you? You fancy having a witness to your bravery.”
The plug stretched her but not in a painful way; she watched him filling her arse in the mirror. “I don’t want to cry in front of him,” she said, trying to explain her reluctance. “It’s different with you. There’s nothing you don’t already know—nothing you haven’t seen. You like me despite my dark side. Hell, you like me because of my dark side. Draco’s different. He . . . I don’t know. He doesn’t care.”
Severus was intrigued by her logic. It was true that he already knew (and encouraged) her darkest fantasies, but they didn’t need to let Draco in on everything. He just had to get her thinking about exposure as soon as possible. He had bigger plans than just letting Draco watch. “I think you’re wrong, pet. I think Draco does care for you—in his own way. If you let him see you in a vulnerable state, I think he’ll care for you even more. I want you to see what it’s like to have someone watch you in a humiliating situation. He’s a good choice for us right now. I’m asking you to do this for me. I think you’ll enjoy it.”
Damn. How can I say no when he keeps making me feel like this? “If I don’t like it, what happens?”
You’ll like it. “You’ll never have to do it again.”
Hermione sighed. “Okay, I’ll tell him. What should I say?”
“Tell him to come with you Friday. Ten o’clock.”
“Should I say why?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
“Fine? Is that how you talk to me now? You are getting far too familiar, Miss Granger.” He just wanted an excuse to use the riding crop on her again. It would leave her soaked, and he wanted to dive into that pool.
“I didn’t mean it like that, sir.”
“Too late, Miss Granger.” He summoned the thin black crop into his hand. “Kiss it.”
Her face was hilarious; it took all his willpower not to laugh. She looked angry, but her eyes darkened and her cheeks turned red. Snape held it to her lips, and she kissed it quickly then wiped her mouth. “No. Kiss it like you mean it. I want to see your tongue.”
Hermione let out a tense huff, but did as he asked, her tongue creeping out to meet the leather. She kept her eyes on him the whole time.
His grip tightened around the handle as he imagined her lips against his cock. “That’s better,” he whispered. “Thank me for each hit.”
She slowly nodded and then watched him in the mirror. The leather cracked against her bum. “Thank you, sir.”
He went on and on. Burning little red spots into the least damaged areas of her skin. Her replies became more heated until she began to sound as if she were drugged.
“I think that’s sufficient for the offense. Would you like me to stop?”
Bloody hell, I don’t. Dammit. She did NOT like the pain. But what he was doing wasn’t so bad. It only stung in small little spots, and the heat seemed to be transferring immediately to her pussy. “Please, sir, I can take more.”
“Where?” he asked with a leer.
Her eyes went wide. “Everywhere,” she whispered. Oh shite, why did I say that? Think before you talk, Hermione. What is wrong with you?
The leather smoothed over her burning skin then tapped at her pussy lips. “Look at me,” he murmured.
She did. His expression made her wetter. The flat loop of leather ran over her breast. When it brushed her over-sensitized nipple, she hissed. He teased her other breast, leaving both her tips feeling like electrical conductors. He lightly slapped one, and her mouth fell open. It was more fire than pain. Hermione watched her traitorous tip swell and pebble in response.
Snape trailed down the center of her torso until he reached her pubic hair. “Hold yourself open for me, pet.”
She couldn’t do it fast enough.
Severus ran the soft leather through her folds, teasing her opening. His wrist flicked, and the tip struck her inner lips, the wet sound smacking through the room. Her snatch shone pink and red, a lovely complement to the black of the crop. When he slapped her clit, she looked him in the eye, begging for more. His cock twitched against this thigh. Her soft sighs and moans were driving him mad. The fire in her eyes went straight to his groin, making him want to plow into her until she screamed.
The keeper met her pussy one last time then he cast it aside and lay against her. Snape wanted to see her lust up close. Her legs wrapped around him and forced him tighter to her core, bathing him in heat. Brushing his length along her slit, he held her gaze. Her eyes became unfocused, and she whimpered up at him. “What do you want, pet?”
“I need you inside me, Severus. Please.”
He smirked. “Don’t come until I tell you.”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Pushing his aching glans down to her entrance, Severus watched her face go from needy to rapturous. Her hands grasped at his back when he started to move inside her.
Hermione whispered, breathless with relief, “Yes! Thank you, sir. So good.”
His head bowed, and he nipped her pulse before deciding on a good spot and going to work. The harder he marked her throat, the more she bucked beneath him. He growled into her neck, her passion adding to his own. His hips went faster, increasing to a fierce cadence.
“Please. I need to come, sir. Let me come for you,” she panted into his shoulder.
Fuck. “That’s my girl. Come for me, love. Say my name. Let me hear it, nice and loud.”
Her pussy released a wave of moisture as her climax crested. “Severus!” she shouted, her back arching off the bed. Hermione let the spasms take control of her body and went along for the ride.
Snape bit down hard as she rode out her orgasm. Fuckfuckfuck. He pulled back so he could see her face, letting her desire compound his own.
When her pussy finally calmed, she took in a deep breath; her eyes opened to find him staring at her.
“Are you ready for more, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” she gasped. Whatever he had to give her, she wanted.
He pulled out, careful to not cause her any discomfort. “Push out your plug, pet.”
Swallowing hard, she concentrated on bearing down and felt the metal stretch her hole.
He tossed it aside and summoned the lube. “Are you sure you want this, pet? We don’t have to do it. It’s not a requirement.”
“I’m sure,” she whispered.
“You’ll have to be more convincing than that,” he teased.
Her teeth bit her bottom lip as she thought. “I need you in my arse again, sir. Make me yours.”
“That was much better.” Sitting back on his heels, Severus opened the jar and smeared some of the gel over her hole before pushing two fingers inside.
Hermione moaned. Her eyes flashed up to the mirror, and she pulled her legs up to her chest to see more.
Snape groaned at her willing position. This is the best morning I’ve had in . . . ever. Applying a generous portion of lube to his throbbing erection, he prepared himself for entry. “I want you to tell me if anything hurts,” he warned as he placed the tip to her tiny hole.
She stared back at him, nodding. “Yes, sir.”
His jaw clenched as he entered her. So hot. She’s going to burn me alive. He pushed in slowly, watching her face for any signs of pain.
Her eyes flicked back and forth, going from his face to the mirror. The sight of him sinking into her was mesmerizing. Her gaze was glued to where their bodies met. The corresponding burn as he sank in made her wince, but her pussy leaked as though he were licking her clit.
Lifting her hips a little higher, he moved the pillow around so she’d be at a better angle. The creamy dew of her pussy glinted back at him, and he let out a ragged grunt. “Touch your clit, love. Don’t come yet. I just want you close.”
“Yes, sir.” Her hand slid down, middle finger grazing her nub.
Snape watched her twitch with excitement as she polished her pink pearl. Resuming his slow descent into her arse, he delighted in her hitched breathing and increased finger flicking. Oh gods! My little debauched arse angel. Wonders never cease.
“Are you enjoying yourself, pet?” he whispered, jaw tight.
“Yes, sir. I think I’m getting close again. May I come, please?”
We just started. “No, wait just a little longer.”
She moved her finger lower to tease her inner lips.
“Good girl. I’m almost in all the way.”
Hermione glanced up at the mirror and groaned louder. “Oh gods,” she whimpered, “Please may I come now, sir?”
“NO. I said wait.”
Her hand got even slower, tickling her swollen opening.
When he was buried to the hilt, he stopped and rested. Her muscles were jumping and shuddering around him. It was gloriously unbearable. Severus gently moved in and out a few times; her whimpered whine was a concerto of need. The hand on her pussy had gone totally still, unable to withstand any more teasing. Brushing her fingers with his, he whispered, “Take away your hand, pet.”
He slid two fingers into her slick pussy and curled them, finding the spot that made her grit her teeth. “All right, you may come now."
His fingers curled and shook inside her as he thrust into her arse. Hermione’s brain was gone. It was too much at once. Her entire lower body began to shake. He was staring at her, whispering encouragement as the muscles in her abdomen started trembling. The pressure grew to a roar then her pussy was streaming its adoration all over his hand. His fingers pulled out, and he strummed her clit back and forth as she yelled out a sound of tortured joy. Hermione felt a wet spot grow on the pillow beneath her, the fluid rolling down her crack. Her body quaked as her back pulled higher and higher off the bed.
Severus kept talking as she came, smiling to himself when she squirted all over his hand. Her juices flowed down her cleft and coated his cock, sluicing his path. Stroking her thigh, he tried to soothe her shaking body.
“Yes, love. That was excellent,” he murmured as she recovered. “Would you like to try it a bit harder?”
Her chest was still heaving from her orgasm, but her eyes snapped open. “I want it, but I’m scared.”
“Of it hurting?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll stop if you ask.”
Her head nodded slowly. “Okay,” she whispered. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
His heart dropped into his stomach. “Never. I want you to love getting reamed, not fear it. This will never be a punishment. Do you understand?”
Her shoulders relaxed a little, and she nodded. “Yes, sir, I understand.”
His hips sped up a little. “Your arse feels wonderful, pet, but we will only do this when you ask for it.”
Hermione swallowed hard and nodded again. “Whenever I ask for it?”
He moved faster, placing his hands on the bed. “No, only when I think you deserve it.”
Her brow lifted in consideration of that. She had thought he’d want to bugger her all the time now. He made it sound as if he was only doing it for her. Hermione didn’t believe that at all. He obviously loved it.
“Don’t you want my bum, sir?” She had to be sure.
His thrusts got harder. “Fuck!” Severus groaned, “Yes, pet, I want it. This hole is mine now. But it has to be because you want it, not because I want it.”
His words loosened the grip of fear in her belly. The restrained force in each thrust made her stomach flip. She wanted to kiss him and pet him. Tell him how much she wanted him. Stroke his hair and sit in his lap. Hug him. He wouldn’t let me.
When her hand reached up and stroked his chest, he sped up again. Snape was at about a five out of ten on the intensity scale. He didn’t want to lose himself. If she suddenly asked him to stop, he needed to be able to rein in his movements quickly.
Hermione’s eyes slowly opened and closed as he beat his hips against her bum. It didn’t hurt like she thought it would. It felt pretty damn good. There was still a burn, but the more she relaxed, the better it all felt. She wanted him to know what he was doing to her. Her head was screaming at her to tell him. “You feel so good, Severus.”
He stared back at her.
“Just a little harder,” she whispered. “Are you close?”
“Mm,” he grunted noncommittally. I’d be less close if you’d stop whispering at me like that.
“Please. I’d like to come again,” she begged.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Touch yourself. I want to see it.”
Her hand slid between them, swirling one finger over her clit. Bloody hell. She was ready to come again. I just got over the last one. The combination of her finger and his cock were a deadly duo. She was at her peak in less than a minute, the soft waves spreading through her sex, making her bum tighten around him even more. Her cry sounded raspy and raw. She’d been yelling too much recently.
Severus couldn’t withstand the strength of her climax. When her arse clamped around him, he went along with the tension in his balls. Her pulsing milked all he had as stream after stream shot into her soft tract.
Hermione watched his face as he came. He was whispering her name, his hips thumping her bum in several spastic jerks. “Thank you, sir,” she whispered.
His vision came back into focus, and he stared at her as he caught his breath. He didn’t know why she was thanking him. He liked hearing it though. “You’re welcome, pet.” Carefully, he pulled his softening cock from her bum. Removing the pillow from beneath her hips, he rested against her soft body. Her arms and legs wrapped around him to keep him from moving away.
Hermione pressed her lips to his shoulder and neck. She nipped and sucked at the tight muscles, wanting to mark him and declare him as hers. Even if he covered it with a concealing charm, they would both still know it was there.
Snape felt the burn at the side of his neck. He liked the bite of suction at his jugular, but he didn’t want to spend all morning checking that he’d hidden everything.
“Stop. I don’t want to have to cover any more,” he growled.
Hermione didn’t stop, but she did move lower where it wouldn’t show. Her lips found his collarbone, marking him again. He pulled her up and returned the favor.
“Yes, sir. Make me yours,” she hissed as he bruised her skin.
He got more insistent, leaving another bite closer to her neck.
“Please, lower,” she groaned. “Mark my tits.”
“Fuck,” Snape muttered into her neck. He wanted to cover her with his signature. His lips found the side her breast, near the dusky pink of her nipple, marking her soft skin. He didn’t let go until she cried out. Severus moved lower, down her body, just above her patch of pubic hair. Sucking hard, he left another bruise. She was running her hands through his hair, urging him to continue as he went lower.
Parting her legs, he started on her inner thigh. His teeth sank into her, making it sting. Hermione loved it. His lips moved to her other thigh and marked her again.
“More, pet?”
“Yes, sir. Please!”
He went up the side, under her hip bone, and left his calling card. When Snape saw his come dribbling from her tiny, tired hole, he smiled. He found her plug and gently eased it in.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Leave that there for a few hours. I want my seed inside you while you eat breakfast.”
She let out an agreeable moan as he pushed her legs back toward her chest. His lips went to her sore sweet spot, and the suction returned. He moved closer to her plug, where the cane and paddle hadn’t discolored her flesh. When his teeth nipped into her skin, her pussy twitched, and she jerked in pleasure. “May I make myself come, sir?”
He laughed against her bum before pulling away. “Again?”
“Yes, sir.”
“No, pet,” he said darkly.
She slapped her hands over her face with a whimpered growl.
“But if you ask nicely, I will make you come again.”
Her hands slid down as a grin broke through. “Please, sir. It’s always better when you do it.”
“Spread wide, pet.”
She opened her legs, inviting him in. Her pussy was an interesting mixture of spunk and honey. Severus licked her clean, his tongue teasing her clit until she bucked and rolled her hips against his face. Sliding his fingers inside, he pressed at her front wall. Her pussy was already making the telltale liquidy squelching sound that predicted her release.
She didn’t know she could come that fast. Her hips shot off the bed, her thighs tensing into marble. “Oh God!” she cried, riding his fingers and face. As she came down, spots floated before her eyes; the room was spinning.
“Bloody hell, Severus,” she muttered, wiping the sweat off her forehead.
He kissed her thigh then backed off the end of the bed.
“Where are you going?” she asked nervously.
“Shower,” he answered. “You may join me if you like. Although, I’d enjoy seeing you walk back to your room with my come and sweat all over you. It’s totally up to you.”
“I can’t walk. My legs are shaking.”
Holding out his hand to her, he pulled her into a sitting position. Snape dragged her to the edge of the bed and stood between her knees.
Resting her forehead against his chest, she sighed. Her body ached, and she loved it.
“Wait here,” he said, petting her head.
Hermione fell onto her back to wait for him, too exhausted to sit. He returned in half a minute.
“Here, eat this.” He held a chunk of chocolate out to her, leaning over her prone body and resting between her splayed legs.
She accepted it with a small smile. He stayed braced over her, observing her. Hermione used her other hand to stroke his chest hair. His eyebrow arched at her actions, but he didn’t stop her. Holding the chocolate to his lips, she offered him some. He took a bite. It felt as if she were feeding a wild animal; he might suddenly get spooked and bolt.
Severus watched her eat on his bed, his heart lurching dangerously when she fed him a bit of chocolate. It was too damn nice. He didn’t know how to work with nice. She held his gaze as she ate. Flitting into her head, he saw himself kissing her. He didn’t think it was good idea to leave her wanting. She might go elsewhere looking for what she desired if he didn’t provide it.
Hermione knew he was delving into her thoughts, but she didn’t mind. He’d already seen everything; there wasn’t anything left to hide. When he leaned closer, she swallowed the chocolate in her mouth and raised one eyebrow in a decent impression of him. His lip twitched, and she recognized his trying-not-to-smile face.
Snape pressed his lips to hers. She tasted of chocolate. Her hand snaked around his head and stroked the nape of his neck. Pressing in harder, he tickled the roof of her mouth and the inside of her lower lip. She moaned against him then gave him the same treatment. His dick twitched at the tickle, and he had to pull back to breathe.
Smiling softly, she took another bite of chocolate.
Dammit. Why do I like kissing her so much? Sneaky little witch. “Are you better yet, Miss Granger?”
She nodded.
He got the glass of pumpkin juice he’d brought over and showed it to her. “You have to sit up. If you’re going to choke in my bed, I want it to be on my cock, not juice.”
Hermione smirked and took his hand so he could pull her up again. She downed the whole glass in three gulps then handed it back. “Thank you.” Her voice still sounded raspy.
He nodded. “Don’t let go of me when you try to stand.”
Sliding off the edge of the bed, she held onto his arm to steady herself. When she was sure she wasn’t going to fall, she nodded up at him. “Okay.”
He took a step toward the bathroom, and she stumbled. Snape gave her look. “Really? You don’t seem okay.” He put his arm around her shoulder and slid the other under her knees, picking her up.
Hermione was in shock but threw her arms around his neck to hold on. He carried her into the bathroom and set her on the cold counter. She hissed when her skin touched the freezing marble. At least it’s numbing the bruises. It was obvious he was trying not to laugh at her wiggling as he retrieved a small jar from the cabinet. The contents looked like green honey. His hands rubbed the emerald slime from her ankles to her knees then up the back of her hamstrings. It felt warm and smelt a little funny.
“Okay. Try again.”
He lifted her off the counter and set her down. Her legs didn’t feel tight and shaky anymore. Hermione took a tentative step and then another. “Brilliant,” she said with a smile.
He put the jar away and went to the shower, dragging her along. Turning on the water, he pulled her under the spray with him. After a cursory cleansing of them both, he spent an inordinate amount of time rinsing her pussy and bum. She smiled when he wasn’t looking and bit her lips when he was.
Turning off the water, he dragged her out of the shower and dried her. Her body felt oversensitive as he rubbed her with the soft towel. Hermione let her eyes drift closed as he knelt before her and carefully patted her sex.
“I can’t dry you if you keep getting wet,” he murmured.
She smirked down at him, “I can’t stop getting wet if you keep touching me.”
Snape snorted softly. “Nonsense! You get wet when I’m not touching you at all.”
Chagrined, she looked away. “That’s because I’m thinking about you touching me.”
Standing, Severus looked down at her, musing over what a nice morning it had been. He kissed her again, teasing her until she moaned into his mouth. “Let’s get you dressed, pet. People will be getting up soon.”
She just nodded dumbly, wanting more. He took her back to his room and made Hermione stand by the fire while he sat in the chair and re-dressed her. Her knickers burned as he pulled them up. Luckily there wasn’t much to them.
Severus rubbed her pussy through the thin material. “Tell me what you’re going to tell Draco.”
“That I want him to watch me get punished Friday at ten.”
“I want you to show him those bites I left on you tonight.”
“What!”
“Give him something, love. Make his day a little brighter.”
The idea of Snape trying to brighten anyone’s day was totally unbelievable. “Yes, sir,” she replied, biting back a snicker.
“I want you to keep wearing your plug every night and in class with me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. I don’t want you to come until Friday.” Her look of horror almost made him laugh out loud.
“I can’t go that long. Please don’t make me.” She sank to her knees in front of his chair. “Please, sir. I’ll do anything. Just let me come once during the week. I’ll even come here and do it in front of you if you want.”
“No. I want you to prove to me that you can control yourself.”
She buried her face in his lap, and he stroked her head.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
She groaned. “Yes, sir.”
He smiled. “I knew you would. Now, come up here and kiss me goodbye.” Her face turned up to him, looking both distressed and pleased. She climbed into his lap, straddling him and grinding her gusset into semi-erect prick. Severus kissed her thoroughly. He loved the way she whimpered into his mouth. Her face was flushed when he finally pulled away.
“Go on,” he said with a sigh. “Don’t let anyone see you dressed like that.”
Standing with sorrow weighting her shoulders, she took out the elastics holding her hair and balled the whole thing into a messy bun. Then she lengthened her skirt and stepped into her shoes. After looking back at him one last time, she turned to leave.
“Come see me when you need a spanking,” he said to her back.
“Yes, sir,” she muttered. Hermione had no intention of coming in for a spanking. That would only make the wait seem longer. She knew he was already trying to drive her crazy, and it wasn’t even Monday yet.
Hermione got as far as the door when she turned and stomped back to him. His eyebrows rose in interest at her sudden fervor. Bending down, she kissed him hard on the mouth, her tongue barreling its way inside. Her hand palmed his balls then ran up over his prick. He made a small noise of surprise into her mouth.
She just needed something to get her through the week. That noise of desire might do it. If she couldn’t have him, he wouldn’t have her either. She left him staring after her in confusion.
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