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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 58471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter Eleven
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The club was really getting crowded and Hermione became frustrated when she found herself lagging further and further behind Snape’s tall, dark form. Sometimes, it sucked to be short. When she was finally able to break through the crowd, she found him waiting for her at the top of the stairs. He wasn’t simply waiting, though, his wand was tapping his leg impatiently and his eyes scolded her for falling behind. He suddenly looked like the foreboding Potions Master of her youth. It was a bit disconcerting. As usual, he was dressed in black. However, tonight he was wearing a black t-shirt that hugged every ripple and every muscle of his taut and defined physique. Now that she knew exactly what was under that shirt, she was hard-pressed to keep her breathing even. Keep it together, Hermione. Her stomach was full of fluttering butterflies, but she did her best to maintain a cool façade. After all, she was trying to prove a point.
When she was almost next to him, he turned from her and headed down the stairs. She maintained a close, but respectful and submissive, distance as she followed him. He stopped in front of door number seven on his right, tapping his wand against it. Despite looking like all the other, the door creaked loudly as though it were made of heavy wood with rusty hinges. He held it open as he gestured her inside. She noticed a sign hanging over the door as she passed through. “Restricted use. See Masters Snape or Malfoy for permission to enter.”
Hermione gulped and could practically feel the blood drain from her face as she glanced around. It looked like a true dungeon. The kind of dungeon that might be found in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. The floor was all cobblestone and the walls were slate and stone. Scattered sconces were the only light and caused dancing shadows to play visual tricks. She could hear the echo of dripping water and couldn’t imagine where it was coming from. As they walked further into the space, she began to decipher shadows from actual objects: a bench, a wooden table, a chair. However, it was what she came upon next that gave her pause… A pillory, an iron maiden, and a rack torture device. Holy hell!
She swallowed heavily, forcing herself to remember that Snape wouldn’t irreparably hurt her. This room was being used for intimidation, and she wasn’t going to let him get away with it. Hermione forced her eyes away from the sadistic tools of agony, instead meeting his deep coal eyes with her challenging caramel. She held his gaze while desperately trying to ignore the small voice that whispered in the back of her head. You aren’t ready for this intense level of play, Hermione!
“So, Miss Granger, do you know why I have brought you here?” She was standing stock-still, and he began to circle her like a vulture circling its prey. Merlin, if she didn’t feel as though she were the equivalent of roadkill right now. What have you gotten yourself into, you stupid witch?
His words were spoken clearly and meticulously, with each syllable slightly drawn out. His voice alone lit a fire within her belly, but his circling, predatory movements were causing an entirely different flutter. A welcoming flutter to a lower part of her anatomy.
Realizing he had actually asked her a question, she started to answer. Quickly, though, she stopped herself. He hadn’t given her permission to speak. They had not established any rules, so she would play it safe and do nothing without his permission.
She saw humor light in his eyes, even though his face remained stoic. “I never in my life thought I would ever have to say these words,” he shook his head in bemused bewilderment. “When I ask you a question, Miss Granger, I expect an answer.”
Unable to control her frustration at his unfair teasing, Hermione rolled her eyes and responded impatiently. “To scene with me…sir? To see if I can please you?”
Her gaze was met with a victorious gleam and a condescending smirk. “Incorrect, Miss Granger. I thank you for so easily demonstrating, with your eye rolling and disrespectful tone, how you are obviously in need of practice and training.”
Hermione felt her stomach fall to the floor. Fuck! Think Hermione! This is Snape, the master of belittlement and condescension. Don’t fall for his goading!
After an enjoyable minute of watching her internally scold herself, he continued. “I brought you here because you are clearly in need of a punishment, Miss Granger. A punishment for your severe disrespect, failure to listen, and overall presumptuousness.” Snape watched her for a moment, giving her a chance to absorb his words. “Do you consent? All you need to do is say no, and this will come to an end right now.”
The words ‘come to an end right now’ were more terrifying than the looming punishment. They sounded so final – eternal. She couldn’t bear it. She would die if he pushed her away. No, she wasn’t going to back down. She would not let him get away with his self-deception and denial. Not only did she know that she meant more to him than he wanted (or was able) to admit, she also knew he would never harm her. Hurt her, yes. Never outside the realm of their play, though. She was safe with him.
“I consent, sir,” Hermione replied, strength and confidence in her voice. She felt a twinge of pride when she noticed the spark of surprise that flashed behind his eyes. If Snape thought he would scare her away by bringing her to this medieval torture cave and verbally chastising her, then he clearly didn’t know whom he was dealing with.
After a second’s pause, he gave her a slight nod. “Very well, Miss Granger, we shall proceed. Your safewords will be red for stop, yellow for caution, and green for go. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, I expect you to use them as necessary.” His eyes scanned down her body and back to her eyes. “Undress…completely.”
Hermione kept her eyes on his as she slipped the straps off her shoulders, the dress caressing her skin as it slid down her body. With her wand in her hand, she pointed it at the shoe straps wrapping around her ankles and lower calves, whispering, “Revolvo.” The straps immediately loosened, and she simply tossed the heels off her feet. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them to the side along with the dress and shoes.
When she stood back up, she noticed the dip of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. His eyes moved slowly down her naked body and back up. When he finally met her gaze again, she gave him a knowing look. Britt had been stunningly perfect in Hermione’s eyes, but Snape hadn’t looked at the redhead the way he was looking at Hermione right now. His obvious desire for her left her feeling giddy.
After a moment, he slowly stalked towards her, gently taking the wand from her hand and lightly tossing it onto her dress. He then approached the pillory, waving his wand and causing it to resize. It became shorter, to accommodate her height, and the head and hand openings widened. He gestured to the wooden restraining device and Hermione moved in front of it, quickly leaning over so that her head and hands slid into the proper slots. A wave of his wand, and the slots shrunk to encase her, leaving her completely immobile. While it wasn’t the most comfortable position, it wasn’t that bad. However, she could see how it could become very uncomfortable after a time.
“What color are we, Miss Granger?”
“Green, sir.”
She heard a drawer opening and what sounded like the rattle of chains coming from behind her. She felt him come closer and shivered when his familiar, warm, calloused hand gently caressed the back of her right upper thigh, over her bottom, her lower back, and further up to her right shoulder. He was standing next to her when she felt his hand dip to tug on the nipple of her dangling breast. He squeezed and plucked it, causing her to tremble with desire. His hands felt amazing on her skin, and even more wonderful on her breast as he continued to pull, twist, and pinch the now rock-hard bullet.
She let out a slight hiss when she felt something cold replace his fingers and clamp onto her nipple. He pulled his hand away, and her breast felt heavy as the clamp tightened further. She heard the chain dangling from her chest. Either the chain itself was weighted, or there was something on the end of it. He quickly walked to her other side and placed another clamp on her left breast. The same sound of a jingling chain met her ears when he pulled his hand away. The pull on her breasts was a little intense and a bit painful, but it wasn’t unbearable.
“What color?”
“Green, sir.”
Once again, she heard him move around behind her and then a soft hand rubbed her bottom. “Miss Granger, you are being punished for the reasons we have discussed. I will give you six warm-up spankings with my hand and then twelve snaps from a riding crop. You will safeword if necessary. Do you understand and consent?”
“Yes, sir.” Internally she took a calming breath, remembering the night before. This was the same man who had practically taken her to the moon and back. She trusted him completely.
The six slaps from his hand came quickly and left her bottom and upper thighs tingling. A slight swipe of his hand up her folds left her trembling. “Ah, you seem to be enjoying this so far. I anticipate your enjoyment will be short-lived.” His tone was sardonic as he readjusted his stance. “Prepare yourself, Miss Granger. This will hurt.”
Hermione flinched when the first stinging slap landed on her right buttock. While the slap of the crop was painful, the weight pulling on her breasts was what hurt the most. She could feel the chains swaying back and forth, recovering from her slight jolt forward. Suddenly another, slightly harder slap hit her left buttock, sooner than she had expected, and she jolted once again. The chains on her breasts were swaying faster and the pain was becoming intense. Her breathing picked up and she could feel a cool sweat on her brow.
“We can stop whenever you wish, Miss Granger. You only need to speak one simple little word.”
She took a steadying breath as the chains slowed their swaying and the pull lightened slightly. She could take this. “Green, sir.”
This time she forced herself to hold still when the slap came down. The chains didn’t sway, and she was relieved the pull on her tender nipples was unchanged. The sting to her rear end was a whole other matter, however. It really did smart. Hermione’s eyes watered as he quickly landed another hit. She continued to tense her body to keep from jolting forward, and the next slap of the crop was jarring. The slaps came faster and harder, and just as she was about to whisper yellow, he stopped. The dampness in her eyes overflowed to spill down her flushed cheeks. She did her best to control her breathing, not wanting the dreaded chains to move.
The reprieve he gave her was all she needed as the tears let her release the discomfort he was causing. She could do this, she could take it. It was only pain, after all. She was so proud of herself for not safewording only moments before, and she felt her confidence soar. Hermione needed to prove to Snape she could be what he wanted, because he was what she wanted.
Snape stepped around her once again, releasing the uncomfortable clamps and Hermione let out a yelp as overwhelming pain pierced her nipples. What the fuck is he doing? It felt like fire.
“I have removed the clamps, Miss Granger. What you are feeling is the blood returning to your nipples.” After a second, Snape added, almost begrudgingly, “I’ll admit, I didn’t expect you to make it this far. However, we have only just begun.” He stepped around the front of her and cocked a signature brow. “Unless, of course, you wish to safeword?”
“Green, sir. Very green.” As the pain and throbbing in Hermione’s nipples began to quell, she felt her resolve build. She felt powerful, and strangely she felt…good.
Snape stared down at the witch with surprise in his eyes. He was amazed she didn’t safeword. Apparently, he would need to up his game. He didn’t wish to truly hurt her, but he needed to make his point. She had called him a coward. She had dared to presume he would want to train her, despite his prior explanations. Those were not her biggest infractions, however. Her biggest transgression was her denial of what he desired more than anything.
Last night had been incredible. Like her, he had never in his life felt such a connection with a witch. All she had gleaned from it, however, was a desire to have him train and Dominate her. That was what this punishment was really about, no matter what he told her – or himself. Snape wanted to hurt her, to push her limits until she used her safeword. He wanted Hermione to feel a touch of the misery he was feeling. Needed her to experience the denial of the thing she wanted most, just as he was.
Snape walked towards the wall and pulled down a cane. He was a master of the cane, and had inflicted significant pain with this device in the past. There were witches out there who were true pain whores, which was something he had enjoyed many years ago. These days, however, he desired a much milder form of punishment play. He looked back at the witch who had haunted his thoughts frequently and invaded his desires since she barged into his life just weeks ago. No, he would not let her continue to torment him. Snape would show Hermione what pain could feel like. In the process, he would push her away. She did not desire him the way he desired her. Because of this, he needed to remove her from his life. He needed to move on. This was the only way he knew how to make that happen.
“You will receive ten strikes from my rattan cane.” Hermione shivered at the sinister note in his voice, suddenly feeling a bit afraid. She shook it off.
Letting out a slow breath, she tried to force the tension out of her body. At that moment, she was very happy that she had healed the cane marks from the night before. Hermione knew she could handle it, knew she could get through this. She could get through it because this was what he desired, a witch who could take whatever he dished out. She could be that witch – wanted to be that witch. Desired to be that witch. If this was the only way to prove to him that she could please him, so be it. The scene might have been about punishment, but she knew it was a test, too. A test she refused to fail.
Snape watched her reaction carefully as he swung the first strike. “Fuck.” He heard her whisper. He congratulated himself. Yes, this will do the trick.
“What color, Miss Granger?”
“Green, sir.”
Hmmm, perhaps slightly harder. He brought his arm back a little further, allowing a little more momentum and force. The cane whistled through the air and landed with a loud, thwack. She let out another cried expletive, followed by a soft moan. That hit had been harder than any he had landed on Britt last week, and he could see her body start to tremble. The cane stripe across her bottom was an angry red, much redder than the first stripe above it.
Snape became angry with himself when he felt his resolve begin to slip. He truly didn’t wish to hurt her. He merely wanted her to concede, to give up.
“Miss, Granger, you have done very well.” He was able to maintain his silky drawl even though he felt a bit sick to his stomach. “Are you sure you don’t wish to safeword? This can come to a stop right now.”
“No, s..sir. Gr…green.” Hermione’s words were choked, and he knew she was forcing down sobs. Stop this, now! He knew he needed to be done, she wasn’t ready for this intensity – she might never enjoy this type of play, which would be fine. Dammit it all to hell, why the bloody fuck wouldn’t she safeword?
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to look at this objectively. She was a smart woman, she knew how to safeword and had done so the prior night. He was giving her ample opportunity to put an end to the scene. He raised his arm, and once again the cane came down hard.
This time she let out a yell. “Oh God!” Her shoulders shook with her sobbing.
He let out a sigh of relief. Finally! “Miss Granger. Have you come to your senses? Do you wish to safeword?”
He heard her sniffling and her words came out congested. “No..no sir. I…I can d..do this!”
Snape felt his anger boil over. He stepped away from her, trying to calm himself. Never punish when you’re out of control! You are out of control! He began to pace behind her, unable to keep his horrified eyes off the welts beginning to form from the last two strikes. His gaze dropped from her battered bottom to the cane in his hand. He couldn’t continue this. “No, we are done. This is over.” He tossed the cane to the side and grabbed his wand.
Hermione could hear him moving around behind her, but she didn’t understand why he hadn’t struck her again. You’re okay, Hermione. Calm down. She sniffled and tried to regain control of her trembling body.
Then his words began to sink in. No, we are done. This is over. She was sure she hadn’t heard him correctly as her heart was pounding in her ears. She had said she was okay! Tears were rolling down her cheeks and her bottom was on fire. It was excruciating, but she would endure it, dammit! Hermione would endure anything to prove to him she was worthy. To prove to him she could make him happy.
She felt the holes of the pillory open wide and he stepped up behind her, guiding her out. What is going on? He isn’t giving me a chance!
Feeling disgusted with himself and the entire situation, Snape placed his hands on her trembling shoulders as he helped her step back from the pillory.
His mind was running through the needed aftercare and what he would say to comfort the distraught witch when her eyes shot up to his. They were wide and filled with...anger? He was taken aback by the look of resentment on her face. Drawing himself up, he prepared to defend himself. “Miss. Granger, you are not ready for the punishment you so eagerly wish to endure.”
She was furious. She felt heat rise up her chest like fiendfyre. Unable to control her outrage, she threw her arms wide and screamed at him. “What do you want from me!?”
Her ire completely disarmed him. He stepped back, the breath forced from his lungs. He started to speak, but before he could open his mouth, she lunged at him, pounding her fists into his chest. “What the hell, Severus? What...do…you…want…from…me?” She punctuated every word with a hard punch. Snape took the blows, suddenly feeling as if he deserved them and anything else she wanted to give him.
She pushed away and covered her face with her hands, weeping. Her words came out muffled and softly pleading. “What do I have to do to make you understand?”
Her back was to him and Snape felt as if he was dying on the inside. What have you done? This was not how he had intended for this to go. “Miss Granger…I – ” Hermione dropped her hands and looked back to him, her eyes red rimmed and her nose pink.
Snape took a breath. His voice was soft, trembling with his own emotion. “You are not ready for this…and I can’t be what you want me to be. It breaks my heart to realize that you can’t be what I want you to be, either.”
Hermione felt his intense look. His words made no sense. Hadn’t she just tried to prove to him that she could be what he wanted? He was the one who had stopped the scene, not her! What had all this been about, if not that? Why did his eyes look so pained? He was looking at her like…like…he was about to…Oh Merlin. She wanted him to! Please, kiss me!

Unable to take the look in her eyes any longer, and concerned he was going to give in to his need to take her again, he did the only thing he could. It was all that felt right in this moment. Muttering a cool “I have to go,” he stalked towards the door and left. Leaving her stunned and alone.
Hermione stared after him, completely dumbfounded. What the fuck just happened? She thought as she burst into tears yet again.
Severus stormed out of the room and grabbed the magical radio from his pocket. “Lucius? Lucius…where are you?”
After a second, he heard the crackle of the radio. “Ah, Snape! There was a scuffle at the front door. Some submissive’s husband trying to get in. She wants no part of him. Think we might have to alert the Aurors.”
“Leave it, I’ll take care of it. Come to private room seven. I need you to take care of Hermione. She needs…” He sighed heavily. “Just come, NOW! I’ll handle the Aurors.”
There was silence over the radio before Lucius’ voice came back very low. “What have you done, Snape?” His voice was barely controlled.
“I don’t fucking know, man,” Snape returned in a sharp voice. “I just know she needs someone and I can’t be that person. It’s too complicated.”
They met in the stairwell, and Lucius’ accusing eyes only deepened Snape’s regret. “I will talk to you later,” the blond man snapped at his friend as he rushed past.
Lucius pushed into the Dungeon Room and stopped, heart clenching at the sight of the small young woman sobbing. She was squatting and turning the fabric of her dress in her hands, trying to figure out how to put it back on through her grief. If she was startled when she saw him, she didn’t let on, but he could see her working even harder to stem her tears. They locked eyes for a moment before he reached her. Lucius slowly knelt in front of her, gently taking the dress from her hands before straightening it and slipping it over her head.
“Thank you, sir,” she hiccupped with a broken voice that shattered him.
“Hermione, love,” he said kindly. “What happened?” He watched from his position as she pushed herself into a stand. Lucius caught sight of the three heavy cane lines on her bum before her dress fell back into place, and had to bite his cheek to stop the outburst that threatened. Fucking Snape! What the bloody fucking hell happened now?!
Lucius straightened, and without allowing her to protest, he reached out and pulled her tightly into an embrace. The affection caused the dam Hermione had been attempting to build to burst all over again. She let out deep, reverberating sobs against his chest. Smoothing a hand down her back slowly, he tried to soothe her. Pressing a kiss onto the top of her head, he carefully pulled back to look at her face after she had calmed some. He pulled a monogrammed handkerchief out of his pocket, handing it to her. “I want you to tell me everything that happened.”
Hermione wasn’t sure why, but she nodded, took a deep breath, and poured her soul out to Lucius Malfoy. Not sparing a single detail, she filled him in on everything that had happened between her and Snape during the last twenty-four hours.
Lucius listened while the girl talked. Eventually, when he realized it was going to be a longer anecdote than he had originally thought, he transfigured a couch out of a wooden bench and guided her to it. He took down some healing potions while Hermione continued to tell him everything. Pulling her over his lap, he rubbed the balm into her skin while she talked, and ranted, and cried. When he finished healing her bum, he gently pulled her into his arms and held her as she spilled the rest of her story.
When her words and tears had finally run out, his own emotions were in utter turmoil. He had to take several deep breaths and just as many minutes to sort his thoughts before he could even think about speaking. He continued to hold her, stroking her hair and upper back. The girl was acting like she was in love with Snape – in the very least, she seemed well on her way to being in love with him. It frustrated Lucius that this bothered him. He wanted to be happy for his friend, but Snape’s actions had been appalling. Lucius’ protectiveness of Hermione was becoming problematic. He was afraid he’d show his hand, which would make this whole mess even more complicated.
Finally feeling able to talk, he took a deep breath. “You’re telling me that you took a punishment you weren’t ready for because you wanted him to know you can be what he needs?” Lucius knew his voice was incredulous, but he couldn’t prevent it from coming out that way. He didn’t understand what had happened on Snape’s end, but from what Hermione was telling him, she wanted Snape. Wanted him completely. Lucius knew Snape desired the same, so his confusion was overwhelming. Had they just been misunderstanding each other? Not communicating? Lucius snorted. Knowing Snape, that’s exactly what had happened.
Hermione lay curled in Lucius’ arms, her cheek resting on his chest. She found herself very comfortable and content; his touches were wonderfully soothing. She had to admit how nice it had been to get everything off her chest. Her mind was incredibly clear now, and she was quickly coming to her own conclusions as to what she needed to do next.
Slowly, she pulled back from him and gave him a tender smile. “Yes, that’s what I was trying to do. Apparently, he doesn’t want me like that.” She rushed to continue when it looked like Lucius was about to protest. “It’s okay! You don’t have to defend him to me. I get it – I’m certainly not up to his speed. I might never be able to get there. I realize that now. I can’t see myself ever consenting to be punished with a cane again. If anything, this whole experience has made me rethink my ability to be a sexual submissive. I believe I’m going to walk away for now.”
“Hermione!” Lucius’ surprise couldn’t have been more evident. “Don’t do that. Give yourself a chance – ”
“No, this is the right step, Lucius,” she said softly. “I’m going to take some time to think about things. I’ve been a bit…impulsive…which is just not like me. My actions came faster than my reasoning and I’ve put myself in harm’s way more than once over the past few weeks. Some time away from this place…from him…will do me a world of good. The holidays are coming up, anyway. I wouldn’t have had time to get here very often.”
Hermione’s voice was very matter-of-fact, and Lucius was hard-pressed to respond beyond a slow nod as she pushed herself to stand. He had to bite his tongue to keep from protesting her imminent departure.
“Please tell Severus I’m sorry I couldn’t be what he wanted,” she requested in a clear tone. “And, Lucius?” He looked up at her, still trying to sort his thoughts. He was surprised when she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, followed by one to his forehead. Lucius closed his eyes, savoring her tender ministrations. He looked at her questioningly when she pulled back. “Thank you for being so wonderful. I don’t know where I would be right now if it weren’t for you.”

Lucius was unable to speak, afraid his voice would betray his emotion. Instead, he stood and offered her an arm, escorting her to the entrance. He helped her into her cloak and retrieved her handbag. Then he took both of her hands in his and pressed them together. “We are here when you’re ready to come back, Doll,” he promised her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “My offer will stand. I think you’re spectacular, and I would be honored to help you learn all the ins and outs and introduce you to this world properly.”
Hermione blushed prettily and bowed her head, murmuring a quiet thank you. She returned his kiss with one of her own to his cheek, then she was gone in a swirl of lavender scent and curly hair.
Lucius was frozen for a moment as he watched her disappear through the door, then his jaw clenched. His fury with Snape was returning tenfold. “Have you seen Master Snape?” he asked Lola with a low growl. She looked startled at his tone. Lucius wasn’t one to display much emotion, he was always in control.
“He was with the Aurors until about ten minute ago, they got everything sorted out,” Lola responded cautiously. “I think he was heading to his private quarters, last I saw.”
Lucius didn’t even trouble himself with a thank you, just spun on his heel and took off towards his intended target.
“You’re a bloody fucking fool, you wanker!” he raged, bursting into Snape’s living room. The dark-haired man didn’t bother to look up from the glass of whiskey he was nursing.
“Is she all right?” His voice was flat.
“What were you thinking, Severus? Did you see the fucking marks you left on her backside? She wasn’t ready for that! You know she wasn’t ready for that! You acted out of anger, not Dominance. That is not acceptable, Severus! Not at all! Where is your fucking head, man? You know you don’t scene when you’re emotional!” Lucius was so furious that his words exploded from him like a torrential rainfall smothering the earth.
“I lost my head.” Snape sounded completely dejected. It was obvious he was put out with himself.
“She told me what happened. All of it. Last night included.”
Snape’s gaze snapped to Lucius’, surprised by his friend’s words. “You do realize that girl is already half in love with you, right? Or were you so bloody caught up in your own self-loathing that you missed every sign she threw at you?”
Snape’s mouth dropped open with an audible pop, color draining from his face.
“I thought so!” Lucius dragged a hand through his hair before using it to smooth over his mouth. “You thought she didn’t want you, didn’t you? You thought she just wanted you to train her. Am I right?”
Snape remained silent, completely caught off guard. He nodded his head jerkily, barely daring to breathe. Finally, he found his voice. It came out hoarse and raw. “For fuck’s sake, Malfoy. What are you saying?”
Lucius shook his head in bewilderment. “For someone so smart and intuitive, you can be so dense and thick sometimes.” He took a breath and sighed heavily. “She told me that she had mentally prepared herself to take anything you dished out tonight because she wanted to be what you needed. Severus! She would have never safeworded. She wanted to feel worthy of you, and you were a bloody fucking jackass to her!”
After a brief spell of total silence, comprehension washed over Snape’s face. He stood in a flurry of fury, whipping his crystal tumbler into his unlit fireplace. It shattered in a spectacular spray of rainbow shards as he let out a roar of frustration.
“Where is she?” he demanded, turning wild eyes on his fair-haired friend.
“Gone.” Lucius felt no need to beat around the bush.
“What do I fucking do now?” Severus’ voice was suddenly quiet and entirely dejected. It threw Lucius’ anger off track, and he let out a long, trembling breath.
“You give her some space,” he answered after a long moment of silence. “You calm down, put your head on straight. Then you practice a sincere and heartfelt apology and take her out to dinner. If it goes well…when it goes well – because it will as long as you’re not a total wanker – you offer to train her. Or you tell her what it is you truly want from her – if you’re still so hell-bent on not training her.”
Lucius leaned back against the desk. “But, you need to know that she told me she plans to take a break from this place. She doesn’t know if she has what it takes to be a sexual submissive, Severus.” He couldn’t help the glare he threw at his raven-haired friend. “Can you believe that? That is what you accomplished this evening. She is questioning and denying herself because of you!”
Snape growled low in his throat, his horror apparent. After a moment’s pause, Lucius shook his head. “Just make it right, Snape. Give her some space to calm down, but don’t wait too long or she really might move on.”
More silence stretched through the room. “I can’t be on the floor anymore tonight,” Snape said softly. “I just…can’t deal with anything more tonight.”
“I’ve got the floor,” Lucius said, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture. “I need to tell you one more thing, Severus.” Obsidian eyes met steel grey. “If you fuck up again, you’re done. Do you understand? I won’t let you keep hurting her. You need to figure things out and be the man that witch deserves. I know you’re confused, and I know this isn’t something you’ve experienced a lot in your life, but everything you’ve done has been grossly unfair to her. You need to talk to her, get things out on the table. Communicate like a bloody fucking adult! Show some fucking vulnerability and take responsibility for your feelings and actions.”
Snape seemed unable to respond as he sunk back into the couch, head in his hands.
“Do you understand, Snape?” Lucius was not going to let him off that easy.
“Yes, Luc. I got it.”
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission