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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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12 - These Dreams
Hermione found Draco asleep in the recliner by the fire. She paused, thinking about what Snape had said about Malfoy being lonely, then covered him with a blanket. Picking up the book lying on his chest, she set it on the table.
“Did he like the hair, Granger?”
She spun around to find him giving her a sleepy grin. “He loved it."
“Told you.” He closed his eyes with a self-satisfied smirk.
“I have to show you something,” Hermione said with a grimace.
Opening one eye, he studied her. “You mean you have to show me something?”
Hermione was glad he understood. “Yes.”
“Go ahead.”
Avoiding eye contact, she unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt and pulled down the top of her bra, revealing the love bites Snape had left. His eyebrows quirked up, but he didn’t say anything. Feeling braver, Hermione pulled up her skirt and showed him the ones on her thighs and above her knickers.
“You’re one hell of an alarm clock, Granger."
Blushing, she smoothed down her skirt. “I have to tell you something too.”
"Okay."
“Friday at ten, I want you to watch me get punished.” Hermione couldn’t look at his face, choosing to stare at his hands instead.
“I thought you weren’t too keen on that idea.”
She sighed. “He wants me to try it.”
“You’re just going to do whatever he says?”
She glanced at the ceiling. “I’m willing to try.”
Malfoy stared at her for a few seconds then shrugged. “Okay, I’ll be there.”
Hermione’s shoulders sank in relief. “Okay. Um . . . I’m going to go change.”
“You don’t have to on my account."
She rolled her eyes and left him snickering in the chair.
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She was slowly losing her mind. Each day seemed longer and more torturous than the day before. It was Wednesday, and she didn’t know if she was excited to see him in class or not. Being that close to him might be too painful. Draco was giving her increasingly concerned looks every day. When she came into the common room before breakfast, he looked as though he wanted to say something.
“What?” she snapped.
He shook his head. “You look like hell, Granger. When are you seeing him again?”
“Not till Friday,” she replied tersely.
He stared at her. “Does that also mean you can’t come till Friday?”
“Yes,” she answered with a corresponding blush.
“You’re not going to make it.”
Her glare pierced him. “Of course I will.”
“Okay," he shook his head sadly. "But if you don’t want your friends to get suspicious, I suggest you tone it down with them.”
Hermione’s jaw clenched. He was right, but she was just so damn tense. After taking a deep breath, she nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. I don’t mean to be such a bitch.”
Malfoy wasn’t used to people apologizing to him. “I won’t take it personally. I’d be pretty edgy if I couldn’t come for five days too.”
Hermione smiled at the floor. “You know, you can sit with me in class if you want.”
He arched one eyebrow. “I don’t think Potty and Weasel would like that very much.”
“Well, they won’t if you keep calling them that.”
Chuckling, he walked toward the door. “I’ll be as nice to them as they are to me.”
Hermione didn’t know how confident she felt about Harry and Ron’s hospitality. “I’ll ask them to play nice.”
They walked to the Great Hall, and Draco left her at the door. “See you in Potions, Granger. Take it easy.”
She smiled and nodded. Once you got to know him, Draco wasn’t such a bad person to have on your side.
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Malfoy actually sat with her in class. It made things a bit easier to have someone around who knew what she was going through.
Harry and Ron turned and gave her matching horrified looks, but she held up her hand to stop them before they could say anything insulting. “I asked Draco to sit with me,” she said in warning. “Please be nice to him. For me.”
Ron eyed the blond distrustfully but didn’t say anything. Harry just looked a bit surprised and nodded at her. “Okay.”
Snape burst into the room, and everyone turned toward the front as class started. Hermione felt her clit twitch when she saw him; her thighs squeezed tighter. Draco was watching her out of the corner of his eye, and she saw him smirk.
Severus kept up his mask of indifference, but he was surprised to see Draco at Hermione's table. He delved into her thoughts and saw her asking the Head Boy to sit with her. Interesting.
They spent half the class reading the next chapter and answering the corresponding questions that followed. Hermione just stared at her book, not seeing anything. She’d already read it ages ago and had finished answering the chapter’s questions two weeks prior. Draco passed her a note.
Are you all right?
She looked around to see if Snape was watching.
    Yes. Why?
You’re not reading.
     I already did this chapter.
You look sick.
      I do?
Even sicker than usual.
     Don’t be a prat.
Is that chair getting too slippery for you yet?
She rolled her eyes, and he went back to his work with an amused grin. Her gaze settled on Snape, watching him grade papers at his desk while the class worked. He glanced up every once in a while and, when he saw her staring, gave her a smug look.
Evil wanker. He knew she was ready to climb across his desk and tear off his clothes right then and there. Hermione glared and turned back to her book. Snape got up after a few minutes and started stalking around the room, checking that everyone had been doing the assigned work. She pulled out her finished parchment and set it beside her book so it would look as though she’d been doing something productive.
Those damn teaching robes covered far too much of him; she had to use her imagination to see beneath. Staring blankly, Hermione followed his journey around the room.
Draco caught Hermione ogling the Potions master and rolled his eyes. Could you possibly be any more obvious? When Snape leaned over Justin’s shoulder, Draco ran his quill up Hermione’s bare leg and gave her a look. She jumped at the contact, and her eyes darted to his face. Malfoy shook his head at her. Stop staring.
Blushing, Hermione looked down at her book and tried to read. It was impossible. The chair was rocking her plug every time she moved her hips slightly. The wet spot on her knickers was growing every minute.
Severus glanced at Draco’s scroll as he passed then stood behind Hermione and leaned over her shoulder. She was trembling when his lips found her ear.
His voice was so quiet she could scarcely hear him, but the heat of his proximity was smothering her.
“Are you still being a good girl for me, Miss Granger?”
She nodded.
“Is your arse nice and stretched?”
Swallowing hard, she nodded again.
“Did you invite Draco for Friday?”
Two short nods.
“Do you need a spanking tonight?”
Her crotch was soaked, the liquid excitement trickling past her lips. She shook her head no. Hot air steamed her ear as he silently chuckled.
“Very well. You know where to find me when you need it.”
He left her, and Hermione let out the breath she was holding, dropping her head into her hands. Friday was an eternity away.
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Hermione awoke Thursday in a panic. Her knickers were wet and her pussy still tingled with residual pleasure. Noooooo! She’d had multiple orgasms in her sleep. It felt as though she’d just failed every single one of her O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s combined in one sweaty night. Her hands covered her face, and she dug her fingers into her head. He’s going to be so angry.
Hermione trudged through her day feeling dejected and sulky. I was so close. Her head wouldn’t shut up until she confessed. She dreaded the confrontation.
After dinner, Hermione stood outside his office trying to gather her courage and admit to him what had happened. Her hand seemed to knock on it own accord.
“Enter,” Snape growled. His face softened when he saw her. Ready for that spanking now, pet? She wouldn’t look at him, sitting in the chair as if she wanted to disappear. “What is it, Miss Granger?”
“I have to tell you something,” she whispered.
“Then say it.”
Hermione burst into tears. She hadn’t been expecting it. The pressure in her just suddenly exploded, and her face crumpled.
Snape stood and calmly walked around to her, holding out a handkerchief. She took it and cried harder. Leaning back on the desk, he folded his arms over his chest. This looks bad. “What is it, pet? Tell me.”
She mumbled something through her tears, but he didn’t catch a single word. “I can’t understand you. Take a deep breath and try again.”
A hiccuped inhale shook her chest, and she covered her face. “I came in my sleep last night,” she said in a quivering voice.
“Ah.” From her reaction, he’d thought she was going to say she’d decided to leave him for Draco or something.
“Please punish me. I don’t want you to be upset,” she hiccuped.
“I’m not upset. I’m just disappointed.”
She groaned and covered her ears. “That’s a million times worse! Please punish me. I can’t stand this.”
Severus smiled softly. “I’ll deal with you tomorrow. Your punishment will no longer be for show.”
“Please, I can’t wait till tomorrow,” she whispered. “I won’t be able to sleep. I need something.”
“Look at me, Miss Granger.”
Hermione met his eye for the first time since she’d walked into his office.
“What made you come?”
Sniffing, she let her gaze fall to the side. She didn’t really want to tell him.
“I said look at me,” Snape ordered. When her eyes met his again, he sank into her thoughts. “Tell me what you dreamt.”
“Draco was holding me down while you fucked me,” she whispered.
“That’s all?”
“No.”
His eyes rolled to the ceiling. “You’re trying my patience, girl. Tell me what made you come. Now.”
Hermione started crying again, her stomach clenching at his displeasure. “Draco said you needed me.”
His brows popped toward his hairline. “In real life or your dream?”
“In my dream.”
“And it made you come,” he mused.
“Yes, sir.”
“I see. Is there a reason you were so reluctant to tell me this?”
She shrugged and sniffed. “I thought it would make you even more angry.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know,” she said in exasperation. “I don’t want you to think I’m some simpering schoolgirl with romantic fantasies about getting married and living happily ever after. I’m not.”
“Hmm.” He did understand. It was touching that she wanted him to need her. Severus felt conflicted. Do I need her? He didn’t want to think about it just then. The prospect was more than a little disturbing. “I’ll give you an extra assignment tonight as part of your punishment if you’d like.”
She looked at him hopefully. “Yes, sir, anything.”

“I want you to go back to your room and write one hundred times ‘I will not come without permission.'”
“Yes, sir.”
“Give it to me tomorrow in class.”
They didn’t have anything else due; everyone would see her handing in work that no one else had. “Yes. sir.”
“Go on then, Miss Granger.”
She nodded and left him alone in his office. Snape settled behind his desk. This is a nice turn of events. She needed to let go and trust him; the more vulnerable she was, the faster that would happen. He started planning.
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Draco came back from the library and found Hermione scribbling furiously on a long scroll of parchment. He glanced at it and realized she was writing the same thing over and over. "What are you doing?”
“Lines,” she answered without looking up.
He had to wipe at his face to cover his laugh. “What happened?”
“I came.”
“No way. You’d cut off your hand before you disobeyed him.”
She stopped writing. “I was asleep. I couldn't help it.”
Draco stood there for a few seconds processing that. I didn’t know girls came in their sleep. Why this being kept a secret? “And you told him?”
“Yes.”
“Was he upset?” he asked, sitting on the couch beside her.
“He said he was just disappointed.”
Her eyes were red; he could tell she’d been crying. Bloody hell. Crying over Snape. Weird. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“He’s going to punish me for real on Friday.”
“You mean it was going to be pretend otherwise?”
“I think he wasn’t going to really hurt me, just humiliate me. But now . . .” she trailed off.
“You’re going to cry.”
She bit her lip and nodded. “Please don't laugh at me.”
“I won’t. I promise. I’d cry too if Snape beat me up.”
A smile played at her lips. “He’s not going to beat me up.”
“Whatever you want to call it. He’s going to hurt you . . . on purpose.”
She nodded to herself. “You do know I want it, right?”
He smirked. “Yeah, I got that. But it’s still going to hurt.”
“I’m nervous,” she admitted.
“I can imagine.”
“But I need it.”
“Hey, it’s your arse. Do what you want with it.”
“Will it turn you on to see him hurt me?”
“Bloody hell, Granger! What a question.”
Hermione smiled. “I won’t be angry if you say yes.”
Malfoy sighed. “Yeah, seeing you bent over getting your bum beat will probably turn me on. But seeing you get off on it will turn me on more.”
“You promise you won’t laugh?”
“I told you I wouldn’t,” he said seriously.
“Even if I really enjoy it?”
He grinned at her. “It may make me smile, but I won’t be laughing at you.”
“You don’t think I’m completely mental and sick?”
He did laugh at that. “Beyond mental and the sickest witch I know.”
Smiling, she nodded. "Thanks, Draco.”
“For what? Agreeing you’re mental?”
“For being nice,” she answered.
“It’s the least I can do,” he said, waving off her kind look. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. See you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Draco.”
He stopped at his door and turned back to her. “Do you come in your sleep often?”
Shrugging, she continued writing. “Occasionally.”
Crazy, he thought, shaking his head. What else can she do?
He had a nice wank in the shower while contemplating the possibilities.
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As soon as Snape entered the classroom Friday, Hermione started shaking. She waited until everyone was getting their supplies ready then took her lines up to him. He accepted it with barely any acknowledgment. The cold-shoulder treatment got to her. She just wanted him to forgive her and tell her he still cared. Fat chance.
While everyone was brewing (and Hermione was trying her best to concentrate so she wouldn’t blow her cauldron to kingdom come), Snape checked her lines.
“Miss Granger,” he growled from his desk. “Come here.”
Her eyes went wide, and she looked sideways at Draco. He was no help. She walked to Snape’s desk, feeling as though everyone were staring at her.
“You’ve skipped line forty-six,” he drawled and pointed.
Hermione looked down. She’d mis-numbered the parchment, going from forty-five to forty-seven. “I’m sorry, sir.”
He handed her a quill, and she bent over his desk and added another sentence. Snape fought the urge to slide his hand up under her robes and touch her bum. It had been a long week, and he was sick of his hand. It was no comparison to her soaked snatch. He could smell her as she wrote. Her and her pussy. How wet is she that I can already smell her? How can everyone else NOT smell her?
He nodded when she handed the quill back to him. “That’ll be extra tonight, Miss Granger,” he murmured so only she could hear.
Swallowing around the lump in her throat, Hermione nodded and returned to her seat before her knees gave way. Draco was watching their interaction with great interest, giving her a knowing smirk when she came back to the table.
Snape found his gaze drawn to her as class continued. She kept glancing up at him and returning his look. Growing frustrated at having her so close yet being unable to touch her, he stalked around the room, making caustic comments as he passed each table. Potter rolled his eyes at Weasley when Snape told him his potion was a deplorable abomination and he’d never make it as an Auror if that was his standard of work. The insult felt hollow, and he wondered if he was losing his touch.
When Snape arrived at Hermione’s table, he didn’t even look at her cauldron. He just stood a couple of inches behind her left shoulder and watched her. Her hands shook as she stirred; he wanted to cover her hand with his to steady the trembling. Leaning to her ear, he whispered, “Are you ready for tonight?”
She glanced back at him and nodded, panting as she looked in his eyes.
“Heal your backside before you come. I want a clean slate when I punish you.”
Gulping audibly, she faced forward and nodded again.
“Wear your red knickers. I want your skin to match them when I’m done with you.”
Her eyes closed.
“I know you’re already wet. Won’t Draco be impressed when he sees.”
Hermione didn't respond, she just kept her eyes closed while she tried to breathe.
“You’re going to beg me for the cane tonight. If you do it well, maybe I’ll let Draco see how red the riding crop can make your pussy.”
I’m going to pass out. Hermione wanted to shove her hand down her knickers.
“Don’t be late, Miss Granger.”
Late? I’m ready now.
When he moved on, she breathed a sigh of relief. Draco had been watching them from the corner of his eye. He pushed her down into her chair when Snape left. Her plug vibrated when her bum hit the seat, and she almost moaned out loud. Draco stirred her potion for her then put away her supplies. Hermione was grateful to him. She didn’t have to explain anything. Harry and Ron were completely oblivious, and she was grateful for that too.
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Draco came back from the library at 9:30 and found Hermione pacing around the common room, biting her thumbnail. “Nervous, Granger?”
Her brow was pinched with anxiety; she nodded distractedly at his question. The waiting was killing her.
“Come on,” Draco said and took her hand.
Startled by his touch, she looked down in confusion at his long, pale fingers (just like Severus) and then at his face. “What?”
“We’re going. Now,” he said simply.
“Going where?”
Malfoy gave her a exasperated eye roll. “Where do you think? To Snape.”
“It’s not time yet,” she protested, shaking her head.
“I don’t care. We’re going.”
Draco dragged her out the door and down to the dungeons. When they got to Snape’s office, he knocked.
It sounded far too loud to her ears.
“Enter.”
Draco opened the door and forced her inside.
Snape sat behind his desk, partially obscured by a pile of rolled parchments. He lifted an eyebrow when he saw them. “You’re early.”
Draco huffed, “Yeah, well Granger was climbing the walls; and I thought we'd better show up before she gnawed off her entire hand.”
Snape glanced at her. She looked as though she’d hit a new level of frazzled. Excellent. He wanted her on edge. “Go face the door and wait for me, Miss Granger. Draco, do whatever the hell you want. Just don’t bother me.”
Malfoy nodded and let go of Hermione’s arm. She went to the back of the door and put her nose to it like a naughty little girl. Draco turned the one free chair so he could see both Snape and Hermione. Sitting, he sighed and let his mind wander. He needed to calm himself before the evening progressed.
Snape watched Draco for a moment. He wondered what was going on in that blond head. Looking at Hermione, he said, "You know what I want, Miss Granger.”
When she pulled up the back of her skirt and pushed her red knickers below her cheeks, he smiled. Her bum was creamy and smooth, just the way he wanted it. Draco stared. No other reaction. Snape couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Hermione folded her hands on top of her head and put her nose back against the door.
Draco heard Snape go back to his grading. He couldn’t take his eyes of Granger’s arse. It was actually not in state of distress for once. He hadn’t seen it unmarked since just before he’d spanked her. It looks better red. His mind wandered again.
Severus continued grading, glancing up at her when he finished each scroll. Malfoy was still staring at her bum with blank thoughtfulness. The jewel in her plug was mesmerizing. Snape went on, slashing through the essays as quickly as possible.
Hermione was trying to stay calm. Her breathing was too fast and short; she didn’t want to faint. Her pussy was already damp, and she was struggling to keep still. Snape’s chair scraped across the stone floor, and her heart started pounding. He was behind her, his hands on her hips, pulling her knickers back into place.
“Are you ready to show me how sorry you are, Miss Granger?” he whispered.
“Yes, sir.”
“Go bend over the desk so Draco can see you.”
Swallowing down her fear, she walked to his desk and bent over, giving the Head Boy a grand view of her arse. Snape flipped up her skirt and put a warm palm on her lower back.
“Two minutes with my hand, Miss Granger. Then we’ll move on to something more appropriate for the offense.”
Bugger! What does that mean? The cane? The paddle? Fuck.
His hand smacked each cheek once, medium hard; and she sighed in mild relief. She’d been dying for him to touch her all week, and even if that touch stung, she was glad to feel it.
The next hits weren’t so nice. He slapped her so hard her hips slammed forward; she strained against the hard wood of the desktop, trying to escape. Keeping her lips tight so she wouldn’t shout, Hermione muffled her cries as each smack landed. His hand felt bigger than she remembered; she couldn’t say it was her favorite implement at the moment.
Snape paused after a minute. He knew she was wet, but he wanted her embarrassingly wet. He grabbed the back of her knickers in his left fist and yanked them up between her cheeks, leaving her essentially bare.
The red satin was cutting her in two, wedged into her folds, soaking up her juices. It was no longer a mystery why he’d let her keep her knickers. He wanted them visibly soaked (and evidently cutting off her circulation). He started hitting her again, and the added pressure of her panties made her wiggling far more uncomfortable and stimulating.
Draco watched her bum go from white to pink and then pink to red. Snape was hitting her pretty damn hard, and Malfoy was impressed with her restraint. He would have turned and fought back if someone hit him like that (and he knew from firsthand experience that Granger had one hell of an arm on her). When the two minutes were done, Snape stopped and let her rest. She panted against the desk and reached back to hold her crimson arse.
Severus let her rub for a few seconds. “That’s enough, Miss Granger. I want you to take off your knickers and give them to Draco.”
Her eyes pinched shut. She pushed down her knickers and saw a large oasis marking her excitement. She couldn’t make eye contact as she handed over her underwear.
Malfoy took the red satin from her and smirked; he could feel how damp they were without even looking. When she turned away, he spread out the material on his thigh, noting the dark, wet trail down the center.
“Get over the desk. I’ll be right back,” Snape told her.
Hermione got back in place. Oh God. What’s he going to get?
“You all right, Granger?” Malfoy whispered behind her. His finger absently traced over the wet knickers on his lap.
She looked back at him over her shoulder and nodded. Her voice wasn’t working. Snape returned, and Hermione’s heart skipped.
“I’d like to introduce you to some leather tonight.”
Her mouth went dry. He held a painfully huge piece of leather that looked a lot like a paddle. She tightened her bum in anticipation.
“We’ll have none of that, Miss Granger. Legs apart. Arch your back for me.”
Burying her face in her arms, she acquiesced.
“Push out your plug,” he commanded.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut. She was mortified. It felt as if she were using the loo in front of a stranger. Tears pricked her eyes as she bore down. When the metal was out, she heard him set it the shelf then move back behind her.
“Count them and thank me, Miss Granger.”
“Yes, sir.”
A quiet pause and then a deafening WHACK!
She hissed through her teeth. It was like his belt and paddle had combined to create a monster. The thud rocked her forward, and her bum burned to an immediate inferno. It was far worse than his hand, covering so much more at one time. “One. Thank you, sir.”
He didn’t wait. WHACK! The impact rocked her again.
“Ow. Thank you, sir. I mean, Two. Thank you, sir.”
WHACK!
She let out a loud yelp. “Three. Thank you, sir.”
WHACK!
The hit felt harder. She couldn’t breathe for a second. “Four,” she gasped. “Thank you, sir.” The burn built, tears spilling down her face.
WHACK!
She felt the tension of the sob welling up in her chest. Her voice sounded shaky as she responded. “Five. Thank you, sir.”
WHACK!
The tension broke. The blow bounced her against the desk, and she couldn’t hold it in any more. Her bum felt broken as she sobbed. “Five . . . I mean Six. Thank you, sir."
“Stand, Miss Granger, and take off the rest of your clothes.”
She was still crying, but she froze for a second. When she glanced at him, he just stared back at her as if he hadn’t asked for the impossible.
“Come along. We’re waiting.”
Standing, Hermione kept her back to them both and started unbuttoning her shirt as she toed off her shoes. Her hands shook so hard she kept missing the buttons. When she finally got it off, she wrapped her arms around herself in a weak attempt at protection. Checking with Severus again, she hoped he had changed his mind.
“Do it now or I’ll do it for you, and you’ll get the cane for your insubordination.”
Her hands covered her face so they wouldn’t see her fresh tears. She didn’t want him to be angry with her, but she didn’t want to be naked either.
“That’s it!” he fumed.
Snape strode over to her and roughly unzipped her skirt, shoving it to the floor. He unhooked her bra and forced it down her arms to get it off her. “Back over the desk. I thought you wanted to please me, Miss Granger. Acting like a child when I ask you to do something so simple and painless does not please me.”
Her stomach rolled with angst; she started weeping into the dark wood of the desk. “I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t be upset with me.”
He could barely understand her though the crying. “Then beg me for the cane and take it without moving.”
Nodding, she steeled herself for the sting. “Yes, sir. Please cane me. I deserve it. I need it. I’ll make you happy, I promise.”
“You don’t have to count,” he said softly. The sadness in her voice melted his anger. He’d only give her three if she stayed still.
The soft hiss of the cane cutting the air was the only warning she got. The crack of impact made her jump, but she didn’t kick or lose her position.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to thank me, Miss Granger.”
“I want to, sir,” she hiccuped into the desk.
He wanted to throw the cane aside and pet her sore bum, but he had to make sure she willingly obeyed him the next time he asked her to do something embarrassing.
Whoosh-crack.
“Unh! Thank you, sir.”
The stinging line the cane left behind seemed far more intense after the strap, adding petrol to the fire. Soft tapping prepared her for the next blow.
Swish-crack.
She managed to only flinch a little. Fresh tears tracked down her face. “Thank you, sir.”
“That’s good, Miss Granger. What do you have to say to me?”
She didn’t know what he wanted to hear. “I’m sorry?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“For what?”
“Disobeying you.”
“And?”
She had almost forgotten the original offense. “Coming without permission.”
“Tell me what lesson you learned tonight.”
Hermione thought for a few seconds. “I learned to do what you ask of me when you ask me to do it.”
He smiled behind her back. “Good girl. You’re forgiven.”
Sighing, she began to catch her breath. He was softly stroking her bum, and she felt the tension melt from her body.
“How wet are you, pet?”
“Soaked, sir.”
“Reach back and show us.”
Us? For a minute she had forgotten that Draco was there. Sliding her hands back, she held open her pussy. It leaked even more.
“Very nice, pet. You did like that strap, didn’t you?”
Hermione didn’t answer. Her pussy may have liked the leather, but she did not. It hurt like hell.
His hand flowed over her sex. “Or was it the cane?” he asked with a smirk.
“Neither, sir.”
Severus chuckled. “Draco, would you like to see Miss Granger orgasm? She’s very close.”
Malfoy was rock hard. Seeing how much she fancied it all made him mental. “Yes. I would.”
Hermione smiled into the desk. Draco’s voice sounded gravelly. It wasn’t as good as Severus’s, but she liked that he was so turned on.
“Get on your back, pet. Pull your knees to your chest. I want you open and on display.”
There was no hesitation. Hermione had been waiting all week for him to touch her. Sitting on the edge of the desk with a wince, she leaned back and pulled up her legs. Draco’s hand was in his pocket, surreptitiously stroking himself. Snape stood over her, and she stared into his eyes as one long finger danced between her thighs, teasing the outside of her lips.
Snape summoned his chair and sat in front of her spread sex. He wanted to bury his face in her snatch, but he didn’t want to do it in front of Draco. That would be too revealing. Turning to the blonde, he drawled, “Pull up your chair. You don't want to miss this.”
Hermione heard Malfoy scoot into a new position, and her face burned brighter. He’d never seen her so spread open and naked before. She turned her head slightly to see what was going on. Draco was sprawled in his chair next to Snape. He saw her looking and grinned.
Severus noted her red face. “Ask me nicely, pet.”
She met his eyes. “Please make me come, sir.”
“Tell Draco what you want.”
She didn’t know what to say. “What do I want, sir?”
Severus teased her glistening petals. “That’s up to you. Be honest.”
Her head thudded against the hard desk as she thought. What do I want? Snape’s fingers slowly sank into her as his thumb circled her clit.
“I want to watch you touch yourself,” she said decisively to Draco.
“Ask him nicely,” Snape warned.
Hermione shivered at the dark timbre of his voice. “Sorry. Please let me see you stroke your cock, Draco. I want to see how hard you are.”
Malfoy knew she couldn’t see him while he was sitting down, so he stood and unbuckled his belt. Her eyes zeroed in on his crotch as he unzipped his fly. When he pulled out his erection, she smiled and bit her lip, blushing as though embarrassed.
Severus pumped his fingers inside her a little faster, and Hermione knew she was almost there. Reaching between her legs, she touched his hand with her fingertips. “Please, sir. I’m getting close. May I come?”
“Yes, pet, whenever you like.”
When he curled his fingers, her back arched in a spasm of pleasure. “Oh gods, sir.” She whimpered at the building internal pressure as she watched Draco’s hand move faster. Her sex was vocal with approval. Meeting Snape’s eyes again, Hermione pleaded with him, “Please, sir. Faster. Harder.”
His lips curved into a predatory grin. “Ever had a squirter, Draco? It’s quite a sight to behold.”
Malfoy had read about such things but had never seen anything in person before (and wasn’t even sure he believed what he’d read). I'm intrigued. “No, never had one.” His hand slowed. “Show me what you can do, Granger.”
Hermione didn’t know where to look. She wanted to see Draco’s face while he watched her, but she didn’t want Snape to think she preferred looking at the blond. That seemed at bit insulting to the man making her climax. Settling on watching Draco and touching Snape as much as she could, she let him push her over the edge. Her pussy started contracting, and liquid spilled down her slit.
“Severus!” Hermione need to make sure he knew she was thinking about him even though she was watching Draco’s reaction.
Her back arched hard, her whole body convulsing in time with her pussy. Snape was glad he’d warded and soundproofed the door. Passersby might think he was killing her.
Malfoy’s eyes never left her streaming sex. It was marvelous. There was a tiny puddle on the desk when it was over. “Bloody fucking hell, Granger.”
Hermione smiled shyly.
“What’s it taste like?” he asked.
Snape answered him, “Nice. Light. Salty sweet.” He removed his fingers from her slurping snatch.
Draco had to stop touching himself. “Do you come like this every time now?” he asked Hermione.
“No."
“Can you do it again?”
Hermione grinned and turned away. “Only if Severus wants it.”
Snape nodded. “Tell Draco what else you like, and I’ll let you come again.” His finger flicked pointedly over her anus, making it clear what he wanted her to say.
Her eyes went wide. OhGodohGodohGod. Revealing her kink to Malfoy was terrifying. Hermione could only manage a rough whisper while looking everywhere but Draco’s face. “I like it when he’s in my bum.”
Her hands flew to cover her face. The admission was rewarded with a finger up her backside. With both her holes filled, she was suddenly right back on the edge.
“Merlin’s bloody balls, Granger. I’ve got to come.”
Hermione uncovered her face. It made her feel better to hear the urgency in his voice. Holding out her hand, she smiled. “Please, let me.”
Malfoy let her grab his dick and immediately started thrusting into her fist. She didn’t really have the reach to do anything more, but he gladly took the initiative. Her hand was hot and soft around him, so different from his own.
Severus started hitting her g-spot again, teasing her clit with his thumb at the same time.
Hermione rode his hand while Malfoy fucked her fist. Draco’s skin burned her palm. He was so hard, and the tip leaked steadily, signaling he was ready to blow.
When her pussy started twitching, she looked into Snape’s dark eyes. He held her gaze and pumped his hand harder, pushing her over.
“God, Severus. Yes!” She sank into a sea of bliss. Her pussy released its overflow while his finger wiggled into her arse as far as he could go. “Fuck!”
Draco grunted softly, and wet ropes of come shot over her forearm; she turned to watch it glaze her skin. When he stopped moving, Hermione released his prick and held out her arm for Snape to clean. His wand hovered over her skin and Draco’s spunk disappeared.
Malfoy put away his cock and sat back down. It had been one hell of a night.
Snape pulled away his hand and rose from his chair. “Lick her,” he said to Draco.
Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up in shock. “Are you serious?”
“Don’t you think she deserves it?”
“Hell yes. I just didn’t think you wanted me touching her like that.”
Severus had his reasons. “I’m giving you permission this one time.”
Draco slid into Snape’s chair and looked at the shining, pink pussy staring him in the face. “Are you okay with this, Hermione?”
Swallowing hard, she looked at Snape, who gave her a single nod in answer. “Yes.”
His thumbs parted her swollen lips, and he leaned his face to her folds. His tongue was soft as he licked up the center of her body, cleaning her pussy and clit in one swipe. It felt nice. Hermione looked at Snape, who was watching them from a distance, leaning against a case of glass bottles and phials.
“Your bum’s on fire, Granger,” Draco said from between her legs.
She smiled. I know.
His tongue lapped at her swollen sex slowly and carefully. It was relaxing, but he didn’t tease her the way Snape did.
“Dammit, Granger. You taste like salt candy,” he muttered into her skin.
She laughed. “Thanks. I think.”
He pulled away and looked at Snape. “Should I stop?”
“No. Try to get her off again.”
Hermione couldn’t believe Snape was letting another man touch her. Wasn’t he jealous? She gave him a worried, searching look. Don’t you want me anymore?
Severus saw her knitted brow and said, “Just this once, pet. Are you all right with that?”
“If it’s what you want,” she said softly.
“Go ahead, Draco.”
For the next five minutes, Malfoy licked and fingered her sex. It was pleasant but didn’t really get her any closer. Hermione sighed and looked back at Severus. He was smirking, and she couldn’t imagine why.
“Okay, Draco,” Snape finally said, stopping the blond. “You may go now.”
Malfoy kissed her clit and pulled away. “It’s been fun, Granger." He winked at her. “See you later.”
“She’s staying here tonight,” Snape told him. “Cover for her if anything happens.”
Draco smirked down at her. “Sure.”
He turned and left as if he did this sort of thing all the time. Hermione almost laughed out loud. When Draco was gone, Severus strolled over to her.
“Did you enjoy Malfoy’s tongue, Miss Granger?”
She shrugged. “It was . . . pleasant.”
He smirked. “Pleasant? Are you ready to come?”
“Not really.”
“Whom do you prefer having between your thighs?”
She gave him a funny look. “You, Severus. You don’t really think I prefer Malfoy, do you?”
“Draco is a mere boy. I’m not threatened by him. He knows nothing.”
“Then what was all this about?”
“I wanted to push your boundaries while also proving a point.”
“Which was?”
His crotch pressed into her pussy. “That I am the only wizard who can make you feel like this.”
She smiled. “I already knew that. You didn’t need to prove anything.”
“I did. One day you will consider going elsewhere for your pleasure, and that is your right; but you will never feel the way you do when you’re with me.”
His eyes were pinning her to the desk, his hard-on scoring her core. “Severus, I don’t want anyone else.” Hermione held out her hand to him. “Please take me to your bed. I missed you so much.”
His heart skipped at her admission. Bending over her, he pressed his chest to hers. “What did you miss most?” he asked with a leer, grinding his bulge into her.
Smiling, she stroked his face. “Everything. Your voice. Your cock. Your sarcastic remarks. Your smell. The sounds you make when you come.” Hermione pulled his face to hers and kissed the side of his mouth. “The way your nostrils flare when you’re turned on.” She kissed his nose. “Your arms around me when I sleep. Your fingers. The way you spank me. Your taste.”
He bent his face to her neck.
“Fuck,” she whispered when his teeth met her pulse. “The feel of your breath. The way you kiss me. That bloody talented tongue of yours.”
Chuckling into her warm skin, Snape found her ear with his lips. “Why didn’t you come to me and ask to be spanked this week?”
“I couldn’t stand having you touch me while not being able to come.”
“I see.” Severus had been hurt that she hadn’t shown up during the week, assuming she had found something else to entertain her. Now that she was there, telling him how much she missed him, he wondered how he could have been so foolish. He’d been denying any “need” for her since she'd mentioned the possibility, but he’d missed her too. More than he cared to admit. Maybe it wasn’t just her pussy he’d become addicted to.
Hermione pushed his hair out of the way and kissed the side of his face. “You smell so good, Severus. Like sex and books.”
He gave a short laugh. “That’s a new one, pet. Let’s go to my room. You can smell me some more there if you like.”
Standing, he held out his hand and helped her sit then, stooping lower, he cupped her arse and picked her up. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and she smiled into his neck as he carried her to his room. When he got through the door, he kicked it shut and whispered, “Bed? Bath?”
If he was giving her a choice, she had other ideas. “Loveseat.”
Snape smirked and sat them both on the brocaded settee so she was straddling him. As soon as they were settled, she was grinding against him, her hands behind his head, stroking his scalp as she kissed his face. Gripping her chin, he held her still and kissed her. He wanted to be inside her in whatever way he could.
She moaned and sucked on the wet muscle he offered. His trousers felt scratchy on her raw bum and even rougher against her sensitive sex. When he kissed her deeper, she bucked harder, needing to feel more of him (even if he was encased in torturous wool).
“Dammit, girl,” he growled, pulling away. “Stop. My dick is going to be permanently creased at this rate.”
Smiling, she slid her hands between them and unfastened his fly. Her clit pressed against the soft cotton of his boxers as she went back to kissing him. He growled and held her closer.
Severus needed more. Her tongue rubbed against his in a slick, swirling waltz, and he kneaded her hips in concert with their dance.
Hermione’s hands started unbuttoning his shirt, making quick work of it. Pushing it open, she pressed her naked chest to his and whimpered. So warm.
Snape palmed her burning rump, and she started humping him. He wanted to be inside her, not rutting against her like a horny teenager. “Stop. Too close,” he ground out through his teeth.
She moaned. “I’m gonna come. Please, Severus!”
His fingers dug into her as he fought the tingle in his balls. DammitDammitDammit.
Her lips pulled from his and moved to his ear. “Come now. I’ll get you hard again after. I want to suck your cock tonight, Severus. I’ll get you in the bath and finger your arse clean and then lick it till you’re ready again.”
“Fuck!” His cock started pulsing. Hot sticky seed coated his shorts as he grunted into her neck. “God dammit, Hermione!” he panted angrily.
She didn’t stop; she rode him faster. Watching come like that was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Her pussy started clenching, and she let out a long groan of completion.
“Bloody hell,” she gasped as she came down. “That was so fucking sexy, Severus.”
His head fell back as he caught his breath. “What? Shooting my load like a fifth-year humping behind the bleachers?”
Smiling, she nodded. “Yes, seeing you lose control. I’m sorry if you’re angry, but I thought it was perfect. Wait . . . stay still. I want to lick you clean.”
He lifted his head and watched her slide down his body until she was kneeling between his thighs. She pulled down his sticky shorts, and her tongue lapped at his dwindling hardness, licking away his release. She cleaned every inch of him: his pelvis and abdomen, and once she’d pulled down his clothes over his hips, his balls. Her wet little muscle left nothing behind, and Severus was starting to think that premature ejaculation wasn’t as bad as he remembered.
“Come on, pet. There’s nothing left.” He pulled her until she stood. “Let’s go take that bath you mentioned.” Her leer was unsettling, but he smirked back at her. “Let me rest, pet. There’s no hurry.”
He kicked off the rest of his clothes and took her to the bathroom. When he leaned over to start to water, her fingers ran up the crack of his arse. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep quiet. Spinning around, he caught her hands in his and kissed her hard. “Patience, love. I’ll have to spank you if you can’t behave yourself.”
He laughed when she immediately turned around and gripped the edge of the tub. That wiggling arse was his undoing. His hand smoothed over the curve of her behind. “Spread your legs.”
Grinning down at the running water, Hermione widened her stance and arched her back. His fingers ran up and down her slit until she moaned. He smacked her bum, and she jumped in surprise. It awakened the sting like a slap to a sunburn.
Severus spanked her gently. Her arse must be damn sore; it looked slightly purple. He continued until the tub was full then gave her two last extra-hard smacks. “Next time I ask you to stop, I want you to remember I mean it.”
Looking back over her shoulder, she nodded. “I’m sorry. I promise to make it up to you."
He felt his lips twitch. “I know you will, pet. Now get in. I don’t want any trace of Draco on you.”
It was your idea, Hermione thought, shaking her head. They climbed in the tub, and he pulled her down so her back rested against him. He toyed with her breasts; his long fingers rolling her nipples. The tension in her clit rekindled to a blaze.
She squirmed against him, and he chuckled at how quickly she was ready for more. “Did you miss this as well, pet?”
“Yesss,” she purred and rubbed into him. “I dreamt of you every night. Did you think about me?”
Yes. “When I needed to come,” he drawled dismissively.
“Really? I wanted to be with you even when I was just doing my homework or reading.” Maybe if she let him know she cared about more than sex, he’d admit it too.
“Did you?” He had thought about her while he graded and bathed and ate, when he was trying to go to sleep, and when he woke up in the morning. He didn’t know how to feel about the way she had inserted herself into every facet of his life.
“Yes. I missed you so much, Severus. Please don’t make me wait so long ever again.”
“I won’t, pet,” he said, pinching her nipples. “Baring some unforeseen conflict.”
“May I touch you now?”
He smirked. “You are touching me.”
“No.” She knew he was being difficult on purpose. “May I touch your arse now?” Her bum cheeks rubbed against his prick in a swirl of enticement.
“As you wish.”
Rolling over, Hermione pressed her lips to his chest, slowly moving up to his neck. After leaving a new red bruise at the base of his throat, she shimmied up to his lips and kissed him. His fingers ran up and down her back, and she shivered when he caught her lower lip between his teeth and pulled away, dragging along the plump flesh.
“I thought you were going to touch my arse,” he murmured.
Smiling, she replied, “I lost my way. You’re very distracting.”
Pushing back onto her heels, Hermione repositioned herself so she was sitting between his legs then ran her hands over his thighs. He was like marble. When her hand went under his balls, his breathing got faster; she ducked her head so he wouldn’t see her smile.
Severus bent his legs so she’d have better access and rested his head back on the edge of the tub. After the incident on the settee, there was no fear of coming any time soon. He could actually enjoy whatever she had planned in that frizzy head of hers. Her soft hand was searching further behind his sac, and he closed his eyes as she rubbed over his arsehole. Bloody fucking hell. I definitely missed this. She’s right. A week is far too long.
Hermione got the soap and ran it between his cheeks then coated her fingers to ease the way. Pressing the tip of her index finger up to his puckered entrance, she slipped inside. He inhaled sharply through his nose and opened his eyes. Twisting her finger deeper, she observed his reactions with interest. He seemed to be enjoying himself.
Her finger swirled around inside him, and Snape's cock twitched in response. He was bound to have the cleanest arse in school by the time she was done with him. When she pulled out, he felt a little disappointed until he saw her re-lathering her fingers and knew there was more to come.
Getting her fingers slick once more, she went right back to his entrance and slid her middle finger inside him. Once she was sure he was relaxed, she added her index finger. His eyes narrowed as she stretched him, and she could hear the air rushing in and out of his nose. She stayed still until he stopped glaring at her then wiggled her fingers.
When she started curling her fingers and brushing against his prostate, he growled. His cock was growing. Rapidly. And she definitely noticed. A smug little smile played at her lips as he grew before her eyes.
“Tell me what you like, Severus.”
“Dammit, Hermione, you know exactly what I like. You don’t need me to tell you.” He didn’t mean to snap. Be patient Severus. She’d going to get sick of your temper. “But if you want me to talk, I will.”
“I like it when you tell me what to do.”
He groaned. “Clean out the soap. Let’s go to the bed. There’s more room in there.”
She proceeded to finger-rinse him in a way that could only be described as stimulatory. He growled and pushed away her hand when he could no longer feel the burn of the soap. Severus rose from the water and smirked down at her. His cock was in her face, and she was staring at it as if she were starving. “You can have it when we’re in bed. Get up.”
She stood, and Severus helped her from the tub then dried her body with a fresh towel. She was panting by the time he finished. He dried himself quickly and pulled her back to the bedroom.
Reclining on the pillows, he ushered her into bed next to him. “Suck my cock first, pet.” If she went back to his arse too soon, things might go faster than he planned.
Hermione smiled at his command. “Yes, sir.” Licking his length, she lubed him with her tongue before sliding him into her mouth.
Severus swirled his fingers into her hair and sighed as the heat surrounded him. “Nice and slow, pet. Don’t try to make me come.”
Her tongue twirled around his head before she pulled away. “Tell me what you like. Please say it. I need to hear you.”
He smirked. “Stay on the head. Lick it like it’s ice cream.”
Lapping at him as if he were melting, she slicked the plump helmet capping his cock.
“Good girl. Flick your tongue back and forth along the underside.”
Her soft tongue followed the ridge on the back of his cock up to the tip, flickering over his frenulum. She sucked the spot lightly, looking up at him.
“Yessss. Down to my balls. Lick them first.”
Her face ducked down, and he spread his legs so she could turn her head. Hermione tongued his balls, lifting them and laving the underside.
“Now suck them."
His voice was rougher, and Hermione smiled at the sound of it. She sucked one bollock into her mouth and circled her tongue. When she switched to the other side, he pushed his fingers into her scalp.
“Lower,” he rasped. One leg bent to give her more access. “Show me what your tongue can do.”
Spreading him wider, she pressed her face into him just like he did when he ate her. He let out a soft groan when she lapped his hole. Hermione licked and sucked him until he was rocking his hips. Digging her fingers into his cheeks, she spread him wider and slipped her tongue up his arse.
Snape’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck yes, love. Don’t stop.”
She smiled against his cheeks and made a moaning sound to see how he’d like the vibration.
“Fuck!”
He likes it. When she did it again, she wiggled her tongue deeper and wrapped her hand around his cock.
“Dammit, girl." Snape didn’t know if he should tell her to stop or not. His dick felt like solid stone.
Hermione hummed against his skin. His erection was jumping steadily in her hand, so she swirled her fingers up and over the head. Her palm came back wet.
“Stop. That’s enough,” he breathed
Kissing him one last time, she pulled away and watched him relax. His eyes were closed, one arm thrown over his head. She climbed up and trickled her fingertips along the underside, trailing a path from his elbow down through his armpit.
His eyes snapped open with a growl. It didn’t tickle, it made his cock twitch. She was grinning at him as if she knew a secret he didn’t. Her fingertips trailed over him again, brushing through the hair under his arms. He decided he liked it. The underside of his arm was more sensitive, and she stroked him as if she knew exactly what felt good.
“More?” she asked. The heat in his gaze singed her heart. She wanted to make him moan.
Severus didn’t know what “more” entailed, but he nodded. She straddled his hips and pushed his other arm up above his head, repeating her actions on the other side. His back and stomach tensed when she did it to both sides at the same time. She leaned forward and licked his stretched tricep before kissing the hollow below. Her lips and tongue teased him, and he ground his hard-on against her heated slit.
Hermione licked over to his nipple and sucked him past her teeth for a short nip. “Did you like that?”
“Been reading again, Miss Granger?”
“Nope. Real life experience."
“With whom?” he demanded.
An understanding smile curled the edges of her lips. So, you are jealous. “With myself."
His face softened. “Ah. You like the same thing.”
“Yes, sir.”
I’ll use that later, he mused. Grabbing her hips, Severus rolled over so he was above her. Her eyes went wide with desire. His smile twitched, recalling how dark her eyes got every time he threw her around or picked her up. She was so easy to please sometimes. He reached under his pillow for his wand and held it to her chest. “Beg me to tie you to the bed, pet. I know you want it.”
Her eyes got even darker. “Yes, sir. I want you in control. Please, tie me to your bed.”
Growling at her words, he flicked his wand, restraining her arms toward the bedposts. “Let’s try the blindfold tonight, pet. I think you’ll enjoy it.”
Hermione wanted to do whatever he suggested, but she wanted to make sure he knew what she was really thinking. “I like to see you, Severus. Watching you makes me wet.”
Bloody hell. “You don’t need to stroke my ego, pet.”
“I’m not trying to stroke your ego,” she replied, pulling at her restraints. “I just want to make sure you know that I’ll miss not being able to see you. I think about what you look like when you’re fucking me all the time.”
He stared into her eyes. She wasn’t lying. He couldn’t imagine anyone using him as a visual stimulant, but she obviously saw something he didn’t (or perhaps she needed glasses). “Losing one sense will heighten the others,” he said, as though he needed to convince her. “You said you wanted me to be in control, didn’t you?”
She nodded. Merlin, yes! “Make me forget everything but you, Severus. I want it.”
Smirking, he stroked a finger down her jaw, “Good girl.” He pointed his wand at her face. “Obscuro.”
A black blindfold wrapped around her head.
“What can you see?”
She bit her lip. “Nothing.”
“Good.” He got off of her and left her alone on the bed.
After an endless silent minute, she pleaded with him, “Please come back.”
Snape wanted to make sure every inch of her body was on alert the next time he touched her. Her legs were still free, and he watched her squirm for another minute. When he wrapped one hand around her ankle to still her, she moaned. Grabbing the other ankle, he spread her legs, holding her in place. “I want your legs free so I can move you around. Don’t make me tie you open.”
Her back arched, but she kept her legs still. “Yes, sir.”
One hand wandered higher, taking a slow meandering path to her inner thigh. “What do you hear, pet?”
Her legs spread a little wider, and she rolled her bum against the bed. “Everything. The fire. You breathing. The bedspread rustling. Your bloody voice.”
Chuckling in his throat, Snape kept his voice low, “Would you like the riding crop again tonight, pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
He released her, and Hermione groaned at the loss. She jumped when she felt the cool leather slide up her inner thigh.
“Spread wide for me,” he whispered.
Bloody fucking hell. This is making me so wet. The air felt chilly against her pussy as she pulled her legs to her chest, opening them in a wide, bent V.
“Good girl.” he muttered. Her slit was soaked.
Brushing the flat tongue over her thigh, he rubbed it between her lips, teasing her. When he tapped her clit, she started panting and rolling her hips. Not yet. Severus climbed up on the bed and knelt in front of her. Running the keeper over her nipples, he watched them tighten to rosy knots. When they were standing at attention, he slapped them lightly with his riding crop. She moaned louder. “That’s my good little girl. Let’s see what else you like.”
The leather ran over the sensitive skin of her upper arms. Hermione tried to push her hips closer to his heat, but she couldn’t reach. “Please fuck me, Severus."
“Not yet, love. Soon.”
He leaned over her and licked her arm the same way she had licked him. Shuddering under him, Hermione bit her lip, panting through her nose. The warmth and hardness of his body covered her, and she pressed up her chest, her stiff nipples rubbing against him. He kept his hips out of reach so she couldn’t get any friction to her pussy. The heavy weight of his prick poked her bum.
“Patience, pet.”
“My clit hurts, sir. Please touch it.”
“Soon.”
Turning his face to her neck, he kissed and licked her throat before leaving his mark. She was continuously keening by the time he was through. He slid down to her chest, kissing everywhere but her straining nipples.
“Oh God, Severus. PLEASE!”
It sounded as if she was crying. He looked up and saw tears leaking from beneath the mask. “Poor pet. Is this what you want?”
His lips closed around one stiff tip, sucking her into his mouth.
"Yes! Thank you, sir!”
He smiled against her soft skin and went to the other side. Flicking the pebbled nub with his tongue, he waited until she let out another needy whine before taking it in his mouth. He sucked harder and harder. Her areola was purple with collected blood when he backed off. Lovely. Kissing his way down her soft torso, he dipped into her belly button before making his way to her muff. Her fitful grinding was getting wilder by the minute. “Keep still, pet, or I’ll stop.”
A sharp cry of frustration tore out of her as she stilled.
“That’s my girl.”
Resting between her open thighs, Snape parted her lips with his fingers. She was shining like a new galleon at the bottom of a wishing well. “Listen,” he commanded, and she stopped groaning, breathing through her mouth as quietly as possible. When he tapped her opening, the wet sound filled the silence. “My little lioness. So ready for me. Would you like to find out the difference between a schoolboy and a grown wizard, love? Real men know how to please a witch and savor her desire. Draco’s halfway there, but he doesn’t know how to make you want it, does he?”
Wet tears leaked from her eyes. Her clit throbbed. “No, sir. Only you. Please!”
“You are so good at begging." He traced his finger around her erect nub. Her hips lifted, and she made that sound he loved to hear.
“Unh! Fuck! Please, Severus. I do NOT want Draco or anyone else. I want you! Just you. I need you. Please make me come!”
His tongue touched her hard button, and she cried out. She didn’t know if it was the blindfold or the fact that he’d made her wait so long, but his tongue felt divine. A dark angel was licking her pussy, and she was trapped between heaven and hell.
One long cry spilled from her lips as he explored her depths, his face becoming wet with her desire. Severus felt his cock ache with the need to fill her. When she sounded as if she was crying again, he took pity on her and focused his energy on her clit.
His lips sealed around the apex of her sex and sucked. Hermione shouted and bucked against his face. He added his tongue to the suction, and she was gone, riding the spasms. It tore her to bits. Her brain was as blank as her vision.
“Severus," she sighed, floating back down. That, she could remember.
“Yes, pet?”
“So good,” she muttered.
He smirked and kissed her shining pearl then climbed up her body and shared her juices with her. Her tongue slipped out, licking his lips clean as best she could while being temporarily blind. His knob prodded her slick folds, and she opened her legs wider as she sucked his lower lip between her teeth. Severus grunted and pressed his cock to her entrance. “Do you want this, Miss Granger?”
“Gods, yes, Severus! Please!”
Sinking into her heat, he watched her mouth fall open in ecstasy. He went slowly, wanting her to feel every inch. Her opening was swollen, squeezing him with mind-numbing force. “Your pussy is amazing, love. I could fuck you forever.”
Her stomach flipped. “I could listen to you forever.”
He smiled, laughing to himself. “I thought about you this week,” he admitted. For some reason it was much easier to say when she couldn’t see him.
Her teeth bit at the happy smile that broke her face. She didn’t want him to know how much she liked hearing it.
He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed her pulse between heated whispers in her ear. “I came every day with your name on my lips.”
Oh gods!
“Your sweet little pussy was all I could think about.”
“Fuck!” she whispered in his ear.
“Mmm, yes. My sentiments exactly. I wanted you to come beg me to spank you. I missed your round little bum squirming and bouncing over my lap.”
“Oh God, Severus. I wanted you to spank me every single day,” she groaned.
He thrust harder, sucking her neck. “Next week, I want you in my office every night before you go to bed. I want your backside hot and your pussy dripping before you go to sleep.”
“I’ll come in my sleep if you do that."
“Then I’ll have a reason to spank you the next day.”
“Can’t we just fuck everyday?” she pleaded.
“No. You need your rest.” He was starting to get out of breath. “And so do I.”
“I’d sleep better if you fucked me every day?" she said reasonably. His laugh vibrated against her throat.
“We’ll see.”
Success.
“Are you close, pet?” He wanted to go faster.
“It’s just starting again, sir.”
“Push your clit against me, I want to feel you come.”
“Yes, sir.” Her legs slid down, and Hermione arched her back until his thrusts met her at just the right angle. She gasped. “Yesss. Faster. Please!”
Her ability to speak was dwindling. Severus grunted and slammed into her. “I want to know when you’re close.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me what you want, pet.”
“Just talk to me."
“I’m going to fuck you all night long,” he whispered. “Make you come until you pass out on my bed. You’re mine, Hermione. I want to spend this entire summer fucking you every damn day . . . all day long. Would you like that, pet?”
“Fuck! Yes, Severus.”
“I’ll spend hours punishing you. Your bum will be so sore you’ll have to sleep on your stomach every night. I’ll make you beg me for my cock. And you’ll beg me to bugger you. Won’t you, pet?”
“Oh God, Severus! I’m getting close. Please fuck me harder.”
His back ached as he pounded against her. Just a little longer. Fight it.
His breath was hot in her ear, and Hermione pressed her hips against him as hard as she could. Her thighs were tense with need, and she could barely breathe. It felt as if he were trying to drive his cock through her until it came out her lower back.
“Want you so much, Severus,” she panted.
“Come for me, love.”
Ten thrusts later she was there. Hermione shouted his name, and her back bowed, pressing her chest into his. He was muttering something in her ear, but she couldn’t understand him.
Severus felt her sheath tighten around him and let go. The tension in his pelvis snapped, and he rode the pleasure her body pulled from him. The exertion left him gasping. He whispered her name as he panted into her sweaty neck.
“Fucking hell, love,” he whispered, head spinning.
Her tired smile widened below the dark material of the blindfold. He muttered a Finite Incantatum, and the material and her restraints disappeared. She blinked, turning away from the sudden increase in light, hiding her eyes in his neck.
“Did you like the blindfold, pet?” he asked through his panting.
“Yes. But I like seeing you better.”
Poor deranged girl. “Do you want to rest?”
She nodded. “Just for a bit. Will you stay inside me?”
A small smirk lit the corner of his mouth. “For now.”
That’s all I ask. Her eyes peeked open, blinking until she could see more clearly. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, smiling when he laid his head next to her on the bed. He shoved her hair out of the way when it tickled his face.
“Severus?” she whispered.
“Mm?”
“Did you really mean it about this summer or was that just to make me come?”
He chuckled. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.” Anymore.
Hermione smiled.
“Did you have other plans?”
“Harry and Ron and I were planning to move to Grimmauld Place together. They’ll go on to Auror training, and I’ve got a summer job with a creature rights charity in London that starts in July. Other than that I’m free.”
He held her leg to his hip and rolled to the side, dragging her half on top of him while staying inside her. “That gives us plenty of time.” You’ll be sick of me by then.
“I’ll have to tell them what’s going on between us.”
“Why?”
“I think they’ll be a bit suspicious if I’m gone all the time . . . or you’re there sleeping in my room.”
His lip curled. “I don’t know, they’re pretty dense. You might have to explain it to them. Slowly. Using very small words,” he drawled in a sleepy voice and closed his eyes.
She pinched his nipple in retaliation. “They are not dense. But they’re not going to be happy when they find out. With either of us.”
“So don’t tell them. We’ll stay at my house.”
“Where am I going to say I am for all that time?”
He shrugged. “The library?”
Hermione laughed. “You don’t think they’ll find it odd that I'm coming home sweaty and bruised, smelling of sex, from the library?”
One eye opened, and he smirked at her. “They’ll just think you’ve taken your love of books to a disturbing new level.”
Smiling sheepishly, Hermione stroked his arm. “You just don’t want me to tell them.”
“Of course I don’t want you to tell them. They’re imbeciles. What we do in our private lives is none of their damn business.”
“I’ll make them understand. I don’t think they’d hate me forever.”
That’s what you think. “They’re your friends," he said as if the word were covered in bubotuber puss, “tell them whatever you like.”
Her hand stroked his face, and he cracked open his eyes to look at her. “It’ll be weird at first, but they’ll get used to it. Once they see how happy I am, they’ll accept it.”
That’s doubtful.
“Draco accepted it, and we’re not even that close.”
“Did you ever think that maybe that’s why he accepted it? Also, Draco didn’t hate me before he found out. I’m afraid you’re working against human nature, pet.”
“Harry and Ron don’t hate you,” she explained as she traced the lines on his face.
With the raise of one critical eyebrow, he made it clear that he didn’t believe that for a second.
Hermione just smiled. “Don’t get me wrong. They did hate you. But now that they know you were working with Dumbledore during the war, they’ve let go of some of that spite.”
“Some?”
“Well . . . I’m sure they don’t want to throw you a birthday party or anything, but they don’t want to see you dead either.” At least I hope not.
Snape looked just as doubtful as before. “I really don’t care, Miss Granger. Being reviled is nothing new. But you're not used to living with that kind of disgust aimed at you.”
“Yeah, being best friends with The-Boy-Who-Lived has been a walk in the park. No tension there at all.”
Her sarcastic reply made him smile. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She nodded. “I won’t mention the finer points of our ‘relationship.' I don’t think they’d accept my bruises with the same ease that Draco has. They’ll think you’re just beating me for fun.”
Leering at her he asked, ”Do you not find it fun?”
Blushing, she bit her lip. “I don’t know if fun is the right word, but they won’t believe I enjoy it.”
“I could show them how much you enjoy it,” he suggested with a smirk.
Eyes wide, Hermione put her hand on his chest. “They’d hex you into next year.”
“Pfft,” he scoffed. The suggestion didn’t merit actual words.
“I’m serious, Severus, don’t. They’re not Draco. They’re like brothers to me.”
“Very well, don’t get all riled up. I won’t do anything.”
“I’ll tell Ginny first. She’ll help me tell them. They’ll be more willing to listen if she’s already on my side.”
“What makes you think she’ll be so understanding?”
Birds of a feather. “Ginny’s a bit more openminded. Worldly.”
“I see.”
They lay in silence for a while, and Hermione idly trailed her fingers over his chest and arms, finally wandering back up to his face.
Snape felt his chest tighten as she stroked him. It was an odd sensation, but he didn’t dislike it. He could only take her niceness in small doses before his stomach started to turn with distrust.
After twenty minutes of her maddening fingertips, he wanted to tear off his skin just to make it stop tingling. “Are you going to touch my cock, Miss Granger, or pet me like a damn cat for the rest of the night?”
Hermione heard the anxious tenor to his words. Her head ducked down to hide her amusement. He’d let it go on longer than she’d expected. Maybe he was softening. She looked up at him from under her lashes with a coy expression. “I’m sorry, sir. Would you like me to touch your cock?”
“Don’t play games with me, Miss Granger.”
“No games, sir.”
“Then wipe that look off your face. You’re about as innocent as a seventh-year Slytherin with a barrel of firewhiskey.”
A smile broke through her act. “I learned from the master.”
“I’ve barely scratched the surface, pet.”
“Then teach me something new.”
So willing. She’s going to get in trouble with that someday. “Very well. Wait here.”
Her heart started pounding as he climbed off the bed and made his way to the dresser. She watched his lithe body, imagining her tongue running over every inch. He returned with leather and metal, and her heart thumped a loud tattoo against her chest.
“What’s that?” she asked with a wide-eyed stare.
“Tonight’s lesson,” he quipped. “Get on your back.”
She did, and he sat next to her, circling his fingers around one of her ankles. The same leather cuff he’d used before wrapped around her leg; then he did the same to the other side, stroking her calf when he was finished. A palm-sized metal bar was attached between both ankles. Hermione was mystified. He tapped the metal, and it extend in length, pushing her feet wide as a broomstick. She couldn’t close her legs.
Her eyes followed his hand’s every move, looking both terrified and excited. Snape yanked her hips to the edge of the bed so he could stand and let her legs dangle over the side. When he brought out the nipple clamps, she looked even more fearful. “Don’t worry, I dialed back the tension. I want to leave them on longer this time. It won’t hurt as much.”
Hermione didn’t know what to think of that. Less tight sounded good, longer sounded bad. He leaned his upper body over her, laying his chest against hers. She tried to stay still even though she wanted to rub herself against him. It was strange having the bar keep her legs apart.
Severus wanted to push her that evening, but she looked so damn scared. Wanting to reassure her somewhat, he touched his lips to hers and kissed her slowly. It took her a few seconds, but she began to relax and kiss him back.
His lips trailed from her chin to her neck. Hermione’s head was starting to spin. She didn’t know what he had planned, but she was enjoying his current method of torture. He went lower, kissing down the center of her chest before sliding over to her right breast.
Mouthing her soft flesh, Severus sealed his lips around her stiffening tip. When he began to suckle, she whispered his name and stroked his head. He used his teeth to nip one tip, and she arched closer to him. Her nipple was swollen and hot in his mouth—nice and ready for the clamp. His hands pressed her mounds together, and he went to the neglected one next. When they were both engorged, he closed the metal clamp over the right one, watching as she grimaced and absorbed the pinch.
He stood and pushed her legs back toward her chest so the bar shone right in front of her face. Draping the chain from her clamps over the top of the bar, he brought the other clamp down to her free nipple and closed it gently. If she moved her legs too much, she’d be causing herself more pain.
Her eyes got wider as she discovered what he intended. Damn. That's diabolical. His wand flicked over her, and her hands were bound above her head. She looked up at them then back at him. That wasn’t too bad; she wasn’t really in pain, and it was exciting.
“How are you, pet?”
She swallowed audibly. “Okay, sir.”
He smirked and reached down below the bed. “Would you like the ball gag again?”
Biting the smile off her lips, she nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He brought the red ball to her mouth, “Open up for me, pet.”
Severus secured the strap around her head, and smiled at the picture she presented. Running one finger down the back of her leg, he watched her jump. The movement must have tweaked her nipple, because she made a small noise into the gag and her eyes closed for a second.
“I have a new toy for you,” he rumbled softy.
Opening her eyes, Hermione searched his face. His hair left his expression half in shadow, but she could see his small grin. He lifted his hand. It looked like some kind of whip with a lot of little tails. Fuck. She’d seen it in the book he’d given her. A flogger.
“Are you scared?” he purred.
She nodded, unable to speak.
“Don’t worry,” he said, trailing the leather strands along the back of her thigh. “I’ll make you like it. Do you trust me?”
Her gaze tore from the leather flogger in his hand to his dark eyes. Do I trust him? He’d never caused her any real injury. Never drawn blood. He always healed anything too uncomfortable. She kept her eyes on his and nodded, trying to say yes around the gag.
He knew she trusted him; he just wanted to make sure she knew it. Seeing her admit it out loud (well, as loud as could be expected) affected him more than he thought it would. Was she always so trusting or was it just with certain people? He’d ask later when she wasn’t so indisposed.
Hermione felt the leather strands land with a slight sting on the edge of her bum. It wasn’t too bad. Obviously he could make it hurt more by hitting her harder, but he didn’t. He kept the flicks light and slow, giving her time to process each blow before the next one fell. The little strips of leather laid a stinging trail down the back of one leg and then the other; her already damaged backside felt the brunt of the flogger’s impact.
Severus watched the light pink lines appear on her hamstrings and flanks as he worked. He listened to her heavy breathing; it sounded as though she was going to hyperventilate. His hand stilled, and he grazed his fingertips over her warm red thighs. “Calm down, pet. That’s enough for now.”
When his lips touched the back of her knee, Hermione moaned around the red ball stretching her jaw. Her skin felt hot and tingly, and the soothing wetness of his mouth blazed a cool trail from the back of her leg to her bum. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She blinked them away, unsure when they had formed.
His lips found her sex, and she bucked when he sucked her inner labia. The clamps pulled her aching tips, drawing out a moan. It was too much. Her head was floating away. Only the pinching anchors of her nipples and the wet feel of his mouth kept her in her body. Without them she would have been drifting through a mindless void.
“Bloody hell, love,” he whispered from her mound. “You are so fucking wet. You do like this, don’t you?”
There was no reply, just the harsh sound of air whipping in and out of her nose. He slapped her vulva lightly with his fingers, and she moaned louder, her hips jumping in excitement.
When he did it again and again, she whimpered behind the gag; and Snape felt his cock begin to swell. “Would you like me to take off your gag now?”
Her head shook no.
He smiled, “How about the clamps?”
She paused that time, but then her head shook again.
Laughing softly, he stroked her spread pussy with one finger. “That’s my brave girl. Would you like to come?”
Nodding an emphatic yes, she met his dark eyes to plead with him further.
He saw the wet outlines of tears lining her face. Had he pushed her too far? It wasn’t supposed to be that intense. “Are you all right?”
She nodded again, holding his eye.
He knew she wasn’t lying to him, but he wasn’t sure he should go on either. “We can stop if you like.”
Her head shook a violent no.
“As you wish,” he replied with a small smile.
The creamy puddle of his semen had seeped out with her juices, and he pushed it to her arsehole with his finger, lubing her tight entrance with his own lust. He slipped his finger inside her, delighting in her soft sigh. Finger-fucking her bum with languid strokes, he watched her arch and writhe. She was trying not to move her legs too much, but the motion pulled at her clamps nonetheless.
After adding another finger to her arse, he used his other hand to circle her clit. She moaned and whimpered, muffled by her gag. Drool slid down her jaw. He wanted to push his hardening cock down her throat and listen to the wet slurp of her lips. “Are you close?”
A slow nod indicated she was.
He pushed two fingers up her twitching twat, pumping the spot she liked while grazing his thumb over her hard nub. Her back arched in a small convulsion of elation, and he pressed his other hand harder into her arse. “That’s it, pet. Show me how much you like being helpless on my bed.”
Her pussy felt as if it were going to implode for a few seconds then the tension snapped, and she let the river of release wash her away. Spasms tweaked the chain between her breasts, pulling on her nipples and dragging out the pleasure.
When she stopped twitching, he pulled his hand from her heat and licked her nectar from his fingers. Severus removed his fingers from her bum and cleaned them with a quick spell. Reaching through her spread legs, he unclamped her nipples and tossed the clinking metal across the bed. She winced as the blood flowed through her reddened peaks. With his wand, he released her hands and rested her feet against his chest to unfasten the bar. He kissed the side of her foot as he removed the leather cuffs from her ankles. She watched him through half-lidded eyes.
Snape took off her gag last, leaning over her and meeting her eyes. She could have done it herself since he’d freed her, but he knew she wanted him to do it. His thumbs smeared away the spittle from her chin and then rubbed the hinge of her jaw. He kissed her swollen lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth. A soft moan floated from her mouth to his.
Pulling away, he stared into her eyes. She was too damn trusting. It made him nervous. “Did you like that?”
She didn’t say anything, she just nodded slowly while staring at him.
“Are you hurt?” he asked. Her eyes were still wet with tears.
Hermione shook her head no and lifted her hands to his face, tracing the lines around his mouth.
“Why are you crying, love?”
With a look of confusion, she touched her own face and studied her hand. The tears on her face were fresh; she hadn’t known she was still crying. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I liked it, I swear. I’m not hurt.”
The side of his mouth curled up, and he smoothed his thumbs beneath her eyes. “Would you like more?”
Her eyebrows popped up with obvious interest. “Yes, sir.”
“I’d like to fuck you again if you’re up to it.”
Why is he asking me? Just do it. She wondered if her crying scared him. Men were so easy to ruffle sometimes. Tears weren’t always bad. “Of course I’m up to it. When am I not up to it?”
His lip twitched. “We can take a break if you need it. There’s no rush.”
“I don’t need a break,” she smiled. “I just need your cock slamming inside me."
“Such language,” he teased. “Is that really what you want?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and rocked her hips against him. “No, I want you in my arse too.”
Chuckling into her hair, he bent to her ear. “Maybe later. I want to use that pool of honey between your legs to my advantage. Let’s see how loud your pussy can scream for me tonight.”
He stood, moving away from the bed so he could lift her hips. Rolling her onto her stomach, he positioned her so he was bent over the edge of the bed. Her feet didn’t touch the floor, but he didn’t need them to. She wasn’t going anywhere. Holding his erection with one hand, he spread her open with the other and pressed the tip to her swollen entrance.
“Fuck, love. Your pussy’s on fire.”
She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Good thing you’ve got that hose to put it out.”
He smirked at her cheeky look, and pushed into her with one smooth thrust. He immediately pulled out and plunged in again. “No, love,” he muttered between strokes. “You’re wet enough to keep that fire contained all on your own.”
His next thrust proved his point when her vagina audibly slurped around him. She squeezed her eyes tight and fought to not cover her ears. He might like it, but she found the sound humiliating.
Snape saw her cringe. Her discomfort with her own body amused him to no end. How could she be so open to everything he suggested but be disgusted by something so simple? And sexy. Running his fingers down her spine, Snape pumped himself into her harder, increasing the volume.
“Listen to that wet little pussy."
She shivered and covered her ears. No, thank you. It sounded as if he were jogging through a muddy moor.
An evil grin spread over his face, and he leaned forward, pulling her hands away from her ears. He pinned her wrists at her lower back so she couldn’t do it again. “Dammit, girl. I told you l like it. How can this still embarrass you after everything we’ve done?”
Hermione sighed into the bedspread. “I don’t know. It just does.”
“Don’t you want me to know how much you enjoy my cock?” His length beat into her harder a few times to illustrate his point.
“Yes,” she answered reluctantly. “But I could just tell you.”
He laughed. “Words are cheap. I’d much rather hear proof like this. Your pussy can’t lie.”
“I wouldn’t lie to you!”
“Oh really? Tell me what you dreamt about last night, Miss Granger.”
Damn. How did he already see that? She was hard pressed to say it out loud, but she had to or his point would be proven. “I . . . dreamt you gave me an enema and made me hold it while you spanked me and made me stand in the corner. After you let me use the loo, you buggered me while Draco watched. He came on my face, and then I sucked you off. You told Draco I was yours and got a quill and wrote your name across my lower back while he licked his come off my face. When he was done, he said you and I were lucky to find each other.”
Fuck. He hadn’t seen all that. His hips sped up, his balls slapping against her with a satisfying emphasis to each thrust. He’d have to think about her dream later, his brain wasn’t up to the task at that particular moment. “That’s my good girl,” he whispered. “I know you wouldn’t lie to me on purpose.”
Her words sounded breathless when she spoke again, “Please make me come again, Severus.”
“Soon, pet. I want to listen to your pussy a little longer.”
Her face flamed red, and she buried it in his dark comforter. He was hitting the spot deep inside that made her want to scream; with each slap of his hips, she was a fraction closer to another orgasm.
“Your pussy speaks to me, pet. I can hear not only how much you love my cock but how close you are. Do you hear it now? That deep sloshing?”
She did. Every time he sank into her, her insides made a full soggy sound, as if he were hitting a pouch of liquid inside her. “Yes, sir.”
“You’re going to squirt for me soon. You make the same sound every time. And when I lick your tasty little clit, you sound like pattering rainfall.”
Damn. He’s got a good ear. Maybe this isn’t as gross as I thought.
“Even if I couldn’t feel it inside you, I’d know by the sound. Hear it getting fuller? You’re so close, pet, about to overflow. Come for me. Let me hear it this time.”
“Oh God!” she groaned.
The dense head of his dick hit her deep and hard. He slid his hand around her hip and brushed her clit, sending her over with just a few small circles. His dick pulled out, but he kept up the pressure on her clit as she started to come. A stream of liquid spilled out of her as her sex spasmed and pulsed. Come streamed down her leg, and the sodden sound of his fingers became more watery as juice drenched her folds.
“Yesss,” he hissed and sank right back into her. The squishing became obscene. “Feel how wet the bed is, pet. You’re my little water nymph. You love squirting for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
His pace increased, and her hands tore at the bed; the wet pounding of their bodies got louder as he neared completion.
“Come for me, Severus,” she whispered over her shoulder. “I love it when you come . . . love hearing it. Come inside me.”
“Fuck, love,” he growled. “Say my name again.”
She smiled. “Severus. Please, make me yours. I need you, Severus.”
His balls pulled tight, and the tension drained out of him with the first stream. She purposefully squeezed her inner muscles around him, and he shouted his approval. “Fucking hell!”
Smiling to herself, Hermione squeezed again, trying to suck his seed into her body. With the way he was clutching her hips, she hoped he would leave finger marks so she’d have something to remind her of that precise moment when she was alone.
“That was brilliant,” he panted, bracing his hands on either side of her. “Where’d you learn that?”
“New book.”
“I should have guessed,” he muttered with a smirk.
Pulling out slowly, he petted her limp body with shaking hands then walked around the side of the bed to lie down. “Come on, pet. I’m beat.”
Hermione climbed up next to him, but he pulled her so she was on top, straddling his dying erection. Her head sank down on his shoulder, and she closed her eyes as he stroked her back.
“Go to sleep, love,” Severus whispered into her ear. “I’ll wake you later.” He kissed the side of her face.
Hermione smiled into his warm skin. She was groggy with exhaustion and felt her eyes falling closed as he held her. Nobody ever sees this side of him. He was definitely loosening up. Maybe dream-Draco was right; maybe he did need her.
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