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Master Mine Book 2: A Lesson in Love	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
AN: Thanks for all the amazing reviews and comments on the last chapter! Hope this chapter makes up for the cliffies of the last two ;)
Chapter Twelve
BETA love – RaynePhoenix2 & Sab81790
With every step up the grand staircase, Hermione's heart raced just a little bit faster. There was a piece of her that was certain she was going to wake up to find this had all been a dream. It would be a cruel trick of her subconscious to do such a thing,
It wasn't a dream, however. The tall and imposing forms of Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy were right in front of her, leading the way to what was sure to be an experience to remember.
Lucius could have Apparated them, but Hermione was grateful for the brief amount of time to mentally prepare herself. When they reached the third floor, they turned left and trekked the distance to Severus' suite at the other end of the wing. Malfoy Manor was a massive dwelling and it would be very easy to get lost.
When they finally arrived at their destination, a subtle flick of Severus' wand opened the door. Both men stepped aside, watching her without expression as she tentatively walked in.
The soft and flickering glow of multiple wall sconces offered an intimate ambience as she took in the changed space. Gone was the beautiful, antique settee she had remembered from the one time she had stayed here. Instead, the room had been transformed into a Dominant's playground. The wonders of magic never ceased to amaze her. Or perhaps it was the wonders of House Elves.
Lucius mentioned having had a few what he called 'accoutrements,' delivered to the suite. Hermione realized that her definition of 'a few' was vastly different from his. Of course, he was Lucius Malfoy and his extravagance shouldn't have surprised her.
The king size canopy bed was on the left side of the room with its sheer, golden curtains tied loosely at each of the four bed posts. A plush sofa was facing the bed less than ten meters from its foot. A comfortable spot for a voyeur, Hermione immediately thought.
The far side of the room bestowed the unlit hearth, but in front of it stood a padded bench, a rather large box of some sort, and a cage large enough for one person to stand in. Her attention was pulled to the ceiling where hooks with ropes and various chains dangled at scattered locations. The wall on the right held a rack stocked with various implements such as crops, canes, and floggers. A large, luxurious, Persian rug laid beneath it all and left the suite with a feeling of warmth feeling despite the furnishings.
Unsure what to do, Hermione did the only thing that seemed right; she stepped a couple paces to her left and knelt in the Nadu position, awaiting further instruction.
A quiet, "Good girl," from her Masters' lips set her at ease. She kept her eyes cast down but could see the movement of the two men in her periphery as Lucius showed all he had provided. She couldn't make out their words, but the low droning of their respective tenors brought a certain amount of arousal as well as a certain amount of calm.
Hermione thought it was strange. She should be a quivering mass of Jell-O right now. This was the stuff of her wildest fantasies about to come true. Severus and Lucius dominating her…together.
She wasn't nervous, though. She was oddly sedate despite the steady thrum of her heart and spattering of gooseflesh on her arms and legs. It's the adrenaline, she thought. Like the stories of people who suddenly develop great strength and courage in a moment of crisis and find themselves able to do things they would have never thought possible.
A very clinical explanation, Snape's voice observed in her head.
But incorrect all the same, Lucius' voice added. You are simply ready for this, kitten, and you are a natural submissive who is in her element.
Oh God, Severus and Lucius talking in my head? Perhaps you aren't as calm as you think you are.
"Pet."
The simple word pulled her out of her thoughts and her eyes shot to her Master's. He had approached and was towering in front of her.
"Stand and undress," he commanded simply.
Hermione relished the simple task. This was what she needed – something to do.
Letting out a steadying exhale, she stood and moved her fingers to the front clasp of her lacy bra. She gently shrugged it off and then bent forward to slide her thong down her legs before shoeing off her heels.
When she was upright, Severus handed her a vial. "A sobering potion, love."
Hermione took the tiny bottle and swallowed down its contents.
"How do you feel, Doll?" Lucius asked from the center of the room. "Do you still wish to proceed?"
The few sips of champagne and the wine from dinner seemed like so long ago. Hermione's voice was tremulous. "I feel…good, sir. And yes, I want to continue."
Peeking up through her lashes, she could see the hint of a smile on Lucius' face. Severus hadn't moved from in front of her and held out his hand. "Then come along, Pet."
Laying her palm in his, Hermione followed as he led her to the center of the room. "Eyes on me," he instructed as Lucius stepped up behind her. A heady rush of anticipation hit her with a jolt when she found herself standing in the center of the two wizards.
She felt Lucius gently take her hands into his and stroke her palms reassuringly with his thumbs. "Lift your arms," he whispered after he released them. Hermione raised them above her head allowing her former master to wrap her forearms and wrists in rope that was hanging from above. It was tight enough to hold her in place but not enough to impair her circulation. "How do your shoulders feel?" he asked.
"Fine, sir."
"You will let us know if that changes. Any tingling, numbness, or discomfort that is the result of your position or bindings is to be relayed to us immediately." His tone was stern, and she knew his words were not to be taken lightly. Both men were sticklers for safety.
"Yes, sir."
Hermione still had her eyes on her Master as Lucius stepped up beside him. She did her best to not fidget or shuffle her feet as their darkened gazes stared fixedly into her chocolate orbs. Lucius let out a low growl and stepped forward, using his thumb to free her bottom lip from the confines of her teeth before stepping back and slipping that very thumb into his own mouth, as though licking a drop of caramel off its tip.
She squeezed her thighs together in response to the flood of heat in her belly. She had forgotten his obsession with that little quirk of hers.
Severus grinned devilishly when Lucius said, "I see a ball gag in your future, Miss Granger, if you can't control that lip of yours."
"I like the way you think," Severus replied. "Why don't you grab the spreader bar?"
"Just what I was thinking. Let's keep her stance nice and wide."
Hermione kept her eyes on Severus as he tossed off his dress robe and rolled up his sleeves as Lucius walked away. How could the simple white button-down shirt and charcoal trousers be so sexy?
"Widen your stance, pet," her Master instructed as he came closer.
Hermione did as instructed, but her mind wandered for a minute. If her sixteen-year-old self could see her now. Her professor commanding such a lewd act in that wickedly sexy tone of his as Lucius Malfoy watched? Her younger self would have thought some dark magic was at play, certainly.
And she would have been right. It was dark magic. Only not of the Hocus Pocus kind.
"More," Severus commanded, after Lucius handed him the bar, jarring her back to the present. She shuffled her feet further apart so that they were far wider than her shoulders. A wave of his wand and the padded cuffs locked around her ankles, the metal bar in between them leaving her no option of moving them.
Snape prowled closer and leaned forward as salacious words dripped from his lips. "Such a good little girl. Naked and restrained for our pleasure." Her eyes fluttered in cahoots with her belly when he swiped a finger along the seam between her legs. "So wet and juicy." His nose was still dusting her neck with whispered pants of air. "Begging for cock." He slid what felt like two fingers inside of her and pumped them vigorously, which caused her hips to reflexively thrust into his hand. "Mmm, such a needy little slut."
"I can smell her from all the way over here," her prior Master added. While she couldn't see his face, Hermione could picture the teasing smirk on his beautiful lips perfectly.
Severus stepped back, lightly sticking out his tongue as he swiped his index finger across it. "Delicious as well. Come have a taste."
"Don't mind if I do," the blond responded. He was behind Hermione so she couldn't see him, but she jolted when he was instantly under her and his tongue was darting in and out of her quim.
"Sweet like nectar," he whispered, his breath blowing what felt like cool air on her overheated labia. "Perhaps we should save some for our morning crumpets."
A deep chuckle preceded Snape's words. "We'll just spread her out on the brunch table. A dip for all to taste."
"Quite right. Draco and M would love that."
Oh Gods! Hermione internally moaned as the thought of being spread eagle on the dining room table left her far more aroused than it should have. Another few swipes of Lucius' tongue and the tightening coil in Hermione's belly was about to spring.
Fuck! She internally raged, when the bastard suddenly and sadistically removed his attentions. Leaving her wanting and panting, her head fell forward as her pussy fluttered from the loss.
Lucius gracefully stood and stepped toward his friend, fully aware of Hermione's struggle, as he asked conversationally, "What do you think, flogger? Cane?"
Hermione was still coming down from her near orgasm when she looked up and into the rapacious and fervent stares of the two men before her. Severus tilted his head as though thinking before he said simply, "Both, I think."
When Snape walked away, Lucius maintained his stare and offered her a small, crooked smile. "It will never get old seeing you like this." He stalked closer so that he was only half a meter away. "Trussed up," his eyes draped down to her chest. "Such perfect and beautiful tits. Begging to be suckled."
Oh honestly, Hermione self-scolded when her body just about convulsed at the way the man said 'tits'. She couldn't help it, though. There were just certain words that were not supposed to come out of Lucius 'prim and proper' Malfoy's mouth. And tits was one of them!
He leaned forward, slowly, towards her chest as his eyes stayed on hers. She drew in a staccato breath in desperate anticipation of him taking a peak into his mouth. That breath escaped in a slow and steady blow as he merely brushed the tip of her left nipple with the tenderest of kisses.
Ohhhh fuuuuck, she internally bemoaned as her head fell back.
A ghoulish chuckle caused his breath to leave a cool trail on her overheated skin as he planted a soft kiss above the swell of the same breast. "Oh fuck, indeed," he whispered. "Talking out of turn, Miss Granger. My, my, my. How quickly we forget the rules."
Oh shit! Did I say that out loud?
Her panicked eyes met her Master when he approached. "What did I miss?" he asked as Lucius came up to a full stand.
"Just a little talking out of turn."
"Well, then. Not a moment too soon," he said as he handed his friend the flogger that had recently been repaired. The rattan cane remained in his right hand and in Hermione's line of sight. "What color are we, pet?"
"Green, Master. Very green."
Hermione didn't miss the way Lucius ran his fingers though the flogger's leather strips as he seemed to be assessing her body, as though contemplating where to start. Severus was brilliant with the cane and a master of the whip, but Lucius was one with the flogger. He could wield it so that it was no more than a feather's tease on one pass, and then become the stings of thirty bees on the next.
"Very well," Severus responded. He pulled a slip of silk out of his pocket and approached her. "A little blind fold to help prevent...distractions." Her vision was immediately obscured when the cloth was draped over her eyes and tied behind her head.
"So beautiful," Severus' baritone said softly as the skim of a fingertip brushed her chin.
"Exquisite," Lucius replied with a heavy sigh. "Hmm, such lovely skin. It just needs a little color don't you think, Master Severus?"
"Yes. A canvas, ready to be painted."
Hermione's head fell back, a breathy moan escaping her vocal cords, when the much anticipated first strike landed. It was a simple light brush against her left hip. A tease. A kiss. A promise of more to come. She barely stopped herself from holding her breath as she awaited the next. Experience had taught her well; oxygen deprivation led to tense muscles which led to pain. The looser she was, the better. Of course, sometimes a little breath holding was just what the Dominant ordered, it could lead to exquisite orgasms, after all. This, however, was not one of those times. At least, not yet.
A deep and cleansing breath helped her relax into her restraints, causing the tension in her neck and shoulders to fade. That's it, Hermione, she coached herself, just let it happen.
Swish. Another glance of the flogger struck her close to the first. This time on her right outer thigh. Hermione smiled rapturously as its tendrils lazily wrapped around the inner thigh in a caress. It left behind a trail of warmth on her charged skin. Lucius was being very gentle. At least for now.
Swat. A slightly harder landing on her left inner thigh was immediately followed by the sound and sting of the cane on her right thigh, in the same spot the flogger had struck only a minute before. Ahh. And now Master joins the game.
The minute her breath hitched the wizards exchanged knowing and delighted smirks. They had barely touched her, yet she was already on the brink of combustion.
Slap. A harder brush of the flogger landed on her left hip and was immediately followed by the sound of air being sliced as a sharp bite of the cane landed on her left thigh.
"Unggg," she half growled as the afterburn intensified.
She was just cognizant enough to pick up on their sequence. The flogger came first, a gentle caress to prepare the skin for the thwack of the cane which would soon follow, the flogger remained two spots ahead.
Seeing nothing but blackness, her senses of touch and sound were amplified. She forced herself to stay as limp as possible as the strikes kept coming.
There was a light sound of footsteps circling her before the swish and slap of the flogger landed on her right breast. Her back immediately arched in response, leaving her slightly off balance. Her arms tensed as she attempted to keep her footing when a swoosh of the knotted leather tendrils met her other breast.
She could literally feel the eyes of both men devouring her.
She drew in a gulp of oxygen as visions of what she couldn't see, but knew it to be true, flashed in her mind:
The feverish flush on Lucius' face as the flogger bent to his will. His eyes, liquid pools of smoky grey as they drank in her body's response.
Her Master's stare would be consuming and predatory as his cane struck with precision.
She was too lost in sensation to care about the light trickle of moisture making its way down her thigh. The tightening in her womb was nonsensical, but saying that didn't make it any less true. It was happening. An inferno was raging. All as her pussy was being ignored.
Chills danced over her skin as her hips thrust lightly in their desperate need.
"Gorgeous," the sultry voice she recognized to be Lucius' sounded from in front of her.
"Exquisite," responded Severus from beside her.
Anticipating what was coming, she tried to remain calm. Severus had never caned her breasts before.
She was surprised, when instead, the strike of the rattan landed on her right buttock. Perhaps they were not so predictable, after all. Silly Hermione, she self-chided with an audible maniacal giggle.
"Something funny, Doll?"
Unable to speak coherently, she lightly tossed her head from side to side.
"Hmm, let's turn up the heat, shall we?" Severus responded with a slightly menacing tone.
Fuck!
Their pace began to quicken.
Lucius remained in front of her, now flogging her thighs with more force and rhythm. Swish, swat. Swish, swat. She could picture his back and forth wrist motion perfectly as he manipulated the flogger. Every now and then a rogue tendril would slap her pussy which elicited a catch of her breath and a raspy exhale.
Meanwhile the drippings down her legs intensified as her Masters' cane was leaving what she knew was a pattern of red, crisscross markings on her thighs and buttocks.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. She could feel the beating of her heart in her neck.
Her head lolled from side to side and her breath came out in gasps as the strikes continued to land. Her hips were gyrating of their own accord as that inferno inside her was now a volcano on the cusp of eruption.
She barely registered the dropping of the cane from behind her before Severus fell to floor and buried his face in her snatch.
Her palms tightened to fists as every muscle in her body clamped down. A keening wail escaped her lips as any illusion of sanity left her completely. White lights flickered in her vision. Her restraints kept her upright when her legs gave out and turned to putty. The spreader bar kept her shaking limbs separated despite her desire to draw them into herself. She was too far gone to be bothered by the gush of liquid that sloshed her Master's face.
Her quim quivered and trembled at the frantic licking, nibbling, and probing of his teeth, lips, and tongue on her now very sensitive flesh. His hands grabbed her hips and held her still when her pelvis reflexively jerked away. Ignoring her plight, his tongue continued to lave and feast before transferring its attentions to her puckered hole instead.
At the same time, a hot mouth clamped down on her right breast as fingers plucked and twisted her other nipple.
"Oh God," she cried out, unable to maintain her silence any longer.
"That's it, Doll. Let us hear you," Lucius commanded with a muffled voice as his mouth continued to feast.
It was too much. The coiling. The tightening. She couldn't take it.
And then it wasn't enough.
"More!" she wailed, desperate to clench her legs together. She wanted lips on hers. She wanted to touch skin. She wanted to feel hair. She wanted to grasp muscled arms.
She was half delirious as she whimpered, "I…I…need…" Only she didn't know what she needed. Just that she needed it now!
"Don't worry, Doll. We know," Lucius' seductive and rumbling tenor whispered patiently as his fingers slid into her core, all while Severus' tongue on her arse was making her want to climb the walls.
When the fingers inside her pressed against her g-spot, she mewled in uncontained abandon as that coil inside her was on the cusp of springing free.
"Fees s goo," she sobbed incoherently as her head continued to thrash.
She stopped breathing, and she could swear her heart stopped beating as well, when suddenly Lucius fell to his knees before her, his mouth devouring her quim as Severus continued his merciless assault on her arse. It was instant. A centrical force. Another surge of ruthless and unstoppable pleasure that devoured her awareness, leaving her mind a void of conscious thought.
"I can't, I can't!" she cried as tears spilled down her cheeks and the aftershocks of her second orgasm rocked her body. She was breathing in short pants as her tears stopped and the welcome vision of sanity was on the horizon. It was so close.
Light kisses of both men were peppering her thighs, as strong hands massaged her calves.
She was vaguely aware of the men standing as Lucius commanded. "Strapado. Now."
"Yes," her Master responded urgently.
Hermione felt her bindings release as an arm snaked around her waist to offer support and keep her upright. A kiss on her shoulder was followed by her Master's whisper, "You are amazing, Mine."
She basked in his touch as Severus' strong hands massaged her shoulders, neck and arms. Her mask was removed causing her eyes to strain as they adjusted to the minimal and dancing light of the candle sconces. As her vision cleared, it was to see Lucius standing before her, shirtless and with his placket open, his hand massaging his erect cock.
The second his perusing gaze caught her watching, their eyes locked. The subtle arching of his lips drew into a taunting smirk. It anchored her and she couldn't wrench her chocolate stare away if she tried. Lucius Malfoy was not a modest man. He was beautiful, and he knew it.
Strong arms from behind her lifted her easily and then set her back down on her feet. It was obvious some kind of platform was beneath her because she was now taller, almost as tall as the two men. The spreader bar had not been removed and her feet remained immobile.
Sanity restored, Hermione remained quiet as Severus brought her hands behind her back where he wrapped the bindings around her forearms and wrists. "Lean forward," he instructed, gently. His palm pressed between her shoulder blades and she felt her arms draw up behind her. Her feet remained separated and immobile by the bar between them. This had been one of Lucius' favorite positions and with her standing on the platform, her body was positioned at the proper height to accommodate the much taller men.
At last. Now was when the wizards would take their pleasure from her. She was ready to be used. She was ready to be their vessel. She wanted to take them to the same peak of euphoria that they had carried her. Her need to do this was suddenly consuming.
Eager to please, she made great effort to hold her position exactly as Severus had placed her.
She watched through lidded lashes as Lucius stepped close. The back of his fingers tenderly stroked her face. "You want to please us, don't you kitten?" he asked softly, as though speaking to a lover.
Her face tilted and her eye lids fluttered as she kissed the closest finger. "Yes, sir."
Suddenly those same fingers gripped her cheeks as her head was jerked back by a strong and jarring grasp of her hair. The hand that had been on her face gave her a stinging slap across her left cheek. The one-eighty from gentle to rough was heady. "Then do so," he commanded.
She smiled licentiously, ready for the brutish play.
Lucius rubbed his weeping cock along her lips. His voice was raspy with his own need. "Open, slut," he drawled.
Her lips were barely parted before he pressed his way in. A feral growl grumbled from his chest as he slid out and back in. "Yes, that's it, Doll. Fuck my cock with that precious and brilliant little mouth of yours."
The man was not being gentle, and the grasp of her hair was painful. He thrust his hips, his cock hitting the back of her throat and causing her to gag. It was sublime, and Hermione wouldn't want it any other way.
"This is a pussy for Gods," Severus praised from behind her as she heard the telling sound of a zipper. Fingers grasped her hips and she closed her eyes in anticipation. Her lover didn't disappoint. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as her Master slid in slowly from behind. Her senses were jarred when he pulled out quickly and slammed back in so hard that she almost saw stars.
Finally! she internally exalted. Two cocks at once. She had fanaticized and masturbated to this scenario so many times. It was always these two men. And now it was real.
Severus began to thrust abandonedly, his tight hold on her hips menacing.
Lucius kept his fist in her hair, guiding her to meet his thrusts. He was moving so fast it was hard for her to utilize her tongue the way she remembered he enjoyed. It seemed they were both as desperate for her as she had been for them only moments before.
Drool leaked out the sides of her mouth as the blond master pressed deeper and held his cock on the verge of her throat. Her nostrils flared as they drew in beloved oxygen. She struggled not to cough when he pushed forward even farther. The second he relented, she sucked in a heaving gasp for him to only slide back in again.
"What color are we?" Severus asked with a grunting breath from over her shoulder.
Lucius pulled back just enough for her to manage a garbled, "Green."
"That's my girl," her master crooned as he swatted her arse.
Hermione groaned when she felt the scissoring of Severus' fingers in her arse as he continued to pound in and out of her cunt. Yes!
And then she knew exactly what she wanted. No! What she needed! In her realization, she felt too confined. Her wrists struggled in their bindings and her ankles wiggled within their cuffs. The overwhelming desire to have her hands on them was frazzling her.
"Please," she choked out desperately when Lucius' shaft gave her mouth a reprieve.
He pulled her head back, finding her eyes wild and unfocused. "What do you need, Doll?" he asked with only a slight edge of concern in his voice.
"Both of you. Now! Please!" Hermione was surprised by her own desperation, but she had never wanted something so much in her life as she did right this moment. Tears were freely flowing once again.
"Snape?" Lucius asked.
Hermione couldn't hear a response but her Masters' movements from behind her ceased.
"How do you want to do this?" Lucius asked from above.
"The bed, now!" was the urgent response.
There was a rush of movement as the wizards had her out of the bindings and spreader bar in a flash.
She wrapped her arms around Severus' neck when he scooped her up and carried her to the huge bed.
If you asked her, Hermione wouldn't be able to explain what she was feeling. It wasn't just desire and attraction. It wasn't as simple as a physical need. It was the culmination of everything. Her experiences, her successes, and her failures with these men. The ups and the downs, the happiness and the sorrows. Somehow it felt like everything led to this moment. And now that it was here, it was almost suffocating her with its necessity.
She focused on centering herself. She needed to be calmer. Grounded. Present and accounted for and not a fireball of frenzied need like she had been only a moment ago. This was an experience she would want to remember.
Feeling a bit more in control of herself, she kneeled on the mattress and watched the men divest their clothing. The contrast of their naked bodies was beautiful. Severus with his dark, slightly wavy hair and onyx eyes. Lucius with his sleek, white-blond locks and irises that fluctuated along the spectrum of shades of grey, depending on his attire and his mood.
Their only matching attribute was their pale skin. Severus' was because he spent all his time in a potion's lab or in the club. Lucius' pale skin was by choice. He had once reprimanded Hermione for not using enough sunscreen when she had arrived at the Manor for Sunday dinner with sun kissed skin. She had spent the afternoon watching Harry and Ron play pick up Quidditch in the park. Lucius' mortification at her oversight had been almost comical.
After a nonverbal communication with his cohort, Severus slid to the middle of the bed and onto his back. "Come, pet. Straddle me," he commanded.
She quickly crawled over and, after getting into position, searched his obsidian depths for permission. The minute his right brow cocked, as though telling her to get on with it, Hermione draped her palms on his chest and eased down.
Without conscious thought, her head fell sideways in pleasure as her hands explored the planes of his chest, shoulders, and arms.
She moaned at the feel of his fingers as they gripped her hips and took control of her rhythm and pace. While she loved the feeling of her Master inside of her, at this moment, it wasn't enough. She knew what was coming.
Hermione could feel Lucius' heavy presence to the side of them. Her brandy gaze swept his way, pulled like an anchor to the ocean floor, anxious and ready for him to join the fray.
His gunmetal, sensuous stare narrowed and darkened when it dipped to her mouth, causing her breath to catch, which in turn, allowed her trapped bottom lip to spring free. She felt like she had been caught masturbating by the family priest when his reproving eyes flashed back to her doe-eyed stare. Forgive me father for I have sinned!
His mouth pulled into a sinister sneer that promised delectable retribution. All the while, his focus continued to draw her in as he crept up behind her.
Her attention whisked back to Snape when fingers began twisting and flicking her nipples. "Play with them," he demanded, as his hands moved back to her hips.
Her touch was tentative as she complied, her disappointment at having to take her hands off him etched plainly on her face.
"Something wrong, pet?" he asked knowingly and leeringly as he watched her fondle her own nipples. Before she could respond, a whispered, "Accio alligator nipple clamps," from her master's lips and the torture device that Hermione loved to hate flew their way.
It was Lucius who reached out and grabbed them from midair.
The blond was now straddling Snape from behind her. His chest was pressed against her back and she could feel his desire nudging her as well. Lucius' hands reached around and tweaked her nipples as Severus watched with a widening and lecherous grin from beneath her.
Suddenly, she didn't give an iota about the clamps, for they were no more than a distraction. What mattered was that right now she was fucking Severus and soon her training master would be inside of her as well.
When the cold metal bit her left hardened peak, she swallowed the pain with a muted groan. She was prepared for the attack of the second clip and instead focused on the light swell of the cock inside of her and the warm touch of the man behind her. A touch that was contradictory to the device he had sadistically placed on her nipples. A touch that was almost nurturing as it stroked the swell of her breasts as though her skin was the daintiest of butterfly wings.
"Oh, pet. If you could see yourself right now. Riding me, Lucius behind you, your tits clamped so beautifully. Stunning." His focus shot to Lucius and back. "Wrap your arms behind you, around Lucius' neck and thrust your breasts out."
Hermione was eager to comply. Her back naturally arched and Lucius' long and lean fingers encased her small waist as her head fell back onto his chest. Hermione was fairly limber and with her arms up and behind her, she was able to run her fingers through his silky strands of hair.
When the blond scooted a little closer, his erection pressed more insistently against her lower back. He cupped the underswell of her breasts and lifted them while pushing them together, as though presenting them to her Master who was watching with raptured intensity as he bucked his hips and began to fuck her with more ferocity. "Thank you, Lucius," he half grunted through his exertion. "Now, fuck her."
She felt the rich and reverberating laugh through the chest wall of the man behind her every bit as much as she heard it. "With pleasure, brother."
Lucius released her breasts and then grabbed her arms, moving them back to a more natural position in front of her. Severus took her hands and kissed them, one after the other.
"Lean forward, kitten," Lucius instructed as he trailed his touch to her bottom.
Severus encased her face in his large hands and pulled her mouth to his. The kiss started out aggressive as his tongue barraged her mouth and his teeth chewed her upper lip. A wanton moan groused from her lips when she felt Lucius spread her arse cheeks. She felt the slick of a lubrication charm followed by a finger sliding into her. Severus continued kissing her as she slowly moved her hips up and down and back and forth over his cock.
When a second finger entered her puckered hole, Hermione couldn't contain her insatiable yearning. "Not enough," she wailed as she shifted the angle of her hips, ever so slightly, so that she was pressing her bottom into Lucius' hand.
"Yes!" She screamed out when she felt the large head of Lucius' cock prod at her rear entrance. She was ready for the burn. She wanted the ache. She wanted to feel the fullness of both these men inside of her.
"Breathe, kitten," Lucius whispered. Hermione hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath.
Then she felt the pressure of fingers on her clit and looked down to see Severus fondling her. The sensations were overwhelming. Severus' cock inside her, Lucius' prick probing the entrance of her backside, the clamps on her nipples. And now her clit was being plucked like a six string. Her brain was in a state of delicious chaos, unsure where to go or what to focus on.
She chose to concentrate on the build. It was not unlike a rollercoaster. Climbing with dreaded anticipation, knowing it was inevitable. The rush. The thrill. Then she crested. And then she flew.
The minute Severus felt the beginning signs of her release, he removed the nipple clamps and signaled Lucius. The blond surged forward into the bliss of tight muscled, heat; just in time for her pelvic floor to clamp down and flutter maniacally. His gaze was locked on Snape's, the two men speaking without words. They were both inside of her. It was bliss. Euphoric.
Neither man moved, allowing her the chance to come down and acclimate to the new intrusion that she would be much more aware of as her head cleared.
She had fallen forward, her elbows on Severus' chest. Lucius rubbed her back and her sides as Severus whispered how beautiful she was.
When her breathing slowed and she rasped a throaty "More," the men smiled and began to move.
Hermione felt full. She felt pressure. But she didn't feel pain. The removal of the clamps at the moment of her release had caused a rush of delicious agony that intensified her climax. Distracted, she had barely been aware of Lucius pushing all the way into her arse.
Now that she was fully cognizant, her focus was not on herself.
She wanted one thing. She wanted to please these two men. She wanted to give them an experience they would remember. They had done this with other witches. This experience needed to stand out. This needed to mean as much to them as it did to her.
She was consumed with these thoughts when her hooded gaze lifted to Severus'. Neither men were moving very fast. Her masters' eyes were glazed with concern and were glued to her face.
She pushed up from her elbows so that her hands were back on his chest. Lucius has paused his movement behind her.
A single word was choked out from her blond former Master. "Color?"
A large smile crept on her face as she allowed her head to fall back onto Lucius' chest.
"Green. So fucking green."
It was an hour later that Lucius and Severus sat on the sofa and watched Hermione sleep as they sipped sparkling water.
Severus could attest, without a shadow of a doubt, that this had been one of the most sexually gratifying experiences of his life. Hermione had been perfect. More than perfect. He had always enjoyed tag teaming a submissive with his best friend, but it wasn't something they had done more than a handful of times.
Tonight, it had felt more right than ever. Perhaps it was because he was sharing the experience with the two people that meant the most to him. Had this been what it was like for Lucius when Severus had joined his marriage bed? Lucius had always seemed so jubilant after those encounters. Severus had always felt immensely sated and content, but not like he did at this moment.
He felt a tremendous amount of gratitude for his friend as well. Hermione had been given one hell of an intro in double penetration and thoughts of potential future sessions begin to manifest in his head. Lucius was a perfect third for them. Maybe they could have a standing night once a month or something. It would be a huge disappointment if the man did become serious about Juliette and was no longer available.
Severus wanted his best friend to be happy. He wanted him to find the witch of his dreams and settle down. Only he wanted Lucius' paramour to be a submissive. That way the four of them could continue down this path that felt so incredibly right.
He looked to his right to see Lucius' glazed over expression as he watched Hermione sleep.
"She's amazing," Severus said quietly before looking at his friend.
"That she is, Snape. She's an excellent match for you."
Severus looked at Lucius with searching eyes. "This was kind of perfect tonight, don't you think?"
Lucius stared at his friend. It was. It had been. Perfect. Beyond perfect, even. It was a hard thing to have and to lose.
"It was, Severus. It was a night I will never forget."
Severus smirked. "Well, we are here at least through brunch tomorrow, friend. And her submission continues. There is no reason tomorrow can't be just as memorable. Also, if Hermione enjoyed it as much as I think she did, there will be plenty more opportunities for the three of us to scene in the future as well."
"I like the sound of that," Lucius responded as he tapped his friend's glass with his own.
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