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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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AN: Ladies and gents (if there are any gents out there, that is). So many of you follow us on FB and were aware that Lissa was not in a really creative place for the last months. You were encouraging and supportive. Others left beautiful reviews of support and checked in via PMs to see how things were going and asking after our wellbeing.
We are floored by the love and excitement that fuels this community – this family – because face it, we are an extended family of diverse and beautiful people who all come together for the love of the Harry Potter Universe. You have made the last months less sour than they could have been, and we thank you…from the bottom our hearts. You have been wonderful.
When we decided to break, it was to build a buffer. As life went south for Lissa, the buffer never happened. Now that we seem to be fully back on the horse (cross your fingers) we were so excited that we STILL do not have a buffer, but we had to post. We wanted to get this to you all with our thanks. That being said – there is no update schedule to announce, but we will post progress and give warnings on FB when the next chapters are ready. We ask for your continued patience while we try and get the juices flowing to maximum speed and give you as much as we can.
Many of you also know that during our lull, Lissa was able to revamp an old story of hers called “Bless the Broken Road” which is a Dramione. What used to be four chapters has turned into twelve with additional scenes and much cleaned up grammar, structure, and added imagery as a team, not an individual writer. The first six chapters are posted on AO3 & FFN under our individual names and on Watt Pad and FFN under our joint account. The next three chapters are being polished and will be posted soon. They’re only being polished because they are fully written, though. So after those three chapters are up, we will be focusing solely on MML. There will be between 30-35 chapters on this story when it’s fully complete per the outline, but we most likely won’t work on it much, if at all, until after MML is done, possibly MMF, as well.

Lissa wrote this chapter with deep input from Snow. It has been BETA’d by one, the other is still working on it, and it will be re-uploaded with any corrections she finds, but there will be no massive rewrites or anything. We’re just super excited to get it to you. Snow is already plowing ahead on Chapter 15 and plans to write all weekend.

So without further ado (Because haven’t I bored you enough?), welcome back to Master Mine: A Lesson in Love. We’re excited to continue our journey.

Love,
Lissa & Snow
Chapter Fourteen
BETA LOVE: RaynePhoenix12 & sab81790
Wednesday May 30^th
“Hi love!” Hermione greeted Severus as he entered the kitchen, having just come through her floo moments before. “How was the day?”
Severus’ heart clenched at her beautiful smile, his own lips twitching at just the sight of her. How he loved coming home to her at the end of his day. Which reminded him, “Have I thanked you lately for talking Lucius into letting you redo the schedule at the Club?” He wrapped his arms around her from behind while she tossed a salad for their dinner. “I do like getting to see you at normal times during the week… And I have to admit that, while the prospect of staring down free weekends is a novelty I’m not sure what I’ll do with, I am pleased to have the extra time.”
Hermione turned in his arms, taking in the playful glint in his eyes and the way his lips twitched. She had expected to get an earful when she requested playing with their schedule and payroll to see if she could work out a system to free the owner’s time. With such a lucrative business, it just didn’t seem right that her two favorite Dominants were spending so much time on the floor as Dungeon Masters plus hours in the office managing the business side of things. Plus…if she were being totally honest…she wanted more time with them, and their schedules were just not conducive.
“I’m glad you’re pleased,” she murmured as she pressed up on the balls of her feet to kiss him. Even going up on her tippy-toes, she had to loop her arms around his neck and pull him down to meet her partway – he was just that much taller than her. She gave a tiny squeak against his lips as he picked her up by the hips with ease and settled her on the counter, taking care not to knock over the salad as he gave her proper hello snog.
They lost themselves in each other, which seemed to happen every time their electric energy linked. He growled low in his throat while kneading her hips and she made soft humming sounds as she combed her fingers through his hair and brushed light touches to his jaw and chin.
Neither was sure how long they had been caressing and kissing when a light tap came at the window above the sink. They jumped apart, startled by the noise. “It’s the Prophet owl,” Severus sighed and stepped away from Hermione to move to the sink and un-hinge the pane. Hermione subscribed to the evening edition of the paper as she was usually out of the house when the morning one would arrive.
Hermione fished a sickle from her pocket and passed it to Snape to drop in the pouch the bird carried before accepting the rolled parchment. He glanced around for a treat to give the owl and was a little disappointed when Hermione slid off the counter before turning to ruffle through the cupboard, he had absolutely been planning on returning to kissing her. She unearthed a roll of crackers and held one out for the bird, who hooted in thanks before taking off into the sunset.
“Supper is almost ready,” she told him over her shoulder as she moved to check the contents of the oven. “Baked spaghetti and garlic bread.”
“I thought that’s what I smelled!” Snape’s mouth was watering at the mere mention of his favorite meal. She made a great spaghetti bake. “I’m starved.”
“Same!” She closed the oven and went to her fridge to pull a bottle of sweet red wine. When she turned, Snape was already pulling down wine and water glasses to set the table with. She filled their beverages while he retrieved plates and silverware.
About five minutes later, the timer went off just as she was finishing grating some fresh parmesan. She smiled to herself as Snape flicked his wand from where he was perusing the Prophet headlines to magic the bread and bake from the oven. Another jab from the ebony colored stick and the bread was sliced and the salad was serving itself on their plates. She joined him with a small bowl of the parmesan and sat immediately to his right, their knees touching.
It was only then she noticed the hard look on Snape’s face. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her stomach clenching in concern. He didn’t answer immediately, and Hermione took in his posture. His back was ramrod straight and his fist was curled around the paper.
“There’s been another attack on a Muggle-born witch in Hogsmeade. A student this time – she was injured. She has special permission to meet Madam Vêtements at Twilfit and Tattings twice a week as her apprentice.”
“Oh, my goodness!” Hermione cocked her head to the side to scan the article. The witch in question was indeed a seventh year Hogwarts student. Her listed injuries spoke of an attempted sexual assault in Hermione’s mind. Bile rose in her throat.
There was silence for a brief moment while Snape let her finish reading the short article. When their eyes met, she swallowed at the look on his face, tears springing to her eyes. He was frightened, and his concern moved her on a visceral level.
“Severus,” she said slowly. “I’m fine.”
“You take too many risks…you’re always out on your own.” Hermione closed her eyes, knowing what was coming next. She’d had these talks with him, Lucius, Draco, and her boys many times since the first attempted abduction a few months ago.
“I floo everywhere these days,” she protested. “And you join me on almost all my runs.”
“What do you mean ‘almost all’ of them?” His voice was dangerously low and silky and Hermione’s eyes widened in horror at the mistake she had just made.
“I started running Monday mornings, too,” she murmured. “All the flooing, coupled with the fact that I’m actually cooking and eating dinner every night instead of just having a snack at some point has had me gain a few pounds.” She felt his gaze rake over her body.
“You look wonderful, I see no difference,” he argued.
“Well – thank you.” Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. “I feel the difference, though,” she countered.
“I will join you Mondays then, as well. Same time?”
“Severus, I just don’t think it’s necessary. I’m perfectly able –”
“This is non-negotiable, Mine!” He scooted his chair back slightly to face her fully.
She bit her lip as her temper rose to the surface and ducked her head to cut off their eye contact. He was worried, he wanted to make sure she was safe. Eventually this guy would make a mistake and get caught and she could talk him into letting her do her runs on her own again – not that she minded the company. She loved having him with her, but the changes in her routine were driving her nuts. She missed the quiet solitude of her before breakfast treks.
“Okay,” she said out loud, throwing her hands up in mild exasperation. “Of course, I’d like you to join me, but I don’t think it’s necessary. I’m perfectly capable of handling an attacker.”
Snape’s face softened and he reached to touch her face, gently tracing her cheek with his thumb before moving to press his forehead to hers. He kissed her lips lightly before responding. “I know this, Hermione,” he assured her. “I just…don’t like the idea of you being out there alone right now. We don’t know what this person is after. All we know is that someone is targeting Muggle-born witches – and you’re the highest profile Muggle-born in our country.”
She closed her eyes and sighed, shifting so her face pressed into his neck as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder. She lay a gentle kiss on his jaw. “For your peace of mind then, love,” she promised. “Now,” Hermione pulled back and reached for the salad. “Let’s eat before it gets cold.”
Thursday May 31^st, 2007
4:32 PM

Dear Lucius,
I just wanted to take a moment to confirm for 7pm Sunday night for dinner. I hope this note finds you well.

Thinking about you,
Hermione
~~~~~
Friday June 1^st, 2007
12:19 AM
Hermione,
Yes to dinner at 7pm on Sunday. I am looking forward to seeing both you and Severus and Draco and M. It will be nice to see those I love the most every Sunday night, I am glad we are all able to make our weekend dinners a reality. I am well, I hope you are, too. Any special requests for dinner? Bilby can be most accommodating.
Yours,
Lucius
~~~~~
Friday June 1^st, 2007
6:61 AM
Lucius,
It will be nice to all be together as a family this weekend. While I love and enjoy the Weasleys and think of them as my family, it has been lovely to have people to myself this year. I feel as though I have a family of my own again, it’s a wonderful thing.
Nothing special – maybe something fruity for dessert?
Looking forward to seeing you!
Love,
Hermione
“Do you know where I put my earrings?” Hermione called as she hopped from one foot to the other in order to put on her black and white houndstooth kitten heels. “I set them down somewhere and can’t find them!”
“I saw them on the kitchen table when I got back from the greenhouses,” Snape reported, poking his head in the doorway of the bedroom. His chest was bare and he had a towel slung low on his hips. His hair was damp, and he had shaving cream on his left cheek still.
She raked her eyes over his well-muscled chest before smirking coquettishly up at him and sashaying across the room. She kissed his right cheek while gently tweaking his nipple. Snape let out a low groan and clutched the razor in his hand a bit more tightly as he took in her black and white cocktail dress and lace stockings. “Thank you, sir,” she murmured, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
“Mmm,” he hooked an arm around her waist as she tried to skirt past him, causing her to give a quiet squeal of laughter. “Does my princess want to play?”
“Erm…” She huffed a small moan when lips touched the nape of her neck after lifting her mane of loose curls.
“No,” he decided for them. “There’s no time right now, we’re due for dinner in fifteen minutes.”
Hermione was half relieved, half disappointed. She flashed a look over her shoulder, smiling brightly. “Perhaps later, sir?”
“Count on that.” He gave her that smirk she loved so much, and she fluttered her eyelashes, making him laugh lightly.
She paused in surprise when she got into the kitchen. On the table stood a vase with a beautiful array of wildflowers in it and at its base was a small, silver wrapped package tied with a gold bow. She walked slowly, her heart thrumming lightly.
“Did you think I’d forget?” Severus’ rumbling bass made her jump slightly and she turned her chin over her right shoulder.
“Severus,” she whispered, feeling equally awed and panicked. What have I missed? “I’m afraid it’s I who forgot something.”
A roguish grin crossed his face, making her heartrate speed even more as she turned fully towards him and leaned against the table. He tilted his head back and let out a short laugh and Hermione felt her cheeks heat. She was really starting to worry. What was he talking about?
She felt even more stunned when he moved to her and grasped her face between his large hands and kissed her soundly on the mouth. “This is part of the reason you and I are quite perfect for each other,” he told her, chuckling again at the still puzzled look on her face. “Happy anniversary, Mine.”
“Happy…anniversary…but…” She trailed off incredulously and then a dazzling smile lit her face as his hands dropped. He could barely breathe because of the beauty of it. He snatched up the little box and offered it to her, trying to remain calm – would he ever get used to being looked at like she looked at him?

“Six months? You’re celebrating our six-month anniversary? You bought me a present?” He wanted to laugh at her again, but at the same time felt a little tug of uncertainty. People celebrated six-month anniversaries, didn’t they?
He kept his smirk in place, trying not to let his hesitation show, and slightly withdrew the gift. “Well, if you don’t want it –”
“I didn’t say that!” She laughed again and snatched the pretty box out of his hands and Snape let out a silent breath of relief at her delight and eagerness.
A few seconds later, Hermione gasped as she took in a pair of delicate drop earrings, silver and intricate. “They’re beautiful,” she said sincerely. “Thank you so much!” She raised on her tip toes and kissed him sweetly while twining her arms around his neck.
“You’re welcome,” he whispered into her ear when the kiss broke a moment later. “I’m glad you like them.”
“I feel terrible, I didn’t even think of it – I don’t have anythi –”
“Don’t fret,” he told her, a wicked grin on his face. “You can gift me something later…” He winked, causing her to giggle slightly before she snuggled into him again, wrapping her arms around his waist. He hugged her back, relishing the feel of her small body pressed against him.
“Honestly, Hermione,” he whispered into the hair on the top of her head. “You’ve given me so much more than I could have ever expected these last months, just your presence in my life is a gift.” Internally, Severus was a bit startled that such sentimental words had slipped out of his own mouth. This little witch continues to inspire a side of me I never even knew I had.
He heard her tiny gasp of surprise with his words and felt her grip around him tighten a bit. He pressed a kiss to her crown and squeezed her back.
“You’re going to make me cry, Severus,” she murmured, pulling back slightly before raising to kiss him again. “Thank you so much, I feel the same.” Her eyes were full of such affection that it made his chest tighten. He cleared his throat and bent to press one last buss to her lips.
“We should get going,” he told her gruffly, attempting to conceal his emotions. “We don’t want to be late.”
He pretended not to see her knowing smile as she slipped the earrings out of the box and looped them into her ears. “I’m ready!” she told him happily, holding a handout for him.
She was able to take a good look at him for the first time after his sweet surprise as he laced his fingers with hers and pulled her to the fireplace. His hair was dry and silky, and he wore a dark grey quarter zip sweater and slacks in black. He looked wonderful and she couldn’t help the affection that swelled inside of her. Hermione loved these evenings. Where they danced around each other to get ready for a night out. Where they exchanged warm glances and gentle touches and chuckles and smiles with an undertone of sexual innuendo and heat. The added bonus of him bringing flowers and a gift to celebrate a small milestone in their relationship just had her all the more elated.
It was just so normal…and it was wonderful.
“And on that note,” Draco heaved a half laugh, half exasperated exclamation, “I think we should get going.”
“Aww,” Hermione teased. “You’re a big baby!”
Draco laughed again. “As you say, Beaves.” He threw a wink at her as he pushed himself out of his chair and elongated his body into a stretch that made Hermione tilt her head a bit in appreciation.
“Careful there, Miss Priss,” M drawled lazily as she accepted Draco’s outstretched hand. “You’re going to earn yourself a good wallop if you keep eyeing my man like that!”
Lucius snorted inelegantly as he watched Hermione, from the protection of Snape’s lap, tease his son and date. It had been another delightful evening at Malfoy Manor. The rooms had been filled with playful ribbing and laughter and light, easy conversation – all of which had been missing for far too long. The last weeks of family dinners had made the large property feel like a home again.
He ignored the joking between the younger generation as he studied his dark-haired friend, who was watching the little witch with unguarded and out of character adoration in his eyes. Lucius could tell that Hermione was feeling comfortable and uninhibited as she bantered with an underlying sexual innuendo while Draco and M gathered their things and took handfuls of floo powder. Watching Severus, so obviously infatuated with the girl, left Lucius with a feeling of satisfaction he hadn’t had in long, long time.
The farewells and laughter faded into a warm and comfortable silence as Draco and M flooed away and Hermione hummed contentedly as she leaned back into Severus’ shoulder, her head tilting as she pressed a buss to the underside of his jaw. Severus, oblivious to Lucius’ watchful stare, closed his eyes at her affectionate gesture and dropped a kiss to her temple, making Lucius’ heart constrict with happiness for them. When the man’s dark eyes fluttered opened, he caught Lucius’ gaze and the blond wanted to chuckle when his mien shuttered slightly. Lucius shook his head at him, telling him with his expression that he was truly happy for them. Severus visibly relaxed his features and gave a half-smirk.
Lucius knew that look, the “I can’t seem to help myself” air that he had seen on the dark wizard’s face very often as late. His heart fluttered again, but this time with a tinge of envy. He kept his face frozen in a knowing smile but lifted his drink to his lips and downed the rest of it. When he looked up at the couple again a few seconds later, it was to see them chatting quietly. Hermione nodded and Snape helped her stand by taking ahold of her slender waist and pushing her to her feet.
Lucius looked up at the curly-haired witch as she moved across the room to him, glancing briefly past her to see Severus’ lips twist into a sinfully sensual sneer. Eyes back to Hermione, he felt his heart start to pound a little harder as her pretty teeth made an appearance to suck a corner of her full bottom lip beneath their sharp points and a light blush stole across her cheeks.
It wasn’t hard to add two and two. Immediately, he straightened in his chair. Hermione stopped in front of him, making eye-contact briefly before demurely settling her gaze on the ground. The charge in the room shifted from joviality to sexual tension faster than one could say “hippogriff”. He felt the blood drain from his brain to his cock as he watched Severus push himself to stand.
“Miss Granger,” Severus stated firmly, crossing his arms over his chest, “you’re trying my patience with your hesitation.”
Lucius had to try not to laugh as the color in her cheeks deepened and a telltale flush crept up her neck. She moved to a kneel between his legs immediately and placed her hands on her thighs, palm up. “Sir,” she started in a breathy voice, “Master wishes to know if you’d like to play?”
Lucius’ cock went from burgeoning to fully hard as her eyes lifted to meet his own. Her embarrassment was delicious, and her breasts were rising and falling rapidly with her obvious desire. He had to stifle a groan as he reached out to pluck her lip from her teeth. The gesture so familiar between the two of them, that when she turned to nuzzle his hand with her cheek, the electricity that filled the room positively sizzled.
“And how does Doll feel about the suggestion?” Lucius asked. His own voice surprised him, husky and deeper than usual. He could not wield his voice like Severus could, that man’s tone was like melted dark chocolate, but Lucius knew his voice had an effect on her when she trembled visibly.
“I’m pleased to serve you both, sir,” she whispered, and this time Lucius couldn’t help the low groan that left his lips. He sat forward in his chair while setting his drink on the side table with a low clink of glass on wood and a tinkle of ice. He met Severus’ eyes, which were half lidded. The man gave him a nod. Knowing that nod was free reign to start as he pleased, Lucius reached out and sank one hand carefully into her loose tumble of curls. Slowly, he wrapped the tresses around his wrist and pulled her forward. She followed her hair, avoiding the pain. He leered at her before suddenly jerking his hand back, her gasp and he wrenched her face to meet his made his abdominals clench with desire. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips as she met his stare.
“Are you, pet? Are you pleased to serve us both?” he rasped. He could see Severus undoing his belt before sinking back into the love seat across from them and shifting slightly to have a better view. Lucius smirked at Hermione.
“With all my heart, sir,” Hermione murmured, and Lucius felt his throat tighten. Fuck.
“Let’s show him how well you can swallow my cock,” Lucius commanded, reveling in the way Hermione’s gaze darkened and moved to the placket of his trousers before raising back to his face. “Take it out,” he tightened his grip on her hair, causing another gasp before her hands went to work with controlled precision.
It didn’t take long for Hermione’s sweet little mouth to be wrapped around the tip of his cock. He paid little attention to Severus for a few moments, preferring to use his favorite little submissive unabashedly. It had been an age and a half since he’d had her mouth on him, and it was as exquisite as he had ever recalled. Maybe even better, simply because it had been weeks and he really hadn’t thought he’d ever have it again.
He caught a slow movement out of the corner of his eye that told him Severus was jerking himself off at the slight of them, which was enough to almost make him turn his attention to his friend in contemplation, when Hermione moved to wrap a hand around the base of his cock.
He mentally snorted before telling her, “I never gave you permission to touch me with anything but your mouth, slut. Put your hands behind your back.” He knew just how much she liked playing the part of the little come whore she was, but he had startled her. She froze in her movements, glancing up at him with her lips still wrapped around his glans. “Did I stutter?” he drawled.
Severus actually snorted out loud from across the room and Lucius grinned maliciously down at her as she hummed an, “Uh-uh,” around his cock and moved her hands to the small of her back. A quick snatch and flick of his wand and they were tied there, causing the girl to moan around him. He tossed his wand back on the table and saw Severus’ hand moving a little more quickly.
“Faster,” he ordered, and Hermione started bobbing her head with a little more intensity, her suction deepening. “That’s it.” Another moan from her made his bollocks tighten a bit and he twisted his fingers more tightly against her scalp. “Deeper, Doll. Show your Master how good you are.”
She took him at his word and on the next stroke, he met the resistance of her throat, actually causing her to gag and sputter a bit. Lucius’ eyebrow rose before his second hand joined the first and he pulled her off his prick. “Did you just gag on my cock like it was something foul, Miss Granger?”
She looked at him with wide, surprised eyes and he had to bite the inside of his cheek at her expression. Perhaps he had gotten a bit intense with her too quickly. His gaze flashed to Severus for guidance, but the man only curled his lips at him, still fisting his dick, his thumb rubbing through the precum Lucius could see glinting at the tip. Snape was enjoying the show – immensely it seemed. Though Lucius was not unaware of the slightly guarded look in his eye. Sharing Hermione, even with him, was hard for Severus. That much was obvious, and he would proceed with caution.
He returned his stare to Hermione, whose lower lip trembled slightly with her uncertainty. Lucius felt his expression soften slightly, and he knew that Hermione must have seen it too, because she gave him a tentative smile before responding, “No sir.”
“Lies, Miss Granger?” Severus rumbled. “Are you looking to have your backside blistered?”
Hermione’s face was almost comical in her horror as she glanced over her shoulder. “Never Master!”
“You didn’t just gag on Lucius’ cock?”
“Yes Master, I did,” she answered succinctly, almost primly, “but not like it was something foul!”
Both men paused before Lucius let out a low chuckle while watching Severus’ shoulders shake with his mirth. Though Severus was amused, Lucius suspected that his insecurities were rising. He used Hermione’s head as leverage to stand, making her wince slightly. His trousers and pants fell to his ankles and he had to hide another smile as she eyed his legs with appreciation. Hermione was quite obviously the most comfortable in their trio. Her affection for both men was well known, clearly evident and she wasn’t shy to show it. Unfortunately, Lucius knew this didn’t help with her Master’s insecurities.
“So, you were gagging for my cock, were you Doll?” He grinned at Severus, the tease making his eyes glint. He saw the dark man relax imperceptibly and felt his own slight tension dissipate. He now knew things were going okay.
“Yes sir!” Her answer was said with a cheeky little grin that caused both men to tilt their heads back with their merriment this time.
“Ah,” Lucius rumbled pleasantly after his laughter subsided. “Let’s show Severus exactly how much you like to gag for my cock, Doll. Loosen your throat and take it all, you know what I like.” Hermione nodded once and he helped her move into a tall kneel and tilt her head down slightly.
Positioned like this, she was just above the upcurve of his prick. He let her take it in at her own pace for the first few strokes, growling low in his chest as she seamlessly moved him from her mouth down into her throat, controlling her breath through her nose as she adjusted to his size.
“Have you not fucked her throat, Severus?” Lucius asked in a conversational tone over the top of her head. She did not waiver in her movements, and was starting to take him faster and a bit deeper. He knew that she was aware she had no more than thirty seconds before he’d start fucking her mouth just as he liked it. Hard, with little room for breath. Glancing down at the top of her head, he saw her fingers tighten into fists at the base of her spine, preparing herself. She was such a good girl.
“I’m not much for throat fucking, Lucius,” Severus drawled, “as you well know. I might split her fucking esophagus open with the size of my prick.”
Lucius winked at his best friend before giving a “come on” jerk of his head, encouraging the Potions Master to get on his feet. When he saw Severus was obliging, he grit his teeth and tightened his hands in Hermione’s hair – her final warning. She stilled and sucked a deep breath in through her nose before he took over, slamming his hips forward with a deep groan. Hermione made a clacking sound and started struggling to pull away after about three strokes. He pulled her off him. “You’re out of practice,” he told her roughly before using the three middle fingers on his left hand to slide into her mouth and hit the back of her throat, she just barely suppressed the gag as he touched her uvula with the tips of his fingers. He held her still with his right hand wrapped in her hair. “I want my cock here, on every stroke. You have ten seconds to catch your breath and we’ll start again.” He switched the conversation to Severus. “What’s her punishment if she fails?”
“Ten hard strokes with my belt.” Severus didn’t miss a beat. “Miss Granger, you’re disappointing your training Master.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” Hermione gasped when Lucius pulled his fingers from her mouth. She tried to collect herself, tears in the corner of her eyes. She was frustrated but determined to do better. Lucius was right, though, she was out of practice. She sucked Severus’ cock all the time, but the way Lucius liked to fuck her throat was an entirely different skill set.

“I can do this sir,” she looked up at Lucius to see him glaring down at her, “I’m sorry.”
“Prove it,” Lucius snapped before pulling her head up to position her again. Hermione gulped another deep breath and opened her mouth willingly. He gave no warning, just smoothly slipped himself back down her throat. Hermione tensed and elongated her spine, trying to push herself up higher for a better angle. He started to move, viciously – just how she knew he liked it.
She swallowed him desperately with each thrust, gulping noises audible in her throat as she tried to catch a breath here and there. Her eyes watered and spilled and she knew her mascara was probably running at this point. It didn’t matter, her knickers were just as ruined. She could feel her Master’s eyes on them, which only made her hotter.
Lucius ripped himself out of her mouth about thirty seconds later, but this time she knew he was pleased. The short series of hard slap to the side of her face didn’t faze her, he was very into their scene – slaps meant he was happy. “Again,” he demanded, barely giving her time to catch her breath before he was back in her mouth, back down her throat. She moaned hotly. Fuck, she loved this. She had missed this. She wondered what Severus was doing. Just watching? Or was he stroking himself? She had no idea he was directly behind her, observing with a bird’s eye view.
Her eyes flew open and up to Lucius when he slammed hard against her face, cock fully down her esophagus, fisting her hair at the back of her neck with her nose pressed tightly to his pelvic bone. “Hold it, you fucking whore. Don’t move.” She blinked at him frantically, tears spilling. Her airway was completely blocked and spittle dripped out of the corners of her mouth. She didn’t move, didn’t flinch. Her trust for him was complete – he knew exactly how much she could take; knew she would take even more to please him and keep him looking at her with that heated adoration.
Hermione’s body jerked for air after a few more seconds and Lucius pulled her off him. She yelped a bit as the jerk on her hair indicated he wanted her on her feet. She stumbled briefly before gaining her equilibrium and righting herself in an upwards fashion even as her knees complained.
She became a bit disorientated as she was whirled around, but found herself unconfused when she was eye to eye with her Master. Her hair was released abruptly as she was given a little push forward. Severus’ hands grasped Hermione’s upper arms and his mouth fiercely covered her own, teeth nipping almost painfully at her lips as she gasped in a desperate breath before surrendering herself to his kiss.
“Where?” Lucius asked, and Hermione was vaguely aware of Severus grasping her waist and moving her as though she weighed no more than a child. Before she knew exactly what was happening, she found herself naked but for her stockings, on her back on a table with her head hanging backwards off one edge and her wrists and splayed knees tied tightly to the sides. She mewled hotly when she felt a mouth on her clit and her eyes rolled, trying to figure out who.
Fingers entered her and she decided she didn’t care as her back arched and she cried out in ecstasy. “Can I come?! Can I come?!” she begged, unabashed. “Please, please, please, please?!”
“Come!” The command was rumbled against her labia and her mind connected Severus’ deep bass with the vibrations as she shattered, screaming as her orgasm swallowed her whole.
He didn’t let up, his fingers curling into her g-spot as his mouth fixed over her clit and sucked it hard all through her orgasm and beyond. She felt liquid sluice down her arse crack. She was gasping and sobbing and then she was ready again. “I need to come again!” Hermione had no recollection of even deciding to speak, it just poured out of her as second nature. She had no control. No one told her to come, but no one denied it of her either. Her second orgasm hit her just as the sensation of both her nipples being pinched and pulled – hard – crashed through her. She thrashed, sobbing her release, her pussy pulsing juice down Severus’ pumping digits to fill his palm. She vaguely heard both men cursing
Again, the sensations didn’t stop. Fingers were rolling her nipples, pumping into her cunt. Suction tormented her clit. Hermione whined incoherently before she felt a cock brushing the side of her face and automatically opened her mouth.
“That’s it. Take Lucius’ cock back in your throat, pet,” Severus’ voice ripped through her core as his fingers kept pumping. She didn’t even ask to come a third time, just swallowed the cock presented to her lips and moaned deeply around it as another climax washed through her and her body bowed against her bindings. At this point, she was utterly mindless.
Severus grinned maniacally up at Lucius as his friend’s gaze bore heatedly into his own. His prick was marble cauldron hard and he swore it grew harder at the look they exchanged. After Hermione’s third orgasm ripped through her, he used the table as leverage to stand. He watched with deep anticipation as Hermione pulled at her wrist bindings while he slid himself through her copious excitement to ease his passage into her. The noises leaving her throat were causing Lucius’ face to twist with what he perceived to be exquisite torture. When he pushed the tip of his cock inside of her, her back arched again and her wrists turned white with the effort she was exuding in attempts to escape her bondage.
He heard Lucius swear as her keening massaged his cock and Snape snarled at the lava-like heat that enveloped his own prick. He pulled back slightly and pushed forward and then his mind was lost in sensation, sounds, and visuals. Her breasts bounced with each hard thrust of his cock, the force pushing Lucius further into her mouth, causing his best friend to grunt and rasp out a litany of expletives as he thrust into her, his abdominals clenching and unclenching with the exertion.
Severus grasped the skin at both her hips and increased his speed, watching as the flush on her chest and throat went from pink to ruddy crimson. Hazily, he heard her gasping for breath and muttering, “Please, please, please!” as Lucius presumably gave her a chance to breathe.
At her begging, Severus curled a thumb over her clit, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He watched Lucius lose himself in her mouth again and, this time, the blond man couldn’t hold back his climax. Lucius’ head tipped back as a feral snarl left his lips, his face startlingly beautiful in it pleasured anguish.
Severus’ attention moved back to his witch, who was swallowing around the other man’s cock. “You’re such a good girl, Mine. Such a good girl. Swallow Lucius’ come down,” he ground out. In the next second, Lucius had her by the back of the neck, forcing her head up to meet her Master’s eyes.
Snape smiled at her and was sure the look was deranged. Her mouth was open as she panted, her chin, lips, and jaw were wet with saliva and come. Her hair was a frizzy array of insane curls. Her jaw unhinged as she gasped in breaths. The thumb on her clit increased in speed and her eyes slid shut, her breathing becoming even more ragged. His other hand left her hip to press down on her stomach, hard, right over her womb. He imagined he could feel himself moving inside her from the outside as his gaze bore into her face. Even with Lucius holding her head up, the force of her final orgasm made her chin tip back as she exploded around his prick, her come bathed his bollocks as she shouted praises to both men, whom she held in complete captivation. Her muscles tightening around him caused him to shatter – physically and mentally – as he poured himself into her, his vision going dark.
Lucius called for Bilby to bring cocoa, flannels, and a basin of warm water as he watched Severus tend to the mindless witch on the table. The basin and clothes appeared immediately, but Lucius’ thoughts were racing in time with his heart and he barely noticed. Fuck. Fuck – what am I thinking? Allowing this like it’s second nature – fuck! But it was bloody second nature. He loved it. She loved it. And he was positive Severus was just as smitten.
It was natural, the three of them. It flowed almost effortlessly. He and Severus had shared dozens of women. But this was as easy – if not easier – than sharing even his wife. Simply because with Hermione they didn’t need to curb their Dominance. Narcissa wouldn’t have taken well to being throat fuck or slapped. She hadn’t minded hair pulling, but hadn’t gotten wet like Hermione did when it happened. She had been okay with some bondage, but being completely helpless like Hermione had just been? Her breath being taken away, her hands completely removed from the equation? That would have been a no go for her. Same with the humiliation and taunting – Cissa wouldn’t have stood for it. Her upbringing and demeanor demanded that she be respected totally in and out of the bedroom; she had never realized that her idea of respect and a submissive’s idea of respect were two sides of the same coin. Just different preferences – preferences that Narcissa just didn’t palate.
Hermione, though – she had been incredible. They had laid it on thick tonight, and she had responded perfectly. There hadn’t even been a glimmer of trepidation in her; she took everything they gave and he was sure she could have handled more. He sunk down into his chair, watching Severus finish untying her manually while massaging feeling back into her wrists and knees where her legs had been tied. Her eyes were still closed and her breaths were coming in staccatoed gasps, but her lips were curled in a sinfully delicious smile and her face was flushed. Her ruined mascara was more of a turn on then he cared to admit, knowing it was he, himself, who had caused the tears to make it run.
Lucius watched her quietly answer a question Severus had asked, his gaze trailing as his friend slid his arms under her back and helped her sit on the edge of the transfigured table before he handed her a warm, wet rag. Hermione wiped her face and neck before dropping the cloth to the table. Snape looped her arms around his neck, and only then did her eyes flutter open. Lucius’ heart lurched as her smile spread wide and she tilted her head to receive Severus’ kiss to her swollen lips before he pressed another to the center of her forehead. It appeared that she asked him something because a rumbled chuckle met his ears and nodded at her. Then, she was getting off the table and shakily walking toward him, clad only in her lace stockings.
Lucius grasped Hermione’s waist as she reached for his shoulders before straddling his lap. His heart moved to his throat at how her eyes were shining – she was positively glowing with satiation. “Master said I could give you a thank you kiss, sir,” she murmured. “Would that be okay?”
More than, his mind raced even though all he could do was nod somewhat dumbly. Her lips sealed gently over his while she twined her fingers into his hair. Unconsciously, his digits dug into her hips as she deepened the kiss with a sweep of her tongue. This stunned him, though it shouldn’t have. Hermione adored kissing – he knew this, and he knew Severus was aware of it, too.
They were meeting her needs – which was part of their role. But he couldn’t help the niggling discomfort that clouded his mind. This isn’t smart. I shouldn’t be doing this…I’m already in way too deep. I shouldn’t have ever allowed this to start…I – Lucius’ internal monologue broke off when her nails scratched the back of his neck as she started softening the kiss to break away. He smoothed his features into a look of pleased indifference.
“Thank you,” she whispered before leaning forward to hug him properly.
“You’re welcome, love,” he murmured back, helplessly returning the hug by wrapping her securely in his arms. His gaze met Severus’ over her shoulder. The man’s dark eyes were on them and Lucius once again worried. How exactly was Severus handling this? They were in a relationship – not just D/s, but romantic – and Lucius already cared for Hermione more than he should. I shouldn’t be engaging with them…but I can’t seem to help myself. I’m just not willing to give up the chance to be with her.
Bilby saved his peace of mind by appearing with a tray of hot chocolate and some biscuits, completely undisturbed by the naked girl in his Master’s lap even though Hermione squeaked a bit. The sound made Severus chortle lightly and he grabbed her dress from the ground as the elf Disapparated without a word.
“Thanks,” she giggled lightly and raised her arms for Severus to pull the dress over her head, never leaving Lucius’ lap.
“You’re welcome, love.” Severus offered her his hand and the three of them moved to settle onto the love seat together. After a bit of adjusting, Lucius found himself thigh to thigh with Severus while Hermione sat in Severus lap and draped her legs over Lucius’ thighs. She sighed contentedly behind her cup of chocolate as he settled one hand absentmindedly on her shin, gently rubbing the lace fabric of her stockings with his thumb.
They didn’t speak, the quiet was comfortable enough, and they each seemed to be lost in their own thoughts. Hermione finished her drink first and Severus took the empty cup from her. Surprising both men, Hermione wiggled her way around until she carved a spot for herself between them. She rested her head on Snape’s shoulder and laced her fingers with Lucius’. Lucius and Severus exchanged glances, both expressions slightly guarded as the little witch promptly closed her eyes and fell into a light doze between them.
“She’s very comfortable with you,” Severus said after a long moment listening to Hermione’s even breaths.
“And with you, of course.” Lucius nodded and set his partially finished cup on the coffee table. He couldn’t help the way his thumb smoothed over the top of Hermione’s hand. His stare narrowed in on their laced fingers, mind racing with how right everything felt. It was unsettling, feeling so…complete. And he knew it could never last. He was their third. He was their friend. Nothing more. He shook himself mentally.
“She enjoyed herself tonight,” Severus continued. “As did I.”
“Me as well.” Too much. I enjoyed myself too much. Lucius sighed internally. It wasn’t just a physical release like it usually was, it was an emotional release as well. They fell into silence again.
“I should get her home to bed. She’s got us running Monday morning now, as well.” Severus snorted as he shifted and stood. Lucius felt the ice cold feeling of jealousy wash through him. Jealous that they got to leave together to crawl into the same bed. The wish to join them was incredibly strong. Melancholy started to settle in as he thought of his massively empty bed.
“Early to rise for morning exercise then, hmm? Why did she add a day?” He was forcing himself to stay nonchalant as Severus gathered the sleeping woman in his arms, carefully rolling her head onto his shoulder.
“Said she’s gained weight.”
“Blasphemy!” Lucius’ eyebrows raised.
Severus grunted his agreement, “I told her the same thing. Hey –” he turned his head over his shoulder, watching as Lucius followed them so he could throw floo powder on the flames for him, “join us Thursday at the club?”
Mentally, he was screaming, Yes! Yes, of course! but out loud he responded, “I will check my schedule and get back to you.” Severus nodded his acceptance, even as his brow furrowed with slight confusion.
Lucius watched the couple swirl away, wondering exactly what to do about this newest conundrum.
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