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In Their Hands Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 19649 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 18 – In Her Hands

“What did you mean when you said that you cared deeply about me?” Snape asked, gently massaging the cool cream into her wrists as she lay naked on the bed beside him.

She rolled over to face at him. He wasn’t looking at her, focusing instead on her chafed skin which was already looking better for the treatment.

“I care about what happens to you. I care that you have a good life.”

He frowned as he listened to her, more in concentration than disapproval.

“You were right when you said there were things that you didn’t deserve. Something you certainly don’t deserve is to continue punishing yourself for the actions of others—especially a psychopath like Voldemort.”

“I’m sure you would have tried to help him too if you’d had the chance.” Snape’s expression was grim as his fingers continued to rub her.

Hermione looked him over carefully, wondering exactly what he was trying to say.

“Are you asking if I care for you out of sympathy?”

His eyes flickered to hers and back to her wrist. Whatever he was thinking, it was either too difficult or too traumatic to articulate.

Hermione took a deep breath. This was a conversation she knew was going to have to happen at some stage.

“I don’t know how you’re going to respond to what I’m about to say but I think it best to be honest, for my sake as much as yours. I’m not going to pretend that this whole thing isn’t complicated. There are so many layers to every aspect of what has happened between us that I could spend a lifetime analysing it. I’m not going to do that. Instead, I’m going to tell you exactly how I feel.”

She sat up to position herself directly over him so he could no longer avoid her gaze.

“Before you arrived, I must admit that I had considered withdrawing myself from your treatment. Even then, I was concerned that you would dominate my thoughts. As it turns out, you have. Severus, you are a very compelling man, you’re not easy to ignore. You’re enigmatic and intriguing and intelligent but also complex and, let’s face it, damaged. It’s a heady mix for someone like me.”

She took one of his hands in hers.

“You taught me so much when you were my Professor and, even in your short time here, I feel like you’ve helped me to grow more than I have in years. I know that you and I have an ‘arrangement’ and that you told me you were helping me purely out of academic interest. That might still be the case for you. But it isn’t for me. I have feelings for you. In some ways I wish I didn’t. It’s not a particularly useful thing for either of us. But it turns out there’s not a lot I can do. Believe me, I’ve been trawling through my books looking for a solution to unhealthy attachments and none of the techniques are currently working.”

“Fucking me on a regular basis probably doesn’t help,” he commented.

Hermione smiled self-consciously and inclined her head. “That might well be a contributing factor.”

She took another deep breath. “Anyway, just know that I don’t expect anything of you. I’ll work through my feelings as, and when, I’m able. The last thing I would want is for you to feel sorry for me or guilty about how I feel. It’s just something I’m sharing with you in the interests of being honest and in response to your question.” She looked at him hard and gave his hand a small shake. “And I really don’t want this to change our arrangement.”

His black eyes remained on hers as his nostrils flared with the intensity of passing thoughts and emotions.

“Hermione.” Her name sounded lovely on his lips. “You need to know that I’m more fucked up than you could possibly imagine.”

“I understand.” She squeezed him gently.

“I really don’t think you do.” He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in such familiar Snape-ish posturing that she was instantly transported back, almost a decade, to his classroom.

“And you think I’m not?” Hermione exclaimed. “You pointed it out within hours of arriving—all of the blatant signs of my psychopathology.”

He sighed. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was . . . showing off . . . I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Showing off?”

“I . . . “ He shook his head. “I was intimidated by the idea of you, my past student, treating me. And I was also taken . . . with your obvious compassion and, to be honest, I was somewhat attracted to you. I immediately needed to establish some distance. To assert my dominance.”

Hermione was having difficulty processing what he was saying. He opened his eyes to see the look of confusion on her face.

“Don’t you see? I wanted to fuck you from the start. These lessons were my way of doing it. I manipulated and deceived you. That’s the sort of man I am, Hermione. I’m a selfish fucking bastard.”

Hermione shook her head as he was speaking. “That’s not true. You focused on my gratification the entire time. If you just wanted to fuck me, you would have. You’re telling me this because you want me to hate you. I’m sorry, Severus, but I won’t.”

His brow furrowed with pain and frustration. “There must be someone else you want? Lynch?”

Hermione barked out a derisive laugh. “Lynch? He’s my boss. He’s married. I have a huge amount of respect for him but I’m not attracted to him in the slightest.”

“You seemed to be getting along quite well riding practically naked on his broomstick.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Hermione surprised herself with her instant response. “I don’t want Lynch. Merlin’s balls! He’s older than you are.”

Snape looked taken aback. “And clearly that’s a problem?”

“No, it’s not a problem. There’s just nothing about him that interests me. Not in that way.”

“So you would prefer a pale, greasy haired, hook-nosed, old Professor?”

Hermione smiled. “As it turns out. Yes.”

He raised a disbelieving eyebrow but didn’t respond.

As she silently watched him, their conversation tumbled about in her head. Then a number of things suddenly slotted together. She was instantly on edge.

“Will you be informing him?”

“Who?”

“Lynch. Will you be telling him of this conversation.”

Snape drew in a deep breath, his eyes traveling slowly over her face before responding with a loud exhalation. “Yes.”

Hermione dropped his hand. “What the fuck are you two playing at?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking decidedly uncomfortable.

“Tell me!” she demanded.

He paused for a long moment. “Lynch knows about us. He might not have been as approving of my methods with you as I had initially thought. He threatened to remove me from the Retreat, concerned that you may become attached to me because of the lack of other offers on the table. Due to the isolation of this place.”

“You’re not making sense.” Hermione shook her head distractedly.

“He wanted me to put him forward as an alternative to gauge your response.”

Hermione rocked onto her knees, her hands falling to her naked hips as she leaned over him. “Are you fucking serious?”

He raised a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug.

“Do you both think I’m that desperate? That I’m waiting here like some poor celibate spinster for the man of my dreams to turn up? Believe it or not, I’m not pining for a relationship. I can actually leave this place. I do take holidays. I have actually fucked other people. Merlin’s arsehole! That is the clumsiest, male chauvinistic, bullshit I’ve ever come across. I’m appalled at both of you.”

As she glared at him, she saw the corner of his lip twitch up almost imperceptibly.

“Do you think this is funny?” She rose up higher on her knees.

The quirk became more pronounced and he raised a hand. “I agree that it was clumsy. I did as Lynch asked so that I could stay for the duration of my treatment. But . . . I haven’t seen you like this in a long time. Passionate and angry. It’s . . . it’s a serious turn on.”

“That’s still condescending.” She frowned down at him, her jaw clenching in annoyance but then a thought suddenly struck her, bringing the ghost of a smile to her lips. “But maybe we could explore how much of a turn on it really is.”

Snatching up the red cord from the bed she threw it to him. “You know what to do.”

He eyed her with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation, then flicked the cord to create two loops before placing his wrists through them and positioning his hands above his head. It instantly tightened, holding him in place.

Hermione raked her eyes over him and realised that her heart was pounding furiously. She had a feeling she was going to enjoy this. Reaching onto her bedside table, she picked up her wand.

“While you’re in the process of spilling the beans, there’s something else I’ve been wondering about.” She tapped her wand threateningly into the palm of her other hand. “Why is your case file so sparse?”

“Oh that?” He scratched his cheek against his raised arm in thought. “I fucked my case manager and had to erase her memories. I might have removed a few extras while I was at it. I like my privacy.”

Hermione snorted disapprovingly. “Why am I not surprised?”

He gave another small innocent shrug that should have made her angry but it just made her want to fuck him.

“Where do you keep your lubricant?”

He smirked openly. “Now what sort of question is that?”

“That’s the sort of question you ask someone who turns up in your bedroom with a bondage cord and healing salve and, no doubt, possesses a range of other implements in his ‘toolkit’.”

He chuckled through his nose, appraising her with newfound respect. “Left front pocket.”

Leaning forward, she reached into the pocket of his coat which was riding up due to the position of his hands. She began by pulling out a chain with clamps on either end, then another two cords, a blindfold, what looked like a gag of some sort and finally a small jar of what she assumed was lubricant.

“You would have made a good boy scout,” she muttered, jamming the other items back into the pocket. “No doubt you’d have breezed through the bondage badge.”

“You should see what I have in my other pockets,” he murmured silkily.

“No thank you,” she replied. “I have enough to process for the time being.”

“Now,” she sighed, rocking back on her heels. “Let’s see what’s going on under all . . . those . . . buttons.”

With a flick of her wand, she cast Leviosa and lifted him off the bed. With a second flick she cast the seam-splitting spell which left all of his clothes hanging in loose sheets before removing them with a flourish that caused his erection to swing from side by side like a pendulum. Then she dropped him, none too gently, back onto the bed, his cock bobbing against his abdomen with the impact.

“I think you might be enjoying this a little too much,” he said drily, noting the satisfied smirk on her face.

“Perhaps.” She reached over and grabbed the black sex toy. Holding the two phalluses between both hands, she looked at him meaningfully, before snapping them apart.

He winced. “What did you do that for?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll fix the fucking claw when I’ve finished.”

“The what?”

“Nothing. I’ll fix it.”

She had her own wand positioned against the smaller appendage and was now sculpting it, making it narrower and elongating the base. She kept the nodules on the top but angled them slightly, her knowledge of both internal and external anatomy coming to the fore.

Unscrewing the top of the jar of lubricant she dipped the small phallus in and swirled it around, coating the entire structure in slick gel before returning the lid and tossing the jar aside.

Sliding her index finger inside the cylinder, she set it vibrating with a tap of her wand.

“No doubt you’ve already worked out what’s going to happen here.” She appraised him over the shuddering black shaft. “If you’re uncomfortable with my plans let me know now, otherwise I’ll proceed as intended.”

A dark fire burned in his eyes. She already knew the answer. “Proceed.” His voice was deep and gravelly.

She hadn’t performed a digital rectal exam since her internship but was pretty sure she hadn’t forgotten how, even with the extra consideration of the phallus on her finger.

Pushing her weight against one of his knees, she tilted his pelvis forward. Then she used one hand to spread his cheeks apart before placing the head of the vibrator against his puckered opening which was clenching in anticipation.

“Take a breath, hold it and bear down,” she instructed.

As he followed her command, she felt his sphincter relax slightly and gently pushed into him, judging the degree of resistance by feel. Gradually, she guided the head forward, waiting for his clenching muscles to relax before pushing again.

His face was a rictus of effort as she slid the phallus deeper until she felt it nudge against the wall of his rectum, directly apposed to his prostate. The guttural groan that emerged from his throat and the way his cock jerked and twanged when she bumped the jiggling fingers forward told her that she was in the right place.

Leaning over him, she grasped his rock-hard shaft, sliding her hand lightly over the satin finish as she continued to thrust the phallus into his rectum with her other hand. When she bounced against his prostate, she could feel the shockwaves pulsing through his cock and was glad she’d decided to add a curved base to the phallus as she needed to hook her thumb into it to withdraw it from the constrictive tightness of his passage. His hips were already rocking into her, pushing his cock against her palm on the upstroke and impaling himself on her finger on the downstroke.

Moving with him and starting at his balls, she licked her way up the sensitive seam on the underside of his cock before stroking the loose frenulum with her tongue, causing it to tug and tease his engorged head. Hearing a sharp hiss, she glanced up to see him watching her progress, his biceps were straining against the cord as his lips drew back in a grimace that Hermione hoped was due to an impending sensorial overload. She wanted to take him to the same place he’d taken her; that place where the mind has to stop and just give in to feelings, to sensation.

Trailing her tongue up over the rosy tip of his bobbing head, she pursed her lips to sip away his translucent precum and heard him huff loudly again, as if his control was gradually, incrementally slipping away.

Flattening her tongue, she swiped it across the smooth dome of his head before engulfing the entire thing in her mouth, rolling her lips down over the corona until it was sealed inside her. She couldn’t see him particularly well from this angle but she could certainly hear him grunting and feel him writhing around under her.

Sliding her hand up his abdomen, she grasped one nipple between her fingers and pinched it hard as she gave his prostate an extra jab.

“Fuck me, Merlin!” he cried. She hadn’t heard that one before. That was probably a good sign.

It also seemed to have opened up his vocal cords as he settled into a rhythm of breathy moans with each thrust into her mouth. Trailing her hand back down, she now clamped it around the base of his cock, allowing him to push through her constriction as she licked and sucked as his head.

His moans were getting louder and louder as he slid further and further into her throat with each increasingly rapid jerk off the bed. She found herself having to pull back from him to draw breath but managed to continue to plunge the vibrator into his tightening passage.

“Oh Gods, Hermione,” he panted. “I’m . . . uhhhhh . . . I’m commmiiinnnggg,” he strained the word out as his abdomen clenched like a rock and his hips started to buck uncontrollably.

Hermione pulled back and jackhammered his shaft, giving him a front row view of his milky semen as it shot into the waiting cavern of her mouth. Dipping the tip of her tongue to the pulsing slit, she captured the subsequent streams that ejected with waning force until all that remained was a single creamy pearl that she delicately licked off before closing her lips and swallowing.

Slowly pulling her finger from his rectum, she looked up at him. His mouth hung open; he seemed to be in genuine shock.

“That should give you something to put in the wank bank,” she said, venturing a small grin.

His brow furrowed before his own mouth curled into a smirk. “Wank bank?”

And then he laughed. “Oh fuck!” The last word stuttered out on a deep rolling wave that rumbled from his chest. Now it was Hermione’s turn to be shocked. He laughed and laughed and laughed; like he’d been waiting forever to do it and now that he’d started, he just couldn’t stop. Hermione hugged her knees to her chest and just watched him, never more pleased with herself and in awe of being able to witness this magnificent moment of release.

A/N: Thanks to the great and powerful OracleObscured for that key phrase 'wank bank.'
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