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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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19 - Paging Dr. Snape
Hermione had gone back to her room for new knickers after lunch, but by dinner they were soaked. She started making excuses in her head for skiving off revising later. She was going mental. All she could think about while they did homework in the library that night was that Severus was just a couple of floors below and waiting for her. The knickers she’d put on after dinner were starting to get damp. If she didn’t get out of there soon, she was going to scream. Draco was no help at all. He seemed to be on the verge of laughter every time she checked her watch.
Ginny followed her into the magical plants section of the stacks and poked her hard with a pointy finger. “What’s up?”
“I have to get out of here.”
Ginny slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her cackle. “I’m sorry, Hermione. You just look so . . . desperate.”
“I am. Don’t laugh.”
“I swear I’m sorry. Don’t worry. I can make an excuse for you.”
“You can? What?”
“Something that won’t inspire any questions from Harry or Ron.”
“What?”
“Female issues.”
Hermione grinned. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Because your head is full of NEWTs and cocks.”
“Shh!” Hermione’s eyes darted around, looking for witnesses.
“I didn’t say whose cock. Just leave right now. I’ll make your excuses and tell Draco to take your stuff back to your room.”
Hermione peeked around the shelves. The boys looked as if they were getting along. Draco was reciting something from a book while Ron copied it down. That’s nice. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, of course. It’s nothing.”
“I feel bad lying to Harry and Ron.”
Ginny shrugged. “A girl’s gotta do what a girl's gotta do.”
Hermione nodded resolutely. “Good point. Thanks, Ginny.”
“Just remember this when I want to stay with you guys this summer.”
Hermione smiled. “No problem.”
“Go!” Ginny whispered and pushed her away. “I’m getting antsy just watching you.”
Hermione smiled and ducked out the nearest door.
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After cleaning herself up as fast as possible in her room, she made a stealthy journey to the dungeons. There were a lot more people to avoid that early in the evening. She hid in passageways whenever possible. The less she was seen the better.
Hermione knocked, hoping he’d answer before anyone saw her standing there.
Snape cracked open the door, and when he saw it was her, pulled it open wider. Hermione edged in past him.
“Eight thirty-two, Miss Granger. A new record.”
“I couldn’t wait any longer.”
“I got that impression. Please step into my office.”
“We’re already in your office.”
He rolled his eyes. “Not this office, you dunce."
Snape led her into his room and put her on the settee then sat across from her in the armchair. Crossing his legs and steepling his fingers, he asked, “Now, what seems to be the problem?”
Hermione stared at him blankly. “Problem?”
“The reason for your appointment,” he enunciated so she would catch on.
“Oh, my problem. Um . . .” she had to think of something that would get him to touch her pussy as soon as possible. “It’s a bit embarrassing.”
“I’m a professional—I’ve heard it all.”
“Well . . . I’m wet all the time. I’ve been through three pairs of knickers today. And my clitoris aches. What do you think is wrong with me, Doctor?”
“It could be any number of things. I’ll have to give you a thorough going over to find the cause.”
“Anything, sir.”
“Please remove your clothes. I’m sorry, but we haven’t any gowns. You don’t mind, do you?”
“I guess not.”
Hermione started to unbutton her shirt. All he needed was a white lab coat and he’d make a very intimidating physician. In just his white dress shirt, he actually did look the part. He slowly rolled up his sleeves while she took off her clothes (she left her knickers for last to tease him a little). He had no reaction until she was completely bare and shivering before him.
“I apologize for the chill. It is preferable for the patients with fevers.”
“It’s not too bad.”
“Really?” He smirked, pointedly eyeing her sharp nipples. “Is that a normal response for you?”
“Sometimes.”
“Sometimes,” Snape muttered. He rose and began to circle her. “Is your posture always so poor?”
She stood up straighter.
“Musculature looks good. Spine not crooked." He ran one finger up her vertebrae, which drew a shuddering shiver through her body.
He came around to face her, standing far too close to maintain any air of professionalism. Hermione wanted to bury her face in his chest.
Placing two fingers to her throat, he felt her pulse. “Heart rate is a little fast. Are you nervous, Miss Granger?”
“Maybe a little.” She didn’t know what the hell he was going to do next. Of course she was nervous.
“Try and relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Yes, sir.”
He went to his frock coat, which was slung over the back of his chair, and came back with a stethoscope.
Hermione’s jaw dropped. “Where did you get that?”
“I have my sources. Now, please be quiet so I can hear.” He placed the cold metal to her chest and listened to her heart. “Take a deep breath.”
She breathed in, her breasts lifting more than she’d ever noticed before.
“And out.”
Hermione breathed out, trying not to let it sound so shaky.
“Very good. Heart sounds strong. Any chest pains?”
“No, sir.”
He pulled the earpieces from his ears and left the stethoscope around his neck. “What about your breasts? Any pain?”
“Um . . . sometimes they get sore.”
“Any unusual lumps or discharge?”
She looked down at her chest. “Not that I’ve ever noticed.”
“Let’s check to be sure.”
He took her arm and placed it over her head then dropped his hand to her breast and gently started to press. His hands were warm as he spiraled closer to the center. Her nipple peaked in anticipation. Closer. Her restraint dwindled the nearer he got to his goal. His fingers brushed over her puckered tip, and she let out a deep breath. Finally. He plied her stiff flesh, pinching and pulling until she was panting.
Then he restarted the whole process on the other breast, and Hermione thought she was going to lose her mind. If anything, he went even slower, drawing out the inevitable contact. Circling. Closer. She almost rose off the floor when his fingers grazed the stiff bud. He started to pinch her pointed nipple, and she squeezed her eyes shut with a low moan of relief.
“Your breathing seems rather labored. Are you feeling well?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Perhaps you’re developing a fever. We should check your temperature. Come with me.”
Snape led her into the bathroom and rummaged through one drawer. He pulled out a thermometer and started to shake it down. “Please lean over the counter.”
Hermione blushed. His counter was taller than the one in her room, coming up to her ribs. The marble was freezing, and her nipples reached a new level of hardness when they touched the icy top.
“Arch your back. Much better. You won’t be needing this for now," he said with a tug to her plug. “Push out for me.”
She did as he asked, seeing her own face flush in the mirror as she emptied herself into his hand. She was always afraid something bad was going to happen when she squeezed it out. The possible humiliation always made her cringe.
Her hole twitched then shrank back to normal after he removed it. Severus smirked and applied a finger full of lube to her anus. She tried to ride him when he slipped inside. He wiggled in deep to coat her walls with the slippery gel.
“Have you ever had your temperature taken rectally?” he asked, drawing the tip of the thermometer around her backdoor.
“No, sir.”
“I find it’s much more accurate.”
She smiled to herself. “You’re the doctor."
“This will only take a few minutes. Try to stay still.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hermione rested her head in her hand and waited. He made it as difficult as possible to keep still. His fingers kept stroking her sore cheeks, which was relaxing but also very distracting. The thermometer was so small it felt like nothing more than a tickle in her bum, but the way he slid it in and out left her face burning. He wasn't going to let her forget what was happening. Doctors could do all kinds of embarrassing things to a girl. She couldn't imagine where he’d gotten the stethoscope, but it was a nice touch; she was turned on beyond belief.
“There,” he said, giving the thermometer one last twist before removing it and checking the reading. “That looks normal. While we’re here, we should make sure everything’s clean and clear. When was your last bowel movement?"
Oh, that’s a sexy question. “This afternoon,” she muttered.
“Then this shouldn’t be anything to worry about.”
He pulled out a large enema bulb syringe from the drawer, and Hermione’s eyes popped wide. That was not the same one he’d used with her before “Why’s it so big?”
“The better to clean you out, my dear.” He started to fill the basin with warm water and added a small amount of soap. “It’ll be nice and soapy the first time. Then we’ll rinse you out afterward.”
She wondered if her insides were going to froth up like an over-filled washing machine.
“Are you comfortable?”
She looked down. “Not really.”
Snape flicked his wand toward the door, and the chair from his office zipped into the room. He sat down next to the sink and put a towel over his lap then beckoned her forward. Her body was already shaking as she lay across him. He shifted her around so her belly wasn’t pressing into his knee.
Hermione could hear him spreading lube on the nozzle then the underwater sucking sound of him filling the bulb. Although she tried to stay still, her feet rubbed together like a nervous cricket. Her heart thundered in her chest. Drips of water on the backs of her thighs warned her he was close.
He parted her cheeks with one hand, and Hermione squirmed as he touched the nozzle to her hole. It eased in slowly; she didn’t know if he was teasing her or just being careful. When it was fully inserted, the water began to trickle up inside her. It had to be the weirdest thing she’d ever felt, but she was starting to love it. He kept stroking her bum with the sides of his fingers as he squeezed.
Severus couldn’t help grinning as he refilled the bulb. She was shaking like a leaf, but as soon as he touched the nozzle to her shadowed rosebud, her legs spread wider, and she arched her back for more. The muscles in her bum twitched and danced under his hand, her toes curling and jumping as she worked through the sensations.
“I have to go, sir.”
“That's only two. I want you take at least two more. Just wait, the feeling will pass.”
When her body relaxed, Severus filled the bulb again. She took the next round beautifully, her hips pumping and humping the air. Using the thick stem, he fucked her hole a few times before pulling out. “Just one more. Are you ready?”
“I think so.”
He filled it again and gently inserted the tip. She moaned softly, and he petted her bum to calm her. Her fingers sank into his calf as the water rinsed her rectum. The sound of panting echoed around the bathroom like an obscene soundtrack. “Good girl. We’ll put in your plug and let you hold it a while.”
“What!”
He just smiled and eased her plug back into place. Severus stroked her back and slipped a hand under her hip to rub her belly. He could smell her pussy; it mixed with the scent of soap, reminding him of bathtub sex. “Shall we examine your vagina now?”
Hermione’s head was spinning. “I . . . I guess so.”
He helped her to stand and led her back into the bedroom. “Up on the edge of the bed—spread you legs nice and wide for me.”
Settling onto her back, Hermione scooted to the edge and pulled her knees toward her shoulders. Her belly gurgled.
He raised an eyebrow as her lips parted for him. Two fingers eased them wider, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from groaning. “You do seem to have quite a lot of lubrication. It doesn’t look to be infected. How often do you climax?”
She felt the water sloshing around inside her as he slipped in a finger. “As often as the wizard I’m seeing lets me.”
“I see. Wait right here.”
When he came back, Hermione’s mouth fell slack in surprise. He doesn’t fool around when he says he’s going to play doctor. Where the hell did he get a speculum? “Where’d you get that?”
“Same place I got the stethoscope.”
“Is it clean?”
Snape chuckled. “What kind of doctor do you take me for? I don’t think we’ll need any lube for this, do you?”
“I doubt it,” she muttered.
He summoned over the stool he used for putting on his boots and sat eye level with her glistening pussy. She jumped a little when the cold metal slipped inside, but he went slowly, letting her get used to the feeling. When it was in all the way, he twisted it open and locked it in place. She was breathing hard, her body shaking so much he couldn’t get a steady look. Placing one hand on her abdomen, he stroked her slightly swollen belly, calming her down.
When she relaxed a little, he used his wand to shine a light inside her. Her vagina was like a pink tunnel in a high tide of cream. Internally, things always looked wet, but she was overflowing with it. The dimple in her cervix stared back at him, daring him to come meet it. “Cervix looks very healthy. Vaginal walls are pink. No signs of trouble.”
She leaned up on her elbows. “What’s it look like?”
“You don’t know?”
“I’ve seen diagrams but . . . nothing real.”
He summoned the mirror that he used for shaving in the tub and held it between her legs. It took some adjusting to keep the light on her and get the angle right, but the look on her face was priceless. “See the dome with the hole in the middle?”
“Yes.”
“That’s your cervix. Lovely, no?”
“It’s . . . cool.”
He couldn’t keep a straight face. “Indeed.”
“I really need to go.”
“Just give me a minute.”
Severus set aside the mirror and unlocked the speculum. When he pulled it out, he was delighted by the string of juice trailing behind it. With a quick charm, he cleaned it off and set it with the mirror. Standing, he held her eye as he slipped two fingers inside her. Her front wall was extremely swollen and bumpy, her g-spot begging to be stimulated. Running his thumb over her clit, he smirked as she bucked under his hand. He stayed focused on her nub, rubbing it until she was right on the edge. It was so hard it felt like a shard of glass under his thumb. “All right. Go get rid of that water. Then come back here and I’ll see what I can do about your ache.'"
Hermione got off the bed as fast as she could and rushed to the loo. She was waylaid by the resistance of her plug. The relief of letting out the water was marred by the embarrassing sounds her body made. She was glad she’d shut the door (even though she knew he could probably still hear her).
After she cleaned up, she went back out. It was always more embarrassing after she went to the bathroom. It was no secret what she’d been doing in there.
“I’ll rinse you out in a little bit. Get back on the bed please.”
The please was strange coming from him, but at the same time, he sounded just like every doctor she’d ever met. Hermione climbed back on the edge of the bed and lay down.
“You’ve wiped away all your lubrication. We’ll have to wait till it’s returned.”
That shouldn’t take long. He began to inspect her anus, and she moaned as his finger prodded the small opening.
“Are you feeling better?” he asked.
“My insides feel weird.”
“Weird how?”
“Kind of stingy and crampy.”
“It’s the soap. Would you like to rinse it out right now?”
She groaned, wanting most of all just to come. “My clit still aches.”
He smirked. “I think we can take care of that at the same time.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come along." Severus took her back to the bathroom, watching her from the corner of his eye. If she got any squirmier, she was going to get herself off just rubbing her thighs together.
After he refilled the sink with warm, clean water, he added a phial of Calming Cleansing Concoction to it and swirled it around. He always used it with her. It magically cleaned and also magically emptied her. He didn't want her backside leaking all night long. Snape helped her back over his lap and gave her bum a tickle. “Ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
The nozzle entered her again, and he teased her until she started wiggling; then he slowly squeezed the water into her body. Hermione shivered over his lap and spread her legs wider. His fingertips grazed the outside of her vulva as he refilled the bulb. When he touched the tip to her puckered hole, her back arched.
Slipping his hand between her thighs, Severus checked to see if she was getting wet again. A puddle met his fingers; he smeared it around her labia, circling her slippery clit with one finger as he emptied the next bulb of water up her backside. Her fingers were already digging into his leg again. Judging by how loudly she was panting, he deduced that she was having a nice evening.
“Just one more,” he said, patting her rump. “I’ll put your plug back in, and we’ll see if we can’t solve your other problem.”
“Please,” she whispered. “I’m so close.”
He grinned at the back of her curly head.I bet you are.
Using the stem to tease her, he toyed with her clit, slipping his thumb into her twitching pussy. She was whimpering steadily, and her hips bucked like a bronco as soon as the water started. He made it last, keeping the stream slow, stopping and starting until she was shaking over his lap. His finger barely had to move; she was doing all the work for him.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. Her pussy started to contract. The pressure of the water inside her added a whole new dimension to the orgasm. Snape’s finger eased into her bum, and she almost bucked off his lap. It was unclear whether he was helping her hold in the water or just trying to stimulate her. Whatever his intentions, Hermione felt as though she had died and gone to heaven. The orgasm seemed to go on for ages. Her muscles were quaking with exhaustion when she finally came down.
“Feeling better?” he asked.
Hermione could hear the smile in his voice. “Yes, sir. You’re the best doctor ever.”
“I believe I’ve found the cause of your complaint.”
She smiled at the tile, trying to catch her breath. “You did? What’s wrong with me?”
“You need a thorough fucking.”
“Will you write me a prescription?”
“It’s an in-office procedure. You should be right as rain in the morning.” He pulled his fingers from her holes and put her plug back in place. “Go bend over the bed. We need to start treatment right away.”
Hermione giggled and let him guide her back to the bed. Leaning over made the water squish around inside her, but she was too relaxed to care. At the sound of his belt and zipper, she went up on her toes, eager to find out what it felt like to be fucked and filled with water at the same time.
“You’re a very compliant patient,” he commented as he pushed her legs wider.
Tapping his dick against her clit, Snape watched her dance. He pressed his cock to her opening, pushing in gently to allow her time to get used to the sensation. Her fingers tightened around the comforter until her knuckles shone white.
“Oh my God!”
“You all right?”
“Yes!”
“Good. Tell me if you get a cramp.”
It was intense. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and clawed at the bed. Describing the feeling as full was a gross understatement. She felt “full” with his cock. She felt “stretched to the limit” with his cock and the plug. There were no words for how she felt with the water added to the mix. Compressed maybe. Overwhelmed definitely. She felt like an overinflated tire about to pop. “OhGodOhGodOhGod!”
Severus kept it deep and slow, slipping one hand down to her belly to massage her. If she got any wetter, juice was going to start running down her thigh. The hard metal of the snake’s head kissed his pelvis every time he bottomed out. He’d been dying to fuck her ever since class when he saw her lift up her skirt. Her obedience turned him on even more than the sight of her glistening pink pussy spread open under the table.
Hermione slammed her palm down on the bed. She was almost there. He kept hitting that spot inside her that made her vision go dim. It felt as though every inch of her intestines were expanding and forcing her walls tighter against his cock. She could feel every bump and ridge of him . . . and herself. The top of her head was going to blow. Burying her face in the comforter, she let out a wail. It was the last pressure release she had.
He felt the telltale ripple of her sheath around him. Already? I’m not even close. He wanted to come with her, but there was no way he could catch up. He smirked as he slid his hand to her clit. She’ll come again. Immediately, she began to shake. The trembling coursed all the way through her core; he could feel the tremors along his cock.
“That’s it. Come for me,” he murmured. “Don’t fight it.”
Tears sprang to Hermione's eyes. The pressure was insane. Everything inside her was churning and clenching like a raging rapid. She couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t want to anyway. The dizziness just added to the experience. One last groan, and then the contractions were ringing her dry.
Severus clenched his teeth as her shaking transformed into rolling spasms. It was like being squeezed to death by hot melted butter. The liquid percussion of his thrusts built to a crescendo, and he groaned as a small stream spouted from her pussy, coating his cock. It would have been a wet show, but he was unwilling to remove himself from her rippling heat to watch. Pressing her plug deeper with his free hand, he stretched her muscles with the metal. She shouted into the bed and tore her nails over the comforter.
When she finally went still, Severus stopped thrusting and rested. He never knew someone else’s orgasm could take so much out of him.
“You still all right?” he panted. “Hermione?”
She wasn’t answering him. Leaning forward, he turned her face to one side. “Dammit.”
He was going to have to explain to her that human beings needed oxygen, and she could not breathe through the mattress. Pulling out, he rolled her over and laid her on the edge of the bed. “Rennervate.”
Her eyes fluttered open as he stroked her cheek.
“Are you back?”
She blinked blearily at him. “I’m okay,” she whispered.
“What part of the act of breathing is confusing to you?”
“Can we do it again?”
He rubbed one hand over his eyes. “Only if you promise to remain conscious.”
“'Kay.”
“Stay right here.” He went to the side table and found some chocolate. “Eat this.”
Her hand was shaking as she took it from him. As soon as the first bite melted on her tongue, her head started to clear. “That’s helped,” she told him, taking another bite.
By the time she finished, the room was no longer spinning, and she didn’t feel as though she could hear every capillary in her head swishing with blood.
“You sure know how to kill a mood,” he grumbled.
Hermione glanced at his half-hard cock. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”
He arched a brow. “How?”
She smiled. “What would you like?”
“Are you recovered?”
“I need the loo.”
He nodded and picked her up off the bed. They arrived in the bathroom, and he set her down gingerly by the toilet. “I’m going to take out your plug. Hold in that water until I say.”
Hermione nodded. It was hard to let out the plug without letting out any water. She clenched her cheeks as soon as it was past her sphincter. He pushed her shoulder, urging her to sit down.
“Okay, go ahead.”
Severus left her and went to find a healing and regenerating potion just as a precaution. After retrieving some more chocolate, he started to undress.
When she came out of the bathroom to find him naked on the settee, she gave him an appraising look. “You’re going to lose your license if this is how you run your practice.”
“Get over here,” he growled. “Eat this.”
She sighed and took the chocolate. “I’m fine now, Severus. I promise.”
“I need to be sure before I proceed.”
How does he make proceed sound dirty? She jammed the chocolate in her mouth. “Ah’m weddy. Pwoceed,” she mumbled around the mouthful.
He shook his head. “When you’re done, drink this." He held up the phial of orange liquid.
“Wha’s ‘at?”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s rude. And it’s a Regeneration Elixir.”
Hermione swallowed the chocolate. “Okay.” What are you planning to do that I would need it? She uncorked the bottle and drank. It felt as if fizzy bubbles were sparkling in her head. “Bloody hell."
He took the phial from her. “See? If you’d been fine, you wouldn’t have felt anything.”
“Okay. You’re the doctor.” She straddled his lap. “I feel good now. All better. Please fuck me again,” she whispered, nuzzling his ear.
Snape ran his fingers down her back. “Get me hard first.”
Hermione smiled, rubbing her hips into him. “Tell me how.”
Catching her face with one hand, he stared her down. “Don’t try my patience right now. I’ve been waiting to fuck you all day. Just get on your knees and suck my cock for God’s sake.”
She bit her lip. “Are you angry with me?”
He heaved out a heavy sigh. “No."
Hermione studied his face for several seconds. “Were you worried when I fainted?”
His eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t worried. It was just inconvenient.”
You were worried about me . . . and you hate it. She didn’t know if that was good or bad. “I’m sorry. Would you like to punish me?”
He sighed. “No. I just said I want to fuck you. Are you hard of hearing?”
Silently, she sank down between his thighs, kneeling on the floor. She was going to make it as good as she possibly could. He was obviously angry that she’d made him care, and she knew better than to point it out. The best thing to do was take his mind off it. Burying her nose in his cock, she nuzzled him and lapped his balls. He smelled like pussy; his pubic hair was wet against her cheek, and his cock started to plump as she licked her juice from him.
Severus unclenched his fists. He didn’t mean to snap at her; he was just edgy from the rush of adrenaline. What kind of pillock gets mad at a witch for fainting? He knew he was psychologically unbalanced in some ways, but that sounded like a nasty reaction even to him. Maybe I was just tense from wanting to come for so long. Sexual repression is behind many of the world’s ills. That was a nice story to tell himself, but it didn’t explain why he didn’t get cross until he knew she was all right. Admit it. You got angry because she made you worry. He rubbed his temples. Pathetic. You’re scared of being human. She does nothing but improve your day, and you can’t cut her a little slack.
Snape looked down. She was doing an admirable job, alternating between his balls and cock, lapping and kissing him. He was almost back to full strength. Her hand worked his cock as she ducked down and burrowed beneath his sac. He automatically spread his legs and sank lower, encouraging her exploration. How could he stay angry at her? He felt like a bloody fool. A second’s overreaction had left him looking petty and childish. He didn’t deserve her.
Her tongue teased his perineum, and then her hand was joining in, her fingers playing over his back entrance. Snape watched his cock jump. He couldn’t get any harder. When she licked his hole, he groaned and rocked against her face. Fuck!
“Miss Granger!” He tugged her hair so she’d come up for air. Her troubled look made his stomach drop. She thought she’d done something wrong. “I mean, Hermione.”
“Yes, sir?”
“I . . . I’m sorry.”
It sounded as though he was trying not to sneer out the word. She couldn’t believe he’d said it.
“For snapping at you,” he finished lamely, just to make sure she knew what he was talking about.
Hermione gave him a small smile and nodded. She didn’t want to say anything that might break the spell.
“I’m a snarky bastard sometimes.”
She bit her lip. You’re preaching to the choir.
Severus leaned forward and held her face between his hands. “Do you forgive me?”
Hermione smiled up at him. “I already did.”
He breathed out a small return smile. “Maybe you shouldn’t.”
“Too late.” Hermione turned her head and kissed his palm. “I’m sorry I scared you, Severus. I’ll be more careful from now on.”
“No more breath-play?” he confirmed.
She grinned. “No more. But, just so you know . . . best orgasm ever.”
He smirked. “Are you ready for more?”
Leaning forward until her nose touched his, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and answered, “I want you to fuck me hard, Dr. Snape.”
He pulled back so he could clearly see her face. “How rough do you want it?” If it was possible, her pupils got even bigger; the brown was almost obliterated.
“Oh my God,” she muttered. “Rough.”
He pulled her hand off his cock. “I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
The corner of his mouth curled into a wicked smile. “Be careful. You might regret that one day. Crawl to the middle of the room and get into position for me.”
Hermione gave him an enthusiastic nod and crawled to the empty space between the sitting area and the bed. Severus listened to her get into position then rose and walked around to get some things from the dresser.
“I got you a good luck present for NEWTs.” Walking around where she could see him, Snape crouched down in front of her and held out a small pendant on a silver chain.
It looked like amber, but there was something dark and liquid rolling around in its depths. She’d never seen anything like it. It was quite pretty, small and understated. The amber was no bigger than her thumbnail. She wondered how he got the liquid into its center.
“I won’t put it on you now—I have something else for you to wear—but it’s a talisman. It will help keep you safe.”
Hermione opened and closed her mouth a few times, her eyes going from his face to the pendant resting in his palm. “Did you make it?”
He nodded. “It’s your blood. I thought you should get some benefit from it.”
She stared at the bubble of liquid as he tipped it back and forth in his hand. “I love it, Severus. I’ll wear it every day.”
“You can put it on later,” he said, standing and placing it on her bedside table. “I want you to wear this for now." He ran his fingers over the strip of leather.
Hermione watched his long fingers trace the studded choker. It was a thin, flat, black collar; but it wasn’t really studded. There were small silver Ss every inch or so, slightly raised. She wondered if they were a Slytherin Ss or Snape Ss. The leather looked soft. Two tiny silver snakes formed the catch. She couldn’t figure out how they connected.
“This is also for you. I want to explain some things before you agree to wear it though.”
She nodded and waited for him to go on. Snape held the collar in front of his crotch where she could see it.
“This collar says you belong to me while you are wearing it. No other wizard will be able to touch you without my permission when you have it on. Though, I doubt any would try. Any wizard at Eros would recognize my signature from across the room. If you're going to go there with me, you must wear it. It is for your safety. Whenever you put this on, I expect you to be totally obedient to whatever I ask you to do. A collar signifies submission. You can’t talk back or question what I say. You must call me sir at all times: not Severus, not Professor, not Snape, or any of the more colorful names I know you’ve thought of. It is a role you must play, and no deviation from that role will be tolerated.”
He tipped up her face to look at him. “I will never ask you to do anything you can’t handle while wearing it. And the times that you do wear it will be few and far between. It’s not even really about dominance and submission. This collar says you trust me. It says you agree to play by a certain set of rules. What I say goes, whether you love it or hate it. Everything you do when you wear this reflects back on me. I will be judged by your behavior. When you wear it, it says that I trust you too. I want to be perfectly clear—I do not need or want your unquestioning obedience in everyday life. I am quite satisfied with the way we spend time together. The game begins and ends when you put on and take off my collar. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. I want you to think very carefully before you answer me now. Do you wish to wear my collar?”
She understood perfectly what he was saying. It made her nervous, but there was no confusion on her part. “May I ask a question?”
“Anything, pet.”
“Does wearing it make me your slave?”
He took a deep breath. “Only in the capacity that you will be expected to obey me at all times.”
“May I call you master?”
He studied her. “Do you want to call me master?”
“It sounds nice.”
“If you want to call me master when we’re alone, that would be fine. But when we’re in public, I want you to call me sir. Master suggests we have a different relationship than we actually do, and it could lead to misunderstandings. When you wear the collar, it’s sir.”
“Okay. Are you going to decide when I can wear it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Say, for instance, I want wear it. We’re not going out. I just want to play that part. Am I allowed to put it on because I choose it, and will you play your part because I have it on?”
Snape’s eyebrows rose, considering that. “Wearing it is always your choice. If you want to be my collared submissive in the middle of the afternoon, you may choose to be so. However, I can’t promise to always be in the mood for such a game. Due to the terms already set forth, I could just tell you to take it off . . . or not do anything at all. And while we’re talking about choice, I want to make something else clear. When I ask you to wear it, it is your decision whether to do so. You do not have to put it on just because I ask. It is always up to you. Wearing it says you want to obey me, not that you’re doing me a favor. Do you understand the distinction?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
“What happens if I mess up?”
“In what way?”
“What if we’re out and I say something wrong?”
“We’ll practice before taking you anywhere.”
“What if I call you Severus when I’m coming or something?”
He tried not to smile. “It depends on the situation, but I’d at least have to make a show of reprimanding you.”
“What if I’m too scared to do something you ask me to do?”
“I thought Gryffindors were brave.”
Hermione pursed her lips, giving his smirk a dark look. “Nobody’s perfect.”
“If you were just slow to act, you’d be reprimanded. If you outright refused, I’d have to punish you. If you think you aren’t up to the task, don’t take the collar.”
“I didn’t say that. I just wanted to know.”
“Don’t go into this with any doubts.”
“What happens if we’re out and I take off the collar?”
“Do you mean because you no longer wish to obey me?”
“Yes. What if you ask me to do something I just can’t do. If I take off the collar, can I leave?”
He crouched down and looked her in the eye. “That would never happen. I will never ask you to do something you cannot do. If you ever removed your collar in public without my consent, I'd better not ever see your face again.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide. “I understand.”
“I thought you said you understood before. Obviously you did not. This collar says you are bound to me. It says that I take care of you and that I am responsible for you. I specifically stated that I would not ask you to do anything you couldn’t handle. Removing your collar would be like spitting in my face.”
“I understand, sir. I promise,” she assured him. When his face relaxed, she thought of something. “What about . . .” she stopped her train of thought. He might get angry if the next question was too insulting.
“It’s all right. I told you to ask. I don’t want any confusion. What is it?”
“What about you? Will you be with other witches when we’re out?”
“Do you mean will I be fucking other witches at the club?”
“Fucking . . . or anything else.”
His lips twitched. “No, I won’t be fucking anyone else. I might be asked to punish another submissive or slave on occasion, but you are the only witch I intend to fuck.”
“But you would ask me to interact with some other wizard?”
“I might ask you to ‘interact’ with any number of members, witch or wizard. There will be fondling, but I wouldn’t let anyone fuck you without discussing it with you first. I might not let anyone ever fuck you. I’m not good at sharing.”
“Oh.” That was a lot to take in. “Witches? Really?”
Severus chuckled. “Yes. I have someone in mind.”
“What are you going to make me do?”
“What would you like to do?”
Her eyes got wider. “I don’t know.”
“Have you thought about kissing?”
You know I have. “Yes.”
“Would you like to feel another witch’s tits?”
Hermione blushed. “Yes.”
“Lick them?”
Her teeth bit her lower lip in hesitation. “Yes.”
“Have you thought about fingering someone else’s cunt?”
She nodded.
“Tasting it?”
Hermione didn’t respond right away. He raised one eyebrow as if he already knew the answer and was waiting for her to deny it. She whispered, “I’m scared.”
“That’s to be expected. Would you do it if I asked you?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you wish to wear my collar?”
“Yes.”
“You’re allowed to think about it. You don’t have to answer right now.”
“I’m sure, Severus. I knew as soon as I saw it.”
“So you were just giving me the third degree for fun?”
“No, I just wanted to be sure.”
“And you’re sure now?”
“Yes. May I wear it right now?”
Snape smirked. “Once it’s on you can’t be cheeky. You answer my questions with sir, and you don’t speak unless addressed.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ll do what I ask without hesitation?”
“Yes, sir.”
He held the collar to her lips. “Kiss it."
She bent her head and pressed her lips to one S.
He slipped the leather around her neck. Hermione felt a weird metallic tickle and realized the snakes were slithering around each other, fastening the front with their interlocking bodies. Their moving metal scales made her shiver.
“My serpents like you, pet,” he said, fingering the clasp. He glanced down at his cock. All of them. “Let’s see how good you can be.”
Snape went to the dresser and got the clamps. She didn’t say anything as he adjusted the tension. He wanted them tight. If she could stay quiet, they were off to a good start. “Keep your hands on your head. This is going to hurt. I expect you to take the pain. Your mouth should remain closed. Is all that clear?”
“Yes, sir." She mashed her lips tight.
“Excellent.”
He pinched her right nipple until it was sticking out enough for him to clamp. When the jaws closed around the bud, she made a sharp sound behind her lips but kept her mouth shut. As the clamp pinched the other nipple, her nasal exhales became ragged. She was squeezing her eyes closed, trying to control her breathing. Very good. “Bend forward and put your arse in the air, chest to the ground.”
Her body shook as she obeyed, pushing her bum as high as it would go. He dropped the tawse on the ground in front of her face. “I got this just for you, pet. Would you like to try it out?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice sounded shaky, quavering with restraint.
“Kiss your new present before it kisses your arse.”
Shifting forward, she kissed the leather.
Snape picked it up and stood to one side, rubbing the leather over her buttocks. He didn’t make the first hit overly hard. He wanted her to like her new toy. A red line formed across her skin. He laid on another. She jumped at the contact but otherwise stayed still and quiet.
He put a foot on either side of her hips, facing her upturned rump. The next hit went down the back of her right cheek and thigh. She shouted behind her sealed lips. The tawse slapped the left side so they'd match.
Reaching down, he felt the heat in each crimsoned line. Her bum warmed his hand like fire. Standing back up, he swatted her with the leather. Over and over. The hits were hard enough to sting. She’d be dripping for him when he was finished. Severus let the split tails of the tawse flick over the entire expanse of her bum.
She looked lovely when he was done. Red and pink blotches decorated the curve of her arse like an expressionist painting. Monet couldn’t have done finer work. He heard her sniffling and tossed aside the tawse, turning to watch her. “Are you wet, pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
Her tearful answer was perfect. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he needed to know she could maintain composure no matter what. “Sit up. Hands on your head.”
She faced him, hands locked in her hair. Snape unclamped her nipples one at a time, and she grimaced in pained relief. Although her breathing was out of control, she said nothing. He nodded with pleasure. “Stand up.”
When she had risen, he took her hands, pulling them high above her head. “Hold them there.”
He got his wand and bound her wrists, levitating her until her toes were just barely resting on the floor. Bending down, he lapped her nipple. Her whimper was musical. The other side got the same treatment. Her pebbled flesh was hot on his tongue.
“Do your nipples hurt?” he murmured to her chest.
“Yes, sir.”
“Would you like me to fuck you now?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmm. Open you legs. Let me see if you’re wet enough.”
Her feet came off the floor as she spread her legs. He slipped a finger along her slit. It was drenched. “You’re not quite there yet.”
Her whimpering went straight to his cock. He was going to fuck the hell out of her. The riding crop caught his eye. Picking it up, he slowly circled her. “Beg me to whip you.”
Hermione let out a shaky exhale. “Please whip me, sir.”
“Louder.”
“Please whip me, sir!”
“Where would you prefer it, pet? Your arse or your clit?”
She groaned. “My clit, sir.”
He came back in front of her. “I’m only giving you a choice because you’ve been so good. Thank me for being so kind.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Snape flicked his wand at her, and her legs were bound apart. Her eyes went wide, but she kept quiet. Circling his wand in the air, her legs pulled higher and higher until she was hanging from her hands and ankles in a V, wide open for him. She looked scared out of her mind. Running the keeper down her inner thigh, he gave her nether lips a light tap upon arrival. Her first try with the collar had gone better than anticipated. She deserved a reward. “You’ve been a very good girl. I’m proud of you.”
She stared at him, silently begging him to keep talking.
Slowly and methodically, he slapped her clit. The sound was lovely—wet and delicious. After a couple minutes, her lower lip began to tremble. “It’s all right, pet. I want you to come. You may open your mouth. Make any sound you want, so long as you remain respectful.”
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered.
He could see how close she was. She was struggling to get her legs wider so the leather would make better contact. He went a little faster. Her eyes rolled back, and she strained against the invisible ropes.
“Unnnnnh!”
Her body convulsed in the air; she looked possessed. He watched as she writhed and moaned through her orgasm. His cock was turning to titanium.
When she sank in exhaustion, he stroked her puffy pussy lips until she opened her eyes. “That was beautiful, pet. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cock, sir. Please.”
Severus smiled; she looked relieved that he’d given her that token of affection. He walked around her and wrapped his arm around her waist then released her legs and arms. Her body hung in his arms like a rag doll. Carrying her to the bed, he laid her on her back. She looked perfect with her flushed skin and heaving chest. The black of the collar was stunning against her throat. He was going to tear her apart. “Legs open.”
She spread-eagled herself on the bed.
“Good girl. That’s enough for one night. Take off the collar.”
Hermione reached a trembling hand to her throat. She didn’t know how to take it off.
“Stroke a snake,” he told her. “I know you know how.”
Her finger ran over one tiny snake, and it slithered around. The collar fell off. Hermione pulled it away, staring at Snape the whole time. “Why did you tell me to take it off?”
Severus climbed on top of her and rubbed his dick through her wetness. “It was enough for the first time. You were perfect, love.” He kissed her forehead. “I wanted to fuck you, and I wanted you to respond. Don’t you dare hold back. I’ve been waiting for this since you took off your knickers in my office before class.”
Hermione smiled and stroked his chest. His dick sank inside, smooth and slow. “Please fuck me hard, Severus.”
“Soon,” he muttered, enjoying the feel of her slipping around him. “Don’t pass out on me this time.”
“I won’t. I don’t want to miss anything.”
Smirking, he kissed her. He hadn’t kissed her all night, and it washed over him like a Calming Concoction. Her arms went around him, pressing him to her bare breasts. He didn’t know he was such a fan of the missionary position until that very moment. He’d flip her over soon, but for the time being, he was going to fuck her nice and deep so he could watch her eyes roll back in her head. Her fingers teased the back of his neck, and his hips sped up in reaction to the chills coursing down his spine.
Severus pulled back for air. “Did you enjoy showing me your pussy in class today?”
“Yes, sir."
“You looked as though you were going to have a coronary.”
Hermione nodded. “I was scared out of my mind, but it made me so wet. I thought I was going to come when you told me to touch my clit.”
“I can’t believe no one smelled your sweet pussy. I could smell you all the way at my desk.”
She groaned as he changed angles and hit her clit. “Draco smelled me for sure.”
Snape smirked into her neck, grazing his teeth over her pulse. Her fingers dug into his back as she shivered. “He seemed keen to leave you stewing in your own juices.”
“Abandoned me in my hour of need,” she added. “So Slytherin.”
He rammed in hard. “Don’t forget whom you’re talking to.”
“Oh, God! Do it again!”
Chuckling, he nipped her throat. “Soon. What did Draco say to you before he left for lunch? You got awfully red.” She turned that same red again right before his eyes.
“He said he was thinking about eating my bum while he wanked in the bathroom and that his hand still smelled like my pussy. I don’t think he’s washed it all day.”
Severus snickered. “I know how he feels. I’ve been smelling your knickers since lunch.”
Hermione grabbed hold of his bum, her nails sinking deep. “Just trying to brighten you day.”
He slammed inside her again. “They got me through a very trying period of first-years.”
“Please fuck me harder!”
“Not yet. Did you enjoy the tawse tonight?”
“It fucking hurt,” she said, writhing underneath him.
“You didn’t like it?”
“I liked it when you didn’t hit as hard.”
“How did you feel wearing the collar?”
“It was . . . I don’t know . . . scary and exciting. It was hard to concentrate and be quiet. But I like you being in charge. Will you make me suck your dick next time?”
He laughed. “Maybe.”
“Will you finger my bum?”
“Love, next time, I’ll watch Draco lick your bum.”
She shuddered. “Do I have to ask you to come when I’m collared?”
“Not unless I tell you to. I always know when you’re close.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of coming?”
“No—ahh!—of Draco watching me . . . you know.”
He fucked her harder. “No, I don’t know. Tell me.”
“Severus!”
“If you can’t say it, how are you going to let someone watch you take it?"
“I don’t know,” she whimpered. Her pussy was getting louder.
“We’ll talk about it later. Tell me again how much you want my cock.”
Hermione would have laughed if she wasn't so desperate. “I fucking love your cock, Severus. Please fuck me as hard as you can. Make me come.”
He couldn’t stand it anymore. “Roll over. Up on your knees.”
She squealed as he flipped her over and pulled her arse up in the air. He slapped it once and slid right back inside. “Fuck!”
Snape didn’t hold back, speeding up until he was banging against her bum like a piston. Her hips were soft in his hand, her skin denting under his fingers. He wanted to leave marks.
“Oh God, Severus! Please touch my clit!”
He didn’t want to let go of her hips. He was yanking her back as hard as he was thrusting forward. “No. Let it build.”
Hermione slapped her hand against the bed and tore at the covers. “Yes, sir.”
Snape smiled. “That’s my good girl. Do you want me to spank you when we're done here?”
“Fuck! Yes, sir.”
“You’re not too sore?”
“I want it!” She could practically taste his cock he was so deep.
“Do you need me to fuck your arse tonight?”
“Gods! Yes, Severus! Fuck! Please!”
“Just a little more, love. I want to make this last.”
Hermione buried her face in the covers and screamed in frustration.
“Get your face out of the mattress,” he growled.
Looking to one side, she panted and squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes, sir! Please go faster!”
He did what he could. His back was starting to ache. There was a loud groan from her, and then liquid was dripping off his cock, her inner muscles pulsing around him like an anxious handshake. Juice streamed out of her as she wailed in relief. He stopped holding back and came with her, her clenching cunt wringing every last ounce from him.
Slowly, she came down, her pussy giving its last few shudders. He sank to one side, dragging her with him.
“Bloody hell, pet,” he murmured.
Hermione smiled. “That was perfect.”
They both rested, trying to catch their breath. When his prick slipped out, Hermione snuggled back into him, rubbing her bum to his hips. She liked the feel of his soft sex planted in her furrow.
“Give me some time, love. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“No one is. And I’m just getting closer, not trying to arouse you.”
Snape smirked and blew her hair out of his face. “Do you really want a spanking, or was that your pussy talking?”
Her teeth bit at her smile. “I really want it, but . . . give me a little bit. Could we try something?”
“Anything.”
“Could you spank me and make me come at the same time?”
“I think that can be arranged. It’ll be easier if I get you right up to the edge before I start spanking you. Are you up for that?”
Hermione moved his hand from her waist to her breast and nodded. “Yes.”
Snape had something he wanted to try with her too, and her request gave him a nice opening. “Do you really want my cock in your arse tonight? You’ve had a lot up there in the past couple of hours.”
“I want it,” she answered with a blush.
“Overachiever.”
Hermione smiled and turned to face him. He pulled her leg over his hip and stroked her flank. She put one hand to his chest. “Do you want to sleep or take a bath or something? You look tired.”
“Me? You’re the one who looks like you were hung upside down wet and left to dry."
Her hand went to her hair. “Do I really?”
He pulled her hand away from her hair and put it back on his chest. “Stop that. I like it the way it is.”
“It’s a mess, Severus. I don’t even have a brush here or anything.”
His face lit. “I could get you one. I’d have no intentions of using it on your hair though.”
Her eyes went wider, but then a smile broke through. “You know you’re just making me wet, right? Don’t say something like that if you’re not going to follow through.”
His hand slid down to her bum, “I know. I like to keep you in a constant state of preparedness. Wet and ready.”
Hermione smiled and kissed his chin.
His fingers drew idle patterns on her back, which made her relaxed and horny at the same time. He pulled her partially on top so his thigh was pressed to her pussy. Sighing, she curled in closer, grinding against him.
“Did you get hard watching me in class today?” she whispered.
“I’m not a teenager, Miss Granger. I can control myself.”
“Is that a yes or a no?”
He smiled. “What do you think?”
“I think you were,” she murmured, kissing his collarbone. “I think you wanted to bend me over the table and fuck me.”
“That would make class more bearable.”
“I know it’s what I wanted.”
“What else did you want?” he asked, turning his head so she had better access to his neck.
“I wanted to suck your cock when you were spanking me in your office.”
He grinned. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you fancy doing it that much?”
“I like it. But I love making you come.”
Severus gripped her hips and pressed her harder to his leg.
“When you take me to your club, will you make me suck your cock?”
“Possibly. Do you want to?”
“Yes. I didn’t know I’d like it doing it in front of an audience so much until last night.”
An unexpected bonus. “I think you just like everyone to know when you’re good at something.”
Hermione looked up at him. “Am I the best you’ve had?”
He laughed. “You have natural talent, pet. There is a lot you could learn, but most of that would just be tricks and techniques. Do you want to be the best?”
“Yes!” Do you not know me at all?
That just made him laugh harder. “If you really want to, I can get you some books and introduce you to some people who could help you on that front.”
“I’d prefer hands-on instruction from you.”
“Oh Merlin." He sighed out a last chuckle and stroked her cheek with one finger. “This is going to be a great summer. Next you’re going to tell me you want to be the best cock-rider in all of Britain.”
She didn’t know what was so funny about that. “Maybe I do.”
That just started him laughing again. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her still. “I’ll see what I can do. I think Draco’s right—you are the best Head Girl ever.”
“You’re laughing at me.”
He took a deep breath. “No, I’m not, love. You make me laugh, but I’m not laughing at you. You do win the award for making me laugh the most though. Is that a good enough gold star for your records?”
“If you’re going to take the Mickey I’m—”
Severus pulled her face forward and kissed her, silencing her pout. He wasn’t trying to turn her on; he just wanted to kiss her. The determined furrow of her brow vanished, and she clutched his back. Her tongue danced against his like a song. He’d forgotten what joy felt like. Maybe he’d never really known.
Hermione was breathless when he let her go. His lips looked swollen and happy, and she wanted to dive back in for more. He stopped her with a hand to the bum, slapping her cheeks.
“I want to watch you come again.”
She couldn’t argue with that.
Before she knew it, he had her legs over his shoulders; and he was licking her pussy like a hungry wolf. Hermione felt as if reality were crumbling around her. Nothing should feel so good. In less than five minutes, she was bucking against this face and begging him to make her come.
“Thought you wanted a spanking,” he muttered to her clit.
A whine slipped out. She hated whining, but she was so close. “Yesyesyes. I do.”
Just a little more. He went back to licking her but slowed down and didn’t settle on a rhythm. Her fingers tightened in his hair whenever he put any effort into it. Just a few seconds of quick steady flicks had her bouncing off the bed.
“Let’s move this to the settee,” he said with one last kiss to her clit.
Hermione was struggling just to breathe like a normal person; it was impossible to have any kind of acceptable respiration rate with him between her thighs (or anywhere near her for that matter). He led her to the sitting area and nudged the coffee table closer toward the fire with his foot. Sitting down, he motioned for her to come to him.
When she got there, he spun her around, entertained by the closeup of her bum. It was still splotchy from earlier, but this was her idea and her bottom; if she wanted it sore, that was her choice. “Face away from me and sit. Did you ever play wheelbarrow as a child? Someone holds your feet and you walk on your hands?”
Hermione looked over her shoulder, her brow knitted in confusion. “Yes.”
“I want your hands on the floor just like that, your legs spread around me.”
There was a pause as she processed how open that would leave her. He’d be able to see everything (not that he hadn’t seen it before). Her pussy made it very clear that it fancied the idea of being spread wide while he spanked her. Nodding, she leaned forward, planting her hands on the floor, awkwardly maneuvering and scooting until her knees were near his hips and the tops of her feet touched the settee’s back.
Severus smiled. Outstanding. Everything was on display: her red buttocks, the shining pink of her labia, her swollen clit. He rubbed his palm over her sweet spot then parted her folds with two fingers, teasing her dissented nub. When she circled her hips, searching for more friction, he dipped a finger into her honey pot. Beautiful. “Go down on your elbows, I’ll get you a pillow.”
He tossed a pillow to her, and she rested her arms and face against it.
“Ready, pet?”
Hermione could hear the smile in his voice. “Yes, sir.”
Snape slapped her cheek with one hand, and she jumped. He got the other side, loving the way she jerked and moaned. Holding her open, he surveyed her juicy response. Her pussy clenched and relaxed as he gave each cheek his full attention. Keeping time with his left hand on her clit, he slapped her already red rump with his right. She was wiggling like a fish on a hook, but she opened her legs wider and pushed back closer to him with every hit.
“Do you like this new position, love?” he asked between smacks.
She could only manage a groan.
“I can see that you do. I can see everything. Are you close?” I know you are.
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t come until I tell you to. I want your arse nice and red first.”
Hermione whimpered into her arm. Him telling her not to come just made her want to come even more. The spanking was igniting everything to an inferno; her pussy was going to catch fire soon.
He went faster, giving her no time to relax. Her body was strung like high-tension wires around him. He stopped rubbing her clit and slid to the spot she liked underneath, above her creaming hole (or in this position below it). She went still. He rubbed until he heard the soft fast sound of her panting through her nose. A steady cycle of holding her breath and short nasal gasps matched the tension in her belly.
“Your arse looks lovely, pet. You may come,” her murmured, spanking her harder.
Her muscles were marble, her thighs clenching around him like a statue. She didn’t say a word, she just kept sniffing inhales through her nose.
“Come for me, love. I know you’re ready. Your pussy’s even redder than your bum.”
No answer. Just breathing.
“I can see your little arsehole starting to twitch. Show me how hard you can come.”
The pulsing under his finger began again and didn’t stop. A river of clear fluid ran past his finger down into her pubic hair. He wondered if it would leave a wet spot on the seat where her belly rested. Her hips ticked in a tight little jerking motion as the river continued to flow. My God, how much can she make? He didn’t give up slapping her cheeks, but he did take it down a notch. He knew she wanted it to sting.
Her body finally started to relax, slowly going to mush as she let out a moan. “Holy fuck,” she whispered.
Severus chuckled and rubbed her bum. “You all right down there?”
“MmmHm.”
“That was bloody spectacular, love. I might need to reupholster the seat, but it was well worth it.”
Hermione sputtered out an exhausted giggle.
His fingers slid though the wet shine and spread it back to her puckered hole. Severus pushed past the ring of muscle and fingered her rectum. She shuddered and arched into his hand. His cock was slowly coming back to life, and he was ready to spend some time in her arse. “Let me know when you’re recovered, love. There’s plenty to keep me busy here.”
He added another finger and wiggled them deep inside her.
The blood was rushing in her ears. Her orgasm had been intense, spiraling out of her body until she was limp. Her cheeks felt like a hot coals; she put one hand back to rub her bum as he stretched her backdoor.
“Did you like your spanking?”
“Yes, sir."
He helped her, rubbing the other cheek with his free hand. “I want to taste you. Go get on the bed.”
Hermione smiled and dragged herself forward until she could stand. When she turned back for his hand to help her off the floor, he was staring at the dark spot where her release had pooled on the edge of the seat. His finger traced over it, and he looked up at her as if he were going to eat her alive. He practically picked her up as he helped her stand. She must have been moving too slowly, because he wrapped his arm around her waist and carried her the last five steps to the bed.
“Up.”
She backed up onto the bed as fast she could, and Severus yanked her legs apart and pressed his face to her soaked snatch. His tongue licked her clean, lapping through her folds like a mad dog. When he had gotten it all from her pussy, he rolled her over and spread her cheeks, burying his tongue into her damp crevice. Her juice was everywhere, and he dug around until he’d found all of it.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” she moaned, tearing at the bedspread.
He slapped her bum then went right back in for more. She couldn’t arch her back any deeper; her contortions were giving him as much access as humanly possible.
“Oh God, Severus!”
He shoved his tongue up her backside. Her bucking shout was more than adequate thanks.
“Please, Severus!”
He came up for air. “Please what?”
“Please fuck my arse.”
“Get my dick as hard as you can first.”
Hermione twisted her upper body around to look at him. “Get on the bed.”
He liked the fire in her eyes when she said that. As soon as he was on his back, her lips were running up and down his length, her tongue a soft flickering tease along the underside. She sucked at the frenulum then bounced it against her flattened tongue. Her fingers went from his sac to his arse as if she couldn’t decide which one she fancied more.
Hermione looked up at him and slid her middle finger into her mouth; it came out wet and shiny, and she pressed it up his backside. He grunted down at her as she slowly sank in, bumping his prostate like a pro. When his hips jerked, she smiled and did it again, taking his glans between her lips and swirling her tongue around the salty tip. His cock had become a solid mass of steel.
“That’s good, pet,” he said, lifting her face from his sex. “It’s indestructible. Come up here.”
Hermione carefully pulled her finger out of him and climbed up his body. He rolled her over on her back, pinning her under his weight, then rubbed his erection through her folds. He held out his hand, and the lube from the nightstand shot into it like lightning. Hermione was impressed with his wandless capabilities, especially in such heated circumstances.
Severus smeared a glob on her hole and then coated his length with more. Two fingers pierced her; a third slipped in next to them. She relaxed and let him push in all the way. With a growl, he pulled them right back out, pressing his shining head to her tiny hole. She propped her legs against his chest as he began to sink inside her.
The pressure around him was glorious. Severus was going as slowly as he could (but much faster than he intended). She made no sound as he pressed in to the hilt. There was a moment of stillness once he was inside. Her muscles shuddered around him, and he was suddenly complete, buried in her tight heat. The sharp sound of her gasp broke the silence.
"Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head no.
“Do you need a minute?”
She bit her lip and shook her head again.
Severus gritted his teeth and started to gently move inside her. When her eyes fell closed, he got a little faster. Leaning down, the weight of his body pushed her knees back further and tipped up her hips, giving him a deeper angle. “I need to hear you say you’re all right.” She hadn’t made a sound since they'd started.
Hermione opened her eyes and stared back at him. “More than all right.”
Severus sighed in relief. “I should have given you more time.”
“I’m okay. It burns a little, but I like it.”
He groaned softly and pulled out further with each thrust. “I’ll turn you over in a minute. I want this to last.”
“I like watching you.”
He breathed out a chuckle. “I like watching you too, pet.” That’s why I started like this.
“Will you kiss me?”
Severus pressed her thighs wider so he could lean closer. He stopped with his lips a breath away from hers. She reached up and pulled his face to hers, dragging her teeth along his lower lip. Growling, he pressed in and brushed his tongue along hers as he thrust his hips harder.
Hermione’s head was floating away again. The sweet, soft feel of his mouth was the perfect counterpoint to the burn in her bum. Until her muscles decided to stop fighting his invasion, his tongue was the ultimate distraction.
The more Snape kissed her, the more he forgot where he was. Reality was centered entirely on the meeting of their bodies. Nothing else existed. Her skin slid against him like satin. Her lips sucked the breath out of him. He wanted to inhale her. When he finally pulled away, her eyes were like two black holes. Guess she liked it too.
“We can stay like this if you want to,” he whispered.
She smiled. “I like it every way.”
He smirked back and slowly pulled out. He felt calmer, the urgency drained out of him by her soft lips. “Hand me those pillows.”
She reached above her head and passed them over. He flopped them down by her side.
“Roll over.”
Hermione rested her hips over the pillows and lay flat. His body pressed to her back, and she felt the fat head of his cock prodding her backdoor. There was a second of burn, and then he was back inside, sliding in like butter. She sighed as he pressed his hips into her roasted bum; its heat would keep him warm.
Her body felt like a cloud under him, her sphincter a ring of thunder around his cock. Snape pressed his lips to the side of her neck as he began to ride her, rolling with the storm of his pleasure. His brain had switched off, and he murmured a mindless string of praise into her ear. Her responding purrs tugged at his balls. He ground his hips against her bum with each contented sigh she offered.
Hermione lay there, immobilized by his weight. It seemed to go on forever. The pleasure was rolling around inside her, gradually picking up momentum with every passing minute. The feel of his bollocks dragging against her pussy was driving her mad. They must be coated in cream by now—I’m dying. She couldn’t take any more of his slow drive to insanity. “Please touch my clit, sir.”
He slipped his hand under her and found her nub, slick and swollen like an oiled galleon. She moaned and tried to spread her legs wider. The momentum suddenly lurched forward, and she was teetering on the edge.
“Are you going to come for me, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
He rocked his hips faster into her depths. “Give me a second, love. I want to go with you.”
She nodded. “I love your cock so much, Severus. I want this to last forever, but I need to come.”
He licked over the bite mark he’d left. “I know. Come for me. Say my name. I want to hear it.”
Hermione relaxed her body, and her muscles contracted around his length, the relief flowing through her belly. His thrusts knocked his name out of her lips. “Sev-er-us!”
Her arse gripped his cock, and he let out the breath he was holding. Staying deep, he pumped against her warm rump until he was completely empty. If she didn’t push it out, his seed would be inside her for hours. “Yesssss,” he hissed into her shoulder.
He stayed against her as they came down. Her back was sweat-slick, and he knew he’d be freezing when they pulled apart. Sexual body heat only lasted so long. “Can you breathe, love?”
“A little.”
He lifted off of her back and yanked the pillows out from under her so they could roll to one side. His prick slipped out, and she shivered.
“Come here,” he said, pulling her back into his chest.
Hermione settled on her side, wiggling back into his sex.
“Gentle,” he warned.
A tired smile pulled at her lips. “Sorry. Are you sore?”
“Sensitive,” he muttered.
“Want me to kiss it?”
“Later.”
“Yes, sir.”
He smirked and pushed her hair out the way. “Exams and NEWTs are next week. Are you still going to be here every night?”
“Definitely. I won’t be able to think if I can’t come.”
He circled her nipple with one finger. “I have to warn you now, I’ll be busy. I can’t spend hours with you every night. And . . . if I’m short with you, don’t take it personally. End of the year is the busiest time.”
“I’ll try not to bother you.”
“I didn’t say you’d be bothering me.”
Hermione slid her fingers between his and put his hand over her heart. “I’ll do whatever I can to make it easier on you.”
His lips touched her neck. “You already have.”
She smiled.
“Is your last NEWT on Thursday?”
“Professor McGonagall gave me a schedule yesterday. My last one is Charms on Friday morning.”
“When is your Potions practical?”
“Wednesday.”
“You'd better get an O,” he teased.
“Or what?” she shot back.
Severus grinned. “Or I’m going to give you my own test this summer. I don’t think you’ll like the way I’ll correct your wrong answers.”
Hermione laughed. “What if I do get an O?”
“Then I’ll give you whatever you beg for.”
“What if I get lots of Os”
He chuckled into her neck. “You’re awfully sure of yourself. What makes you think I care about the other subjects anyway?”
“Haven’t you ever heard of positive discipline?”
“Hmm. I’ll think of something good. I don’t know if you need any more pressure to succeed. You’re stressed enough as it is. Just take the tests. On Friday you can stay with me and celebrate.”
“When are you going to . . . ask Draco to join us?” She didn’t know how else to phrase that question.
He grinned into her hair and squeezed her hand. “Maybe Draco should celebrate with us. Don’t worry about it. I’ll decide later. He might do something in the meantime to piss me off and ruin all our plans. Best to wait.”
It would be Friday. He just didn’t want her worrying about it during NEWTs.
“I’m nervous,” she confessed.
“About Draco or NEWTs?”
“Everything.”
He summoned her potions for the night. “Take these. Try not to think about it.”
Hermione leaned onto her side and drank the potions like shots of firewhisky. The pendant on the nightstand caught her eye, and she picked it up before settling back into him.
“Will you put it on for me?” she asked, holding the ends behind her neck for him.
Snape fastened the catch and ran his finger along the chain.
Hermione held the pendant between her fingers and studied it. She pressed the amber to her chest and stroked his hand. Her eyes fell closed, and she thought about what she’d beg him for when she got that O.
Severus waited until her breathing was deep and slow then kissed her neck again. He was a little disappointed that she hadn’t blurted out her feelings in a sleeping-potion-induced haze again. The words still echoed in his head as if she’d just said them. He still didn’t know if she’d had her tongue loosened and spoken the truth or if it was just a benign phrase. Looking for the answer in her thoughts seemed like a bad idea. The truth could hurt. He’d rather not know.
“Say it again,” he whispered to her in the dark.
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