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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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A/N: Chea – Wow, your twist was far more interesting than mine! Looks like I might have to start thinking outside the square even further ;). Hahah! I love your consideration of Lynch and his ‘therapeutic requirements’.

MzPearlz – ‘Triangles hurt my brain (I'm so sick of trig being merged into Calculus) ‘ – Bahahah! I’m with you there, gave that up a long time ago. ‘I'm still stuck on the polyjuicing a friend... that friend needs a medal’ – or a load of cash ;).

Oracle – ‘Holy crap. Lynch is nuts’ – you could have broken it to him a little more gently ;). ‘I have had this idea about how I want this story to end for a long time now’ – I’m intrigued and now I want to know (but don’t tell me even if I beg you as I haven’t got every part sorted yet). ‘Mushy leaves for a sad conversation.’ – Again another element that didn’t enter my consciousness but probably was somewhere in my intent (or just a nice interpretation from you). ‘It seems like emotional revelations happen at the Bath a lot.’ – Yeah, the Bath and the river seem to be the sites of emotional release or revelation, you know water means emotion in dreams? ‘Luna needs some play.’ – This whole thing made me smile so much. You are so invested in this couple. I wonder why? ;). I will pass on your excellent suggestions to them. Perhaps they can be compiled into a pamphlet? Pyrogenic Pornography? Bonking with Burns? Come on, give me some more. Thanks for pointing out the confusion around Fred. I looked at it a number of times and wondered but I’m glad you have confirmed that it was confusing, has now been amended. ‘Hermione is becoming her own woman. A new improved model thanks to Snape's influence.’ – I like that. I agree.

Chapter 20 – A Steady Hand

“Are you alright?” Snape swept Hermione into his room as she strode past on her way back from Lynch’s office.

“It’s too much.” She shook her head, clutching at the front of his shirt as he leaned protectively over her. “I can’t deal with it. I need you to come tonight.”

“Of course.”

She lunged at him, sucking ravenously on his lips as she breathed heavily through her nose, on the verge of tears. Before she could cry, she broke off, fleeing to her office and closing the door with a bang.

***

As soon as he entered her bedroom, Hermione rolled off the bed and approached him.

“I’m so glad you came,” she whispered.

Taking his hand in both of hers, she pulled him toward the bed.

“I need you to do . . . things . . . to me.” Her brow was painfully knotted with a mixture of despair and naked craving.

Placing both hands on her shoulders, he regarded her intently. “There’s something else you need first.”

Pulling her to his chest, he threaded his fingers into her hair, gently massaging her scalp. And she began to melt. Then the tears came. She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his shirt until it was soaked. Leaning back, she sobbed even more at the mess she‘d created. He cast a quick drying spell to calm her, then took the handkerchief from his pocket, wiping her face with slow, gentle caresses.

“I must look a sight.” She gave a watery smile.

“You do,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss each eyelid with soft, full lips, before blazing a sensuous trail down the side of her face and finally capturing her mouth. She pushed into him, returning the kiss with such needy fervour that he instantly picked her up and carried her to the bed, their faces writhing together like mating serpents.

He had to grasp her chin in order to pull away from her avaricious feasting, but her eyes still implored him, desperate for more.

“Do you want to talk about what happened today?”

“No. Not yet.”

“Then you will need to be more specific with what you want from me,” he murmured, running his fingertips over her lips, which were already swelling from their initial bruising encounter.

She sighed against his fingers, feeling some of the tension already beginning to ebb away.

“I want you to fuck me so hard that I can feel it for days. I need to know that you were inside me, to ground me when my mind starts to wind up again. I also want you to fuck my arse with your fingers. And I want you to spank me at the same time. I need it to hurt.”

Severus frowned down at her, his black eyes searching hers. She looked desperate but also determined and he was satisfied that she was capable of making a rational choice.

“You’ve asked for a lot of things you’ve never done before.”

She nodded. “I understand.”

“It could be overwhelming.”

“That’s what I want. I need to get to that place where my mind shuts off. There is so much going on in there at the moment, it’s making me feel crazy. I need you to take me there, Severus.” Her eyes pleaded with him.

“Do you want me to use my hand on you or something else? A paddle. A crop?”

“Your hand. I need to feel you.”

He gave a brief nod. “You have your safe word.” His voice had taken on an edge, the clipped tone she associated with him in dominant mode.

Her heart instantly accelerated as she nodded. She had her safe word but she knew she wouldn’t be using it. She wanted whatever he was going to give her and on some level she was also interested in knowing what he would do if he had free reign over her body.

Standing, he pulled her up to him and wandlessly removed their clothes before turning her to face the bed.

“I want you on all fours in the middle,” he instructed.

Although her heart was racing, she felt more relaxed than she had the entire day. It was as though she had just handed over the reins for a wild horse to an experienced horseman. She trusted him enough to know that she would be safe.

She crawled into the middle of the bed, her bare backside facing him.

Taking his wand from the shelf, he knelt behind her.

“This might feel a little odd. I’m going to cast a cleansing spell on your back passage, just so you’re not concerned about what might happen in the heat of the moment. I’m also going to cast a muscle relaxing spell. It’ll help things run a little more smoothly.”

She appreciated his delicate use of words. It was unusual for him to be so considerate in this mode. He flicked his wand and suddenly she felt a cooling sensation roll through her bowels. It was peculiar but not uncomfortable. Then he jerked his other hand and the jar of lubricant shot into his palm.

Dropping both wand and jar onto the bed, he placed one warm hand in the middle of her back and the other on her shoulder, pushing her down so that her head rested against her bent forearms and her buttocks gradually spread like opening petals.

“I want you to speak freely throughout this session. The objective of this release, as I’m sure you are aware, extends beyond the domain of sex.”

She nodded, more than attuned to his words. But she still marvelled at the depth of his understanding about the psychological, emotional and, even, spiritual elements of sex. He was an endless revelation to her.

She closed her eyes and waited.

The first thing she felt were his palms gliding down her lower back and over the soft curve of her cheeks before his thumbs slid down her exposed crevices until they were positioned on either side of her labia. He spread her lips wide and suddenly his warm tongue was delving between her slick folds, sliding down to flick at the swollen nub of her clitoris. Moaning quietly, she pushed her knees wider, granting him better access. With his tongue flattened into a firm pad, he wiggled it over the straining head of her clitoris, causing her to push back into the bold curve of his nose, which slid into her opening.

“Uuuhhhh.” She turned her mouth against the crook of her elbow, feeling she was going to need something to scream into when the time came.

After sliding his nose in and around her juicy slot, he licked his way back up through her inner lips before she felt his cooling breath at the stretched opening to her hole. He had spread her pussy so wide that his breath made it feel cavernous. That was until his tongue suddenly plunged inside and started digging forcefully against her walls, stretching and stimulating them as he worked each angle in preparation for his cock.

Her ravenous channel clamped onto him with every thrust of his tongue and her hips started rocking, trying to gain enough purchase on his muscle to fuck herself.

“Severus, that feels so . . . goooood.” She almost squealed as he withdrew from her with a loud slurp.

She felt herself pouting at the loss of that exquisitely experienced organ until both sets of his fingers started to climb higher, pulling apart the flesh of her cheeks.

“Uuuhhh!” she moaned as she felt the tip of his tongue touch down on the puckered skin around her anus. It felt so indescribably intimate she burrowed her face into her arm, unsure of how to accept what he was doing to her. But she wouldn’t be asking him to stop, not now that he was pushing gently into the tight ring of muscle, causing it to contract reflexively with each plunge and her pussy to pulse in time.

Then his fingers, those masterful digits, slid below his chin to claim her cunt. One finger and then a second were buried inside her to the hilt before he began rotating his wrist on each stroke, twisting inside her and reaming her with his knuckles as his tongue continued to fuck her tight hole.

“That’s . . . that’s . . . ooohhhh.” She couldn’t describe the sensation except that she knew she wasn’t far off coming.

She panted, her breasts rising and falling from the bed as his hand twisted in her pussy until his fingers were facing downward and his thumb began to thrum away on her bulging clitoris.

“Severus,” she moaned. “You’re going to make me come if you keep . . . uuunnnnhhhh!”

Her neck arched off the bed as her legs began to shudder and convulse with the force of her contractions. His face could no longer stay even close to her buttocks as she bucked spasmodically, riding his fingers into a creamy lather before collapsing onto the bed, heaving and twitching.

“Uhhh . . . that was amazing,” she moaned. “But it didn’t hurt . . . at all. Not even a little bit.”

“You were too tense.” There was a note of amusement in his voice as he rubbed her lower back. “I needed to bring your anxiety down a degree or two before trying what you wanted.”

“Does that mean we get to go again?” She smiled, rolling over to take in his slick lips and tousled hair.

He smiled in return. “If that’s what you want.”

“When it comes to you, I don’t seem to want anything else.” She grimaced at her own lasciviousness.

“My, my, Dr Granger, look how far you’ve come.” He regarded her with an affectionate wink.

“I hope you’ll make me come a lot further too,” she murmured, hooking her hand around his neck and dragging him down to latch onto his face, indulging in his heady marination of pussy, arse and saliva. The taste, smell and texture infused her with such a primal urge for more that she grasped his bobbing cock, ready to imbibe the contents.

He grabbed her by the wrist. “I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here.” His expression was stern but there was an amused glint in the recesses of his dark eyes. The truth was that he was being far more lenient with her this time. She suspected it was because he knew just how fragile she felt.

“Sorry, sir,” she murmured meekly, reluctantly dragging her fingers away from his velvety length.

“When you’re ready, I want you back in position.” He picked up the jar of lubricant and unscrewed the lid, dipping his finger in to remove a generous amount.

Hermione scrabbled back onto her knees. Her pussy was still swollen and ticking but she was desperate to continue with her ‘Snape Therapy’.

“Hold your cheeks apart,” he instructed.

It was a little awkward, but she managed to rest her head sideways on the bed and hook her hands around her buttocks, spreading them apart. She was so exposed but, in some ways, she wanted to show him. Judging by his rock-hard erection, she knew he enjoyed looking at and touching her. No doubt, her puckered hole, flaring in preparation for his touch was part of the eroticism, as it had been for her when she’d fucked him with the vibrator.

“I’m going to take this slowly,” he rumbled. “You know what to do.”

Following her own instructions, she took a deep breath, held it and bore down against the slippery fingertip that he’d placed at her entrance. Gradually he pressed into her, forcing his digit into her virgin opening until her muscles began to spasm around him.

She grimaced against the burn and was glad he was waiting until her clenching passage, which was trying desperately to expel him, had calmed. Rubbing his strong thumb in firm strokes up the outer muscles of her buttocks, he triggered her inner muscles to relax as he pushed deeper.

Her breaths shortened and she tried to slow them in an effort to control the discomfort. Mercifully, he always seemed to know when it was becoming too much, halting in his progress and allowing her body to adjust, rubbing the right pressure points to stop her convulsing.

It certainly wasn’t the most comfortable experience Hermione’d ever had and she instantly reflected upon the speed with which she’d inserted the phallus into him. She probably could have taken it a bit easier. She’d remember that for next time.

The pain had subsided to a dull throb and she wondered just how far he’d managed to get. Then he withdrew slightly from her before sliding his finger back into place. Stop. Again, he gently pulled out and pushed back, progressing in small increments that had her muscular constriction clamping him again in a digital stranglehold. A deep moan escaped her but he kept up the slow thrusting movements and she felt herself relaxing into the sensation.

Her forehead rested against her arm as she focused on the feelings that this novel intrusion was conjuring. It stirred up her core, as did anything impaling her pussy, but it also seemed to tap into a depth of tension that pulled at her insides, concurrently opening up the emotional constrictions within her. She began to shudder. He stopped.

“Do you need to use your safe word?”

“No,” she grunted. “Keep going. I need this.”

He continued to slide his finger in and out, twisting it slightly to increase the torsional stimulation.

“Can I please have your cock too?” she murmured against the bed.

Within seconds, she felt his warm velvety head against her dripping pussy. He halted the digit in her anus as he focused on pushing his cock into her channel, having to work against the engorged resistance from her previous orgasm. When he finally managed to bury himself fully inside her, he began to thrust, alternating the deep plunges of his rigid cock with the sliding of his finger which was noticeably redder than the rest from the work of her constricting muscles.

“Shiiit,” she breathed into the crook of her elbow. This new dynamic was making her body do all sorts of things it had never done before.

“Are you ready for another finger?”

“Just give me a second,” she murmured, breathing through the waves of sensations that were rolling through her. “I might need another relaxing spell. I’m still feeling pretty tight.”

He picked up his wand from the bed and she heard him mutter a few words. Instantly her back passage seemed to release its stranglehold on him.

“Okay.” She nodded against the bed.

This time, he didn’t stop thrusting his cock into her as he slid the tip of a second digit into the tight ring of her anus. She suspected that he wanted to distract her from the sensation and this was confirmed when his other hand slid down to rub at her clitoris, providing a further jolt of pleasure that allowed him to push deeper.

Her chin arched into her chest as she let the sensations crash over her. Despite the intensity, her mind was feeling lighter, like she was letting go, drifting away into oblivion. She was barely aware of the burning in her back passage as he worked his fingers into her. His cock continued to pound her pussy as his other hand worked her clitoris, never over- or under-stimulating but keeping a steady rhythm that woke the snake of coiling tension inside her.

If he continued for much longer, she’d be gone again. She needed the final part.

“Please spank me, sir,” she rasped, her voice seeming to have exited with her mind.

Sliding the hand from her clitoris, he straightened and gave her a few long strokes with his cock and fingers, forcing them together through her thin wall. She moaned again, her head rocking to the side so she could draw breath.

Without warning, his hard palm landed a stinging blow on her cheek. Her entire body convulsed, squeezing around the rigid insertions that continued to plunge into her, causing a jolt of such intensity to strike at her core that she thought she was going to pass out. He seemed to sense this as the second blow didn’t come until after her breathing had normalised.

She cried out with the second, less from the pain than from the seismic waves of contractions that it triggered inside her. Her muscular undulations against his cock and fingers were collapsing into one another, making the pressure within her pelvis build to epic proportions.

Despite the fact that her body felt ready to go into nuclear fusion, she knew that he was being absolutely restrained. She had given him permission to do what he wished with her and yet she could feel he was doing everything to work with her body, rather than against it. When his palm landed the third time, she felt nothing but gratitude. To be taken to such a deep place by someone so adept made her feel both protected and fortunate. She felt special.

And when the fourth landed, she came. Screaming into the bedcovers, she let her body go. Shuddering and convulsing violently, she felt his fingers curling and shaking within her back passage, drawing out the intense seizing of her orgasm. The pressure shot a stream of juice from her pummelled urethra which she felt running down her thighs as her pelvis bucked around uncontrollably. She was concerned that she might have dislodged him but then heard his tell-tale grunts and suddenly he was roaring behind her, pounding his seed into her channel as he came into her over and over again.

They collapsed together in a gasping mass of flesh and Hermione lay face down against the covers, drifting in a state of semi-consciousness before he pulled her to his chest and buried his face in her hair.

“Are you alright?” his soothing voice seemed to wrap itself around her heart.

She could only nod.

Unaware of how long they lay like that, she was suddenly aroused by his deep voice.

“I should get back.”

“No.” She clutched at his chest. “I need you with me. Just tonight. Please.”

He didn’t respond but wrapped his strong arms more tightly around her.

There was a loud knock on the door.

She sat up. The room was light. It was morning.

Suddenly someone barged in, shaggy-haired and bleary-eyed. It was George.

“Shaun’s gone.”
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