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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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22 - Reunited and it Feels So Good
Dear Severus,
I know it’s only been four days, but I miss you. I’ve been dreaming about you every night, and I’m just about barmy. I’m allowed to touch myself, aren’t I? I can’t go a fortnight without coming. I don’t think I’m going to make it even one more day. My dreams are getting more graphic every passing night.
I’ve been busy packing and assuring Mum and Dad that, yes, I do really want to move out and that I’ll be fine. I can’t believe how many books a person can accumulate in eighteen years. I’ll have to shrink them all and put them in storage. I’ll probably leave everything else here. Is it weird that I’m ready to start a new life with a thousand books and only an armload of clothes? That reminds me, I got a new pair of knickers to wear when I see you. They’re not black, but I think you’ll enjoy them anyway.
I’ll probably move in with Harry next week. Ron’s having trouble getting away from the Burrow. Molly is getting a little empty nest with only Ginny left at home, and she's trying to keep him there. So Harry’s been left alone at Grimmauld Place. Luckily, Remus went to visit him, and now he spends a lot of time playing with Teddy. I’m glad. It keeps his mind busy.
Oh, and I already told Ron and Harry about us. They actually seem okay with the idea (a bit sick on Ron’s part but otherwise okay). Harry already knew (I’ll explain later) and said he just wanted me to be happy. And he doesn’t mind if you come over to our place to see me. They’ll be nice if you are. (Please be nice.) They both seem to be worried that you’ll hurt me (and have threatened retribution). I don’t have the heart to explain that’s part of the draw.
Are you still at school, or have you gone home? God, I miss you so much. There’s no one to smirk at me over my eggs in the morning. The marks on my neck are starting to fade. My bum still looks pretty decent though. I check it about four or five times a day just to make sure I haven’t imagined it all. I’ve been wearing my plug every night. I thought I was going to come last night when I put it in. Maybe that’s why my dreams are so vivd—I’m falling asleep with my knickers drenched.
Please say I can come. My bed is so lonely without you.
Yours,
HG
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Miss Granger,
You are no longer in school. If you want to have an orgasm, then do so. I never expected you to keep your hands out of your knickers the whole time we were apart. In fact, I want you to come every night when you put in your plug. If you’d like to make me very happy, you’ll edge yourself five times before you climax. I hope you do your own laundry; your knickers should be in quite a state.
I am impressed your friends are willing to overlook the past for your happiness. Perhaps they are not the cads they appear to be. Although, that seems doubtful. I am relieved, for your sake, that they are not openly hostile concerning our arrangement. I do not doubt they believe themselves capable of defending your honor (how very Gryffindor). I do, however, doubt their success. Potter may have defeated the Dark Lord, but his inability to perform a simple non-verbal spell puts him at a great disadvantage. I am quite interested to hear your explanation of “Harry already knew.” What exactly did he know and for how long? Obviously his knowledge is somewhat limited since I don’t see a scar-headed boy camped out on my doorstep waiting to curse me.
I finished in my classroom two days ago. I am now at home, preparing for your visit. I have much in store for you, pet. I look forward to seeing your new knickers and have something to show you as well. Actually, several things. I hope your backside is healed by the time I see you. It would be nice to start on a clean slate. You don’t need to sit for anything in the near future, do you?
By the way, there is nothing wrong with a large book to clothing ratio. It’s a philosophy I live by myself. If you wish to dismiss the clothing altogether, you have my full support.
—S
P.S. I got the note you left in my room. How did you manage that?
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Dear Severus,
I just got your letter. (Well, an hour ago.) I’ve been re-reading it and coming ever since. (Knickers enclosed.) I expect that reaction was your intent. I will definitely make you very happy tonight when I put in my plug. Please tell me what else you want me to do. I need it. I’ve got my hand in my panties right now. I’m so wet it sounds like you’re licking me. Bloody hell. Hold on.
Okay, I’m back again. I hope the people at the owl post can’t smell these knickers when I send them.
Don’t get angry, but, Harry saw us on his map. It shows where everyone in the castle is at that moment. I think he only knows that we were alone in your room. I didn’t have the nerve to ask him what, exactly, he saw. Even though all he can see is our footprints, I’m sure it was pretty obvious we weren’t just talking. I’m not sure precisely when he found out. He said he knew for about a month. I’m just glad Draco wasn’t there that night. I’d never be able to explain that.
In case you couldn't tell from these knickers, I can’t wait to see you. Every time it’s too quiet, I hear your voice in my head. It’s making me mental. Tell me what you’re doing right now. Do you miss me? Are you hard? I miss the feeling of your cock on my tongue. Your taste. I miss the way you growl in my ear when you’re close. Damn. I’ve got to come again. Mum’s going to wonder what the hell I’m doing in here for so long.
Write me back soon.
Yours,
HG
P.S. Dobby agreed to deliver my note while your rooms were being cleaned.
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Hermione,
If this is your idea of a care package, I need to stay away more often. It seems you’ve been quite busy. I hope you’re drinking plenty of fluids. Judging by your knickers, you’ll need to be hospitalized for dehydration soon. Did you put a Stasis Charm on these to keep them wet? Clever girl.
If I wasn’t hard before, I am now. I was reading before the owl delivered your package, but now I’m going to have to stop and take care of this nagging bulge in my trousers. I wish you were here to take care of it for me. Your mouth is so much more pleasant than my hand. I can’t stop picturing you lying in your bed reading my letter with your fingers buried between your thighs. Did you stay nice and quiet so Mummy and Daddy wouldn’t hear you? Or did you put up a Sound Shield?
Your panties smell like heaven, love. I’m going to make this last. I’ll think of something for you to do in the meantime.
After you read this, I want you to take off all your clothes and get on your bed—on your hands and knees. Put a pillow between your legs and ride it until you’re right on the edge. Don’t come yet. Get on your back and finger yourself. Use two fingers. When they’re nice and wet, I want you to lick them clean. Go back for more and then use your wet fingers to play with your nipples. Go slowly. Five minutes minimum. I know you’ll be ready to come by then, but I want you to go stand in the corner for ten minutes, hands and nipples touching the wall, nothing else. Legs apart. While you’re there, I want you to think of five things you want to do sexually that you’ve never done before. When your time is up, stay where you are and come. If you’re a very good girl, you’ll get the floor wet. Go get your plug and kneel on your bed, arse in the air. Start pushing it in while you keep rubbing your clit. Take as long as you need, but don’t push in all the way until you’re coming again. When it’s time for you to go to sleep, touch yourself. Don’t climax. I want you to go to sleep with your pussy soaking.
I have to stop now, pet. My cock is throbbing. I’m going to come thinking about you riding me. Your tits look glorious bouncing in my face. Perhaps if I use enough lube it will sound like you.
Tell me what five things you’ve thought of.
Be good,
S
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Dear Severus,
OH MY GOD! That was excellent. I did everything you asked. I came so hard standing in the corner, it was running down my thighs. I couldn’t stop thinking about you fucking my arse while I pushed in my plug. It was perfect. I fell asleep with wet knickers and dreamed about you all night. I came about twenty times in my sleep. Why are dream orgasms so different? It’s like there’s no down time between them and no limit. Or is that just me?
Five things I thought of
   1. Being restrained while you punish me. (I actually had a dream about this and I think I would like it in real life. You strapped me to some kind of table. It’s very unclear now. You know how dreams are, the more you try to remember it, the more it fades.)
   2. Licking caramel off your cock. (Or your whole body. Both sound nice.)
   3. Being fucked in a public place. (I’m not sure if this is something I want to do in real life or not. I don’t want to be arrested.)
   4. Fingering another witch. (And maybe some other stuff.)
   5. You buggering me while I hold an enema. (This turns me on thinking about it, but I’m not sure if it’s physically possible.)
I’m moving in with Harry on Friday. Four more days. I’ll owl you as soon as I’m there. Write me in the meantime.
Miss you terribly,
HG
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Dear Hermione,
You were a very good girl. Your list is excellent. I’m including a duplicate of a page from a book I think you’ll enjoy. Is this picture what you had in mind regarding a table? Or is it better? I might be able to arrange something. I can take the knee rests off the sides and keep you suspended on your pussy if you’re feeling brave.
I forgot about your food fantasy. I’ll stop at the shop later and pick up a jar or caramel. Or three. How do you feel about whipped cream and chocolate? The clerk is going to think I have an eating disorder. If you like, I can pick up a banana and a cucumber in case you’re feeling frisky. I’ll browse the produce aisle and see what else I can find.
Your exhibitionist tendencies are intriguing, and I would never let you get arrested. I think we should test your limits at Eros. Or did you want to get fucked without anyone knowing? You will be watched at Eros, but if you prefer a more covert coupling, you can wear a skirt and sit in my lap in the middle of Diagon Alley. I’m open to suggestions.
We’re going to talk about your witch-on-witch fantasy when I see you. I have someone in mind, but I want to hear exactly what you’ve been thinking about. So you'd better start practicing what you’re going to tell me now. I know how much you love saying things out loud that embarrass you.
I’m certain that your last idea is physically possible, and it fits in nicely with something I got you. (You’re dying to be my anal angel, aren’t you? I’d get you some wings, but I think you’d prefer leather.) I know someone who’s done this before. I’ll ask him if he has any advice.
I saw Draco last night. He mentioned that he’d like to learn how to wield a variety of implements, particularly the cane. I told him I’d discuss it with you. Before you decide, I want to explain that he’ll have to take anything he dishes out. A person can’t learn to use a cane without feeling it first. If you have any desires to punish another person (or Draco in particular), now would be your chance. If you just want to watch, that would be fine too. I know inflicting pain isn’t for everyone. But I also know you got off watching Draco get paddled. (Or was it taking care of him afterward that you enjoyed?) Whatever you decide is fine. You don’t have to be our test subject if you don’t want to.
Until I see you, I want you to only climax three times a day. If you come in your sleep that’s fine; they don’t count. You can space them out however you'd like. The only other rule is you can’t use your hands below the waist (and no cheating with the showerhead). You are only allowed to rub your pussy against things: pillows, the edge of the bed, chair arms. I don’t care what you use as long as you are humping it until you come. I suggest you get good at it. I might ask for a demonstration when I see you.
I do miss you,
S
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Dear Severus,
I don’t know what book you got this picture out of, but I want to read it. Several times. Or better yet, you read it to me. This is almost exactly what I dreamed. But you’re right, this one’s better. Can you really get something like this? I’m getting wet thinking about it. But I’m scared too. You’re not really going to tie me to it the first time, are you?
Chocolate and whipped cream sound nice. I just really like caramel. I’ll try all of it. I’ll put the caramel on your cock and the whipped cream on you arse. We can use the chocolate for your nipples. If you’re nice, I’ll try to get that banana up your arse; but you’re braver than I am if you go for the cucumber.
I do NOT want to shag in the middle of Diagon Alley, and you know it (unless you’re trying to give me a heart attack, in which case you’ve already succeeded.) I kind of would like to try it in the woods or at the beach or someplace like that. Maybe a deserted park. I’m a little nervous about strangers at Eros watching me. (But a little excited too.) It’s confusing.
I’m trying to practice telling you what I’ve thought about doing with another witch. I’m having trouble saying it to the empty room. How am I ever going to do it in real life?
Bloody hell, yes, I want to be your anal angel. I don’t need wings or leather, just your cock. This man you’re going to talk to, he’s not a sadist, is he? I'm scared about whether I’ll be able to take it or not. Just having you in my pussy is pretty intense. I don’t want to rupture anything. I’m touching my bum thinking about it right now. The idea turns me on, but I don’t want it to hurt.
I thought about your offer with Draco last night. I don’t really want to hit him, but I do want to watch. You’re right, it did turn me on. I want to make him feel better when it’s over too. Have you told him that he’ll have to feel everything himself? He’s not going to like that. I’ll be surprised if he wants to go through with it. But if he agrees, I’ll be your target. As long as you promise I won’t get too injured. I don’t want to be bruised (or worse) when I didn’t do anything wrong.
I did what you wanted last night. I had already come twice before I got your letter, so I only came one more time. I used my pillow. This morning I used the armchair in the sitting room while my parents were at the store. It took a while, but I finally came (while reading your letters—I think I have them memorized now). Tonight I’ll try the edge of my bed and maybe the faucet in the tub. If that doesn't work, I’ll straddle the edge of the tub. I didn’t come in my sleep last night. Maybe I’ll get lucky tonight.
I miss you so so so much. It’s making my stomach hurt. Sometimes I just want to go to sleep so I can see you in my dreams. I swear every time I wear your talisman to bed, I have better dreams about you (definitely no nightmares, lots more orgasms). Are you dreaming about me? I’m sure you’re not. You’re probably just as in control in your dreams as you are in real life. I feel like I’m whining, so I’ll shut up about it.
Two more days,
HG
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Pet,
You are the first thing I think about in the morning when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep. I beg my brain to dream of you instead of the nightmares that have plagued me for the past twenty years. On good nights you rescue me from the dark. The longer we’re apart, the more the nightmares are returning. Maybe you need to make me a talisman.
Or maybe you are my talisman.
I don’t care if we’re here at Spinner’s End or at Grimmauld Place, I am sleeping in the same bed with you Friday night. All night. And we’re not getting up until morning. Nobody is sneaking out at dawn. I can’t sleep without your body pressed against me and your insane hair tickling my face. So either tell Potter and Weasley that you’re not coming home that night or not to disturb us. I don’t care which. So long as by ten o’clock you’re naked in my hands, we could be in Piccadilly Circus for all I care.
I’m getting calluses on my palms.
Severus
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Oh, thank Merlin. I thought I was being desperate. I’ll be at Grimmauld Place tomorrow at one. Come as soon as you can. I’ll unpack later.
Need you too,
Hermione
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The Knight Bus dropped her off down the road from Grimmauld Place. She didn’t want to be too obvious about where she was going. Hefting her bag strap up on her shoulder, she carried her box (filled with about a hundred smaller shrunken boxes) toward Harry’s (and her) new residence. I wonder how long until Severus shows up. I’ll get my room set up and catch up with the boys until he gets here. I should eat too. The buildings shifted, and the door to number twelve popped into view. Walking up to it, she started to shift her things around so she could knock.
The door creaked open before she could get there, and Harry and Ron were grinning out at her. “Hermione!”
She grinned back. “You’re both here!”
Harry reached out to take the box from her. “Let me get that.”
She handed it over and stepped into the entryway, where Ron took the bag from her shoulder.
“Is this all you brought?” Ron asked with a confused smile.
“I shrank everything to fit in the box,” she explained.
Harry had a wicked smirk on his face that could have rivaled Malfoy’s. “Someone’s here to see you,” he said, pointing toward the library.
Hermione turned to see Severus leaning against the doorframe, silently watching her arrival. There was only a second where she paused, convinced her eyes were playing tricks on her, then she was practically running to him. Burying her nose in his white shirt, she inhaled, reveling in the smell of him, her arms squeezing him around the waist as tightly as she could.
“Oh my God,” she muttered.
Severus pressed his nose to her hair and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She was hugging him so hard he thought she was going to crack a rib. He didn’t mind. Her hair smelled like oranges and sunshine; his head was clearing for the first time in days. She pulled her face from his chest and smiled up at him. It felt as if his stomach were trying to squeeze into the cavity where his heart used to rest, but that was okay since his heart was currently somewhere near his larynx.
“Kissmekissmekissme,” she whispered in an excited breath.
He hoped Potter and Weasley were as okay with things as she’d said. Snape pressed his lips to hers. She melted against him, her tongue pressing right past his lips with no attempt to tease him. It was more than welcome, he couldn’t get close enough to her. After a breathless minute, one of the boys cleared his throat, and they came up for air.
Harry grinned. “So, Hermione, it’s good to see you.”
She smiled at Severus. “Just give me a minute.”
Turning back to Harry and Ron, she went to them and hugged them both at the same time. They seemed slightly taken aback, stumbling into her then hugging her in return. Hermione kissed them each on the cheek. “I’m really glad to be here, and I missed you both so much. I promise I’ll spend time with you, and I want to hear everything that’s happened since school ended; but right now, I have to be with Severus. I’m sorry. No wait, I’m not sorry at all; it’s just the way it is. If seeing us upsets you, I understand. We can go to his house. But if I go, I’m staying there all night. If he stays, he’s staying here all night. Do you want me to go or stay?”
Harry and Ron both looked at each other then at Snape then back to Hermione. Harry checked Ron’s opinion with a pointed glance, and Ron nodded. They both wanted her to stay where they could be sure she was all right. Harry answered, “We want you to stay.”
Hermione smiled brightly and hugged them again. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“You will put up a Sound Shield, won’t you?” Ron asked in a queasy whisper.
Hermione laughed. “Definitely. Which room is mine?”
Harry looked up. “We thought you’d want the one you and Ginny shared before since it’s closest to the bathroom. But you can take any one you want. Ron and I have been using Sirius and Regulus’s old rooms.”
She smirked at Harry. “You should Floo the Burrow and say that I want Ginny to come help me unpack and set up my room.”
It took Harry a second, but then a slow smile spread over his face. “It’s worth a try.”
She went back to Severus and grabbed his hand. “Come see my room.”
Potter and Weasley glared at him as he followed her up the stairs. Severus had an urge to give them a suggestive smirk but decided to play nice for the time being. He kept his eyes on her denim-covered bum until they got to her floor.
“Oi,” Ron called up. “What should we do with your stuff?”
“Just leave it. I’ll get it later."
“Lupin and Tonks are bringing Teddy over later,” Harry shouted.
Hermione leaned over the banister and looked down at him. “If I don’t see them, tell them I said hi.”
“Should I tell them who you’re with?” he asked with a cheeky grin.
Hermione looked at Severus. He gave her a shrug. “Say whatever you like,” she called down.
“Okay,” Harry answered.
Hermione pushed Snape into the room and fell back against the door. Immediately, he was leaning into her, kissing her slowly, licking her mouth as if he were memorizing her flavor. Moaning, she kissed him back. It had been too long. She never wanted to spend time apart from him again. She felt like a starving person who’d had a buffet set before them; she couldn’t get enough.
She had his shirt unbuttoned before he even realized she'd started undressing him; Snape groaned when she got it open and ran her bare hands up his chest. Her ability to tease his nipples while appearing to innocently pet his chest drove him crazy. He’d been able to restrain himself downstairs, but now that they were alone, and she was undressing him, his trousers seemed to be shrinking.
Pulling his lips from hers, he panted, “Arms up.”
She lifted her arms, and he pulled off her t-shirt. I know that bra. It was simple. Thin and slick. But it was so easy to see the hard outline of her nipples through. He grazed one pointy peak with his fingertips. She sighed and arched into him. Giving it a light pinch, he ground his pelvis into her belly. “I want you naked.”
She nodded happily and started to reach back to unhook her bra.
“No,” he said, stopping her. “I want to do it.”
Hermione smiled and slowly turned around, keeping her body in contact with his erection as she turned to face the door. She pulled her hair to one side so he could see her bra catch.
Snape growled low in his throat and grabbed her gyrating backside before sliding up to unhook her bra. His hands followed the parting material and snaked around to her breasts, palming them, feeling her sharp nipples score his skin. He bent to her neck and nibbled the side of her throat as her hands scrabbled at the door.
“Oh gods,” she whined, trying to reach behind her and grope his hard-on.
Snape unzipped her jeans, and she wiggled her hips to help him get them down. He left them around her knees, stroking her bare thighs before cupping her pussy through her knickers. With a loud groan, she bucked into his hand.
Severus could feel the heat from her pussy through the thin cotton. It warmed his fingers as he traced the line of her sex. Her hand was behind her, grabbing his cock through his trousers. It was only making the ache worse. Pushing away her nimble fingers, he spun her around by the hips. She was hobbled by her jeans, but she didn’t seem to notice as he pushed her back against the door and kissed her.
Hermione could reach his fly easily now; she unzipped his trousers as he sucked her tongue. Her hand delved inside, running over his boxers, feeling his hard length jabbing at his shorts. Her fingers pushed past the elastic at the top and followed the trail of hair to his stiff cock, She gripped him firmly in her fist.
He moaned into her mouth and used one hand to get his boxers and trousers down his hips. “Kick off your jeans,” he muttered.
“My shoes are in the way.”
He huffed out a frustrated growl, waiting for her to struggle out of her sandals and denim. When she finally kicked them aside, he didn’t give her a second’s rest. Copying her move, he slipped his hand down the front of her knickers, grazing her slit with his middle finger. Silken honey dripped over his digit as he prodded her entrance. She moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him against her. His other hand went down the back of her knickers to knead one soft bum cheek. Her hips jerked forward, begging his fingers to penetrate her. That was a job he intended to save for his cock.
Hermione whimpered as the hand on her backside traced her crack. Her hips couldn’t decide whether to curl up and make him finger her pussy, or arch back so he would touch her arsehole.
Snape couldn’t take any more. He tore down her knickers with both hands, barely giving her the chance to kick them off before he grabbed a cheek in both hands and picked her up. She let out a muffled squeal and wrapped her naked legs around his hips, her arms tightening around his shoulders. He propped her up against the door and reached between them with one hand. Her pussy was like molten satin as he ran his tip through her folds. He put his leaking knob to her entrance and held her eye as he began to sink inside.
Her head rolled back against the door, but she never looked away, watching his face the whole time. Her pussy had been given time to heal, and he guessed she hadn’t had more than two fingers in there since he’d seen her last. It felt insanely tight; Severus went as slowly as possible to give her time to stretch. She moaned his name as her pussy settled around him. It didn’t go as slowly as he planned; soon he was buried inside her, her warmth covering him like a glove. Snape sighed in relief. It was the first time he’d been calm since school ended.
Hermione watched his face go slack. The irritation in his eye vanished in a blink. She smiled softly at him. “Feel better?”
He leaned into her, resting his forehead against hers, and nodded.
“Me too.”
They heard footsteps out on the stairs, then Harry saying, “Not to interrupt, but we can hear everything, and Ron’s about ready to tear his ears off.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide, and her hand clapped over her mouth. Bugger. “Sorry. Just forgot. Fixing it right now.” Severus was smirking at her, and she slapped his shoulder.
“Get your wand,” she whispered.
“I’ve got it,” he said, pulling out and thrusting back in.
Hermione bit back a moan. “Severus."
“What?”
“I promised to put up a Sound Shield.”
He smirked. “I didn’t.”
Hermione slapped his chest. “They are being very understanding about this. Please be nice.”
Snape sighed and summoned her wand. She gave him a funny look as she caught it. “I’ve got my hands full,” he explained.
Hermione grinned at him and shielded the door (and then the walls for good measure).
Severus shook his head. It would muffle the sound, but she hadn’t done the floors or ceiling; if they were loud enough, they could still be heard. He had no intention of telling her.
She dropped her wand onto her pile of clothes and leaned back against the door, her hands anchored around his neck. “Fuck me, Severus. I need you.”
His mouth curled into a grin. Damn. Wish they’d heard that. He pulled her cheeks apart and slowly withdrew. Her eyes rolled back as he pushed in again. He’d been in such a hurry before, and suddenly, he just wanted to stay inside her forever. Severus went slowly, dragging out every movement, savoring her sighs. She was beautiful, her face alternating between need and bliss. Wanting to relax, he carried her over to a hideously upholstered wingback chair and sat down. Her knees settled next to his hips, and he let go of her arse so he could shove down his trousers.
Hermione stroked his chest while she waited for him to get off his shoes and untangle himself from his trousers. His dick kept sliding around inside her as he moved; she rolled her hips against him to help get it deeper.
Severus sighed once he was finally free. Being totally naked with her on top of him was something he wanted to savor. She was so soft; her skin felt like flower petals. He stroked her hips and thighs as she started to grind against him. “I missed this, pet.”
“I missed you so much.” She leaned in and kissed him. “You smell so bloody good. I want to lick you all over.”
He smirked. “Later, love.”
Her hips rolled into him. “We’ve never done this in the middle of the afternoon before.”
His eyebrow arched. “Having second thoughts in the harsh light of day?”
Hermione grinned. “Hardly. But it is making me want to shag in the sunshine.”
Snape chuckled silently and rolled one pink nipple between his fingers. “I got that impression from your letters. Malfoy suggested we use their vacation house in the Maldives. Would you like me to fuck you on the beach, love?”
She moaned and arched into his fingers, never stopping her slow ride, loving the stretch of his cock inside her. “Sand gets everywhere."
Chuckling, he switched to her other nipple. “I’ll have to fuck you clean in the ocean then.”
Hermione gave him a small smile, too wrapped up in the feel of him to talk for a minute. “When you say Malfoy, do you mean Draco or Lucius?”
“Draco. Lucius was out of the room at the time.” He grunted as she lifted and lowered more forcefully. “Lucius is unaware of our arrangement.”
She nodded distractedly as he pulled her tit. “You’re making my pussy leak.”
Severus kissed her throat, sliding one hand down to her muff. She jumped when he grazed her swollen nub, and he smiled into her skin, enjoying her reaction. “Have you been keeping your hands off your pussy like I asked?”
“Yes, sir." She tried to curl her back so his hand would have more access to her clit.
He bit her pulse then soothed it with his tongue. “Lean back for me. Don’t stop riding my cock.”
She huffed once, not wanting his mouth to leave her neck, then leaned back and put her hands on his knees for support. His finger traced over her belly button then dipped down to her pubic hair before circling her hip bone.
“Mm!” She squirmed at the tickle. “Please touch me, sir.”
“I am touching you.”
Hermione slammed her pussy down on his cock, proud of the grunt she got from him. “I mean my clit, sir. Please touch my clit.”
He narrowed his eyes and watched her face as he trailed back down to her muff. When his finger brushed over the engorged nub poking between her lips, she moaned and rode him faster.
“Have you come yet today?"
“No, sir.”
“Good girl. Tell me what you came on yesterday.”
She could barely think with his finger teasing her like that. “Um . . . a book, the tub, and a teddy bear.”
He couldn’t keep a straight face at her confession. “How does one comfortably fuck a book?”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. “It was on my desk; I just moved it to the edge and leaned against it.”
“I guess the rumor mill gets one right every now and then,” he said with a sly grin.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means the entire school already thinks your bibliophilia has taken a pornographic turn, and you’ve just proven them right.”
Hermione blushed. “Nobody thinks I’m having sex with books.”
“Really? Why don’t you go down and ask your friends if they’ve ever heard any rumors?”
She stopped moving. “I only did it because you told me to.”
Snape laughed. “That was your choice, love. I never suggested humping your library.” He lifted her hips, nodding at her to continue. When she did, he went back to circling her clit. “Don’t get me wrong, the mental picture is turning me on. Did your experiment with the faucet go as planned?”
Hermione nodded. “Sort of. It was cold, which was better than expected. But the angle was weird. I gave up and just used the side of the tub.”
“And the teddy bear? How did you do that?”
She blushed and bit her lip. “I sat on him.”
Severus found that very amusing and didn’t try to hide it. “A lucky bear indeed. Tell me how you did it.”
Hermione sat up a little so she could move her hips more. “I took off my jeans and panties and put him on the chair by my desk. Then I just sort of sat down and leaned forward until his face was rubbing my clit. He was very soft,” she said, as if that explained her actions logically.
Severus tipped back his head and laughed. “Oh God, love. What a way to besmirch a childhood memory.”
Hermione gave him a sheepish smile. “He was not a childhood memory. He was a gift from Viktor.”
It took Snape second to figure out who Viktor was. “Krum?”
“Yes.”
“You humped a bear that another wizard gave you?”
“It was expendable,” she shot back. “I didn’t want to ruin any of my stuffed animals that I had when I was little.”
That seemed to mollify him. He went back to stroking her clit. “I hope you burned it when you were through.”
“Don’t be ridiculous; I just cleaned him off and put him back in the closet. You’re not seriously jealous of a stuffed bit of fluff, are you?”
“I just don’t want you thinking about another man while you’re getting off.”
“I wasn’t thinking about another man. I was thinking about you.”
“What were you thinking?”
She blushed bright red. “I was thinking, or wondering rather, what it would feel like if you covered that bench you showed me in fur.”
He started to laugh again. “Sensualist.”
“It was very soft,” she repeated firmly.
“So you’ve said. I could probably borrow a fur coat from the Malfoys. I’ll put it on and you can re-enact your defilement of poor Teddy.”
She smacked his chest. “Shush.”
Severus caught her wrist. “That’s the third time you've hit me today.”
Her body went still. “I didn’t mean it.”
He nodded. “Tomorrow we’ll go to my house and I’ll remind you of your manners.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide. “I’m really sorry. Please don’t hurt me. I just want to be with you as much as possible. I . . . I don’t want Harry and Ron to suspect anything.”
“Suspect anything?”
“I mean, it’s going to look strange if I can't sit down in my own house.”
“You should have thought of that before the slap.”
Her face pinched with worry. “I just don’t want it right now. I want you to fuck me and lick me and bugger me. I want to enjoy it, not have my bum aching the whole time.”
Snape gave her a warning look. “I think you’ve forgotten what you need most, little girl. You'd better be careful.”
“I know what I need most. I need you.”
His eyes darkened. “And you’re going to get me. Stand up.”
“Severus, please, no. I’m sorry.”
“Get your arse up and turn around. Now.”
Hermione’s brows knitted together as she slowly lifted her hips. She felt so empty without him. It made her stomach churn. Standing, she faced the bed. Snape’s hand cracked against her bum with surprising force. She gasped and pulled away.
“Go stand in the corner while I think.”
Hermione sighed and looked around for an accessible corner. The one to the right of the door seemed the best choice. She walked around the chair and waited.
“Nose in the corner,” he said, not moving.
He can’t even see me. How does he know? Hermione put her nose against the wall and suddenly felt very foolish. The handprint on her bum was tingling hot, and anger started to ball in her belly. Am I not allowed to have a say in this? Why do we always do what he wants? She simmered for several minutes before the other voice in her head started its arguments.
Since when do you not want him to punish you?
Since I haven’t seen him in two weeks and just want him to fuck me senseless.
You probably shouldn’t have slapped him so hard then.
It wasn’t that hard!
Then why was your hand tingling?
Bugger. I did apologize.
I’m sure he appreciated that, but you should have just accepted the consequences without argument.
Bah! Shut up, you. My bum is finally healed, and you want him to mark it up again.
You want him to mark it again too.
No, I don’t. I want to kiss him and hold on to him while he fucks the daylights out of me.
You should have kissed him instead of slapping him then. Severus seems like the kind of person who needs more kisses and less slaps in his life.
Well, great! Way to make me feel guilty.
She had to have been standing there for at least fifteen minutes. Hermione hadn’t heard him move once. How can he stay so damn still? What could he possibly be thinking about for that long?
He’s probably wondering if you’re worth the hassle.
Dammit, don’t say that. He cares. His last letter almost made me cry. Fuck!
“Severus?” she whispered.
“Yes?”
He didn’t sound cross. If anything, he sounded sad. Tears pricked the back of her eyes, and she blinked hard to restrain them. It didn’t work. Her eyes were burning; a tear coursed down her cheek.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Her face crumpled; she tried not to make a sound. Hermione heard him approach. His voice was right behind her ear when he spoke.
“I know. I’m sorry too. I should have thought about what you needed first. I wasn’t thinking clearly earlier. I apologize.”
Hermione sniffed her running nose. “O-okay, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Severus smiled at her confusion. All he wanted to do was calm her, but he needed to wait until the time was right. His hand was clenched in a fist to keep from stroking her back. “You were right about needing me, but you need a very specific part of me to be happy. Do you know what that is?”
“Your cock?”
He had to physically wipe the smile off his lips before he spoke so she wouldn’t hear it in his voice. “No. Why did you come to me all those months ago? What was the first thing you asked of me?”
“To spank me.”
“Yes, and do you know why you liked it so much?”
“Um . . .” She sniffed again. “Lots of reasons.”
“MmHm. But one reason had the biggest effect on you. The same theme runs through every fantasy you have, one simple thing that calms you down and gets you wet every time, even when you don’t want to get wet. Do you know what that one thing is?”
“Yes,” she said, suddenly understanding.
“What is it?”
“You being in charge.”
He nodded. “That’s right. It’s your loss of control that has that effect on you. Even when the pain makes you scream, your surrender is a comfort. You are no longer responsible; someone else is calling the shots. Do you know why you like that so much?”
“No.”
“Because every other part of your life is planned to the nth degree. You work hard, and success is the only option you give yourself. You are so in control of every aspect of your day that you are dying for someone to take the reins so you can let go. And sex is the perfect outlet for that. There is freedom in your submission.
“Now, you are force to be reckoned with, Miss Granger. I love that you have a mind and aren’t afraid to use it. I love that you don’t back down to arrogance and evil. I love that you fight for what you believe in. But just as there’s a part of you that wants to submit, there’s a part of me that wants to dominate. I desire your surrender. I want you begging me to control you. I like to push your limits and see your face burn with embarrassment.
“Watching your arse turn red is the very embodiment of that feeling. Your craving for humiliation is matched only by my desire to fulfill it. Causing you pain is not the source of my pleasure. It is your willingness to accept it and beg me for more. Furthermore, I could fuck anybody and get off, just like you can get off with inanimate objects and schoolboys like Draco. It isn’t the outcome that keeps me coming back to you, it is the process.
“When you moan and buck under my tongue, you are under my control. When you beg me to bugger you, you are begging for my command. Even when you’re on top, riding my cock, you are doing so because it pleases me. I am telling you all this because it seems that even after all this time, you do not understand what it is you need from me. You think it’s the sex, which I agree is outstanding, but it is secondary to that first, basic need.”
Hermione was quiet. She’d stopped crying and was staring blankly at her feet. It felt as though he’d just cross sectioned her brain and laid all her thoughts out for dissection. She didn’t know what to think.
“Our needs fit well together, Miss Granger. I need this as much as you do. I will discipline you, and you will accept it because it is what you need. You want to be punished because it is the one time you can put your anguish on display. It can’t eat at you if it’s been made evident on your flesh. Anyone can say they’re sorry, but you know that nothing cleanses your conscience like a sore bottom. Now, I want you to think about all that for as long as you need to. When you’re ready, I’ll be in the chair. Come and tell me what you need.”
Hermione heard the floor creak as he walked back to the chair. Thinking about it wasn’t necessary. He’d described her perfectly. He knew everything about her, even things she didn’t know. The only thing keeping her in the corner was that she was too raw. It felt as though she’d been hacked to bits, and she didn’t know if she could take a spanking while so exposed. Nothing had happened yet, and already she was drained. The tears started again, except now they were more emotional exhaustion than guilt.
Snape heard her shaky breathing start again and winced. Crying was a release, and he didn’t usually mind it when she cried from a punishment; she needed that release. Physical pain was emotional. But listening to her cry alone in the corner because of what he’d said was different. Getting out guilt was one thing, but having your innermost desires picked apart was another. It was one of the reasons he didn’t like people poking around in his head.
Hermione cried until she didn’t have anything left then she wiped her cheeks and sniffed hard. She wished she had a tissue or something; her face was a mess. The back of her hand would have to do. Taking a deep breath, she walked to the side of the chair to see him. He was sitting quietly, staring straight ahead, still naked. His cock had gone limp, and she felt bad that his balls were going to be blue. She wanted to climb in his lap and hug him—make him hug her. Later. “Sir?”
“Yes?” he said, staring at the strange pattern on the quilt folded at the end of her bed.
“I . . . I . . . ” She hadn’t thought about what to say. “I need to be punished.”
He sighed in relief. There was always the chance that she would run from the knowledge—run from what he knew. “Can you tell me why?”
“Because I tried to take control, and I want you to take it back.”
Severus looked at her. He didn’t know a single sentence could turn him on and crack open his heart at the same time. “Very good. Are you ready now, or do you need a minute?”
She took a deep breath. “I’m ready, sir.”
Snape nodded and moved to the edge of the seat. “Get over my knee.”
Hermione felt as if she were in a dream as she pressed against his lap. Crying had left her disoriented, and the floor didn’t seem entirely stable when she put her hands on it.
“I think ten for the slap and ten for the arguing sounds fair. They’re going to be hard. You knew better and ignored my warnings. You don’t need to count, but I expect a thank you when it’s over.”
He inspected her bum before starting. There were only light, thin lines, almost invisible, left from the end of school. (And the handprint. But that would be faded tomorrow, along with most of what he did that day.)
The first sharp slap snapped her out of her dream. It was very real. The next three were equally real and made her squeeze her eyes shut. It was hard to stay quiet, but she did her best. OW! Ow! OW! Fuck! Ow! God! Owwwww! By the time he got to ten, she was crying again. Once the tears came, she was shouting out with every slap, her fingers digging into his calf, trying to hold still.
When he finished, she slowly slumped over his knee, shaking. Snape rubbed her burning skin until she calmed down enough to get up. She stumbled around, trying to find her feet, and he stood, wrapping his arms around her, holding her tight until she seemed less wobbly. Tilting up her chin, he looked in her eyes. “You did very well, pet. I didn’t expect you to stay quiet.”
“Thank you for the spanking, sir.”
He smiled, assuming she’d forgotten. “Good girl. Do you want to get on the bed so I can rub your bum some more?”
“Will you hug me first?” she whispered.
Oh God, pet. He winced and pulled her back in. She curled into his chest as if trying to disappear. Snape stroked her head and held her tighter. “Of course I will. Your punishment is over. You’re forgiven.” Her arms went around his back, and she weakly hugged him in return.
“You'd better hug me tighter than that so I know you’re all right,” he murmured.
Hermione smiled and squeezed him tighter. She was starting to calm down. In fact, she was starting to feel very nice indeed: clean and calm, the way she usually felt after he spanked her. He didn’t let go of her for a long time. She felt content and warm against his chest. The slow thump of his heart was relaxing.
“Are you ready to show me your arse, pet?”
Hermione nodded. He took her to the bed, and she climbed up, stretching out on her stomach. He lay down on his side next to her, and she turned to watch him. His eyes were black pools; they followed the path of his hand as he stroked her back, then lower, running his fingers over her bum. She sighed. The blanket felt blessedly cool under her, and she realized how hot she was. When he went lower, skimming along the backs of her thighs, she let out a ragged breath. Spreading her legs, she silently begged him to do the same to more concealed areas.
Severus smirked at her wanton display. “Is your pussy ready to play, pet?”
"Yes, sir.”
His fingers ghosted over her nether lips. “Mmm. I thought you might need my tongue, but it seems you’re ready to go.”
She twisted a little and ran her hand down his chest. “Tell me what to do.”
His eyes flared into lit coals. “How do you feel?”
“High.”
His lips twitched. “Get my cock hard.”
She nodded and started to scoot down. He pushed his way higher, rolling onto his back so she could put her arse in the air without rubbing it on the bed. Her mouth inched closer to his dick. When her lips lightly kissed the underside of his head, he grunted appreciatively.
Hermione moved lower, kissing a trail down the back of his cock until she got to his sac. Her lips skimmed down one side. Meeting his eyes, she let her tongue creep out, hovering over his cock as if deciding whether she should lick him or not.
When she breathed over the tip, his dick swelled noticeably. It must have been the reaction she was waiting for, because she smiled and let her tongue touch down. He’d forgotten how soft her mouth was. His erection kept growing, voicing its hearty appreciation.

Hermione tapped his frenulum a few times and watched his length solidify to marble. When he started to reach for his cock, she slipped her fingers through his, holding his hand so he couldn’t touch her prize. That is mine.
Severus smirked and let her continue. Her tongue bounced his hard-on between her mouth and his stomach. She squeezed his hand and caught the tip of his dick between her lips when it jumped for her. A groan of relief sighed from his chest. Her tongue took no time off, lapping and dancing around his head as she slowly bobbed up and down his length. Her free hand went down to his balls, but she didn't stay to play. She was on his perineum like a dog on a squirrel. She played him until his arsehole was screaming for her attention.
“Lower, love. You know what I want.”
She released him and stuck her finger between her lips to get it wet. Opening his legs wider, Snape bent one knee, grunting as she spread his cheeks with her thumb and middle finger and lightly touched his hole. She tapped him a few times, watching his face. Then her finger pushed past the resistance of his muscles and entered his body.
“Fuck,” he breathed again. “Don’t make me come. I want to fuck you.”
Hermione nodded with a smile. While her finger prodded his prostate, her tongue teased his heated head. She licked his twitching length until he pushed her away.
“Stop, love. That’s enough.”
With a smile, she slowly pulled out her finger. Severus reached down and caught her wrist, summoning his own wand so he could clean her hand. “That was very good, love. Are you ready to come?”
Hermione gave him an emphatic nod. “Yes, sir.”
He shoved his wand under the pillow so he could find it later. “Get on your back.”
She rolled over. Snape grabbed her ankles and pushed back her feet. He spread her legs just wide enough to let his cock rest against her pussy. Leaning forward so her feet were over his shoulders, he pressed his heavy length to her clit.
Hermione let out a small cry as he started to thrust between her thighs, rubbing her sex with the back of his dick. It was a lot like when she rubbed herself against various things in her room . . . but so much better.
“You're ready to come, aren’t you?” he whispered.
“Yes, sir.”
“I want you to come right now. Do you understand me? Move your hips and show me how you’ve been rubbing your wet little pussy against everything in your house.”
She nodded and started to buck against him. It seemed to take no time at all; she was coming in less than a minute. “Severus!”
“Yessss,” he hissed down at her. “You have been practicing, haven’t you?”
Just as she started to come down, his bulging head pressed to her opening and eased inside. The invasion made her muscles jump, and her orgasm drew out until he was completely buried inside her.
“I want to hear you say you want my cock. Tell me how it feels, love.”
Hermione could barely breathe, let alone talk. “Yes. I want your cock. I love it. I’m so full.”
The corner of his mouth curled. “Wrap your legs around me." He let go of her thighs and pressed his chest to hers. “Don’t get comfortable. I want you on your knees in a minute. We’re going to christen this bed properly with your juice. I can’t sleep if it doesn’t reek of your pussy in here.”
Her blush was beautiful, and Severus pressed close, kissing her to make sure she knew it. Before long, she was moaning in his mouth and drawing him closer. Her nails scraped over his back.
He lifted his head and made her look in his eyes. “Who’s my good girl?”
“Me,” she whispered back. His smile made her pussy clench.
“And who makes me harder than a marble cauldron?” he purred, kissing his way back to her ear.
“Me?”
“Obviously. Who’s going to beg me to fuck her arse tonight?”
She was sure that time. “Me.”
His chuckle tickled her ear.
"Whom do I want in my bed every night?”
“Me.” I hope.
He nipped her earlobe. “And who makes me happiest?
Oh God! I love you so much. And how does he always say something without actually saying it? “Me.”
“You are a very smart witch. Shall I go on?”
Hermione smiled and bit his shoulder to muffle her moan. His cock felt amazing inside her, and his eyes burned into her like x-rays. If he kept talking like that, her heart and pussy were going to melt into a giant pile of goo. “Yes.”
He smirked and fucked her harder. “Who creams her knickers every time I whisper in her ear?”
“Me.”
“MmmHm. Who’s going to squirt all over this bed in a few minutes?”
She grinned. “Me.”
“I was hoping it wasn’t me. Who looks like a goddess when she puts my collar around her neck?”
Hermione shivered. “Me.”
“Who loves bending over my knee every time she’s naughty?”
Her eyes closed. “Me.”
“Whose pussy gets soaked every time her bum gets smacked?”
“Mine.”
“Who can’t decide if she wants to kiss my dick like an angel or suck it like a demon?”
Hermione laughed at the ceiling, holding him tighter. “Me.”
“Whose pussy tastes like honey and gets wetter than the North Sea when I lick it?”
“Mine.”
“You’re very good at this game,” he commented, nibbling her neck. “How about this one, who wants me to tie her legs apart and fill her bum with water?”
Her eyes popped wide, but she answered in a quiet voice, “Me.”
“I thought so. Who’s going to be a good girl and hold it while I paddle her?”
Sweet Circe. “Me.”
“Who begs to feel my belt across her backside?”
“Me.”
Who tells me she loves me when she’s high on sleeping potion and falling asleep in my bed? “Who’s the only person who has ever said she missed me?"
“Oh God, Severus. Me?” That’s so bloody sad.
“Whose smile makes me forget how miserable I am?”
Hermione hugged him as hard as she could. “Please stop. You’re going to make me cry again.”
He slowed down and kissed her neck. “Who tries to take care of me even though I push her away and curse at her?”
“Me. I won’t stop.” A warm chuckle breezed over her neck.
“I know. Who looks at me as though I’m the only wizard in the world?”
“Me.”
“Who is the only person I care anything about and would kill to protect?”
She blinked hard to stop the prickling in her eyes. “Me?”
He pulled back and looked in her eyes, his hips slowly rocking against her clit. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
Hermione racked her brain to figure out what she was supposed to say. “Tell you?”
“I heard what you said that night.” If her eyes got any wider her eyeballs were going to fall out. Severus tried not to laugh as the horror dawned on her features. He kissed her once then ran his lips over to her ear. “Who hears you saying it over and over every night when he can’t sleep?”
OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod. She was definitely going to start crying. “Severus,” her voice caught, and she had to swallow and blink like a maniac to hold back the tears.
Who thinks about saying it back, but doesn’t know if he can?
Her arms locked around his neck, her lips touching his ear. “I was worried it would scare you away. I meant it, Severus. I love you. Please, don’t say it back right now. I don’t need you to say it. And if doesn’t freak you out, I’ll say it every day.”
“It doesn’t freak me out,” he said with a small smirk.
She kissed his ear. “In that case, one more time, I love you. I won’t overdo it on the first day.”
He nodded. “I’m set for a while now.”
Hermione smiled, pushing his hair out of the way so she could reach his neck. Her tongue sought out the spot he liked best, teasing him with her teeth before marking him with her mouth. He grunted in her ear and started moving faster.
“I want to fuck you hard, love. Turn over. I know how much you fancy having your arse in the air.”
He gently pulled out, and Hermione twisted around and got into place, arching her back hard so he could see her pussy.
“Merlin, yes. That’s my girl.” He pushed his cock to her creamy entrance and eased back inside. “How’s that feel?” he murmured, pulling her hips back to meet him.
His dick felt perfect. “Unhhhh!”
A smirk lit his face. “I’ve barely begun, pet. We’ve got all day for you to sound like that.”
His hips gradually sped up; after five minutes, Hermione couldn’t keep quiet. Her bum was beaming with heat, and his balls were bouncing off her clit like a bell clapper. There was a steady wail coming from her that only stopped when she had to take in more air.
Severus wished that he had come earlier. He wanted to fuck her for hours, but after two weeks of his hand, he wasn’t sure that was possible. She felt too good. Even the feel of her soft hips was marvelous. “God, I missed that sound, love. Listen to that pussy. You’re going to soak the bed for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir!”
She was starting to sound desperate. He went faster, hitting all the spots that made her shout. If she came soon, he could hold out then slow down again and go a bit longer. “I can feel you starting to tense, love. You’re right on the edge. Don’t hold back.”
He reached around her and brushed over her clit until he felt her pussy pushing him out.
“SEVERUS!”
He let her expel him so he could watch, reaching between her legs to keep the pressure on her clit. Clear liquid spilled out of her like a leaky pipe. The first two pulses were hard, and she made a pained noise with each one. The rest trickled out in a slow stream, dripping off his hand and soaking into the quilt. As soon as it started to slow, he pushed back inside.
“Aah!” Her hands tore at the bed. “Severus!”
She sounded overwhelmed. Snape thought she wasn’t done, and he was right. In less than a minute the sloshing sound was back. “Once more,” he growled. “The bed’s not wet enough.”
She gave him a tired but excited whine, rocking back on him. He smiled and slapped one hand across the top of her arse before grabbing her hips again. “That’s my girl. Show me how much you like my cock.”
Hermione’s belly went rigid; the rolling in her pelvis started again. It felt as if she had to wee, but she knew she didn’t (and usually couldn’t until about ten minutes after they’d stopped). The pressure kept building, and more fluid slipped out around his cock. So close.
“You’re overflowing,” he said, grinning at her back, fucking her even harder. “Any second now.”
His commentary just made her want it more. Her legs shook with anticipation (or exhaustion . . . she wasn’t sure).
Snape didn’t have the breath to talk. I’m going to need a hip replacement after this. He fucked her as fast as he could; her muscles started to clench. When she wailed, the juice ran down his cock to drip off his balls. It was like fucking an angry garden hose. Her pussy did its best to squeeze him to death, but he gnashed his teeth and held on to her hips with all his strength, fighting his own climax.
She gasped as the contractions died. She felt wrung out. “Please let me rest.”
He smiled and slowed down. “Do you hear that?” he taunted. “Your pussy’s missed me.”
“Very much so,” she panted.
“Get on your back again; I want to watch your face.”
A tired smile crossed her lips as she flopped down and spread her legs for him. Her feet braced against his chest as he leaned over her.
With two pillows in hand, he sat back and nodded at her hips. “Lift up.”
Using him as leverage, she picked up he hips and let him prop her up. “Those are going to be your pillows,” she warned him.
Snape smirked. “Agreed.”
He leaned back and spread open her lips with his thumbs, inspecting her pussy. “Lovely. I’m going enjoy this.”
Circling his fingers around the base of his cock, he trapped in the blood and tapped his engorged head against her dripping folds.
Hermione blushed but smiled at him and spread her legs wider.
“You are such a good girl. I bet Potter and Weasley can hear this all the way downstairs.”
She blushed brighter and gave him a warning look. “They cannot.”
“MmHm,” he assured her, tapping harder. “They’re too thick to know what it means, but they can still hear you.”
“Severus, please be nice. They are being very hospitable. You weren’t exactly pleasant to them at school.”
He pushed the tip inside. “Tell me, do you think their hospitality would continue if they heard the crack of the paddle against your bum?”
Her eyes went wide. “Definitely not, and they’re not going to hear any such thing.”
“They’re going to find out about your predilection for punishment sooner or later.”
“No, they are not. My sex life is none of their business.”
He smirked and shrugged. “All right, calm down. I wasn’t going to tell them.”
“Good.”
“Do you think they’ll suspect something if I make you hang your paddle on the wall?”
“Severus! Please.”
“Okay, okay,” he said, chuckling softly. “But I have a nice wooden hairbrush for you to keep here. I expect you to leave it out on the dresser at all times.”
“Are you serious?”
“Quite.”
No one would be suspicious of a hairbrush. She was more concerned with how he planned to use it. “How much does it hurt?”
“That depends on how hard I swat you with it." He edged his way inside her.
She pulled back her knees and let them fall wide so he could lay against her and get even deeper. “Are you going to punish me with it or tease me with it?”
He laughed. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll make you like it. Cross me again and your bum will be bruised.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, stroking his face. There was a rough sliver of stubble where he’d missed shaving.
Severus lazily rocked inside her, kissing her neck to make her groan. “I want to go to my house tomorrow. Wear your new knickers, and we'll see how long you can keep them on.”
Hermione grinned and tickled the back of his neck. “I should spend some time with Harry and Ron. They are my best friends. I can’t just move in and treat Harry’s house like a love shack.”
His lips twitched. “Very well, the next day then. And you'd better tell them you’re sleeping over. They’re going to notice if you come home limping in the front door.”
“Bloody hell, Severus! What are you planning to do to me?”
He kissed her neck. “Nothing you won’t beg for.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m very sure. By the way, I got you two jars of caramel. I hope you have a sweet tooth Sunday.”
Hermione grinned. “I’m sure I will.”
He settled into her, languidly stroking in and out. Her jaw would occasionally drop, and she’d let out a needy sound; then his balls would start to tighten, and he'd have to stop. They went on like that for what felt like hours, but he was fairly certain was only thirty minutes or so. He had to keep stopping her whenever she’d start to suck his neck. He couldn’t maintain his composure with that kind of distraction.
Hermione felt as if she were floating in an insane asylum. He kept fucking and fucking; her pussy was going round in circles, trying to decide if it should come again or take a break. The pleasure would build to “almost” then fall back into hibernation. After fifteen minutes of that, she wasn’t making coherent sentences and gave up trying to talk him to orgasm. He didn’t seem to be listening anyway. He looked as mindless as she felt. Every once in a while, he’d snack on her neck or whisper in her ear, and she’d whimper pitifully as her pussy started another ascent.
Severus felt as though his dick had been worn smooth. Eroded. He was going to be oversensitive later, but for the time being, he didn’t care. He just didn’t want it to end. Her pussy kept twitching and sloshing around him. He didn’t know how many more of her random phases of excitement he could make it through. She’d been quiet and still for a while. Maybe she was worn out.
“How are you, love?” he muttered into her hair.
An inarticulate moan tumbled out of her.
He smirked, slowing down again. “I didn’t catch all that, but I’m glad to hear you’re still conscious.”
Her befuddled hands rubbed and patted his back as if they didn’t know what to do. She pulled him closer one minute and seemed to be trying to push him off the next. Her nails bit into him, making him hiss. When it started to feel as if he were being attacked by a couple of demented birds, he reached back and took her arms away one at a time and pinned them loosely next to her head. “Just relax. You don’t have to do anything.”
She heaved out tense breath, wiggling around under him. Stay still, he growled inwardly. I’m hanging on by a thread here. Having no more hands, he tried to use the weight of his body to smother her jittering. As soon as he got her movements muted, she started whimpering in his ear. It was like plugging one leak only to have another spout up further down the dam. And he was running out of fingers to plug it with. “Please stop, love. I can’t take much more.”
Hermione said his name, but it sounded horribly slurred and slightly mad. Just like my brain, she thought. His pelvic bone was right on her clit, and the room was spinning. Breathing normally was impossible. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and squeeze, but as soon as she tried, his fingers tightened around her wrists.
“Uh uh,” he tutted. “Stay still.”
Hermione arched back her neck and growled at the upside down headboard. The warm feel of his lips touched her collarbone. Her brain started to buzz back and forth like a manic humming bird, and she shut her eyes so the room wouldn’t rotate so much. “Fuck!”
It was the first comprehensible thing she’d said in twenty minutes. Severus nipped her ear and nuzzled her cheek. “I’m trying.”
Her whole body was trembling, and she felt sweat break out along her hairline. “Faster,” she whispered.
He groaned and sped up a bit. Too much. Going to lose it.
Her toes twitched involuntarily, and she felt something deep inside her start to pulse. The very core of her body was throbbing. Every part of her was shaking, but she was suddenly very still, her brain no longer pacing. The deepest orgasm she had ever felt rolled through her; she couldn’t breathe as she spasmed and shivered in its wake.
Snape felt her pussy go slick as she began to shudder uncontrollably beneath him. He sealed his lips on her neck and roared into her hot skin as his body fell under the spell of her release. The combination of her tremors and the long delay of gratification left him speechless. He was being torn apart and reassembled in a nonsensical fashion. Severus wondered if he’d be able to walk later; it seemed his legs were no longer attached.
Hermione was gasping and spinning back to earth. When she landed, she found herself in the bedroom at number twelve Grimmauld Place. It took a long few seconds to remember how she'd gotten there. Severus was doing a nice job of keeping her body from floating up to the ceiling. She was too hot, but she was extremely light, which was a strange way to feel. Like an ember in the fire.
He wasn’t pinning her anymore; she pulled her wrists out of his hands so she could touch him. Her arms slid underneath his, stroking his spine. He was sweaty and panting, but she didn’t mind the damp feel of his skin. He’d gotten in that state for her, and she was more than thankful.
“That was amazing, Severus,” she whispered to his ear.
Snape smirked into her neck. “You were shaking pretty hard. Are you all right?”
“More than all right,” she said with a blissful smile.
“I feel really old; I think I need a nap.”
A silent laugh shook her body. “You want me to rub your back?”
His head felt like lead as he picked it up to look at her. “You'd better not be just saying that.”
“I mean it. You want me to?”
“You’re not too tired?”
“I feel bloody amazing.”
A small smile lightened his face. “All right then.” He pulled out of her and sank down on the bed.
“I’ve got some lotion in my bag,” she said, rolling on her side and kissing his shoulder.
“No. Don’t leave.”
With a knowing grin, she kissed him again. Hermione got up on her knees and smoothed her hand over his arse a couple of times before straddling him. Starting at the bottom of his spine, she dug her thumbs into his muscles and rubbed out the lumpy spots as she found them. He moaned into the bed, slowly going slack under her hands.
Snape turned his face to one side so he could talk. “Are you ready to tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about?”
Hermione stopped for a second, looking at the exposed side of his face. “What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. Tell me what you’ve thought about doing with another witch.”
“Right now?”
“Would you prefer to wait until later when I can watch you squirm properly?”
“No, no. I’ll tell you now.”
“I thought so. Go ahead.”
“Um . . . well, I’ve mostly thought about girls I know, but I’m not really into one in particular or anything. I just sort of wonder what they’d look like naked. And then . . . sometimes . . . I’ve thought about kissing them. You know, is it different from kissing a boy, that sort of thing. Then I’ll see down someone else’s shirt, on accident I mean . . . and I wonder what it’s like to touch another girl. Does her skin feel like mine? What do her nipples look like? Does she like them touched the same way I do? I’ve had some pretty innocent fantasies where I touch and kiss another girl. Beyond that it’s mostly just curiosity. I want to see another witch’s pussy more than I want to touch it. Although, maybe I’d change my mind once I saw it. I have definitely thought about other witches getting spanked. And it definitely turns me on.”
Violet would find all that pretty tame, Severus mused. “Have you ever seen another girl get spanked?”
She blushed. “Yes, in a book.”
“What did you like about it?”
Her hands moved to his shoulder blade as she thought. “Um . . . I don’t want to say. It sounds stupid.”
Snape chuckled softly. “It’s not stupid if it excites you. You’re doing so well, love, keep going.”
After taking a deep breath, she forced herself to talk, “I like how you can see . . . everything . . . when she bends over.”
He snorted. “Everything?”
“Her pussy.”
“That’s better.”
“I wonder if she’s getting wet the way I do. I want to see another witch get wet like me.”
“That all sounds attainable. You will certainly see witches getting spanked at Eros . . . and they will most assuredly be wet.”
“I’d like to watch another witch get fucked.”
“You’d have a hard time not seeing that there.”
“In the arse.”
He laughed. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”
Hermione went to his other shoulder. “Is the witch you know nice?”
“Yes, is that important to you?”
“Yes. Very. I don’t want someone being mean when I’m so nervous.”
“No one is going to be mean to you.”
“What's she like?”
“She’s friendly. Fairly intelligent. Taller than you. Purple hair last I saw.”
“Pretty?”
“She’s attractive. Not beautiful. Kind of normal looking except for the hair. I didn’t know you were so picky.”
“I’m not! I’m just trying to picture her.”
He grinned. “I’ll bet.”
“Shush.” Her hands found a bad knot on his side, and she gently worked at it. “What are her tits like?”
Severus bit back another snort. “I guess a little bigger than yours. More than a handful.”
“Your hand?”
“Or yours.”
Hermione tried to picture the other witch.
“Get my lower back, love. It’s tight as a drum.”
Scooting off his bum, she worked her thumbs into the arch of his back.
“By the way, I sent an owl to Draco telling him the terms of any ‘tutorials.' He hasn’t gotten back to me yet.”
It was Hermione’s turn to snort. “He won't do it. He hated the paddle.”
“You underestimate the influence of hormones on the male brain. I’ll wager he takes a week and finally agrees to it.”
“I don’t know, Draco’s pretty used to things going his way. Pain is something he seems to avoid.”
“I bet you five licks with the tawse he accepts.”
“No way! Dad taught me not to gamble unless I’m sure of the outcome.”
“Smart man. However, you seem much more adventurous than that.”
“And what would I get if I won?”
“What do you want?”
“Hmm,” she pondered as she rubbed. “I want you to tell me about all the wizards you’ve had sex with.”
“You little . . .” he sealed his lips shut. What am I worried about? I’m sure Draco’s going to accept. And if he doesn’t, I’ll just have to convince him otherwise. “That sounds fair.”
“It does?”
“Yes. Do we have a bet?”
“Um . . . sure. I’ll take a chance on that.”
“I look forward to watching your bum turn purple.”
“And I look forward to hearing about your exploits.”
“We’ll see.” He wiggled his hips around checking to see if they felt looser. “It’s getting better, love. Lower.”
Hermione grinned and shook her head. Lower was his arse. “Yes, sir.”
“Ow!” He hissed as she pressed into his right buttock.
“Bloody hell, Severus. You’ve got a knot in your bum that feels like bone.”
“That is bone, you psychotic wench!”
“It is not." She laughed and leaned down to kiss his hip. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
“You'd better be.”
She carefully pressed, waiting for his body to relax before adding more weight behind it. “Can you really get a table like the one you sent me the picture of?” she asked conversationally to get his mind off the knot.
“I’ve already gotten it.”
She was shocked. “You did?”
“Yes, I’m looking forward to seeing you on it Sunday.”
“How did you get it so fast?” she asked nervously.
“I know someone from Eros who does a lot of woodworking. No pun intended.”
“Is it just wood?”
“No, it’s wood and leather.”
“I don’t like that an animal died for my sexual proclivities.”
He rolled his eyes. “Quality furniture is made of leather. It is durable and easy to clean. And the animal was already dead.”
“How did it die?”
“A heart attack,” he quipped.
“Don’t patronize me.”
“It’s my piece of furniture, and I will have it made with whatever I please. If you want to continue arguing with me, you can do so over my knee for as long as you please.”
Hermione huffed but didn’t say any more.
“I thought not. Ow! That is bone.”
“Sorry.”
He didn’t think she sounded sorry at all. “Be careful,” he warned.
His voice had gotten dangerously serious, and Hermione knew better than to push her luck. She bent down and kissed the red spot on his cheek where she’d been pressing. “I’ll go to the other side for a bit.”
Snape let out a tense breath as she worked on the other side. “Do you think Potter and Weasley will be offended if we fuck in the shower?”
Hermione smirked. “Yes.”
“I did intend to put up a Sound Shield.”
“Then I guess they won’t know.”
“When you’re done torturing me, we should wash up. I’m sticking to the bed.”
“I’m starving.”
“Me too, pet.”
“I’m thirsty too.”
“I’d imagine so.”
“How’s your bum feel now?"
“Tired.”
“You should put some ice on it.”
“That sounds pleasant,” he intoned.
“Let’s take a shower. I want to go eat.”
“Very well. Are you planning on getting dressed for the trip across the hall?”
“Not totally. I’ll put on my jeans and my shirt. You’re not going starkers, are you?”
He smirked. “I was going to wear trousers. I don’t want your little friends to get jealous.”
She was about an inch from slapping his arse when she yanked back her hand.
“I felt that,” he rumbled.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“I know. That’s why you’re not getting your bum blistered.”
Hermione got off the bed before he had any second thoughts.
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