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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: Hey everyone, so here we are at the final official chapter of this story before the epilogue. If you have any feedback or thoughts, I always love to hear from you. Thanks to all of you who have taken the time to drop me a line so far, it has significantly contributed to the evolution of this story. Until next time, DSx

Maral: Thank you :)

Oracle: ‘I keep trying to owl the retreat for some Snape therapy, but my birds never come back’ – Bahahah! Maybe they are having trouble carrying Snape back to your house? ‘I was also thinking about the conditioning process.’ – Yes, I think that’s what’s going on here. The careful and incremental approach has possibly been able to tread that balance for her, such that her traumatic history isn’t negated but it is triggered in a safe environment that allows her to reconceptualise it. And certainly your reflections on the D/s mindset are totally appropriate because Hermione isn’t naturally inclined to adopt that role, and it is not something that she adopts consistently. ‘Part of Snape's goal was to put her in other people's shoes (or ropes if you will). I'm not sure if domination was even a main idea.’ – You are bang on. It’s a tool (pardon the pun) for growth and, again, he doesn’t use it consistently either. In the same way that his ‘therapeutic’ approach for Sarah was different to Hermione’s. ‘But any long-term relationship that involves that much trust is going to wind up being way more intense and close; and he should know that.’ – I’m not sure that he even considered when he entered into this that it would be long-term. I think he was probably still being Starfish Boy at that stage. ‘I still don't know what's going on with Ellory, but I assume we'll find out soon’ – the epilogue ties up a hell of a lot of loose ends :). ‘And Snape working at the Retreat would fulfill my secret wish/prediction. Yay :)’ – Ahhh, excellent. I’m interested to hear the rest of your predictions.

MzPearlz: LOL! I looked up the animal crossing clapping – that’s hilarious. I’m glad Shaun is forgiven ;). Yeah, well some of the group might have reacted but I think Hermione is beyond caring at this stage and, you’re right, we have some pretty intuitive members in this group :).

Severus1Snape: If you don’t want it to end, you’re going to have to post me an idea or two ;).

Chapter 22 – A Warm Hand

“Have you found my explanations . . . satisfactory?”

Severus’ voice, deep and breathy, was punctuated by tight pauses as he thrust into her from behind.

She nodded. The truth was that she’d found them more than satisfactory. In fact, they had been so exceedingly satisfactory that she was on the verge of coming again.

Pressing her hands to the window, she braced herself against the vigorous ingressions of his slamming cock. She was pleased that everyone was at lunch so that she could enjoy this moment—gazing out across the most stunning vista in the world and being fucked by the sexiest man she could possibly imagine.

“Are you going to come for me?” he rumbled in her ear.

Of course she was. She just couldn’t say it.

*

“Looks like you don’t need to bother spying on them anymore.” George pointed up at the window at the back of the Retreat where they had a clear, full-length view of a naked Hermione being taken from behind by an equally-naked Severus.

Luna looked up from where she’d been collecting pinecones for the bonfire.

“Wow.” She smiled. “They really seem to be enjoying their time together.” They watched as Hermione arched back into Severus, his mouth grazing down the side of her neck. “I wouldn’t mind trying that position.”

“I’m sure it could be arranged,” replied George, the playful glint returning to his eyes.

“Except we’d probably have to ditch the nipple clamps,” added Luna, squinting closer at the two gyrating figures.

“No, they wouldn’t go well with your burns,” admitted George.

“Or the gag.”

“Yes, that might also be painful.” George nodded.

“And I’m not sure about that black claw-thing on his hand.”

“I think we could manage without that too.” George put a hand on her shoulder. “Do you want to wait until they’re done?”

Luna turned to him and dropped her pinecones. “Not when I have the real thing.” She smiled, leaning up to kiss him before leading him back down the path to the Retreat.

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“How are you going to tell Professor McGonagall of your decision?” Hermione let Severus pull her up the hill. The morning’s ‘explanations’ had left her feeling decidedly fatigued.

“By owl, I would imagine.”

Hermione huffed. “You know what I mean.”

“I’m not sure Minerva ever expected that I would actually take up the offer.” His long strides took them toward the dark alcove amongst the trees.

“So why did you come to Galladdon for treatment if you had no intention of taking up the position?”

“I didn’t say I had no intention. It was just fortunate timing in many ways. I’d had enough of Muggle television and my own company after eight years and decided that it was time to get on with my life. But I wasn’t under any illusions. I knew that I was unlikely to find employment until my health record, particularly my mental health, could be professionally validated. It’s not like my history isn’t known throughout the wizarding world. No employer in their right mind would take me on without some sort of assurances. So it seemed a good opportunity to get the tick of approval and look into my options. The Hogwarts offer was really just the catalyst.”

Hermione followed quietly as they ducked under the vines into the shadowy recess between the trees.

“Do you think you’re ready for the tick of approval?”

“That’s your call,” he said, guiding them through the tunnel of branches. “Do you think I’m ready?”

Hermione tutted. “In my professional opinion, I actually believe that you require many, many more months of intensive therapy.”

“Really?” he drawled over his shoulder. “And just how intensive would you recommend this . . . therapy . . . to be?” His tone had dropped lower; he was clearly interested.

“Probably about as intensive as it gets.” She could hear the gravel in her own voice as they approached the clearing.

“Perhaps you need to show me.” He turned to face her. “Just . . . how . . . intensive . . . you mean.”

“Severus, we’re supposed to be preparing an inventory of botanical produce.” Hermione grinned.

“Right after I prepare an inventory of your produce, something may have gone missing since I last looked.” He pulled her into him and ground his swelling erection against her stomach.

“Well, my nipples nearly went missing after those clamps.” Hermione’s brow furrowed at her recollection.

“You don’t have to wear them again.”

“Now, I didn’t say that.” She smiled mischievously before leading him into the middle of the sunflowers. “You just might have to kiss them better.”

“If I must,” he sighed, giving an elegant flourish of his hand that instantly caused her clothes to fall away, her nipples now straining only a breath away from his lips.

“Gods, Severus.” Hermione leaned over the strong arm at her waist, exposing herself even further. “Do you think it’s possible to go from a prude to a nymphomaniac in four weeks?”

He chuckled deep in his throat. “If you have the right teacher.”

“Yessss,” she breathed as his warm mouth closed over one of her nipples, still throbbing from their clamping only hours before.

But rather than the firm and passionate laving she was used to, this dalliance with his tongue was exquisitely tender. It felt positively therapeutic as his sensuous lips trailed kisses over her rouged mounds before blowing them gently to soothe the dull ache.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, digging in and holding tight, reminding herself of his presence and proximity. That hair that had been the signature of a man whom she’d always thought of as cold and distant, she now associated with a man of passion, courage, tenderness and care, in equal measure.

Undressing him slowly in the golden light of the sunflowers, exposing one lean, muscular limb at a time, seemed like an enticing idea until she realised how desperate she was to have him inside her. Her wand was back at the Retreat.

“I need you naked,” she murmured into the top of his head.

Sighing heavily against her breast, more to arouse her further than to demonstrate his annoyance, he straightened before removing his own clothing with an equally impressive flourish. His cock swayed with their rapid exit, much like the sunflowers that were beaming around them. Stepping forward, she pressed his length between their bodies, sliding herself against him, just to feel the silken warmth against her skin.

She could tell from the tight groan that squeezed from his throat with her mounting friction, that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. Placing both hands upon the smattering of downy hair adorning his chest, she slithered down his body, her fingertips brushing over his nipples which pebbled instantly, before rippling over the muscles of his abdomen until she was kneeling on the velvety grass with his cock resting against her cheek.

Looking up into his onyx eyes, she rubbed her lips back and forth against his head, feeling it jerk and twitch in anticipation.

“I want you to fuck my face,” she murmured against his member.

She had been struck by Dennis’ words weeks before, ‘When you love someone, you let them use you in the ways they need to.’ They somehow felt important in terms of Severus’ growing acceptance of his needs and his willingness to fulfil them. This would be another step in their burgeoning mutual trust.

Tentatively, he threaded his hands into her thick hair, drawing the locks together before wrapping them around one fist. Then, pulling down gently to lift her chin, he grasped the shaft of his cock and guided the bulging head back to her lips. He ran it across her soft pads, intently watching its course as his broad shoulders oscillated with each deepening breath.

“Tongue out,” he instructed.

Her heart jumped with that voice.

Carefully, she extended the moist pink tip until it kissed the head of his cock. Using her hair to guide her, he moved her tongue in circles while he held his cock in place. She licked around and over the head before he drew her up the centre of his slit, capturing his precum on her tip. Being used as a sex object for him to fulfil his own erotic desires was intensely arousing for her as well, and she felt herself already creaming heavily between her thighs.

“Open your mouth.” His voice was an even more potent lubricant.

Without hesitation she obeyed, tipping her head back slightly so she could capture his response—the twitching cleft of his brow and the slight parting of his lips as he pushed his girth into the waiting heat of her mouth. Tugging gently on her hair, he slid his cock in a circular motion around the insides of her cheeks, his face angled in concentration as if he were working a piece of timber into a hand-operated lathe. She could tell he was acclimating her, stretching her, in preparation for accepting more.

“Suck me. . . gently.”

She drew in her cheeks, creating a vacuum around the rigid flesh that continued to swell further inside the encouraging chamber of her mouth. As she brought her tongue into effect, tightening the seal around him, his head pitched forward, a sharp breath hissing between his gritted teeth.

“Gently,” he groaned, bringing his other hand down to grasp her jaw, loosening her hold on him.

She swirled her tongue around his helmet and his brow relaxed visibly as he released the breath he’d been holding.

“I’m going deeper now.” His voice already seemed to have gone there.

Keeping one hand in her hair, he brought the other down to cup her cheek as he began to thrust, his hips driving his cock further into her mouth, stretching her lips and pushing toward the pulsing constriction of her throat. He grunted as she spasmed around him.

“I’m just going to . . . relax your throat,” he murmured, whispering a spell as he drew his finger down the line of her neck, causing the gagging sensation to abate.

As he pushed further, she concentrated on breathing through her nose and matching the movements of her tongue and cheeks with the speed and depth of his thrusts. His mouth dropped open and his eyelids fluttered closed as her muscles pulsed around him.

“Uuuhhh, Hermione that is . . . perfection,” he breathed before gradually reducing his rocking and slowly pulling out, his hyper-engorged cock trailing strands of saliva down her chin.

Dropping onto his knees, he lunged at her lips, which were stretched and sensitive from trying to accommodate his considerable girth. Lapping and sucking at them, he worked out the tension, before sliding inside to thank her tongue with his own. She responded by sucking him into her, giving his tongue a similar workout to his cock until he moaned deeply and pulled away.

Breathing heavily, he rested his forehead against hers. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that. I want you to ride me.”

Nodding, she swallowed down the pooled saliva that had accumulated in her mouth. He sat his bare backside on the grass and reclined, pulling her onto his chest. Sliding her knees up, she straddled him, her pussy instantly looking to rub itself against his cock.

“Do you need me to . . . prepare you?” he asked.

“Does this answer your question?” She placed her hands against his chest as she slid herself along his member, leaving a shiny trail of arousal.

He smiled up at her, open and genuine. He’d been doing that a lot lately. “I can’t tell you how impressed I am,” he said.

“Yes you can.” She lifted herself higher on her knees and grasped his cock, tacky from her saliva. “Even though I’m an insufferable know-it-all, I actually need to hear that sort of thing once in a while.”

Then she placed his head at her opening and gradually lowered herself down, impaling her pussy upon his shaft as she drew in deep, appreciative breaths. She revelled in the heady sensation of her channel being filled to capacity, her nasal passages being reamed with exotic herbal scents, her naked skin absorbing the healing warmth from the dozens of flowers that surrounded them and, finally, the saturation of her gaze with the sight of this man, severely sexy, who had come to mean so much to her in such a short time.

But when she finally bottomed out, her clitoris nestling in the fuzzy warmth of his pubic hair, she was even more surprised when he took both of her hands in his, interlocking their fingers.

“Ride me until we come and I’ll tell you just how impressed I am.” His voice was rich and creamy and she had a feeling it was going to be the balm that she needed.

Bracing herself against his arms, she rocked her hips forward as she slid up, gliding along his member before allowing herself to dip back down, clenching the muscles of her core to clamp around his broad base. And then she repeated the cycle.

“I’m impressed by you on a multitude of levels.” He sighed, his body clearly responding to her slow milking of his cock. “You are undoubtedly smart, caring, thoughtful and compassionate but what I’ve seen in my time here is a willingness to . . . “

He winced as she began rocking harder, squeezing his cock deep inside her. She couldn’t help it, she was getting off on his words of praise. She didn’t hear them often and approval had always been her weakness. Now, each word penetrated her as fully as his cock did and she was going to ride them to the end.

“Your willingness to learn, despite the difficulties you’ve encountered in your life—to improve, to become as good as you can be both personally and . . . uhhhh . . . professionally.”

His chest lifted off the grass as she slammed down onto him with greater force, fucking him with the vigour that his words inspired.

“But what I will remember most is the kindness you’ve shown to me. I’ve never had that from anyone. That level of acceptance, trust, understanding and . . . selfless . . . support is something entirely foreign to me. But I’m getting used to it.” He pulled in a few deep breaths as she continued her assault on his cock. “And I’m worried that if I get too used to it . . . there’ll be no going back.”

“I don’t plan to go . . . back.” Hermione closed her eyes as she grasped his hands even tighter, feeling that familiar pull deep inside her. “I only plan to go forward. And I want you . . . there . . . with me.” Then her voice left her as he thrust up emphatically to meet each of her downward jolts. Only a few deep strokes and she was on the edge.

“Will you come . . . with . . . me . . . Severus?” Her voice was a tremulous gasp as her pussy started to convulse. “Uuuhhhhh!”

“Yessss,” he hissed as his cock began seizing inside her.

She bucked and writhed upon him, her pelvis shuddering in spastic waves as he jerked into her, shooting his seed up her undulating channel, painting it with stream after stream of his essence, until he was completely drained.

Collapsing onto his chest, she wrapped her arms around his glistening torso, their bodies fused and his cock still embedded within her.

“This is a new beginning, Severus,” she breathed. “For all of us.”
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