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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 58471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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AN: Warning - taboo subject material in this chapter.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hermione was glowing. Then again, she was always glowing at the end of a date with Severus Snape. Who would have ever guessed what a romantic charmer the man could be if he put his mind to it? It seemed the more time they spent together, the more it was not enough. Not that she was still counting, but their eighth date – the one they were currently on – had been more perfect than any other.
Valentine’s Day was on Wednesday, and because she had a training session that evening he had suggested they celebrate tonight. Snape had arranged with Lucius and one of his other managers to take a Saturday night off work. Which Lucius assured her was unprecedented.
The atmosphere had been wonderful. He had told her to dress up, so she had by recycling the dress Lucius had given her for New Year’s and adding lace stockings and black stilettos. She had left her hair down, taming it into sleek curls that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Her makeup had been left natural with the exception of a deep cranberry lip color. If the way his jaw had worked when she had opened her apartment door for him coupled with his quiet, “Merlin, you’re beautiful” was anything go by – she had quite succeeded in her mission.
As always, the proximity of him had been thrilling. They had wined and dined…and danced – which she had not been expecting. He had chosen a fancy French restaurant with tuxedoed waiters and a four-piece quartet. Just as on New Year’s, Snape had led her expertly around the dance floor.
Tonight had been special, but it had been their last few dates that had started filling her mind with thoughts of everyday life in this wizard’s company. There had been simple lunch dates in the middle of the week and they had done a meal and then the movies for their day-long Saturday outing. One evening she had joined him in his private quarters at the club and he had cooked! His spaghetti Bolognese, garlic bread, and salad had been to die for. After, they had snuggled on the couch and he had read aloud from a book of poetry he’d been pursuing and thought she might like. If anything had been knicker-dropping, it was that moment in and of itself.
Somehow, they had kept their hands pretty much to themselves. Oh, there had been heated kisses, gentle caresses, and casual touches of affection, but nothing like when they had been in her apartment the afternoon following her stage performance. They were both holding tight to their desire for each other, afraid to slip and disappoint Lucius.
“Come up for tea?” Hermione asked. “It’s cold and your hands are freezing. It’ll warm you up before I send you home.” Her eyes were large and pleading and Snape found himself answering in the affirmative before he could think better of it.
It had been such an electrically charged evening. Her dress was sexy as hell and her toned, lace covered legs looked amazing in stilettos. He was looking forward to fucking her in those shoes someday. Trying to clear the dangerous thoughts, he shook his head as the elevator doors closed on them.
In the small enclosed space, the heat around them seemed to thicken and Snape had to close his eyes and start reciting Potion ingredients before he acted on his inappropriate thoughts. Perhaps tea hadn’t been such a great idea tonight. There was just too much underlying sexual tension coupled with some pretty severe frustration. Six weeks of dating this witch was only making his desire for her stronger. The more he got to know her personality and her mind, the deeper he got and the more he wanted to unlock every secret of her body as well. To claim her fully and make her his in every sense of the word. So much so, that he had recently made a trip into Diagon Alley and commissioned a collar to be made for her. Optimistic? Maybe. But the moment he could, he would make her his fully. No one would be able to touch her without his explicit permission, and he wasn’t so sure he’d be sharing at all – ever.
Minutes later Hermione was letting them into her apartment. The air pulsed around them when she closed the door and she froze in the act of removing her cloak, her eyes locking with his in awed surprise. Fuck… He swallowed hard and broke their connection by concentrating on removing his own outer robes. His teeth clenched, and her breathing sped when her fingers brushed his as she took the garment from him. The minute she turned to reveal the backless dress that had been taunting him all night, the fight left him. It was over.
She was closing the closet door gently when Snape stalked her and pressed the length of his body against her back before sinking his hands into her curls. He pushed her hair out of the way and dropped his mouth seductively to her neck. She gasped and moaned in her throat when his teeth nipped her nape before marking a trail of Fiendfyre her to her ear. “This was a terrible idea, Miss Granger,” he growled into the delicate cartilage, making her shiver.
“I’m beginning to realize that,” she murmured as her neck twisted, so she was able to look him in the face. Not removing her eyes from him, she slowly turned into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Snape couldn’t help but close his eyes when her nails scored into his hair, scratching his scalp gently before she tugged his mouth to hers. Her lips were pillow soft and her tongue tasted of the wine and the crème brûlée they had shared after dancing. It was a sweet kiss, slow and a bit tentative.

He kissed her at the end of every date but often tried to keep the kisses – if not chaste – then short. Neither of them seemed to be able to keep their heads once their lips met. He attempted to bring the kiss to an end, had every good intention on stopping it before things got out of hand, but she whimpered a protest and her fists tightened in his hair and he was lost.

Lost as his hands slid down her bare back to grab her arse.

Lost as he gripped the firm globes and picked her up effortlessly.

Lost as the feel of her legs wrapping around his hips caused his cock to swell alarmingly.

There was no conscious thought and there was no stopping it. Before either of them knew what was happening, he was tossing her on the bed before crawling over the top of her to reclaim her mouth. Hermione’s arms were back around him with her nails digging into his suit coat to bunch it and try and shove it from his shoulders. He moved his mouth to her neck and suckled the sweet-smelling skin of her throat as he shuffled, trying to help her get the jacket off his person. Legs around his hips again, she rolled her torso and the heat of her gusset permeated the wool of his pants as the friction engulfed his cock. She sobbed out a gasp just as he freed his arms and flung his coat.

Her fingers were working his cravat as his hand dragged up one stockinged leg. The moment he hit the bare skin at the top of it he groaned and shoved her dress up around her waist. “I cannot wait to sink myself into you, princess,” he hissed against her throat before rising to take her mouth again.

“Yes!” she pleaded against his lips, her whole body jerking as his hands caressed the skin of her abdomen. “Please!” They resumed their kissing and frantic touches, still attempting to remove stubborn articles of clothing. It was when her hands met the bare skin of his neck and upper chest that he froze. The sensitized scar tissue of Nagini’s bite blazed under her touch, but it also hurt just enough (as it had for the last nine years) to bring him back to his senses.

“Shit!” he choked out, ripping himself out of her arms and rolling to sit on the edge of the bed. His elbows hit his knees at the same time he buried his frustrated features into his fingers. “Fuck!” he slapped the edge of her bed and pushed himself to stand, striding a safe distance away before turning back to her.

Hermione was sitting on her knees in the center of her puffy white comforter and her eyes were wide with surprised, but still a bit glazed with lust. She looked ravished, her hair wild, her lips swollen, and her dress riding high on her thighs. It was quite the provocative image and he had to turn away again to gather his bearings.

“I’m sorry!” she whispered fiercely after a moment. “I just…I can’t seem to help myself sometimes. There’s just this…charge, this magnetism with you…I – ” She broke herself off, shaking her head in confusion.

Snape crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into a bookshelf, chancing another glance at her. Her lips were trembling. Fuck, he didn’t want her to cry. “There’s no need to apologize, I got just as swept up in it as you.” He let out a loud sigh and swiped a hand down his face. “I’m just…I’m glad I was pulled back to my senses. I would not have cared to tell Lucius what had happened had we continued.”

“I’m grateful as well,” she murmured. “He’d’ve been so disappointed with me.” Now he was sure she was going to cry.

“Hermione.” She looked up at him, surprised by the gentleness of his tone. “Please do not be upset – nothing untoward happened. We stopped in plenty of time. We do have his permission to touch and kiss. You have nothing to feel guilty for.”

She let out a mirthless laugh. “This is the most bizarre conversation ever,” she told him while flopping back on her pillows, her arms resting lightly next to her head with her palms up. “Isn’t this surreal? I don’t have permission to have sex with my boyfriend because my Master controls my body.”

The air in the room stilled quite suddenly, like someone had sucked it all away, and Hermione felt her belly flip flop when she realized what she had said. She could feel her face flush pink and one hand automatically moved to cover her eyes in horror. Merlin – they had not discussed labels. Not really. It had been mentioned in a passing, fleeting fashion during conversation, but now she had just spouted out that she thought of him as her boyfriend.

“I have to say I have never been in this position before either,” Snape’s voice cut through the thick air like a hot knife through butter. “Then again, I’m the one who hasn’t had a girlfriend in over nine years – so I think I have a better excuse.”

The tension drained from her body and she lifted her hand to peek at him. Her breath was instantly stolen, he was grinning at her. He was across the room, still in his defensive stance, but he was grinning. He smiled much more these days then she had ever seen him in her youth (in fact she couldn’t be sure she had ever seen him smile in her youth), but these full-on grins were few and far between. She triumphed in every single one she could pull out of him as they transformed his face completely.

Hermione sat up slowly, her eyes locked to his, knowing a stupid grin had claimed her face as well. “Yeah?” she asked.

“Yes,” he responded. Cautiously, he moved back across the small space and caught her chin in his hand. He caressed her face as he kissed her lightly across the mouth. “With that – I must leave,” he said as he pulled back. “I just don’t trust myself alone in a bedroom with you.”

She smirked at him. “So much for that tea that never gets drank when we come up here,” she said teasingly.

“My hands aren’t cold anymore,” he teased her back. “I used your skin to warm them.”

She flushed prettily, and he laughed. “Tuesday night seven o’clock? My turn to cook?” she asked him.

“I can’t Tuesday, Thursday?”

“Thursday works for me,” she smiled.

“I could do lunch on Tuesday?” The words were hesitant and his expression cautious, as if he didn’t dare ask for that much of her time.

“Most definitely – and Saturday afternoon?”

His face smoothed and he smiled lightly. “Yes.” He dropped another kiss to her lips before moving them up to her forehead. “Goodnight, Hermione.”

“Goodnight, Severus.” She would have walked with him to help with his coat and see him into the floo, but she read in his body language the difficulty he was having with leaving and knew he’d ask her to stay put. Her door clicked quietly behind him.
Three days later, Snape sat down at his desk and noticed Britt on the monitors. Leaning back in his chair, he paused to watch her with yet another Dominant. This was the third one in the last two weeks. Tonight’s Dominant, Laurent, was known for his interest in rather intense breast bondage as well as needle play. His tastes were not Snape’s and Snape had thought they were not Britt’s either. She had been trending towards Dominants who were known for more extreme scenes and he couldn’t help but be surprised by her apparent change in appetite. It seemed to Snape that he had been holding her back.
Looking to at the main entrance monitor, his interest peaked when a masked witch whom he had not seen in over a year entered. Natalia was a Russian diplomat’s wife. A high-ranking diplomat who had no inkling of his wife’s submissive side or her penchant for role play. He was high up the political ladder and his wife was well aware of his dalliances on the side. She had once told Snape she didn’t care who her husband slept with as long as he was discreet. She in turn felt no guilt when her fetish led her to other men’s bedrooms, and she had been to Snape’s bedroom multiple times. She was one of only a few who had ever been there.
While older than Snape at almost fifty, the middle-aged blonde was stunning and elegant and had a wild side Snape loved to unleash. Her husband’s job kept her restrained by protocol and decorum. Public opinion was life and death for a politician after all. However, when she was with Snape all that went away, and she unleashed into a wildcat. There had not only been fun scenes and role play that would make even the most hardened criminals blush, but flat out intense fucking. She could drink vodka like it was water and many times they had drunk their way through a bottle before passing out in his flat. Lucius had joined them in the playroom on occasion and Snape was quite sure the witch had been to the Manor more than once. She was a great fuck. Feeling his arousal swell, he exited the office.
As he made his way, a small unease nibbled at him. Hermione’s soft brown eyes looked at him in his mind’s eye as her words from a few weeks before echoed in his ears, “I’m contracted to another wizard. How could I possibly ask from you what I cannot give in return?” But it was the unspoken implication that pecked at him. Just because she didn’t ask for his celibacy didn’t mean she didn’t desire it. In truth he had been so busy that, except for one delivered spanking followed by a five-minute blow-job a few weeks before, he hadn’t so much as looked at another witch much less touched one.
His right hand was going to get callouses if he didn’t ease up with the wanking. He just hadn’t had the desire to scene with other witches. Work had been more demanding the past month as a shift manager had resigned and he had yet to find a replacement. He was tired and when he had free time he spent it with Hermione as able. This, of course, always led to a date with Rosy Palm and a cold shower.
Shaking off the uncomfortable feeling, he reminded himself that Hermione was submitting to and fucking another man on a regular basis. Besides, Natalia was rarely in the UK. It might be another year before he would see her, and if things progressed with Hermione the way he hoped they would, he might not be free to scene with the Russian beauty ever again. No, he would not feel guilty. He would enjoy this witch, perhaps more than once if her stay was extended.
“Natalia, you’ve been away far too long,” he drawled as she handed her coat off to the coat check, Lola.
Natalia turned to him and put her hands behind her back as she responded with a small smile, “Master Snape, I’m afraid I’ve been verrry bad since you’ve last seen me. I feel the need to confess and repent.” Her voice was rich and heavily accented.
His eyes scanned her charcoal grey silk dress which barely concealed a large bust. A white pearl necklace and a set of matching pearl earrings screamed propriety and proper wife, while her eyes screamed the opposite. “Well, just your luck. The priest is receiving confessions tonight.”
A few minutes later they had made their way upstairs to one of Natalia’s favorite fetish rooms. A room which had pews facing a pulpit and altar, as well as charmed cathedral ceilings and huge stained-glass windows. This room was for very specific play – play that the Russian witch was quite partial to. She slipped off her mask as Snape led her to the confessional on the right side of the room.
They each entered their respective spaces and he waited for her to start. Her voice sounded nervous and pained with regret. (She was quite adept at role play.) “Forrrgive me, Father forrr I have sinned; it one yearrr since my last konfession. I accuse myself of the following naughty deeds.”
When she didn’t continue, he prompted her. “Proceed my child, for no sin is beyond forgiveness if the appropriate penance is offered.”
“Vell, you see, Father. I have been having inappropriate thoughts. Inappropriate desires.”
“What kind of thoughts? What kind of desires?”
“It’s, vell, I don’t vish to shock you… desires of fornication vith men other zan my husband.”
“Have you acted on these desires?”
“I’m ashamed to say I have, Father. I…I have had sex vith at least sixty men out of vedlock in past yearrr.”
Hardly able to contain his laugh, he played along. “That is grave behavior, indeed. Is there more to confess?”
“Vell, it’s vasn’t just sex. Zerrre vas oral…stimulation as vell. And deviant interrraction.”
“Perhaps an example.”
“Da, Father. Vell, one time, ias vith five men at once. One took me as a dog takes a bitch, vile another… he…he put his penis in my mouth and I… liked it. Zen another…”
Severus knew he should be ready to go by now. This was not their first time in the confessional. A confessional which they used for glory hole play on multiple occasions. He was normally hard before she started confessing and was surprised he wasn’t raring to go yet. He fished his semi-hard member out of his trousers and began to stroke.
“Yes, go on.”
“Vell, one made me kall him Daddy…and I liked zat as vell, Father. Another told me I vas a bad little girrrl and spanked me vith his belt.”
As she continued her confession he continued to stroke himself until he was fully hard. An idea came to mind. “I feel your penance will be extensive and an exorcism of the deviant demon that has clearly possessed your innocent mind will be necessary. You will need to undress completely and lay upon the altar.”
“Da, Father. Right avay.”
Stepping out of the confessional, he found Natalia already naked and walking towards the altar and behind the pulpit. She had a beautiful body with large breasts, a small waist, shapely hips, and long, toned legs. He smiled to himself as he approached her. This was going to be fun. Stretching out on the altar, she trembled slightly as she looked up at him with wide eyes. She really was quite the actress.
“I need to place my hands on you. If you become aroused, we will have a long night ahead of us exercising the demons from your infested soul.”
She arched her back as he placed his hands over her breasts and moaned wantonly as he caressed her nipples, causing them to harden instantly. His right hand stroked down her stomach as his left released his member from the confines of his trousers.
“Hmmm. Let’s see how you respond to a man’s penis before you.”
Snape stepped closer to her face and grabbed the back of her head. The minute she opened her mouth for his impending entrance their eyes met, and he froze. This blue eyed, blonde haired beauty, laying out before him was stunning and kinky and knew how to fuck like a succubus on steroids, but he felt himself instantly deflate. The wrong eyes were looking up at him. Not warm and brown, but icy and blue. Instead of wild, chestnut-brown locks with curls that begged to be tamed, there was silky straight blonde hair pulled up neatly and contained in a bun screaming for release. Instead of hand sized pert breasts, large and heavy globes heaved before him. It hit him so hard, it nearly knocked the wind out of him. He didn’t want this witch.
Regaining his focus and realizing he had a needy witch staring at his now flaccid member with shock, he acted quickly. “I’m afraid this is a job for multiple priests, my child.” Her eyes lit up like fire and he was thrilled he had an answer. They had scened with others many times and it was something she was normally into. “I must leave you briefly to consult my colleagues. Please recite an Act of Contrition until I return.”
He knew he would only be gone a few minutes. The room temperature was warm, so she would be fine until he came back. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he spotted Lucius shortly after entering the main area. “Luc, Natalia’s upstairs raring to go. I’m looking for volunteers.”
Lucius grinned. “Ah, what a treat. She proving to be too much for you tonight, my friend?”
“Something like that,” he scowled in return as his eyes darted about the room.
“Hmm, clubs not too crowded but I did see Cassius and Marty chatting up a witch a few minutes ago. They’re usually up for group action.”
“Perfect, where were they?”
“Near the bar.” Sensing Snape seemed a bit frazzled and not his usual calm and collected self, Lucius added, “Come find me after she leaves, or you’re done with the scene.”
“Yeah, okay,” Snape answered distractedly as he headed for the bar.
Twenty minutes later found Snape and the two aforementioned Dominants strapping Natalia to the cross over the altar. Severus assumed the role of lead exorcist and acted as director as the two enthusiastic men began to beat the demons out of the witch with floggers.
Snape had to admit this was a fucked-up fetish. If his years as a Death Eater hadn’t paved his road to hell, then this act of sacrilege certainly had. It wasn’t a real church and they weren’t really defiling an alter and cross in a house of God, but the imitation was pretty realistic. Yep, his only hope was St. Peter had a wicked sense of humor.
When the flogging stopped, and Natalia had become more comfortable with the two men, Snape sat on the front pew and watched as they tag-teamed the witch. His mind distractedly wandered to Hermione and he wondered if she would be into threesomes. She had certainly enjoyed the dual spanking from Lucius and him. Watching the blonde beauty lay her back on top of Cassius as he entered her arse from behind, while Marty draped himself over her and fucked her from the front left Snape hard as steel. He stroked himself as he imagined Hermione being taken thus between himself and Lucius. It would have to be Lucius. There was no other wizard Snape would be willing the share his witch with, and even that was questionable.
Snape climaxed into his hand as the three on the altar reached their own completion. As the scene wrapped up, he reassumed his role as lead exorcist and proclaimed her innocent soul restored. Cassius and Marty, quite taken with Natalia, insisted she seek them out if another demon possessed her in the future.
After Natalia had dressed, she took Snape’s hand and pulled him next to her in the last pew. Giving him a knowing look, she spoke in her thick and glorious Russian accent. “You’ve met someone. I kan tell. You have a farrravay look about you and you verrren’t interrrested in parrtaking pleasurrre vith me tonight.”
“I’m sorry, Natalia. It isn’t you.”
“Oh, I know zat,” she said with a wave of her hand. She was not a humble witch by any means. He smiled at her as she laughed. “Vell, I am happy forrr you. Perrrhaps I vill meet her? Orrr him?”
“Her, Natalia. Definitely a her.”
“Vell, I’ve seen you vith a he beforrre. So, I know possibility is zerrre.”
“Only a couple times, Natalia, for curiosity sake.” He watched her as she touched up her makeup while looking at herself in her compact. “How long are you here this time?”
“Only until tomorrrow. Ve leave forrr Kanada in afterrrnoon.”
Severus was looking over the latest issue of Play Wizard in the office when Lucius entered via the Floo. Lucius peeked over Snape’s shoulder as the dark-haired wizard opened it to the centerfold. They both cocked their heads as they assessed Miss February’s attributes.
“I don’t know why you order this, Lucius.” Snape tossed the magazine dismissively back into the pile of posts while Lucius slipped off his cloak.
“For the articles, of course,” Lucius responded with a chortle. “And for inspiration.”
Snape cocked a brow as he opened a letter. “We get plenty of inspiration right here, my friend.”
“Well, that’s certainly true, but December’s issue was the Quidditch issue. Witches on racing brooms and posing with Beater bats and Bludgers. The centerfold was glorious and was entitled ‘Snitch on Her Snatch’. It gave me the inspiration for a delightful scene with Doll.”
Snape spun around and looked at Lucius expectantly. His blond friend continued with a wide grin, “Let’s just say her bum got quite a workout keeping that little bugger from escaping.”
Snape rolled his eyes. “You and your Quidditch.” He spun back around to face his desk. “We have beautiful witches in all shapes and sizes who offer a plethora of possibilities right here, Lucius. Photographs are doctored and fake.” He gestured at the monitors. “These beauties are the real deal.”
Lucius sat at his desk, his chair turned so he was facing Snape. “So, speaking of beautiful witches and the possibilities they offer, did you have fun with Natalia last night?”
Tossing a letter into the rubbish bin, he replied with well-practiced, evasive ease. “She always provides ample entertainment as you very well know, having sampled the goods many times yourself.”
“Well, I was surprised you were looking for backup last night,” Lucius pushed.
“It’s where the scene led, Luc. You know how insatiable that witch can be,” he replied as he opened the last piece of mail.
Lucius chuckled. “Yes, I do. But why do I feel there is something you aren’t telling me? You seemed somewhat…frazzled last night. And you’ve not been quite been yourself lately.”
Snape could feel his patience slipping. While he didn’t want to talk about it, the truth was he had been greatly shaken by what had happened. He had never in his adult life been unable to maintain an erection pre-ejaculation during a scene. He made potions for other wizards for such issues, but this was never a problem for him. What was worse, he knew that his problem wasn’t physical in nature.
It was that little minx of a witch who was turning his world upside down. Beauty and brains with brown eyes that he couldn’t put away. Caramel irises that were disappointed in him for seeking pleasure in another witch. For no matter what she said about fairness and assuring him he was free to scene and have sex with others, he knew she wasn’t saying what she truly wanted. He knew because he knew how he himself felt. It was bad enough she was contracted to Lucius, but if the tables were turned? If she were the one working at The Dungeon and was free to scene with anyone? It would drive him to the brink of insanity.
While Lucius didn’t know what had happened the night before with Natalia, he did know Snape had been a little more withdrawn than usual the past few weeks. Something was bothering his friend and Lucius was fairly certain he knew what it was. Snape was a man who was used to being in control. In control of his life and certainly in control of his witches. Dating a woman whom he could not engage with sexually, much less Dominate, was surely driving the man mad. Lucius could only imagine that frustration and knew all too well he would have his own misery to contend with soon enough. It would only be weeks to a couple of months before Hermione would be finished with her training, and then Lucius would be no more to her than a good friend.
As much as Lucius was dreading losing her, he was happy for them. They were clearly crazy about each other. He did harbor concerns however, he wasn’t sure if Snape was emotionally ready, willing, and able to do right by Hermione.
Lucius loved Hermione and if he couldn’t have her for himself, he would at least protect her from heartbreak as best he could. He knew Snape cared about the witch, it had been obvious from the beginning all those months ago, but he wanted Snape to admit it. If he could be mature and open enough to just disclose some of what he was feeling, Lucius would take it for the accomplishment it was and give Hermione more sexual freedoms, so they could move their relationship along.
He gently prodded his friend. “Severus, talk to me. You haven’t been yourself lately. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours!”
“Why, Lucius? Why is it you feel the necessity to push and prod? If there was something I wished to share with you I would have already done so. Now stop acting the nagging wife and leave me be.”
“Well I would, but I have to work with your miserable ass. What’s more you’re my friend and I happen to care about you – whether you want me to or not.”
Lucius started when a jar of ink exploded against the wall as the normally reticent wizard leapt out of his chair and began to furiously pace. Snape’s face was red, and his eyes were ablaze with heat. “What do you want me to say, Lucius? You want me to say that I can’t get Hermione out of my head? You want me to say that I can’t function…that I can’t maintain a fucking erection with other witches?” He met Lucius’ shocked eyes. “Because I can say that if you want me to, you greedy bastard!”
Lucius’ jaw fell as unexpected words continued to flow from Snape’s mouth.
Snape resumed his pacing. “For weeks…weeks…I’ve been burying myself in work so that I didn’t have to acknowledge what I knew to be truth.” His face was tormented as he turned to his blond friend. “Hermione is the only witch for me. I…other witches just don’t – ” He looked up at the ceiling, flexing his fingers into fists as he bellowed, “FUCK!!!!”
He collapsed back into his chair, his rage deflating as anguish crept over his features. Blowing out a heavy sigh, he ran his hands through his hair. His voice was now soft with a desperation Lucius hadn’t heard before.
“I’ve never felt this way, Luc. I don’t know what to do with this. I think about her more than I should. I dread the end of every date because I don’t want to leave her. And, it’s not sex that I want – well, it is – but it’s not just sex. I want her sleeping next to me. I’ve never been fond of waking up with a witch in my bed, Luc. You know this! It’s a rare time I bring a woman into my personal space.” He let out a huff of air. “Its bloody moot anyway, because if I can’t fuck another witch, I’m certainly not going to lure one to my bed even if I wanted to.” He laughed without humor as he looked at his blond friend. “I had Natalia, splayed out naked on the altar, Luc! On the altar so that I could exorcise the demons out of her magnificent body with my cock.” He shook his head, “Damnit if the second I looked at her face I didn’t see Hermione’s brown eyes looking up at me! What do I do with that?”
Lucius was absolutely stunned. He had never heard Severus Snape monologue in his entire life. He would have laughed if it had been appropriate. If it was a declaration he had wanted from Snape, he more than got it.
He was about to speak when Snape did the unthinkable and resumed talking. “Yet, when I’m with her? I get so hard I swear my cock could bench press twenty stone.”
Lucius’ eyes shot up in concern. What was Snape doing with an erection around Hermione? “What the hell are you…”
“Oh, don’t get your panties in a snit, Lucius. Nothing happened. At least nothing you would be bothered about. Kissing and some over the clothes groping. I might have pulled her dress up to her waist…she might have unbuttoned my shirt. We got a bit…carried away. But we regained our senses in time. There were no intimate touches of any kind.”
Lucius leaned back in his chair, pulling his cravat loose. He was still in his work robes. “Well, I can only imagine how hard that was,” he said softly.
In typical Snape fashion he cocked a brow. “I seriously doubt that, Luc.” He leaned back and crossed his ankles, studying his blond friend. “So, tell me. How’s she coming along? When do you anticipate she’ll be receiving her certificate of accomplishment from the Lucius Malfoy Academy of Submissive Arts?”
Lucius laughed. “Oh Severus, how I do adore you.” He spun back to his desk and began looking through some documents that needed his signature. “She’s doing quite well, actually. I’m having her update her limits list, so I can be sure nothing is being missed. A month and a half? Maybe two?”
A soft and tentative knock on the door caused Snape to spin his chair back around to his own desk. Lucius stood and opened the door. He was shocked to see Hermione, having completely forgotten he had told her to come to the office.
Hermione gazed up at Lucius to find his eyes warily looking down at her. He looked so tired, like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Just as she was about to reach up and stroke his cheek, she remembered herself. This was Wednesday, not Sunday. She was Doll the submissive; not Hermione the friend. She cast her eyes down, awaiting his instruction.
Lucius smiled and lifted her chin up gently with his forefinger. “Good evening, Doll. I’m running a little behind. Go back to the main room and visit with Jonathan if you like. I’ll come retrieve you.”
“Yes, Master.”
When she didn’t move right away, but hesitated, he asked, “Was there something else, Doll?”
“Master, forgive the question, please. I was wondering if I might speak with Sever…err…Master Snape for a moment?”
Lucius was torn, and with Severus’ frame of mind he wasn’t sure how to respond. The voice from behind him made it easy. “If she wishes to speak with me, I am amenable if it is all right with you, Lucius.”
Lucius nodded. “Yes. Well then. Doll, I will expect you in the main room in ten minutes.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
He stepped past her into the hallway, finding he needed the air.
Severus took a slow breath as he stood to face her, his expression giving nothing away. There they were, those doe eyes he could get lost in. He felt all the frustration and rage of only a moment before vanishing as she graced him with a small smile. He could tell she was a bit nervous as she shifted her feet and played with her hands. Am I really that scary?
“I know it’s a silly thing, and hardly something you would ordain to acknowledge, but I just wanted to wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day, Severus.”
Dark eyes merely watched her, meeting her gaze and giving nothing away. They cast a roaming glance up and down her form, causing her to swallow nervously.
She looked so soft and inviting in her cream-colored cashmere wrap-around dress with brown leather boots. Her hair was pulled up loosely off her neck into a mess of windblown curls. She had clearly walked from her office and her face held a rosy glow. She was beyond beautiful. It was no wonder other witches left him wanting and unaroused. He cursed the irony as he felt his cock twitch in agreement.
His eyes stayed glued on hers, his gaze never wavering. She swallowed nervously, steeling herself to remain calm as he spoke in that same soft voice without inflection, that Snape-tone that drove her wild. “And you felt it was wise coming to see me, looking so lovely. So incredibly beautiful when you are moments away from submitting to another Dominant?”
“Oh, I. I guess I..didn’t…well, Lucius, that is...I mean Master Luc..”
He cocked a brow and she stopped talking. “Come here, Hermione.”
She took tentative steps towards him, her eyes wide with uncertainty. When she was right in front of him, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, his breath on her skin causing a shiver to cascade down her spine. “Thank you. Thank you for your sweet words and for a moment of delicious respite from the shackles of monotony this office inflicts.” He lightly kissed the soft and tender skin of her neck, just below her ear. “Have a good training session and I shall see you tomorrow for dinner at your place.”
She smiled softly. “I was thinking I’d make shrimp scampi.” She raised her brows in question. “Is that something you like? We’ve never really discussed our favorite foods and…”
Taking her hands in his he tilted both, so her palms were facing up. His long fingers wrapped around her small ones, bringing them up to his mouth. He planted multiple soft kisses on her fingertips as he whispered, “Anything these delicious little fingers conjure will be acceptable, if not exceed expectations. I’m quite certain.”
She knew he was teasing her as his eyes were twinkling with their mirth. Seeing his comment for the playful challenge it was, she responded. “Hmmm, I’ll have you know I’m quite an outstanding cook, Severus Snape.”
“I look forward to finding out, princess.”
Knowing she needed to go, she shook her head. “Okay, then. I’ll see you tomorrow at seven. G’night, Severus.” She tilted up to her toes and planted a kiss on his cheek before turning and dashing away.
He stared at the door as it closed behind her, wondering how he would make it twenty-three hours until he would see her again.
“Hermione?” Lucius was concerned, Hermione had not been herself all evening. Their Sunday night dinners were always full of lively conversation, but she had been unusually quiet. Now that he thought about it, she hadn’t quiet been herself the entire week. Another hint that something was wrong was that she absolutely loved her sweets and he had watched her push the melting ice cream around her rhubarb pie for the last ten minutes.
“Hmm?” Hermione looked up to find his worried expression and quickly sat up straight. She couldn’t do this anymore, she had to tell him what happened. She had been in a funk all week and they both knew it.
“Love, what’s wrong?” Lucius prodded before mirroring her thoughts. “You’ve been off all week.”
She made a split-second decision and dropped her eyes submissively. “I need to submit to you tonight, Master – if you are agreeable.”
Lucius, his wine glass halfway to his lips, froze at her instant change in demeanor. His eyebrows knitted in surprise. Returning his glass to the table, he responded, “Yes, Doll. I am agreeable. I take it from your behavior you wish to leave immediately?”
“Yes, Master,” she murmured quietly. Instantly tears of relief pricked her eyes and made her nose tingle. This had been the right move to make.
“Would you like to go to the Manor or the club?”
“The Manor, please.”
He signaled for the waiter and within fifteen minutes they were in the Apparition foyer of Malfoy Manor. “Prepare yourself for me in the Den, I will give you ten minutes,” he directed after taking her cloak.
“Yes, Master.” Hermione was a wreck. She had avoided telling Lucius about what had transpired with Severus the previous Saturday for the entire week. At first, she told herself that Snape was correct – what they had done had been within the parameters of the rules that had been set for her. However, the more the week dragged along the guiltier she had felt for at not talking to Lucius about what had happened. That guilt was dragging her down immensely.
Lucius was beyond shocked when he entered the Den just over ten minutes later to find Hermione in the Humble position. A confession? He paused in the doorway and took in her form. She had only ever used this position the once, but it was obvious she had practiced it at some point. As always, she looked absolutely stunning. He felt his cock start to swell as his gaze roamed over the roundness of her bum.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts. If she had a confession, there was a chance he would have to punish her. For that, he would need the right frame of mind. “Speak, Doll. What is your confession?”
Lucius’ heart clenched when he heard the sniffle before she spoke. It only took her couple of minutes to tell him what was on her mind and confess her guilt. When she finished, it took effort not to laugh. The poor thing – this had obviously been eating her up all week. “You may relax, Hermione. Nadu or Kneel.”
He watched her move into Nadu while contemplating what he needed to do. Of course, he had already known about what had transpired between her and Snape. His friend had told him about it earlier in the week when he confessed he was no longer interested in being with other women. Lucius hadn’t said anything to Hermione because she had done nothing wrong. There was no nakedness, no inappropriate touching, and definitely no penetration. Why was this bothering her so much?
It’s bothering her because she wants to go further with him, Lucius, he chided himself. She’s approaching the topic subconsciously. His stomach twisted uncomfortably at that notion. He bloody well knew this had been coming. Hermione and Snape had been spending hours together every week. Their dates had become more and more frequent and had lasted longer and longer.
“You will write a journal entry explaining why you felt what you did was wrong, because I feel that you were in the parameters set for you. After you’ve done that, I wish for you to explain to me whether or not you’re ready to move a step further in your sexual relationship with Severus and why. It must be logical and reasonable. Not just feelings and emotions. Are you compatible? Do you believe you are both ready to take this step? And so forth.”
“Yes, Master,” she answered fervently.
“Is there anything else, Miss Granger?”
Hermione couldn’t help it, she looked up in complete surprise, catching his eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her inquiringly and her gaze dropped quickly. He wasn’t going to punish her? Panic seemed to sweep through her entire being. But…she needed a punishment. She still felt guilty for keeping this from him all week. Her body started to tremble and when she closed her eyes she was startled to feel tears trickle down her cheeks.
“I need to be punished,” she whispered, hardly believing the words were coming out of her mouth. She felt nauseated with what might be coming. Gods, she had hated her last punishment. “Please, Master.”
Lucius’ heart started to pound erratically. “I feel like maybe there is something you’re not telling me, Doll. Why do you feel the need to be physically punished?”
“Because I kept this from you all week when I should have told you about it immediately. I know I technically didn’t do anything wrong, sir, but not telling you – not communicating with you the way I am supposed to…” She trailed off and swallowed down a lump in her throat. “I should have trusted my gut, and I should have trusted that I could tell you anything and you would understand and be forgiving. I need to be punished for not trusting. Not trusting myself, and most importantly, not trusting you.”
Lucius cupped an elbow in one hand and covered his mouth with the other, contemplating her words. She was correct, of course, she should have listened to herself and known she could trust him. He still didn’t know how comfortable he was about giving her a punishment for this situation.
“I need to think for a moment, Doll. Make yourself comfortable on the couch,” he instructed before turning away from her. Running a hand down his face, he contemplated the best way to move forward. If he refused, the guilt she was obviously feeling would only intensify. It was his job to meet her needs, to push her limits, and to make her a stronger submissive. How could he turn this into a lesson that was appropriate for how she was feeling, though?
Hermione watched his back as he stood rigidly near the door. Was he hesitant to do this because of how her last punishment had affected them? She had to admit to herself that she was insanely worried with how a punishment would go, but she was even more worried about cleansing herself of this feeling. The shame and remorse she had needed to be dealt with. It would eat her alive until it had been.
“Humble,” he said quietly after a handful of minutes.
She hastily moved herself into position, awaiting his sentencing.
“I don’t feel this punishment is warranted, Miss Granger, but I can hear in your voice how much you feel you need this.” His tone was liquid honey, smooth and sweet. “I will comply with your request because I feel we can make a lesson out of this. You will be punished for not trusting yourself and your instincts. You will receive seven strikes with my belt after we have completed a little exercise. Stand and follow me to the library.”
Even though she felt a bit bewildered by his sentencing, she quickly scrambled to her feet and followed him through the Manor in the same way she would have followed him through the club. It was a little disconcerting to be wandering the halls in only her knickers, but if Lucius was unconcerned about privacy from his house elves, then she wouldn’t worry about it either.
It took a few minutes to get to the entrance of the library, and Lucius threw open the double doors to the great room with a bit of a flourish. He’d been looking forward to showing this room to her and couldn’t help but make a bit of a big deal out of it, even considering the circumstances. Hermione gasped in shock and appreciation when candelabras lit throughout the space and her eyes darted all over.
The Library was huge and went up two stories. The ceiling was cathedral in its making, painted in such a way it reminded her of the Sistine Chapel. There were huge world globes filling the center of the expanse with a few nooks that held desks and lamps. Bookcases were separated with large, carved spiral columns, their bases blocked and intricately designed. The bookcases and walls were wooden and stained with warm, comforting tones of brown. The balcony was scalloped and ran the edges of the entire room. It was blocked off with an ornate iron barricade. The floors were stone with alternating square and diamond patters in a creamy gold and a dark brown.
Lucius had to work to keep his face straight as his submissive looked like she was about to cream her knickers just because of the room they were in. Once she came back to herself and her eyes dropped again to the floor, he raised his wand. “Accio dictionary.”
A huge, elaborately covered tome came flying at them and Lucius directed it to elegantly settle itself on the nearest table. “Sit,” he directed Hermione. She complied, but he did not miss the confused look on her face.
“I will give you a handful of words to look up. You will recite the definition that rings the truest for you. The one that defines what each word would mean between you and me.” He waited a moment and she nodded. “We will begin. Tell me the definition of the word promise,” he said softly.
She hesitated for only a moment before reaching for the book and opening it carefully. It took a couple minutes, but soon she was reading aloud. “Promise. Noun. A declaration or assurance that one will do a particular thing or that a particular thing will happen.”
“Trust.”
Again, she flipped through the book. “Trust. Noun. Firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone.”
He continued their interaction. “Obedience.”
“Compliance with an order, request, or law – or submission to another’s authority.”
“Control.”
“The power to restrain something, especially one’s own emotions or actions.”
“Abstinence.”
“The fact or practice of restraining oneself from indulging in something.”
“Consequence.”
“A result or effect of an action or condition.”
“Disappointment.”
“A feeling of sadness or displeasure caused by the nonfulfillment of one’s hopes or expectations.”
“Pride.”
“A feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction as a result of the achievements, qualities or possessions of someone with whom one is closely associated.”
“Forgive.”
“To stop feeling angry or resentful towards someone for an offense, flaw, or mistake.”
“Good, that’s enough,” Lucius was doing his best to control his emotions. Hermione had become more and more distraught through the reading of each definition. He did feel good about the lesson she was learning, however, and he would not be striking her as hard as he had done for her last punishment. Hopefully he would meet her needs.
“Stand, take your knickers down, and bend over the table, love,” he said quietly, arranging his features to remain impassive when she started sniffling. “That’s a girl,” he told her when she was in position with her knickers around her knees. “Hold on to the other side of the table so you’re not tempted to reach back. Good girl. Your safewords are yellow and red, you will use them if you need to.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
“I will strike you with my belt seven times,” he reminded her. “You do not need to count, but you must listen.”
If she was confused, she didn’t let on. “Yes, Master,” she said again.
Slowly, he undid his belt while purposely letting her hear each clank of the buckle before loudly pulling it through the loops on his trousers. He stepped back, lined up his first strike and started his speech, emphasizing each word he had made her look up the definition for.
“You made a PROMISE,” he struck on the word promise, then paused. Slowly he started speaking again, “that I TRUSTED.” The next blow landed with the significant word, perfectly underneath the first. She jerked a little but made no noise.
“It required OBEDIENCE…” CRACK. A whimper from her. Pause.
“…CONTROL…” CRACK. A gasp. Pause.
“…and ABSTINENCE.” CRACK. A small sob. Pause. He could hear her sniffles and see how tense she was holding herself. He had not hit her harder than a seven and would not be increasing the strength for the last strikes. He was filling a need – he had no desire to turn her into a blubbering mess. He continued.
“There are CONSEQUENCES…” CRACK. Another soft cry. Pause. “…for your actions.”
He took a deep breath. “I am DISAPPOINTED…” CRACK. “…that you felt this punishment was needed.”
Lucius dropped the belt when Hermione started to sob a little louder and pulled her up and into his arms. Burying his face into her unruly hair, he sat them into the nearest overstuffed chair. Once settled, he took her face between his hands and pulled back, so he could kiss away her tears as he continued his little speech. “I am PROUD of how you handled not only this punishment, but what happened with Snape earlier in the week. I did not feel this was needed but fulfilled your request to meet your needs and assuage your guilt.” Her eyes were locked with his and when he told her of his pride her face crumpled, and she started to cry harder. “You are FORGIVEN, Hermione. Now shhh.” He tucked her face against his chest and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
As Lucius rocked her gently side to side, the last vestiges of Hermione’s guilt poured out of her in the form of tears. He occasionally pressed gentle kisses into her curls that brought back the warm, cherished feeling he had left her with when he had bathed her on New Year’s.
Hermione had relaxed into him completely, her arms curled under herself as he cradled her into his chest. Her mind, free from her own self-loathing for the first time all week, whirled with what had just transpired. How had he known? How had he understood her so completely? How was it possible for him to take her apart piece by piece and have her come out the other side of a punishment feeling entirely whole again?
A deep sense of warmth and peace had settled over her like a warm blanket. The feel of his hands on her back and his lips in her hair had shifted. Instead of being comforting, they were slowly stroking her libido – nudging it just enough to ignite a low fire in her belly.
Slowly, Hermione pulled back from Lucius and met his eyes. “How do you do that?” she murmured. Seemingly of their own mind, her hands floated up to curl around his neck and her fingers caressed his jaw.
Lucius looked bemused as he answered her. “Do what, Hermione?”
“Know exactly what I need? Know how to set everything right again?”
He did not miss the way her voice had changed. She sounded a bit drugged, but there was an underlying resonance of desire and need. “If there is one thing we can say of the past eight weeks, it’s that you and I have come to know each other very well. Your sessions of late have been almost flawless, you respond to me perfectly every time. We are very compatible as a Dominant and submissive, pet.” He paused for a moment, distracted by the way her fingers were tracing patterns onto the skin of his neck and jaw and cheeks. “You could also say it’s my job to know what you need.”
She nodded, her gaze slowly moving from his eyes to his lips and back. Apparently, he wasn’t as in tune with her as he had just so pridefully described because he was very taken aback when she leaned forward and covered his mouth with her own while her hands slid up the back of his neck and tangled in his hair. His erection, which had faded as he had held her while she cried, came back full force when her tongue tapped insistently at his mouth.
The moment their tongues touched, Lucius knew there would be no stopping what was about to happen. He hadn’t the strength – not when she needed him so – even if it wouldn’t be appropriate. Even if it was the wrong move to make. She was seeking his comfort, his affection – his love. And he was ever so willing to give it to her, no matter the promises he had made to himself and to his friend.
Hermione shifted in his lap, so that she was straddling him in the chair. Her fingers moved quickly to the buttons of his silk dress shirt. As she unhooked each one, Lucius effortlessly undid his fly and rolled his hips, so he could push his pants and boxers over his bum to his knees where they fell with gravity’s assistance to his ankles.
It felt like her hands were everywhere – in his hair, gliding over the features of his face, caressing his neck, running over his chest. Her fingers tweaked his nipples before her palms smoothed a path up to his shoulders and down his arms. He stroked the satiny-smooth skin of her lower back, tracing the indentation of her spine before guiding her hips so her pussy slid deliciously over his prick.
He reached down to line himself up with her dewy entrance and slid up, in, and home. She settled down over the top of him and caught his eyes with her own. They were wide, full of unspoken emotion, and damp with tears. He feared his were as well and was terrified she’d see how naked and vulnerable he was to her.
When he raised his hips to move within her, her eyes slid shut at the same time her teeth caught her lower lip. One shoulder curled to her chin as her head fell back and a low, sweet mewl left her as she moved to meet him. Jesus fuck, she was beautiful.
“Mmm,” she hummed before tilting her head forward again to recapture his gaze. “Oh, gods,” she whispered, letting her forehead fall to his. “You feel incredible like this.”
Lucius gripped her hips gently and opened his mouth to speak – but no words came. There were no words. Her curls were all around them, the scent of lavender and vanilla was all he was breathing in. Lucius had never had her like this. The weeks between New Years and now had been filled with many rounds of heady and heated sex – but he hadn’t taken her slow since that night. He hadn’t taken her where she wasn’t tied or clamped or trapped somehow. He hadn’t taken her when he could kiss her at the same time. And he had never let her be in control of their couplings.
As her mouth met his again, her tongue slid along his in a lazy, intimate, and penetrating kiss. He ignored the instincts telling him to take over. The one’s that told him to change the lovemaking into Dominance. Instead, he gave in to his needs for once. The need he hadn’t had met since Narcissa. His need to be taken, his need to be touched, his need to let go.
Against his better judgement, he let her keep control. And as she rolled her hips, moving them in a rhythm older than time itself, he understood why. He understood exactly why he had not allowed this intimacy. Because in this very moment he realized that he didn’t just love Hermione Granger, he was in love with her. Completely. Deeply. Irrevocably. And that was a very, very bad thing.
February 19^th
10:22 PM
Master,
I’ve taken my assignment to heart, and while I didn’t intentionally write you a book I find I tend to be a bit wordy when I write essays. Just ask Professor Snape, he can vouch for me.
I didn’t feel that what happened between Severus and me the Saturday before last was wrong, per say. What I hated about it what the feeling that I should keep it from you because I was worried you’d be upset or – worse – disappointed. Then when I did keep it from you, my guilt for not trusting you (and myself) got the better of me. This all, of course, accumulated into the scene we had at the Manor Sunday evening.
Your exercise followed by the punishment I requested helped drive home that I need to trust my Master, yes, but above all I need to trust myself. Thank you for being the incredible man that you are – you will be why I succeed in this world and in my next relationship. Please know that.
As for moving things to the next step with Severus. I have to admit I’m hesitant. We’ve been dating now for a little over seven weeks. Could we use more time…? Maybe. And in the same breath, perhaps taking baby steps and not just jumping right into a heavy BDSM relationship with him the moment you have released me feels like the safer and more logical way to go.
I know you’re unsure of how much time we have left, and I wish to assure you that I am in no rush to end our contract. I will never, ever regret this time I’ve had with you. It’s been utter perfection. I think that you taking the time to help Severus and I control our overt and sometimes bewildering desire for each other by setting limits will help us grow as a couple. Having restrictions on how fast we can move makes us sit back and take our time. We are both logical and bright individuals, but somehow when we were thrown together at first, we tended to make terrible decisions and acted without thinking.
Since we’ve been forced to back down and think about the consequences of said actions, we have finally gotten to know each other on a deeper level. We’ve found that we both enjoy books and research. We like a lot of the same movies and enjoy similar taste in some of music choices. We like to cook and are both into physical fitness.
We enjoy intellectual conversation and I have yet to be bored when I am with him. When we are quiet, we are content to just be with each other (unless that spark that follows us around is suddenly ignited).
I feel what Severus and I have built these last weeks is a really great foundation. So ultimately…do I feel like we’re ready to take our physical relationship up a step? Yes, I believe so – but only if you feel I am ready for this step. I trust your judgement above mine in this situation. Whatever you decide, I will comply with happily.
Thank you again for being the incredible man you are.

Love,
Hermione
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission