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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 58478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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AN: LD and I are thrilled by the reception we received from our trilogy announcement! It warms our hearts to know so many readers out there are invested in this story enough to find this declaration to be a good thing! There is so much more to come in this adventure and we are very excited about it. The first book will end with chapter 31 so it's not far off!
We would like to send out a huge thank you to our new Beta - Raynephoenix !! She has graciously offered her assistance and we are very pleased to have her on board! She has not only assisted with this chapter, but has agreed to go through all the prior ones as well. This is quite a task and we are grateful beyond words!
Thanks as always for all comments and reviews!!! ~Snow
Chapter Twenty-Seven
BETA: Raynephoenix2
Draco, Snape, and Lucius stepped out of the café and into the cool mid-day air. It was the first Thursday of the last month in the quarter, which meant the three men had lunch and talked business. For the past three years, Draco had been included in a quarterly meeting with his father and godfather to discuss The Dungeon's affairs. It was no secret that Draco would one day inherit the club from the two older wizards and it had been agreed that while the younger Malfoy currently held no controlling interest in the business, he should be kept abreast of the finer points all the same. So, it was on these Thursday meetings that Draco was informed of profit margins, expenses, and staff concerns as well as any plans for expansion or growth.
As they walked towards the Apparition point, Draco pondered what had been discussed. The club was doing very well. It had two levels of membership; one allowed access to the main room floor only and the other included unlimited access to the upstairs fetish rooms and private areas downstairs as well. The general membership was for the individuals who were interested and involved in the lifestyle but only wanted the club as a social point. These members typically used the club to meet with like-minded individuals, make new friends, and scout out potential partners. This membership held an annual fee of one hundred galleons and the club did very well financially based on the thousands of members who paid this base fee – for its members were not limited to the UK. After all, The Dungeon was only a portkey and an Apparition away for like-minded magicians all over Europe.
While there were magical kink clubs scattered throughout the globe, with the exception of the clubs 'Obedience' in Amsterdam and 'Dirty Deeds' in Salem, The Dungeon was considered the crème de la crème when it came to fetish fuckery. With its premium members paying a deluxe membership fee of two hundred and fifty galleons annually, it was important to maintain that reputation and Lucius and Severus took great pains to keep the club interesting.
It was with this in mind that the three wizards found themselves at the portkey authority office securing a one thirty departure for St. Moritz, Switzerland. From there, a short Apparition would find them at the home of the foremost Master of Interior Design Charms and renowned recluse, Caspari Keller. Keller had been responsible for the design and functionality of the majority of the fetish rooms at The Dungeon. His best work to date, in Draco's opinion, was the outdoor forest where he had scened with Granger and the church replication. However, it had been over two years since the Dungeon had added a new room. It was time to make the investment, and it was an expensive investment for Caspari Keller did not come cheap.
When they arrived at the elderly wizard's home, Draco should not have been surprised to find that what looked like a small and quaint house on the outside was actually a monumental castle on the inside. Expecting a man of such wealth and reputation to have his pick of witches, Draco was even more surprised to find the wizard still besotted with his equally elderly and not so spry wife, Adheliza.
All three English wizards had chuckled when Caspari had introduced Adheliza as his blushing bride of over ninety years. He estimated the couple to be between 110 and 120 years old, and Draco found himself drawn to the light touches and sweet glances the elderly couple shared while trying not to stare. Did elderly people still have sex? It was not something he had ever really thought about before, but there was no doubt this couple held great affection for each other. It made Draco feel a bit warm and a little reassured that life could have great things in store for him.
He had to admit the thought of loving one woman and one woman only for a lifetime was…well… was that even possible? Certainly, couples stayed together and held true to their marriage vows, but Draco had always assumed that at a random point most couples ceased a romantic love and assumed more of a friendship and companionship role for each other. However, seeing Caspari and Adheliza together, he felt that assumption tested. He looked at his father and hoped that Narcissa had not been the only true love for the man. He was only fifty-one after all, surely there was another love out there for him. Draco then looked at his Godfather and couldn't help but wonder if Granger could be the one for either of them?
His thoughts were pulled to the task at hand when Caspari showed them the role play room designs he had conjured for their perusal. Lucius had put on his glasses and was particularly interested in a prison cell design, while Severus was scrutinizing the drawings of something Draco was not as familiar with – Muggle fairy tales. More specifically, Cinderella and Little Red Riding Hood. Draco thought he might have heard of them, but he wasn't quite sure. Severus was very intrigued and felt the scenarios could prove to be very popular, especially to the growing muggle-born membership. Draco decided it was something he would ask Granger about at a later time.
The younger Malfoy was particularly surprised when he saw the room Caspari had already been paid to design. It was a room his Godfather had sworn would never be included at the club and yet here it was – in the final stages of approval. Lucius and Severus both looked it over and after a brief discussion, gave Caspari the final go ahead for it and contracted the wizard to further explore and develop the fairy tale and prison cell rooms. They declined interest in the Auror interrogation room and Arabian Harem tent for the time being.
By the time they made it back to the Manor, it was after four. Deciding they would share a drink, the three headed into Lucius' study and took their usual seats; Lucius and Severus in the wingback chairs and Draco on the sofa. Sipping on their whiskey's, onyx eyes fixed on Draco. "I haven't seen you with M yet, Drake. She was your school mate for seven years, not to mention a Slytherin. Do you not wish to reacquaint yourself with her?"
Draco rolled his eyes at the knowing looks the older wizards were bestowing. He had managed not to think about the witch all day and now the plethora of emotions and thoughts that accompanied the vision of her flooded him once again. The tinkling of ice in his glass reverberated throughout the room as he polished off his drink and put the heavy crystal tumbler on the table to his right. "I…I don't think she wants to talk to me, much less…anything more than that."
Lucius' eyebrows knitted together as he watched his normally confident son seem to sink in on himself. "Now, why would you think that?"
Draco let out a deep breath. "She doesn't even look my direction at the club. I've tried to at least make eye contact, but she…it's like she is deliberately ignoring me." He shrugged lightly and said as an afterthought, "Not that I blame her." His voice could barely be heard.
Severus studied his godson. Feeling he had a better understanding on the situation than Lucius, he advised the younger man, "I have recently learned that apologies can have wonderful consequences." Both blond wizards looked at him, understanding exactly what he was referring to, but the darker wizard kept his focus solely on the man who was like a son to him.
"It's different, Severus. I didn't just make a couple mistakes. I treated her horribly for most of the seven years we were in school and ignored her the rest. I blew off her attempts at friendship and worse - I called her a fat cow when she asked me to the Yule Ball. I was…" He let out a breath. "Oh, man...I was awful."
Lucius watched his son thoughtfully for a moment and then spoke calmly but firmly. "All the more reason for you to approach her then. You owe the witch an apology, and by the sounds of it, a good one."
Draco let out a small dismissive huff. Fighting his innate desire to simply clam up and speak no more of the sordid situation, he continued in a small voice. "She'll just say I'm being opportunistic and don't really mean it. She'll think I just want to fuck her."
Lucius pressed his point. "Well, I'm curious. Isn't that what you want? Who's to say she wouldn't be game. You know…show you what you're missing out on. It might be a grudge fuck on her part, but would you care? The end result is the same, after all. Besides, it's the perfect punishment scenario…right up your alley."
Severus shot a curious gaze at his best friend. These were not the words he expected out of Lucius' mouth. Then he understood, Lucius wasn't advising, he was fishing. To Severus' amusement, Draco swallowed the bait easily. Lucius definitely knew his son's strings and pulled them like a master puppeteer.
Draco's tone was impatient and irritated. "I don't want to just fuck her. Well, of course I'd love for that to be on the menu, but it just feels wrong. Like I…like I don't deserve it…deserve her. I'm so ashamed of how I treated her. So many memories have started to come back." He shifted uncomfortably, ashamed to admit something that had plagued him for many years. "I think the worst, the absolute worst, was what happened in fifth year. She had a crush on BIaise something fierce. When he found out, he approached her and said he liked her and asked if she would meet him on the astronomy tower, so they could talk. She didn't believe him at first but after a while and a few days of trying she finally relented. So…there she was, by herself, standing on that awful tower one night waiting for him and then he shows up on his broom with Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and me in tow and we proceeded to throw pastries at her." Draco had his head in his hands as he stared at the floor. "The thing is, I felt sick to my stomach as I did it but I laughed and played along and was as guilty as the next asshole because I was too weak to stand up to my friends."
Severus' jaw fell open. This was not a story he had heard, and he thought he had heard them all when it came to his Slytherin's. "Merlin."
Draco swallowed, grabbed his glass and stood to re-approach the bar.
"Trust me. That's not your answer. Put the glass down and look at me, son."
Draco froze for a moment and then slowly did as his father demanded. Turning back to Lucius, he was shocked when instead of seeing well deserved disappointment in his father's eyes, he saw understanding. "We have each of us in this room made grave errors, Draco. We've made poor decisions and have done things we are ashamed of, but the only way to move past them is to do right by them. You owe her an apology. What you did was reprehensible, but you were also a child. A child who I raised to believe prejudice and superiority were not only acceptable but to be embraced. None of us believe that any more and I have spent the last eleven years of my life trying to make up for it. You are no longer that bully, and you need to make your amends as well. It starts with an apology. She may not accept it - that would be her choice and her right – but at least you can start to put that guilt behind you."
Draco walked back the sofa and collapsed on it, laying down while kicking his shoes to the floor.
Severus contemplated Lucius' words and added his own. "You called Hermione Granger a Mudblood…for years. You tormented her and her friends and took every opportunity to make her life miserable. And what is she now? She's one of your best friends, Draco. People have an immense capability to forgive but you have to give them the chance." Severus stood and put his half empty glass down. "On that note, I am due at Miss Granger's shortly and if I don't get moving, I'll be late. I will bid you both a good evening."
Draco didn't miss the crestfallen look on his father's face. It was brief and was quickly concealed with a mask of indifference, but Draco caught it all the same. As soon as Severus left, Draco turned to his father. "How about we head into Muggle-London for some pizza. Then we can go back to my place and play chess. You game?"
Fully expecting his father's usual refusal and claim of work to be done, he was surprised when after a moment's thought, Lucius turned back to him smiled. "You know what? That sounds like just the thing. Let me change out of my work robes."
So, it was with a lighter step that Draco entered the Ladies Parlour to wish his mother a good evening and it was with a flush of relief that he realized his father was right. An apology. It might not make everything ok, but it was a start. He felt better as a plan began to form.
"How can you even say that?" Hermione teased as she laughed heartily.
"Easily, it's true! The man was as bad as a second year as he is now. His robes were just a lot shorter and held significantly less buttons."
Hermione shook her head with playful admonishment as she pushed her plate away before resting her forearms on the table. "And what would Severus say if he knew you were telling such stories about him?"
Lucius' eyes twinkled with merriment as he leaned forward and disclosed conspiratorially, "Don't let him fool you, Doll. The man takes great pride and has worked very hard for his reputation. In truth, the only one he was ever nice towards was…" His face froze for a beat before he looked away, his expression suddenly a bit tense. Clearing his throat lightly, he picked up his glass before whispering, "Never mind." He swallowed the last of his wine before putting the glass down, seemingly in thought.
Hermione watched him for a moment. He had stopped himself from saying a name. Whether he was protecting Severus' confidence or her own feelings, Hermione couldn't be sure. Perhaps it was both. She smiled lightly. "You were going to say Lily, weren't you?"
His eyes flicked to hers with a touch of surprise, regarding her and clearly wondering how much the young witch knew. After a pause he nodded slightly. "Well, yes. She was really his only friend at that point, but it wasn't for the lack of trying on his schoolmate's parts. We all tried with him, but he was a very private and quiet kid and rather mature for his age. Which was why I, as a seventh year, had taken such interest in him. However, his regard towards myself and the other Slytherins was… indecipherable." Lucius tossed his napkin on the table. "But when he was with her? He was completely different. He was an open book and there was no question he thought the sun rose and fell with her."
Hermione maintained an open and calm façade, but the unwelcome twinge of jealousy and self-doubt could not be suppressed. She swigged her water goblet, frustrated with herself for feeling such an emotion. Lily was long dead and as such, Hermione had no wish to compete with her. After all, how do you compete with a woman who has likely become more and more perfect with each year that has passed since her death?
Hermione watched as a pensive look grew on Lucius' face. He absent-mindedly rubbed his thumb on the edge of his plate and seemed to be absorbed with a thought when he added, "After I graduated, I really didn't see him very much. Not until he was recruited, anyway." He looked up at Hermione. "He was so proud to have been sought after by such a powerful wizard."
His words took on an air of reverence as he continued. "But Severus saw the man for what he was long before the rest of us. And when that monster killed Lily? I thought for sure Severus' allegiance would waver, which of course it did. Only no one knew it, least of all me."
Curious, Hermione asked hesitantly, "Do you think if you had known Severus switched sides that you might have changed your ways sooner?"
Lucius looked pained as he shook his head. He went on to explain, "I was very wrapped up in my own circumstances, Hermione. Voldemort was preaching pureblood supremacy and it was music to my prejudiced ears. However, in truth, his behavior and cruelty bothered me…immensely. He made light of killing purebloods who got in his way, which to me challenged everything the despot had supposedly believed in. His actions contradicted his words, but it was of no matter because he vanished. While I was relieved he was gone, my innate prejudices lingered."
They were each lost in their thoughts for a moment before Lucius sighed heavily. "Well, nothing like a little light dinner conversation." Hermione let out a soft huff of amusement as she pondered their discussion. It was quiet for a spell and she realized he was watching her closely. She looked up at him in question, her eyes bright with curiosity.
He leaned back in his chair. "I realize tonight isn't a training night, but I have a proposition for you."
Now she was really curious. She gave him coy hint of a smile. "What sort of proposition? I'm intrigued."
He watched her as though deliberating whether to proceed and then flashed a small, warm smile. "I feel you are ready for anal sex. I also feel it might be easier and more comfortable if your first time is in a bed and somewhere you feel completely at ease. What I am not sure of is whether you would be more comfortable here, in your suite, or at the club."
Hermione was staring with wide-eyed shock. Whatever she'd thought he might bring up, this wasn't it. She felt a surge of excitement rush from her brain to her pounding chest and then to her gut. She blushed when she swore she felt her nether lips flutter. "Really?" she squeaked, unable to contain her excitement. With each week's enlarging of her plug, she'd hoped that would be the week; the week he would finally take her in the way her dirtiest and most secret masturbatory fantasies had imagined.
"Judging by your reaction, it appears you are in agreement." He chortled lightly. "I'm doing something I don't normally do, pet. I'm giving you a choice. We can do it tonight and here or we can do it Wednesday. If we do it Wednesday, we can still come here if you prefer."
Hermione's head was spinning. She'd wanted this for so long, but suddenly wisps of doubt clouded her determination. She chose her words carefully. "I've been very anxious to do this Lucius, as you know. I feel I'm physically ready and I would love to do it here, tonight. But…"
"But?"
"I'm not sure my mindset is really submissive right now. I'm not prepared. I mentally ready myself before our Wednesday and Friday night sessions because I have to turn everything else off in my head. I'm not in that headspace and I'm afraid I'll screw up and earn a punishment."
Lucius nodded in understanding, reaching out and taking her hand reassuringly. "All I require is your sexual submission, Hermione. Just do as I say and when I say. There will be no formal submitting if we do this tonight. You will not be kneeling, and you can address me and talk to me however you are most comfortable. Standard rules of submission will not apply." Releasing her hand, he plucked her bottom lip from her upper incisor's. "That being said, it's perfectly fine if you don't feel like tonight is the time."
Hermione glanced at her empty wine glass. She had only consumed one drink and she now noticed the rest of the bottle was not on the table.
Catching her thought, Lucius added, "Yes, only one glass a piece this evening. Enough to relax the tensions of the day, but not enough to cloud judgement to an extreme."
After a moment's further contemplation, Hermione giggled. "Merlin, I feel like a virgin at the senior Yule Ball."
Lucius' eyes lit up with wolfish delight. "Ah, what a delicious idea for a role play. We'll have to expand on that another night."
He was watching her, waiting for an answer. Convinced she had contemplated an appropriate amount of time, she nodded. "Yes, Lucius. Let's do it tonight…here."
Wasting no time, he pushed his chair from the table and stood to quickly step to hers. Easing her chair back, he took her hand and assisted her to stand. Hermione needed no more help standing than a fish needed a hand to swim, but she was used to this wizard's formality and impeccable manners. It was the way he rolled, and Hermione had grown to fancy it while dining at the Manor.
When they approached the door to what Lucius had referred to as her suite, he held it open and she stepped into the warm and welcoming space. It was as she remembered, luxurious and lavish yet somehow warm and inviting. He took her hand. "This is your suite, Hermione. Whenever you have need of it. Not just while you are contracted to me. The wards are already set to allow your entry and the house elves have been instructed to assist you as needed. While you have not used it since New Year's, it is always available to you."
She turned to him and touched his cheek gently with her fingertips. "What did I ever do to deserve you, Lucius." Unable to resist, she pulled him close and hugged him tightly. "I love you tons, Lucius. Thank you for being so wonderful!"
Nestling his cheek into her curly locks he inhaled her sweet scent, wanting no more in this moment than to keep holding her. Exhaling deeply, he shook it off and answered lightly, "I love you too, pet." He patted her bottom and kissed the top of her head. "Now, how about you undress me."
Stepping back, Hermione reached up and unbuttoned each delicate, pearl button from its accompanying silk bind of his shirt. She had long ago quit marveling at the wealth of the wizard before her. Every bit of clothing he wore, mind the occasional muggle jeans and t-shirt (which she had only ever seen him in once) was handmade. Buttons made of pearl, onyx, and even opal were a common thing. His shirts and trousers were hand made in Paris or Italy and were of the finest silks and weaves. It was mindboggling when she really thought about it, so she chose not to.
She couldn't help but admire the planes of his chest as she slid his shirt down his arms. Arms that were strong but not large and bulky with muscle. They were defined and smooth and could wield her about as though she were a feather. When she reached for his belt buckle, a firm and soft hand draped over hers and stilled her.
Alluring hazelnut eyes that questioned what he wanted glowed up at him. Softly touching her cheek, he instructed, "In the loo there is a vial on the vanity. A potion, it will…prepare you. Cleanse you." He watched the predictable soft blush of her pale skin. Tilting her chin up, he smirked. "Be glad such a potion exists, pet. It was a mere ten years ago that it was not available. Enema's were the standard of practice."
Hermione stepped back, a barely concealed look of disgust on her face. "Well, if I ever meet the amazing mind that developed the potion, please enlighten me so that I can thank him or her."
Lucius laughed. "I believe you have a date with him on Tuesday."
Hermione's jaw fell. "What? Seriously?"
Lucius shrugged. "Severus holds patents on several potions, my dear. He has a small lab off his flat and a large one in the basement of The Dungeon. He's always working on something." Lucius looked at her questioningly. "He hasn't told you?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, he hasn't." In all their dates, Severus rarely spoke of himself. She would ask, but he always found a way to turn the conversation back towards her.
Sensing her frustration, Lucius added, "Don't let it bother you, Doll. He'll tell you if you ask, he's just not one to toot his own horn so to speak."
In that moment, Hermione realized how the two men were almost polar opposites of each other. Except for the Dominance proclivity that was. One had dark hair and eyes and was brooding and private and taciturn. The other was platinum haired with steel grey eyes and was outgoing, basked in attention, and liked to show off.
Having gotten lost in her thoughts, she started when Lucius smacked her bottom. "Run along now. Take the potion or I'll pull out the enema kit."
"I'm going! I'm going," she proclaimed as she dashed for the en-suite. After emptying her bladder, Hermione noticed the small blue vial. 'Colon Tonic' Drink entire vial. Allow ten minutes for full efficacy. Popping the cork, she drank it down quickly. A fizzy feeling in her bottom made her cringe, but thankfully the sensation was short lived. Spotting the beautiful, peacock-blue silk robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, Hermione figured she may as well get comfortable and undressed completely before letting her hair down and slipping it on.
Stepping back into the bedroom, the lights had been dimmed and Lucius was standing by the now lit fire, one hand on the mantle as he stared into the blaze. Sensing her quiet presence, he turned back to face her. Hermione felt prurient yearning overcome her when she saw his lascivious and prowling eyes flit hungrily down her form. Here she was, wrapped in a beautiful yet simple silk robe but judging by his reaction, she could have been naked and dipped in caramel with hundreds of million-Galleon notes clinging to her skin. She suppressed a chuckle and marveled at how desirable this wizard made her feel.
"Take it off," he practically growled. "Slowly."
Hermione swallowed heavily as she delicately untied the sash of the robe. His eyes stayed on hers until the strips of silk fell to her side. She could practically feel the heat from his stare on her breasts, stomach, and thighs as his focus slowly crept down her form like warm honey. A quick up-tilt of his chin and another penetrating stare left no question he wanted the robe off. Shrugging her shoulders back, the robe slipped down her body into a puddle at her feet.
"Come here." His voice sounded raw. He began to unbuckle his trousers as he drank in the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, and the sway of her hips.
As she approached, she felt empowered by the desire she spawned in him. Hermione paused when she was only inches away from his chest, close enough that her hardened and peaked nipples were merely a hair's breadth from touching his abdomen with each inhalation of air. Unable to stand it, she looked up at him and her wanting eyes left no question of how she longed for his touch.
She closed her eyes when his hand cupped her cheek and he moved in for a soft kiss. It was quickly followed by another before another, more urgent claim on her mouth left her bottom lip sucked into the clutches of his teeth. He bit down, hard enough to elicit a soft yelp of pain but not hard enough to break the skin. Her hand shot up to her bottom lip as he pulled back. Her surprise obvious, he leaned forward and whispered, "A man can only take so much, Miss Granger. That lip has been begging to be tamed."
Pulling back, he grinned shamelessly. "Come, pet. That delectable ass of yours needs taming as well." He swatted her bottom and demanded, "On the bed, now."
Hermione was surprised by Lucius and his almost predatory-like behavior. It was a different flavor from her Master that was hardly unwelcome, yet very different from the emotionally reserved Dominance he had been displaying the past several weeks. He was playful and even occasionally flirtatious during their Sunday evening get togethers, but he had slowly become more distant and formal – one might even say strict – during their sessions. Hermione felt it was because she was progressing with her training and he was giving her a taste of what she might expect from some Dominants and possibly even from Severus. Sometimes it was a turn-on, other times she wanted the familiar Lucius who was sexy and demanding, but not distant. Her Master, instead of A Master.
Tonight, in just the past few minutes, he was something else entirely…needy and possessive. A niggling tug at the recesses of her brain questioned the source of his behavior and her reaction to it. She dismissed it instantly. He was her Master and they shared a great sexual chemistry and affection for each other. That was all.
The bed was tall, so she had to turn her back towards it and hoist herself up. It was anything but sexy or graceful and all the pride of her earlier sexual prowess went out the window when Lucius chuckled. He on the other hand, merely slid on the bed with lissom ease. "Hmm, I'll have Tinny provide you with a lady's stepping stool," he went on to say, amusement rich in his eyes.
His mirth was short lived however and Hermione once again felt like the main course at a starving man's banquet when Lucius looked at her with carnivorous intent. He must really like buggering. Perhaps it was a touch of fear or perhaps it was a touch of nervous hysteria, but Hermione suddenly found humor in her thought and burst into a fit of laughter that left her eyes watering and her hands clutching her sides as she struggled to breathe.
"And what, pray tell, has left you to abandon your facilities at such a moment?"
Slowly regaining her control, her eyes met his finding them less concerned than playfully curious. His lips twitched as he tried to suppress his own hilarity which was surely a contagious reaction to her own. Unable to resist, she slithered towards him and captured his mouth with her own. The kiss was playful, and she quickly found herself tossed onto her back as his fingers found congress tickling her sides causing her to squeal with painful delight. His lips proceeded to plant kisses on her cheeks, forehead and neck as he teased, his body preventing her escape. "Hmm, your fit of giggles is a mystery, yet I find myself quite addicted to them."
Her words were gasping as she sought lungsful of air while his fingers slowed their assault, "Luc…Lucius! Please…."
"Ah, I do so like it when you beg, my dear," he whispered hungrily as his mouth found purchase on her right nipple where his teeth clamped down just shy of painfully.
"Fuck," she growled as his attentions continued to focus on her sensitive buds. He pressed her breasts together as his tongue laved luxuriously from one peak to the other. Her fingers tangled into his silky, thick blond locks and her nails scraped his scalp.
His right hand grasped first one wrist and then the other. A whispered incantation and both wrists were tugged above her head where they were pinned by an unidentifiable force. His hands now free, they wrapped around her petite rib cage, his thumbs flicking her rosy bullets as his palms massaged her sides and his fingers her back. Her body arched in gluttonous need as his lips ravenously trailed to her navel. A soft whine escaped her trembling lips as his hands skimmed down her sides and crept to her hips.
"Oh, Gods," she keened when his mouth skimmed her folds before kissing the tender skin where her inner left thigh met her groin. His strong hands with their long, lithe fingers made light work of grasping under her legs and flipping them up and over her torso, leaving her knees pressed against her ears and her bottom up in the air before him, a platter for the taking. Lucius had many times commented on how limber she was and in turn made a point of enjoying her body in positions she had never imagined.
Hermione would have rocketed out of the bed had she not been restrained by his strong grip, as well as the enchantment on her wrists, when his tongue scandalously violated her puckered hole. A lewd and desperate rasp escaped her lips as his tongue plundered her most sinfully. She had never felt more deliciously depraved than in this moment.
"Oh, yes! Fuck!" she cried out, her voice choked as her eyes rolled uncontrollably, gazing without sight at the ceiling above. Her mouth fell open as her breathing came in short pants. His assault continued mercilessly, his tongue an expert at its current occupation. The coil within was twisting and tightening, her release so close.
"Mmm, pet," he mewled, "such a wicked little witch to enjoy having her arse licked so perversely. You're my little slut, aren't you?"
A strangled whimper was all she could manage when his mouth suddenly clamped on her clit. Hermione saw stars as her orgasm shot her into the milky way, leaving her floating without a gravitational pull back to earth.
It could have been seconds, it could have been minutes, it could have been a day. "Breathe, pet. Breathe." Hermione could hear the whispered words yet could not fathom their meaning. As she slowly regained conscious comprehension, she felt her hands released from their restraint as Lucius sinuously slid behind her. Rolling her to her left side, he wrapped her like a cocoon in his comforting limbs. Her head lolled back and rested against his shoulder, his upper body supported by his left forearm against the mattress. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered villainous words that caused a tingle of anticipation to tickle her belly. "I'm going to fuck your arse now, Miss Granger."
Her body was languid and loose from her orgasm and she merely sighed as a strong hand lifted her right leg, pulling it back to drape over his thigh. A mumbled word from behind her resulted in a soft vibration over her clit. The intensity was minimal but her tender nerve bundle shuddered from the stimulation and her back arched, pressing her bottom into a very hard erection. Long, warm fingers rubbed her sopping folds as deviant words caused her breath to hitch. "Mmm, your pussy's nectar is straight from Eden."
The fingers, now dripping, moved to her rear entrance which was already wet from Lucius' talented tongue and mouth. Hermione avariciously arched her back further, a soft whine falling from her mouth as his slender digits supplely teased her rear opening with her own juices. Another unintelligible whisper from behind caused the intensity of the vibrations on her clit to increase. "Gah…Fuck me!" She squealed, as she wantonly rubbed her nub against the blissful tremor.
"Yes, I intend to," he whispered from behind her with a light chuckle. She could feel him shift and then a cool gel was smothered over her entrance before the sloppy sound of slathering and stroking his cock caused her to swallow nervously. The reality that this was finally happening causing her heart to race.
His voice was no longer sultry and teasing but commanding while somehow remaining soft and comforting. "You will tell me to stop if it becomes too much. This will be slow. You need to breathe, Doll."
She took a deep breath as she felt the pressure of a finger press into her slowly. It was smaller than her current plug and while stimulating, was not uncomfortable. The pressure of a second finger working its way in caused a rush of heat and she could feel her brow begin to sweat. A third finger left her panting and his hand stilled when she let out a soft, needy sob.
"It's ok, love. I've got you. Breathe."
His fingers suddenly abandoned her as she felt him shift and press his cock against the now needy orifice.
"Breathe, Hermione. Here we go." Pressure. Intense pressure. "Push, pet. Bear down."
"Oh, Merlin," she whispered nervously as she followed his instruction. It was the same instruction he had given with every plug insertion. She felt a stab of sharp pain as he pressed forward slightly, the mushroom tip of his cock pushing past her tight outer ring. "Oh…ouch. Ohhhh." Her lip quivered from the pain as well as from the intensity. A small part of her wanted him to stop, maybe she didn't want this after all, but she was determined and wanted to see this through.
Lucius wasn't sure if he was talking to her or himself as he once again demanded. "Breathe, breathe." She was so petite and so tight, it was a struggle not to plow into her inviting heat.
She swallowed and took a deep breath feeling her body slowly adjust to the intrusion. He was definitely bigger than the current plug she was using. He didn't move, and the pain dissipated slowly. His left hand rested on her forehead, stroking the sweat-tinged strands back soothingly. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head as another whisper caused the vibration on her clit to intensify. She felt an ignition of intense pleasure as the vibration caused her to grind her hips, increasing the stimulation animalistically and without conscious intent. More pressure from behind as she felt his girth slide in a little further before he paused once again.
Lucius' voice was coarse, his words almost winded. "Such a good girl, taking her Master's cock in such a naughty way."
No longer feeling pain so much as intense pressure and a bit of soreness, she couldn't resist the temptation of the delectable vibration on her nub or the sinful filling of her arse. She began to rock her pelvis forward and back, his hardness pressing further into her as the opposing vibration caused her to moan. "Easy," he whispered, his own control on the verge of slipping.
"More," she mewled. "Lucius, more." The pain was continuing to ebb, and her hips continued to move back and forth wantonly. The vibration was heaven and hell at the same time as her arousal could not be contained and her hips seemed to move of their own accord. Hermione began to cry out it desperate need, wanting to be filled. Craving it fervently. "Do it! Fuck me!"
Following her lead, yet not wanting to hurt her, Lucius pressed further into her heat as gently as possible, only to have her press back against him, sliding him further in. He couldn't contain his own breathy moan as his vision clouded. His breath caught in his throat as euphoria caused his eyes to roll. "Merlin and Morgana, witch."
Hermione lost all semblance of control when the vibration on her clit suddenly accelerated to the point of abandon. It was like a mini jack-hammer had been set loose on her nub.
Two words were her undoing. "Come, witch." A carnal scream escaped as her pussy quivered and pulsed while at the same time Lucius pushed against her, sheathing himself completely. As her walls pulsed and milked him with abandon, he slowly pulled back before inching forward once again. It took every ounce of control not to completely lose himself.
Hermione felt herself rocking, the aftershocks of her orgasm still causing her folds to quiver. The vibration stopped and all she felt was fullness as Lucius stilled. After a couple seconds he began slowly moving in and out, while never pulling out completely. As his speed increased, Hermione groaned. It felt divine, raw, hedonistic, and somehow empowering. Her leg had long fallen forward from his thigh and his hand was on her hip as his speed increased. His bollocks slapped against her folds with each thrust, the sound adding to her sense of divine depravity. "Go...ods...Lu...cius," her voice pipped out in small breathy mewls, matching the rhythm of his hips.
A sharp intake of breath accompanied by the feel of his slight swell within her was all her warning before he pulled out quickly and erupted his seed all over her lower back. His abrupt exit left her feeling empty and she let out a sad moan as she slowly pushed her legs out into a small stretch. Her brain only seemed capable of articulating one word. "Wow."
It was an unusually warm, calm day for March in the UK and the Weasley family was definitely taking advantage of the weather to celebrate the newest little bundle that had arrived the previous week. Percy and his wife Audrey welcomed their first child, a baby girl which they honored with the namesake Molly Ginevra after her grandmother and aunt.
"HG!" an obviously pregnant Ginny bellowed from across the lawn. Hermione's attention flickered to her friend but was instantly pulled to Ron's twins and James who were wrestling on the damp ground as she pushed through the white picket gate.
"Hey Gin!" Hermione couldn't help the joyful grin as she watched her Godson and "nephews" roll in the mud. "Thank goodness for magical cleaning and drying charms, yeah?" she teased as she reached the trio who cried their hellos to Hermione before dashing off only to tumble off into a different muddy spot of the yard.
"No kidding!" Ginny laughed, rubbing her forehead with one hand while she observed the rambunctious tots. "Otherwise it would be … what?"
"Stripping them down for a bath and treating the mud stains on their clothing." Hermione giggled when Ginny shuddered at the image her words most likely invoked.
At that moment, Harry came out of the house followed by Ron. Both were holding their wands aloft as bowls of food floated above them. Garlic bread, mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy, yum! "You made it!" Ron called to her.
"Wouldn't miss it!" Hermione agreed. "A new little one is certainly something to celebrate!"
"Here-here!" Bill raised a butterbeer from the other end of the table where he was sitting with the new parents while Audrey burped Molly II.
"Speaking of celebrating." Ginny's voice was low and at a conversational level. "How long have you and Snape been dating now?"
Hermione felt a blush rise to her cheeks. "Today's the…eleventh?" Ginny nodded. "We've officially hit nine weeks then."
"And it's going well?" This statement came in the form of a lackadaisical song and Hermione turned to see Luna waddling up to her.
"Hey, you!" Hermione said affectionately, wrapping and arm around Luna's back and giving her an awkward hug. Awkward because of how big her belly had gotten. "You look great! Where are you at?"
"Thirty-two weeks," Luna said offhandedly before refocusing on her curly-haired friend. "How's it going with Severus?"
Ginny shuddered, wrinkling her nose. "Gah! Don't call him that, Luna!"
"What? By his name?" Hermione snorted at Ginny's look of discomfort. "It is his name, Ginny. What…do you think I go around calling him Professor Snape?"
Ginny paused for a moment in consideration. "Well…I guess it depends on how kinky you two like to get…huh?"
Hermione felt her face flush and was positive she turned crimson in under a second. "Oooh! I can tell there's a story there…dish!" Ginny exclaimed.
"No," Hermione said simply. "There's no story. We haven't slept with each other since we've been dating."
Luna and Ginny both looked at her in surprise. "Seriously?" Ginny squeaked.
"Seriously," Hermione answered. "We've both struggled with relationships and we got off on the wrong foot before Christmas. We're taking it slow."
Luna wrinkled her brows in confusion. "Are you sleeping with the regal man then, 'Mione? Because I've been seeing some pretty steamy sex for you."
"Excuse me?" Hermione's heartrate instantly tripled. Crap on a cracker! The clairvoyant Luna Weasley nèe Lovegood strikes again!
Hermione's cheeks heated, and she couldn't keep flashes of her scene from Friday night from flooding her mind. Lucius had charmed a dildo to gently take her pussy while he had fucked her bum from behind. Chained spread eagle to a beam above and a pallet below, he had also bound her breasts and put a horse bit in her mouth. Hermione had orgasmed three times in less than twenty minutes while Lucius spilled filthy words in her ears. She shuddered at the memory of him climaxing in her arse as her third orgasm hit with his teeth buried in her neck to muffle his shouts. (Hence the reason for her high neck sweater and the added protection of a flowy, printed scarf to her outfit today. She was beyond letting him heal the marks he left on her as she cherished every single one.) It had been a very, very intense night. Immediately after, she had told him she wanted to do that again with two men – and soon. He had laughed heartily and kissed her soundly as he'd rubbed feeling back into her arms.
"Well..." The blonde looked at Hermione carefully and then shrugged. Hermione could read in her friend's face that Luna realized she had said something she shouldn't have. "Maybe I'm not quite right," she said in her faraway voice. "My pregnancy throws things off sometimes." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as Ginny's face fell with her disappointment. Perhaps she could confide in Luna…Luna was so completely unjudgmental.
"Come sit, Gin!" Harry demanded. "You need to get off your feet."
"You too, Lu!" Ron agreed sweetly.
The girls all made their way to the end of the table, settling down around the Weasley's already in place. Hermione sat next to Fleur, Bill was to Fleur's right and Audrey and Percy were across from them. Within touching distance was Ron, Harry, Ginny, Luna, George, and Angelina, and Arthur and Molly settled on the other side of them. The kids were hoisted in between parents with sticking and booster charms on their bums to prevent them from getting down or falling while putting them at the right height to eat comfortably. Hermione took charge of little James while Harry and Ron took Albus, Ares, and Apollo between them so Luna and Ginny could focus on eating for once. Just then, Molly made her way from the kitchen with two huge platters of roasted chicken pieces.
Food, wine, and conversation flowed merrily as the group talked loudly over each other. Everyone was laughing and sharing stories from kids or work. Hermione stayed quiet, soaking it all in, she was happy to just be a part of such a wonderful family.
"What about your new man, Hermione?" Fleur teased after a while. Hermione felt her face instantly go scarlet. Leave it to Fleur to ask such a question when everyone was mostly silent and focused on their food.
"You mean her old man?" Ginny quipped, but immediately ducked her head when Hermione threw her a venomous glare.
"I didn't know you were seeing anyone!" Molly exclaimed from the far end of the table. "Is he much older than you?"
Harry and Ron started snickering and Hermione was not blind to the bemused looks she was getting from the people at the table who obviously didn't know who she was dating. She cleared her throat and started to speak, but her voice came out in a squeak. She closed her eyes for a moment. You are twenty-seven years old. You are a grown woman with a successful attorney practice. Do not let this group of redheads intimidate you.
"Yes, Molly," she said carefully. "He is a bit older than I am," she paused and swallowed nervously, avoiding the curious eyes of those who were unaware of her dating life. "Severus Snape and I have been dating for a little over two months, now."
Silence.
Somehow, even the children knew to be quiet.
Hermione felt the heat of her cheeks grow hotter as she took in the stunned surprise of … well, of mostly the Weasley men (outside of Ron – who had already known). Molly, bless her, only let the uncomfortable silence go on for about two second before she said. "Oh, really? How wonderful! How is Severus?"
It was like a collective sigh had happened and the din of eating resumed while Hermione hesitantly answered questions. Angelina and George kept looking at her with partly gaping mouths as she spoke of Snape fondly and with obvious affection. She saw Percy and Bill exchange concerned looks as well, and felt her hackles rise.
While she was having a side conversation with Ginny and Luna about when they'd like to shop for the upcoming Victory Ball at the Ministry on May second, and whether or not she thought Snape would take her, she overheard Percy and Bill hissing to Harry.
"You're letting her see him?" Bill said.
"Aren't you concerned he's done something to her? I mean…" Percy trailed off, shaking his head slightly. "Look at her and think of him. How does a bloke like that get a bird like her?"
"Bill and Percy Weasley! Harry is not my father, and neither are any of you lot!" Hermione snapped, not able to take any more of their hushed conversation. Did they really think she couldn't hear them? "I'll have you know that this bird went after that bloke and not the other way around. Severus Snape is an intelligent, sophisticated man," with the cock the size of a large cucumber and a penchant for tying me up just how I like it, "and is very good to me!"
She huffed before continuing, "And I've already told the boys," she glanced pointedly at Ron and Harry – who grimaced, "that he has a voice that makes me want to howl at the moon – " George started choking on his water while Bill's face contorted into a grimace of disgust and Arthur and Molly both burst into giggles. Hermione almost started laughing herself when she noticed Angelina's contemplative face before she cocked her head to the side and gave a slight shrug and nod that told Hermione the girl understood what she was talking about. "So, unless you really want me to get detailed as to what –"
She was interrupted again by Percy sputtering, "No, no! We're good. Aren't we, Bill?" Percy's face was beat red face and Bill was nodding furiously.
"Good," Hermione said firmly.
Ginny had followed the whole exchange with a shit-eating grin on her face. "Gods, I love it when you boys get HG going like that. She's something when that lawyer voice gets whipped out, isn't she?" She laughed when her brothers mumbled their agreement.
"Hermione, dear?" Molly called from the end of the table while other conversations started to pick back up now that Hermione's little outburst was over.
"Yes, Molly?"
"I'd really like for you to bring Severus for Easter; do you think he'll be willing?" The matriarch's face was bright with her earnest and Hermione's stomach flipped.
Would Severus come to my family's Easter celebration? She didn't know but somehow doubted he'd be enthusiastic about it. "I'll ask him, and owl you if that's all right?"
"Of course, dear."
AN: IF YOU PLAN TO FOLLOW THIS STORY TO THE END, PLEASE READ THIS.
First - sorry this AN is super long, but what we have to say is important if you wish to continue this story and not get lost. After a lot of thought and consideration, Snowblind12 and LissaDream have decided to split this into a trilogy. Chapter 31 will be the last the in the first installment that we are dubbing the Master Mine series. We've decided to do this simply because of the enormity it has grown into. With what we have planned, we can safely say that this trilogy will be well over 700k words and 1,500 pages. As of the end of Chapter 26 we have reached 493 pages and 228,542 words. Our average chapter size is 8,750 words. So ... yeah.
The first book will be entitled Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission (MMS) – as you may have noted with the recent title change, the second Master Mine: A Lesson in Love (MML), and the third Master Mine: A Lesson in Forever (MMF).
Be sure to watch closely in order to follow the next installment.
Thank you all for the amazing support and excitement for this story that we are so devoted to and humbled to share with you. All our love! ~Lissa & Snow
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission