Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

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
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with JK Rowling or The Harry Potter franchise in anyway. I make no money off my stories.

Chapter List
- 27
- 28
- 29
Chapter Twenty-Eight
BETA: Raynephoenix2
It was really quite something…something Draco hadn’t ever thought possible. Severus Snape, at the Manor, with a date! The muggle game Granger had convinced him to play earlier in the week popped into his head. Colonel Mustard, in the library, with the candlestick. Brushing the odd thought aside, he watched the anomaly before him. He wondered in amusement if perhaps the sun would rise from the West in the morning.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, it’s not like he didn’t know Granger and Snape were dating, but somehow knowing about a thing didn’t always equate to seeing it. There they were, though, sitting beside each other on the sofa. Hermione was leaning into him, bestowing soft touches which Snape wasn’t swatting away or scowling about. It was surreal. In his entire life, Draco had never seen Snape with a woman who wasn’t with him as his submissive, and the man had certainly never brought a woman to the Manor.
Because Hermione and Snape were on the sofa, Draco found himself sitting in the chair Snape normally occupied. It was a simple thing, yet it was something else that added to the strangeness of the evening. Bilby flitted amongst them, refilling their drinks and it did not escape Draco’s notice that Lucius was on his third while everyone else was on their second. It also did not escape his notice how his father kept a discerning eye on the couple, although Draco was pleased to find his father more contemplative than anything. Then again, Draco was well aware Lucius was a master at disguising his emotions when needed. Years servicing a sadistic and mercurial megalomaniac had secured that particular talent. However, Lucius seemed to be in a good mood, exercising his typical social savoir faire.
Taking a large swallow and then setting his glass down, the older Malfoy stood. “So, I have something for us to enjoy this evening.”
Hermione and Severus exchanged curious glances. Peering back at his best friend, Severus offered a closed mouthed smile. “Ah, Lucius. You look positively delighted with yourself, but then again you always look that way.”
“Oh, Severus stop!” Hermione teased, playfully slapping his chest; a warm and firm chest she was currently nestled into. His left arm was draped lazily around her, holding her close.
Lucius dismissively chortled and gave her a playful grin. “Don’t concern yourself, pet. Severus is merely jealous that I possess a modicum more charm than that of a gutter rat, which is more than he can claim.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked to Draco. “Are they always like this?”
Draco nodded. “Pretty much.”
Hermione couldn’t contain her giggle. Her mood was buoyant and her worries light as she basked in the company of the three men. The second glass of wine was certainly contributing her high as well. “Well, I for one am interested in what the reveal is, so Lucius please continue.” Her eyes suddenly drew cautious and she pushed herself gently to sit up straight. “Unless…Unless this ‘thing’ you have for us to enjoy is at my expense. I still can’t believe you made me wear a chastity belt to lunch!”
A choking cough drew all eyes to the younger Malfoy. “Chastity belt?” His eyes darted quickly from Hermione to Lucius. “Really?”
Lucius merely shrugged. Severus pulled Hermione back to his side as Draco looked reproachfully at her and spoke with a tone of accusation. “How did you not tell me about this?”
“Well, I just didn’t – ”
“Where’s the pensieve? I’ve got to see this!” He demanded, looking at his father.
“No! No, no, no, no!” Her eyes turned to Lucius. “Limits, Lucius. There need to be limits!”
Lucius laughed, “Ah pet. I would never share a pensieve memory of anything we’ve done without your consent.”
Draco’s face fell in obvious disappointment.
Unable to resist, Severus goaded, “It was very minimal, Draco. More like a scrap of metal than a full, traditional belt.”
Hermione’s face fell into her hands and Lucius and Severus were chuckling in their shared amusement
Draco looked to Severus and then at Hermione, shaking his head, “Honestly, Granger. I thought we were friends.”
Her eyes shot up to his. “Yes, Draco. We are. Friends! Friends do not show each other pensieve memories of their most humiliating moments. Especially when it involves practically naked bits!”
“Those are the best ones to share!” He retorted indignantly.
Hermione let out a huff. “Can we please move the conversation away from its current course. I would like to at least pretend I’m not surrounded by three men who have each… Oh never mind.”
Lucius cocked a brow at her, his eyes alight with mirth. “This was your doing, pet. I merely stated I had something to share and you turned it towards its current path.”
“Yes, a mistake I will endeavor to not make again,” she proclaimed.
Severus sniggered lightly as he whispered soft words that sent shivers directly to her aforementioned bits. “I think you secretly love this predicament, little one. Surrounded by three men who have each…had you. The potential for any number of scenarios to play out. You can pretend all you like, but I venture the other two men in this room know it also to be a fact.”
Hermione felt heat fill her face as the truth of his words sunk in. He was right, of course he was right, but it didn’t mean she wanted to acknowledge it. Not here. Not now. She looked to her Dominant to find his knowing eyes on her. This only made her heart thrum faster. It was as though Lucius and Severus had attended a class; Hermione Granger 101 – an in-depth course focusing on the depravity behind the curls. Her quick glance at Draco found him nodding with a small grin. Clearly Severus’ words had been heard by all.
“Please. Can we please change the topic?” Her voice was slightly panicked as her desperate eyes looked to her Dominant, begging for a rescue.
Lucius’ gaze warmed, and he held his hand out to her. “Come. Let’s go outside. What I have to show you all is off the back patio.”
Hermione quickly leapt from Severus’ hold and approached Lucius, taking his hand. “Thank you, Lucius.” She looked back at Severus and stuck her tongue out playfully.
His penetrating eyes sent a spark of heat to her nether regions. Eyes that she had a feeling would not forget this conversation. When she was his…when that day came… would he remember it then? Would she pay a price? Smiling coquettishly, she reached her other hand out to him.
Severus considered her quick escape to the Dominant who seemed obliged to rescue her. He had briefly wondered if Lucius would encourage a different course. It would have been child’s play to convince her after all. However, with Draco present, it would be highly unlikely Lucius would go there.
As she held her hand out toward him, clearly feeling safe from Lucius’ unfortunate assistance, Severus shook his head with light reprove. Enjoy it now, witch. He leaned forward and took her hand as Lucius released her other one in a nonchalant fashion. Lucius stepped ahead of the group and lead them out of the study.
Hermione felt as though she might have gotten away with something as Severus’ fingers wove through hers and his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand. She nuzzled her cheek against his arm affectionately which earned her a quick glance from his beautiful, dark eyes. He kissed the top of her head and she let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.
As they stepped onto the back patio, Draco cast a warming charm as they approached a large brick structure that had not been there earlier in the week. As the four moved closer, Lucius looked back at Hermione, curious if she knew what it was. He was rewarded when her eyes grew large. “Lucius!” she squealed with merriment. “You’ve built a pizza oven!”
When they were back inside, Lucius led them not to the formal dining room as was his custom, but to the delightful windowed, breakfast room which was now set out for dinner. This was her favorite room to dine in because of the windows and the view, but she had never eaten dinner out here. It being nighttime, the vision was of a vast dark sky with a spattering of stars and a bright quarter moon. The windows were charmed to not reflect the interior light or their own images. It was as clear as if they were standing in an unlighted room looking out.
The four sat around the smaller table and Hermione enjoyed the informality of it. Wine was shared, laughs were had, and soft, teasing touches under the table from her lover kept her cheeks flushed. The pizza was amazing with fresh tomato, basil, and mozzarella. The crust was light and melted on her tongue. Lucius had sent Bilby to Venice to learn the finer art of authentic Italian cuisine and the little elf had perfected his skills so resolutely that Severus became intrigued with expanding the bar menu at The Dungeon.
As Lucius, Severus, and Draco discussed the possibilities, Hermione forewent forging an opinion. She found herself instead drawn to the expressive eyes and laugh lines as well as the glances and touches that were exchanged about the table. Touches such as manly shoulder grasps as they laughed together, clinking of glasses as they toasted grand schemes (which grew more exorbitant as the wine flowed). There were also playful and excited glances from Draco, protective and assessing glances from Lucius, who was always making sure she was warm enough and that her glass was filled. Meanwhile Severus’ glances held something else entirely, something that made her wish for nothing more than to have this man take her home and ravish her.
Alas, it was not to be. Bedroom eyes became sleepy eyes and as midnight approached she began to wonder if she would have to levitate the wizard home. It was then that she found out Severus had his own suite at the Manor as well. For instead of flooing home, Lucius had insisted they all stay. Assuming she and Severus would sleep in her suite, she was surprised when she was led down a different hallway to another suite entirely.
Severus’ suite was every bit as grand as hers and she was surprised to find her favorite sleep shirt and shorts clean and waiting for her on the bed. She spotted the clothing and looked back at the blond wizard standing in the doorway to find him smiling, although there was something else behind his eyes she couldn’t quite place.
He smiled and cocked his brow at her. “Don’t look so surprised pet, I’ll always provide what you need.” He looked from Hermione to Severus, who was undressing with a touch of difficulty and back to Hermione. “I will bid you both a good night. See you at breakfast.”
“Ginny?!” Hermione called as she opened the door to Grimmauld place. “You ready?” She and Ginny had planned a little excursion into Diagon Alley to look for gowns for the upcoming Victory Ball. Luna was busy at her shop today and had told them to go on without her, she had already seen the dress she would wear and just had to pick it up.
“Hey, ‘Mione.” Harry was coming down the stairs holding a sleepy looking Albus. The tot gave her a wobbly smile before his sweet little mouth formed a perfect O with a deep yawn and settle his face into the crook of Harry’s neck.
“Hi, Harry.” Hermione smiled as she met him at the bottom of the stairs, kissing his cheek affectionately before pressing her lips to the messy black hair of the child he was holding. “You tired, Al?” she whispered affectionately, smoothing her hand over his back.
The little guy didn’t deign her with a response (he was only fourteen months old and didn’t talk much yet) and she and Harry exchanged conspiratorial smiles. Goodness, she loved this man. Even more so when he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders and led her to the kitchen.
“How’s it going?” he asked softly. Hermione leaned into his side and tilted her head, so it rested on his shoulder.
“It’s going well,” she murmured.
“He ask you yet?” Harry was referring to Snape, of course. All her friends were curious if he would take her to the Victory Ball in May.
“You know, it’s a bit away yet. It’s only mid-March,” she answered with a sigh. “He has time.”
“Well, he went last year, right?” Harry released her when they found Ginny and James in the kitchen. He passed the almost asleep Albus to his wife.
“He did.” Hermione watched Ginny snuggle the baby into her arms.
“I’ll be right back,” she told Hermione. “I just need to lay him down. He’s a stinker when it comes to naps unless I do it.”
“No rush, Gin,” she assured her friend before continuing sarcastically. “You know how much I love dress shopping.”
“Oh, enough,” Ginny teased.
“I wouldn’t be worried then, ’Mione. He’ll ask,” Harry continued with their conversation as he filled the tea kettle. There was a loud crack! that made everyone jump as Kreacher popped into view.
“I’s be doing that, Master,” the elf insisted, snapping his fingers so the pot disappeared from Harry’s hands.
“Thank you, Kreacher,” Harry said warmly.
“Master is welcome.” The elf turned to Hermione. “Would Missy Hermione be wanting tea?”
“No thank you, Kreacher.”
“Hi Aunty Mimi,” James said when silence fell for the first time since they had entered the kitchen.
“Did you hear something, Harry?” Hermione tilted her head, a small smirk crossing her face.
“It was me, Aunty Mimi!” James giggled.
“Oh! I think I did hear something!” Harry caught onto the game quickly which made the almost three-year-old laugh harder.
“It sounds like a sweet little boy!” Hermione exclaimed. “Is that my James?” She pretended to look around the room for him.
“It is! I’m here! I’m here!” The boy wiggled in his seat, his lunch laying forgotten as he raised his hand.
“You know…James disappeared about an hour ago, and we couldn’t find him,” Harry answered contemplatively. “I do suppose it could be him!”
“It is me, Daddy!” James crowed, delighted with the teasing. He wiggled down from his booster seat and threw himself at Harry’s knees, wrapping his little arms around them tight.
“There he is!” Hermione burst into her own fit of giggles as Harry scooped up the boy who was his spitting image. He gave him a light toss in the air, catching him around his belly and tickling the pudgy skin while James squealed with delight.
“Do you have a kiss for Aunty Mimi?” Harry asked once everyone had calmed down.
“Yes!” James lunged from Harry’s arms into Hermione’s open ones and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on her cheek before looping his arms around her neck and squeezing tight. The movement caused the child’s head to bounce painfully off her jaw, but she was oblivious as the warmth of his hug filled her chest. She enfolded him tightly to her.
After a moment, he leaned back in her arms and started chattering a mile a minute, his face animated. She was only able to catch one out of every two or three words but did so with a big smile on her face and lots of appropriate exclamations and agreements. When Ginny entered the room a few minutes later, Harry was sitting at the table sipping his tea and Hermione had James back in his booster working on the remainder of his lunch.
“Ready, HG?”
“You bet, Gin,” she returned before pressing one final kiss to James’ head. “Love you, godson,” she whispered in his ear.
“Love you, Mimi,” he told her around a big bite of a strawberry jam sandwich. She ruffled his hair fondly before dropping a kiss on Harry’s cheek.
“See you soon, Hermione,” Harry told her before Ginny claimed his mouth with a quick goodbye kiss.
“Give me until five,” Ginny said. “I’ll be home by then at the latest.”
“I’ve got this, Ginny.” He smirked at her. “James and I will take a nap together when we’re done with lunch.”
“Ha!” Ginny sniggered. “Good luck with that. He hasn’t taken a nap all week.” When Harry’s complexion paled slightly, she laughed louder before hooking her arm through Hermione’s. “Let’s get out of here before he changes his mind and asks to take you dress shopping instead. He might think it’s the lesser of two evils.”
Hermione threw an amused glance over her shoulder to find father and son eyeing each other up like old rivals. The funniest part of the whole thing was Hermione would put her money on the three-year-old.
Ginny and Hermione Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and magicked their way into Diagon Alley. They popped in to say hello to Luna before stopping at a new little café that had recently opened for lunch. Madam Malkin’s was a bust for Hermione, but Ginny found two gowns there that draped over the swell of her pregnancy beautifully and brought out her eyes and hair.
“I’m sure we’ll find something at Twilfitt and Tatting’s,” Ginny promised as they pushed their way out of the shop. “You have such a beautiful figure, I don’t know why we always have such a hard time finding something for you.” This was said with a jealous longing which made Hermione feel a twinge of her own jealousy. She would swap places with Ginny in a heartbeat if that meant she had her own little bundle on the way. She sighed, pushing the thought back.
“It’s because I’m so tiny.” She shrugged. “Short is maybe a better word.”
“You are that,” Ginny teased as she playfully rested her elbow on her friend’s shoulder.
“Knock it off,” Hermione giggled, nudging Ginny in the side.
“If we don’t find something here,” Ginny said softly as they opened the door at Twilfitt and Tatting’s, “we’ll go to Gladrag’s in Hogsmeade.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Hermione harrumphed as she let her eyes scan the shop.
“You go strip, I’ll start bringing options.”
Thirty minutes later, they were no closer to finding her a dress and Hermione’s frustration was growing. “Remember, we can always change the color,” Ginny was saying as Hermione twisted and turned in the mirror. She was wearing a tight black gown that was encrusted with black crystals around the neck line. It was overwhelmingly gaudy.
“Ginny, maybe we should go to Muggle-London,” Hermione said. “I’ve just…I never feel right in wizarding styles.”
“You’re being silly,” Ginny called back. “Hey – the sale girl just told me they have a rack in the back that just came in. I’m gonna go look. I’ll be right back!”
“Okay, I’ll try this last one on and be ready when you come back.”
Hermione turned back towards the mirror as she pulled off the black robe and hung it back on its hanger. Just as she was about to reach for a purple robe, there was a knock on her door. “That was fast,” she muttered before raising her voice. “C’mon in, Gin, it’s unlocked. Did you find anything you liked?” Hermione didn’t even turn to see the redhead reenter.
“I did find something, something I like very much.” The deep rumbled baritone startled her, and she gave a small yip of surprise when she met black eyes in the mirror.
“Severus!” she exclaimed quietly. In her surprise, her arms instantly came up to hide her state of undress.
“Hiding? No…that won’t do.” She watched in the mirror as he slowly locked the dressing room door before turning to face him, her eyes wide. Snape stalked her, backing her into the far corner of the little box, making sure their feet would be hidden from the gap below the door. His mouth descended on hers and she hummed into his kiss, shuddering as his hands slid up her arms. The gown she had been contemplating lay in a heap on the dressing room bench as all the blood in her veins started singing at his proximity.
“What are you doing here?” she panted lightly when his lips moved to her jaw and under her ear. He pressed gentle, open-mouthed kisses against her skin.
“Shopping.” It was an off handed statement.
“Oh,” she moaned quietly when his mouth trailed down the side of her neck and before they veered to the valley between her breasts.
“’Mione?” Ginny called. Hermione jumped at the sound of her friend’s voice and felt a tingle of apprehension flow through her when Snape gave her a wicked smile. Before she could protest (not that she had any inclination to do so, she was thrilled with this little impromptu meeting) he slid his fingers past the waist band of her knickers to part her lower lips.
“Ye-es?” She did her best to control her voice, but the word still came out with a bit of a squeak attached.
“They have a whole slew of gowns back there that are gorgeous. Tell me what your favorite color is I’ll bring you a few.”
Hermione was concentrating hard on Ginny’s words, so she would be able to answer but Snape’s fingers were now working quickly over her clit making her brain useless. His eyes bore hotly into hers, and she struggled to find words while in the vast recesses of her mind she realized he was enjoying himself immensely. She panted quietly as her nails bit into his biceps.
“Blue!” It wasn’t even remotely her favorite color, just the first one that came to mind.
“Navy? Ravenclaw blue? Royal blue?” Ginny continued her line of questioning.
If the leer on Snape’s face was anything to go by, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. This was the least vanilla thing they had done since that wonderful night she had stayed with him in his flat at The Dungeon back in November and he was driving her barmy. Thank Godric they had gotten past that fallout.
She whimpered before clearing her throat and calling out, “Both! I mean – all!” Her voice hitched and there was a pause where Snape’s soft chuckle ghosted over her ear.
“Anything in blue, Ginny. I’ll try them all! I’m pretty much desp…oh, desperate at this point!” She had been pleased that her voice had sounded more controlled at the beginning, but then her wizard had delved deeper to collect more moisture from her pussy opening before spreading it back up to frig her clit. The pace was painfully pleasurable.
“You okay? You sound a little breathless,” Ginny asked concernedly. She was much closer to the dressing room this time and Hermione’s stomach plummeted alarmingly and her knees began to tremble.
“I’m fine!” She forced her voice to be stronger this time.
“Okay! I’ll be right back!”
Hermione held her breath that Ginny would actually leave while trying not to fall apart under her lover’s fingers as they continued to torment her. “What are you trying to do to me?” she murmured roughly, her head falling back against the wooden wall of the changing room.
“Drive you mental,” he answered with a wicked grin once they were no longer distracted. His digits slipped back down again, this time sliding up into her cunt as he scissored his fingers inside her.
“Oh, fuck, Severus,” she breathed.
“How close are you?”
“Very…” she moaned softly.
“’Mione!” Ginny’s voice was much further away this time and Hermione had to take a deep breath before answering.
“Yeah?” she shouted before her head fell to Snape’s shoulder, he had brought his attention back to her clit and the trembling of her legs intensified. She was going to shatter at any moment. “Oh, gods, Severus.”
Ginny was talking again, but she wasn’t taking in the words because Snape was whispering in her ear. “What brings you to Twilfitt and Tattings on this fine Sunday afternoon?”
“Grocery s-shopping,” she arched an eyebrow at him sarcastically even as she stumbled over her words.

“Hermione?” It was Ginny again and she clenched her teeth as the distraction of her friend put her impending orgasm off just a bit.
“Give me a sec!” Hermione called back before letting out a little yip as Snape smacked her bottom lightly. Apparently, her sarcasm wasn’t going to be tolerated.
“Sure!”
Severus watched knowingly as her eyes rolled back in her head. She was about to fall apart for him. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“What…was…it?” Her voice stuttered over the words, her breath hitching.
“Why are you shopping for evening dresses?”
“The Victory Ball,” she told him before she arched into him while latching her teeth into his shoulder as she did so to prevent herself from crying out. Her body shook with its release. Severus kept up his relentless pace over the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs and she whimpered again, trying to pull away. One of his long-fingered hands shot up to wrap around her neck, pushing her back into the dressing room wall.
“You will take it until I say you’re done,” he hissed menacingly before nipping at her lower lip with his teeth. Her doe-eyes were round, and she was feeling a bit frantic as the pleasure became painful with its overstimulation. He was going to shove her off the cliff again and quickly.
“Come for me, Hermione,” he said, his eyes boring into hers. “I want another climax.” He leaned in and put his mouth next to her ear as she pressed her face into his shoulder again to smother her shouts. “Come, Mine!” he insisted, and she did as her arms looped around his shoulders to squeeze him tight. If she didn’t hold on to him, she’d be a puddle at his feet. “There’s a good girl,” he was murmuring softly into her hair as she came down from her high.
He trailed wet fingers up her abdomen and between the valley of her breasts before using the opposite hand to gently push her back against the wall and tilt her chin up. She looked at him through heavy lidded eyes. “Open,” he commanded. She obliged without thought and he brought his come-covered fingers to her lips. “Clean them.”
Hermione’s tongue lapped out automatically, drawing his fingers into her warm heat. She was pleased to see his eyes darken further as she closed her lips around them and sucked lightly as she trailed her hand down his chest to palm the swell in his trousers.
“Not here,” he told her firmly. “I am not so much into public sex as Lucius is.” His eyes were simmering with humor, and Hermione couldn’t help the curve of a smile around his arousal-soaked digits.
She pulled back. “He told you about that, huh?”
“He did.” Snape’s grin stretched further. “It’s something I wouldn’t mind witnessing one day. There’s something very entertaining about watching Lucius Malfoy be one-upped.”
“Here, HG,” Ginny’s voice startled them both and Hermione dashed to pull the forgotten dress of the bench. “I’ve got about seven, but there were a few more back there.”
“Ah, okay,” she said as she shoved her arms into the sleeves. She already knew it wasn’t a good choice if the look on Snape’s face told her anything. “Zip me up?” she asked him over her shoulder.
“I’d much rather unzip, this is hideous.” Neither were keeping their voices down any longer.
“Is…Hermione, is there a man in there with you?”
Snape let out a light chuckle as he watched Hermione’s face fill with color. “Yes!” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Severus is here, and he spotted me. Offered to help zip me up.”
“Uh-huh.” Ginny did not sound convinced. “Sure. You’re hiding professor Snape in there with you.” Snape and Hermione exchanged baffled glances at the doubt in Ginny’s voice. “Are you gonna open or what? These dresses are heavy and I’m starting to get tired.”
“Oh, Gin! I’m sorry!” Hermione shimmied past Snape to wrench open the door, taking in her pregnant friend.
“Oh, gods. Your mystery man is right – that’s awful,” Ginny said, wrinkling her nose.
“Yeah,” Hermione agreed with an air of annoyance. “I know. It really is Severus, by the way. It’s not like I let random men see me practically naked.” She hefted a few of the dresses out of Ginny’s hand before turning to hang them from the hook in the dressing room. Brandishing her wand, she cleared out the previously rejected dresses before levitating the other garments away from Ginny and into the small space.
“Hello, Mrs. Potter,” Snape said formally, exiting the dressing room as if it was an everyday occurrence.
Ginny’s mouth dropped open and her eyes rounded out with shock. Hermione almost laughed at the cartoonishness of the moment. “Oh, goodness. It really is you…I’m…my apologies, sir.” The redhead’s cheeks were starting to match her hair as she took the wizard’s appearance in. She hadn’t seen the man up close for years. He looked…well, he looked good!
“No need for ‘sir’ or ‘professor’, Mrs. Potter,” Snape drawled. His face was smooth as glass, but Hermione could see the humor in his eyes. He had admitted to her in a past conversation that he had always liked Ginny Potter née Weasley.
“Oh, no. Ginny, please!” she rushed to dissuade the formal use of her name.
“Ginny, then,” he answered.
There was an awkward pause. “So,” Hermione said cautiously. “Ginny and I are just looking for eveningwear for the Victory Ball, as I said. I’m not having much luck.”
“I see that,” he said softly before he turned the stack of dresses Ginny had just brought. “Even though I’m well aware your favorite color is not blue, it’s a good color with your skin.”
Both Ginny and Hermione looked at each other in surprise. “This one,” he pulled a gown out of the pile with a small flourish and presented it to her, chuckling when she arched an eyebrow in doubt.
“Only…” He paused before swishing his wand. It didn’t appear that anything happened.
“What did you do?” Ginny asked questioningly.
“Shrunk it, it was a tad too big,” Snape explained before gesturing for Hermione to step into the changing room.
Hermione took the dress reluctantly and stepped back around him.
“Let me have the honor of undoing this thing for you.” His tone brooked no argument, but it wasn’t a command. She paused in the doorway when she felt his hand on her shoulder and slowly, painfully slowly, he dragged the zipper down while whispering in her ear. “I will not stay to see it because I don’t believe a man should see his date in her gown before the event - no matter what the event.” She shivered.
“Really?” She turned happy eyes up at him and his face softened. He could see relief and excitement in her eyes.
“If you wish it.” He dropped a gentle kiss to her lips; Ginny Potter be damned.
“Of course, I do,” she promised before kissing him a second time.
“We’ll talk about it more in depth later, but it’s decided,” he straightened and squared his shoulders. “Enjoy the rest of your afternoon.” Snape brushed her cheek lightly before nodding at Ginny. With that, he left both women staring after him; one with longing, one with bemused surprise.
“Well,” Ginny said after a solid minute of silence. “Go put it on, I have to see if fashion advice from Severus Snape is worth anything.” Hermione couldn’t help but feel grateful that, for once, Ginny didn’t have an interest in playing twenty questions.
Ten minutes later they both agreed – Severus Snape’s fashion advice was gold. Hermione had found her dress.
“Miss Granger, you are not focused this evening. You were distracted on Friday as well, although not nearly as much as tonight. I find myself at a loss as to what has come over you.”
Hermione was still positioned as he had placed her in the table position. She was naked, except for knickers, and on all fours with her knees slightly behind her and spread a bit more than shoulder width apart. Her upper body rested on her palms which were flat on the floor but a few inches to the sides and in front of her. It was a lesson on objectification or depersonalization. She was no more than an object, a thing to be utilized or ignored. One could argue submission itself is giving into objectification, but tonight the lesson was about being used as an inanimate object. A stool on which to rest his feet, a table on which to place his drink. There was no compassion directed her way. No affection. Nor was there anger or dislike. She was merely an object without feeling and therefore deserved no regard. The exercise was proving to be unnerving.
Setting aside her thoughts on the scene itself, her Masters’ words left her frustrated with herself. He was right. Friday night she had made two mistakes from lack of concentration, but tonight was much worse. She had screwed up multiple times since entering the room. She tried to tally her mistakes; poor posture when kneeling, addressing him as ‘Sir’ instead of ‘Master’. Then, when immediately attempting to correct herself, she had called him Lucius, which was ten times worse. Twice tonight he had found her searching his face without permission when he issued a command. She knew better than to meet his eyes without consent. Another time she simply hadn’t heard his command to kneel, her mind having wandered to a case at work.
He sounded truly perplexed and not a little tired. “Are you seeking a punishment? I’m most disappointed in you. Yet, I also must wonder if something is wrong. There must be. You are less disciplined now than I have ever seen you.”
“Master. Forgive me, Master.” She kept her eyes down, her voice quivering.
Lucius crossed his arms over his chest as looked down at her. “Explain yourself.”
“I…Master, I can do this. I’ll do better. Please.” Her voice sounded determined and he could practically hear the internal berating she was giving herself for her screw ups.
After a moment he exhaled heavily. “Very well, see that you do. You have already earned a punishment from my belt. It is up to you whether it will be ten smacks or twenty.” After a brief pause, he commanded, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. “Stool.”
Immediately, Hermione folded her limbs under, essentially curling herself into a ball while remaining on her knees with her forearms flush to the floor. Once she was in position, he sat in the chair to her side and rested his boot laden feet upon her back. She tried to remain as still and quiet as possible as she heard him flip through the pages of a magazine.
She began to think about his belt. A punishment, Hermione. You haven’t earned a punishment in weeks. She would do her best to earn no more strikes than she already had coming.
A sharp and loud knock at the door almost made her jump, but she managed to keep her composure. Her eyes still focused on the floor beneath her, she could hear her Master flip the magazine closed as his heavy boots were removed from her person, giving her a reprieve from the weight. As he stood he tossed the magazine upon her back. It was cool, and she could feel the glossy babysitter slide a bit with her breathing. Fuck! If she breathed too heavily or moved in any way, the magazine would likely slide to the floor. He was already put out with her, she did not want to screw up again.
Facing away from the door, she couldn’t see but could clearly hear his steps and then the sound of the door opening.
“Ah, Etan. Thank you for coming.”
“Not at all, Lucius. You said you needed to discuss something with me?”
“Yes, please. Make yourself comfortable.”
She could hear both wizards step towards her, Lucius reclaimed his seat and Etan sat on a chair next to him. Neither acknowledged her presence and neither touched her.
“So, Etan. I was wondering if you had given consideration to the proposal I made last week?”
Etan’s voice sounded apologetic. “As you know, Lucius, I’m very protective of my English Rose. I am not sure I could lend her out in the way you’ve suggested, even if it would be for your use. I trust you completely, however, I have never lent her out in such a way before.”
Hermione tried to control her racing heart. Rose? Master wanted Rose? Whatever for? The distaste of jealousy began to coat her tongue, followed by doubt. She was no longer enough for him. He was bored of her submission. Why else would he be pursuing Rose? Is this why she was being used as furniture? Sexual use of her body no longer interested him? He had said it was part of her training, but was that the only reason? Had he tired of her?
“Ah well, I understand your hesitancy. She is most…beguiling…and in addition to being your submissive, she is your new bride as well. I should have given more thought before approaching you. I will quell my craving, friend and will find another submissive for what I have planned.” He rested his heavy boots upon her once again. Then, to her surprise, another set of feet were rested upon her. The second pair were less heavy, seemingly clad in a much lighter type of shoe. The magazine remained untouched and still.
“Thank you for understanding, Lucius. I would never wish to offend you.”
“Of course, Etan. If I had such a treasure as Rose for a wife as well as a beloved submissive, I would not lend her out so easily either.”
There was a pause and then conversation continued. “Draco mentioned that you and Snape are considering some additions to the club?”
Hermione only half listened as Lucius relayed to Etan some of the changes that might be coming. She was much more interested in analyzing the discussion of Rose. Perhaps…perhaps Lucius intended for her and Rose to scene together. After all, he was contracted with Hermione and she knew he would not have sex with another while that was true. Hermione was also well aware she had more training to go and could not imagine it would be completed in less than a few months’ time. She felt herself relax as her jealousy faded and reason took over. She released a heavy sigh which was instantly followed by panic as the magazine slipped from her back and landed on the floor awkwardly at her side. Its pages were bent and would likely have creases.
There was sudden silence and Hermione was certain she could feel two sets of eyes boring into her. It took every ounce of her concentration to keep from squirming under the scrutiny.
His voice was calm, his dreaded words predictable. “Forgive me, Etan. I find myself in the unfortunate position of needing to cut our visit short. It seems there is a matter which requires my…immediate attention.”
“Not at all, Lucius. I should be going anyway. Rose and I have dinner plans with her mother.”
Lucius chuckled lightly. “Ahh, the dreaded mother-in-law. Any improvements on that front?”
“A bit. Rose explained it was consensual, but I can’t imagine a mother enjoying walking in on such a sight.”
Lucius chortled. “Yes, well. You and Rose do enjoy getting caught.”
“This time it was completely unintentional, I assure you.”
The men said their goodbyes and Hermione heard the door close behind Etan’s exit.
The clacking of his boot heels on the floor behind her was unsettling. She couldn’t stand him being disappointed with her. The springs in the chair alerted her he was once again sitting. He did not speak but she could feel his eyes on her. “Come pet, lean your back against the chair between my legs.” He softly patted the spot where he wanted her, and Hermione felt a flush of relief that he was bringing her close. She really just wanted to crawl into his lap at this point.
Her legs were stiff, but she managed to straighten onto her knees and crawl the few feet towards him. She did not look at him as she turned and leaned back against the chair as he instructed. She closed her eyes and felt tension leave her as his soft and warm hands began to tenderly rub her shoulders. His words contradicted his touch, however. “Tell me why you will be punished tonight, pet.”
Hermione shivered. She knew this was coming, it wasn’t a surprise, but she was dreading his belt. Her voice was despondent. “I incorrectly addressed you twice, I was in poor form when kneeling, I looked at you without permission, I was distracted and didn’t hear a command, and I failed to play a proper stool.”
“Hmm, yes and no.” He continued to rub her shoulders. “What you failed to do was arrive with a disciplined frame of mind this evening. The other mistakes would not have occurred if you were more focused. As far as the stool is concerned, you played one just fine. I was actually impressed. The magazine slipped because I made it do so. It was time for Etan to leave.”
His hands moved nimbly over her skin as he continued his earlier instruction. “Remaining perfectly still and being objectified as furniture is an acquired talent and certainly an acquired taste. It is not something I enjoy, but there are others who do, and your education would be incomplete without at least having tried it once. Were you a larger witch, tonight’s training would have included using you as a chair as well.”
He stopped speaking and continued to move his hands down her back. She could feel the knots loosening as his thumbs pressed into them. “There are also those who enjoy being displayed as art; placed on a pedestal for others to approach and study without touching. It would be as though you were a sculpture in a museum.”
Hermione didn’t respond. Her eyes were closed and, as his hands worked their magic, she allowed the smooth tenor of his voice to lull her.
“Do you have any questions?”
“No, Master.”
He didn’t speak for a moment and when his voice rang out again, it was with a regretful tone. “Now… about your focus. What do you think you could have done differently this evening to have assured a better outcome?”
Hermione shuddered with remorse. “I worked until the last minute. I did not go home and shower and change clothes as I normally do. I didn’t give myself the proper time to disconnect from work. I have a case…It’s very complicated. It involv – ”
“Enough! I do not wish to hear of it. It has nothing to do with pleasing me.” Lucius’ voice had been sharp, and it startled her. It was clear her words had angered him. His hands had stilled and as he pulled back from her and she felt bereft when he removed them entirely. After a moment, his voice was calmer as he continued. “So, what you did tonight was deviate from your normal sequelae and as such did not provide yourself with the appropriate time to shift your focus from the day’s concerns to your submission and, in turn, your Master. You insulted me by disregarding your preparation for me.”
Her heart fell, and she felt sick. She had not thought of it that way, but he was correct. What she had done was tantamount to flat out insulting him.
“In the future, you will cancel if you are unprepared. Do you understand?” The words had been spoken in a crisp and commanding tone. It was clear he would not want her to waste his time again.
“Yes, Master.”
His command followed promptly. “Wall.”
The word was spoken in a whisper, but Hermione was on her feet quickly. Arriving at the spot of bare wall before her, she spread her legs wide and arched her back as she crossed her wrists and pressed her palms against the cool surface.
Silence.
Then a touch. A warm hand traced silkily down her back. His words were soft. “Tell me, Doll, do you imagine being a training Master is an easy task?”
Hermione had to think for a moment. It wasn’t something she had really considered. “No, Master?” It was answered with hesitation and in the form of a question. In truth, she had just assumed this all came easily for him. She had not given much thought to any preparations he would have to contemplate but now she wasn’t so sure.
Fingertips continued to stroke her skin as the reality of his words caused her guilt to cut her like a knife. “Do you think I just walk in here after work and that evening’s itinerary simply pops into my head? Do you think there is no preparation?”
Hermione swallowed heavily and closed her eyes. Her nose began to tingle with the threat of tears.
“Do you think scenarios and situations I plan are spur of the moment? Do you think I would have arranged Etan’s entrance for tonight a week ago if I hadn’t put great effort and planning into your training?”
Hermione closed her eyes as the moisture began to well.
“Do you think I don’t ponder how best to teach you? Show you? Please you? Discipline you? What’s more, do you think I don’t have stressful days that I need to leave behind so that my concentration can be where it needs to be?”
Tears began to fall.
Wet, sloppy, and abundant.
“Do you think I haven’t had training nights over the past few months where I’ve had a stressful day that I needed to bury in order to maintain my focus so that I could take care of you? Do you not think it takes discipline and thought on my part to navigate our scenes?”
Silence.
“Answer me, Miss Granger.”
Her voice was choked. “No, Master.”
“Now, imagine if I arrived unfocused or unprepared. What might that mean for you?”
More silence.
“Would that be fair to you? Hmm? Could it be…unsatisfying? Dangerous even?”
“I’m so sorry, Mast – ”
He didn’t let her finish. “Do you think I haven’t had evenings where it wouldn’t have been so much easier to simply have you suck my cock and be done with you?”
“Master, please. You take such good care of me. You are perfect and – ”
“Stop. Save it.”
More silence.
“You will count and ask me to forgive you after each strike.”
Hermione was a mess. Tears were dripping down her nose and chin. She tried to sniffle but her nasal passages were so clogged she couldn’t bring in any air. Suddenly his hand was in front of her, gently wiping a handkerchief embroidered with the initials, L.A.M. under her eyes and nose. The gesture was kind, thoughtful and so…him that it only made her sob harder. His hand pulled away and his heavy sigh sounded pained.
She could hear the jingle of his belt and never felt more deserving of a punishment than she did in this moment. She had taken him for granted and had never truly considered what training entailed. It had not occurred to her it could be in any way taxing. Hermione had assumed it came easy for him and never felt a bigger fool than she did in this moment.
Smack!
The first hit was glancing, and she closed her eyes. “One. Forgive me, Master.”
Smack!
Another light strike hit her other cheek. Even in his spanking of her he was considerate. She knew the hits would come harder after he warmed her skin. “Two! Forgive my thoughtlessness, Master.”
Slap!
A harder hit caused her to jolt. “Three. I’m sorry for letting you down, Master.”
Thwap!
It was on the fifth hit that she felt the first real bite. The warm up hits were clearly over. “Five. Oh, Master, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me!”
Thwap!
“Eight! I deserve this. I’m so sorry. Forgive me. I can’t bear your disappointment.”
Crack!
She let out a yell as the tenth hit came down, the hardest yet. Although it was not as hard as she deserved and not nearly as hard as he had spanked her in the past. “Ten!” she sobbed. Her voice was barely recognizable, the disappointment in herself causing her more grief than anything. “I don’t deserve you, Lucius...I mean, Master…I don’t deserve you and I’m sorry and please…” Fuck!
There was an exhale of breath behind her. The sound of the buckle hitting the floor caused her to cry harder. He had gone so much lighter on her than she deserved.
Strong arms swept her up and carried her back to the chair. Sitting, he held her close as she bawled into the curve if his neck. “I’m sorry, Master. I’ve been disrespectful and have taken you for granted, and you deserve so much better. You take such good care of me. You always put me first, I know that and in return I…I – ”
“Shhh, Enough of that. It’s over and you are forgiven.” He tilted her chin up and once again cleaned her face with his handkerchief. Her eyes were glued to his and his were focused on his task. He dabbed under her eyes and gently wiped her cheeks, her nose, and then her chin. She could see the smudges of her mascara on the fabric and knew she must look a mess.
He kissed her nose. “I know you would never intentionally disrespect me, Doll, but this was an important lesson and one I fear I put off too long. There have been random occurrences I’ve let slide, but tonight was glaring. It was important you look at our arrangement through eyes other than your own.” He tucked her head onto his shoulder and held her for a moment and Hermione’s fingers curled into his shirt as her tears subsided. He continued in a soothing tone. “As always, your disappointment in yourself breaks my heart far more than the transgressions themselves. You are a natural submissive, Hermione, and it’s my pleasure to train you and it’s an honor to have your submission.” He tilted her chin up once again. “If I didn’t enjoy it, I wouldn’t do it.”
She sniffled as her fingers manipulated the onyx button of his blouse. Her eyes remained absently focused on her task. “Master, will you promise me something?”
Lucius swallowed as her red rimmed eyes moved up to his, her fingers freezing in their ministrations. “Will you promise me to cancel if you need a break? If your day was long? I couldn’t bear to be a burden to you,” she whispered.
He kissed her head tenderly. “It would have to be quite a bad day if seeing you at the end of it wouldn’t offer solace. But yes, I will promise you the same that I have asked. If I am unable to focus properly, I will let you know. It is only fair.”
They stayed like that for several moments. He had begun to rock her in a nurturing manner, and she tucked her petite frame into his chest while letting her feet rest on the side of the chair. Her thoughts began to wander as she mindlessly played with his collar. She contemplated what it might be like to be the Dominant partner. She wondered if Lucius knew what it was like to be the subservient one.
“Master? Have you ever submitted before?”
Lucius looked down at her, surprised by her question. He smiled and let out a small laugh. “Of course, I have. It’s something most respectable Dominants have done. How else could I understand any of what you are going through?”
Her eyes lit up, full of curiosity. “Really? Was it a man or a woman…both?” She had forgone his proper title, although neither seemed to notice.
He laughed. “A witch. A beautiful, older witch.”
She giggled when he shook his head as he pulled her lip from her grasping teeth. “For how long? Did you think you were submissive and then change your mind? How did it happen?”
“No, I knew I was Dominant. There was never a question. She was recommended…by a friend. I sought her out.”
“Wow. Did you enjoy submitting?”
“Well, parts of it were…delightful. But no, not really. She was a masterful flogger. I think it’s why I’m good at it. She taught me well.” He thought some more, his gaze a bit distant. He looked down at her curious expression. “Submitting was simply part of my Dominant education. In truth, some of the best Dominants and submissives out there are switches. They truly understand both sides of the coin. It’s why Draco is so sought after. He is quite the Dominant, or so I’ve been told.”
Hermione was stunned. “No…really? I’ve never heard anyone say that.”
“Well, have you befriended any of the unattached female submissives in the club?”
Hermione’s jaw dropped open in contemplation. In truth she had three submissive friends; Draco, Jonathan, and Rose. She hadn’t really talked to any of the other submissives. She wondered what they would have to say about Lucius or Severus. She felt a thrill of unwelcome jealousy at the thought of either of her two wizards with another submissive. Your wizards, Hermione? This thought gave her pause. It was sort of true…neither were engaging in sexual activities with anyone except her, but how long would that last? Lucius was only hers in that he was her training Dominant, which was temporary. He’s not actually yours, Hermione. She shook off the thought as she looked back up at her beloved Master.
Finally answering his question, she shrugged. “No, not really.” She thought more about the blond brat who had become a best friend. She shook her head. “Draco? A good Dominant?”
Lucius smiled. “So, I’ve been told, yes. But he prefers the other side of things, as you know.” Hermione found her mind wandering to the con non-con of months past. For some reason she just couldn’t picture Draco as anything but submissive, despite her experience with him.
“It’s getting late, Doll, and I would like to see you home. Your bottom needs tending.”
Hermione hesitated. “Master, do you need…tending? I should like very much to please you.”
He studied her for a moment, contemplating. He gave her a small nod. “Knees on the floor, Doll.” She slid from his lap and moved her gaze to the ground beneath her. “Eyes on me. I should like to see them as you suck my cock.”
Lucius was not surprised when this instruction surprised her. In truth he had begun demanding she keep her gaze down at all times not because it was what he preferred, but because it was what he needed. Her eyes were so expressive and beautiful, and they had begun to haunt him with their impending absence. It was too much, too painful. He could distance himself a bit easier from her when her orbs were focused elsewhere. He had told her it was what many Dominants preferred, and it was why he was forcing her to get used to it. It was not a lie, but it was not the only reason.
Hermione kept her eyes on his as he gestured towards his trousers. “Unfasten and unzip me.”
Maintaining her focus on his grey orbs, she first unbuttoned and then unzipped his trousers. He lifted his hips allowing her to slide them down his legs. Just the mere thought of her soft, hot mouth on him had him erect. “Take me into your mouth, pet.”
He closed his eyes and let out a stuttering breath as she licked the tip and then engulfed the head before pressing herself up onto her palms so that she could slide her mouth all the way down his length. She brought her head up and then back down again before repeating. She quickened the pace and flicked her tongue along his length. Her right hand slithered under him and tugged on his bollocks as her mouth continued to work him. When her hand slid further back and pressed against the bit of skin just before his anus, he jerked and groaned.
He let out a pant and grabbed under her arms, lifting her easily and setting her on her feet. “Table,” he growled. His eyes were wolfish, and his command caught her off guard. Quickly regaining her senses, she dropped to the floor and assumed her earlier position.
She let out a keening mewl when he fell to his knees behind her, ripped off her knickers, and slid into her forcefully. He held her still with a brutal grip as he pummeled in and out of her. His voice was carnal but slow. He spoke between each brutal thrust. “Don’t. Move. Tables. Don’t. Fucking. Move. They. Are. Used. As. A. Receptacle. For. Whatever. Item. Or. Substance. I. Have. Need.”
Hermione could barely hold herself up. Suddenly being a table wasn’t so bad after all; she wanted to be used. She wanted to be his receptacle. He stilled and then quickly pulled back as a feral groan escaped his lips. Warm liquid splattered all over the globes of her arse and lower back.
She fought the desire to gyrate her hips and move her thighs together. She was beyond aroused, and his abrupt exit had left her wanting. As his heavy breathing began to slow, a mischievous, teasing, and deep laugh behind her caused her to shudder. “Hmm, yes, you make a very good table, Doll. So much so, I might have to show you off at the Manor sometime. What do you think of that? A table for my…guests to rest their drinks. A receptacle for whatever they have need.”
Hermione swallowed as she was both aroused and repulsed by the thought. He wouldn’t do that…would he? Her mind began to race as panic began to set in. But then logic stepped in and she realized he was taunting her. Playing with his toy, so to speak.
“If you move, you’ll be punished.” The words were so soft she barely heard them before his mouth clamped on her clit as his nose rubbed her folds. She squealed when a finger glanced along her dripping pussy before sliding ruthlessly into her arse. The assaulting phalange quickly retreated, and a hard slap landed on her right butt cheek before the merciless perpetrator prodded into her tight, puckered hole once again. Teeth and lips assaulted her clit deliciously as a pointed nose teased her opening and the finger continued to plunder her arse. She couldn’t contain her moan. She knew tables didn’t moan, but she couldn’t help it.
He pulled back from her and commanded, “Come, slut. Come now or I’ll take you upstairs and put my new favorite table on display for whomever has need of it.”
The second his teeth were on her clit she shattered into pieces. The legs fell out from the table as she fell to her stomach in her state of abandoned bliss.
Lucius chuckled as he fell to floor beside her and pulled her close. “Hmmm, a faulty table indeed.”
Thirty minutes later Hermione found herself laying on her stomach and on her bed as Lucius tenderly rubbed cream onto her bottom.
Her eyes were closed as his large, soft hands massaged the globes of her arse with perfect skill. “That feels divine,” she purred.
“So, pet. You and Severus seemed very happy together at the Manor on Thursday. It seems that things are continuing to go well?”
His hands stilled before moving away as she rolled onto her back and pulled her knickers up. Sitting up, she scooted back towards her headboard and patted the spot beside her for him to join her.
Lucius kicked off his shoes and slid up next to her so that they were sitting side by side. Taking his hand in hers, she looked to her left and met his enquiring eyes. “They are, Lucius. He’s…wonderful and I won’t deny a touch unexpected as well. He can be very romantic. Do you know he brings me tea roses for every date? He doesn’t necessarily say the sweetest things, but his behavior speaks volumes. We’re very comfortable together.”
She looked away and shrugged. “I think I’m falling for him, Lucius and it…it scares me a bit.”
Lucius studied her for a moment, swallowing his own continued disappointment. Seeing them together recently had taken a lot of the bite out of his predicament, and he found he did feel genuine joy for them. He would see them both happy and would no longer be an obstacle in their path. It was time. In truth it had been time, he had just needed to be sure, and now he was.
Smiling at her, he pulled her into his shoulder and encompassed her in his arms. “Well, love can be a scary thing. Terrifying even to be vulnerable like that. It is wise to be cautious, but there is no greater happiness than to have such a feeling reciprocated. I would be overjoyed if you and Severus could find that kind of happiness.” He leaned back and peered down at her. Her curious eyes shot up to his.
He swallowed lightly and gave her another smile. “With that in mind, I think it’s time you and Severus can determine your own course, Hermione. I’m releasing the reins. You are free to pursue whatever physical relationship you choose.”
His voice became a touch stern as he continued, “However, you are not play a formal submissive role. Your…natural tendencies should not be denied, but I would prefer your activities not encompass scenes or BDSM. You are still my contracted submissive and therefore you only formally submit to me. I am still your Master, understood?”
Hermione stared up at Lucius, not sure how she felt. “Really? Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
He smiled reassuringly. “Yes, love. I’m sure.”
Her voice was tentative. “Is that why you were asking Master Etan about Rose? You are giving me sexual freedom and therefore pursuing more sexual freedoms yourself?”
Lucius was stunned. “Of course not! How could you think such a thing?”
“Are you…growing bored of me, Lucius?”
Lucius turned completely towards her. “Hermione Granger, you listen to me. I couldn’t be bored of you if we were the only two beings left on this earth. I am contracted to you and will not touch another submissive as long as that contract continues. While I am giving you sexual freedom with Severus, you will continue to be my only sexual partner. That has not changed.” He shook his head. “My intentions for Rose were not for myself, they were for you! I plan to direct a scene involving you and another female submissive and thought you would enjoy scening with her again. Master Etan is not comfortable allowing another man to Dominate his witch, however, I will have to find another.”
Hermione threw her arms around his neck. “I was worried you were bored with me. I thought…well, and then I thought that maybe you intended her for me, but…well.”
He held her tightly, rubbing her head gently. “Relax, my dear. I’m not finished with you yet.”
She nodded into his neck. “Ok, good. Because I’m quite sure I have lot more to learn.”
Lucius simply held her.
Thinking.
In truth, he felt they would need no more than a few weeks together to complete the rest of what he had outlined. He rubbed her back, soothingly. Her attachment to him was quite natural and he had dealt with this before. He realized her having complete sexual freedom with Severus would help lessen her attachment towards himself, making the transition easier for her.
His attachment to her however? Well, that was another thing entirely.
AN: IF YOU PLAN TO FOLLOW THIS STORY TO THE END, PLEASE READ THIS.
After a lot of thought and consideration, we 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
- 27
- 28
- 29
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission