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Vexations	By : lightspeedsound Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34783 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Title: Vexations

Author: Magistrix_Sirena

Rating: NC-17/Lascivious/Gratuitous amounts of sex

Warnings: light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, general sexual fluidity, and possibly really bad puns.

Genre: PWP. Absolutely. Here be le sex; ye be warned.

Setting: AU (as Severus is still alive).

Summary: An anonymous encounter at the most dubious of places leads to a tale of intrigue and smut. Starts summer before HBP; Hermione is 17 due to time turner whatsits. Events of HPB shall take place (at least selectively). And yes: My goal in writing this was to be as gratuitous as possible, while still maintaing a modicum of literary integrity. I hope you all like the result!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I merely like playing with them.

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Chapter 3: Hug Me, Kiss Me, Suck My Juices

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Severus carefully walked down the stage’s steps, a deliciously warm and soft bundle of witch in his arms. Careful not to bang her hips on anything sharp, he shouldered through the crowd of deviants to make his way to the Cloak’s back rooms.

The Midnight Cloak’s back rooms were legendary in the kink community. Equipped with enough Imperturbable Charms, Locking Spells, Anti-Disapparition Jinxes, and Intruder Charms, the back rooms were designed to ensure utmost privacy for the patrons who frequented them. There were rooms for private BDSM encounters, private bathrooms with bathtubs the size of swimming pools, and, of course, beds furnished with the finest silk sheets and down pillows.

Severus nodded curtly to the serving girl in charge of monitoring the rooms; the staff at the Cloak new him well enough to recognize him and charge the room rental fee to his tab. Entering a private bedroom, he kicked the door shut and softly placed the witch on the queen-sized bed. Carefully, he sat next to her, smoothing the rough, grey silk duvet with his hands.

Hermione smiled up at him, drowsy and slightly disoriented. “Where are we?” she murmured, turning her head slightly to examine the room.

“In a private back room,” Severus answered, leaning over to softly move the hair from her eyes. “My treat.”

Hermione smiled and reached for her lover, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Sighing in pleasure, she ran a hand through his silky hair, carefully avoiding the ties to his mask.

Severus moaned softly, bracing his weight with his arms on either side of her body, falling into the heat of their kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Slowly, languorously, he trailed his mouth lower, to the tops of her bare breasts (her bra was safely stowed in his cloak’s pocket). Leisurely, he traced his tongue over her bosoms, relishing her quiet mewls of pleasure. “Have you ever been tied up, little Alice?” he asked, whispering the words against her skin.

Deliciously distracted by his oral ministrations, Hermione barely understood his words. “T-Tied up?” she asked faintly, fingers still intertwined with his hair, urging him lower.

“Have you ever felt the tantalizing tightness of silk scarves against your wrists, as a lover teases you to unimaginable heights?” he murmured, fingertips lightly dancing over her nipples, tongue tracing curlicues around the sensitive skin of her cleavage. “Have you ever struggled to reach out to someone lightly licking your sex, only to be rebuffed by ribbons on your wrists? Have you ever…” he licked a line down to her navel, dipping his tongue into her bellybutton, eliciting a delightful giggle, “…succumbed to a lover’s wish to pleasure you, torment you, worship your body, and make your quim swollen in need? Have you?”

Hermione’s eyes rolled back as she felt his fingers dance over her clit, lightly stroking her entrance. “No,” she groaned, “I…no.” How is he doing that? She thought to herself, He’s making love to me with his voice! It’s…I haven’t heard a voice like that since—“ But her thoughts were cut off by his fingers plunging into her wet core, curling upwards and smoothly pumping in and out, making her arch off the bed towards his remarkable, wonderful hands…

“Oh!” the witch cried, her hands gripping the sheets in a rictus of ecstasy, “Please…don’t stop…”

Severus grinned, and slowly withdrew his hand from her quim. Staring into the witch’s eyes, he licked each finger, savoring the taste of her juices. Leaning over her masked face, he lightly kissed her cheek. “Well, little Alice? Care to try out willing restraint?”

Hermione hummed in pleasure, deliberately arching her spine to rub against her lover’s arousal. Bondage? She asked herself, Am I ready for that? Do I trust him? Vaguely, she remembered the Midnight Cloak’s practice of having an alarm button next to every bed, in order to prevent nasty occurrences between lovers. When else am I going to get a chance to do this? Oh my, she thought, gasping as she felt his teeth on her pulse point, Fuck caution. I want to try everything.

“Yes,” she hissed, caressing his hair, hands urging him to deepen the love bite, “Please.”

He withdrew his lips from her neck, gently trapping her wrists above her head with his hands. “You are willing? You wish me to tie you up and tease you?”

“Oh Yes!” she moaned, frustrated at the sudden lack of contact. “Oh, please…”

“Very well. Accio ribbons!”

A trio of wide, black silk ribbons zoomed from the nightstand into Severus’s hands. With precise expertise, he tied a ribbon to each the bedposts near her head, allowing for enough slack to ensure that her arms would be comfortable, though limited in mobility. Straddling her body, he slowly encircled each of her wrists with the silk, double-checking the knots to make sure her circulation was not cut off. Satisfied with his ties, Severus flipped up her skirt, exposing her tantalizing quim. He reached for the third ribbon, and carefully balanced it between her ribs, so that it daintily draped down the middle of her torso, to nestle over her already wet cleft.

Bending over her supine body, he lightly stroked her restrained arms, his hands converging below her shoulders to delicately fondle her clavicle. In sensuous symmetry, his hands undulated over her breasts, circling her nipples with graceful caresses. Lower and lower they went, delicately touches flickering over her chest, dipping over each rib in fluttering little hops, to rest, heavy and warm, on her inner thighs. Slowly, he slid his body lower, settling himself between her legs. Angling his hands so that his thumbs rested above and below her silk-clad clit, he bent his head to lightly blow over that sensitive nub.

“Ohhhh,” sighed Hermione, angling her body up towards the source of that shiver-inducing chill. This was…marvelous. Unable to move, her body could only respond to her lover’s touches. Each sensation was magnified, each light touch rippling through her skin like drops of water in a still pool.

Suddenly tightening the ribbon between his thumbs, the wizard abruptly sucked her clit between his lips. “Oh Gods!” Hermione shrieked, flung out of her sensual reverie by the sudden, delicious sensation of a tongue, flicking her there, there, teeth lightly worrying the sensitive skin through a thin, silky barrier. Keening at the unexpected burst of pleasure, she pressed her quim into his ravenous mouth. “Harder, oh, please, harder,” she whispered.

Severus chuckled and pulled away from her fragrant, slick quim, one hand still keeping the ribbon in place. “Not yet, my sweet. The point is to tease.”

Growling in frustration, Hermione pulled at her restraints, in agony with unsatisfied lust. “But I want more…”

Severus smirked at her, pressing down on the apex of her thighs with the palm of his hand. “And you shall get more, little one…eventually.”

With a sigh of irritation, the witch obediently flattened her body against the bed. Severus nearly laughed in delight; it had been so long since he had been with someone as responsive as this witch. Slowly, he took each end the ribbon in either hand, until it was taut against her clit. He began to move the ribbon up and down, back and forth, as if softly polishing the sensitive nubbin between her thighs.

Hermione hissed with delight. The silk of the ribbon felt like cool, solid water lapping against her quim. The moisture from her arousal allowed the ribbon to glide over her skin with ease, the speed of the movements adding to her growing pleasure. “Oh, yes,” she groaned, wriggling at the wonderful sensations her lover was producing. I’ll never look at hair ribbons the same way, ever again…

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look,” murmured Severus, as he twisted the ribbon to encircle her nub, leaving the top of her clit exposed. “The black silk embracing your quim, sliding against your soft, wet cunt…it looks…positively…delicious.” Thrusting her legs open to expose her glistening cunt, he swooped down to rapidly flick his tongue over her clit, rubbing the silk ribbon over her sopping slit.

“FUCK!” screamed Hermione, hips grinding into his face with ecstasy, “Oh MERLIN, FUCK!”

Angling his head, Severus delicately took the ribbon in his teeth, keeping it encircled around her clit, rubbing his tongue along its exposed surface. Moaning at the smell of her arousal, he plunged three fingers into her sopping core. Quickly, he began to pump them in and out, growing hard at the moans of pleasure his fingers produced.

Incoherent with need, Hermione thrust her hips wider, angling her body up, anything to give his mouth more access to her aching quim. Keening at the come-hither motions his pistoning fingers were making inside her cunt, she struggled against the silk bonds around her wrists. Oh, if only I could touch him…she thought, If only I could grab him close and straddle him, sink my pussy over his cock and ride him, hard and fast, oh Merlin, YES!

Severus growled with arousal. The witch had no idea she was actually speaking her thoughts aloud, she was that far-gone with lust. “Naughty little thing,” he murmured against her cunt, “Wanting to straddle me when you’re still bound.” Perversely pleased with her dirty thoughts, he delicately nipped her clit with his teeth, thrusting his fingers even deeper into her pussy.

Hermione jolted at his sudden, hard thrust, embarrassment flooding through her face. And yet…the only thing that she cared about was his mouth on her quim, fingers pumping in and out of her sopping wet cunt. “Oh please, let me show you how naughty I can be!” she begged shameless with desire, her hips twitching as he brushed the silk ribbon over her clit, “Please, let me touch you, let me fuck you, let me take your cock inside me…”

Severus smirked, moving away from her glistening pussy, leaving the ribbon to drape delicately over her sensitized cunt. Unbuttoning his trousers with one hand, he crawled over her, tantalizingly close, just shy of touching her skin. Bracing himself with one arm, he licked her lips, before descending into a soul-devouring kiss.

Hermione groaned into his mouth, the heat from his body wafting over hers like a luxurious wave, her skin aching for the touch of his body.

Slowly, Severus eased out of the kiss, staring into the dark eyes of his lover, her face still hidden by her white leather Carnivale mask. “Do you want me?” he whispered, as he pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingertips, “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want my cock in your pussy?”

“YES!” Hermione sobbed, arching into his touch, desperately trying to grind her crotch into his, “Please, sir, YES!”

“Well, since you ask so nicely…” Suddenly dropping his mouth to her breasts, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, biting down as he thrust his cock into her hot, slick cunt. Groaning in pleasure, he kneaded her other breast with his palm, the nipple pinched between two of his knuckles. Reaching down to the apex of her thighs, he slid a finger between them, rapidly rubbing her clit in hard, circular movements.

“FUCK!” screeched Hermione, her body exploding in the pleasure of finally being satisfied. She strained against the silk ribbons around her wrists, angling her hips towards his, urging him on. “Faster, harder, FASTER,” she chanted, meeting each of his thrusts, “Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me, please!” She wrapped her legs around his waist, his pistoning cock sending her over the age. “YES!” she screamed, her body convulsing in pleasure, “OH GODS YES, FUCK ME!”

Growling at the sensation of her pussy tightening around his cock, Severus pounded into her pussy, her orgasm squeezing around him. “Oh GODS,” he yelled, his cum spurting deep into her core, the undulations of her pleasure sending him over the edge.

Exhausted from his efforts, he collapsed beside her, reaching for his wand. “Diffindo,” he murmured, severing the silk ties that encircled his lover’s wrists.

Hermione’s arms flopped to her sides, the unexpected loss of support causing her to accidentally smack her lover’s chest. “Oops,” she giggled, punch drunk for her ridiculously large orgasm, “Sorry.”

Severus grinned, rubbing a hand down the arm that now lay across his chest. “No need to be sorry, little Alice. You were quite wonderful.”

Hermione turned towards him, snuggling against the heat of his side, relishing the feel of his fingers massaging her wrist. “That was…amazing. I’ve never…”

Severus pulled her towards him, rolling her body on to his. “You’ve never what?” he asked, twining a lock of her hair around his finger, careful not to disturb her mask.

Hermione laid her head on his chest, listening to the gradual slowing of his heartbeat. “I’ve never done anything like tonight. I’ve never been tied up; I’ve never role-played…I’ve never even really orgasmed from someone else’s efforts.” Absentmindedly, she reached a hand towards his face, stroking the edge of his black velvet mask. “I’ve never felt satisfied by sex.”

Severus angled her chin up, to place a light kiss on her lips. “I’m glad you finally have then,” he said, moving her hair away from her eyes. “I must say, it’s been a while since I’ve been with someone as…satisfying…as you. However,” he said, as he sat up, gripping her hips so as not to topple her aside, “these rooms are reserved for an hour at a time, and,” he nodded towards an hourglass on the nightstand, “Our time is almost up.”

Hermione groaned, her head lolling back as she felt his fingertips knead into the small of her back, massaging her. “Oh Gods, I don’t think I can walk.”

Severus chuckled, delighted at her boneless exhaustion. “Well, I think I can manage for the two of us.” He gently tipped her on to the bed, and stood up, buttoning his trousers. “Shall I carry you?”

Hermione stretched, pointing her toes, arching her back. “I think…well, I was going to say that I would be fine after a minute, but I think that’s being overly optimistic.”

Severus smiled and gracefully scooped her up, her legs draping over one arm, her head resting against his chest. “Put your arms around my neck,” he said, “It’ll be easier for you to keep your balance.”

Hermione obediently circled her arms around his neck, pulling herself up. “I feel ridiculous,” she grumbled.

“Don’t,” Severus replied, “I like to know that I still have the ability to affect a woman this…spectacularly.” He pressed a button the wall with his elbow, causing the door to swing open. “Shall I set you down somewhere as I settle the bill?”

“Yes, please,” Hermione said, “By the booths is fine. And um,” she hesitated, not sure of the propriety of her next request, ”could you please grab my jacket as well?”

“Of course,” he said, walking over to the booths and depositing her on the leather seats, “just give me your ticket and I’ll fetch it for you.”

Hermione watched as her lover vanished into the undulating crowd. Cautiously gripping her right elbow over her head, she pushed down, stretching her arms. “Oof,” she muttered to herself, doing an internal inventory on her sore muscles, “Looks like someone’s going to be rather sore tomorrow.” Cautiously, she gripped the table and stood up, attempting to put weight on her quivery legs. Looking askance at the thin, high heels of her pumps, she slid her feet out of her shoes. Pulling her wand out of a custom-made leather sheath attached to her garter belt, (Thank goodness for Cushioning Charms and Undetectable Extension Charms, she thought) she quickly muttered “Reducio,” shrinking her heels so that they would fit into the pockets of her coat.

“Best be careful walking out.” Hermione looked up to find her lover holding out her coat. “Why?” she asked, pulling it on and belting it shut.

“You never know what sort of…liquids…might be smeared on the floor.”

Hermione crinkled her nose in disgust. “Ugh! Well…I’ll certainly look where I step.”

“Indeed.”

Slipping her now tiny shoes into her front pocket, she looked up at her lover. “Walk me to the door?” she asked, wanting to delay the inevitable goodbye.

“Of course,” he said, gallantly nodding his head. “After you.”

In amicable silence, they walked to the Cloak’s side exit. Staring at the gloomy darkness of Knockturn Alley, Hermione suddenly turned towards the wizard. “Is there any way I can contact you?” she asked, the words rushing out before she could think better of them.

Severus shook his head, bemused. It never fails, he thought, the best shags never know when to say goodbye. “The rules,” he reminded her gently, “Total anonymity, remember?”

Hermione blushed, mentally smacking herself for her clingy, virginal outburst. “Of course. I just meant…I wish I knew when you’d be back here…”

Severus dipped his head to capture her mouth with his. Plucking a brief kiss from her lips, he smiled, not unkindly. “Perhaps we should leave that up to fate, hm? It’s best not to plan anonymous encounters.”

Hermione sighed. He’s right. That’s the whole point of anonymous sexcapades. They’re supposed to be spontaneous. “I suppose so.” Glancing at the line of people gathering behind them, waiting to exit the club, she sighed again. “I suppose we best leave. We’re clogging the exit.”

Severus nodded, chivalrously opening the door for her. Walking out to the streets to find a convenient place to Apparate, he turned towards her. “Thank you for a most…enjoyable evening,” he said, smiling at her stocking-clad form.

Hermione grinned. “Rather,” she said, blowing him a kiss. “I couldn’t have asked for more.” Pulling her wand out, she spun in a circle, Apparating back to her bedroom at her parent’s house. Exhausted, she loosened her coat’s belt and let it fall to the floor. Collapsing on her bed, she looked up to find Crookshanks staring at her, disapprovingly from her bureau. “Well, Crookshanks,” Hermione said, unzipping her skirt and wriggling out of her stockings, “Cinderella’s back from the ball. Damn!” she muttered, sitting up to slide out of her skirt, “…where did I leave that bra?”

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AN: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please rate and review me! I love feedback; it makes me write faster, knowing that people want to read more ;)

PS: The titles of each of my chapters are literary references. Points if you google the title to find out where the quote is from…

PPS: Special thanks to spicyobsession and thisisadickinson for their beta input!
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