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Slytherin Toy	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55780 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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‘Do we have to go?’ Hermione asked grumpily. ‘I really don’t want to.’
‘Why not?’ Snape asked, sounding curious. ‘Lucius wants to see you.’
Hermione sighed loudly. ‘And I don’t want to see him, Severus. I’m really not sure what’s going on there and I’m not sure I like it.’
‘You know he won’t go further than you want,’ Snape said. ‘You just have to set the limits.’
‘Okay, then we won’t go at all. Let’s stay here instead, just the two of us.’
Snape looked at her interestedly. ‘Is that really how you feel?’ he asked gently as he stroked Hermione’s hair.
‘Yes . . . no . . . oh, I don’t know. . . .’ Hermione sounded frustrated.
Snape laughed. ‘Worried you’ll enjoy it too much?’
Hermione blushed. ‘No!’
‘Methinks the lady doth protest too much,’ Snape said with a grin. He pushed her down beneath him on the bed, straddling her as he held her hands above her head. ‘I think you’re really quite into the bondage side of things, Hermione,’ he whispered in her ear.
Hermione wriggled against his grasp, giggling. ‘Let go of me, you bastard.’
‘No, I don’t think so. Everyone else gets to tie you up, so why shouldn’t I?’
‘You can if you really want to, Severus. Do you mind everyone else doing it?’ Hermione asked worriedly.
‘No. It’s never really been a big interest of mine,’ Snape said dismissively, ‘but as you like it so much . . . .’
‘I prefer you spanking me,’ Hermione admitted with a grin. ‘That always makes me horny as hell.’
‘Lucky I like spanking you, then,’ Snape said archly. He kissed her nose, then let go of her and sat up. ‘But not tonight. I have hall duty. Get dressed and I’ll walk you back to Gryffindor tower.’
‘I never seem to spend much time with you,’ Hermione said petulantly.
Snape looked at her, his eyebrows raised with amusement. ‘I see you every day during lessons, at every meal, almost every evening for the project, and—’
‘For sex, I mean,’ Hermione said, cutting him off. ‘You know exactly what I mean, Severus. I want to be with you for more than just a couple of hours.’
‘Well, that’s a hard thing to achieve whilst we’re here. You know that,’ Snape said sensibly.
Hermione pouted. ‘I appreciate that, but going to parties with Lucius and stuff doesn’t help.’
‘Soon,’ Snape promised and leant over to kiss her. ‘Now, get dressed.’
Slowly they walked back to Gryffindor tower, discussing the project as they went. Snape’s scowl was set firmly on his face as they walked and several times he stopped to discipline students caught in the wrong place, or who he perceived to be making trouble. Eventually, they reached the bottom of the stairs to Gryffindor tower where they talked for a few minutes, finishing their conversation.
‘Tomorrow evening?’ Snape asked.
Hermione nodded. ‘I’ll have Astronomy homework to finish first, but I can be down by nine o’clock.’
‘I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Miss Granger,’ Snape said smoothly.
Hermione looked round to make sure no one was looking, then leant towards him. ‘I love you, Severus Snape,’ she told him quietly, then walked off up the stairs before he had a chance to say anything.

Hermione didn’t chat long to Ron and Harry as she was tired again. Ron complained about Snape keeping her out until late, and on a Saturday, too, but she assured them she was happy and they knew it was true. Hermione was only ever really truly happy when she was working.
Once she felt she could get away from her friends without causing offence Hermione visited her room and collected her bath stuff and headed down to the Prefect’s bathroom for a soak before bed. She was pleased to find that no one else was using the room as she wanted a bit of time alone to think. Lucius’ party was grating on her mind and she really needed to look at that relationship before the next party came along.
Locking the door, she turned on the taps and added some spicy-smelling bubbles to the hot water. Then she immersed herself in the bath and settled down with her eyes closed to think about Lucius Malfoy and his “Mistresses” party.
‘We’ve been invited to a party,’ Severus had told her as they lay in bed.
Hermione leant up on her elbow and looked at him. ‘Who would have invited us to a party?’
‘Lucius Malfoy.’
‘Oh, shit. I told you Draco knew. I suppose he told his dad, did he? Although I don’t know why he needed to know.’ Hermione sounded peevish.
Severus laughed unconcernedly and pulled her closer. ‘I guess he did. Anyway, you and I have an invitation to Lucius’ “Mistresses” party.’
‘What’s that, then?’ Hermione frowned. ‘Oh no, don’t tell me. Everyone takes their mistress.’
Severus nodded. ‘Yes, and as you’re my mistress—’
‘Hang on, don’t you have to be married to have a mistress?’ Hermione said suspiciously. ‘Is there something you’ve not been telling me about a Mrs Snape that you’ve got tucked away somewhere?’
Severus laughed darkly. ‘No, no Mrs Snape yet . . . although hopefully, in the future,’ his voice was light as his fingers traced a pattern gently over Hermione’s shoulders. ‘I suppose it could be called girlfriends’ party, but it doesn’t quite have the same ring, does it?’
‘So does Lucius have a mistress, then?’ Hermione asked, interested in spite of herself. She thought of the handsome blond-haired man with whom she’d had so many horrid encounters over the years. Perhaps he was nice if you weren’t Muggle-born.
‘Several, although whether any of them will be at the party is anyone’s guess. Most of the women are married to one of the guests and mistress to at least one other.’
‘Surely that must be difficult, attending a party as someone’s mistress when your husband’s going to be there?’
‘With his mistress. You get used to it after a while.’ Severus said amusedly.
‘They’re all Death Eaters, though, aren’t they?’ Hermione asked, trying to sound calmer than she felt.
‘Not all, but a fair majority will be. Don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly safe — you’ll be with me.’
‘And Lucius’ wife? What about her?’
‘Narcissa? She’s aware of Lucius’ “interests” but she prefers not to get personally involved. No doubt she’ll go away for the weekend with girlfriends, shopping or some such, and leave Lucius free to play as he sees fit.’ Severus sounded amused again.
‘So she isn’t someone else’s mistress, then?’
Severus laughed loudly. ‘Gods, no. Narcissa has never been interested in sex. Money and what it can buy and status are the only things she has any time for, except for Draco. That’s why Lucius started taking mistresses in the first place, although none of them seems to satisfy him for long.’
‘So why have we been invited?’
Severus looked at her blandly. ‘To put it crudely, because Lucius wants to fuck you.’
Hermione gave a sharp bark of laughter. ‘No, I don’t think so, Severus. He’s hated me since I was eleven.’
Severus scowled. ‘I hated you when you were eleven,’ he admitted. ‘Doesn’t stop me wanting to fuck you now.’
‘You don’t think I’m that annoying little know-it-all any longer, then?’ Hermione asked cheekily.
‘No, you’re still an annoying know-it-all, but now I appreciate that you have other qualities.’ Severus pulled her to him, burying his face in her breasts.
‘But I don’t want to fuck Lucius. I’ve got you.’
Severus chuckled richly, muffled by her breasts.
‘You may just change your mind when you see him at the party,’ he said sounding perfectly reasonable, coming up for air before capturing her nipple in his mouth.
‘I don’t think so,’ Hermione replied assuredly. She relaxed back onto the bed to take full advantage of what her lover had to offer.
And so they had gone to Lucius’ party, Severus having somehow managed to get Hermione a pass to leave school for the evening. He had bought her a suitable dress to wear and some beautiful underwear, both far more sophisticated and sexy than anything she had ever owned before, and although she still didn’t want to attend, she did at least feel more like an adult than a child in the beautiful gown and high-heeled sandals.
Her evening was almost ruined immediately when she bumped into Draco and Pansy, both of whom gave her knowing smirks, but she hurriedly moved away from them and joined Severus in discussions with various middle-aged people who quite frankly looked more like boring businessmen than Death Eaters. Severus pointed out the pairings, both legal and extra-marital, and it was a fairly entertaining evening, with the champagne flowing freely.
And then Lucius had appeared.
Hermione wasn’t sure whether Lucius’ mistresses weren’t in attendance or whether they were other people’s mistresses, too. Whatever the case, he was alone, working the room and talking to everyone. He was the consummate host and she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for disliking him, although their history was such that it was hard for her to feel anything but dislike.
She watched him as he talked and laughed with the other guests. Lucius really was a very handsome man. He was incredibly striking with his long blond hair and piercing grey eyes and seemed very pleasant. Once again, she considered that if you weren’t Muggle-born then he was probably excellent company.
By now she was feeling a little lightheaded from the champagne. The sort of party this was dictated that it was never going to be without spectacle; it seemed that couples, and in many cases more than couples, were content to play in full view of anyone who wanted to watch.
While this wasn’t to Hermione’s taste at all, even she could feel her reserve slipping somewhat and she found herself stroking Severus’ frock coat seductively, hoping she could convince him to take her back to school and make love to her, or at least go somewhere more private where they could be alone.
Lucius was heading their way now. Several times he had looked over at them, catching her eye. Hermione thought about what Severus had told her about Lucius’ reason for inviting them to the party. Even with everything going on around them she still found it difficult to believe he had invited her because he wanted to take her to bed, although she was sure there were others who did.
She had complained bitterly to Severus when Crabbe’s father tried to seriously grope her while they were talking to a group of people he knew. Severus had laughed and said it was only a bit of fun, but Hermione got the impression it was more than that. Since then she had stuck by Severus’ side like a limpet, refusing to let go of his hand.
‘Ah, finally — Severus, my friend,’ Lucius announced happily, grabbing the top of Severus’ arms and patting them in a familiar manner, his smile wide. ‘It’s such a pleasure to finally see you at one of these parties. And you, too, of course, my dear.’
Lucius turned to Hermione and gave her such a predatory look she shivered. Then he grabbed her free hand and raised it to his lips, planting a kiss on it as he continued to gaze at her.
‘You look very beautiful this evening, Miss Granger,’ he continued politely.
‘Thank you, Mr Malfoy,’ she replied, equally politely.
Hermione wasn’t sure what to say or how to react to this friendly Lucius Malfoy. In fact, she was finding him rather unnerving.
‘Please — call me Lucius,’ he said with a smile, then he noticed they weren’t drinking. ‘But you don’t have a drink.’
Lucius motioned for a waiter, who came over to them bearing a tray containing champagne flutes. He plucked one off the tray for Hermione and one for himself. Severus also took a glass before the waiter turned away to serve someone else. Lucius offered Hermione the drink and she tried to refuse it, saying she had already had enough, but he wouldn’t accept no for an answer and pressed it into her hand.
‘Are you enjoying the party?’ he asked interestedly.
Hermione thought for a moment. ‘It’s rather unusual,’ she replied, trying to remain tactful. What she meant, of course, was that it was freaking her out, being groped and ogled and seeing others making out all over the place. But at the same time, she couldn’t help but find it somewhat stimulating, especially with the alcohol to help it along and Severus at her side.
Lucius nodded sagely. ‘Yes, a little disconcerting maybe for a first-timer.’ He smiled pleasantly. ‘I’m hoping you and Severus will join me later for something a little more private.’ His voice was deep and delicious, and Hermione felt another shiver run up her spine.
She didn’t answer, merely took a sip of the champagne.
‘Let me just finish greeting the rest of my guests and we’ll go somewhere a little quieter where we can talk without being disturbed.’ Lucius looked at Severus, who gave a brief nod. ‘I’ll be back shortly.’
He moved on to the next group, leaving Hermione and Severus alone.
‘What does he mean, quieter and more private?’ Hermione asked. She thought she knew but she wanted to check.
‘His bedroom, I imagine,’ Severus answered casually. ‘I did tell you the reason for our invite.’
‘I don’t want to do this, Severus,’ Hermione said a little unhappily, although in truth now she was at the party she felt far calmer about it than she had expected to. Obviously, she’d had far more champagne than she had realised.
‘We’re not going to be able to leave until Lucius has spoken to us in private,’ Severus said, sounding resigned.
‘I don’t think you realise just what sort history Lucius and I have,’ she said.
Severus laughed. ‘Oh, yes, I do. I’ve had over six years of Lucius complaining about you. Of course, I don’t think your part in his incarceration helped. But he’s realised you’ve grown up now.’
‘But still—’
‘I suggest you wait until you talk to Lucius. You’ll find he can be quite charming.’
‘Perhaps I don’t want him to be charming, Severus. I want to leave.’
‘I told you we can’t, Hermione. And I really don’t think you’ll want to stay down here for much longer.’ Severus looked around. The party was becoming rather explicit.
Hermione looked, too, and had to admit Severus was right. Given the choice of staying down here where it appeared an orgy was about to take place and spending some time alone with Lucius and Severus, she would definitely take the latter. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad with Severus there to look after her. As long as she didn’t end up alone with Lucius she should be all right.
Something caught her eye and she looked closer. It was Draco and Pansy. She tore her gaze away, not wanting to see what they were doing. She had enough problems with the couple already without adding to it by seeing something she shouldn’t.
‘Are you all right?’ Severus asked in concern. He had seen her turn away abruptly.
‘Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson are over there,’ Hermione explained in a low voice. ‘I don’t even want to know what they’re doing, let alone see it.’
Severus nodded understandingly and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
‘Have another drink and try to relax,’ he advised quietly. ‘We’ll get out of here as soon as we can, I promise.’

Against all expectations, Hermione was actually rather glad when Lucius arrived back with them, as by that time she had been propositioned by six men and two women. It seemed Lucius was becoming a more attractive prospect all the time.
She panicked when Severus was called away to chat with someone in a different group, leaving her alone and unprotected for a moment. Before she had a chance to follow him, Crabbe and Goyle’s fathers accosted her, both leering so badly they were almost drooling.
Hermione went into shock at what they suggested she do with them, and it was only a timely intervention by Draco, who had finished whatever it was he had been doing with Pansy, that stopped the men from manhandling her away from the main party area.
‘Thank you for helping me,’ she whispered gratefully to Draco. She had never been so pleased to see him.
‘You’re welcome, Granger,’ Draco replied with a smirk. ‘Really, Severus should never have let go of you. You’re far too naïve to be hanging around here on your own. I don’t know what he was thinking.’
He looked over to where Severus was deep in conversation with a tall bald man and laughed. ‘Hmmm, clever . . . Crabbe and Goyle’s dads are obviously far brighter than their sons.’
Hermione looked at him in confusion.
‘There’s a lot of interest in you, Granger,’ Draco explained. ‘New flesh, so to speak. And of course, you’re here with Severus, which is also a surprise. He’s not well known for his relationships — or perhaps I should say not well known for sharing. I wonder how my father managed to convince him to bring you along.’
Hermione didn’t say anything. She wasn’t about to tell Draco what Severus thought his father wanted.
‘Anyway, Crabbe and Goyle Senior just took the opportunity to try to lure you away. Lucky I turned up; I dread to think what they would be doing to you by now otherwise.’
Hermione shuddered. ‘I’m not sure I actually understood what they were suggesting,’ she admitted. ‘At least I hope I didn’t. But I just seemed to go into shock or something.’
Draco nodded, looking impressed. ‘They put a gentle stunning spell on you, and they distracted Severus to get you alone. You would never have got away from them without intervention from someone else. It was rather clever, actually — especially considering who was involved.’
She thought of the implication of what Draco had just told her. ‘I really was lucky you came along, then,’ she said gratefully. ‘Thank you, Draco.’
Draco looked faintly surprised at her use of his first name, then he smiled. ‘You can repay me later, Mudblood,’ he said and winked lecherously.
Hermione bristled at his sudden use of that foul name she hated so much. Just when she had begun to think him not so bad he had gone and spoilt it.
‘You do know I mean that as a term of endearment, don’t you?’ Draco whispered in her ear. He had seen the look of anger cross her face. Hermione hadn’t realised he had moved so near to her and she shivered. ‘Accept it as my pet name for you and it’ll never worry you again,’ he said, his hand reaching out to gently stroke her cheek.
‘I can’t accept that name — it’s disgusting,’ she said, moving back from his hand.
But Draco had already grabbed Hermione’s arm. ‘It only hurts you if you let it,’ he said seriously. ‘You know I have to call you that at school. But why let it hurt you? Get used to me calling you it as a pet name and you’ll not even notice when someone else uses it to torment you.’
Hermione was able to see the logic in his statement, but it was easier said than done. For so many years Draco and his Slytherin cronies had used that word as a criticism. How could she suddenly ignore what it meant?
Severus had finally managed to break away from the bald man and headed back towards Hermione, noting her distress.
Draco leant in close to whisper in her ear again. ‘I’ll see you later, Mudblood. Then you can thank me properly for saving you.’
He released her with a wink just as Severus arrived. ‘You really shouldn’t leave Granger on her own, Severus,’ Draco said brightly. ‘She nearly got nailed by Crabbe and Goyle Senior.’ With that he walked off, giving them a wave as he went.
‘Are you all right?’ Severus asked worriedly.
Hermione nodded but was visibly upset. ‘Can we go, Severus? I don’t think I can cope with being here any longer. I’ve been propositioned at least half a dozen times, and Crabbe and Goyle’s dads put a charm on me.’
Severus sighed. ‘I’m sorry, love. I shouldn’t have let myself get side-tracked. I should have realised you were going to be of interest to some of the guests. What did Draco want?’
‘He stopped Crabbe and Goyle taking me away,’ she explained. ‘Then he tried to convince me I should get used to him calling me a Mudblood.’
‘I need to thank him properly,’ Severus said, looking around for Draco. ‘And he’s right. If you ignore the name it will have no power to hurt you.’
‘He said it was his pet name for me,’ Hermione said unhappily.
‘Did he? Hmm.’
‘What does that mean?’ Hermione asked sharply. ‘What do you mean, hmm?’
‘Oh . . . nothing,’ Severus said distractedly. ‘Look, here comes Lucius.’
Lucius was still smiling when he joined them, although his smile faded when Severus pulled him to one side and told him what Crabbe and Goyle Senior had tried to do to Hermione.
‘Definitely time for us to adjourn elsewhere, I think,’ Lucius said, and politely offered her his arm.
Hermione looked at her lover for a second before accepting and walking with Lucius towards the stairs, her other hand still holding tightly to Severus’ to ensure he didn’t leave her again. At the top of the stairs, Lucius turned left and led her and Severus down a long corridor lined with portraits.
‘Malfoy ancestors,’ he mentioned offhandedly as they passed.
Hermione didn’t have time to examine them properly, but it was clear that all the portraits had the same blond hair as Lucius and Draco, which made her wonder just how inbred the Malfoy family line was. Before she had time to contemplate it seriously, Lucius had opened an ornate door and was ushering her inside.
Hermione looked around the large room with interest. As with the other rooms she had seen in Malfoy Manor, it was immaculately and expensively decorated. It was a bedroom, as the huge four-poster bed which took up the greater part of the room showed, but it was spacious enough for a sofa, chairs, and a table grouped in front of a large and very ornate fireplace. One side of the room was mirrored — wardrobes, she realised after examining the room in greater detail. The décor was typical Slytherin, silvers and greens with black accents, and she decided she quite liked it.
‘What do you think?’ Lucius asked interestedly. He had watched her looking around the room.
‘Very Slytherin,’ she said, ‘but I like it. Is it your bedroom?’
Lucius nodded, smiling. ‘Yes. This is where I sleep — for my sins.’
Hermione glanced at Severus, who had sat down in one of the chairs. She went to join him, sitting in the other free chair so she wouldn’t get trapped on the sofa with Lucius.
‘Would you like a drink?’ Lucius asked, raising a decanter containing an amber liquid. ‘It’s cognac. Or I can get some more champagne if you prefer.’
‘I’ll have cognac, please, Lucius,’ Severus said. He looked at Hermione. ‘Are you going to try the cognac, Hermione?’
Hermione thought for a moment. She was sure she had already had more than enough to drink this evening, but at the same time, they obviously weren’t likely to be leaving at any point in the immediate future so one small cognac probably wasn’t going to hurt.
‘A small one, please,’ she replied quietly.
Lucius smiled and turned away to pour the drinks. A few seconds later he walked towards the fireplace with three glasses, each with a similar size measure of the amber liquid. He passed one glass to Hermione and one to Severus before sitting down on the sofa with his own glass.
‘I understand apologies are in order, Miss Granger,’ Lucius said seriously as he gazed intently at her. She frowned in confusion and glanced at Severus. He remained passive. ‘A couple of my guests tried to take advantage of you, I understand,’ Lucius pressed.
Hermione nodded. ‘Draco said they put a charm on me.’
‘I will be having a word with them about their behaviour,’ Lucius said coldly. He looked angry. ‘Never fear on that score. What they did was completely wrong and I won’t accept it at one of my parties. I’m all for people having fun in any way they choose, but everything must be completely consensual and not because of a sneakily cast spell.’
‘It was lucky Draco came along when he did.’ Hermione thought about Draco and his comments to her and shut up, taking a small sip of the cognac. It was far more pleasant than she had expected and she could feel its warming progress all the way to her stomach.
‘Yes, very fortunate,’ Lucius agreed, although there was something strange about the way he said it. ‘So, Miss Granger . . . Hermione . . . Severus is the lucky man who’s having a relationship with you?’ Lucius’ voice was enquiring and he leant forward towards her as he spoke.
‘Why did Draco tell you?’ Hermione asked bluntly.
Lucius shrugged disarmingly. ‘Draco tells me many pieces of information he thinks may be of use. In this case, it enabled me to invite the two of you to join us at this party.’ He smiled.
Hermione took another sip of the cognac. It really did taste very nice and was warming and soothing. She could feel her apprehension at being with Lucius melting away as she drank. He really was very good looking, and once you talked to him properly he was charming, absolutely charming.
‘So, I understand you enjoy being spanked,’ Lucius said. His voice was a soft burr that sent shivers down her spine.
‘Draco told you that, too,’ she replied unhappily.
Lucius nodded and replied candidly, ‘I have to admit, Hermione, it was that which really piqued my interest in you.’
He took a large sip of his cognac. Hermione followed suit, her gaze focussed completely on Lucius as she listened to his seductive voice.
‘I mean, beautiful as you are — and believe me, my dear, you really are very beautiful — there is still the unfortunate matter of your birth, although,’ he waved his hand dismissively, ‘that can be ignored, of course. But this interest in corporal punishment is exciting and makes me keen to explore the area further with you . . . with Severus’ permission, of course.’
Lucius smiled at his friend who was sitting quietly, watching the conversation while sipping his own cognac.
By now, Hermione was feeling a little drowsy, a mixture of the alcohol and the warm room, she supposed. She tried to focus on Lucius’ words. Was he saying he wanted to spank her? Interestingly, the idea didn’t completely fill her with horror. In fact, in the comfortable state she was in it seemed like rather a nice idea. Certainly, she enjoyed being spanked by Severus, and it would be interesting to see how different being spanked by Lucius would be.
‘You want to spank me?’ she asked quietly. She took another sip of her drink and looked around at Severus. He was smirking faintly.
‘I was hoping to go a little further than that,’ Lucius admitted candidly, eyeing her carefully. ‘I thought we could explore just how far this interest takes you.’
Hermione bit her bottom lip for a moment. She wasn’t completely sure what Lucius was suggesting but she could feel the arousal building up inside her. The arousal she already felt for Severus had been added to by Lucius’ seductive voice and the alcohol she had been imbibing all evening. She shivered once more.
Lucius left his seat, his drink forgotten on the table, and knelt in front of Hermione, taking her glass from her before taking both her hands in his.
‘Will you let me explore with you, Hermione?’ he asked gently.
With extreme difficulty, she tore her gaze away from him to look at Severus.
He shrugged easily. ‘The choice is yours, Hermione,’ he said, his voice giving away nothing.
‘You won’t leave me?’ she asked Severus worriedly, not sure whether she meant here and now, in this room, or after she did this . . . if she did this. Would he decide he no longer wanted to be with her?
‘Never,’ Severus said, shaking his head, his voice just above a whisper. ‘I promise.’
She smiled at her lover, seeing once again just why she loved him so much. Her heart was pounding at the decision she was about to make but she already knew what her answer would be. She turned her gaze to Lucius.
‘Yes,’ she said quietly.
The look of excitement on Lucius’ face made her arousal flare even more, although part of her was nervous, too. Lucius stood, still holding her hands, and pulled her up from the chair.
‘Let me show you,’ he said excitedly and led Hermione across the room to the mirrored wardrobes. He pressed at an invisible catch and one of the doors slid open, revealing several large shelves.
Hermione looked at the contents of the shelves in amazement, her breath catching as she realised what she had just agreed to. Suddenly she wasn’t so sure she wanted this. Spanking she could cope with, but instruments made it much more dangerous, especially in the hands of a Death Eater who detested her.
She looked at the array of implements on the shelves, from small leather floggers and thin wooden canes to larger, more lethal-looking whips that made her stomach turn just to look at them.
‘Obviously, we’re only starting out, so I wouldn’t bother looking at anything that’s not on the top shelf.’ Lucius spoke seductively in her ear.
Hermione’s eyes broke away from the painful-looking cat o’ nine tails of thick rope she had been focussing on and moved once again to the top shelf. That was more like it.
‘You can trust Lucius,’ Severus told her in her other ear. She hadn’t realised he had joined them. ‘He knows what he’s doing.’
‘But he hates me.’ Hermione whispered her fear to Severus, forgetting for a moment that Lucius was standing there, too.
Lucius’ hand caressed her throat and moved to cup her chin as his lips nibbled gently at her neck. ‘I won’t harm you,’ he promised with his seductive voice. ‘It’ll hurt, but you know that already. But not harm, my dear, never that.’
Hermione felt Severus take her hand and squeeze it. ‘It’s your choice, Hermione,’ he said gently. ‘If you’ve changed your mind, just say so. I’m sure Lucius will understand.’
Lucius was still kissing Hermione’s neck, but he made the appropriate murmuring noises to indicate he agreed with Severus. Hermione looked at the instruments once more. Could she do this? Did she want to do this? She realised that she did. Whatever the cause, she wanted to know how different being punished with one of those items was from being spanked.
‘I trust you, Lucius,’ she whispered, and in that moment knew she had given herself to him.
‘Good.’ Lucius’ voice was a warm drawl. ‘So choose which one you want me to use on you.’
Hermione squeezed Severus’s hand again as she looked at each of the items in turn. There were two leather paddles — one long and thin, the other wider and shorter. Next to those was a riding crop and what looked like an old school cane. Next to that was a strap that looked like a belt, then a black suede flogger. She ran her hand gently over each item, considering the merits of each one. Lucius and Severus watched patiently, knowing she needed to be happy in her choice. Finally, she stopped on the flogger and picked it up.
‘This one,’ she said, and smiling, turned to face Lucius.
Lucius took the flogger from her, his own smile as wide as hers. ‘Good choice,’ he said. ‘It can be a little painful, but not overly so. It’s certainly a good next step after spanking and an excellent place to start.’
He took her hand and led her towards the bed. Severus had returned to the chairs and turned one so he had a good view of the proceedings.
‘I’m going to undress you,’ Lucius said quietly, leaning forward so his lips could capture hers in the briefest of kisses, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. ‘It will give you a chance to get used to me and to relax.’
He placed the flogger on the bed, then wrapped his arms around Hermione’s body, finding the zipper of her dress. He tugged on it, drawing it down, then slid the material of the dress off her shoulders and pulled. The dress slid to the floor and pooled around Hermione’s ankles, leaving her exposed in silky underwear — bra, knickers and stockings held up by a matching suspender belt.
‘Exquisite,’ Lucius breathed as he took a step backwards to admire Hermione. He turned to look at his friend. ‘You lucky bastard, Severus,’ he told him honestly.
Severus smiled. ‘I know that Lucius,’ he replied somewhat smugly.
Lucius’ hand reached out to caress Hermione’s left breast, squeezing gently, finger running over the delicate stiffness that poked through the soft material. Hermione stood there as Lucius touched her, overwhelmed by the strength of his desire that she could feel emanating from him in waves.
And then his hand was moving over her bare skin, caressing her décolleté and neck as his other hand reached back to find the catch of her bra. A moment later the garment was gone, joining the dress on the floor, and both Lucius and Severus gazed at the sight of Hermione. Her nipples were erect and she had the flush of arousal that Severus recognised so well. Desire made her eyes hooded and she licked her lips slowly before gnawing on her bottom lip with a trace of nervousness once more.
Lucius’ hands covered her breasts, then after a short pause slid down over her stomach towards the small knickers. He moaned with joy when he discovered they were tie-sided and his fingers made short work of the bows. Once again he stepped back as if to admire his handiwork.
‘You really are so beautiful,’ Lucius told Hermione honestly as he gazed at the recently revealed area between her legs, which were still encased in silk stockings.
He moved towards her once more, one hand cupping her face as the other found the middle of her back and pulled her to him. His head bent to claim her lips, not so briefly this time. His mouth crushed against hers, causing Hermione to give a small whimper of desire.
‘I want to tie you up, Hermione,’ he whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her neck, giving her that delightful shiver.
Hermione nodded.
‘Say it,’ Lucius urged. ‘I need you to tell me that you want it.’
‘Yes, Lucius, tie me up,’ Hermione just about managed to say. She was almost breathless; her heart was racing fit to burst and she was shaking with anticipation.
‘Lie face forward on the bed and put your hands above your head,’ Lucius instructed.
Hermione climbed onto the bed and lay down as ordered. A moment later ropes shot from the posts and secured her firmly, although not too tautly, to the bed.
‘You have no idea how incredible you look,’ Lucius told her, his voice as smooth as silk.
He spent the next few slow minutes removing his waistcoat and shirt, carefully placing them over a chair before taking another sip of his cognac. Then he returned to the bed.
‘Are you ready, Hermione?’ Lucius asked her quietly. She was still shaking. He ran a finger down her spine and over her tight buttocks.
‘Yes,’ Hermione replied, her voice raspy with desire.
‘What is your safe word?’ Lucius asked.
‘My what?’
‘Your safe word. The word that tells me to stop when it gets to be too much for you.’
Hermione thought for a moment. ‘Autumn,’ she replied. ‘Is that good enough?’
‘It will do,’ Lucius said. His hand gently stroked her bottom again.
Hermione closed her eyes, enjoying the soothing feeling of Lucius’ hand, then cried out as he spanked her soundly, the noise cracking around the room. Lucius reached across for his wand and muttered an incantation — a silencing charm, she assumed. He repeated the spanking another couple of times. Hermione could feel her bottom smarting and her pussy already pooling with the moisture of her arousal. Lucius bent to kiss her reddening bottom.
‘I think you’re ready,’ Lucius said, his voice seemingly darker than before.
Hermione felt the bed move slightly as he got up so he was standing over her.
‘Don’t forget to use your safe word when you want me to stop,’ he told her, his voice commanding. ‘Because I have no intention of ending this until you do.’
‘I will,’ Hermione promised as she shivered once more.
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