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Master Mine Book 2: A Lesson in Love	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three
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“So…how’s Lucius?” Hermione asked. She had been attempting to do so subtly, trying to just sort of slip it into their conversation, but Draco seemed to be pointedly steering the conversation away from anything that could lead to the mention of his father.
She watched as Draco paused briefly in the act of bringing his water glass to his lips. A look of quiet frustration flashed on his face before he set the glass down without taking a drink. It made a clunking sound with the force of the motion. “My father is fine,” he answered dismissively. “Tell me more about Jonquil; is she working out as well as you’d hoped?”
“Draco…please.” It was said imploringly, and she was unable to keep the tremble of emotion from her tone. “I…I just – It’s weird for me to not talk to him…it’s been five days. I’ve talked to him every day via journal or other means since Boxing Day. I…miss him,” she finished lamely, cursing herself internally for the tears pricking the corner of her eyes.
“Granger, my dad is fine,” Draco said firmly. “It’s best for both of you if you take some time away from each other before trying to establish a friendship outside the scope of your past contract. How are things going with Snape?”
Hermione growled. Actually growled, which caused a couple people from the booth across from them to glance over in mild alarmed-amusement. She lowered her voice as she snapped, “Damnit, Draco. Why won’t you talk about him?”
“Because it’s none of your bloody business!” he hissed quietly in return. He regretted his outburst when her expression became hurt and her eyes flitted away from his face.
“I know – I know it’s none of my business…” her whisper trailed off. “I just…I’m sorry. I’ll let it go.”
Draco’s jaw clenched and he wanted to scream with frustration. Why his dad and Granger were being so damned infuriatingly frustrating was beyond him. Sure, they’re not in love with each other, his mind stated with an air of annoyance. That’s why Father is moping all over the manor and Granger his looking at me with hurt-filled eyes. Idiots! Both of them! Draco dragged a hand down his face, trying to compose himself.

He understood that Snape was involved, too. That it was complicated. Hell – what about love wasn’t complicated? He shook his head before unhinging his jaw. “My father misses you, too. Hermione. Just give him a little bit of time.” He said it in such a way that she would know the words were all she was getting. She nodded imperceptibly.
“Thank you.” She cleared her throat and forced a bright smile to her face. It took effort for Draco not to grimace at the falseness of the expression. “Tell me something interesting.”
“I have a date with Millie Wednesday for dinner.” Draco grinned when her face lit up for real. “She actually owled me like I asked.”
“Oh Draco!” Hermione breathed and her happiness for him was evident. He felt affection for her swell in his chest. She was truly the best friend he’d had in … well, in forever. “Promise you’ll tell me everything!”
“I’m not a girlfriend, Beaves,” he teased as he chuckled at her enthusiasm.
“Promise, Ferret!” she insisted fondly.
He snorted. “Alright, alright,” he agreed holding up his hands in surrender. “Tell me how things are going with Snape. Have you scened yet?”
“Nothing crazy.” She shrugged, but the heat in her eyes said that while it might not have been crazy…it had been good.
“What did he do?”
She lowered her voice even more, as the biddy’s across from them were not even trying to conceal their eavesdropping. “Over the lap spanking and he tied my wrists to the bed while we made love.”
“No fucking?” Draco quirked an eyebrow. Hermione hissed for him to be quiet before giving up and muttering Muffliato under her breath.
“Definitely was love making.” She was blushing lightly.
“He hasn’t collared you.” It was a statement – he could clearly see there was no collar on her neck.
Hermione’s hand fluttered up to clutch at her throat. She still struggled with the emotions she had when she found it bare. Lucius’ collar had been there for over four months, and she really hadn’t wanted it to be removed. “No. We discussed it. We’re going to take it slow.”
“Why?”
She felt stunned. Did Draco not know? “Er…well, um. First and foremost, because we want to – the last time we moved quickly and without thought we hurt each other terribly. But…also because…you really don’t know?”
Draco look confused, but then guarded. She knew he hated being left out of the loop. “I guess I don’t.”
“Britt Brennan went to Severus last Friday for help,” she paused and took a slow breath, “she’s pregnant.”
Draco’s jaw dropped comically before quickly snapping shut. His voice was tight when he said, “Tell me everything.”
Hermione knew something was wrong the moment Severus stepped into her flat with the rushing sound of the floo fire dying behind him. He looked utterly exhausted and wrung out, that much was certain, but when he crossed her flat in quick strides and pulled her up and into his arms, she knew something bad had happened.
He settled her bum on the kitchen counter and stepped between her legs, deepening their embrace. She held him tightly, letting her grip and her silence support him until he was ready to talk.
His voice was a deep, quiet rumble and his breath warmed her hair when he finally spoke. “I saw Britt today, in the small hours of the morning,” he began. “She lost the child.”
Hermione gasped and pulled back to see his face. “Oh, Severus. Is she alright? Are you alright…is…was the child…?” She left the question open ended, not knowing how to voice such heart-breaking words.
“The child was not mine,” he said softly. She could hear a tinge of relief in his voce. “She was too young; Britt and I haven’t been together since the New Year. The child was only fifteen weeks gestation.”
Hermione nodded, and was embarrassed when her eyes filled with tears. “And Britt? How is Britt doing?”
“What’s this?” Severus asked, slightly startled as a tear slipped down one cheek. He smoothed it away.
“This isn’t about me,” she brushed off his question.
“I think Britt will be okay,” he told her gently, still concerned with her tears. He gripped her face with both hands. “Her sister had arrived before I left. She was sad, and rightfully so, but determined to be alright.”
Hermione gave a tight nod, trying to get the lump in her throat to go away. She felt such anguish for the redhead, no matter that she hadn’t particularly liked the woman. She had witnessed the aftermath of pregnancy loss from a very close source at a very young age, though, and was well aware of how devastating it could be.
“Hermione,” Severus said, “please tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. Why are you crying?”
She shook her head. “I am sad for her – and for you. Miscarriages are awful.”
Severus froze, his mind whirring confusedly. “Have you…?”
Hermione immediately knew what he was asking and was quick to reassure him. “No, no! Not me…my…my mother.” It was quiet for a beat, each of them lost in their thoughts before she continued. “She lost numerous pregnancies. My father confided in me once – when I was much older; in my teens – that they’d had two before me, and three after me before he could convince her to stop trying. Each one broke her heart more and more. I remember the last one, though. I was about ten. She carried my little sister to twenty-three weeks before the baby just stopped moving one day.” Severus watched Hermione carefully, realizing she was lost in a memory that was a combination of missing her parents and grief for the little sister she had almost had.
“Again – this isn’t about me.” She attempted to brush off the conversation as she wiped her eyes with her wrist before she cupped his face in her hands and pressed a light kiss to his lips. “Are you okay?”
Snape was startled at the question as he returned her gentle buss. He hadn’t really thought about it. Was he okay? “I’m…fine,” he began hesitantly. He shifted his gaze to stare at a spot over her shoulder as words seemed to pour out of him without permission. The more comfortable he had become with Hermione, the easier it had been to talk to her about anything.
“I have a fondness for her – for Britt. Like you said, we have a long history. I was worried about her, and now I feel very sad for her. She’s a strong witch, and seeing her so vulnerable… Well, I’d be lying if I didn’t say it shook me up a bit.”
He worried that he had said something he shouldn’t have, but when he met her eyes again, she nodded compassionately. “I imagine it did,” she gave him a gentle push. “Let me make us something to eat – I’ll put on some tea. You keep talking.”
He let her slide off the counter and away from him and watched her fill a tea pot, before pulling items from the fridge for soup. Snape continued to tell her what had been running through his mind all day. “We talked for a while. I comforted her with touch, and I held her for a bit – she just needed the contact –” He suddenly felt like he was making a terrible confession, but Hermione’s response soothed him.
“Of course, she did,” his little witch agreed over her shoulder as she set the kettle on the burner. “You did nothing wrong.”
Severus heaved a sigh of relief before continuing. He had to admit that Hermione being so understanding was very calming. “We talked – about the child, about how she was feeling. She named her Sophia.”
“That’s a beautiful name.” Hermione had finished readying the tea leaves and pot for the water and was pouring chicken stock into a pot.
“It was her mother’s name; it is a pretty name.” Severus paused, watching as she carefully removed two large chicken breasts from a package and laid them in the pot before washing her hands.
“It made me realize something…” Hermione let him trail off as she carried the pot of broth and chicken to the stove and set it on the back burner, thinking he might need to collect his thoughts.
She was shredding carrots before he answered and smiled as he automatically pulled down a cutting board to start dicing the onion and celery. They worked well together.
“I feel guilty saying it,” he said after a while, “but I’m glad that if she’d had the child it wouldn’t have been mine.” He waited for her to scold him, but she didn’t.
“That’s natural, Severus,” she said softly. “You two broke up, you’re in a new relationship – it would have been hard.” She paused briefly. “I can’t lie, I’m relieved the child would not have been yours, as well. That does make me feel guilty – because it makes me feel selfish.
“But just because we feel that way doesn’t make us bad people, it just makes us human. If the child had been yours, you would have supported Britt and the babe. You would have been in their lives. You would have loved your child, and I would have supported you! We would have figured it out and hopefully made it work. But I do have to say that it’s a relief not to have to contend with any of these scenarios. To know that the child was never yours is something of a liberation of the mind.”
They continued to work on their dicing and shredding while Severus contemplated what she said for a long time. The silence was comfortable, companionable. Only when they had finished and he had scraped the product of their shredding and dicing into the pot of soup did he answer.
“You’re right.” He washed his hands in the sink and used a towel to dry them. "It is selfish to think it, but it’s not at the same time. Britt is my past…”
He moved in behind her as she took her turn at the sink to rinse her hands before washing the cutting board. Smiling lightly as she stilled, Severus rested his hands on her hips and kissed the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“I hope you’re my future,” he murmured into her ear and he brushed his fingers under the hem of her shirt to caress her stomach, which caused her to give a breathy moan. “And through all this, I’ve realized I really do want a family. I’m glad that we still have the chance to head in that direction; that it still might be a possibility for us.”
Severus watched as the cutting board clattered nosily from her hand into the basin. She spun in his arms and pulled him down for a heated kiss. The angry sound of the kettle spitting was the only reason he broke away from her, but only long enough to move the blasted thing off the burner and turn the stove off.
“Leave the soup,” she told him before his fingers had even let go of the stove top button, “it has to simmer for a while, anyhow.” Then, she was pulling him from the kitchen urgently.
A masked Hermione entered the club for the first time since Lucius had ended their contract nearly two weeks prior. It felt good, but very different, to be here under her own accord and power. For the last almost five months, every time she had entered the club she had belonged to Lucius Malfoy. Tonight, however, she was there as her own person. Granted, she was planning on submitting to Severus.
They had been playing plenty over the last two weeks. He had spanked her, tied her up, held her down, gagged her, and used his belt and a strap on her. It had been wonderful – she loved every minute of it. She was craving the intensity that she and Lucius had built up to, though. She wanted to do a full scene with Severus and was hoping this was why he had requested her presence at the club tonight. It was Sunday, so he wasn’t on the floor. Nor was Lucius in the building, as her training Master always had Sunday nights off. She tried to tell herself that the last bit wasn’t important…that it wouldn’t have changed anything if Lucius had been here. She knew she was wrong, however. She still missed him, and his presence would be a distraction.
“Hey Jonathan!” she greeted brightly while sitting herself at the bar. Severus was expecting her, but not until six. She had come a bit early after deciding to see if anyone was around for her to chatter at.
“Poppet!” Jonathan sent her a happy smile and finished serving a tall transgender woman before he came over to her. “How’re you feeling, love?”
“I’m great,” she returned his smile and looked him up and down. He was wearing something different – a pair of inky black pinstriped trousers with a matching double-breasted vest. He wore no shirt underneath, and a choker bow tie was fastened at this throat. Perched on his head was a black felt bowler hat with a wispy looking peacock feather stuck in it. “You look great! New uniform?”
Jonathan laughed. “You know Master Lucius and his desire for only the best. I fear when Draco takes over the club someday the wardrobe will change even more frequently.”
Hermione snickered. Those Malfoy men – if they didn’t bleed masculinity, one would most definitely think they were gay. “Certainly looks like something Lucius would pick out. It matches the waitstaff’s Basques! You really do look wonderful.”
“Thanks, Poppet.” He paused to fill a glass with iced water upon her request and then settled his arms on the counter as he leaned forward. “I heard you and Master Lucius ended your contract. Then we don’t see you for a couple weeks – you doing okay?”
Hermione’s hand flew up to cup her bare throat. “I’m fine,” she answered quickly. “It was a bit of a … shock, but I knew it wouldn’t last forever. It was just a training contract.”
“I really thought Master Snape would have had a collar on you like that!” He snapped his fingers for emphasis.
“We’re taking it slow.” Hermione took a drink of her water to avoid saying more than that.
“Sure, sure.” He grinned. “You’re seeing him tonight? Gonna scene?”
“I am, and I hope so!” She felt her face flame. She’d been a member of this club for almost seven months now, and whenever anyone waggled their brows and asked about scening, she still felt the blush hit her cheeks like a freight train hitting a brick wall.
He laughed at her and she took another sip. “Have you seen Severus?”
“Oooh, boy. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone call him straight old ‘Severus’.” Jonathan looked at her with sparkling eyes. “But last I knew, Master Snape was in the office.”
“He is Severus, and until we’ve established some rules, a contract, and/or he’s collared me, that’s who he’ll be to me.” She was being playful, but her face paled when a gruff voice answered from behind her.
“Is that so, Mine?” She squeaked as a large hand splayed across her abdomen and another cupped her jaw and neck from behind. When his lips hit the side of her throat, she didn’t hesitate with her reaction. A soft moan left her lips and one arm moved up to wrap behind her so she could sink her fingers into his hair.
Snape pressed a few more kisses to her neck and across her jaw before tilting her face around to press a light kiss on her lips. She melted into him completely, letting him take over entirely. When he pulled away too short a time later, he smirked down at her with glinting black eyes behind his simple mask. “I booked room ten. In fifteen minutes, you will go there. I want you to strip except for your knickers and kneel in the center of the bed. I will join you when I’m able.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured shyly while looking up at him through her lashes. He kissed her again, gently before giving her a half smirk and leaving her at the bar with her glass of sparkling water and an open-mouthed Jonathan watching him walk away.
“What?” she asked her friend when she returned from her little daze.
He blinked at her a couple times before a soft smile curled his mouth. “Poppet,” he leaned back down towards her, so he could talk quietly. “I have been working here for as long as Masters Snape and Lucius have owned this place – I have never – ever – seen Snape kiss anyone on the mouth unless it was obligatory.”
“That can’t be,” she protested, but a surreptitious glance around proved that there were a few people staring at her in what seemed to be surprise, some were even whispering to their friends while watching her. Without her permission, a vivid memory of Snape snogging Britt on New Year’s came to mind. Had that been an obligatory kiss? Had it only happened because it was midnight on New Year’s? Suddenly, she was seeing the memory through new eyes.
“I assure you, I am not lying.” He looked at her contemplatively. “I knew you guys were dating – it’s obviously going well?”
“Very,” she answered.
“I’m happy for you,” he said sincerely. “And I love you, so take this the right way please – but I’m really happy for him. He deserves a good lass like you. That poor man has been alone for far, far too long.”
Hermione felt a heat of pleasure fill her stomach. “I intend to change that – for good.”
Jonathan’s eyes widened imperceptibly before he gave her a toothy grin. “I hope you do! Now – you should probably use the loo before you head down. If the rumors about that man are true, you’re in for a wild ride.”
“We’re just starting off,” she waved her hand dismissively, “I doubt he has anything too crazy up his sleeve.”
However, when Jonathan cocked an eyebrow as if to say, Are you sure about that? Hermione second guessed herself and scuttled off to the bathroom.
Less than ten minutes later, she was naked and in the kneel position in the middle of the large, brown leather padded bench that served as a bed in room ten. The room was cool enough that her nipples were standing proud and gooseflesh covered her skin.

She was nervous, but that didn’t surprise her. This is what she had been waiting for – for months.
“Kneel is good!” Severus voice barked out, making her jump spectacularly as he banged into the room. “Nadu!”
She started at him in shock for the breath of a second before comprehension dawned on her and she quickly moved into the Nadu position, spreading her thighs and placing her palms up as she bowed her head. “Please Me,” she shifted forward and placed her palms flat between her spread knees and raised her head. Her eyes met his briefly before she dropped her mouth open, prepared to take his cock between her lips in less than two seconds.
“Beautiful,” he muttered with blazing obsidian orbs. “I want your eyes on me at all times – that’s going to be different from Lucius. He prefers diverted eyes. Show me.”
Hermione raised her stare to meet Severus’ and it took everything in her not to moan aloud when she saw he already had his boots off and his chest bared.
“Display Humble.” She moved into her confession position. “Table…good. Stool. Perfection. On your feet.”
Hermione did not dawdle, but she did not scramble. His voice was becoming rougher with every position he asked of her. He was appreciating the show and much as she was enjoying the performance. These were basics – and she knew the basics to utter perfection.
“Come to me,” he demanded and she obliged. “I wish to Inspect you,” she spread her legs shoulder width apart and raised her hands behind her head, splaying her elbows out from her shoulders to thrust out her breasts. She was only wearing her navy blue thong. She couldn’t help the small smirk that curved her lips when he swore as he circled her.
“At My Service,” he commanded as he stripped his socks and undid his belt. Her breath hitched as she moved into position. He nodded before turning away from her and moved to the rack of BDSM tools on the far wall. It took effort not to wince as he selected a medium width rattan cane. Her heart rate accelerated alarmingly.
“Attention.” He turned around and met her gaze again. If he saw her apprehension, he didn’t let on. She tried to school her features so he wouldn’t see that she was scared. She hated the cane. Nothing good had ever come from the cane. Lucius did not use it with her, and she had always believed it was because he didn’t care for it – but subconsciously she figured it was because he knew she didn’t like it – and he knew why.
She didn’t realize she was trembling slightly until he murmured, “Wait.” She adjusted her position once more and took a slow, deep breath in through her nose, trying to calm herself.
Affectionately, he reached out with one hand and cupped the side of her face as he smoothed a calloused thumb over the arch of her cheek bone. “I know you’re nervous, love,” he murmured. “I am, too.”
She closed her eyes, trying to prevent the tears that were welling in them. She wasn’t completely sure why she was suddenly so emotional. It felt like this was a pinnacle moment, a turning point of epic proportion. What happened here – what happened right now – was going to determine whether or not they were truly, fully compatible…and she was terrified beyond reason.
Hermione felt his lips press gently to her forehead and when he pulled back she opened her eyes to find him staring at her compassionately. “I am sorry, Hermione. I am sorry for taunting you with Britt’s public punishment. I am sorry for not behaving like a grown man and talking things out with you. But most of all, I am sorry that I used this,” Severus indicated the cane in his hand, “in anger to punish you when you had done nothing but open yourself to be vulnerable to me and to please me. I regret I misunderstood your intentions, but even if I hadn’t, you didn’t deserve that. Do you accept my apology?”
Hermione swallowed down the lump in her throat before nodding as she answered, “Yes, Severus. I accept your apology. In fact, I forgave you all your mistakes in the beginning a long time ago. Can you forgive me as well, sir? For pushing when I should have backed down, for not communicating fully? For being so utterly Gryffindor?”
His eyes darkened even as he smirked. He leaned to brush her lips with his own. “I forgive you, Mine.” He kissed her more deeply, sweeping his tongue over her mouth before tugging her top lip gently with his teeth.
“Let me demonstrate how wonderful the cane can feel,” he commanded gruffly. “Show me Wall.” He indicated to the patch of bare wall behind them. She held his gaze for one moment more before nodding and turning to place herself appropriately.
“Ah, but you are a stunning creature, Hermione Granger,” he said softly. His deep baritone was thick with lust and it made a shiver of excitement trickle down her spine.
Severus cleared his throat before continuing to speak. “My plans for tonight are as such: I will warm your skin with my hand and then I will cane you. The caning is for pleasure, Mine, not punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He chuckled softly when her bottom wiggled a bit at the praise. “I plan to put my hands on you, my fingers in you. I plan to make you climax numerous times,” he paused when she let out a breathy little moan and grinned as her backside started dancing a little more. “Then I’m going to restrain you and fuck you. Does this sound acceptable?”
“Yes, sir!” The response was enthusiastic.
His voice was laced with mirth. “Do you have any questions or concerns?”
“No, sir. I trust you.”
There was a very heavy pause, the words meaning so much to both of them.
“Thank you, pet,” he told her sincerely. “Tell me your safe words.”
“Yellow and red.”
“Very good.”
Purposefully, he leaned the cane up against the wall just slightly to one side of her so she could see it out of her peripheral vision. He moved slowly to her, laying a palm on her lower back before placing the other on her stomach and gently arching her spine more so her bum stuck out a little further.
Without warning he landed a smooth smack on one arse cheek. Watching her flesh jiggle from the impact was delicious – mesmerizing – and he leaned to press an open-mouthed kiss to one bare shoulder. This kiss turned into a nip as he cracked her other cheek, causing her to stiffen and gasp before a low groan tore out of her throat. Then he let himself loose. With upward smacks, he turned her bum light pink before pausing to rub it gently. She held herself against the wall beautifully, he was enthralled with her control, how she didn’t try and bring her thighs together for friction and that her elbows were held just so. He listened to her pant lightly, the sound growing more ragged as he rolled her thong down so it rested just under the swell of her cheeks.
Severus dipped his fingers into her gusset and swore softly when he found her beyond soaked. “Legs together,” he commanded and was pleased when she acquiesced without a sound. Sliding her knickers completely down, he tapped one of her feet to indicate he wanted her to step out of them. They were beyond drenched, a stain of cream in their center.
“Miss Granger,” his voice was euphoric, “look at me.”
Hermione turned her head to the side to find him grinning, a grin that only grew when she glanced to the cream covered knickers in his hands and a blush spread across her cheeks. “Open your mouth.”
The blush darkened, and he realized she figured out what he was going to do immediately. Her jaw dropped open as she watched him carefully wad the small scrap of fabric into a ball before carefully shoving it in her mouth and then using a finger to encourage her to close it. “Keep them in there.” She nodded. “Resume your position.”
Severus dipped his fingers back into her folds once she was repositioned and smirked at the muffled moan she gave him. Sliding his fingers into her heat he sought out her g-spot and pushed down, causing a scrumptious little whimper to leave her.
He only played with her for a few moments, just enough to get her squirming, before he disengaged and reached for the cane. She froze absolutely.
“Mine, I don’t want you to safe word for this,” he told her softly. “I want you to love it. We’re going to play – and I want you to communicate freely. If you need a break, say so. If you like it, say so. If you don’t like it, tell me. Understood? The safe words should be for emergencies. If you need to push the gag out to talk to me, you do so. Promise?”
She nodded.
“Good. Arch your back a little more.” She complied.
The taste of her own arousal and fabric filled her mouth and she was breathing heavily through her nose. Hermione jumped slightly when Severus started lightly tapping the cane across her backside. Breathe, she told herself. Just continue to breathe. For pleasure, this is not punishment. This is his favorite tool – he promised to make you love it. Just breathe.
As she concentrated on dragging steadying breaths through her nose, Hermione heard more than felt the whoosh-crack of the cane on her bum. Unwillingly, she made a small noise of distress, but that was before an absolutely scrumptious line of heat erupted across her arse. The whimper turned into a surprised, throaty moan muffled by her panties and her back arched for more of its own accord.
The tapping resumed, but all Hermione could hear was rumbled, nonsensical praise from her lover as the rush of blood filled her ears. The next line of heat bloomed shortly after the last and she gasped through her nose. This sound turned into a squeal as Severus' fingers delved into her pussy again, seeking out her sweet spot and working her over furiously.
She moaned and pressed back against him as her orgasm built quickly. She felt the sweet-painful pressure of the need for the loo and knew she was going to cover his fingers with come when she climaxed. When his other hand slid around her waist to seek out her clitoris, she detonated. Not wanting to accidently loose her knickers from her mouth, she locked her teeth together as she screamed through her orgasm, feeling her release pour out of her.
Severus swore hotly when her dam burst and she ejaculated over his fingers. He had to shake his head to clear his thoughts as he was so entranced with the sight and the feel of her muscles sucking his fingers as hot liquid dripped down his palm. It was the first time he had made her squirt quite so ferociously. He had seen it before, the stage show came to mind, but this time he had caused it.
Quickly grasping the cane again, Severus repositioned himself for the next strike as she was coming down from her high. Tap-tap-tap, flip, whoosh-crack! The third line was perfectly parallel to the previous two and he stared at them with fascinated satisfaction as he lined up the fourth and then the fifth. After landing the sixth blow, he dropped the cane, through with it for the night. He had proved his point, the cane could bring pleasure.
He dropped to his knees behind Hermione and tilted her hips forward so he could bury his face in her snatch. His nose settled in the crack of her arse and he felt he’d happily go cross-eyed to stare at those gorgeous lines for the rest of the night.
Severus’ grip tightened at her surprised jolt of pleasure as he plunged his tongue into her cunt as deep as he could reach. He loved listening to her moans and delicate grunts of pleasure.
“Take the knickers out of your mouth, I want to hear you,” he commanded a moment later, only leaving the banquet that was her ambrosia long enough to speak before delving back in. This time he sought out her clit, and growled against her as she cried out his name and shoved her hips back to ride his face.
Severus brought her off again before scooping her up. Hermione wrapped her arms and legs around him and crashed her mouth to his. He allowed her to feast on his tongue, happily sharing the flavor of her release with her.
Crossing the room in a few quick sides, he kissed her back ruthlessly before toppling her back on a wooden table that was across from the bed. He summoned his wand silently while watching her breasts heave with exertion before flicking the stick at the wooden surface, causing poles to rise up at each swell of her hip. Another swish and her knees were tied to the posts spread eagle. He had also pulled her bum off the table by a few of inches.
She was propped on her elbows, watching him with molten eyes and parted lips over the swell of her breasts. Fuck, did she look utterly debauched and sexy as hell.
“Lay back,” he instructed in a low, electric tone. “Arms bent on either side of your head, palms up.”
“Yes, sir.” She followed his directions and he moved around the table to gather her hair before smoothing it out around her head. He then tapped the table with his wand again as he held her intense stare. Metal cuffs sprung up and cupped each wrist, and her neck. Her eyes widened just a bit and he smirked at her before positioning himself back down at the end of the table.
Severus cast a cushioning charm before he crawled onto the table to cover her body with his own. He didn’t speak or make a sound, but continued to hold her whiskey eyes with his. He butted his knees slightly under her bum before he lined his pulsing prick up at her pussy entrance. Pushing inside of her caused both of them to close their eyes, breaking the intense stare but causing overwhelming heat and pleasure to pour through both their bodies.
Hermione whimpered as he filled her the way only he was able to. It was an incredible, deep, and thorough penetration that occupied every space in her body completely. Not just with his beautiful cock, but with the emotion and electricity that radiated between them.
She wanted to raise her hips to meet his stroke, but the way her legs were tied prevented it. She wanted to reach for him, to kiss him, to hold him to her, but her hands and her neck cuffs wouldn’t allow it. This realization sent the signal for her body to let down another deluge of release, and when Severus pulled back before thrusting forward again, she was sure his expletive was because of the heat she had just doused him with.
Then he was fucking her. Truly fucking her as he had never done before. The poles were rattling, the table was rocking, and her wrists would surely chaff in their cuffs. All she could do was cry out her encouragement and gasp and moan and writhe beneath him. He brought her off for the third time. She couldn’t believe how fast and hard the man could fuck. By the time her fourth orgasm hit, she was mindless with pleasure, disjointedly babbling praises and begging him to fill her up with his seed. Severus complied with her wishes and slammed into her with a feral howl as he climaxed before dropping heavily on top of her.
Hermione wasn’t sure how she got from the table to standing in the middle of the room a few minutes later, but it seemed as though Severus couldn’t keep his hands and lips off her. He kissed every inch of her skin as he helped her back into her clothing. Trailing his fingers up her spine as he zipped her dress while pressing more kisses to her neck and shoulders as he steadied her hips so she could step into her shoes. Then he wrapped her into a tight embrace and kissed her mouth deeply, drawing her tongue out to duel while nipping playfully at her lips and diving back in as though he’d like nothing better than to swallow her whole.
“Tell me, Mine,” he murmured into her hair fifteen minutes later, after they had made their way through the club to the privacy of his flat. “Were expectations met for you?”
Hermione was curled into him, completely knackered. Before they had retired to the couch, he had placed a floo order with The Dungeon’s kitchens, and their dinner would be delivered shortly. She was glad, after all that activity, she was as ravenous as she was sleepy.
“Expectations were Exceeded,” she teased lightly. Tilting her head back, she smiled beatifically at him and her heart clenched when he returned the expression with his handsome half-smile before leaning down to kiss her.
Their food arrived and they ate sandwiches and pickles with chips snuggled up on the couch together. They conversed about their day between bites and ended their meal sipping water and staring contentedly into the fire.
Pretty sure she dozed for a bit, Hermione was surprised when Severus shifted out from underneath her.
“Where are you going?” She watched him walk to the small dining table.
“I drew up the contract we discussed on Thursday. I’d like you to read it. I’m pretty sure it’s perfect though. I used the pensieve to revisit our discussion so I didn’t miss anything.”
Hermione’s heart was racing as she sat up straight on the couch. A contract…did that mean he was going to…?
“No collar yet, pet.” He gave her a gentle look to soften the blow. “Soon, though. Let’s get the contract started, let’s set up our scenes and give it a bit more time to fit it in to our lives together, okay?” He handed her the rolled parchment and she nodded in agreement as she took it from him eagerly. She unrolled the parchment to read:
DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE CONTRACT
Hermione Granger & Severus Snape
29 April 2007
This contract is a verbally binding agreement between Severus Snape (hereafter referred to as the Dominant) and Hermione Granger (hereafter referred to as the submissive). Herein lies their mutual agreement as to roles, limits, timelines, safe words, aftercare, rituals, bondage, and discipline. It will be updated every three months or more often as needed.
ROLES:
The Dominant will assume the role of Master. The submissive will assume the role of sexual submissive.

LIMITS:
Dominant’s soft limits: None.

Dominant’s hard limits: Abrasion, bestiality, branding, catheterization, cross dressing, cutting/blood play, dilation, fire play, electrical wand play – internal/TENS/violet wand, eye contact restriction, golden showers (urinate on), harems, hypnotism, injections, nipple piercing, piercing – permanent or temporary, scarification (cutting, making scars), scat (brown showers), shared (given to another Dom temporarily), swallowing urine, swapping, tattooing.
Submissive’s soft limits: Catheterization, cross dressing, diapers, dilation, enemas for cleansing or for retention/training, infantilism (baby play), menstrual play, serving as an ashtray.
Submissive’s hard limits: Abrasion, bestiality, branding, cutting – blood play, fire play, golden showers (being urinated on), injections, nipple piercings, piercing – permanent or temporary, photographs, scarification (cutting, making scars), scat (brown showers), swallowing urine, tattooing, video recording.
TIMELINES:
Submissive agrees to submit Mondays and Thursdays after work. Other times can be arranged between Dominant and submissive to meet needs/schedules.
SAFE WORDS:
The Dominant and submissive will utilize the stoplight system for safe words. When asked “What color are we?” the submissive may reply –

Green – for go.
Yellow – for slow/need to discuss.
Red – for all actions to stop immediately.
Both the dominant or the submissive can enact safe words at any time. The submissive will only use the color green when the Dominant asks for her color as a simple way to inform the Dominant is comfortable and/or ready to proceed. Both the Dominant or submissive should use yellow when a situation feels like it may become overwhelming or dangerous, when they need to discuss what is happening, when they need to slow the intensity of the situation, or for any other reason they deem fit. Both the Dominant or submissive should use red when they can no longer cope with a situation for any reason. The use of the word red ends the scene immediately in its entirely and aftercare will start directly between the pair.
AFTERCARE:
Aftercare will be provided to the submissive from the Dominant at the end of every submissive session. Aftercare includes, but is not limited to:

Physical Needs: water, food, blankets, pillows, massage, healing, shower, bath, potions, creams, etc.

Emotional Needs: comfort, hugs, kisses, holding/being held, discussion, reassurance, etc.
RITUALS:
All following rules, rituals, and scenarios will only be in effect between the Dominant and submissive when the submissive is formally submitting to her Dominant.
The Dominant will employ the use of Submissive Training Positions & Poses. It is expected that the submissive know all fourteen preferred positions and respond to them immediately and without question.
It is expected that the submissive will call the Dominant either Master or Sir when addressing him in any and all submissive scenarios. Master is to be used at all times when at The Dungeon, whether in public or in private.
The following rules will be followed when at The Dungeon for social interactions:
1. The submissive is not allowed to speak or touch any man without permission with the following exceptions: a. verbal interaction and casual touch with Draco Malfoy and Jonathan Reid, and b. verbal interaction with Etan Browne and Lucius Malfoy.
2. The submissive is allowed to engage in conversations with other women to ascertain their status (Dom/sub). If the woman is a submissive, the submissive may interact with her verbally and with casual touch. If the woman is Dominant, she may interact with her verbally.
3. The submissive is to always know where her Dominant is. He is always her primary focus. She should never be more than 2-3 steps away from his side unless instructed otherwise.
4. The submissive is given permission to act as needed in an emergent situation without fear of punishment.
When Submitting or at The Dungeon:
1. The Dominant will expect the submissive to act with respect at all times.
2. The submissive is not allowed to speak to her Dominant unless spoken to. If she has the need to speak or ask a question, she must ask permission first and wait for consent to be granted before continuing.
3. The submissive is to tell the Dominant if she is hungry, thirsty, or needs to use the restroom. Her needs will be addressed or provided for by the Dominant.
4. Unless otherwise noted, the submissive is to position herself: a. two steps behind her Dominant to the left when walking or standing, or b. in Kneel at her Dominant’s feet when sitting.

During Submission Scenes:
1. The Dominant will expect the submissive to use Kneel or Nadu while scenes are being discussed prior to engagement. During this discussion the submissive will a. not speak unless a direct question is asked, and will b. make direct eye contact when speaking or being spoken to.
2. The Dominant and submissive are expected to employ the use of safe words as needed.
3. All other scene-specific scenarios will be discussed as the Dominant and submissive continue their explorations.
BONDAGE/SUSPENSION:
The submissive has agreed to all forms of bondage and suspension that the Dominant is comfortable performing. The Dominant promises that all safety precautions will be taken when performing bondage and suspension.
DISCIPLINE:
When rules or rituals are disregarded or broken, the submissive will submit to discipline. Punishment(s) will fit the transgression(s) and will include but are not limited to:

1. Public humiliation in the form of time out.
2. Writing about the transgression: why it was wrong, why the rule was broken, and giving a formal written apology.
3. Public oral correction: the submissive will recite what she did wrong, what rule was broken and why, and give a formal apology.
4. Edging/orgasm denial.
5. Sexual deprivation.
6. Corporal punishment.
7. Public corporal punishment.
8. Any other punishment the Dominant sees fit that falls within the confines of the submissive’s limits.
BDSM CHECKLIST:
See attached.

Signed: SEVERUS SNAPE Dominant; Date: April 29^th, 2007
Signed: submissive; Date: April 29^th, 2007

Hermione shuffled the papers to glance at the checklist parchment. It was an extensive list – over four feet in length – of different acts of debauchery. Then there were two sets of columns. The first set asked if she had ever tried the act. If she marked “yes” she was then asked to rate how she had liked it on a scale of one to five. One being she disliked it intensely, five being she loved it. The second set of columns asked “Would you like to do it (again)?" Then there were five columns: Never = a hard limit, No Desire = a soft limit. Forced = if she was forced to do it that she might like it. Maybe = she would consider it under the right conditions. Or yes (self-explanatory). Lastly, there was a column that she could check entitled “Fetish Need”, meaning it was something she craved and needed to be fulfilled sexually.
It was the same list Lucius had used with her. Hermione had filled out a new one for Snape per his request a few days prior, so she had no concerns with it. She skimmed it (because the lawyer in her would not allow her not to) and then, without hesitation, reached for the self-inking quill Severus held in his hand as he patiently waited for her to finish reading. She signed her name on the submissive line with a slight flourish and then looked up at him, grinning.
“It’s perfect.”
She reveled in the slow, closed-mouth grin that curl her lover’s lips.
Post Note: You can find a copy of the BDSM list we used here: https://www.scribd.com/document/163631556/BDSM-Checklist
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