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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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4 - Hit Me Baby One More Time
Sunlight streamed in Hermione’s bedroom window, searing her eyes. Too bright. She moaned, turning her head to check the clock. Bollocks! It was just past noon. There was work she needed to finish in the library, and she’d promised Harry and Ron she’d help them with their Potions essays. Attempting to roll over, every inch of her body started screaming at her. “Ahhhggggh!”
She was sore in places she’d never even felt before. Her arse seemed to have grown new muscles just to add to the ache. Running her hands over her bum, she felt the lines he’d given her the night before. Her skin felt tight and swollen.
Hermione felt about 500 years old as she struggled out of bed. Every millimeter of movement brought fresh new torture. Her legs were so tight all she could manage was a sad shuffle.
Heading toward the bathroom, she was sorting through possible remedies in her head when she heard Draco on the other side of the bathroom door, humming a Weird Sisters song. She never thought the day would come when she’d be so grateful Draco was Head Boy.
She’d been devastated when Harry had turned down the title, saying he’d had enough pressure in his life to last a thousand years and didn’t want any more responsibility than Quidditch Captain. Ron wasn’t authoritative enough, according to McGonagall, so (for reasons she still didn’t understand) the position had been given to Draco. Hermione was reluctant to believe that he’d changed since the war, but to her surprise, he hadn’t called her Mudblood once.
Things had been tense at first, but she had to admit he was different. (Still snooty as hell but less of an overbearing prick.) They got on surprisingly well, considering their past, and Hermione was pleased to find that he spent much of his free time studying. Although, she wasn’t sure if that was a new development or not. Except for Blaise, he didn’t hang out with the same people anymore. He might have just been bored. She’d definitely destroyed any lingering ambivalence between them when she’d asked him to spank her.
Hermione knocked softly on the door. “Draco?"
The humming stopped. “Granger?”
The door to their shared bathroom swung open, and Draco stared down at her in confusion. She usually got up around seven, so she could understand his puzzlement.
“Bloody hell, Granger,” he muttered, looking her up and down with growing amusement.
Double bollocks! It dawned on her how she must look—her clothes wrinkled from sleeping in them, her hair a tangled ball of frizz. Her hand shot up to cover the marks on her neck. He burst out laughing.
Bracing himself in the doorway, Draco made no attempt to restrain his mirth. Tears were forming in his eyes he was laughing so hard. “Merlin’s balls, Granger. Looks like your night was far more eventful than mine."
Rolling her eyes, Hermione let him laugh. It was her own fault, and she would have been equally amused to find him in a similar state. “Are you about finished?” she huffed.
“Gimme a second.” He wiped his eyes and sighed out a few dying notes of laughter. “All right . . . I’m okay now."
“What’s that smelly stuff you use after Quidditch?”
Bursting into fresh howls, he gasped out, “Marchant’s Magic Muscle Balm?”
“Yes, could I borrow some?”
“Oh gods,” he muttered, wiping his streaming eyes again. “Yeah. It’s around here somewhere.”
He dug around in the cabinet drawers. “Here it is,” he announced, holding it out to her. A renewed outbreak of laughter started when he saw her try to walk. He clutched his side and almost fell over. “You’re killing me, Granger."
“Dammit, Malfoy. Don’t be such a prat.”
“Wait,” he said, attempting to be serious. “You’re going to need something stronger than that.”
“Really?” she asked, not sure if he was taking the Mickey or not.
Malfoy searched under the sink and came out with a jar of something she couldn’t identify (but appeared to be lawn debris).
Still trying to stop the giggles, Draco went to the tub and turned on the tap. When the water felt right to him, he dumped in three handfuls of the jar’s contents. “Soak in this for at least twenty minutes first,” he said, his voice shaking with residual amusement. He swirled the water around with his hand. “Put on the balm when you get out.”
“Would you stop laughing,” she growled. “And thank you. Now, please, get out.”
“Sure you don’t need any help,” he asked, waggling his eyebrows at her.
“Yes, quite!” She pushed him toward the door. It was a pitiful attempt. Even if she hadn’t been a stiff block of aching muscle, he was still much bigger and stronger than she was. He waited until she gave up then calmly walked out the door that connected to his room, a smirk lighting his pointed face. Wanker. Once she actually tried to take off her clothes, she had some second thoughts. Her arms were stiff as broomsticks; she had no range of motion. Just unbuttoning her shirt was too taxing. She didn't think she could even bend over. Bugger.
Shuffling to the door, Hermione looked around for him. “Draco?” She spotted him in the corner near the bookcase.
He arched an eyebrow and smiled broadly. “Yes?”
“Will you help me with this?”
He came back into the bathroom. All she’d managed to do since he’d left was get her shirt unbuttoned.
“My arms won’t move,” she explained.
Snickering, he started to push her shirt down her shoulders.
“Wait,” she said, turning away. “Don’t look.”
“I’ve already seen it.”
He’d asked to see her tits when he spanked her, and she’d felt flashing was a fair trade for his services. He hadn’t really seen her naked (just bits and pieces of her nakedness). Her thoughts were currently on her damaged derrière. She didn’t want him to see the marks. They’re mine, she thought petulantly, and he’ll laugh even more. “Just don’t look, okay?”
He shrugged. “Okay."
Shutting his eyes, he pulled her shirt down her arms and threw it on the floor. Draco peeked under his lashes to find the hook on her bra. Unfastening it, he pushed it forward so she could pull it off. “I have to look to undo your skirt.”
She sighed, feeling his stare on her naked back. “All right, but shut your eyes again after that.”
Nodding, he unzipped her skirt. Draco closed his eyes, but not all the way. There was no way he wasn’t going to look, even if he had seen it before.
Kneeling behind her, he pulled down her socks, and she lifted her feet for him to pull them off. He tugged her skirt down her hips and saw finger marks. Keeping his face totally blank, as if he hadn’t seen anything, he pulled the material over her bum and let it fall to the floor. He was biting his tongue so hard he tasted blood. Bloody fucking hell. Even with her knickers still on, her bum looked like a battle zone, bruised and red; and he recognized cane marks when he saw them. He knew now why she hadn’t wanted him to look. She’s found someone to punish her the way she really wants.
Draco pulled down her knickers, and she turned away from him as she stepped out of the heap of clothes, covering herself with her hands.
“Okay . . . um . . . thank you very much. I can take it from here."
He covered his eyes with one hand in a dramatic fashion then “stumbled” back to his room, pulling the door closed behind him. “I’ll be in here if you need anything else, Granger.” Tilting his head back against the wall, he waited for her to figure out she couldn’t get in the tub. Restraining the laughter that threatened to reemerge, he played back the scene in his mind. Who would do that to her?
“Draco?”
Malfoy bit the insides of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Yes?” he said, cracking open the door.
Standing with her back pressed to the wall and her hands and arms obscuring all they could, she stared at the ceiling so she wouldn't have to look him in the eye. “I can’t get in the tub.”
Resting one hand over his eyes again, he stood in the doorway. Smiling. “I can’t help you without looking . . . and touching.” That was a lie. He could use his wand, but that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun.
She covered her eyes with her hand as if that would keep him from seeing something. “All right. But don’t look too much. And stop laughing.”
Malfoy walked over and studied her for a second, deciding how to proceed. She kept one hand over her mound and the other over her eyes, using her upper arms to hide her breasts. There were bruises all over her, especially her hips. She was turning out to be a far more interesting roommate than he’d ever anticipated. “I could pick you up, but it’s going to hurt a bit. Wanna try it?”
She nodded. “Just get it over with."
Scooping her up as gently as he could, Draco turned and set her in the tub. His sleeves got drenched in the dingy water. Marvelous, now I need a new shirt.
Hermione relaxed. He wouldn’t be able to see anything through the murkiness.
“I know it’s none of my business, but . . . you asked someone to do this, right?” His waving hand indicated her body.
Hermione blushed and kept her eyes on the tile wall. “Yes.”
“Do Potter and Weasley know about this new kinky side of you?” It didn’t seem likely that either of them were responsible for this kind of damage.
“No, and they’re not going to find out anything, are they?” she said with a pointed glare.
Draco smiled. There was the feisty Granger he knew. Holding up his hands defensively, he shook his head. “Slytherins are opportunists, not finks. I told you I’d keep your secret before, and I meant it.”
He knew better than to cross her. Despite her impressive fighting resumé, all he could think about was Marietta Edgecombe’s face during their fifth year. It was more than enough to keep his mouth shut. Merlin only knew what she’d do to him if he ever blabbed.
“No one would believe me even if I did tell,” he quipped, heading back to his room to change his shirt.
“Let’s not test that theory,” she warned darkly.
Sinking down until her neck was in the water, Hermione tried to relax. The water looked disgusting, as if she were bathing in a dirty, old pond. Closing her eyes, she heard Draco moving about in his room. She wasn’t really concerned about him telling anyone. He’d kept the spanking a secret. It didn’t seem likely that he’d suddenly start spilling the beans. He had no friends. Whom would he tell? Blaise? Zabini already knew about her predilections and was scared of her. There was only so far that gossip train could go.
Sauntering back into the bathroom, he finished buttoning a fresh shirt. “I’ll come back in twenty minutes and help you back out. I’ll just go see Snape in the meantime.”
Whipping around to face him, her eyes nearly popped out. “WHAT?” How does he know?
Draco looked at her as if she'd sprouted another head. “What’s the matter with you? You want more of this soaking solution, don’t you? He won’t tell me the ingredients. I’ll have to ask him for more. You’re going to go through what’s left in a couple of days.”
Her shoulders sank with relief. Way to go, Hermione. Why don’t you just spell it out for him? “Yes, of course. Sorry. I just . . . never mind.”
He stood for a few long seconds, analyzing her, then shrugged and checked his hair in the mirror one last time before leaving.
Hermione let her head thunk back against the tub, thinking about Draco’s earlier question: Did Harry and Ron know? Now that she thought about it, she wasn’t so sure. Harry had been giving her more strange looks lately which she attributed to concern about her slightly distracted behavior. Or was it something else? As far as she could tell, they both treated her the same way they always had. Maybe she was just over-analyzing it.
They were definitely going to be suspicious if she couldn’t walk though. I hope Malfoy’s right about this bath and the balm. It’ll take me an hour to get to the Great Hall like this.
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Draco knocked on Snape’s office door.
“Enter.” Snape looked up from his grading to see Malfoy’s blonde head pop round the door.
“Hey. Have you got any more of that soaking solution? I’m about out.”
“Didn’t I just give you a jar a week ago? What the hell have you been doing with it?”
Sprawling out in the uncomfortable chair Snape kept to detract visitors, Draco grinned. “Had to lend it out. Granger showed up this morning barely able to walk.”
I’ll bet. “I didn’t know you were so accommodating.”
Draco chuckled. “She seemed pretty desperate. Looked like she’d been shagged to hell and back.” He wasn’t worried about Snape. Whom would he tell? (Besides, he hadn’t revealed anything he’d promised to keep secret.) A bored quirk of one black eyebrow was the only response he got.
Rising from the desk, Severus walked to a low shelf and dug around until he found the right jar then handed it over to Draco. “Don’t fuck her so hard next time. She’s no good to you impaired.”
Snickering, Draco accepted the jar. “Nooo, it wasn’t me. She’s cute and all, but she’s way too intense for me. She’s probably got a timetable all worked out so she can shag the poor chap in the most efficient manner possible.”
A small smirk flickered across Snape’s face as he sat down.
“I can’t imagine who it could have been. Not Potter or Weasley. Maybe she’s meeting someone in Hogsmeade or something, because I can’t think of a single person here that could have left her looking like that. Well . . . I can think of several people—but no one she’d likely sleep with.”
Glancing up from the essay he was grading, Severus studied Draco, trying to peer into his head. “Why do you care?”
Draco shrugged. “I don’t really care. I’m just curious.”
There was nothing to see. Draco was keeping his thoughts carefully sealed away. What is he hiding?
Standing to leave, Draco gave him a small nod, raising the jar. “Thanks for this.”
Snape nodded absently, going back to his grading. He’d have to warn her to be careful around the Head Boy. He was getting too nosy.
Draco closed the door behind him and started back to his room. That was interesting. What were you looking for in my head, Professor?
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When Hermione got back from the library that afternoon, she found two mysterious jars sitting on her bed. A bit of parchment was wedged underneath one. Pulling it out and unfolding it, she recognized Snape’s handwriting.
The red salve is to be used externally, the blue internally.
It wasn’t signed. Hermione opened the red jar and got a strong whiff of mint and menthol. The other had no odor that she could detect.
After warding her bedroom door (and the door to the bathroom for good measure), she stripped off all her clothes and picked up the blue jar. I hope this does what I think it will. Her vagina was swollen and sore as hell. Dipping her finger into the blue goo, she looked at it critically for a few seconds before rubbing it through her folds. It was a little cold, but she felt her sex get warmer as she spread it around. Every moment of discomfort reminded her of the previous night. Replays of all the things he’d done to her rolled through her mind with each twinge. Hermione knew she needed to heal if she was going to see him again on Sunday. How can I shag if I can't even sit? Applying more of the mystery salve to her finger, she penetrated herself, trying to reach as much as she could. Please let this help.
The warmth was spreading through her, relaxing her inner muscles. Bending over the bed, she spread some up her bum. Her thoughts overflowed with memories of him teasing her in his bed the night before, his fingers piercing her tight passage.
She pulled out with a small groan. The warmth and reminiscing were starting to have an effect on her. No. I’m too sore. Don’t go there, Hermione.
Opening the other jar, she smeared the red salve all over herself. Draco had been helpful that morning, but she was still uncomfortably tight. The red stuff felt hot right away, but it melted into her skin quickly. She massaged it into everything she could reach then stretched out on the bed. Her muscles felt bizarre, as if they were stuttering. The little tremors moved through her, leaving behind a path of limp looseness. Oh gods, yessss.
Hermione got up after a half hour and was astounded to find she was almost completely better. Her arms and legs could lift and bend the way they used to. Snape, you genius, you! Touching her pussy tentatively, she was relieved to discover that it no longer felt tender. A few well-placed pokes elicited no sore ache. Brilliant! A giddy smile exploded across her face. No longer tired, she decided to finish her Runes essay.
Laying out her books and parchment in the common room, Hermione started writing. Malfoy came in from Quidditch practice and dropped all his gear in a pile on the floor before flopping onto the couch next to her.
“You seem better,” he said, looking her up and down.
Hermione smiled a little and nodded.
“What did you do?”
Shrugging, she tried to be evasive. She couldn’t mention Snape without inspiring more revealing questions. “I guess that dirt you made me soak in did the trick.”
Smirking, he shook his head. “No way. You could barely walk this morning. It would have taken you at least two days to feel better.”
She stared at her essay as though an excuse would suddenly appear there. “I used some balm I found in my trunk. I made it last summer for Harry and Ron but forgot to give it to them.”
Draco said nothing. She’s lying. Why? She was trying to appear nonchalant but failing miserably. Her eyes were darting around, her mouth set in a tight line. Why lie about something so simple?
“I’m going to take a shower,” he finally said. She looked relieved that he was leaving. “Are you staying in tonight?”
“Yes. Why?”
Malfoy smirked. “Just seeing if I need to ask Snape for more soaking solution.”
Her cheeks flared pink. “It was just a one-time thing."
“Hmm.” Yeah, right. “If you say so. It’s none of my business.”
Hermione eyed the back of his head as he walked to his room. Draco was uncommonly good at knowing other people’s business.
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Hermione stared out into the blackness of her room. She was eager to see Snape again. What would he do to her when she went back? He hadn’t been in the Great Hall for dinner, so she hadn't seen him all day. She missed his annoying smirk.
Stop it, Hermione. You’re getting too attached. Just go with the flow. This could all be over tomorrow. Take what you can get while you can. Wait a minute . . . What? Did I just say that? I’ve been spending too much time around Slytherins.
Rolling to her side, she saw the light under the door to the common room. Draco was still awake. He’d been reading a book on the couch when she saw him last. Normally she’d just go out there and read too, but she couldn’t face any more of his questions or scrutinizing stares. He would figure out something if she wasn’t careful.
Closing her eyes, she did the only thing that helped her sleep—fantasize about Snape.
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Hermione knocked on Snape’s door five minutes early, unable to wait any longer.
He pulled it open, peering down at her over his hooked nose. “You’re early,” he drawled.
“My watch must be fast.”
Liar. “I see you got my gift." He ushered her inside and shut the door.
“The healing balms? They were brilliant. Your own creation?”
Snape nodded. “Draco told me you were incapacitated. I thought you might need something stronger than a soaking solution.”
That snitching Slytherin. “What did Draco say?”
Holding back a snicker, he replied, “That you looked like you’d been shagged to hell and back.”
She eyed the stone floor. “Was that all he said?” Hermione suddenly realized Snape might be angry that Draco had seen her naked.
“What should he have told me?” he asked, forcing up her chin with one hand.
Her gaze stayed glued to his throat. “Nothing.”
“Miss Granger, look me in the eye, or this ends right now.”
Biting the inside of her lips, she reluctantly met his penetrating stare.
Snape slid into her head with ease and immediately saw what she was hiding. “Dammit, Hermione! What were you thinking? Were you thinking at all?”
“I couldn’t walk! I could barely move! It took me five minutes just to sit up in bed. What was I supposed to do?”
“Send me an owl. I would have sent something to heal you. You can’t be this naïve.”
“He didn’t see much; I told him not to look. And he’s promised not to tell anyone.”
“Don’t be an idiot; of course he looked. And Draco will keep your secret as long as it benefits him.” Snape grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to his room, ranting the whole way. “I didn’t think I needed to tell you not to let anyone see the marks I leave on you. I don’t care what your excuses are. I am in control of your pleasure and pain now.” He spun her away from him once they were in his room and gripped the back of her neck, aiming her nose into the corner. “If you need something, you tell me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered softly into the stone wall.
“Do not let Draco see or touch you again. Is that also clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Bloody hell! You have to be more careful.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Stay,” he snarled.
Hermione shook with shame and indignation. Of course she knew it wasn’t the brightest idea having Draco help her, but she didn’t really have too many choices. Asking Snape for help hadn’t even occurred to her. His footsteps paced across the room, and she heard glasses clinking. Great, I’ve driven him to drink.
Snape slammed the empty glass down on the mantle then sat on the settee opposite the fire where he could see her and think. She had forgone her uniform for jeans and a tight T-shirt. Too tight. Did she really walk through the halls like that? Immediately, he stood and stormed up behind her. “Hands on your head.”
Her hands shot up into her hair, and Severus slid his fingers around to the front of her trousers and unfastened them. Yanking the denim over her hips, he pulled down her knickers as well, crouching down to shove them to her knees. The salve had healed the damage to her bum, leaving only some slight pinkness and pale white lines.
“I want to see your nose touching that wall,” he growled. “Stay there while I decide what to do with you.” He could hear her nervous swalloew.
“Yes, sir.”
Sitting back down on the settee, he stroked his chin and stared at her arse while he thought. He was angry that he felt so possessive of her. They weren’t an item. If she wanted Draco to touch her, it was none of his concern. Then why is the thought of it pissing me off so much? His left hand was balled into an angry fist against his thigh. Sneering at himself, he forced it to relax. Take it easy, Severus. Don’t punish her while you’re like this. He took some slow breaths, the tension slowly evaporating. You’re acting like a jealous teenageer.
Maybe. But she still shouldn’t have done something so careless.
Hermione felt completely ridiculous, like a two-year-old in timeout. Why do I keep letting him humiliate me like this? This is degrading. I should just leave. He can’t stop me. She could feel his eyes on her naked bum; it was making her skin pulse and itch. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to block out the battle between her head and body. She was getting wet, which was even more humiliating than standing there with her nose in the corner. What does it say about me that I’m enjoying this?
Severus watched her for several minutes. He didn’t want to stop fucking her, but she was so damn headstrong (and apparently not as bright as he’d thought). The sooner she admitted that she wanted him to control her, the better. This new submissive side of herself was still in its fledgling state; she hadn’t come to grips with it yet. He’d have to push her a little harder to make her see the light.
He crept up silently behind her, but Hermione could feel his presence tingling along her spine as he got closer.
Looming over her, he bent low so his lips touched her ear. “Do you enjoy it when I punish you, Miss Granger?”
“No! I mean . . . sort of. I don’t like when it hurts, but . . . I don’t know.”
His hand slid around, over her lower belly then down to her slit. He parted her, his finger curling at her entrance, gathering her juices. Bringing it to her lips, he purred in her ear, “Your body tells me differently.”
Her cheeks burned. Hermione didn’t need him shoving the proof right in her face. His wet fingers slowly pushed into her mouth. It wasn’t as if she’d never tasted herself before (she was a curious girl), but the way he did it made her face flame. He was making a point.
“Lick them clean.”
Her tongue and lips destroyed the evidence.
“Let’s try again, shall we? Do you enjoy it when I punish you?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her eyes suddenly felt tight, threatening tears.
Pressing himself along her back, Severus slid his hands down over her bare bum. “The pain scares you, but the excitement and humiliation get you wet. Would that be accurate?”
Hermione dug her fingers harder into her scalp, wanting to put down her arms or touch him. “Yes, sir.”
Sliding one hand between her cheeks, Severus smirked at her gasp. “I think the paddle sounds like a good choice tonight, don’t you?”
Hermione stayed silent. She couldn’t condemn herself by answering.
Severus smiled into her hair. One day soon you’ll be begging me for it. “Would you prefer the cane?” he taunted.
“No, sir!"
“I thought not. Bend over and put your hands on the wall.”
Pressing her palms against the cool stones, she tried to prepare herself for the pain.
“A bit further,” he ordered, pushing her torso horizontal to the floor. “Good. Stay there.”
She heard him walk to the other side of the room and open a drawer. Every sound seemed unnaturally magnified, and every return footstep made her heart beat faster.
“I’ll let you decide—thirty with the small paddle or ten with the large one.”
Turning her head, Hermione saw him holding two wooden paddles. The bigger one could easily cover her entire bum in one go. The other one was about the size of his hand. The latter seemed far less scary. “The small one, sir.”
Snape smirked, knowing which one she’d choose all along. He set the large one against the wall where she’d have to see it. “Keep your hands where they are,” he said, rubbing the wood across her rump.
Hermione inhaled as the paddle thudded hard against her left cheek. It stung like hell. He hit her other cheek before she could totally process the first. Silently, she counted the swats as they fell. OW!
He stopped at six, letting the sting and heat build. “Take off your trousers.”
She pushed down her jeans the rest of the way and toed off her shoes so she could free her feet. His foot nudged her clothes aside as she bent back into position. She could swear the heat was still growing in her backside.
Tapping the wood against her a few times, he moved to a lower area. Thwack! The impact of the blows sank into her skin, leaving small white wedges surrounded by pink. The white quickly filled in with red. She was gasping and hissing as he laid on the second set of six.
Hermione slumped in relief when he paused again. They were only at twelve, and already she wished it was over.
Severus started again, a little harder, deepening some of the pink to red. She wiggled, but not excessively.
“Keep still,” he said after the next six were done. “Get your legs straight.”
Locking her knees, she unconsciously curled her tailbone under.
“I don’t think so, Miss Granger. Arch your back.”
Hermione stuck out her bum for him. The sting of the paddle was the only response she got. Six more blows burned her backside. She groaned with each one.
“Last six,” he announced. “Keep your position.” Snape kept the last round on her sweet spot and thighs, making each swat harder than the last. Her cries rang louder with each blow then stuttered when he stopped, her breathing labored. “What do you say?”
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered.
Snape raked his fingernails lightly over her pummeled flesh and watched her shiver. “That’s better.”
Crouching down behind her, he smirked at her shinning crevice. Her lips were slightly parted, and the hair lining her slit was dark with saturation.
His breath breezed over her soaked sex. Hermione hadn’t realized how wet she was until that very moment. There was only easy slickness between her legs as she rolled her hips.
Severus didn’t touch her, he just observed her growing excitement from up close. Fighting the urge to press his lips to her honeyed core, he waited for her to start begging. Anxious thigh rubbing indicated she was close. Her frustration won out a few seconds later.
“Please.”
“Please what, Miss Granger?”
“Please touch me, sir.”
“No.”
Her fingers tightened against the stone wall. “Please, sir. I’m so wet.” What did he want? Why won’t he touch me?
After another minute, she broke. A needy growl rolled out of her as her hand slid between her legs. Hermione was surprised by how fast he moved. In a split second, he had shoved her face-first against the rough stone wall and pinned her hands above her head. She turned her face to the side, gasping in shock. The length of his body pressed against her back, his wool trousers scraping against her bare bum, making her feel even more naked.
Snape hissed in her ear, “When is it going to sink through your thick skull? I am in control of you here. You will take the pleasure I give when I give it.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I won’t do it again.”
Shifting both her wrists into his left hand, Severus used his right to push aside her hair. Lips touching the outer edge of her ear, he whispered, “Just say the word and I’ll release you. You can run back to your room and ask Draco to heal your wounds."
The feel of his voice tickling her ear made her stomach flip. “I don’t want Draco.”
“Are you certain, Miss Granger?” he asked, running his lips along her ear. “Draco’s a good-looking boy, and he won’t hurt you the way I will.”
Her eyes fluttered shut. “I’m sure. I . . . like the way you hurt me,” she admitted in a barely audible whisper.
His thin lips curled into a smile. Pressing her harder into the wall, he ground his erection between her cheeks. “Say it again.”
Hermione moaned through her clenched teeth. “I like the way you hurt me."
“Good girl,” he rumbled, sinking his teeth into the back of her neck. She strangled out a cry as he wrapped his right arm around her. Sliding his hand up under her T-shirt, he groped her over the slippery satin of her bra.
Hermione squirmed and bucked against him, dying for more contact. He pinned her harder to the wall, his hand squeezing her wrists painfully. The damp smell of the dungeon filled her nose as her face dug into the stones. She whimpered and went slack. There was no room for her to move; she could barely breathe.
“Are you going to do as I say from now on?”
“Yes, sir."
He abruptly backed away from her, and she slumped, panting and clasping at the stones to keep herself standing. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”
With no hesitation Hermione pulled her shirt over her head and threw it aside. She rolled against the wall as she unhooked her bra, leaning on her back as she pulled it off. Her nipples hardened as her chest heaved, the cool air rushing in and out of her lungs. She stared at him, desperate for him to tell her what to do. Pulling out his wand, he flicked it at her once, and her arms shot back up above her head. It felt as though ropes were binding her wrists, but she could see nothing there when she looked.
Curling his finger at her, he beckoned her forward. Hermione stepped toward him and found that she could walk but not lower her arms. When she reached the middle of the room, he held up his hand for her to stop. His wand jabbed toward the ceiling, and she was pulled up onto her toes. It wasn’t painful, but she knew it would get uncomfortable fast.
Circling her stretched body, Snape admired her curves from every angle. Her eyes followed him, but she said nothing. He left her hanging there for a few minutes before touching her. His fingertips traced the dark tips of her breasts, and when her nipples hardened, he grazed one, smirking at her quiet whimper.
“Would you like more?” he purred.
Hermione nodded, looking up into his flint black eyes, pleading with him. He walked over to a dark lacquered dresser and opened one small drawer. What is he doing? I can’t take much more of this. When he came back, she caught sight of the cold glint of metal between his fingers, but she couldn’t see what he held.
He opened his hand, and her eyes widened in fear. Nipple clamps. She’d seen a picture in the book he’d given her. She tried to back away.
“Since I assume this is your first time, I’ve adjusted the tension so it won’t be quite so intense. Don’t look so scared, pet. I’ll only leave them on a short time.”
The tips were coated in black rubber, and she jerked as he gently closed one around her left nipple. It pinched her stiff bud, but she breathed into the pain, trying to rise above it. He watched her face closely as he did the other side.
Hermione couldn’t stop staring at her chest. The chain shone in the firelight, connecting the two clamps like a rope bridge between her breasts; he hooked one pale finger under it and gently tugged. Her head spun. It was wonderful. The perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
Snape twitched the chain again, and she grunted as her head fell back. With an evil smile, he touched her sopping slit with his other hand, running his finger along the line of her sex while the clamps tweaked her nipples. An inarticulate “unnnnh” echoed against the ceiling. I believe that’s my new favorite word.
Lifting higher on her toes, Hermione arched into his hands. She felt dizzy. The room spun slowly as his fingertips grazed her clit.
“Are you ready to come for me, pet?” he murmured.
She could only groan in response.
“You’re so fucking beautiful strung up like this, riding my fingers.”
Hermione lifted her head, wanting to see his lips forming the words.
Her pupils were overtaking the brown in her eyes. She was looking at him as if he were going to tell her the secrets of the universe. Snape smirked. “Yes, you are close, aren’t you? Stop fighting me. Let go and I’ll give you what you need.”
Hermione sobbed once then sank limply against the invisible bindings. His fingers focused on her nub, barely touching her, and she crumbled, jerking and groaning as the pulsing in her pussy tore through her whole body. She never looked away from him, noting the heated look in his eyes as he watched her climax.
When she stopped twitching, Severus unclamped her nipples; she hissed as they burned back to life. Leaning down, he ran his tongue over one, then the other, soothing her and arousing her at the same time.
“Thank you, sir,” she said without prompting.
A slow smile curled his lips. “You’re welcome, Miss Granger. Would you like more?”
“More what?” she asked, cautious after his last surprise.
“Nothing unpleasant. I got you something.”
Oh, that’s not suspicious at all, she thought, eyeing him warily. “Really? What?”
His smirk turned wicked; he went back to the dresser.
When he presented his gift to her, Hermione just stared at his hand in awe. A shiny silver plug rested in his palm. It was a little bigger than the other one. But it was the base that held her attention. It was fashioned into a snake’s head, its jaw open as if ready to strike; but between its fangs was a glittering, green jewel. She didn’t know what to say. It was impressive and a bit scary.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. The artistry was undeniable. “Did you really get it for me? It’s okay if you didn’t, I still love it,” she added hastily.
His soft chuckle made her look up from his hand. He was actually smiling.
“It’s yours, pet. No matter what happens between us, even if you never come back here again, it belongs to you now.” He knew she’d never be able to look at it or use it without thinking of him. Lifting the cold metal to her mouth, he traced the seam of her lips with it. “Get it wet for me, pet.” She took the hard plug into her mouth and he let go, leaving her to suck on it. Snape went to the bathroom and returned with the jar of lube.
Hermione felt ridiculous, as if she were sucking on the most disturbing pacifier known to mankind. He walked behind her, and she whimpered as he spread her cheeks apart. She arched to give him more access. One lubed finger slid up her rear passage, and she groaned around the metal in her mouth. He moved in and out of her a few times before adding another finger. Panting as he stretched her, she fought her reflexes to tense.
“That’s my good girl,” he muttered in her ear. Wrapping his arm around her waist, Severus pulled her closer as he gently fucked her arse with his fingers. “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt. You’ll just feel nice and full. It’s not two fingers wide. You can take it.” Well, it’s not two of my fingers wide. Maybe yours. “I want it stretching you when I slide inside your wet little pussy.”
Hermione groaned again. His heated whispers made her mental. It was almost as good as his tongue, the words slithering around her clit like a snake. He licked the shell of her ear, and her head dropped back against him.
Tightening his arm around her, he added another digit. Snape bunched his fingers into a tight bundle and slowly entered her, holding her as breathy sobs racked her body. “Shhh. Yesss. That’s excellent. Just a little more.”
He could only fit them in up to the middle knuckle. It was enough stretching to warm her up for the plug. Severus slid his hand from around her waist down to tease her clit, lightly flicking his fingertip over the engorged pearl as he pushed his other hand further into her arse. She danced on her toes but didn’t pull away.
“Relax,” he muttered softly. She slowly leaned back into him, letting his fingers go a bit deeper. Trailing his fingertips up her body, he brought his hand up under her chin and ran his thumb along her jawline. His index finger traced around the plug between her lips. “Are you ready for this?”
She nodded, trying to look at him over her shoulder.
He pulled the plug out of her mouth and ran it over her clit before wetting it in her folds.
The metal had warmed in her mouth, but it still felt foreign and hard against her pussy. He brought the plug back to join his other hand and slid the tip up to where his fingers were buried.
Drawing out his fingers, Snape pushed the plug against her puckered hole, smirking as she let it in on the first try. “Good girl.”
Her teeth were bared in a grimace, her backdoor burning at the intrusion. Hermione started to push it out but didn’t want to disappoint him. “It hurts, sir. Please take it out,” she whispered.
“Just give it one minute. If you still want me to remove it, I will.”
After a quick sanitizing spell on his fingers, he wrapped both arms around her. One hand found her breast while the other sought out her pussy. When her head fell back on his shoulder again, he toyed with her nipples, trying to make her forget about the stretching in her bum.
“I think I’ll fuck you against the wall after I untie you. Does that sound nice?” he whispered with a nip to the side of her throat.
Her hips bucked in response.
Severus chuckled in her ear. “You like being restrained, don’t you, girl?”
“Yes,” she whispered back.
“Yes, what?” he growled, pushing his finger deeper inside her, mashing her clit into the heel of his hand as he pinched one nipple.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, writhing in his grip.
He smirked. “That’s very kind of you, Miss Granger, but sir will do just fine; professor if you feel like switching things up a bit.”
A small smile played at her lips. Git.
His erection pressed between her cheeks, and she groaned when it jostled the plug. Severus found her pulse and sucked as he ground himself harder against her.
Hot breath panted past her ear, and Hermione tried her damnedest to wiggle back into him. Her toes had no leverage. A growly hum of frustration tensed through her.
“How’re you doing, love. Still want me to take out that plug?”
Hermione whimpered. Even though it was just a common phrase she’d heard a million times, his new term of endearment made her pussy melt. “It still hurts a bit, but . . . you can leave it.” It wasn’t burning as much, and she wanted to know what it felt like to have it in while he fucked her.
“How do your hands feel?”
Wriggling her fingers, she reported back, “They’re starting to go numb, sir.”
Snape wrapped one arm around her waist and released her wrists. Her arms flopped dead to her sides as she sank down onto her heels. “The feeling will come back in a few minutes. Get up on the bed. Show me your new present.”
He walked her to the bed, and Hermione climbed up, getting on her knees—her arms almost no help at all, just rubbery dead weight.
Snape caressed her bum as he inspected the jewel protruding from her hole. Perfect.
Her hands and arms started to prickle and burn as the blood began flowing more freely. Hermione sighed as his fingers slid up her inner thighs and brushed against her lips. Rubbing her arms, she tried to massage away the pins and needles. He touched the center of the plug, pushing it in deeper and moving it around carefully. Hermione buried her face in the comforter and groaned. He was making the burning come back full force, just when she’d finally started to adjust.
“Tell me when your arms feel better.”
He sounded totally calm, as if he could go on like that all day and think nothing of it. Is he going to keep doing that till my arms are better? She gritted her teeth, massaging her shoulders more vigorously. A finger entered her pussy, and she smiled, thankful for the distraction.
His dick was going to be permanently disfigured if he didn’t get out his trousers soon. Severus considered unzipping them, but he wanted her to undress him. She seemed to genuinely enjoy it, and he definitely enjoyed watching her. I shouldn’t have left her up so long the first time.
“Wait here, Miss Granger.”
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief that the burning in her bum finally ceased. The plug actually felt all right (as long as he wasn’t touching it). All she could think about was having him inside her again. It was becoming an obsession. He hasn’t event taken off his clothes yet. How long is he going to make me wait?
He returned, saying, “Sit up.”
Hermione turned over and sat facing him. The plug shifted around, making her wince. He had a jar of something bright green, like fake Easter grass in honeyed gel form. He scooped out a large amount and rubbed it into her left arm. It burned hotter and hotter. Just when she was about to cry out, the burning disappeared, leaving her arm feeling completely normal. The pins and needles were gone.
“Better?” he asked.
Hermione nodded. He applied the green stuff to her other arm, and the same thing happened. She shook her arms and hands a little to make sure they were really okay. “Thank you, Professor.”
Saying nothing in return, Snape placed the jar on the dresser then stood over her. He stroked her cheek, turning her face to look at him. “Would you like to undress me, Miss Granger?”
Hermione’s face lit. Do nifflers like gold? Hell yes, I want to undress you.
Snape bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. She looked as if it were Christmas morning and he’d just told her to tear open her presents. Her hands smoothed over his white shirt then up to the buttons at the top. He lamented the fact that she hadn’t started with the trousers. Slowly, she revealed his torso one agonizing button at a time, staring at his chest as if she’d never seen it before. She surprised him when she suddenly yanked his shirt out of his trousers, roughly untucking it.
Gently pushing on his chest, Hermione looked into his eyes, making sure he knew she was asking, not forcing. He took a step back, and she slid off the bed. Oblivious to his smattering of chest hair, she kissed over to one nipple and caught it between her teeth. He shuddered and grunted, which made her smile. Repeating the same thing on the other side, she sucked a short hiss out of him. Her fingers nimbly unbuckled his belt then unfastened his trousers as she tasted him.
Severus groaned hoarsely as his hard-on finally found release. Thank Merlin. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she slid her hand down the trail of hair around his belly button and followed it into his shorts. Her other hand pulled the front of his boxers over his cock so she could watch her own exploration. His engorged head peeked out of the top of his boxers, and she left him like that while she slid her hands around his back.
Hermione looked up into his face. The heat in his gaze scalded her, and she reveled in the burn. Her palms slipped down the back of his trousers onto his naked arse. Catching his clothes with her thumbs, she eased them down over his bum. When she got below his hips, she knelt, kissing his belly and thigh as she passed. Her hands continued down the backs of his legs until she had his trousers round his ankles. She pulled off his shoes and socks and shoved the stack of clothing to the side as he stepped out.
Staring up at him, she waited with her face an inch away from his straining heat. He hadn’t told her to suck his cock, and Hermione had no intention of doing so without his permission. She wanted to hear him tell her to do it. Out loud.
Severus stared at her kneeling form for a minute before saying anything. Bloody hell, I should have her undress me every single day from here on out. His dick twitched with each of her exhales, the escaping air blessedly breezy around his newly-freed flesh. The zipper had just about rubbed him raw.
“Open your mouth,” he breathed. “Tongue out.”
Her wet pink muscle crept out, and Snape leaned forward, sighing as his knob made contact with it. Wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, he painted her lips and tongue with the leaking tip. Her breath came faster, ghosting over his dewy head, and he fought the sudden urge to hold her still and just fuck her face. Another time.
“Get up,” he whispered.
Hermione stood, letting out a small gasp as he picked her up, his hands gripping her heated bum. It was so unexpected; her heart thumped hard in surprise. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding tight. The heat of his body against her was marvelous.
Carrying her over to the fireplace, Snape put her back against the adjacent wall. It was warmer there, and most of the other walls were hidden by bookcases. He used one hand to aim his cock into her heat, greasing himself in her excitement first. Moving his swollen head to the slight hollow of her entrance, he teased her opening until she started giving him a desperate keening whine.
Hermione bit his shoulder, anticipating his entrance, but he continued taunting her with endless false starts. “Please, sir,” she begged, her words muffled in his warm neck.
His eyes fell closed as he relented, sinking into her with languid patience, enjoying every tremble and sigh as she stretched around him. When he could go no deeper, he stopped, sliding his hand down to where their bodies met.
Hermione curled backwards, allowing his hand more room, and he stroked her clit with the side of one finger.
“Let go of me. Lean on the wall.” He guided her backward with a hand to her belly.
Unlocking her arms, she tipped back against the cool stones. He'd left a wet spot below her belly button, and she followed the damp trail back to his nimble fingers. He teased her clit with feathery strokes, which made her hips grind as the pressure coiled inside her.
Her legs were wound around him so tightly he let go of her hips and she didn't shift an inch. Snape gathered up her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head. She struggled for a couple seconds and then ground against him even harder. Pure lust darkened her gaze, charring her chocolate eyes. He barely had to move as she bucked and writhed. Steadily swiping his finger back and forth over her clit, Snape followed her thrusting with his hips. Their speed increased as her breathing got more ragged. “Are you close, pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
He let his pubic bone take over for his fingers and moved his hand around to tease the base of her plug. Hermione cried out as he pressed it deeper, moving it inside her. When she struggled in his grip, he pinned her harder to the rough stones.
“Stop fighting it, girl. This is exactly what you want . . . what you need.”
A shuddering sob shook her body, and she let go, giving over her control to him. He was right. She just wanted to turn off her brain for five seconds. It was wonderful to not be in charge for once. There was no pressure. She didn’t have to figure out anything or worry about doing it right.
“That’s it. Give yourself to me.”
When she started to climax, her eyes found his again. “Oh God, yessss,” Hermione hissed. She could only manage a wordless shout of excruciating joy as her muscles clenched around his iron length.
The sharp slap of his hips only increased as Hermione came down from her high. There were black spots dancing around the edge of her vision, her head buzzing dully. She felt drugged. It was lovely. Her back felt a bit raw, but she didn’t care. The bite of the stone only added to the sweet friction in her pussy.
Severus noted her half-lidded, blank stare and the small dopey grin. She looked stoned. Oh yes, he smiled to himself, there’s my submissive little angel. Small soft notes of pleasure sighed from her pink lips. He didn’t want her to drift too far. Letting go of her arms, he grabbed her arse cheeks with both hands and pulled her open. She inhaled sharply through her nose at the sensation of being roughly spread apart. Her hands clamped around the back of his neck, and she held on as he bounced her harder up and down his rigid pole.
Hermione watched the line between his brows deepen, a look of concentration pinching his features. He’s close. Is he trying to come or hold off? She couldn’t tell, but she wanted to watch him lose it. “Please come inside me, sir,” she whispered, stroking the bulging tendons in his neck. “I need you."
He stared at her, repeating her words in his head. I need you. I need you? Not “I need you to do something” or “I need you to stop.” Nor was she asking for any physical gift or favor. Hell, she’d just come a second ago—she wasn’t asking for more yet. Just I need you.
For some reason those three simple words made his mind reel. No one needed him for no reason. They all needed him to do something. The world constantly demanded things from him. Brew this. Fix that. Grade these. Save us. But never once did anyone say “I need you” without some ulterior motive.
He stopped moving, and Hermione looked at him, confused. He slid out of her and set her gently on the ground, staring at her.
“You need me to what, Miss Granger?”
Her brow furrowed deeper. What’s he on about? “I just need you.”
“To what?”
Hermione shook her head slightly. “To . . . nothing,” she replied in puzzlement. “I guess just to be you.” He squinted at her, and she felt like a bug under a magnifying glass. “Did I do something wrong, sir?"
After several silent seconds, Severus shook his head. “No, Miss Granger. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Hermione didn’t know what to make of his sudden silence. “Sir? Don’t you want to come?”
A smirk lit the corner of his mouth. The painful ache of his swollen flesh had started to diminish. He guided her toward the bed. “I just need to think for a minute.”
Hermione gave him a strange look then shrugged, baffled. Now I know how Ron and Harry feel when I say I need to think. She always did her best thinking in the library.
Apparently he thought very differently than she did. He lifted her onto the bed and scooted her back a little, pushing her knees up and out, spreading her wide. Then he leaned down and pressed his face into her folds, his nose grazing her clit while his tongue slid up her pussy. Lips teasing her labia, he proceeded to eat her in the most leisurely fashion imaginable. Hermione never knew oral sex could be so wonderful and insufferable at the same time. He wasn’t licking her to make her come, he was licking her into insanity.
His thoughts rolled around in his brain as his tongue toyed with her clit. He didn’t want her to be with anyone else. He wasn’t in love, but he didn’t want to share her. She would be his. It would be nice. He hadn’t had anything nice in a long time. Maybe nice wasn’t the right word. Severus Snape wasn’t nice. It would be . . . mutually advantageous. She would get what she wanted; he would get what he wanted. He just had to make sure she never went to anyone else to get it. Continuing to mindlessly tease her, Severus considered how to break the news that he wanted her exclusively.
Hermione had no idea how long he had been licking her, but the slow teasing had built to a fever. Her fingers clawed at the bedspread. Whether he intended it or not, she was going to come. He didn’t even seem to be paying attention, off in his own private world, pondering some problem (she’d been there before). I’m about to explode, and he’s barely even trying.
“Oh God, Professor, I’m so close,” she panted.
Keeping his lips just barely touching her, Snape rumbled against her swollen bundle of nerves, “Come for me, pet.”
The ache between her legs became painful for a few seconds then transformed into rolling waves of release. Her eyes closed, and she rode easily over each undulating swell. Her hissing groan turned into his name, “Ssssseverusss.”
Snape looked up at her as she flexed against his tongue. Yes. Say my name. Tell everyone who controls this pussy now. When she relaxed, he pulled away, climbing up her prone, panting body. She looked at him, drugged with pleasure and smiling shyly.
Hermione couldn’t figure out what had gotten into him; he seemed different now. Her fingertips grazed the side of his mouth. “You’re all wet, Professor.”
He leaned in, catching her lips with his. Hermione’s eyes widened in shock. He’d never kissed her before. She didn’t think of him as the kissing type. It seemed too . . . romantic. He had made it clear they were just fucking. She froze. Of all the things he’d done so far, snogging was the most unexpected.
Severus waited for her to respond. Unable to read her expression at such close proximity, he had no idea how she felt about what he’d done. Was she just surprised? Her lips relaxed, and he kissed her harder, testing her reaction. She seemed to like it; her breathing hitched as he sucked gently on her lower lip. When he brushed his tongue along the seam of her mouth, she moaned and opened up for him, her tongue meeting his in a tentative, yet needy, rush. He kissed her with the same slow patience he’d used on her pussy, teasing her tongue with his.
Hermione could taste herself on his lips, and when he pressed into her more deeply, the juices on his face smeared around her mouth and chin. He settled against her, sliding his thigh between her legs.
Smirking as she ground her sopping slit into his leg, Snape let her explore his mouth, loving the way she teased the inside of his bottom lip. He growled and sucked her tongue, inwardly celebrating her moan. Nipping her lower lip as he pulled away, he looked into her eyes, wanting to see her response.
Hermione stared back at him in a daze. “Not that I’m complaining, sir, but . . . what’s going on?”
He moved his lips to her jaw and nipped her smooth skin, trailing back toward her ear. “Did you enjoy that, Miss Granger?”
“Fuck yes!” she blurted out.
Chuckling into her neck, Snape rubbed his renewed erection into her soft belly. “I want you on top,” he growled. Nervous excitement painted her face with color as he rolled them both so she was above him. “Slide down my cock, witch. I know you’ve imagined it. Ride me like you do that pillow on your bed. You’ve had enough practice.”
Her face flamed crimson, her heart hammering in embarrassment. Oh my God! Why did he have to see that? Flashbacks of all the times she’d humped her pillow pretending it was him branded her inner eye.
Snape smirked at her horrified expression as she slapped her hands over her face to hide her blush. A malicious grin twisted his lips. “Don’t look so embarrassed, Miss Granger. I enjoyed seeing it. That and when you’d get on your hands and knees in the bath and aim that shower head up your arse while you frigged your hard little clit. Magnificent.”
Hermione shivered at his words, but her palms pressed harder into her burning skin. “Oh God,” she moaned miserably. Please stop. She didn’t want to know what else he’d seen in her head.
His hips lifted, pressing his hardness into her dripping core. “I’ll take you to the bath later and you can give me a live performance.”
She groaned in humiliation (but was so turned on by the suggestion).
“Take your hands off your face, Miss Granger, or I’ll tell you what else I’ve seen.”
Her fingers slowly slid down, and she turned her eyes toward the curtains surrounding the bed. He pinched her nipples, making her gasp, but she kept her gaze skyward.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Miss Granger. Look at me.”
Sighing out the constricted tension from her chest, Hermione forced her eyes down to meet his. The leer on his face made her tremble.
“Good. Now lift up and put my cock in your wet little snatch.”
Don’t think about what he knows. Just get him inside. Maybe he’ll forget. Swallowing hard, she aimed him into her anxious pussy and started to sink down. His girth stretched her. Lower and lower, it seemed to go on forever. When he bottomed out, she rested her hands on his chest, panting in relief.
“Good, girl,” he purred, flicking one nipple. “Now ride me like you mean it.”
Squeezing her eyes shut and biting the inside of her lips, Hermione pulled herself back up his length then, carefully, sat back down. Spurred on by his grunt, she did it a little faster. Although she was more than adequately lubricated, she felt as if she were being impaled by a Beater’s bat. Her body seemed to be straining to fit him inside.
Severus watched her twist and maneuver on top of him, a tight look of concentration on her face. She pulled up until his dick almost came out then slid all the way back down, forgoing speed for distance covered. It was too slow, but he’d let her figure that out on her own.
His rock-hard heat filled her again and again. It was wonderful, but she needed more. How did he fuck so fast and hard? The position didn't seem quite right. It wasn’t like her pillow at all. She couldn’t just grind her clit against him and forget about going up and down . . . or could she? Leaning forward, Hermione found a different angle, circling her hips a little. Yes. Better. She tried keeping her clit against him, just arching her back in little, short thrusts. Bloody hell. He was infinitely better than any pillow.
Smirking at her half-lidded expression, Snape sank his fingers into her hips. She was so fucking soft; her muscles rolled and jerked beneath his fingers. He squeezed harder, wanting to leave bruises so everyone would know she was taken. His jaw clenched as she picked up more speed. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she curled and arched wildly against him, abandoning her usual self-conscious control.
The spring inside her wound tighter. So close. The whole world had condensed into the point where their bodies joined. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered.
The sound of his ragged breathing mixed with her keening whimpers, echoing against the stone walls. Severus couldn’t unclench his teeth. She was obviously close, and he knew he could talk her over the cliff if he could just pry his jaw loose. He tried to think of anything other than the brunette eroding away his cock, but his mind was hopeless; all he could picture was her performing various lewd acts. Dammit, man. Pull yourself together.
His hands suddenly grabbed her breasts, his fingers digging into her. He pinched both her nipples, and Hermione moaned louder. Her thighs shook with effort, and her back tightened in urgency. "Severus."
The desperation in that moan made his stomach clench. His muscles turned to solid stone as he fought the ache in his balls. Pinching her nipples tighter, Snape tried to flatten the pebbled tips between his fingers. She shouted once, and her body convulsed, her hips undulating against him. Thank, Merlin, he sighed. Letting the pleasure take hold, he basked in the glow of her release. His tongue now loosened, he spilled out a mixture of praise and wordless lust as his cock began pulsing.
“Yes, love. That’s it. Don’t stop,” he growled.
The sounds he made drew out her orgasm. Just when she thought it was going to die down, he rumbled out something else; and her pussy spasmed in response.
Severus marveled at how she kept clenching around him. He was finally spent, and her pussy was still twitching. “Fuck.”
Hermione collapsed down, her head on his shoulder. “You’ll have to give me minute,” she panted back, jerking as an aftershock hit.
Smiling tiredly, he pressed his lips to the side of her forehead and closed his eyes. “Rest for now, pet. We’ll go again later.”
Hermione sank against him, trying to catch her breath. Her thighs were shaky with exhaustion. Go again later? I’m so bloody tired.
Severus waited until they were both breathing normally then rolled her to the side, his softened prick slipping out as they turned. He pushed her over further until she was on her other side. Pressing his chest into her back, he rested his hand on her lower belly and tickled his fingers along the edge of her pubic hair.
Hermione smiled in confusion. This is pleasant. But weird. He was doing it again—surprising her. Just go with it, Hermione. Enjoy it while it lasts. She closed her eyes, liking the weight of his arm over her. His hips rubbed against her arse, and the plug inside her twanged with movement. She sighed. It didn’t hurt at all anymore.
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