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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 58471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter Four
“It’s perfect,” Hermione whispered, turning so her back was in the mirror. The sales lady from Tease – Exotic Lingerie, was beaming at her from the side of the tri-fold mirror as Hermione studied her reflection. She had left The Dungeon the night before on a strange mix of highs and lows. She had been absolutely flying with her experience with Snape, but the lows came from his abrupt cutoff of their scene. It wasn’t that she hadn’t believed him when he told her she had done nothing wrong. Not to toot her own horn, but she felt as though she had done extremely well considering she had never been spanked in her life – with a belt no less!
And the way he had touched her. All the anticipation and teasing. The way he spoke to her, made her ask permission for her climax and then didn’t grant it. She had played around with delayed gratification on her own, so she had been able to hold off the first orgasm long enough for him to finally give her permission – but the second. Oh, Gods. She had never come like that before, one on top of another. And a third to boot. When he had spun her and threw her back on the table like a man possessed, she thought she was going to come again at the rough handling. The contact of his mouth on her skin…well, she had thought his touch set her ablaze…his lips were an inferno of sensation.
She wished he had not pulled away. Gods, but she had wanted him naked and inside her. She squirmed in the mirror, rubbing her thighs together impatiently. Her frigging knickers were soaked. Had been all damn day. She sighed.
“You look stunning.” The woman agreed and Hermione’s attention was brought back to her reflection. It had been less than eighteen hours since she had walked through the door of The Dungeon, and from the moment she had woken up that morning, she had declared she would return. She wanted…no…needed to find a Dominant to train her. Now that she had gotten a taste, now that she knew that there were men out there who could make her body sing like that, she needed it.
Her first thought was to look the part. After a hot shower and a late breakfast, she had high tailed it into Muggle-London. She stopped at an internet café for a coffee, and, after having found two risqué lingerie shops online, she went shopping.
She was starting safe. From everything she had read, when she found a Dom, he would most likely control her attire. This was perfectly fine with Hermione. In fact, she would welcome it. One less thing for her to have to worry about and stress over. For now, though, she had to figure this out on her own.
This was why she was standing in front of the mirror in a corset and a pair of skin tight leather leggings. The corset was made of tightly sewn silver sequins – a bit flashy for her, but the sales lady insisted it would go well with her coloring. She wasn’t wrong. Paired with the leather leggings, it was sexy and flashy, but not overly revealing or trashy. She figured she would probably be one of the most conservatively dressed witches in attendance, but she didn’t want to go in guns blazing, so to speak.
The corset was lined with a black ruffle lace at the top of the sweetheart neckline and at the bottom (which sat directly on her hips) with a pretty silk bows in the middle of her cleavage and at the top of each thigh. It was snug, so snug she was just a smidge uncomfortable, but her boobs looked amazing as the tops of the soft mounds of flesh were pushed up and together and her waist looked impossibly tiny. Her silky-smooth shoulders were bare, her skin looked like porcelain against the black lace. The leather pants accented her slender legs and cupped her bum into a delicious, lifted, apple bottomed globe, and showed off the fact that she had a gap between her thighs. She snorted at that. It was something her mother had complained of her whole life – her thighs touching. Hermione seemed to naturally have that coveted gap, though it could very much have everything to do with her exercise regimen. Exercise was her stress relief.

She studied herself a few minutes more before firmly deciding this was it. She wasn’t going to look any further. If she was honest with herself, she was hoping Snape would sit up and take notice and change his mind about training her if she looked the part. She certainly felt the part.
Twenty minutes later, she was on her way home with her purchases. After some talk, the sales lady had steered her away from the impossibly high stilettos to a pair of simple, elegant black patent leather ballet flats. She felt it worked well with the rest of the outfit. She was trying…but not trying too hard. It also kept her looking small and dainty and feeling especially feminine in the outfit.

Being a Saturday, she had dinner plans with her friends at six. She would beg off early and head home to change and hopefully be back to The Dungeon by nine.
On her way out the door the night before, Jonathan had caught her attention, handing her a stack of paperwork and telling her the password for the next night and the following week. He explained that the passwords were changed weekly, and if she decided to join the club (once her paperwork was done and dues were paid) she’d receive an owl post weekly with the new one. Then he’d winked at her and sent her out the door. Completing these items gave her full access to all levels.
She’d already read and signed the non-disclosure agreement. There were a couple other legal forms that discussed member responsibilities and agreements, who paid for medical care if there were an accident, and so on. Everything was well done and she had no second thoughts signing those forms.
The last thing she had been given was an example of a Dom/sub contract. She had questions, but she was sure she could find someone to talk to about them when she went back tonight. Her understanding was she didn’t actually fill out a contract until she had a Dominant trainer and or a Dominant.
“No, no,” Hermione insisted. Her heart was thrumming with anticipation as she hugged Harry and then Ginny. “I’m so wiped. I stayed at the office too late last night and didn’t get enough sleep. I’m going to call it an early night.”
“Only if you’re sure,” Ginny watched her friend carefully for a moment before shrugging. “I just felt bad that Luna and I kinda ditched you so early the last time we went out.”
“It’s okay, truly. I know your guys’ lifestyle is so different from mine right now.” If you knew how different, you’d pee yourselves. “Don’t feel guilty. I understand.”
“Okay, ‘Mione,” Harry wrapped her up in another tight hug. She waved over his shoulder and Ron and Luna before backing out the door.
She practically ran to the Apparition point in her excitement to get home and get ready. She was already running later than she had wanted to be. With a crack she was in her living room, her shoes and top were off before she even made it to her bedroom door where her new outfit was waiting for her on the bed. She stripped off her jeans and was magicking herself into her new outfit before she’d barely stepped out of them. She stopped by the bathroom to empty her bladder and freshen her lipstick before taking a moment to charm the silk, cat-eye mask she had purchased earlier that afternoon. Satisfied, she threw her cloak on, grabbed her purse, and paperwork and...Breathe! She told herself. Do you have everything?
She forced herself to stop and take stock. She was dressed, she had shoes on, she had the paperwork, her bag, her wand. Breathe. She took two deep breaths, and on the third, spun on the spot.
She landed in Knockturn Alley’s Apparition point with a swirl of her cloak, still telling herself to breathe and calm down. Oh, Gods, she was excited. She power walked through the alley, stopping before the club. With one last deep breath, she walked up to the door and knocked with no hesitancy.
“You’re back!” Jonathan exclaimed a few minutes later. “The look on your face last night told me you would be. He’s good, isn’t he?”
Hermione showed her teeth in a nervous grin and nodded as she took a seat at the bar. It was much busier tonight and her gaze couldn’t be contained. In a booth in the back, two masked men were trying to taste each other’s tonsils. At a table just to her right, two men were conversing in low, deep tones and smoking cigars while a woman wearing cat ears and tail and nothing else sat on the floor between their feet, her head resting on one man’s thigh while he stroked her hair.
At the opposite end of the bar there was a gaggle of three witches in shiny plastic cat suits in neon colors with pony tails high on top of their heads – they were whispering in each other’s ears and giggling madly.
She turned her wide-eyes back to Jonathan. “You look stunning, Poppet,” he was looking her up and down with new interest. “New outfit?”
She smiled again, tucking her bag between her feet and laying her papers flat on the bar. “It is,” she felt a blush steal across her cheeks. “I couldn’t help myself. I signed the club agreements and NDA. I have those here. Do you take wand payments for dues?”
She didn’t miss the look of surprise that flitted across his face. “Jumping in with both feet, Poppet?” He laughed at her.
“I think I did that last night. Now I demand to be taught to swim,” she quipped. “It was an amazing experience. This is exactly what I’ve been looking for – before I even knew I was looking for it.”
He gave her a look that told her he understood exactly what she meant. He grabbed her papers and glanced them over for a moment, mostly to make sure everything was filled out correctly (all the bartenders were trained to hand out, explain, and collect paperwork and dues before turning them into the daytime office manager). She noted the small gasp as his mouth popped open and he looked up at her quickly. Now she knew she was blushing scarlet.
Before she could say anything, he had recovered himself long enough to reach out and cover her hand with his. When she looked surprised he explain. “Garrick Ollivander is my great-grandfather on my mother’s side,” he whispered. “You saved his life.”
“Oh!” Hermione felt tears fill her eyes and she clenched her teeth to help stem them before flipping her palm over and squeezing his hand. He engulfed her fingers in both his palms and squeezed.
“Thank you,” he said. “From my entire family.”
“It wasn’t me,” she said softly. “It was Harry and Ron – Do-Dobby got us out of there.”
“I know the story,” he said kindly, reaching up to touch her face gently with the back of his fingers. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She cleared her tight throat before squeezing his hand again. He let her go and took a deep breath before changing the subject, much to her relief.
“Your paperwork looks good and yes, we do take wand payments,” he reached out a hand and she handed him her wand. “How long do you want to pay for? One, six, or twelve months?”

“Let’s start with one and see how it goes,” she smirked and he nodded and turned from her. She would never get used to people thanking her for things she had done during the war. She would never get used to people recognizing her name and acting like they knew her when they really didn’t. She didn’t mind Jonathan’s thanks, she knew he needed to say it, but she was grateful for the quick subject change.
“So, tell me what you want to know,” he struck up another conversation as he returned with a slip for her to sign and gave her wand back.
“I want to know if Master Snape will see me again.” Jonathan’s eyes widened.
“He didn’t tell you…” he trailed off and Hermione cottoned on quickly enough.
“That he doesn’t take on subs to train, yes. He did,” she shrugged, even though her tummy flipped with disappointment. “I was hoping he would at least introduce me around? He told me he would help me find a Dominant willing to train me.”
“Oh!” Johnathan looked relieved. “Sure, Poppet. I’ll run back and ask him if he’ll take you down and show you around. He’s usually game for showing off new subs and helping them out. Can I grab you a drink quick, first?”
“Merlot, please,” she said without hesitancy. She would need the alcohol to help steady her nerves. She was anxious to see Snape again.
“Did you see the new little young thing that came through the doors tonight?” Lucius Malfoy asked his friend as they sat side by side in the security portal. Snape’s eyes flitted from monitor to monitor, waiting for Sebastian to show for his shift. If the kid was late one more time, he’d be out on his ass. A new baby was no excuse to be late to work three times in a week.
“Sequin corset? Yeah,” Snape tried to keep his voice neutral. Miss Granger looked delectable this evening. He was surprised to see her again so quickly. Or maybe he wasn’t. He shook his head. He hadn’t had time to fully process what had transpired between them the night before. Best to play it like he knew nothing. He watched Johnathan talking to her on the monitor, was surprised to see touch her hand, then her cheek. A shot of something ran through him. It was an emotion he wasn’t completely unfamiliar with, but it had been a long time since he had felt it. He shrugged it off.
“I think I’m going to talk to her, see if I can get her story.”
Fuck. Severus checked his emotions by slamming his Occlumency shields in place. Damn, he wished she hadn’t come back so quickly. He’d had no time to figure out anything that was going on in his head. All he knew is he couldn’t see her again, not yet.
“You do that, Malfoy,” Severus shrugged and flipped a hand at the door.
Lucius studied his friend for a moment. “New girl.” He said cryptically after a moment.
“Yes?” Snape pretended he no idea what Lucius was on about.
“You always go after the newbies first.” It was a statement.
“Who’s to say this is her first night?” Snape smirked at his friend, trying to play it cool.
“Ah. So you’ve had a taste. How was she?”
Snape shrugged again.
“That bad, huh? Brand new sub? Just new to the club?”
“If you’re so interested, just go find out for yourself.” It was a dismissal.
“Master Snape?” Jonathan strutted into the room, closely followed by Sebastian.
“I’m sorry, sir!” Sebastian exclaimed. “My wife is ill, I was waiting for my mother-in-law to show and -."
“That’s enough,” Snape declared in a no-nonsense voice. “Sebastian, please make sure this doesn’t happen again. I know your home life has changed, but I cannot allow an employee to be late as often as you have been. Pull it together, or I will have to regretfully let you go.”
He dismissed the security wizard by striding directly out of the room. Jonathan followed him to his personal office two doors down. Snape directed him to a chair and he sat. “What can I do for you, Jonathan?”
“The Poppet is back,” Jonathan said with a smirk. “She’s asking for you.” He purposely phrased it such to see how his boss would react. He was disappointed, Snape didn’t even flinch.
“I saw her on the monitors. Tell her I haven’t changed my mind about taking on a submissive to train.”
“No, sir. You misunderstand,” Jonathan went with the real reason he was there. “She wishes to speak to you about last night. She said you mentioned something about helping her find a Dom.”
Snape froze in the act of tucking away some papers. Bloody hell, she was just raring to go, wasn’t she?
Why should that bother you? She’s excited, well researched, and a consenting adult. There have been plenty of witches who’ve come in off the streets ready to go. Why should she be any different?
You bloody well know why it’s different. He shook his head, effectively chasing his thoughts away.
“Tell her I’m not available tonight and that I’m sorry. She should go home and get some rest and come back next weekend.”
“She just paid for full membership for a month and turned in her NDA and club agreement forms,” Jonathan’s voice was incredulous. “You’re really going to let her go off exploring on her own? She’s going to be one hell of a VIP, yeah? Shouldn’t we protect her a little more?”
“Fuck.” Snape snarled, wiping his face with his palm. “I really can’t show her around tonight.”
Jonathan was astonished. “What the hell happened with you two?”
Snape slammed his hands down on his desk and glared at his employee. While Jonathan was not his sub, he was a sub and knew better than to speak to a Dom like that. “You will be respectful, young man. Or there will be punishment. I believe Mistress Clarisse is here tonight.”
Johnathan’s haughty face instantly smoothed out and he dropped his eyes. “I apologize, Master Snape. It’s not my place, but I’m concerned about you being so out of character. You’re usually very protective of new subs. Miss Granger is going to be fawned over. She’s young, beautiful, and famous. Don’t you think she should have someone to keep an eye on her?”
“She should,” Snape snapped, letting the bartender’s infarction go. “Tell her to come back next weekend when Master Etan and Rose can show her around.”
“Yes, sir.” Jonathan left the room without a backwards glance. Snape sat heavily in his leather office chair and dropped his face into one hand.
“Fuck.”
“Well, aren’t you a vision?” A smooth, tenor voice said, it came from directly behind her. Hermione jumped and recoiled away from the sound, whipping her head around to meet the glittering grey eyes of…Lucius Malfoy?! Oh, my God. Her mouth went bone dry and it took her a moment to remember how to speak.
“Thank you, sir,” she murmured politely, quickly turning back to her wine and taking a large swallow. She started to tremble. Nerves? Excitement? Trepidation? Fear? A bloody combination of all the above, you idiot. She chastised herself.
“You’re very welcome, my dear.” He moved to her other side. “Do you mind if I join you?”
Hermione purposely avoided his eyes but answered in the affirmative. Her heart picked up a notch as he settled his long, graceful body next to her. Okay, so I apparently am attracted to older men. Very much part of my problem in the dating world, I think. She was attracted to him. His long elegant fingers signaled for a bartender to pour him a glass of whiskey and she watched them move with simple elegance, fascinated.
Once upon a time, this man had repulsed her more than anything in the world. He was cruel, vindictive, and a pompous, prejudice prick. That all changed at the end of her sixth year at Hogwarts, though. After Draco hadn’t been able to kill Dumbledore, Snape did. Of course, this had been huge blow to the Light. In one fell swoop they had lost two of their most powerful wizards – Dumbledore and Snape. That was, until Snape contacted Kingsley, sending along a letter and a vial of memories. Memories that had shown that Dumbledore had been dying for almost a year. That his death had been pre-arranged – assisted suicide – and that he was still working for the Light. Dumbledore had cautioned him not to reveal himself, wanting him to minimize his risk of getting caught by Voldemort.
The game had changed for the Slytherin, though, and Snape was now trying to protect someone new. The someone turned out to be someones. Narcissa Malfoy had gone to Severus to beg for help for Draco – who had been punished severely for his failure to murder Dumbledore. Snape had told her the only way he could get Draco out and have his parents survive was to get them all out to a safehouse and make it look like they deserted as a family. He compromised himself for his friends and Godson, and it had been worth the effort in the end as Lucius was the one who had eventually brought Snape back from the clutches of Death himself.
The story she and the rest of the Order received from Kingsley was that Snape’s memories were untampered with and truthful. That he’d agreed to meet with Snape as long as the man would consent to an interrogation under Veritaserum. It had been done. Two months after Dumbledore’s death, the Order of the Phoenix was warily housing the three wandless Malfoys (the only way anyone was comfortable for them to be in their midst) who turned out to be amazing and worthwhile allies.
Even if she had still not been able to be in the same room with the youngest Malfoy without wanting to rip his throat out, she had grown fond of Narcissa and Lucius. Both had been so grateful to be out from under Voldemort’s thumb and have their son safe, they had been impeccable guests and strategists. Even if they had constantly walked around looking like something smelled bad.
Hermione had even gone so far once as to ask the senior Malfoy if he really thought Muggle-borns had stolen magic. The man had sighed as if he were thoroughly annoyed and softly told her.

“Once, yes. I believed it with all my being. Now I’m just not sure.”
“I was seven when my magic manifested itself,” she answered him in a demure tone, her eyes fixed at a spot over his shoulder, not wanting to see the hate and disgust that had always been in his eyes when he looked at her. “Magic was a fairy tale. How could I have stolen it?”
When he didn’t answer, she continued. “If you could steal magic, Mr. Malfoy, there wouldn’t be Squibs, would there?”
“That, my dear Miss Granger, is an excellent argument and something I will have to think on further.”
She had known she was being dismissed and left disheartened. He never looked at her with disgust in his eyes again. Also, from that day forward, his son never referred to her as (or called her) a Mudblood.
He watched with an eyebrow cocked in amusement as she drained her glass before setting it gingerly back on the bar.
“May I buy you another drink, my dear?” Hermione glanced at him and their eyes locked. She felt a finger of heat slip up her spine and shivered.
“That would be welcomed, sir,” she said with a coy smile.
Lucius’ half smile grew to a full one, showing off brilliant white, straight, even teeth.
“I hear this is your second night,” Lucius said, after signaling the bar tender for another glass of Merlot. “How was your first?”
Hermione stayed silent for a moment, thanking the bartender when he placed a new glass of wine in front of her along with a bowl of pretzels. “Affirming.” She finally answered.
“Do explain,” Lucius liked her answer very much. So many times he’d had this conversation where the witch or wizard had said something so…boring. Life-changing, amazing, just what I hoped it would be. Affirming was one he’d never heard before.
She took a slow slip of her drink and he watched with rapt attention as a tongue slipped out between plump lips to catch a drop. He unconsciously licked his own.
“I thought this was what I wanted. I researched. I educated myself. I watched videos. I chatted with some subs in a couple different chat forums. In my head, I was already there. But I hadn’t experienced yet. Last night…” Last night was magical, exciting, hot, and none of your damned business. “Last night I experienced and it solidified everything for me. I now feel confident saying that I want to be a sexual submissive.”
Lucius brought a thumb and forefinger to his lips to smooth them before he opened his mouth…to be interrupted.
“Poppet, I’m so sorry,” Jonathan said as he strode back into the bar. “Master Snape is unable to show you about tonight. He suggests you come back next weekend. Master Etan and Rose will be here and they’ll be able to introduce you around.”
Lucius watched as the girls’ face fell. He was confused, Snape never turned away a sub who needed introducing – unless she was truly dreadful. But if she had been that awful, he wouldn’t have allowed her back into the club. Something’s…up.
“Well, my dear,” Lucius said quietly. “I know I am no Master Snape, but I am a partner at this club and would be happy to give you the full tour.” He had to stifle a snort at his double entendre.
Johnathan let a slow, satisfied grin slide across his face as he looked from the new little one to Master Lucius. They would probably be a dynamite match. He wondered if Malfoy would try and scene with her. “You’d be safe with Master Lucius, Poppet. He may look like a slippery snake, but he takes good care of the subs here.”
Hermione turned to appraise Malfoy for a moment before dipping her head in a nod. “I would be honored for you to show me around, sir.”
“Jonathan, will you take her bag and put it somewhere safe,” Lucius dipped his hand below her chair, brushing her down the leg and making her jump with surprise on the way to retrieve her purse before he straightened up and handed the small bag to the bartender. He stood and offered his arm to Hermione as she pushed to stand, helping her move her stool out of her way. She took his arm and glanced over her shoulder at Jonathan who grinned and gave her a thumbs-up.
She snapped her head back to her host when she felt soft fingertips trail over her arm. Her eyes narrowed. She was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to be touching her without her permission. Offering his arm was one thing, sliding his fingertips over her skin quite another. Then his words disarmed her.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have skin like a porcelain doll?” He said softly. “Perfect peaches and cream and utterly flawless. Couple that with your petite size and your abundance of hair and I wouldn’t mind putting you on a pedestal to admire.” His eyes caught hers and they twinkled with warmth and the sincerity of his compliment and her complaints flew from her mind. She felt pleasure seep through her body and a blush rise to her cheek bones.
“Stunning,” he said, leaning his head down so his lips were almost touching her cheek. “Before this night is over, Doll, I would like to see the rest of your delectable body. Do keep that in mind.”
Hermione was hard pressed to keep the moan from leaving her throat. As it was, she squirmed, feeling her arousal heighten. I wonder what he would be thinking if he knew it was me, she mused. Then she realized they had come to a stop at the bottom of a flight of stairs.
Her mouth dropped in shock. Before her was living enactments of many things she had read about over the past couple of weeks. Things that had excited her, as well as things that terrified her. They were in a vast room, dotted with couches and arm chairs and many, many sexual props and benches. A few dozen people milled about, many engaged in some sort of sexual act, others watching or waiting their turn.
To the right of her was a raised dais, a stage. It was dark, tonight, and she found herself oddly disappointed. Exhibitionism was something she was eager to witness and possibly experience. A performance would not have been a disappointment for her tonight.
A St. Andrew’s Cross stood near a back corner, empty as well. Pity, she would be really curious to see that use. A man was suspended by his arms and torso near the center of the room. More people being flogged. The girl who was dressed as a cat from earlier was strapped arms and legs to a bench directly in front of her, a red ball gag in her mouth while one of the two men she had been with upstairs used a riding crop on her upturned bum.
She didn’t know where to look first and her heart started to pound in earnest. The worst thing about this new space was it was dark and her mask only inhibited her vision further. She turned to her host. “I’m going to remove my mask. I wish to see without it being in the way.”
Lucius Malfoy raised an eyebrow curiously, but nodded and let go of her arm. “Mr. Malfoy,” she said, a note of warning in her voice. “Prepare yourself, sir. I think I will surprise you.”
Lucius gave a start at the formal address. He had not properly introduced himself, and while it wasn’t uncommon for him to be recognized, she seemed a bit young to know who he was. He watched curiously as she lifted her fingers to her mask and muttered the incantation to remove it. Merlin’s fucking bollocks! He knew his shock registered completely when her lips curved into a knowing smile as she slipped her mask into the impossibly tight back pocket of her leggings.
A feather could have pushed him over when he looked into the lovely face of none other than Hermione fucking Granger. Now I’m sure something is up. Snape said he’d had a taste. Seven years of this Doll driving him mad and he didn’t want to Dominate her again tonight? Told her to go home and come back next weekend? There’s a story there he’s not telling me.
Heat filled him, the attraction growing that much deeper. He had watched this girl grow up, fight a war, turn into a truly beautiful young woman. She was a force of nature, someone he reluctantly admired. An intellectual equal. Powerfully magical. A sexual submissive my arse. I’ll bet that’s why Snape declined to introduce her. She had a temper hotter than dragon fire and bollocks bigger than most wizards he knew. There was no way she would be a good submissive.
“Why, Miss Granger. What a delightful surprise.”
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission