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Set me free Complete	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 13653 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: In agreement with my beta – I’m posting this chapter unedited when she finishes with fixing the grammar and with me, I will re-post this chapter at a later date.
At that time, I do expect that some parts will be enhanced and there will be no grammatical errors.
I leave it to you to read it now or wait some more.
When I upload edited chapter I’ll remove this note :)
Just the quick not for those that follow “Troment” – the chapter is written but I’m still fiddling with it, and I’ll need another day or two to post it.
This is a new kind of trial, the hardest one he faced. He clenched his hands under the table, the patina of perspiration coating his palms. The air rattles in his chest, thick as a dough.
Breathe. Stay in control. Stay calm.
This is different.
She sits across him, calm and composed and he can’t but feel pride. She is as she is now his work after all.
“What do you want, Miss Granger?” The voice does not betray him. Very good.
He resists the temptation to bite his cheek, instead, he bites his tongue - painfully. This must be her decision, her initiative. After all, what she is going to ask of him is vastly different than what he wants for and from her.
Her eyes widen just a fraction, rose colour her cheeks. She is an image of perfection.
“I. . . I read about this, but I won’t claim that I know how this works.” She starts, her voice mildly uncertain but determined.
Of course you don’t.
“But, . . . I know what I want.” she states with conviction that elates him and frightens him at the same time.
“And what that might be?” He asks.
Her eyes roam around his living space. This is private, so he called her to his rooms.
“Well, it depends on what are you willing to - grant me.” She clears her throat. “I want. . . No, I need to feel it again! That sting and that warmth. The flogger.” She clarifies.
“That can be arranged.” He nods. Hands twisting where she can’t see them.
“But, I want more!” She continues and his heart lurches in his throat, choking him. “I won’t claim that I know what I like or what I have taste for, but. . . Well, you see, I did a bit of reading.”
Of course you did.
“I know I like the flogger. I like the feel of ropes, being tied up. I don’t like too much of pain but in small amounts. . . I’d like to try candles as well. I think I wouldn’t mind blindfold. . . I know, I think it’s not much, and probably very limiting but. . .” She swallows hard, the first crack in her posture.
“Do you want to be controlled or in control?”
“Controlled. I - need - for you to take care of me.” She breathes out.
“Take care of you how? In the playroom? Only during playtime or in general?” His voice is calm but his insides flutter.
“In the bedroom, ummm - playroom, that is.” A lovely blush creeps into her cheeks. “I like to call you ‘Sir’.”
“Very well. Flogger, any other implements?” He asks and she blinks at him. “Spanking?”
“Yes, I’d like to try.” Now she sounds eager, and his cock twitches, filling despite the high level of anxiety he’s trying to fight off.
“Whips, paddles, cane, crops, twase. . .” He stops, she is blinking at him.
“Ummm maybe paddles and crops.” her voice is getting more quiet, her face more red.
“Intensity of pain?” He asks, his throat constricting.
“I. . . I like a little of pain but I don’t really know how much is too much.” she admits, and he nods. I know that.
“What parts of the body?”
“What?” her eyes widen.
“What parts of the body you prefer for impact play?” He clarifies. He should be doing this differently, but the only way to stay in control is to approach this matter in this way.
“Umm, my back for a flogger, my - ummmm - behind for the other. We could test the other parts, maybe.” She is uncertain and he can understand. He fights his body, his need to stand up, walk around the table and hug her. Comfort her.
“Bondage by rope. Any specific way?” He asks. He hopes while fear turns into an icy fist in the pit of his stomach. His cock is full now, heavy and throbbing.
It doesn’t mean much. It doesn’t mean that she would want you.
“My hands, but I’m open to try more. But not the one that leaves. . . that is. . .” She chokes, shyness emerging and his heart flaps like a trapped bird.
“Blindfold, what else?”
“Just. . . blindfold. I know it’s not much or. . . .” She starts in a rush, and he cuts her off
“You want what you want, Miss Granger. Do not be ashamed of it, and do not apologize for it. Do not accept what you are not willing to go through and even if you do. . . It is all right to change your mind. After all, safe words are there for a reason.” He instructs her “Shall we continue, then?”
She nods.
“Humiliation?” Please say no. He can’t bring himself to do that to her. He has his own limits and he is aware of them. She shakes her head ‘no’ with zeal and he breathes out slowly.
“Biting, scratching, tickling?”
“Yes, I mean - no. No to tickling. The other two - yes. And I don’t mind if my hair is pulled.”
“Any other implements beside candles?”
“Ummm, like what?”
“Needles, nipple clamps, ball gags...” He starts but she looks scared so he stops.
“No, nothing that chokes or cause bruises, nothing that breaks the skin.”
Thank you, Salazar.
His stomach clenched, he is quiet, fighting the urge to beg instead of asking. His throat constricting in a throbbing manner, synchronising with the desperate throb of his groins.
“Penetration?” He manages to sound calm, controlled even if he’s anything but.
Stay calm. It is what she wants. It is all about her.
Except, it isn’t - not anymore. This is a different kind of game. They are equal in this, now. It is as much about him as it is about her. But he knows.
The desperation.
He will ascend to almost anything she asks of him. He is weak, so weak in the face of her. Damn you, Luna.
“Oh, Gods! Yes. . . Please.”
Is she pleading with me? Why? It still doesn’t mean. . . She may not want - me.
“In what way?”
“I don’t. . .”
What is so confusing? It is all about her. Stay in control.
The words hurt his throat as he speaks. “Penetration with what?”
“Well, sex.” She still sounds confused but then she smiles, a smile that shatters the ice inside his lungs. “I don’t mind other - things. But I want to have sex with you.”
She is crimson in her face. Big brown eyes are feverish, they flicker around the room avoiding him.
“What orifice?”
“Ummm - the usual way, I guess. I mean I never tried. . . Well, there is one thing or two.” She clears her throat. His heart beating in his throat, his palms are beyond sweaty at this point. “Okay, three things. No gloves. And I’d like to. . . That is if you don’t mind. . . I’d love to - taste you. Ummm, like a giveyouablowjob. You don’t have to reciprocate.” She burps out.
“I have no objections, to either receiving or giving the oral pleasure.”
That is an understatement. The memory of her smell made his mouth water. He would sell the little of his soul that is left to taste her.
“You really don’t need to if you don’t . . . like it.”
“Have you had a bad experience before?”
She blushes and nods. “Not bad, but it is not pleasant if you are going to look like I fed you with something ghastly.”
What kind of imbecile was she been with?
It is a personal challenge now. To show her. . . It is also a selfish desire. To tie her up, not in a physical sense, but to make her want more. More of him.
“Leave to me to be the judge what I do or do not like, Miss Granger. What would be the third?”
“What? Oh, yes. I don’t mind kneeling in front of you, and I do like when you - order me around, but I don’t know what I like really so. . .”
“That is a given. We will use green-yellow-red signals for you. My safeword is ‘tumbleweed’”
Her eyes are huge now, he could drown in their shade.
“Do not look so surprised, Miss Granger. I as well have my limitations, and I won’t go over them. Should you ask of me something that I’m not comfortable with - I have a full right to stop the play as much as you do.” A safety net for him, he needs it. It is better this way. “Now, if that is all we may go to the bedroom.”
They stand up. He swiftly wipes his hands over his robes. He nearly walks on her when she suddenly stops and twirls to face him.
“One more thing. The kiss. I’d like you to…”
So weak. Keep it together.
He stops her words with his lips. The taste of her, the sweetness is overpowering. The soft caress of her full flesh, the wet swipe of her tongue over his mouth.
Too early for that.
He pulls back.
He leads her to the room, wordless. He can’t speak now to save his life. His oesophagus is painfully constricted.
He prays that she reads his actions as dominance. When he finds his voice it is rough but still commanding. Good.
“Take off your clothes.”
She struggles.
She is in hurry.
He steps in to help.
Pain blooms across his cheek, in her hurried struggle. . . he stepped closer to help, her hand freed the other hand from the sleeve and caught him over the face.
Huge scared eyes.
“It is all right, Miss Granger. I came too close to you. I won’t hold it against you. However, the grace is something you need to learn.”
One of her hands is inside the robe but other is still free. With her free hand, she reaches for his pulsating cheek.
Her hand is soft. So soft. So tender.
He struggles. He fights the need to lean into the touch.
His poison.
His desire.
The tenderness.
He is never on the receiving end of it. . . Until now.
It hurts him.
It elates him.
Makes him wanting her even more. Desiring to give her everything she deserves, and more. So much more.
He fights the urge to close his eyes.
“Finish your undressing.” He rasps, his voice is rough.
Eyes soak every bit of revealed skin. He saw her naked before, plenty of times but. . . this is different.
Stay in control.
“It starts now.” He notifies her and her eyes fall to the floor.
This is wrong.
It is not. She is impeccable so far. What is wrong is his desire to have her bright gaze on him. He sits on the bed, still fully dressed.
“Come here, Miss Granger.”
She walks slowly and stands between his slightly parted thighs. Sneaking one hand into a soft fizz of curls he clenches his fist and she gasps.
Tumbleweed indeed.
He pulls her down for a kiss. She obeys him without restraint.
Elation.
“Over my lap.”
She sprawls over his lap, her chest on the bed. He runs a hand down her back and over the soft milky white globes of her but.
So soft.
He could worship her - in a way...he does.
She shivers.
Fear. No, anticipation with a touch of fear.
His need to reassure her, to calm her crushing him.
“We will start slow, and work our way up. I want you to tell me when it gets too intense for you to handle. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Green?”
“Green, Sir?”
He suppresses his own trembling of muscles. He resists the notion to pet her until she stops to shiver.
The skin on his cheek burns, still fluttering where she touched him.
This is about her. Stay in control.
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