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43—Percussion
“Then we chill for a second, then I hit that ass some more.”—Ray J
(Severus) 
Lucius set to work with the chains and leather cuffs, stringing her from the ceiling with all the panache of an artist displaying his masterpiece in an exclusive gallery. And what a picture she made. Although her breathing had become fast and tight, constrained by anxiety, her eyes were bright with anticipation. The pink buds of her nipples contrasted the soft weight of her breast by shearing to sharp outcroppings that could have carved marble. Ever a fan of her cleavage, Draco was manning his usual post, attached to her chest, and Severus watched the boy with fond amusement. Bath time had been far more entertaining than he could have imagined. The impressive speed of Draco's orgasm seemed to be indicative of his monstrous need for a caring touch. A kiss. Thank Merlin Lucius had been preoccupied with Hermione, because Draco was absolutely spot on: Lucius would be exceedingly jealous if his son became his competitor for yet another lover.
But Severus felt the need to provide the boy with some support, or a second opinion as it were. What made a man a man, or even successful, was an answer every wizard needed to decide for himself; and at the moment, Draco was getting nothing but mixed messages and double standards. He saw Lucius doting on Hermione, spoiling her, embracing her every mood, but his own cravings for care were being rebuffed . . . by the one man who was supposed to love him most. And after everything the Malfoys had endured, everything they’d suffered and lost, Lucius’s obdurate attitude toward his son was not only a slap in the face but also a dismissal of Draco’s character and resilience. Draco had survived two traumatic upheavals in his young life, and instead of falling prey to bitterness or blame, he'd used the pain to shape himself into a better man. But Lucius couldn’t see that new man; he saw only the past, the man Draco should have been—had he followed in Lucius’s footsteps. Perhaps that was what Lucius found so off-putting about his son’s evolving sensitivity: it was a boldfaced denial of everything he valued. It was a rebellion, a distancing from the Malfoy legacy, a shunning of Lucius as a father and a person. And Lucius was hurt by that whether he admitted it to himself or not. The real shame was that even though Draco had split himself from the path Lucius had carved out, he still loved his father and longed for his approval; and Lucius loved Draco—he just thought Draco needed to be tough to find lasting happiness and success. If Lucius could let go of his expectations and actually see Draco as he was, both of them would go a long way toward reunification.
But while Lucius had chosen a judgmental attitude when it came to Draco’s emotional development, Severus, being an impartial observer, was simply intrigued. Draco had undergone such a dramatic metamorphosis over the years that Severus couldn’t help but be impressed. Most people couldn’t break a bad habit let alone alter the course of their life. And Draco’s willingness to render himself vulnerable after so much personal pain was nothing short of inspirational. Something about that made Severus want to encourage more from the boy, because the longer he thought about it, the more convinced he was that Hermione was right: Draco could have any emotions he wanted, and that included neediness. Severus was starting to see that there was a certain freedom in the ability to just ask for the affection one required. After all, the squeaky wheel did get the grease.
His eyes settled on Lucius again. How different would their lives had been if they’d been encouraged to express all their needs with no reservations? Malfoy wouldn’t have spent a year destroying himself after Narcissa’s death, and Severus wouldn’t have spent night after night alone in his bed, convincing himself he was better off without human contact.
But he didn’t want to drift down the dark road of regret that night, not when he had so much of what he wanted right in front of him. Lucius was a pillar of consistency in his life, and Severus was grateful for the comfort of that familiarity in a world that seemed dreadfully unstable. And now he could add Draco to his inner circle. Snape had no idea where that relationship might end up over time, but he was looking forward to discovering what made this new Draco tick.
And of course there was Hermione, his deviant Head Girl with a heart of gold . . . and a brain to match. He was pleased she’d been so taken by the playroom; it felt good to have been the mastermind behind such a well-received gift. While he’d gotten input from both Malfoys, the themes represented were almost wholly from her imagination. He might have packaged her ideas in a different wrapper, but when they were in that room, the four of them were basically playing in her head.
With that secret spurring his libido into high gear, Severus observed the preparations with one hand around his erection, watching the way her eyes followed Lucius as he set the scene: pale hands on black leather, muscles rolling beneath his bare skin, cock filling as he critiqued her positioning. His keen eye was driving her wild, and Severus could tell by the shifty shuffle of her lower half that the anticipation was getting to her.
It was almost time for him to make the transition from observer to participant.
When Draco’s breast worship had worked her to a panting fever pitch, Severus circled around and silently approached from the rear—one of his favorite tactical maneuvers. Extending his hand, he trailed his fingers over the hillocks of her backside and then gave her cheek a gentle pat. “What have we here? It seems I’ve found the perfect time to spank this little bottom. You can’t cover yourself at all, can you?”
Whimpering, she shook her head and tried to look at him over her shoulder. “You know I don’t cover myself anymore. I learned my lesson.”
He smiled, recalling that lesson’s lengthy lecturing and corner time. “Yes you did . . . but this is such a nice presentation.” He patted her other cheek. “I’ll warm you up first then we’ll mark the occasion with the cane.”
“The cane! I haven’t been bad.”
“The cane isn’t always for bad girls. Sometimes it’s for good girls who want to come,” he said and gave her arse a firm slap.
“Oh gods, sir! Please! I’m so wet.”
Lucius smirked at him over her head. “It sounds as though she’s enjoying the restraints.”
“I thought she might.” Severus gave her jiggly rump another good smack. “What do you say to me, young lady?”
“Uuuunnnnh!”
“Lovely,” he chuckled, “but that wasn’t quite the answer I was after.”
Her facial muscles tensed as she wracked her brain for a suitable phrase. “Please . . . spank my naughty bottom, sir.”
With a snicker, Draco released her nipple and gave the erect flesh a testing pinch. “You've been dying to say that all night, haven't you?”
Squeezing her eyes shut, as if hiding from the humiliation, Hermione flexed her arms against the strength of the chains and thrust her pelvis toward Draco’s immobile left hand. “Please touch my clit! I can't take this anymore!”
Forgoing the lure of her luscious breast, Draco ran his fingers over her fuzzy mound but made no attempt to delve between her lips. “And you’re so clean from the bath,” he murmured, ignoring her request. “I love seeing you all soft and fluffy like this.”
“Mmmmm!” she growled, bucking into his fingers. “Please!”
“Look how swollen you are, love,” Draco said with a pointed glance south. “I know just how you feel. It’s maddening to be teased so mercilessly, isn’t it?”
Draco may have a penchant for Nanny Granger’s discipline, but he clearly loved seeing her clawing for climax just as much as Severus did. If Slytherins knew one thing, it how to exploit someone else's desires, and Draco was especially good at stringing people along. He'd make an excellent dom if he ever had the inclination.
Snape smacked her arse again and bent down to press his lips to her ear. “I think you’d better start begging, Miss Granger. It looks as if Draco's just getting started.”
“Oh gods!” She yanked on her arms and then slumped in the restraints when she couldn’t pull free. “Pleeeease touch my pussy, Draco—make me come.”
“No,” Draco said simply. “I think you can find out what it’s like to wait a while. Please carry on, Severus. I like the way she moans when you turn her arse red.”
Snape gave him an appreciative smile and nodded in approval. Draco was a bit of switch, wasn’t he? Interesting. Severus would have to think that over later—when his brain got some of its blood back.
Returning to the task at hand, he set about spreading some color over her adorable rump. 
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! 
Draco waited until Severus had given her an even twenty then he sealed his lips around one reddened tit and resumed his slow suckling. The destruction of her sanity was instantaneous. She trembled and howled like a bound beast, arching into Draco’s mouth and rolling onto her toes as if searching for a height advantage. Draco wasn’t easily swayed, but he gave her a taste of freedom by sliding one hand down and tickling her clit with his middle finger, just barely grazing the glistening bud.
Hermione’s cries became delirious, nonsense pleas spilling from her lips, garbled entreaties punctuated with Draco’s name. The keening began to drown out the sounds of spanking, so Severus upped the impact to make sure she could hear each sharp smack. If there was one thing that got that girl gushing, it was a good soundtrack. 
Lucius had taken several steps to the side for a better vantage point, and he watched their production with a small smile, waiting until Hermione was on the verge of tears before joining the ensemble. “I think that’s enough, you two. She’s starting to lose it.”
Snape retrieved the cane he'd set on the ottoman earlier and tapped it against his palm to test the sting. “Let’s take bets on how many licks she needs to come.”
“Cane licks or tongue licks?” Lucius asked with rakish half-smile.
“Cane. I’ll wager one blowjob she needs at least seventy-five easy swats.”
Lucius waved his hand dismissively. “I’m going to say fifty.”
“That’s risky. But I’ll enjoy watching you swallow my seed.”
Lucius flashed him a knowing quirk of one eyebrow that seemed to say “don’t you always?”
He did.
Draco pulled his mouth from her with a loud pop and joined the debate. “This is too rich for my blood. I’m not sucking father if I lose, but I’ll put fifteen Galleons on . . . less than twenty-five strokes.”
“A blowjob and fifteen Galleons—a very successful day for me,” Severus quipped.
Lucius snickered and gestured toward her outthrust bum. “Please, by all means . . . I think she’s going to tear the brackets from the ceiling if we make her wait any longer.”
Hermione wiggled her hips out even farther, providing him with the most inviting target, and Severus thanked her for the honor by tapping the cane against her pert arse, marking where he would strike: at the height of the curviest swell, the peak of Mount Spankme. Without prelude, he snapped the whippy wood into her cheeks.
“Ah!”
Draco took her cry as an invitation to resume feeding and bent down to suck her into his mouth.
“No fair,” Severus interjected. “The deal was to make her come with the cane.”
Lucius and Draco both looked at him and, at the same time, said, “I didn’t agree to that.”
Severus arched an eyebrow, a chuckle resting on the tip of his tongue. “Perhaps you should remind me what bet we just made.”
Lucius folded his arms as if he were in a business meeting and explained, “You merely said it would take her seventy-five swats or more to come—you didn’t specify that that orgasm would be due to the cane.”
Damn. His cock was keeping him from thinking clearly. “I’ve suddenly remembered why I never gamble.”
Lucius just smiled. “You win some you lose some. Please carry on. I’m eager to see who was right.”
Severus sighed and lined up the cane again. I guess after fucking Hermione, a blowjob would be overkill anyway. At least that was the story he told himself to dull the disappointment of his impending loss. Twitching his hand, he rapped her with the cane once more. Swish-thwack.
“Oh God,” Her head dropped back, and she grunted at the ceiling.
Swish-thwack.
Draco switched to the other side, tugging on her breast so fiercely her skin stretched toward him, causing Hermione to struggle against the leather cuffs in an attempt to keep up with her nipple.
Swish-thwack.
“Aaah!”
Swish-thwack.
Draco’s pale fingers drifted down and resumed their wet exploration of her glistening slit, but this time it was Lucius who protested.
“I don’t think so,” he growled. “That pussy is mine. You go back to your nighttime feeding.”
Draco must not have minded the insinuation—either that or he was so engrossed in her rosy areola that he didn’t hear. Hermione’s panting was awfully loud, a sure sign the orgasmic countdown had begun. 
Lucius stepped closer and, with a quick flick of his right hand, slapped her pussy with the flat of his fingers. Her eyes flew open, and she stared at him in shock, but Lucius just grinned and did it again.
The slaps weren’t hard, more like firm taps, probably akin to what Severus had done to her with the riding crop. He’d given her several pussy spankings in the past, and he knew exactly how much she loved the warm sting of a controlled strike. But Lucius was going to beat himself at his own game. It was unlikely she'd last another minute let alone fifty swats. Severus gave her another with the cane to keep her nerve endings guessing. Swish-thwack.
“Fuck!” Hermione’s body bowed as Lucius’s one-handed clapping became a steady applause. “Please!”
Draco shifted to the side so Lucius could easily reach her, but he continued to maul her breasts without missing a beat.
Amid the storm of sensation, Hermione was a picture of pure ecstasy, her body quaking with building energy, and her face frozen in an expression of rapture. He’d have to get out his Pensieve later and relive the moment from multiple angles. Maybe he'd invite her along and indulge her voyeuristic tendencies.
Swish-thwack.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Lucius never let up.
Swish-thwack.
Hermione dry sobbed, “Pleeeeeese!”
Lucius obliged by increasing the tempo to a bouncy foxtrot.
“Uuuuuunh!”
Swish-thwack.
Slap slap slap slap.
Swish-thwack.
Slap slap slap slap.
Her body began to vibrate like a sputtering engine, the jigglier bits taking on a life of their own.
Swish-thwack.
Slap slap slap slap.
"Come for us, little girl,” Severus murmured. “This room needs christening before we can call it official. Show us how much you love it.”
An animalistic cry burst from her slack mouth, and she came, her eyes rolling madly as she rode through the pleasure. Draco stayed right with her, his lips sealed to her flesh through every twist and turn, and Lucius broke into a laughing smile as her juices spilled over his fingers, transforming his slap solo into a soggy samba.
Her wails eventually died to garbled moans, and as Lucius caressed her pink pussy to ease her back down to earth, she sank into in the restraints like a scarecrow. “Thank you, sir.”
“Are you addressing me or Lucius?” Severus asked.
“All of you,” she panted.
Chuckling, Severus kissed the top of her head. “Draco wins. You two planned the whole thing, didn’t you?”
Hermione managed a tired snort.
Detaching himself from her breast, Draco placed a gentle peck to her sweaty brow. “I don’t want Galleons or blowjobs; I just want to fuck her in that big bed tonight.”
Severus tossed aside the cane and ran his hand over the lines razing her buttocks. “We’re all going to fuck her tonight. It is a room-welcoming party after all. Lucius, this little girl said she wants a spank-fucking. Would you care to assist?”
Cocking one brow and smirking at Snape over her head, Lucius lifted her into his arms and locked her legs around his waist. “Ready when you are.”
Percussion—musical instruments played by striking with the hand or with a handheld or pedal-operated stick or beater, or by shaking, including drums, cymbals, xylophones, gongs, bells, and rattles.
“Sexy Can I“ by Ray J (Feat. Yung Berg). Released in 2007. Written by William Ray Norwood Jr. (Ray J), Christian Ward (Yung Berg), Victor Carraway, and Noel Fisher (Detail). https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YeVOnHce37Y
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