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Trust	By : Merciless Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Hermione stretched and rolled over. Snape shifted slightly, but didn’t wake up. He was aware of her; she felt his hands pressed against her, but lacked the rest of the directive, so they just stilled again. His body was incredibly hot next to hers, and she snuggled against him for warmth.

She traced a finger down his gaunt cheek, rasping it against his stubble, and then stroked her hand down his shoulder.

She stopped. He might not like to be molested in his sleep.

"Severus," she called softly.

His cock bounced against her thigh, and he sucked in a deep breath and pushed it against her. When his dark eyes fluttered open, she smiled at him.

"Good morning. It's six."

He didn’t answer. He just stared at her with little expression. His eyes darted about her face until she started to grow self-conscious.

She bit her lip, and his eyelids drooped. He raised up on one elbow and slowly loomed over her, planting his other hand on the other side of her. She sighed as he slowly descended, eyes darting from her lips to her eyes, seeking either acceptance or rejection. She tilted her chin up, and his eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her.

She sighed. It was such a gentle kiss. She opened her mouth, and he swept in and stole her breath, his arms closing around her as he rolled back onto his side. Their kiss gained energy and turned into something bordering on desperate. It seemed to last forever, as they literally snogged like teenagers.

Her heart pounded. The way he cradled her in his arms ignited a desire for more, not more sex, more of this gentleness. She knew that everything they had shared up to this moment was just sex, and this was the intimacy that she'd wanted all along.

It was a scary thought. Snape didn’t strike her as boyfriend material. She would be an utter idiot to think that was in the cards.

He broke off the kiss and lifted his head quickly, like a dog hearing a noise no one else could. He darted a look back at her, but was already moving.

She heard the sound of her Floo activating and turned her head in alarm. When she looked back, he was gone.

"Hermione?"

"Coming, Minerva!" she called scrambling out of her blankets. She grabbed her dressing gown and threw it on, hurrying out into her sitting room.

The Headmistress' face was bobbing in the flames. "I just wanted to let you know that the staff meeting has been postponed until ten. I have to go out for a while. I still need your budget reports though. I'm headed to the Ministry."

"I have them right here," Hermione replied. She grabbed up a folder from her coffee table and passed it through the fire."

"Oh, you're such a dear. Thank you. I'll see you in the staffroom at ten."

"Have a good morning, Minerva."

Hermione watched as the flames died back down, shuddering, as the tension in her body let go. She tightened her sash and headed back into her bedroom. This was a dangerous game, but if that kiss was any indication of what the future could hold, it was one well worth playing. She looked around, but didn’t see him anywhere. She even bent down and looked under her bed.

Blinking, she headed for her bathroom. She pulled off her dressing gown and draped it on the towel rack before opening her cupboard and grabbing her toothbrush. When she closed the mirrored door, Snape was behind her, fully dressed and looking angry. She yelped.

He grabbed her and pulled her back up against his chest, with one arm clamped under her breasts. Her t-shirt rode up and her breasts were nearly shoved up to her chin. With his other hand he reached out, plucked the toothbrush out of her hand, and tossed it on the sink. He stripped her knickers off her hips, leaving them wadded in a band around her thighs.

Fuck, was this another test? Or was she in serious trouble here? He was stronger than she could handle without a wand. She started calculating her access to his soft tissue, and how useless stomping in his instep would be with his dragon-hide boots.

"What makes you worth this risk?" he hissed into her ear. "You're just a woman like all the rest."

Despite the violence of his manner, his hand was gentle when he caressed her hip, sliding across her abdomen and slipping down as far as her tightly closed legs would allow. They both watched in the mirror as one of his fingers worked its way to her clit.

"I'm no different from any other woman, if you're only looking for body parts, Severus," she said in a neutral voice. "And I can’t say if I'm worth your risk. I hope you're worth my risk. All I can say for sure is that I suspect few woman have been as interested in bringing you pleasure the way I am."

"Why?" he asked, his long finger coaxing at her in vain.

"Why do I want to please you? Have you never looked at yourself? Do you not see how powerful you are? How mesmerizing? Getting you off is like taming nature, if only for a little while." She relaxed in his arms, hoping he would see it as trust. It really wasn't. She wanted to trust him, but she was still too afraid. "Severus, I admired you long before this turned physical. I admired you in so many ways. Now that you've allowed me to see you be vulnerable? I want that. I want to see it again. I know that I am one of a very small number of people you have ever shown weakness to, and that is a powerful drug. Having you submit to me is like flying that dragon. Only the dragon was blind. You see me."

The arm crushing her breasts relaxed its hold and his face reflected open confusion. She sighed. He was so broken.

He gradually let go of her, but she didn’t move. He slowly lifted her shirt, trailing his fingers along her skin as he revealed her breasts to the mirror. They looked at their reflection, he was a dark presence behind her, and she was utterly exposed to his view.

Okay, that's kinda hot, she thought, feeling the tingle of desire starting to spread through her body.

He gently toyed with her breasts, plucking at her nipples, and his face infused with desire. She licked her lips and leaned against him, arching her back and pushing her breasts into his hands.

He sighed and ghosted one hand back down to play with her clit. She spread her legs as far as her knickers would allow, as he began to roll her clit in circles. She dropped her head back against his shoulder and he turned and kissed her brow.

"I saw a woman once," he said, his voice low and sexy. "She was beautiful. So captivating. It seemed as if sunshine danced in her presence."

His fingers pulled her lips apart and explored her secrets, teasing into her damp heat. How he could get her this worked up while talking about someone else was a skill she wasn't sure she appreciated.

"She waltzed into the castle bringing with her all that was light and lovely in the world."

He pressed his bulging trousers against her naked bum. The scratch of wool sent a new wave of pleasure through her body. He twisted his head until his mouth was at her ear. "I hated her."

He licked her ear, and she groaned and tilted her head. He bit lightly at her earlobe and she shuddered. He plunged two fingers into her, and the wet sound of her pleasure made him sigh.

"Everyone loved her. How could they not? But not me. I hated her with a passion."

She trembled at that last word, and felt her knees go weak. One arm shifted to support her, as the other slowly tortured her.

"I knew that even though she seemed to care for everyone around her, she would never care for me. She was a creature of light and grace." He kissed her neck. "I am not."

She shuddered, and he shifted his hands and started to press her forward, bending her over until she grabbed onto the sink.

"I'm going to fuck you, Granger. I'm going to empty myself into you." She trembled at the sound of him unclasping his belt and pulling at his buttons. "And then I will go about my day, satisfied with the knowledge that that beautiful woman, so full of light, started her day full of my cum."

"Oh, god," Hermione groaned, just before he started working his cock into her.

She stared at the mirror, mesmerized, as he fucked her. There was no tenderness, no intimacy, just desire. He wanted to fuck her, so he did. It was all there on his face.

When he would hit an angle and elicit a gasp or a moan from her, he would change his stroke, denying her.

Oh, that bastard, she thought, twisting to boost her pleasure. His hands clamped down on her waist, holding her in place as he increased his rhythm. She brought her own fingers to her clit and started thrumming it, knowing it wouldn’t take long. A sharp smack on her arse startled her, and he reached down and pulled her hand away.

"Please," she begged.

"No," he intoned.

She sighed. Too swept up in lust to even be resentful. He was using her, and the idea thrilled her. She folded her arms, laying her head on them and thrusting her arse higher in the air.

"Then take what you want," she moaned.

He groaned—a deep husky sound that went straight to her core. His face softened, and he looked at her with such longing and desire that she thought she could find her release just in his eyes.

Before long, his mouth dropped open, and his eyes scrunched shut, as a long, deep rumble bubbled up from his chest. She felt his cock surging inside of her, harder than it had been, as he adjusted his grip on her hips and slammed into her. His sack slapped at her with each thrust. She wriggled under his assault and let him have at her. This act of surrender had changed the tone. His thrusts changed from cold to desperate, as her passivity went from resentful to giving.

She watched his reflection with awe, and gloried in her body's reaction to the sight of him throwing his head back in absolute ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Take it! Take it!" he shouted. "Take me!" He shoved himself deep inside, and she felt him pulsing within her. The warm liquid almost soothing her as he came.

He stroked his hands along her flanks, as he gulped in deep breaths. He pulled out and her sensitized flesh quivered from the hot liquid that spilled out. He dropped down onto his haunches and pulled her lips apart, fingering the cum spilling out and rubbing it up along her crack. He leaned forward and kissed where he had spanked her. It hadn’t been hard enough to really hurt, but she assumed he could still see the mark.

He stood up, and adjusted his pants, before leaning over her. "Don't bathe," he said in a rough whisper.

She pushed up from the sink and nodded to him in the mirror.

Turning to face him, she said, "Meet me in my office fifteen minutes before the ten o'clock staff meeting. Do not wear anything under your robes aside from your shoes. You've had your desires met. At that time, you will submit to me."

He swallowed audibly and nodded to her.

He backed away, but then rushed forward and grabbed her into his arms and kissed her soundly.

"I will do anything you wish," he whispered, "Anything."

Before she could respond, he spun away and left in a swirl of black.

She stared down at her rock-hard nipples. "I have serious issues," she said to the walls.

*

Severus stalked through the halls with his customary scowl, looking just as disgusted and annoyed with everyone and everything around him, as usual.

Inside he was a seething ball of anxiety. He'd gone too far this morning, and he knew it. How many times had she said she didn’t like pain, and yet he had slapped her in annoyance. Worse, he'd wanted to do it again. He had taken her with no regard to her own pleasure. Denying her her own pleasure, because he'd been angry they'd almost been caught.

He was a bastard. The woman actually wanted him, there was no denying that now, and he'd come close to driving her away. He deserved punishment for such stupidity. His cock swelled at the idea, and he had to shove a hand in his pocket and keep it from stabbing the front of his robes.

Fuck. He wanted her to punish him desperately. If she was going to, she only had fifteen minutes to do it.

He growled at a prefect that wanted to ask him a question and stormed around the corner. Shoving open the infirmary doors, he saw her handing a hall pass to a second-year and snapped, "What did you want to see me about? I only have a few minutes to spare."

She sniffed and waved the student out. "This won’t take long, Professor. I'll meet you in my office in a moment."

He turned on his heel and stalked across the room, as she murmured instructions to the student.

He walked into the room and paced. There was a tray on her desk, covered in a towel. The tag end of a roll of bandage was sticking out from under it.

He turned when the door opened and watched as she swiftly locked the door and put up a Silencing Charm.

"Lift your robes," she said in a brusque voice. She pulled a pair of gloves out of her pocket and snapped them on. His mouth went dry in nervous expectation.

Deliciously humiliated, he started to pull up the hem of his long, cassock-like robes, revealing his boots, socks, and nothing else but his rock-hard cock.

"Higher," she said, flicking the towel aside and picking up the bandages.

He pulled them up to his armpits, and swallowed thickly.

She came over and began wrapping his cock, occasionally looping the bandage around his hips, until it was firmly secured up along his belly. It pulsed from the soft grip along its length. She picked up an object from the tray, and he felt her gloved hands manipulating his bollocks. Her clinical manner made his breath catch. She pulled his testicles down gently and he felt something soft wrap around the base. When she removed her hands, he could feel a warm tingle where the strap gripped him tight. He swallowed again and looked up at her, but she ignored him.

"Hold your robes with one hand and use the other to lean against the wall."

He blinked and turned to the wall, complying meekly.

"I want you to spread your legs and present your arse."

He shuddered and bent over, shoving his arse out as far as he could while spreading his legs as far as they would go. He was trembling with nervous excitement. Would she punish him? Would she spank him for his actions this morning? Christ, he hoped so. He wanted her to. He wanted her to use him. Discipline him. Fuck, he wanted her to order him to his knees so she could rape his arse. He was utterly depraved in his need. Too much so. The thoughts that made his cock pulse frightened him.

She wouldn't hurt him. She wasn't that way.

Maybe if he begged.

He flicked his eyes to the clock.

"Don't worry. There's plenty of time," she said. "I'm almost done."

He heard her moving about behind him and then she said, "You're going to feel my touch now," in the same dry, professional voice she used on the job. When he felt her hands on his bum, he shuddered from head to toe.

He felt a warm, thick lubricant being smeared around his anus, and he whimpered. She teased him open slowly, massaging the muscles until she could slip one of her fingers in. She worked him slowly, carefully, and quiet skillfully. He moaned when she slid two fingers in and scissored his sphincter open.

She pulled her fingers away and they were quickly replaced by something narrow and hard sliding into his arse.

"You will need more lubricant internally. This will feel slightly cool. But not for long."

He craned his head around but couldn’t see what she had. He just heard the sound as she squeezed and spurted a cool gel up his hole. He moaned. Is that what cum felt like?

The small nozzle was quickly removed, and then he felt something large and solid at his entrance. She pushed it against him, and then placed her hand on his hip and said, "Bear down."

He was nearly panting with anticipation at this point and was eager to comply. He pushed back against the thick knob and she twisted it, as he worked it into his hole. He felt himself spreading wider and wider, and he had a moment of panic.

"It's too big," he whispered.

"You can take it," she said. "Breath."

He shuddered a deep breath, and as he exhaled, he pushed back, shoving the object up his own arse. It slid in, his sphincter suddenly closing around it. He panted and craned his head back.

She looked at him proudly and stroked his arse cheek. "Good job. I knew you could take it. Your greedy hole wants anything I feed it." He closed his eyes, as his cock danced in its wrappings.

She stood up and grabbed a towel and began wiping at the excess lubricant. She snapped off her gloves.

"Stand up and let me see you," she ordered. He straightened up and turned around, feeling whatever it was inside him shifting. He held his robes up high as she reached down and rolled his tight nutsack in her hand. She stroked his bound cock, leaning down and licking at the purple tip, just peeking out of the bandages.

"You may drop your robes," she said, turning and cleaning up the items she had used. "I'll see you at the meeting, Professor."

He covered his shame and tilted his head, confused. That was it?

When he didn’t move, she looked back at him over her shoulder.

"This morning, you fucked me selfishly, not allowing me any pleasure," she said, as she put away the last of her things. "With the notable exception of being terrified at first, I actually rather enjoyed it. However, I would have preferred to be asked to be your toy. I would have agreed.”

She turned to him and gave him a level stare. “Since it seems you like your pleasure to be more one-sided, then I am accommodating you. I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy, Severus, without even touching you. Now I suggest you hurry, or you’ll be late for the meeting."

He stared at her as she swept past him and out the door.

He flicked his eyes at the clock and turned, only to stop. His softening cock swelled back to attention from the sensation in his arse. He took two more steps and stopped again.

Fuck!

Whatever she had left in him was wiggling with each step, making him even more aroused. He glanced at the clock again, and knew he was in serious trouble. He only had a few minutes left to get to the staffroom three floors away.

He took a deep breath and hurried.

By the time he reached the staffroom he was ten minutes late, sweating profusely, desperate, and bemused at his own stupidity. He’d actually wanted her to punish him. He’d anticipated a little delicious pain and humiliation.

What he got instead was torment.

Every step he’d taken had sent a wave of pleasure through his body. The strap she’d put around his sack wouldn’t let him come. After nearly fucking himself blind dashing down the stairs, he’d dashed into an empty classroom and tried to remove it only to get a painful zap. That pain had gotten him within twenty feet of the staffroom door before the liquid pleasure had taken back over.

He pushed his way into the room, dancing on the verge of an orgasm he wasn’t allowed to have.

All eyes turned to him when he entered.

“Severus. Nice of you to join us.”

“My apologies, Minerva, I was… indisposed.”

“Are you alright? You look rather flushed. Are you sick?”

Granger turned around in her seat and looked at him with sweet concern. “Professor? Is there anything I could do for you?”

He almost laughed. He did groan. “I’m fine. I just need to sit.” He walked over to his usual seat in the back of the room and sank into the low, plush chair with a sigh. “Please continue,” he said with a wave of his hand.

He shifted forward on the cushion and slouched back. Now that he was no longer walking, his overwhelming pleasure was receding. He shook his head. Whatever little toy she had pushed inside him was a marvelous creation. It fluttered and buzzed and rolled around inside of him when he walked. He knew he would want to wear it again on patrol. Minus the infuriating little device strapped to his bollocks.

He scowled at the lingering looks of concern on the faces of everyone but the school nurse. She had turned her attention back to the Headmistress with polite attentiveness.

She was marvelous.

His heart clench painfully in his chest as he watched her efficiently taking the minutes for the meeting. So prim, so proper, so sweet and delicate… and, oh, so depraved.

He was dangerously close to falling in love with her.

He shifted again and sighed. His abused arsehole was settling itself down, now that he was no longer walking through the halls stimulating himself into a howling fit. He assumed it was the strap that kept him from getting a nice set of blue balls. Normally one doesn’t spent that much time aroused without consequences.

He clenched his muscles around the plug and sighed. How he was ever getting out of this room was a mystery.

He turned his attention to the droning brogue explaining the new budgetary constraints—the rebuilding of the school was still eating into their finances seven years later, and smirked. How shocked they would all be if they knew he was sitting here with his prick bound, his bollocks harnessed, and his arse full, courtesy of their efficient little Golden Girl.

His softening cock settled down in its wrappings. She had to have researched how to bind him, because the bandages never loosened their hold.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, running his thoughts back to the way she’d swiped her tongue over the head of his prick—was it really only fifteen minutes ago?

He would like that. He imagined her falling to her knees before him and sucking him off. He was sure she would if he asked her. He’d never had such a willing partner. Partners, yes. Plenty. But there had been little emotional involvement, and little satisfaction. It had always just been fucking, and he’d always needed something more. With Granger…

A shudder ran through his frame. She was so perfect. Too perfect. Just a week ago he hated her. Now he would walk through fire for her. It was too fast. It couldn’t be that easy.

He opened his eyes and looked around, before settling his glance on her. She turned her head to the side and gave him a disinterested look, before turning away again. He watched as she dropped her hands into her lap, reached into her sleeve, and pulled out her wand. She flicked it at him from under the table.

He sucked in air as he felt the plug in his arse start to expand. Flitwick turned to look at him, and he scowled back, crossing his arms across his chest, as the thing inside him filled his canal. Unlike the hard plastic it had felt like when it had slid into his anus, it now felt softer, yet firm. It yielded when he clenched down on it. He struggled to maintain a neutral expression as it began to vibrate and move.

Fucking hell! She wouldn’t do this to him, would she?

She would. It started to slide out of him, before surging back in. He let his breath out in a quiet hiss as the toy began to fuck him in front of everyone in the room. His cock snapped back to attention, and the bandages tightened their grip and relaxed. He darted a panicked look at her only to see her slipping her wand back into her sleeve. The bandages were milking his cock. Rhythmically tightening and releasing him at a decadently slow pace. The strap around his testicles began to undulate, rolling them around in his sack. Bloody hell, where did she find these things? The pleasure built up slowly, everything going a mite too slow for his taste, and yet too swiftly to pretend it wasn’t happening. As the phallus shoved its way back up his arse, he chuffed out a breath and slid closer to the edge of his seat, spreading his knees slightly. He struggled to maintain some semblance of decorum as he was slowly fucked. He imagined them all noticing, watching with lust as he was gloriously fucked against his wishes in front of them all.

Christ, that was the hottest fantasy yet.

Within minutes, it was everything he could do not to wriggle in his seat. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed Granger.

“Did you hear me, Severus?”

“Hmm?”

“I said you don’t look well at all,” McGonagall said louder, obviously repeating herself.

He swallowed, too preoccupied to answer. He just nodded.

“I think you might be better off lying down in the infirmary. Hermione, could you see to our Potions master? Filius, could you and Septima see to the rest of his classes?”

Hermione handed over her notes and stood up, her face a mask of concern. Snape stared at her as she took his arm to help him up, knowing he looked like a fool.

“I think he might have a touch of food poisoning from the look of him,” she said, as he stood. “Have you eaten anything new lately? Do you feel like you’re going to be sick?”

Gods, she was good.

He knew he looked wild-eyed as she led him meekly from the room.

Once they were outside the room he turned to her, pleading with his eyes. She pulled out her wand and with a swish, the sensations stopped. The plug in his arse stilled, feeling even softer than before.

“This way,” she said, leading him around the corner and dragging him behind a tapestry. She opened a door into a small room and warded it behind them. He felt the Silencing Charm whirl into place.

She lifted up her skirts, showing her silk stockings and suspenders, but no knickers, and leaned against the wall. “Make me come, and I will give you what you want,” she said in a husky voice. “I’ve been aching for release since you left me this morning.”

He dropped to his knees before her. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, stroking her hot quim. “I’m so very sorry.”

“Show me,” she demanded.

He attacked her swollen clit with his mouth. Worshiping her dripping cunt, as she moaned above him. He slipped his fingers inside of her, desperate to please. He licked, and stroked and sucked her, fucking her with his fingers and tongue, listening to her breaths, and soft cries to give him direction. He could tell she was close by the quivering of her body, and the way her muscles went taut. He sucked on her harder, but she pushed him away. He looked up at her confused and worried that he’d displeased her, but she was falling to her knees before him and pulling at his robes.

“Show me your cock,” she whispered.

He grabbed at his robes, bunching them up past his nipples, and she made short work of cutting him free with her wand. She moaned and attacked him with her mouth. He hissed and bucked wildly, when he felt her suck him to the back of her throat. He cried out, aching for release.

“Granger, let me finish you off. Please. I need to make you come.”

She moaned around his cock, the vibration was exquisite torture. She pulled her lips away with a final sweep of her flattened tongue around the head, and laid down, lifting her skirts up to reveal her perfect legs.

“Fuck me, Severus…”

“Oh, gods, yes, Granger. Anything for you…”

He shuffled forward on his knees and lowed himself over her, sliding his cock into her hot, tight, cunt.

They moaned in unison, before he captured her mouth and kissed her. He pumped his cock into her, nearly in tears from his overwhelming desire. They small room was filled with the sound of their panting and the wet slapping of their fucking. It was perfect. It was heaven. It was almost too much for him to handle. His body screamed for a climax. He held his breath when he felt her cunt clamp down on him and then let it out in a ragged moan as she screamed her release. She moved her hand between them quickly, releasing the strap around his balls. He held himself still and sighed, knowing he was finally free. She pulled out her wand and flicked it at him and his eyes closed when he felt the phallus in his arse start to harden and swell. He shoved himself deeper inside of her as it began to slide in and out of him.

He leaned his head down closer to her ear and begged. “Please. Can you make it go faster?”

She did.

“Bigger?”

She did that as well.

He started to thrust himself into her weakly, holding himself up by his elbows as he held her tight. “Gods, Granger. More. I need more…”

“What do you want, Severus. I will give it to you…”

He sobbed, feeling his hole stretching as it grew slightly wider, longer. His voice broke as he whispered, “Make it rape me…”

She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. She whispered her spell again and dropped her wand to the floor, reaching down to pull his arse cheeks apart.

He let out a long string of profanity and garbled nonsense as the cock in his arse hammered at him so violently, his own was shoved into her with every thrust. He spread his legs wide, as she held him open to take it all. When he came, the world exploded around him, and he lost consciousness.

*

When he woke, he was in the infirmary, with a terrified Granger looking down on him. He looked around, and when he saw they were alone, he smiled at her, reaching up to stroke her cheek.

She let out a ragged breath.

“It was too much, wasn't it?” she asked, her face full of worry. “I’m so sorry. I'm new at this. I pushed you too hard! I checked, and you have no internal injuries, not even bruising. I applied a salve to your anus, it was a little irritated. You started to run out of lube by the end…”

He slid his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her down for a kiss. He didn’t trust what would come out of his mouth, so he put it all into the kiss. She sighed through her nose, and wrapped her arms around him. He felt almost drugged, and her kisses made it even more dreamlike.

A chime sounded in the ward and she pulled away. Her eyes were filled with wonder, and she shook her head slightly, saying, “You're so beautiful, Severus.”

He couldn’t answer around the lump in his throat. He just jerked his chin toward the curtain behind her.

She straightened up and pulled the blankets up to his shoulders. “Sleep.”

He rolled over, listening as she reassured Minerva that he was alright, and then closed his eyes and slept.
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