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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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5 - I’ll Tell You What I Want, What I Really Really Want
Fighting the grogginess, Hermione blinked open her eyes. It took her a few seconds to figure out where she was. The fire had died down, leaving the room in shadows. Snape’s hand was limply covering her pubis, and she could hear him breathing deeply into her hair. What time is it? Should I leave? Is he going to be upset that we slept so long?
Hermione had been hot and sweaty when they fell asleep on top of the blankets, but now she was freezing, her nipples like icicles. Not wanting to wake him, she carefully burrowed back into his body for warmth. His cock stirred against her bum, which sparked her imagination and re-ignited the pilot light in her sex. Smiling wickedly, she wiggled against him again. Her cheeks squeezed around the plug. It felt nice now, shifting around as she made a small circle with her hips. Making sure not to jar him, Hermione slowly worked her bum against his cock until he was almost completely hard. Her grin grew, and she wondered how much longer he’d sleep.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Miss Granger,” he said, startling her.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Hermione said, not sounding sorry at all. “I wanted to fuck you awake.”
His lip twitched. “How considerate of you.” Idly playing his fingers along the edge of her triangle of fur, he curled his body into her heat. “It’s just past one. I believe you are in violation of your curfew,” he said, sliding his hand up her stomach to her chest.
Calloused fingertips glided featherlight over her breasts, pointedly avoiding her nipples. She grinned. "I guess you’ll have to punish me again, sir.”
Smirking into her hair, he let his hand wander around to her bum. “Very well, get over my knee.”
Hermione looked at him over her shoulder. “Really?”
He rolled away, leaving her back cold, and sat up against the pillows. Her stomach jumped in excitement. Biting her lip, she stared at him for a second longer before scrambling around and lying across his lap.
Severus saw the heat in her glance and shook his head in amusement as she spread her body over his thighs. He’d never spanked her naked before. This should be interesting.
His hand smoothed over her round rump, surveying the damage from earlier. Nice. He twisted the base of her plug so the snake wasn’t sideways. She sighed contentedly and wiggled her hip into his semi-soft prick. Snape brought his hand down with a playful slap on her left cheek; her groan was a lovely blending of frustration and need. He slapped the other side a little harder. Each hit grew in intensity. By the time he got to twelve, she was panting. He stopped and rubbed her pink cheeks. “Harder, Miss Granger?”
She nodded. “Yes, please, sir.”
That’s my girl. Severus started again—harder, as requested. Her flesh bounced with each blow. Pink turned to light red. When his hand started to burn, he stopped to rub. His fingers brushed over her nether lips, just teasing her with the suggestion. She bucked at the contact, her hip bumping against his cock. We have to do this more often. Slapping the juncture of her thigh and bottom, he made sure his fingers caught the edge of her pussy.
The sounds she made grew more and more desperate as the minutes passed. Skimming over her sex again, Severus found her excitement had left her lips gently parted in invitation. He smirked when his fingertips came back slick and shiny.
After rubbing off her wetness into one red cheek, he resumed the spanking. She immediately began whimpering and wiggling, kicking her feet anxiously against the bed.
“Please, sir, may I touch myself?”
“No, I don’t want you to come yet. I want to talk to you first.”
Talk? Now? Balling up her fists, Hermione hissed through her teeth. “Yes, sir. What would you like to talk about?”
Severus was impressed she didn’t argue or whine. He rubbed her bum as he spoke, “Are you happy with our arrangement here, Miss Granger?”
She peered over her shoulder at him. “Yes, sir.”
“Would you like it to continue?”
“Yes, of course I would.” What is he getting at?
“I would . . . prefer it if you didn’t see anyone else.”
Her face scrunched in confusion. “I’m not seeing anyone else, sir.” Where on earth would I find the energy?
Snape stared at his hands as he squeezed her warm cheek. “Are you and Mr. Weasley still involved?”
She shook her head slowly. “No, it didn’t really work out between us. I mean, I love him like a brother, and we’re close; but we’re not together or anything.”
“What about Potter?”
Hermione gave him a funny look. “Harry’s with Ginny. Where are you going with this, Professor?”
Sighing, he looked at her. “Would it displease you to be with me exclusively?”
It sounds like he’s asking me to go steady. Her mouth twitched at the absurdity of the idea before considering his question. Displease me? Exclusively? “No, sir.” I’m already seeing him exclusively.
“I’m not a kind man, Hermione. If you don’t wish to spend your free time with me, that would be understandable.”
“My free time? I don’t think I totally understand what you're trying to say, sir."
“Dammit, girl,” he growled. “I’m saying I want you to be with me for as long as we both enjoy each other’s company. I don’t want you to be with anybody else, or look at anybody else, or even think about anybody else. Is that so hard to understand?”
Merlin’s balls, he is asking me to go steady. Well . . . as close as he can get. Hermione stared back at him blankly. Life with Severus Snape. It sounded like some horribly depressing sit-com. But once she thought about it seriously, it didn’t sound that bad to her. He was a sarcastic, menacing git; but she was enjoying their time together. He was smart, and that definitely turned her on. They liked a lot of the same things, and of course there was the sex. She wouldn’t mind spending more time with him (especially if more sex was involved).
Severus felt his stomach sink as she turned away. She was rejecting him. He’d blown the one good thing he had going. I shouldn’t have said anything.
But she didn’t leave or reject him. She sat up and straddled his lap, her hands cupping his face as she looked in his eyes. Hermione smiled. “I think I’d like that, sir.”
His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Are you certain, Miss Granger? I’m not suggesting I’ll be any more pleasant just because we’re seeing each other.”
“I’m not delusional, sir. I don’t expect you to be a different person. I wouldn’t want you to be different. What fun would you be then?”
Her lips touched the side of his mouth, and Snape sighed, relieved she’d gone along with his idea. He turned his head and returned her kiss. It had been so long since he’d kissed anyone. The softness of her lips and tongue distracted him like nothing else.
Severus finally pulled away, needing to breathe. “Come on, it’s bath time.”
“Seriously?”
“If you want to,” he said with an indifferent shrug.
“Are you completely mad? Of course I want to,” she exclaimed, bounding off his lap.
Withholding his own smile, Snape got out of bed and led her by the hand to the bathroom. Turning on the tap in the tub, he tested the water then plugged the drain and waited for it to fill.
Hermione stood anxiously to the side. It was a big claw-footed tub, but the faucet came out in the middle so you could sit at either end. She stared at the glossy white expanse filling with water, imagining what she’d like to do to him in there.
Severus tipped back her head and met her eyes. “I’ll put in something for your muscles. I don’t want you sore and begging for help from anyone tomorrow.”
“Will it heal my bum?” she asked nervously.
He smirked and dumped some blue powder into the churning water. “Probably. But I can leave some marks on you later if you’d like.”
Blushing, Hermione smiled, glad she didn’t have to explain.
“If you want something that will last, I should use the cane.”
Her nose scrunched in distaste. “I don’t know if I need them to last that long.”
He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at her. "I won’t do it as hard. You were being punished last time; it’s an entirely different situation.”
Looking unsure, she studied his face. “If I don’t like it, will you stop?”
You won’t ask me to stop. “Yes.” You’ll beg me for more.
Hermione nodded hesitantly. "Okay.”
Clasping her chin with his hand, Severus bent down and kissed her again, growling when her tongue tapped at his lips. He sucked her questing muscle into his mouth before releasing her.
“Come along, we haven’t got all night. Get in,” he said, stepping over the edge. She followed, but then just stood there, unsure where she should sit. Snape leaned himself back to the right side and motioned for her to sit on top of him. “Against me, Miss Granger.”
Hermione turned and sat in his lap, her back against his chest. The water was hot and steamy, and she relaxed into the warmth of his body. He was solid and boney beneath her, which was infinitely better than the cold metal of the tub. Bending his knees, he slid them both lower, making the water slosh up over her tight nipples;they puckered in the open air as the water settled just beneath them. One of his arms snaked under hers and ran along her side before coming to rest on her breast. She watched his pale hand as he idly plucked and rubbed one pointed peak.
They lay quietly for a while. Severus left the water trickling to keep them warm; the sound of the drizzling stream filled the silence, lulling them into a tranquil daze. He ran his other hand up under her arm and slid along her wet stomach as her hands dropped down to stroke the sides of his hips. His prick lay snug between her cheeks.
“Tell me, Miss Granger,” he murmured, breaking the silence. “Which of your fantasies would you like to try in real life first?”
Hermione was glad he wasn’t looking at her straight on. She knew she was redder than a Quaffle. Her tongue seemed to be hexed to the roof of her mouth. Having him do everything she’d ever imagined was what she wanted, but she couldn’t say that out loud. It was too embarrassing. What if he hadn’t seen everything in her head? What if he laughed at her?

“Cat got your tongue, Miss Granger?”
“Please don’t make me say it, sir.”
“How will you ever get what you want if you don’t ask?”
Hermione squirmed around on top of him, her stomach tying itself in knots. “What, exactly, have you seen . . . in my head, I mean.”
A grin started forming as he recalled. “I told you, I’ve seen everything.”
Everything? How does he know it’s everything? “Why don’t you tell me which one you liked best.” She’d be happy with anything he suggested.
His chest shook as he silently laughed. “Nice try, Miss Granger, but I’m not letting you off the hook. Tell me what you think about most.”
Staring at the light glinting off the running water, Hermione bit her lip, heart pounding. How is talking the most nerve-wracking thing I’ve been through tonight? She had to say something. Sighing, she breathed out her answer in a rush, “Anal sex.”
Severus’s grin widened, but he didn’t laugh. “Was that so difficult?”
“Yes!” she shot back.
“I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet,” he purred in her ear, sliding his hand down between their bodies to tease her plug.
Hermione whimpered at the prodding. Knowing he was thinking about it turned her on even more.
“Tell me another,” he whispered.
“I can’t,” she moaned. “Can’t you just tell me what you want?”
“No. I like to hear you say it. Now tell me what you want or it’ll be a real caning later.”
She bit her lower lip, worrying it raw with her teeth. Sighing hard, she forced out, “Tie me to the bed?”
Snape chuckled in her ear. “A given. What else?”
Hermione shook her head. “That’s all.”
“I know for a fact that is not all, Miss Granger.”
“You said to tell you what I wanted to do most in real life. Just because I think something doesn’t necessarily mean I want to do it in real life.”
“True, but I know you’re holding out on me. I’ll let it slide this one time, but in the future, when I ask you a question, I expect an honest answer.”
Hermione rolled over in the water, pressing her breasts to his belly, burying her face against his chest. “Please don’t be angry with me. I just can’t say it.”
“I’m not angry, just disappointed.”
That’s even worse! She groaned, squeezing her eyes closed. His disappointment ate at her and burned her stomach like acid. Her insides churned, a tempest of failure blustering in the pit of her belly. Bugger!

She took the deepest breath her body could hold, stretching her lungs to capacity, then forced out the words in one long torrent of confession, talking as fast as she could before she lost her nerve, “I want you to punish me more. I want you to tell me what to do and humiliate me. I want you to hurt me and then take care of me, and I want to be your slave. I’ve thought about being with two men at once and maybe another woman. I’ve thought about you fucking me in every corner of the library and in the middle of the Quidditch pitch and while we ride your broom. I want to suck caramel and whipped cream off your cock in the middle of the Great Hall. I want to put mirrors all around your bed so I can watch you fuck me from every angle. And I read about a girl getting punished with an enema, and it made me so wet, even though it scares me. Sweet Circe, what the hell is wrong with me?” Dizziness gripped her head, and the tub started to slowly spin. I’m going to pass out.

Severus held her tight with one arm while the other stroked her back in calm circles. He stared blankly at the top of her head for several seconds, beyond shocked that she’d admitted so much. No one could ever say she wasn’t brave. It was the most open anyone had been with him in a long time. Maybe ever.
“Bloody hell. You didn’t have to do it all in one go,” he muttered as he rubbed her back. “And there is nothing wrong with you.”
Fighting back the tears, Hermione took a shaky breath. She was relieved he hadn’t laughed or pulled away in disgust.
Kissing the top of her curly head, Severus cupped her face and made her look up at him. “I think we can manage most of that. Maybe not the Great Hall one.”
Her gaze darted between his mouth and his eyes. Is he serious?
“Did you have anyone in mind for the threesome?”
“No. I . . . I don’t really want to be with anyone else,” she said uneasily. “Unless you have a clone.”
Chuckling, he traced her mouth with his thumb. “Having sex with myself sounds a little too twisted, even for me.”
“Please don’t be upset. You really are the only one I think about.”
“I understand, pet. You don’t need to explain. I’m not jealous.”
“You’re really not horrified by anything I said?” she asked, biting her lip.
He laughed. “Did you really think you would scare away an ex-Death Eater with exhibitionism and enemas?”
Blushing, Hermione kept her focus on his chin. She was still too embarrassed to meet his eyes for more than a second.
“I hadn’t seen the mirror scenario. Is that new?”
She nodded. “I thought about it last night when I was trying to go to sleep.”
Interesting. It was a decent start. She was adorably corruptible. He lifted her chin higher, making her look him in the eye. “Are you all right now?” he asked softly. She was still trembling a little, but otherwise, she seemed to have recovered from her confession.
“I guess so, sir.”
With a nod, he motioned to the other side of the tub. “Go bend over the edge. On your knees.”
Her stomach flipped at the command. Sliding down his torso, she turned around and draped her upper body over the opposite side of the tub. Her bum was above the water, and she knew he must have one hell of a view of her pussy too.
Sitting up behind her, he held up his hand. “Push out your plug.”
Hermione swallowed hard then bore down, feeling the metal widen her hole and pop out.
Catching it in his open palm, Snape watched her anus wink close then set the plug aside in the soap dish. He plucked the shower attachment from its bracket next to the faucet and held it under the water. Flipping up the silver lever, he switched the water’s destination so it came through the hose then he turned the spray setting from “massage” to “shower." I’ll have to thank Albus for updating the fixtures. This is coming in handier than I originally thought.
Hermione could hear him doing something behind her but was too nervous to turn around. A soft spray of water ran over her crack, all the way down to her clit, causing her to involuntarily arch. His fingers parted her lips so the water tickled her sensitive nub.
After lathering his other hand with soap, Snape pressed one finger up against her puckered hole and spread some of the sudsy slickness inside her. Moving into the tight ring of muscle, he imagined his cock entering her for the first time. Her muscles squeezed him in a vice grip. It would be magnificent.

Moaning quietly as he stretched her open, Hermione thought about what it would be like to have him bugger her. Her pussy spasmed at the thought, images swirling through her head. How would he do it? What position would he use? She wanted to try it soon. Not that night, but soon. “Oh gods, more please, sir.”
Smirking at her request, Snape added another finger. She tensed at first but then took some deep breaths and let him go deeper. He gently finger-fucked her tight passage. Keeping the spray on her clit, he waited for her to start begging.
The slow burn of his soapy fingers was perfect. Closing her eyes, Hermione rested her head against her arms. She couldn’t stop her hips from rocking in time with his hand. A spark built in her core, and her clitoris began to ache. She needed more. Making her mouth form actual words instead of just moans, she whimpered, “Please, sir, I’m getting close.”
I know. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please make the water harder," she panted. "Make me come, sir."
Severus flicked the shower head back to “massage” and grinned when she jumped.
It was too hard, too sudden. Her hips pulled away from the spray, and it teased at her opening instead. Heart pounding, Hermione tried rocking back over the spray. She could only take it in short bursts. Finding a rhythm, she let the spiking water alternate between her clit and her pussy as she rode his hand.
Severus was almost completely hard again. Her grunting whines were shooting straight to his cock. He wanted to be inside her the next time she came so he could feel her clamping around him as she bucked and moaned.
The feel of his fingers wriggling inside her and the beat of the water over her sex swirled together to form a perfect storm of sensation. The climax rolled over her. Her muscles pulsed around his fingers as her clit tripped over the spray. Hermione closed off the wail of agony behind pinched lips and pressed her mouth against her arm.

When her movements slowed, he let the showerhead fall under the water and sink to the bottom. Severus pulled his fingers from her bum and washed his hands, smirking at her groan of disappointment. Just give me a minute, pet. We’re not done. Easing her hips under the water, he rinsed out her squeaky-clean hole with one finger.
“Can you stand?” he asked, sliding his thumb into her slippery snatch.
Hermione jumped and made a high note of surprise into her arm. “Yes, sir.”
Snape climbed out of the tub and got a towel. She stood unsteadily then followed him onto dry land. He wrapped the fluffy cotton around her and rubbed her dry, crouching down to get her lower body. She stared at him as if she’d never seen someone use a towel before. Snickering at her expression, Severus stood and wiped the remaining water from his own body. Her eyes were focused on his bouncing cock the whole time.
“I would have done that for you, sir,” she said, speaking to his prick instead of his face.
“Next time, pet. Right now I want you back in bed.”
Hermione smiled as he pulled her to the other room.
“In the middle. On your back,” he said, urging her onto the bed.
Hermione swallowed hard then climbed up to the center of the mattress. Turning onto her back, she tried to keep her eyes on him as he stood at her feet.
He walked over and retrieved his wand from the side table. With a lazy flick, invisible ropes encircled her wrists, pulling her arms up and out. With one more flick, restraints snaked around her ankles, spreading her legs wide.
Severus watched her struggle and test the ropes. He left her to writhe for about five minutes, using the time to decide what he wanted to do with her. When she finally went still, he trailed one finger up the inside of her leg, stopping just before reaching her pussy. Smoldering brown eyes tracked his every movement as her back arched in frustration, but she didn’t protest.
Climbing up to lie next to her, Snape spent the next ten minutes patiently working her to a frenzy. Using just his fingertips, he drew lazy circles across the soft skin of her torso, occasionally dipping down to her thighs. His fingers skimmed up and over her breasts, avoiding the tips. He smirked at how hard her nipples grew. Her continued whimpers were rewarded with a graze across one hardened bud.
When his fingers finally touched her nipple, Hermione’s body convulsed. The tingling jolt shot through her center, making her clit throb. How long is he going to do this? She was going to be stark raving mad if he didn’t touch her pussy soon. He went on, teasing her breasts with feathery fingers until she arched back her head and growled.
“Would you like me to put on the clamps again?” he drawled.
“Yes!” Gods! She needed more. More anything.
With two short swishes of his wand, the clamps were sailing across the room into his hand. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, leaving it erect. Closing a clamp around the puckered tip, he watched her face contort in pain. She twisted and groaned as the pressure bit her sensitive peak. After repeating the same actions on the other side, he leaned away to take in the whole picture.

Her skin glowed against the forest green of his comforter, pink tinging her face and chest. She thrashed weakly against the invisible bonds, her hair knotting into a brunette bouffant of salacious tangles. The rise and fall of her chest made the chain that snaked between her breasts glint in the firelight. He could watch her for hours. Her teeth tore at her lower lip, but she never asked him to remove the clamps or untie her. The glossy patina at the apex of her thighs testified to her willingness. Beautiful.
When she seemed on the brink of crying, he relented and touched her once again. His hand smoothed up her inner thigh, then higher to one side, ghosting over her hip bone. Severus let his fingers comb through her patch of curls, avoiding her slit. She lifted her hips toward his hand, but he just pulled away. Her eyes rolled madly in her head, and a guttural keening slid past her teeth.
“Oh gods, sir. Please!” Her voice quavered, near tears.
“What would you like, pet?”
“You!” she shouted back.
The corner of his mouth rose. “You’ll have to be more specific, Miss Granger.”
Another whimper breathed out before she could answer. “Please touch my pussy. Or fuck me. ANYTHING!”
“Not yet. First things first.”
He straddled her waist. Hermione’s eyes widened then locked on his erection. He pressed her tits together and slid his length through the valley of her cleavage. He went from pliable to granite in just a few strokes. While the feeling of her breasts surrounding him was lovely, it was her face that turned him on most. She looked at him as though he were a god (when she wasn’t going crosseyed trying to watch his cock). His movements jostled the chain connecting the clamps, and her eyes became more unfocused with each thrust. When she ducked her head and tried to lick his knob as it emerged from between her breasts, he just about lost it. Her heated breath fogged across his head as she strained to reach him.

Hermione heard his growl as her tongue tapped the tip. The salty taste of pre-cum struck her taste buds. She wanted more but couldn’t reach.
Careful not to dislodge the clamps, Severus climbed higher, straddling her chest. Pushing his erection downward, he aimed his glans to her panting lips, and she accepted him gratefully. The tropical heat of her mouth drenched his head. Leaning forward, he pressed himself through her soft lips over and over, picking up speed when she moaned around him.

Hermione had been apprehensive when he sat on her chest, but the view made up for the breathing difficulties. It was both scary and arousing as he filled her mouth. His knees pressed up under her armpits, and she sighed as he lifted his weight off of her chest and flexed his hips against her face. Relaxing, she listened to him grunt and mutter under his breath. He cursed louder when she remembered to use her tongue, suddenly swirling and swiping his leaking tip.
“Fuck yes, love,” he whispered. “Bloody hell, that’s good. Don’t stop.”
The praise pouring from his lips turned her on more. Her pussy felt sloppy wet as she bucked her hips against thin air. Please get back inside me.
He couldn’t take any more. Pulling out of her mouth with a pop, Severus watched her gasp fresh air past her wet, swollen lips. Her eyes met his, and he growled at the unrestrained desire that flared out at him. She was beyond ready. Having him ride her face had only fanned the flames. If only the school knew what their Head Girl was hiding, he mused. She’s certainly earned the title.
Severus carefully lifted over her clamps. He’d have to remove them soon; he didn’t want to cause any serious damage. When his cock came to rest against her soaked core, his eyes locked with hers. He wanted to remember that precise moment; he wanted the image of her tied to his bed while he entered her seared into his memory. Scooping his hands under her shoulders, Snape leaned down and kissed her, penetrating her mouth the way he intended to penetrate her body. He rubbed his length against her clit as his tongue slipped past her lips. She moaned into his mouth and ground her silky cunt into his cock, coating him in her excitement.
The control he had made her mental. He kissed her and teased her as if it was all he planned to do. It was so slow and intentional. She wanted to tear him apart. How can he be so bloody patient?

One of his hands slid between them, aligning himself with her entrance. Hermione shouted as he pierced her, but his lips pulled all the air from her lungs; it was like trying to scream in a vacuum. The thrusting was deliciously slow. Need for more friction and lack of oxygen made her head swim.
Snape put all his concentration into kissing her. If he thought about his throbbing prick, he was going to beat her to death with it. His tongue became more insistent as he fought the urge to slam into her. He thought he had a firm grip on his control when, suddenly, his hips went rouge on him, and he bottomed out. She struggled against his lips, and when he pulled away, she gasped loudly, sucking in as much air as she could.
“Oh God, Severus. Please fuck me harder.”
“Such language from our Head Girl,” he chided, slowing his movements. He wanted to find out what else she’d say. “You’ll have to do better than that.”
Hermione’s head was still spinning. Better than what? She was barely aware that she’d said anything.
“I’ll give you what you want if you ask nicely,” he purred in her ear.
The rumble of his voice tugged at her clit, and she wracked her brain for something to say. “I don’t know,” Hermione whimpered back. “Please keep talking.”
“I will if you give me what I want to hear,” he said, nuzzling her throat.
Her hips jerked as he buried his face in her neck. I can’t think. Why can’t I think? Tears of frustration stung her eyes. Just say something, Hermione. Anything! “Please, sir. Your cock feels so good, but I need more. Please, fuck me as hard as you can!”
Hermione stared into his eyes, her expression desperate. His thrusts sped up, and her head dropped back with relief. Hot breath steamed her throat just before his teeth nipped her twitching tendons. Latching on, he sucked at her pulse.

“Good girl,” he sighed. She shuddered beneath him, making his balls clench. Get her moving, Severus. “After we finish here, I’ll cane you. Would you like that?”
Hermione nodded mutely and shivered at the thought.
“I’ll make you like it. You’ll be begging me for it.”
She seriously doubted that.
Pumping faster, Severus panted in her ear, “You look delectable tied to my bed, pet.” With one hand, he tugged at her clamps. Her eyes closed, baring her teeth as her head rolled back. “That’s my girl,“ he whispered. “You’re so wet. I can feel your pussy starting to twitch around me. Tell me how close you are.”
“I’m so close, sir. Please . . . just a little faster.”
With another light jerk of her chain, he sped up again. He couldn’t go as fast as he’d like. He needed both hands on the bed for that kind of speed. When he tugged on the chain again, she groaned, the sound skipping each time he bottomed out. “Yes, that’s it. You’re ready to come for me, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for an answer; he just put his lips to her neck and kept talking. “Tell me when you’re about to come, pet.”

Hermione cried out as he twitched the chain again. She was so close she could hear it. The sound of her wetness sucking around his organ made her cringe. So embarrassing. It was impossible to close her legs to make it stop.

Severus could feel her trying pull her thighs together, and at first he thought she was just straining to climax. But her face was not the picture of abandon he usually saw when she was on the edge. She seemed to be fighting something. Delving into her head, he surveyed the thoughts that bubbled to the surface.
When he discovered the cause, an evil grin spread over his face. “Hear that, Miss Granger? That sopping serenade? Your pussy sounds as though it’s ready to explode for me. Why don’t you let it?”
Hermione’s face flushed a shade darker. Damn you. Stop sneaking in my head.
“I‘m the only one who gets you this wet,” he growled, touching his lips to her ear. “That’s the sound of your desire slipping around my dick. If you ever try to silence it, I’ll tie your legs apart and whip your juicy little clit with my riding crop until you scream.”
Hermione’s eyes widened then rolled back in her head. “I’m gonna come,” she whispered.
MmHm, that’s what I thought. Reaching between them, Snape pulled off the clamps as she started to pulse around him. Her back arched high, and she yelled louder, her voice a beautiful duet of release and agony. Throwing the clamps aside, he bit her neck. A new wave of her stuttered shouts skipped over the stone walls.
When she relaxed, Severus braced himself on his forearms and turned up the tempo. He wanted to leave her sore so she'd remember him in the days to come. His hips whipped harder and faster, slamming into her again and again. He fought the gripping in his balls. No. Just a bit longer.
Hermione wished her arms were free so she could touch him. She wanted to feel his muscles flexing under his skin. He was fucking her the way she wanted now, but she couldn’t catch up. Her pussy burned around him, the tension rebuilding.
Resting his forehead in her hair, he panted into the curve of her shoulder. Mine.
“Oh God, Severus.” Her voice jogged each time he pounded into her. She sounded like one of the beat-up old records she used to play as a child.
He gritted his teeth, trying not to let her words affect him; but her voice kept tugging at his balls.
Hermione knew he was close, and although it would mean she wouldn’t come again, she wanted to make him lose himself inside her. “Yesss,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard, Severus. Just like in my dreams.”
Snape clenched his jaw. She kept her voice a low, breathy moan in his ear; the soft little sex noises were infuriating. Damn swot. She already knows how to push my buttons. He didn’t think he could possibly fuck her any harder, but he felt his back start to ache as he kicked it up another notch. I’m going to wind up in the hospital wing trying to explain my injuries to Pomfrey if she keeps on like this.
“Mmm. Yes, sir. Leave me sore. Make me think of your cock every time I move.”
That was it, he was gone. His balls tightened, and he jerked, grunting his release. “Mine,” he whispered into her neck.
Hermione smiled at his proclamation. “Make me yours, Severus,” she whispered in his ear.
He hadn’t meant to claim her out loud, but her response was perfect. She wasn’t indignant or angry. She wanted more. After the last waves of release wrung themselves from his balls, Snape sank against her in a limp pile of exhaustion before gently pulling out.
Groaning at the void he left, Hermione felt her building orgasm ebb away. She arched her back, trying to force the tension go somewhere other than her clit.
Severus stayed on top of her, the strength to move eluding him. Closing his eyes, he tried to catch his breath. The smell of her skin invaded his nostrils: sweet sweat mixed with parchment and honey. When he could breathe normally, he backed off her and released her bonds. Her arms and legs curled protectively into her torso.
He slid his hand around her waist. “Are you hurt?” he asked, ready to heal her if she needed it.
“I’m fine. Just a bit stiff,” she replied, smiling. She rubbed both her shoulders before turning on her side to watch him rest. Hermione couldn’t quite tell if his eyes were shut all the way or not. His face was blank. He was either relaxed or drained (or asleep). When she touched his chest, his heart thundered beneath her fingers. Her hand slid over his belly, tracing through the patch of hair there. Smiling at the soft feel of it, Hermione ran her finger down the trail between his belly button and groin. A couple of years earlier, she’d overheard some boys calling it a “treasure trail." She’d though it ridiculous at the time, but she found the moniker fitting in present company.
Severus watched her through slitted lids, his dick twitching limply at her ministrations. If she thought he was getting it back up any time soon, she was in for a rude awakening. He let her continue her lazy petting. She wasn’t hurting anything. The silence was broken only by the crackling of the fire as he sank into peaceful post-coital bliss. He was lulled into a near-comatose state by her wandering hand.
“When will you bugger me?” she asked softly, staring at his prick.
Snape peered out through weighted eyelids. “When you can take three fingers easily.” She stayed silent after that, apparently satisfied with his answer. He drifted in and out of sleep for a bit, coming to when her roaming fingers strayed too close to his sleeping dragon. His eyes snapped open, and he growled a warning at her. Smiling softly, she teased her fingers back into his pubic hair, tracing through it with maddeningly tranquil strokes. A devilish smile (which reminded him eerily of the Weasley twins) crept across her mouth. “Wipe that blasted grin off your face, Miss Granger.”
She toned it down but didn’t stop smiling. “Yes, sir.”
It was apparent he needed to keep her mind busy or she was libel to tease him raw. “Go get your plug out of the bathroom.”

With a bright smile, she rolled out of the bed. Her first few steps were stiff and shaky, but she managed to walk the rest of the way with only a slight limp. Severus watched her round bottom jiggle with each step as she crossed the floor. He smirked. She’d be sore the next day, but not to a degree that would require healing.
She came back and presented the plug to him.
“You see that cupboard over there?” Snape said, indicating the wardrobe along one wall. “On the floor to the right is a cane. Bring it to me.”
Her eyes went wide, but she did as he asked. Crouching down, she reached past his boots and shoes to find the thin rod hidden behind his clothes. She brought it back, dropping it on the bed as though it burned her hand.
“Go bend over the foot of the bed and wait for me.” Severus heard her swallow nervously as she looked in that direction. She walked around the bed and, lifting up on her toes, bent at the hips and draped herself next to his feet. He could see the quick rise and fall of her back as her breathing got more agitated. He’d make her wait a bit and let her work herself into a state of aroused panic. She was already shifting around, rubbing her thighs in an anxious dance. It wouldn’t be long. Snape wished he could see in her head so he could bear witness to her racing thoughts. After he left some new marks for her, he’d make her climax again so she’d associate the cane with pleasure. An evil laugh floated through his head.
Hermione shifted from foot to foot. Her heart wouldn’t calm itself. Why did I agree to this? It’s going to be awful. I should just tell him I changed my mind. As he climbed out of the bed, she subconsciously pulled in her arms tighter underneath her body. Her heart leapt fearfully in her chest, increasing from a skip to a run. Just let him hit you a few times then you can tell him to stop. Oh my God. Did I seriously just think that? I sound insane.
Severus stood behind her, observing her dread. Now that she couldn’t see him, her anxiety rose to new heights. Resting one hand on her bum, he felt her jump at his touch. “I’ll warm you up with my hand first, pet,” he murmured, running his nails over the curve of her rump.
He put the cane on the bed right in front of her face, and she stared at the pale wood as if it might come to life and snap at her. He gave her a medium soft slap, smiling at her quiet whimper. With each hit, he slapped her a little harder. Her cheeks turned pink. He wanted to hear her make that noise she made when she was desperately turned on.
His spanking was perfect, warming her backside like a summer day. The heat in her bum was spreading to her pussy, and she couldn’t stop her back from arching for more. He paused the spanking and rubbed away the sting, one finger “accidentally” brushing her parted slickness. The man did nothing by chance.
The corner of his mouth curled up. She was wet and ready for more. “I think we can move on now,” he purred. “Are you ready to beg me for the cane, pet?”
Hermione clenched her teeth together. Making her beg for it was one of his mind games, another show of power. She didn’t mind that bit—giving him control—but she bristled at willingly begging for something that she didn’t really want. Letting out a deep sigh, she talked herself into it. Give him what he wants or he might really punish you.
“Please cane me, sir,” she said in an unfeeling monotone.
Severus grinned. “That’s good enough for now.” In a few minutes, you’ll say it like you mean it. He lined up the thin rod across her bum and snapped it against her. She swallowed a small gasp but didn’t cry out. Moving lower, he did it again. And again.
Flexing her muscles and wiggling a bit, Hermione let the tension drain out of her lower back. The cane stung but didn’t hurt. Rows of heat grew and blossomed across her cheeks. Three more sharp licks lit into her, then he rubbed at the lines he’d left. The burning kept building. She groaned at the sensation—his hand stroking her as rows of fire flared brighter.
He tapped the cane against her reddening flesh. The snapping crack of the wood echoed around the room. Putting a bit more heat behind it, he left one slash mark after another down the hill of her backside. White lines quickly turned to dark pink as he worked.
Pausing again, Severus smoothed his hand over the swelling ridges. There hadn’t been a request to stop yet, so he rewarded her with a tickling finger along her soaked seam. He wanted to see how wet she would get.
The cane tapped her bum again, and Hermione moaned, turning her head to the side for more air. He was doing it again, making her love the pain. She didn’t want him to stop. The sting kept building; her bum had become a glowing, throbbing island of magma. When he laid more blows on top of the previous ones, her pussy spasmed in an erratic staccato. More!
Her whimpering was non-stop, and when he paused to check her marks, she let out a needy whine. Ready to beg yet? Two of his fingers entered her drenched channel, and her pussy clasped at him. Pulling out, he rested his wet hand on the bed in front of her face. “How interesting, Miss Granger. There seems to be mounting evidence that you are enjoying yourself. Would you like to try asking me for the cane again?”
Hermione could smell her pussy all over his hand. She groaned at how turned on she was. His tone was a celebratory dance, mocking her earlier reluctance. Bloody know-it-all. She knew what he wanted to hear. “You were right, sir. I want more. Please, cane me.”
Lifting her head, she closed her mouth around his honeyed fingers and sucked them clean. Snape wanted to fuck her over the bed, but there was no way he could get hard again. He was exhausted. She slipped her tongue between his fingers, staring at him the same way she did when she sucked his dick. Bloody hell. “Excellent, Miss Granger.”
Severus moved back behind her. He took a steadying breath to slow his heart rate. Sometimes she was too good of a student. He shook his head to clear it then flicked his wrist, driving the whippy wood into her cheeks. She flinched and moaned, but didn’t ask him to stop. He did it again. The burn must be fantastic by now. She was panting and making small excited noises as if he were fucking her. He had intended to go until she begged him to stop, but now he wanted to see her climax. Switching the cane to his left hand, he shoved his fingers into her streaming slit, eliciting a squeak of surprise. Pounding against her, he bumped her nub with his thumb on each thrust.
Hermione felt lightheaded. His fingers battered her swollen entrance as he teased her aching clit. His hand ripped away, and she cried out at the loss, her nails digging into the bedspread. The cane cracked across her cheeks, and she buried her face against the covers as she sobbed. It was too much. He was really starting to hurt her. Her eyes watered as she grunted in pain. Each stroke seemed to slash into her. She couldn’t take any more.
“Come for me, pet,” he growled behind her, pushing his fingers back inside.
She heard him drop the cane and felt both his hands on her. The hand at her pussy drilled her mercilessly while the other slid around to lightly tease her clit. The burn in her bum wouldn’t die; it bit her tender skin as he hit a spot deep inside that made her see stars. “Unnnh!”
Snape smirked. That’s what I wanted to hear. He watched her bum jiggle with the impact of his thrusting.
Hermione felt her inner muscles contract and push down, convulsing around his fingers. She marveled at how much pleasure her body could create as she rode through each wave.
When her pussy stopped contracting, he gently removed his hand. She’d tried to tear off his fingers with that last one, and he let out a heated growl at her ardor, massaging her backside as she came down. Her skin was a flame against his hand.
The black spots around her vision faded as she caught her breath. He was behind her, palming her arse. She didn’t have the strength to tell him how much she liked it. He abandoned her bum to retrieve her plug. Come back.
Summoning the jar of lube, Snape smoothed the slippery gel across her puckered opening. Working one finger inside her, he spread the lube to her inner walls. Just a bit more, love. Two greased fingers disappeared into her crevice. She didn’t resist his advances, happily groaning when he began to finger-fuck her bum.
“Yesss,” he whispered. “When you can take three fingers this easily, I’ll bugger you till you scream.”
She groaned louder, wiggling her hips. Although he’d said as much earlier, it now sounded like a promise.
“Would you like me to add another finger, Miss Granger?”
Her bum felt pretty full, but she wanted to imagine what it would be like when he finally put his cock in there. The more he stretched her, the sooner they could do it. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he muttered, edging another finger inside.
Severus could only get in about halfway before she tensed and recoiled, so he kept still to let her stretch, stroking her lower back to help her relax. When she stopped squeezing, he wiggled in a little deeper. The resulting moan made his cock twitch. “I want you to wear your plug every night.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“I want you to wear it whenever you have class with me as well.”
“Yes, sir.”
He sank in a fraction deeper. “Come back Wednesday night. Nine-thirty.”
She smiled. “Yes, sir.”
“Until then, I want you to touch yourself every time you insert your plug; but don’t bring yourself to orgasm.”
The comforter muffled her reluctant acquiescence.
His lip curled. “I want you nice and juicy between now and Wednesday night.”
Slapping her hands over her ears, Hermione blocked out his voice. Juicy? She’d be wetter than the lake by the time Wednesday rolled around. His chuckling sounded through her hands.
“I know you can hear me, Miss Granger. And I know you’ll do what I say because you want to do it. Don’t you?” He wiggled his fingers, making her release her ears and grasp the bedspread again. “Tell me whom it is you dream about every night, Miss Granger. Who leaves your pussy steaming?”
“You know it’s you,” she mumbled.
Snape pushed in deeper, and she squealed, dancing on her toes. “You know better than that,” he warned.
“I’m sorry, sir. You’re the only one who can make feel like this,” she said clearly.
Leaning over her back, he whispered behind her ear. “I can smell you every time you leave my class. I’m surprised you don’t leave behind a puddle in your chair.”
Face burning, she squeezed her eyes closed.
Laughing at her flush, he continued, “I saw the way you squirmed in your seat during my last lecture. I’ll be watching you Wednesday in class. You’ll be humping your chair with that plug up your arse.”
Her scornful snort was absorbed by his bedspread.
Raising one eyebrow, he grinned. “Oh? You think you can fight your body for an hour? We’ll see about that. You can stay after and show me how wet your knickers are. I’ll write you a late pass for Professor Vector.”
Hermione groaned at his threat. How does he know my schedule?
Removing his fingers, he dipped her plug into the jar then rubbed the cold steel up against her bum. He teased her with just the tip, pulling out when she leaned back for more.
“Please!” she shouted into the mattress.
“You can’t even fight it for thirty seconds,” he said mockingly.
Her jaw tightened at his dig. She could fight it, she just didn’t want to. We’ll see who’s laughing next time. Plans for revenge started forming in her head as the plug stretched her tight hole. She could take whatever he dished out.
When the plug settled into place, Severus stood back and looked at her. The green jewel sparkled between her cheeks, the snake head a dark signature on his work. “Get dressed, Miss Granger. You need your sleep.”
She walked over to her trail of clothes in a daze. Snape stood aside and watched her, interested to see how she dealt with putting on her knickers and jeans over her caned backside.
Hooking her bra behind her, Hermione turned to see him leering at her. A shy smile tugged at her lips as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. Plucking her knickers out of the crumpled heap of denim, she stepped into them. She could feel him staring at her the whole time. It was disconcerting. When the cotton slid over her bum, she hissed through her teeth. The burn was re-awakened by the friction of her panties. Fuck! She could hear the soft wheezing of his restrained laughter.
Hermione glared at him over her shoulder. He just laughed harder; snickering turned to quiet chuckles as she balanced on each foot to put on her socks. She stepped into her jeans and got them as high as mid-thigh then paused, bracing herself. There was no need to see his face. She could feel his knowing smirk as she took a deep breath and yanked the denim over her bum. If felt as though the seat of her trousers had been left by the fire too long. The air she’d been holding in escaped in a shaky exhale.
“Anything wrong, Miss Granger?” he asked with a grin, moving in behind her.
“No, sir. I’m just dandy,” she retorted.
“Don’t get cheeky with me, girl,” he said darkly. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed his hips into her sore bottom. She hissed at the contact, but didn’t pull away. “I have rounds tomorrow night. Meet me by the statue of that hunchbacked, one-eyed witch at 11:15,” he murmured.
“Yes, sir.” Operation Revenge will commence tomorrow.
He spun her around and looked into her eyes. Hermione was afraid he’d see what she’d been plotting, but he just grabbed her face and kissed her. It made her heart jump up into her throat, her pulse surging. His tongue snaked past her lips as his hands squeezed her bum; the burn made her moan into his mouth. Grabbing his naked hips, she pulled his lower body closer. Hermione ran her tongue over his crooked lower teeth, teasing his lips. His breathing got heavier and rasped over her cheek. When she released him, he pulled away, staring down at her for a few seconds.
If he hadn’t been so damn tired, he would have bent her over the chair and fucked her again. Some other time. Squeezing the round warmth of her backside, he bent to her ear. “Get some sleep, Miss Granger. And be careful. Draco’s not as self-absorbed as he seems. He notices everything.”
Hermione nodded. “I’ll be careful.” She turned her head and kissed the side of his jaw. “Good night, Professor.” Her hand trailed down, brushing against his soft cock. She smiled and left.

Severus stared after her, his skin tingling where her lips had been. It was not entirely unpleasant.
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Draco jerked back from the brink of sleep with sudden revelation. Oh my God, she’s shagging Snape. Staring at the dark ceiling, he burst out laughing. Sweet fucking Merlin, this is hilarious. Why didn’t I see it before?
He’d have to be careful. Granger was formidable enough on her own, but Snape would tear him apart (and bury his body in the Forbidden Forest without a second thought). Draco didn’t dare tell anybody, but if he played his cards right, he could have some fun messing with her head. Oh Granger, you are one twisted little witch.
He gradually drifted back to sleep, imagining what he was going to say to her the next day.
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