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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 58471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter Six
Beta: LadyKardasi
“What did you do?” Snape’s voice sounded tense when Lucius walked into his office a few hours later.
“Well, hello to you, too, you bastard! I’ve had a very pleasant evening.” Lucius quirked a sarcastic brow at his friend. “How has yours been?”
The snark took Snape back just a step and he looked up from the paperwork he was reading. “That’s not what I bloody well meant, and you know it.” He wasn’t going to pussy-foot around with this man he’d known since he was eleven. “What did you do with her?”
“Why?” Lucius crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to look smug. “Regretting your choice of not showing her around tonight?”
Silence.
“That was quite the shocker for me, to find the Gryffindor Princess on my arm.”
He watched Snape’s lips curl and eyes darken briefly before he returned to his desk work. “Fuck off, Malfoy,” he growled. “I have work to do.”
“Your idea of work at this time of night is usually to have some little witch bound up with a bright red arse.” Oh, he was having too much fun. Severus Snape had made a connection with a potential submissive – and it was one of his arch nemesis from the good old days. He snorted. The man had to be completely put off.
“Are you going to answer my God-damned question, Malfoy?” he snarled. “Or are you going to go away?”
“I did a scene with her.” He stopped there, waiting for a reaction. He got one. Black eyes snapped to grey. Then, the black went dull as Occlumency shields rose like the hackles of a rabid dog. Once Snape’s face was wiped smooth of emotion, he responded.
“How was she? What was the scene?”
“I tied her to a bench, cuffed her, flogged her…” Snape’s expression didn’t change. He hadn’t expected it to. “…and fucked her. She was beyond incredible.”
The ex-Potions professor froze. “You fucked her?” His tone was deadly quiet. “You fucked Hermione Granger? A Muggle-born? A girl young enough to be your daughter?”
“Don’t be a hypocritical asshole, Snape.” Lucius rolled his eyes. “I’ve fucked Muggle-borns before. I’ve fucked women younger than Granger. You know this. You’re the same bloody age as me! You fuck younger women all the time! What’s really the issue here? Pissed you didn’t fuck her first?”
“I never fuck a sub during my first scene with her, and you bloody well know that.” It didn’t escape Lucius’ attention that Snape’s fist was curled tightly around his quill. His friend was also avoiding his gaze.
“Lucky for me, I don’t have those same scruples. It’s certainly hard to turn a witch like that down. She literally begged me for it.” He was purposely provoking Snape. He knew it, too. This was absolutely hysterical.
“What exactly happened?”
“Why are you so curious? You never interrogate me about my scenes.”
“Come off it, Malfoy. She’s going to be a big fucking deal. I need to be prepared. We’re probably going to need to hire some extra security once members are aware she’s coming here. Word will get out to the extended community and we’re probably looking at our business doubling!”
“Ah. So, you’re going to use business as an excuse for your curiosity.” It was a dangerous statement; Snape was well aware that he was being goaded. It was not something he was apt to take kindly to, either.
“What other reason would there be?” Snape’s voice was starting to carry a dangerous edge. It screamed that he wanted Lucius to back off.
“I’m guessing it has to do with the fact that she was just shy of perfect. Probably the best new submissive I’ve ever been with. No, that’s not right. Definitely the best new submissive I’ve ever been with. And you…you had her first. You know how good she was – but you didn’t show her around tonight. That’s certainly not like you. If she had been anyone but Hermione Granger, you would have given her a tour and then fucked her brains out against a wall, you know? Like I did? I know you, Snape. You’re fucking hiding something here.”
Snape’s shoulders tensed and he glared up at his silky-tongued friend. “You know nothing.”
“I know that I offered to be her Dom for training tonight.”
“You did what?” The shock was palpable. Lucius didn’t blame the man, he hadn’t trained a submissive since before the second war.
“Merlin’s balls, Snape. Did you not have the same experience I had? She didn’t make a single mistake with me. Do you know what she told me when I asked her what she needed to orgasm?” Snape didn’t reply, diligently staring at the paperwork in front of him. After a beat, Lucius continued. “She said - and I quote - ‘I need to please you, sir!’ I mean…?” He trailed off with a raised eyebrow, lifting a palm as if to say, Holy shit, right?
Snape swore softly, and Lucius noted a rise in color in the man’s pale cheeks.
“Snape…she was exquisite.” He smirked. There was another lapse in conversation.
“What did she say to you, when you offered to train her?” Lucius did not miss his reluctance to share eye contact. He watched as Snape continued to write in his ledger, occasionally glancing at the entrance monitor.
“She asked if she could think about it.”
“Why’s that?” There was a touch of arrogance in Snape’s tone now. Hermione, after all, had all but asked him to be her Dom.
“Because she wants to experience more…or so she says.” Silence. “I asked her about you.”
“Oh?” Snape’s attention was peeked and Lucius smiled maliciously. Christ. It was true that if you did not know Snape, you would think he was completely uninterested. However, he had known Snape for thirty-five years and could read him like a book.
“You certainly got under her skin.”
There was a flash of something in Snape’s dark eyes, but then it was gone. “How’s that?”
“I asked her what she would have said if you had offered to Dom for her.”
Snape’s heart picked up speed, and it took more control then he’d like to admit to smother his excitement away. “And what…did…she…say?” he inquired, using his broken speech pattern of intimidation.
“She said something along the lines of your session with her being nothing like anything she’s ever experienced. I don’t think she’d say no to you, Snape.”
“Good thing I have no intention of asking her, then. Wouldn’t you say?” His upper lip lifted in a snarl. “I don’t train subs. You know that as well as anyone here.”
“There’s always a first, Snape.” Lucius gave his partner a slow grin. “There’s always a first.”
“Ah,” his friend muttered, a leer crossing his face as he put down his quill. “Miss Britt just came through.” He was watching the monitor in his office that showed the entrance. Lucius glanced up and watched the silky auburn-haired witch as she checked her cloak and bag. “Just the witch I’ve been waiting for.” He pushed to stand. “If you’ll excuse me, Malfoy?”
For a moment, Lucius was startled at the abrupt end to their conversation. He inclined his head as they dismissed each other, but grinned slowly as he watched the raven-haired man walk away. Snape was avoiding the discussion, and Britt was in for one hell of a scene tonight.
Oh, hell. It had been a busy week. Hermione groaned and arched her back, stretching her arms up into the air above her while pointing her toes as far away from her as she could in a full-body stretch. Gah, she was sore. Sitting at a desk all day could do that to you, though.
“Marla, what time is it?” she called out. There was no answer. She glanced out the window and was started to see a pitch-black sky. She stood and walked into the waiting room of her office. She was at her firm in Muggle London today. Marla, her secretary, was an older, Muggle-born witch that she had hired two years ago when she had decided to start her own practice. There was a note tacked to the computer screen on her office assistance’s desk.
Hermione, I told you three times I was leaving. You were in so deep, I’m absolutely positive you didn’t hear me. GO HOME. I’ll see you tomorrow. ~Marla
“Uhhh!” Hermione groaned when she looked at the large wall clock. It was almost eleven at night! No wonder she was starving. She was rubbing her tired eyes when the flames in her office fireplace went green.
“’Mione?” It was Harry.
“Yeah, Harry, I’m here.” She quickly stepped back into her private room.
“Merlin, Hermione. What the hell are you doing at work so late? I’ve been trying your floo at home every half hour since six. You okay?”
“Yeah.” She smiled at her best friend. “I’m great, actually. Just lost track of time.”
“You work too hard, Hermione,” Harry responded with a sad smile.
“You’ve told me that before, Harry.”
His smile broadened. “What’re you doing tomorrow night? We’re going out for dinner. Neville and Hannah are planning to join us. Ron and Luna, too.”
Great…the seventh wheel this time. She just stopped herself from rolling her eyes. “No, Harry. I’m so bushed after this week. I think I’m just going to stay in. Maybe I’ll read for pleasure and take a hot bath.” That actually sounded wonderful to her, but in reality, she had very, very different ambitions for the next night.
Harry’s face dropped. “We miss you, Hermione.”
“I know,” she said softly. “I’m sorry. It’s just been…so hard lately. I feel like we live in different worlds.”
“What do you mean by that?” He sounded slightly affronted.
“It’s hard to always be the extra wheel, Harry,” she turned her face slightly, so it would be harder to read her expression.
“Maybe you would meet someone if you didn’t work all the time.”
“Harry!” She was sick of this conversation. All her friends had watched her fail at relationship after relationship. Why couldn’t they just give it a rest? It would happen when it happened. It took her too long to realize she couldn’t force it, and it was taking her friends even longer.
“Listen. I just can’t. I suck at relationships. I’ve never found anyone who…who is happy with me just as I am.”
“I’m coming through.” It wasn’t a question and then, a second later, Harry was wrapping her in his arms. “Why do you feel like that?”
She felt like she was going to cry, actually. That’s how she felt. “Well, I haven’t had any bloody luck, have I?” She laughed through her tears. “I think I need to stop dating Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, Harry.”
“Okay,” he snorted. “We’ll find you a nice Hufflepuff.” He rubbed her back as he squeezed her tight and she melted into him like warm butter. God, she loved him – he always knew what to say to make her feel better.
“No Slytherins?” Hermione joked, wrapping her arms snugly around his middle. He dropped his cheek to her hair.

There was a slight pause. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

She pulled back and a grinned up at him. “Maybe. I don’t know. It’s not gone anywhere yet, I’ll let you know if it does.”

There was another long pause, where this man who was like her brother watched her carefully. Then he sighed. “We just want to see you happy, ‘Mione.”
“I know, Harry. I just want to be happy, too.”
“Poppet!”
“Do you work all the time, Johnathan?” Hermione grinned as she settled herself at the bar and ordered a Coke. She was certainly hoping to play tonight, no alcohol for her!
“Feels like it sometimes, but according to the papers, you know what that’s like, Miss Hot Shot. Congrats on your case from yesterday!”
“Thanks!” She was flattered. “So…tell me. What should I do tonight?”
“You should let me get Rose and Etan for you. Rose was so excited you were going to be here tonight, and got a little carried away. Etan had to take her away to be corrected.” He winked at her and Hermione took that as a cue that it was okay to giggle. That it wasn’t a serious punishment.
“Is Master Lucius here, tonight?”
“Not that I’ve seen, yet. Did you two have fun last weekend?”
She felt her cheeks burn hot at his question. Oh, well. Of course Johnathan knew what happened around here. She nodded. “It was incredible.”
“You knew him from before, right? Didn’t you graduate with Draco?”
She froze for a second. Good, God. Why had Draco never crossed her mind? “How do you know Draco?” she asked softly.
“Oh, he’s around here somewhere, tonight.” Jonathan, missing her concern, scanned the room as he started wiping down the bar. Hermione followed his gaze nervously. The bar was not super busy yet. Most patrons were tucked in booths for privacy. “Probably downstairs.”
She felt the color drain from her face.
Jonathan tossed the cloth he was using to wipe the bar aside, noticing her reaction. “Oh, hell. What’s wrong?” he whispered, eyes large with concern.
“It’s just…” Merlin’s pants, I fucked Draco Malfoy’s father and now I’m going to have to look him in the eye. “Draco and I didn’t get along very well.”
Jonathan snorted. “I don’t suppose you did. He’s an arrogant little asshole, isn’t he?”
Her lips twitched. She liked Jonathan, a lot. “Ah, here’s Etan.” Turning in her stool, she looked to see as Jonathan raised his arm and caught the handsome man’s attention. There was an excited squeal and a sigh of exasperation. Next thing she knew, she was being pulled out of her bar stool into the arms of the brunette who had introduced Hermione to her new obsession.
“I am so excited you came!” Rose exclaimed and Hermione hugged her awkwardly, taken aback by her familiarity. The shining jubilation in Rose’s eyes helped Hermione relax, though. Sincerity was evident.
“Rose.” It was an exasperated sound mixed with deep affection, and Hermione watched as Rose’s cheeks filled with color before she let Hermione go. Her eyes dropped to the floor as Etan continued speaking. “We discussed your excitement less than five minutes ago. We need to be calm with our guest, tonight. She’s new, and Master Snape already told us she would be a VIP that he expected us to take care of.”
Hermione’s heart leapt into her throat. Snape had said that?
“I’m sorry, Master,” Rose whispered. Hermione watched her carefully, keeping her mouth shut. She definitely knew better than to get between a Dom and his sub. Hermione was flattered Rose was so excited, and to be honest her, enthusiasm was contagious. Hermione didn’t mind the familiarity at all, she strangely felt the same way.
“Go to your corner while I talk to our guest. I’ll retrieve you shortly.”
Hermione’s eyes popped wide as she watched Rose’s gaze fly to her Master’s. Her cheeks went bubble gum pink before she gave a quick nod and headed for the plus-signed shape pillar. She put her nose in one of the corners, and Hermione tilted her head in contemplation. She had wondered about the position and shape of that pillar, but hadn’t asked about it last time. Now she understood; it was in the center of everything. Rose’s punishment would be very publicly humiliating.
“Would you sit with me at a booth, Miss?” Master Etan asked quietly. He gestured to a leather padded booth that put them in direct sight of his submissive.
“Yes, sir.” Hermione said quietly. Jonathan gave her a small wave while serving another customer, and she gathered her drink before following Etan.
“I wish for you to be your everyday self for this conversation, not a submissive,” Master Etan said as they settled. His eyes were focused on Rose, and Hermione followed his stare. Rose was quite a beautiful witch. She had thick, multi-colored, brunette hair that was straight and loose and fell to her shoulders, and a smooth expanse of olive-toned skin. She was a bigger girl – voluptuous, curvy, and sexy were all adjectives that came to mind. Hermione felt like a stick when she compared herself to the other girl’s shape.
She had a lovely, round bum, which was definitely being shown off in a royal purple thong. She was wearing knee high black leather boots with a stiletto heel, and had towered over Hermione in them. This made her guess Rose was probably five-six, maybe five-seven without the heels. Her top – if you could call it a top – was a leather bralette garter that had straps that crisscrossed her ample cleavage and tied around her ribcage and neck. Around her neck was a beautiful, ring-linked, silver choker, studded with gems. Probably her collar, Hermione mused.
She turned back to Master Etan, only to find him grinning at her. “Do you find my Rose attractive, Miss Granger?” He spoke her name very quietly. She really had to come up with a pseudonym for club members to use on the main floor. She would always be wearing her mask on this floor because it was important she maintained her anonymity. This section of the club was one that anyone off the streets could access with the right connections. Someone who hadn’t yet signed an NDA would have no obligation to keep her secret and her reputation would take a massive blow if the public found out about her new predilection for BDSM.
She felt heat rise to her cheeks slightly before giving him a coy smile. “She’s quite beautiful, Master Etan,” she responded.
“That she is.” She watched his eye soften as he looked at his sub. “She’s a good girl, too. Just a little excitable. She’s a big fan of yours. When she realized who you were that night at Patronus, she couldn’t stop talking about it for a week. She was quite hopeful we would see you here. Last night was the first night in two weeks we’ve been here – we were on our honeymoon. When Master Snape briefed us on his expectations regarding you, she was flying high.”
Hermione gave him a brilliant smile. “Congratulations on your marriage! Rose seems very nice, I’m sure we’ll be good friends. Both of you are certainly the reason my life has taken this unexpected twist.” She hoped her voice wasn’t filled with too much longing. When she talked about marriage, it usually was. It was depressing how many years behind her friends she felt in the family department. I wonder if marrying a Dominant would be a good thing or not, though?
“I hear it’s a good twist, Miss Granger.” Master Etan placed his forearms on the table and sat forward, a conspiratorial smile crossing his lovely features. He was a handsome man, with a strong jawline, beautiful, sparkling blue eyes with thick lashes, and pronounced cheekbones.
“Oh? How’s that?” The curly-haired brunette took a sip of her drink before glancing around the bar again. The lookout for Draco Malfoy continued.
“Master Snape apprised us of your scenes last weekend. He was impressed, and asked me to help you find a Dom to train with. Are you agreeable to this?”
It took effort for Hermione’s face not to fall. He had been impressed, but not enough to consider training her himself. Not even enough to give her a damned tour himself. Bastard. Had the connection she felt been one sided? She sighed. “I am, Etan.”
“Tell me what you’re looking for. What type of Dom would you find attractive?”
“Looks aren’t a big concern for me, for the most part. I mean, I want him to have a pleasing face, of course. I’ll have to look at him enough. He doesn’t have to be a classically handsome man, though. I like tall, but I’m so short that’s never been too much of a problem. I’m attracted to men who are fit. I take meticulous care of myself and I appreciate that in a wizard. I’m not talking all ripped out or anything, just fit.” His eyebrow quirked.
“Okay. Personality traits?”
“Intelligent.”
Master Etan threw his head back and laughed at her blunt answer. “Anything else?”
“Well, of course I would like him to be interested in being a good teacher to me. Probably someone with experience training a submissive?” She shrugged. “I am an intelligent witch, sir. I wish to be able to carry on a conversation with the man I will be spending my free time with. This is why intelligence will always be my first answer when asked this question.”
He nodded his understanding. “Anything else?”
“Compatible. I want a connection.”
A raised eyebrow met that statement. “What are your end goals?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you wish to train and then stay single? What I mean by that is – do you just wish to play? Do you wish to be collared? Do you plan on being a full-time, twenty-four/seven submissive? A sexual submissive…?”
Hermione took a moment to think about her answer to this question. “I’m looking for permanence. I want a real relationship – in and out of the bedroom. I cannot and will not be a twenty-four/seven submissive, but I definitely believe I wish to be a sexual submissive. I would not object to wearing a collar with the right contract. I would be willing to wear it in the privacy of my home and when we came here. I would also be willing to negotiate wearing it at other times to play.”
Master Etan sat back in the booth and studied her for a moment. He raised his hand to brush the short goatee on his chin thoughtfully. “Why did you not accept Master Lucius’ offer to train you?”
Hermione’s face froze with surprise. She hadn’t realized that would be talked about without her being present. It was her assumption something that private would be kept between her and Lucius. “Uh–.” Hermione broke herself off. “I um, well…”
“Miss Granger, just be honest. You do not have to worry about being judged by me.” His tone was very kind.
She took a deep breath and nodded. “My scene with Master Lucius was incredible, and I am keeping his offer on the table. I wish to experience more with a few more potential Doms before I make a final decision.”
“If you had an incredible connection with Master Lucius, why would you wish to look further?”
How was she supposed to answer that? My connection with Lucius was lovely, but Snape literally made me feel like I had walked into an inferno? The last thing she needed to do was go around sounding like some love-sick school girl. Snape didn’t want to train her? Fine. It’s not like she was going to shout to the roof tops that she had never experienced that kind of intensity before, and didn’t want to settle for anything less. She supposed she could just train with anyone, and then pursue him at a later date? Maybe she should just take Lucius up on his offer. Except…well, except there’s Draco to contend with now. How the hell would he respond to her being his father’s submissive? She shuddered at the thought. More to think about. Her head was starting to feel over-full.
Shaking her head, Hermione murmured, “What I tell you stays between you and I?” It was a combination of a request and a question.
He studied her for a moment. “Alright,” he said slowly.
“You will not share it with Master Snape or Master Lucius?”
“I will not.”
She took a deep breath. “My experience with Master Lucius was lovely. Incredibly lovely. My experience with Master Snape was electrifying. I want electrifying. Therefore, I wish to experience a bit more before I choose someone to train me.”
Etan’s lips parted with a startled surprise before he quickly regained his composure. “You had…” He trailed off, shook his head, and then redirected his train of thought. “Okay. I have a couple of Dom’s I’d like to introduce you to. One is here tonight.”
“If it’s Draco Malfoy, my answer is ‘no way in hell.’”
A loud laugh left Etan, his head falling back with his mirth. “I think that’s one of the best things I’ve heard in a while,” he said when he calmed, wiping moisture from the corner of one eye. Hermione’s cheeks were red. She was a bit confused with his laughter. “Forgive me, Hermione. May I call you Hermione?”
“I would prefer you call me Miss on this floor. On the other floors, I’m perfectly fine with you using my first name.”
He paused, then nodded. “Agreed. Forgive me, Miss. I did not mean to make you think I was laughing at you. Draco prefers to be a bottom, although he’s been known to be a Switch.”
“Oh. He does both?” She was trying to wrap her head around what she had just been told. “Wait a second. Did you say Draco Malfoy prefers to be a sub?”
Etan gave her a smirk. “Yes. He’s an excellent male submissive.”
Hermione was floored. “But he’s a Switch?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry. I’m having trouble thinking of the boy I knew being a submissive.”
“I can appreciate your reluctance to believe it. You must remember, though, people come here so they can be their true selves.” His voice held a subtle warning, and Hermione realized she had crossed a line. She was being judgmental and there was no room for judgement in this world. “You might find that he has a hard time believing you are a submissive, as well.” Etan smiled, softening the blow.
Hermione felt properly chastened. Her cheeks had to be pink with embarrassment. “However – to answer your question – no. I was not talking about Draco. There is a new Dom, his name is Michael, and he’s interested in training a sub. He is from the scene in Hillingdon; he just recently moved into the city. I know you said you would prefer someone with experience, but he comes highly recommended from a friend of mine who trained him.”
“I would be willing to meet him.” Hermione’s heart rate climbed. Gods, this was insane. She was going to meet a complete stranger with the hopes of him training her to be a sexual submissive.
“Wonderful. We’ll head downstairs shortly. I am going to retrieve my English Rose. Excuse me for a moment.” She nodded at him with a kind smile and watched as he crossed the room to his Rose. He took her chin in his fingers and turned her face towards him. Her cheeks were still very pink and Hermione could see from where she sat that her eyes were wet. She was embarrassed for the girl, but her Master was being very sweet with her. Hermione observed as he cupped Rose’s face in both hands and smoothed her tears away with his thumbs. He was talking to her low and the look on his face made Hermione thoroughly believe he was in love with his submissive. Apparently, his wife? The pretty brunette nodded and finally looked up into his eyes, giving him a tiny smile. He pressed a kiss to the dip between her eyes. Hermione looked away, feeling like she was interrupting a very private moment.
She looked up only when Etan and Rose returned to the table. Rose seemed to have herself in control now, and smiled shyly at Hermione. It was then Hermione realized that the girl was quite young. If she was twenty, Hermione would be surprised. Etan looked to be slightly older than Hermione. Probably about thirty.
Hermione returned Rose’s smile with one of her own as Etan slid back into the booth and gestured for Rose to sit on his lap. “Rose has a question for you, Miss.” Etan said with a smirk.
“Oh?” Hermione turned to the girl, locking her eyes with Rose’s pretty grey-blues.
“I was wondering if you’d like to play?” Rose said softly.
Hermione’s mouth went dry and her cheeks heated once again when Etan gave a low chuckle. She seemed to have forgotten how to speak. “It appears you’ve startled her, my English Rose. Tell her what you mean.”
“I enjoy being with other women as much as I enjoy being with men, Miss.” Rose’s eyes were sparkling with the same excitement from earlier. “I would love to play. We could go downstairs to a private room or pick a more secluded corner. It doesn’t have to be anything too intense. Master would like to watch.”
“I’m sure Michael would like to watch as well,” Etan added. “Of course, only if you would like to.”
Was it weird to feel so close with this couple she barely knew? Without a second thought, they had taken her in and brought her here. For the first time, she felt she belonged, and was welcomed with open arms and minds. They had told her there was nothing wrong with her when she found their play stimulating, and it had changed her world. She couldn’t describe the affection she had for the duo.
Hermione was torn between completely turned on and downright terrified. She took a steadying breath – man, she had needed a lot of those lately – and gave them her answer. “Yes, I’d like to play with you, Rose,” she said softly.
Etan’s eyes darkened perceptibly, and he turned his intense gaze from Rose to Hermione. “Come, wife…Miss. Let us head downstairs. He gave Rose a playful tap on her hip, helping her push to stand, before offering Hermione a hand. Accepting it, she gave him a grateful smile.
Watching them go before her, Hermione mused at her clothing choice for the evening. She had chosen another dress from her closet, just a basic little black dress. It had a boatneck collar with cap sleeves, fit her tightly to the hips, and then had a flared skirt that fell to just above her knees. A flashy pair of three-inch heels in shiny red completed her attire. It was a much simpler ensemble than the form fitting red silk from last weekend, and not as flashy as the corset. She still felt lovely in it, but not as sexy. Besides, what she was wearing underneath more than made up for it! Rose looked unbelievably incredible. She was going to have to invest in some more clothing for her time here.
“Rose?” she asked softly as the trio started into the dungeon. “Would you be willing to go shopping with me? You must know where to get the right clothing for here?”
Rose glanced from Hermione to her Master and Hermione could read the overwhelming elation in them as well as her husband could. “May I, Master?” It was said with a trembling voice that was being tightly reigned in.
“Hmm.” They had reached the bottom of the stairs and Etan turned to both women. They were standing very close together. He watched as Hermione reached up to take her mask off, slipping it into the pocket of her dress. Gods, she was a lovely girl. A pixie, petite, tiny little thing with a beautiful rack for her frame. Nothing like his English Rose’s breasts, of course, but Etan had always been a fan of heavier set women. More curves, softer skin, bigger bums and breasts. He was getting side tracked thinking about watching these two lovelies play. “I don’t see why not, pet,” he answered her with a smile. She gave a little squeak of delight before pulling it back in when he gave her a Look.
“Rose, I give you permission to guide the scene for now. I will give directives as I see fit. Hermione, what are your safewords?”
Oh! She had figured out new ones. “Quaffle for slow, bludger for stop.” She said with a smirk. Etan grinned.
“Quidditch fan?”
“Not particularly, which is why I thought they would work well for me. Anyone who knows me even a little bit knows I wouldn’t be interested in discussing Quidditch while being intimate.”
He and Rose laughed together when Hermione ended her explanation with a beaming smile.
“My safeword is Helga. Just a full stop one. Master says I’m good at communicating if I need things to slow down,” a grinning Rose said.
“Helga,” Hermione repeated. “Okay.” She was trembling a bit.
“Did you decide where?” Etan asked softly, noting her fear.
“I’ll let you decide, I’m truly fine with either scenario. We can go somewhere private or stay out here.”
“The couches, then, Rose,” Etan declared.
A few minutes later, Hermione found herself sitting next to Rose on a dark grey leather sofa. They were in a more secluded corner of the gathering space, but she could still see and hear other things that were happening. Etan had left the girls alone to talk for a bit in order to find Michael. The potential Dom had told him he would join them after he finished watching another grouping on the opposite side of the room. Currently, Etan was sitting across from them on the opposite couch.
Hermione was now allowing the young girl to touch her. Her heart was flying as Rose trailed soft fingers up and down one arm while holding her hand. “You have absolutely beautiful skin, Hermione,” she whispered, leaning closer to her. Hermione’s breath hitched.
“Thank you,” she murmured, unable to look at either of her companions. “Master Lucius told me it was like a porcelain doll’s.” She smirked and then shuddered when Rose’s fingers dipped into the edge of her cap sleeve before trailing over it and around her to her cleavage.
“He’s not wrong. Is that why he kept referring to you as Doll?” Rose questioned with a smirk.
“Yes, I believe it’s his pet name for me.”
“The Doll of The Dungeon, my English Rose.” Etan grinned. “Perhaps that should stick?”
Hermione looked at him, tilting her head. She liked it, so she gave him a slow smile, Then she gasped when Rose leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of her jaw. “You can touch me, too, Hermione. If you’d like.”
Oh, I’d like. Bloody fuck! She was trembling something fierce. She had never found same sex pairings unattractive, always just very intriguing. It was very surreal to her, however, that she was experiencing one first hand. She had always been curious, though. So curious. She tilted her head, catching Rose’s eyes before slowly moving forward to catch her lips with her own. Rose gave a startled gasp, but responded enthusiastically enough by reaching forward and sliding both sets of fingers into Hermione’s wild locks. She slid her tongue over Rose’s lips, which parted eagerly, and a soft moan left both of their throats at the same time. Kissing a woman…well it was quite different from kissing a man.
Rose was soft, where men where hard. Her lips tasted like cherries and felt like silk covered pillows. Hermione let out a surprised gasp when Rose caught her bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a gentle tug before sucking it into her own mouth. “Mm,” Hermione let an affirmative noise rumble in her throat and heard a small giggle from her companion.
“It’s nice, yeah?” Rose whispered against Hermione’s mouth. She left the curly-haired witch’s lips to trail open mouthed kisses down her jaw before nibbling at the pulse point in her neck. It was a shocking sensation (she had only ever known rough jaws and hard lips), but a pleasant one. Hermione, feeling emboldened, and completely caught up with what she was experiencing, bravely slipped her hands around and then up Rose’s bare midriff, caressing the underside of one of her breasts. Her skin was like satin.
Rose whimpered and melted into her touch, which only made Hermione feel braver. She cupped it, (it was so much heavier than her own) running a caress over the fabric, feeling the younger girl’s nipple pebble beneath the pad of her thumb.
“Remove your top, Rose.” Hermione jumped at the sound of Etan’s voice and pulled away, breathless. She had almost forgotten they had an audience. She looked up to see that the audience had grown a bit. There was now a man in his early thirties with sandy blond hair sitting in the other corner of the couch Etan was on. His arm was outstretched along the back, one ankle over the opposite knee. His eyes were contemplative as she looked at him. Slightly behind the couch, at a bit of a distance was…Oh, Gods. Snape. Snape was watching. She felt her excitement triple and turned her attention to Etan. She would give Snape a show. Let him know exactly what he was missing.
“Permission to speak, Master Etan?” she requested in a soft, subdued voice as she watched Rose untie her bralette with heavy lidded eyes. Fuck, her breasts were beautiful, her olive toned skin was utterly flawless with pert, brown nipples.
“Granted, Miss Granger.” Master Etan raised an eyebrow, a smile quirking one corner of his mouth.
“I wish for you to direct my actions, as well,” she said clearly. “I will consent to punishment if I make a mistake.”
Etan’s other eyebrow rose to join the first and she felt a small thrill run through her. “Hm, intriguing. Pet?” he addressed Rose. “Are you agreeable, my love?”
“Oh, yes, sir.” Rose’s eyes glittered with anticipation.
“Remove your dress, Miss Granger.” He barely waited for Rose to finish speaking. Hermione immediately stood, lifting her left arm to drag down the side zipper of her little black dress. She shrugged out of the sleeves and let the fabric pool at her feet with no embarrassment. She was ready to be out of the thing because of what she had on underneath.
“Bloody hell,” the sandy-haired man whispered, sitting forward to rest his elbows on his knees. What she really relished, though, was the low, visceral growl of the man a half of dozen feet away, hiding in the shadows.
The lace teddy she wore was a bodysuit. She had purchased it as a little treat for herself after she and Oliver split, something to make her feel sexy. It was cerulean blue in color and had a plunging cut, underwire bra with scalloped lace trim that trailed over the swell of her breasts. The straps were thin lace. The panty portion rode low on the hips. It also had scalloped edges with full frontal coverage in silk and a thong in the back. Only Rose could see this, and she felt the witch run light fingertips over the swell of her bum and shuddered, looking over her shoulder at the girl with a coy smile.
The bra and panty were connected with a belly panel that was like a second skin over her abdominals. It was solid silk on the outside with a sheer, scalloped lace edge on the inside. It left the skin from just under her sternum to two inches above her belly button bare, with another oval of bare skin surrounding her navel. There was a crystal at the center of her breasts, just above her belly button, and at the top of each thigh that caught the low flickering candles perfectly. They set off a dazzle of sparkle that seemed to entrance the watching wizards.
“Twirl in a circle for me, Doll. Hands above you.” Hermione’s head snapped up, away from Rose and she let out a shaky breath as she looked into the gorgeously handsome face of Lucius Malfoy. Eyes darkened with lust returned her gaze. Oh, holy fuck. Liquid heat pooled in her belly. She now had four Dominant males watching her play with Rose, and wasn’t sure if she could get more turned on. The dampness of her knickers was strong evidence. It was also a fact that every person looking at her could see her erect nipples through the fabric of her teddy, they felt like they could cut glass.
“Yes, Master Lucius.” She watched a muscle in his jaw twitch at the way she addressed him. She missed the incredulous look Etan gave him and Lucius’ grimace of an apology in return. She slowly laced her fingers in front of her and twisted her arms above her head. The position threw her chest out before she did a slow pirouette, making sure the wizards got a good view of her bare bum. Rose winked at her conspiratorially as she rotated by. Hermione grinned. When she faced forward again, she let her hands fall and waited for her next directive.
“Again.” It was Snape’s low baritone that rumbled through her senses this time. Etan gave an exasperated sigh, but Hermione didn’t even begin to notice. She locked eyes with Snape for a moment and a spark of electricity shot through the air, making her breath catch in her throat. Oh, Gods. Tell me he felt that, too.
“Of course, Master Snape,” she whispered. This time, she actually put her body into the fifth ballet position. She lifted her head as she maintained eye contact with her old professor and stretched her body, elongating her spine and neck before repeating the pirouette just as slowly as the first time.
“Stunning,” came a voice she didn’t recognize. It must be the sandy-haired man. I wonder if that’s Michael?
“She is,” Lucius agreed. Hermione felt her cheeks flush with satisfaction. Apparently, I like being on display.
“Rose, stand and remove Hermione’s body suit,” Etan directed. “Hermione, you may relax.” There was a pause while Hermione dropped her arms and untucked her feet. Then Etan rounded on the other men in their circle. “To avoid confusion and prevent slip ups, I request all other Dominants to allow me to give directives as etiquette dictates. Let us not put these ladies into an impossible situation. Ladies, you will follow instructions immediately, with no questions. For every mistake, you receive five hits with the implement of your choosing. Are we understood?”
“Yes, Master Etan,” Hermione and Rose answered in perfect unison. A couple of appreciative grunts came from this display of obedience. Rose started to undo the clasp at Hermione’s back, sliding soft hands up and over her shoulders once it was undone so she could slip the straps off. Moments later, she was as naked as the day she was born save her red stilettos. It was exhilarating. She turned to face Rose, gently brushing the back of her fingertips over her cheek.
Rose gave her a sweet smile and turned her attention to Etan, awaiting their next command. “Touch each other. You may stand or sit. Hands and mouths are permitted.” Except for his eyes, Master Etan looked completely blasé about the goings on in front of him. Hermione was a flipping ball of shuddering nerves as she saw a couple more people pause outside of their intimate circle. She was distracted by a movement and her gaze was caught by black eyes. He raised an eyebrow, a challenging smirk crossing his face. He was daring her to continue. I’ll effing show him, the bastard!
Slowly, but deliberately, she leaned forward and took Rose’s mouth with her own again, sliding her hands up the witch’s arms and into her hair. Mind whirring, she grasped the back of Rose’s head. In order to calm her nerves, she needed to get the ball rolling, but was worried about displaying dominance in this scenario. She wanted to prove she could be a good submissive. Snape needed to take notice of her. She wanted Lucius to eagerly wish to train her even more than he had already expressed. (Although, she wasn’t sure why that was, probably just her own selfish pleasure at being desired.) She wanted Michael to take notice. She wanted to please Etan and have him be proud of her. So, she broke the kiss, trailing her lips across Rose’s cheek to the ear facing away from all the prying eyes and whispered in her ear.
“Please take control,” she begged quietly. “I wish to be submissive to you and Etan.” Rose sucked in a quick breath before pulling back and searching Hermione’s eyes for just a moment. Then she glanced up at their spectators and to her Master. He gave her a brief nod, as if he had known exactly what Hermione had requested.
With this, an inferno started. Rose wrapped Hermione in her arms, smoothing her palms along the her back, trailing fingers up her spine and snogging her as if Hermione were water and Rose had just gotten back from days in the desert.
The next thing she knew, Hermione was pushed onto the couch and straddled by the girl. Olive-toned hands fisted into wild chestnut curls. They started groping each other. Hermione’s hands cupped Rose’s bum as the younger witch nipped and nibbled at her neck before cupping and lifting a breast to her full, pouty lips. Hermione could not help the wanton moan that left her throat, or the roll of her hips, as Rose rolled and pinched the nipple she was not suckling between her thumb and forefinger.
“Rose, on your knees in front of her and continue to play with her tits. Use your mouth and your teeth.” Another directive from Etan left Hermione shivering with anticipation and electrified fear.
Rose gave Hermione a wicked grin before sliding down her body to the floor. Hermione gasped, shivering. Her eyes darkening perceptibly. There had been no way to know how hot being with another woman could be. Rose pulled Hermione by her hips until she was sitting on the very edge of the couch, her legs parted lewdly so the bigger girl could kneel between them. Rose slid her palms up Hermione’s ribcage, sending a wave of tingly pleasure in her wake. Leaning forward, she captured the dusky pink peak of her right breast between silky lips. Hermione’s head fell back with a soft gasp and her hands came of up their own volition to bury her fingers in Rose’s dark brown tresses, holding her in place. Ho – ly FUCK.
“Ah,” she whimpered when Rose scraped the nipple with her teeth before trailing open-mouthed kisses across Hermione’s chest to ravage the left side with equal ardor. Her grasp tightened in the grey-eyed girl’s hair. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to pull her closer, or push her away.
She sensed a shadow fall over them and her eyes slowly fluttered open to find Master Etan standing in front of them. He whispered low to both submissives. “I want to fuck Rose while she goes down on you, Hermione. Tell me what color you are.” Hermione was momentarily confused and then her mind came across a tucked away tidbit of information. Green = go. Yellow = slow. Red = stop.
“Green, sir,” she said just as softly.
“Lean back against the couch cushions, Hermione, hips stay at the edge. Keep your knees apart. Rose, on your hands and knees. I want you to make Miss Granger come using your mouth only, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir!” Rose sounded most enthusiastic, making Hermione’s face go scarlet. Even though she was embarrassed, she did as she was directed, following each command precisely. She was trying to make a point, after all, even if she could feel every eye on her.
She watched through her eyelashes as Rose sank in front of her, giving her a reassuring smirk. With a wink, she ever-so-gently used her nose to tickle the dark hair that covered Hermione’s slit. Hermione jerked with the sensation before forcing herself to relax even though she was quite certain she might pass out from the trepidation she was experiencing. She squeezed her eyes shut tight.
“Oooh,” she sighed, feeling Rose plant a soft kiss on her quim. It seemed to be all the encouragement the younger witch needed, because she was off, tongue lapping out, parting her lips, and digging deep. Hermione cried out, arching her back to give Rose better access.
Rose obliged more than willingly, burying her face deeper into the famous witch’s snatch, seeking out her clit. A low groan left Hermione’s lips, and Rose knew she found it when the other woman’s hands sunk into her hair again. Behind her she could feel her Master playing with her cheeks, kneading them gently, smoothing a hand up her lower back. She pushed back into him eagerly and he gave her an upward warning hit to her bum. Hermione tugged at her hair with a gasp when she grunted. She grinned into Hermione’s sex before redoubling her efforts on her beautifully erect clit. “Unnghh!” Hermione moaned and Rose wiggled her bum back when she felt Etan roll her knickers down.
“Finger her, Rose,” he commanded. Rose was only too happy to comply, thrilled her Master changed his mind about not using her hands. She removed her mouth from Hermione’s clit, sucking two fingers in to dampen them before returning to her task. She scooped the arousal from Hermione’s opening and spread it through her folds before gently slipping two fingers up inside her. Behind her, Master Etan did the same. She hummed, making Hermione squirm, small pants falling from her mouth. Christ, I’m giving head to Hermione effing Granger! She increased the pace of her tongue, keeping it light and fast. She was determined to make this witch fall apart.
“Is that…?” Snape startled at the sound of a familiar tenor voice. He hadn’t realized his God-son was here tonight. “Merlin’s balls, is that Granger?”

It was a hiss of total surprise, and Snape couldn’t blame him. Apparently, Miss Granger was full of bloody surprises. Such as having a three-some on her third night at his club. He tilted his head at Draco and lifted an eyebrow. “Indeed,” he answered in a barely audible voice.
“Damn, she’s going to make one hell of a Dominatrix!” Draco’s astonishment turned slightly contemplative as he reangled his body to watch…oh, looks like Rose…go down on Granger whose head was thrown back in complete abandonment, fingers buried in the other witch’s hair.
“Miss Granger, I want you to come! Do you understand?” Etan’s voice ripped out, low and commanding as he took Rose from behind, making the younger girl moan into Hermione’s pussy, which caused Hermione to gasp loudly.
“Yes, sir!” she exclaimed. “So close!”
“Not a Dominatrix,” Snape said, amusement and lust thick in his voice.
“No…fucking…way,” Draco muttered. “She’s a sub?”
“Unnnnggghh!!!”
“Fuck.” Five male voices sounded at almost the exact same time at the sight of the Gryffindor climaxing. Her body bowed back at an impossible angle, her beautiful breasts bouncing slightly at the rhythm Etan had set for him and Rose. Rose, sliding her fingers in and out of Hermione’s audibly wet channel, playing her through her orgasm, pulled her mouth away to give a tell-tale sound of pleasure before convulsing in her own climax.
“Holy hell,” Draco muttered. It was a hot scene, if not particularly creative. Watching Granger slowly come down from her high as she observed Etan climaxing in his new wife was intoxicating. Her eyes flashed with raw heat, and a blush of scarlet covered her face, neck, and chest. She was completely lost to her senses and the two people in front of her.
“When did she start coming here?”
“A week ago,” Snape answered. Draco did not miss the way his eyes never left his old classmate’s sated face. He had to admit, Granger looked bloody striking.
“How long has she been a sub?”
“A week.”
“Shut up.”
“Not joking.”
Draco studied the scene in front of him with new eyes, taking in the trio who were coming back to Earth. He watched, his cock twitching, as the voluptuous Rose leaned up to kiss the minx that was apparently Hermione-fucking-submissive-Granger.
“Excuse me, Draco.” He watched Snape step behind the couch, his eyes not leaving the scene where Etan was now pressing a gentle kiss to Granger’s forehead. He leaned over to a guy Draco wasn’t familiar with. He was sitting on the couch, also watching the fun. Granger and Rose were now kissing sweetly. He flicked his eyes to his father, who was standing slightly behind Snape, watching him with a smirk of epic proportion on his face. Snape was whispering something in couch-man’s ear. Neither Malfoy missed the sandy-haired man’s pallor change from flushed and aroused to sickly white. He jerked away from Snape, standing quickly.
Draco watched in confusion as the sandy-haired man muttered something in Etan’s ear quickly, while the two ladies were helping each other back into their clothing – DAMN, Granger’s teddy is hot – before he took off across the room.
Draco observed him curiously for a moment before turning back to catch Snape’s eye. He was startled to see his Godfather stalking away in the opposite direction with a deep scowl on his face.
Draco exchanged another look with his father – who shrugged as if to say: Are you really surprised? It’s Snape! – before he glanced back to the trio. His gaze landed right on the wide, doe-eyes of his Hogwarts classmate. She looked terrified as he let a slow, sexy grin cross his face. This was going to be too much fucking fun.
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission