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Master Mine Book 2: A Lesson in Love	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six
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Saturday, May 12^th
Hermione pulled out the new crystal candlesticks she had just purchased that afternoon and set them on the table. Severus would be arriving in the next ten minutes, so she went ahead and lit the white tapers. The tea roses he had brought her earlier in the week were still beautiful and made a lovely centerpiece. If he brought flowers again tonight, as she was sure he would, she would switch them out.
Dinner was going to be Beef Wellington, rosemary roasted potatoes, parmesan crusted asparagus and raspberry sorbet with lemon cookies for dessert.
Hermione was excited. With the exception of the Ministry Ball, this was the first Saturday Severus had off since she had begun seeing him. When Lucius had offered to step in so that Snape could have a break, Hermione had been ecstatic.
While she loved their Saturday afternoon dates, there was just something special about going out on a Saturday night. She was even wearing a dress. Other than the ball and on submission nights, recently, all Severus had seen her in was jeans or yoga pants.
Tonight, she wanted to be beautiful for him. She was wearing expensive lingerie in a gorgeous eggplant color that looked pretty against her skin and was very close in color to the aubergine scarf he wore throughout the winter. She still had a drawer full of lingerie that Lucius had bought her, most of it still bore tags, but she didn’t feel right wearing it for another man. She didn’t think sending it back to him was the correct thing to do, either. Boxing it up and tucking it in the corner of her closet was a waste, yet somehow felt like her only choice, at least for now.
Everything was prepped. She would need to put the pastry wrapped steaks in the oven when he arrived and then crisp up the parmesan crust of the asparagus under the broiler as soon as she pulled the steaks out. The potatoes were the only part of the meal she was cheating on by using magic. They were already cooked and roasted an hour ago and were now resting under a stasis charm. Cooking without magic felt more authentic to Hermione and on a night she wanted to be special, she would use her hands instead of her wand.
She stepped into the living room and turned on the stereo, choosing Nora Jones. Taking one last look in the mirror, her simple, little black dress was perfect. It was short, only coming to her mid thighs and was fitted, making her toned legs look long. The sleeves were capped and the neck line dipped low. She wore large silver hoop earrings and her hair was pulled up into a loose chignon which emphasized the collar around her neck. She looked sexy if she said so herself. She couldn’t wait to wine and dine her man.
When she heard the sound of the floo coming to life, she turned to face the hearth. Severus came through and quickly cast a soot removal charm before looking at her as he removed his outer cloak.
“Well, aren’t you a vision?” Severus said somewhat leeringly, causing her stomach to flutter.
She stepped towards him and pressed up on her toes to kiss his cheek. His right arm coiled around her waist immediately and he shifted his face to capture her lips. Hermione’s eyes closed in rapture as the slow kiss became heated. Pressing her hands against his chest, she pulled back. His eyes were on her lips when she whispered, “The red has been breathing for thirty minutes. Why don’t you pour us each a glass.”
He let out a throaty growl of disappointment when she turned and headed for the kitchen. Hermione was opening the oven when she heard him enter the room behind her. She was sliding the steaks onto the middle rack when she felt his hand grab and squeeze her right buttock.
“You look positively edible in that dress, Mine. And bending over like that is doing wonderful things for my appetite.”
Hermione grinned as she closed the door and turned to face him. “Well, it’s a good thing I’ve prepared you such a feast for dinner then, isn’t it?” she replied with a kittenish smirk. Taking the glass from him, she took a large swallow.
A roguish gleam took over his features. “While I’m sure dinner will be delicious, that’s not the meal I had in mind.”
Hermione felt heat burn up her neck as the furious blush she knew she was sporting crept over her. She rubbed her legs together to quell some of the heat brewing south of her waist as well.
“Perhaps the dessert menu can be modified to meet monsieur’s special craving,” she teased.
He chuckled darkly as he stepped towards her. “Perhaps dessert can come first,” he countered.
Hermione was determining a come back when he was suddenly on her. He planted open mouthed kisses long her jaw and neck as his whispered words tickled the fine hairs of her skin. “I want you to ride my cock and then serve me dinner with that freshly fucked blush of yours that causes my blood to boil.”
She turned her head, giving him better access as her breath rasped in her throat. “Hmm, as lovely as that sounds, we don’t have time. The beef will overcook and be ruined.” She turned her mouth back to his and kissed him deeply before pushing away, realizing the asparagus needed to be taken out of the refrigerator.
Strong hands were suddenly wrapped around her, pulling her back against a warm and hard chest. The thrust of hips from behind her pressed a very hard erection into her back. Lips assaulted her neck once again as a hand massaged roughly up her stomach before grasping her right breast and kneading it. When fingers flicked and tweaked her nipple through the fabric, an unwelcome mewl to escaped her mouth.
“Severuuuussssss,” she moaned. “Dinner will be ruined.”
“Don’t care about that,” he growled. “I want you…now. I want to fuck you. Hard. I want to make you come with your pussy on my face.”
“Yesss,” she replied breathlessly. “Just after we eat.”
Instantly, strong and lithe fingers grasped her wrists and pulled them in front of her. His voice was now clipped and deep and left no room for argument. “You misunderstand, pet.” He emphasized the ‘t’. “I want you…now. Would you deny your Master?” His free hand came up and stroked her collar.
Hermione couldn’t explain it if she tried. The power of his seduction, the control his words had over her. It was pungent and undeniable. “Please, Master. Release my hands so I can turn off the oven and I’ll do whatever you say.”
Teeth nipped her ear. “That’s more like it. I think your bottom might be in need of my belt.”
When he released her hands, he spun her around to face him and crashed his lips on hers. Hermione reached to her left and blindly felt the dials until she found the correct one. Turning it to off, she then wrapped her arms around his neck as his tongue continued to devour her mouth. His palms moved under her bum lifting her and she wrapped her legs around him, holding tight as he carried her to the dining room table. A wandless whispered spell and the candles were no longer burning. Another one and the table was cleared of everything, cast off to somewhere else in the apartment.
He stood her next to the table. “Kneel.”
She instantly fell to her knees.
“Release my cock and fuck it with your mouth.”
Something was very different about her Master tonight. There was an urgency to his movements and his voice sounded more feral than normal. It caused her head to spin. Her fingers were working independently of her brain because his cock was in her mouth before she knew it.
She closed her eyes and moved up and down him quickly and desperately. She sucked on each pull and massaged with her tongue on each forward motion. She was moving so fast it was erratic and half frantic. Judging by the hands fisting her hair and the grunts escaping his throat, her Master seemed to be enjoying himself regardless.
“Stop,” he commanded as he pulled his hips back from her. She was panting and short of breath as he grabbed under her arms and lifted her up, sitting her on the edge of the table. He gripped the hem of her dress, which was resting at her hips, and pulled it over her head with practiced ease. “Lay back,” he barked as he quickly slid her knickers down her legs and tossed them aside. The minute she was recumbent, he spread her legs wide and hooked her knees into the bend of his elbows. His lidded and hungry irises were staring at her cunt rapaciously. A shift in position and he was lined up perfectly allowing him to thrust forward and impale his cock into her so hard she let out a yelp.
It was shortly followed by a wailing keen of need and a choked “Oh fuck, yes!” as he pounded in and out of her. After a few more thrusts, he pulled away and dropped to his knees, his face buried in her folds as his strong hands held her thighs wide apart. His tongue was fucking her as his nose rubbed her clit causing her to ground her hips into his face.
Her legs clamped his head as her first orgasm hit. He did not relent, if anything his mouth became more needy as he lapped up everything she had to give. When his finger prodded her rear entrance and his teeth moved to her clit, the second orgasm hit. Her pussy was quivering, and she felt lightheaded. “Please. Master. No more. I… I can’t…”
“Yes you can, and you will, my little slut. Your pussy is just getting started.”
“Oh, Gods. I can’t…”
Suddenly he was standing and gripped her hips, flipping her over. She heard the sound of his belt as it slid through the loops of his trousers as the buckle jingled. She braced herself just before the first slap of the leather landed across both buttocks.
“Talking out of turn and attempting to deny me, Miss Granger, earns you a much-needed spanking.”
The second slap hurt no more than the first. It was obvious he was going easy on her with his strikes and this was all for fun and pleasure.
“Yes, sir. I’m a bad girl.”
The next slap was a touch harder and she threw her hand over her mouth realizing she had talked out of turn again.
She heard him chuckle before the next strike landed with a bite to her left cheek before another that was equally hard landed on her right.
She heard the belt drop as he fell to his knees once again, this time spreading her bum cheeks as well as her labia. She started when his tongue assaulted her puckered hole before moving south and feasting on her clit, instantly causing orgasm number three to ripple though her core.
She felt like a limp, wet noodle and couldn’t even make another sound as he stood and slid his cock inside of her once again. He grasped her hips and held tight as he pumped in and out no more than five times before tensing and grunting out his release.
Severus draped himself over her, both of them breathing rapidly, her back wet from sweat and sticking to his shirt, which he had never removed. After a moment, he stood and assisted her to stand not saying anything as he continued to catch his breath. She watched as he pulled up the pants that had fallen to his ankles.
She felt flushed and winded but her senses were coming back to her and she realized she needed to get dressed as well. Reaching up and touching her head, she found her loose chignon was collapsed on the right side, but one pin was holding on for dear life to the hair tucked on the left. Her bra still on, she scanned the floor for her knickers and spotted them under the sideboard. Bending over to pick them up, she found her balled up dress and pulled it over head, pulling it down to her thighs. Walking to the mirror, her eyeliner was smudged giving her dark circles, and her lipstick was smeared onto her left cheek and her chin. She rubbed her fingers over the smudged makeup, but it only seemed to make it worse. She needed her wand or some soap.
Frustrated, she pulled the left hair pin loose, allowing her hair to fall evenly, though messily down her back. Her dress was a wrinkled mess. Sighing heavily, she padded back to the kitchen. Tears began to pool as she realized she had accidently turned the dial to broil instead of off. Turning it to the correct position, she opened the oven to find the steaks black and ruined as a big cloud of smoke billowed into her face. When the smoke detector began to screech, the first tear fell. She grabbed her wand off the counter and silenced the alarm before casting an Evanesco, banishing the smoke into nonexistence. Pulling the steaks from the oven, she dared cut into one just to be sure it was non-salvageable. She shouldn’t have bothered. They were burned and overcooked all the way through. Another silent tear fell down her cheek as she put down the knife.
When she heard him enter the kitchen behind her, she turned to face him. He had a smile as he tightened a loose cufflink, looking every bit as immaculate as he had when he arrived.
He froze when he met her eyes and noticed her tears. “What’s wrong?” he asked, a completely clueless look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” she responded, disbelieving. “What’s wrong?” She continued with trembling fury. “What’s wrong is our dinner, that I spent hours preparing, is ruined! What’s wrong is that I spent a lot of time and put a lot of thought into our date tonight. I wanted us to have a romantic dinner, you know…the dinner that I invited you for?”
His brow crinkled. “Why do I sense you are angry at me?”
“Ten points to the Potions master for his powers of deduction,” she snapped.
“Whoa, what the hell is this about? How is it my fault?”
“It’s your fault because you coerced me into sex when I was trying to get dinner together!”
“You could have said no.”
“Oh really,” she crossed her arms, “and just when was I supposed to do that?”
He was staring at her, apparently speechless.
“Perhaps I should have said that dinner would be ruined if you didn’t stop? Oh wait! I did that!” She looked up at the ceiling as she tapped her chin with her index finger. “Or, maybe I should have simply agreed to sex, but insist it wait until after we eat?” She mock laughed. “Oh, that’s right! I did that as well.
“Oh, I know! When you wrapped your arms around me and grabbed my wrists, I should have used my Jedi mind tricks to make you remove them.”
“You’re being ridiculous and childish. If you had told me no, I would have stopped.”
“But, you didn’t, Severus! I did ask you to stop, I did ask you to wait, but you pulled the Dominance trump card on me. You guilted me and taunted me for not obeying my Master. You know I don’t ever want to deny you anything.”
“Well, how am I supposed to know that?” He threw his arms to the side, his own anger mounting.
“Oh you know, alright. Don’t play dumb and act like you weren’t manipulating me!” Her hands were crossed tightly over her chest.
“Let me get this straight. You’re angry because I wanted to have sex with you? If you want to be angry with someone, be angry with yourself for not having the ability to say no. I’m not a mind reader.”
She wiped her eyes as fresh, angry tears developed. She sniffled and looked down. Her voice was soft with hurt. “I had such a nice evening planned. A Saturday night romantic dinner. I dressed up for you and wanted to serve a delicious meal.” She looked own at her wrinkled dress and threw her hands in the air, her voice sounding defeated. “I bought this dress just for tonight and now I’m an absolute train wreck. I wanted tonight to be special.”
His voice was stilted. “Well, I thought what we just did was pretty special. I didn’t hear you complaining. At least not during the act.” He looked towards the oven, suddenly remembering. “Wait, you turned off the oven. When I released your hands. If the oven was turned off, then it didn’t burn while we were fucking, Hermione.”
His condescending tone only made her angrier. She rolled her eyes and huffed. “I couldn’t see what I was doing because while you did release my hands, your tongue was determining furniture placement in my mouth and I couldn’t see what I was doing.”
“If my kiss was so unwelcome, you should have made it known.” His tone was icy.
“That’s not what I meant, Severus.”
Snape closed his eyes briefly and reopened them. “All I know is I had a shit day and I arrived here to find you dressed like a woman who wants to get fucked. I needed you and desired you. 9 was not returned.”
Hermione’s jaw dropped. “You are deliberately misinterpreting my words so that you don’t have to apologize. There is no way you are actually this obtuse. And, yes, I wanted to look sexy for you! That does not mean I wanted you to disrespect me and disregard and ignore the dinner that I slaved over. I don’t like being taken for granted!”
He stared at her for a few seconds and responded in his signature Professor Snape clipped tone from her youth, “Neither does my tongue.”
When he turned away and left the kitchen, she followed him. “Where are you going?”
“Home to some peace. Lucius and I spent the entire afternoon arguing with our accountant and ended up firing him for his incompetence. While your nosing around in Dungeon affairs - that weren’t actually your business - might have saved us a few Galleons, you also opened a whole other can of snitches. Lucius is on a tear insisting we go through every bloody accounting transaction over the past six years. I’m not sure the headache is worth the savings. Then I come here, having been thinking about tonight and looking forward to seeing you, and I arrive to find you stunningly beautiful to the point that I couldn’t think straight. Forgive me for responding to what you were dishing out.”
She watched in disbelief as he fastened his robes. “Don’t go, Severus,” she said softly with a touch of desperation. How had this gotten so turned around on her? She wasn’t at fault, here! “We need to talk this out.”
“I have nothing left to say and I’m tired.” He turned back to her. “Later, when you are looking in the mirror, if you find the Hermione who actually takes ownership of her mistakes and who appreciates her Master, send her over. I don’t think I much care for the Hermione I’m looking at right now.”
And then he was gone. Hermione didn’t know whether she was angry or hurt as the two were battling for supremacy. What the fuck just happened? She stared into the hearth for a full minute, hoping he would come back. When it was obvious he wasn’t, she walked to the stereo and turned it off. It was then that she noticed the candlesticks and place settings sitting on the floor near the sofa.
Seeing the centerpiece with old roses brought a whole new hurt. He didn’t bring me tea roses tonight. While she was constantly telling the man he did not need to bring her flowers every time they went out or he came over, it had been a tradition since their first date. It was rather ironic that tonight was the night he didn’t feel compelled to bring them.
She stomped back to the kitchen as tears turned to sobs. She tossed all the food into the trash and dumped the dishes into the sink. Unable to deal with washing and cleaning up, she grabbed her mostly full wine glass and drank it down. She then picked up Severus’ barely touched glass and marched to her bedroom where she changed into a t-shirt and sleeping shorts. She crawled on her bed and cradled her head in her hands as the events of the evening played over and over again in her head like a broken record. How can he not understand? She took a few sips of wine. Lucius wouldn’t have behaved that way.
A new set of tears welled. Tears for the blond friend she was missing. If only I could talk to him. He would validate my feelings. Not only that, but Lucius knew Snape better than anyone. She could really use his advice right about now.
Then it hit her. Write in your journal, Hermione! Even though she knew he wouldn’t see it, as he had certainly either ended the magic linking the notebooks or had tucked his away somewhere for good, it was the next best thing to talking to him.
After a moment’s further contemplation, she opened her bedside drawer and pulled out the journal and a pen.
Saturday, May 12^th, 2007
Lucius,
Even though I know you’ll never see this, I really need your friendship right now. This journal makes me feel connected to you and I’ve missed that closeness…so much. So, I’ll pretend you’re actually reading what I enter because it gives me peace.
Severus and I had a fight tonight. I’m so incredibly hurt and angry. I fixed a special dinner that was spoiled because he didn’t respect my boundaries and manipulated me into submitting to him in a frenzied and heated encounter that left my attire and the meal ruined. I resisted him and told him dinner would spoil and yet he didn’t relent.
I gave in when he pulled the Master trump card. Perhaps I should have safe worded? I’m suddenly feeling I’m to blame. He left here angry and accused me of not desiring him and not being able to stand up for myself. He basically said I was weak. Perhaps he’s right? Oh, no. This is all my fault. I’m so confused….
Hermione
Lucius retired to his study after a light dinner. It had been a grueling day. He was glad he had talked Severus into having two of the casual floor managers work tonight in their stead so they could have the evening off after pouring over tax forms all day. The more he looked at the accounting records, the more questions he had. Severus was no help at all as all he had done was grouse and groan about the tediousness of it all. Easy for him, he wasn’t the money backing partner. Lucius loved his best friend, but the man could be quite selfish and immature sometimes.
He put Snape out of his mind as he looked over the Manor’s expense ledgers for the prior month of April. Dipping his quill into the ink bottle, Lucius was disgruntled to find the cap had not been tight and the ink had dried up. He opened his desk drawer to grab another bottle, moving the ring he had tossed there weeks ago to the side. He paused when he found it was warm. Cautiously, he pulled out the jewelry that had been magically connected to Hermione’s journal and looked at it. How odd.
Curious, he opened the bottom drawer where the no longer used journal lay. Opening its cover, he flipped the pages, shocked to find a new entry. An entry written only moments before.
He read it once, twice, three times before his heart stopped pounding. Whatever had occurred, as the facts were rather vague, his girl was upset. That was all that mattered.
He thought for a moment before opening the new jar of ink and dipping his quill.

May 12^th, 2007 8:30pm
Hermione,
Breathe.
Relax.
I highly doubt you are entirely to blame for your disagreement. Severus can be pig-headed and difficult. And he can get his feelings hurt easier than a Hufflepuff in pigtails.
Your relationship with him is going to have growing pains. The line between vanilla and D/s time is likely to get blurred occasionally and I can only imagine how that could potentially make a mess of things.
I suspect this is another instance of poor communication, and I also suspect that on that front, Severus is largely to blame.
In my experience with the prickly fellow, he usually requires a little cooling off time when his snake scales get ruffled. He can be rather reasonable once he has had a chance to see the error of his ways. When he first realizes his mistake, he’ll have a period of reclusive self-loathing before he finally bucks up the courage to admit he might be at fault. Eventually, he’ll make amends.
Give him time, kitten. This is his way.
I’m pleased you reached out to me and I’m glad that, by fluke, I happened to touch my ring in its drawer to feel its heat. I will check the journal periodically going forward in case you have written me. Don’t forget, your suite is here if you ever have need of it.
Yours,
Lucius
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