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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 Seven
Beta: LadyKardasi
Holy crap, Draco Malfoy got hot. He was actually taller than his father, with broader shoulders and a narrower waist. He was wearing a pair of dark washed blue jeans, low on his hips and was shirtless with a simple pair of leather thong sandals. His muscles were well defined, his jaw line had filled out, and his cheek bones were high. His grey eyes were identical to Lucius'. His white-blond hair was shaved up the sides and back, but left long on top. It was artfully gelled and teased to fall slightly into his eyes.
Hermione felt her eyes widen as a slow, sexy grin crossed his face. He looked like a cat who got the canary…and she was the canary. Her eyes flitted to Lucius who raised an eyebrow at her in amusement, one corner of his mouth quirking into a half smirk. Turning her gaze back to Draco, she squared her shoulders and tilted her chin up, daring him to say anything. He took her dare.
"You got hot, Granger." His voice was light and teasing, his smile staying easy and genuine. It caught her slightly off guard, she couldn't remember a single time Malfoy had ever complimented her.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, feeling defensive. Was he giving her shit? She knew she wasn't ugly, by any means. Physically, she was in downright stunning. To be told she was hot, though? By him? She was waiting for the other shoe to drop. The scathing remarks he was so well known for had to be coming, right? No? It was then she realized the silence was getting awkward. It was her turn to speak.
Begrudgingly, she looked him up and down, letting a nonchalant smile curl her lips. "Not so bad yourself, there, Malfoy."
Obviously, it wasn't what he expected as his eyes rounded out slightly, before narrowing. He seemed to be studying her sincerity. She broke first, walking forward with a hand outstretched. Hadn't Etan just berated her gently for being judgmental? She certainly wasn't the same person she had been all those years ago.
He looked at her hand warily and took a step back, eyes flickering over to his father. Lucius frowned at him questioningly. She paused, a feeling of disbelief crashing over her. Draco Malfoy was still holding on to prejudices? Or was it just her whom he didn't want to touch? The feeling disappeared as he hesitantly reached out and took her outstretched hand in his own. His skin was warm and smooth. "Fancy meeting you here." His tone was teasing. Hermione felt a genuine smile cross her face.
"I heard you were here tonight," she said softly. "I've been on the lookout, not sure what to expect."
"I didn't hear you were here tonight, but I certainly witnessed a show," he winked and groaned inwardly as a light blush rose to her cheeks. There were very few women he ever wanted to Dominate. It had been over a year since he had played the Dom role. But, suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to Dominate this witch. This was Hermione Granger, make that a new and improved Hermione Granger. Sexy and submissive. Christmas had come early and he wanted nothing more than to get a taste. He imagined her soft round bottom perched over a bench – crimson from a good, hard spanking. Her pretty pink mouth would look gorgeous full of a red ball gag. He could see himself with a leather paddle in his hand. Or a whip could be fun. His mind started to whirl. She could be extremely fun to do a consensual non-consensual scene with…if she was into that sort of thing. That was one type of scene where he very much enjoyed being the Top. Their shared history and animosity could make it extra spectacular.
Without a second thought, he used the hand he was holding to tug her closer. She gasped as he placed his lips near her ear. "Scene with me, right now. You know it would be explosive," he hissed urgently. It didn't surprise him when she ripped herself away from him, yanking her hand out of his grasp.
"I don't think so," she replied haughtily. "You don't even like me."
"What does that matter?" he grinned at her. "You don't have to like someone to scene with them. Come on, Granger, the thought of spanking your delicious ass is almost more than I can bare."
"Draco, how crass." Lucius rolled his eyes at his son as he joined their little grouping. The panicked look on Hermione's face was making Lucius feel overly protective of her.
"Thank you for the offer, Malfoy," Hermione said coolly. "But I'm not interested."
"Ouch!" Draco winced unconvincingly, being his huge grin seemed to only spread further. "I'll convince you eventually." He winked again. "I saw Miriam come in a bit ago, Father. I think I'm going to see if she would like to play. Granger." He nodded a farewell to Hermione and took his leave.
Hermione started after him, completely flabbergasted. He wanted to scene with her? What kind of alternate universe had she walked into?
"You'll have to forgive my son, Miss Granger," Lucius drawled. His voice sent a cascade of awareness straight to her groin. He grinned when she noticeably shifted her weight in agitation. "The boy has never really learned proper manners. Something that most people of your generation lack."
Hermione tilted her head, feeling offended and opened her mouth to say so when she caught herself. He was watching her with an expectant expression. Bastard was testing her. She slowly closed her mouth, relishing the twinkle that shone in his eyes.
"How rude, Master Lucius," she said, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. "Trying to catch me in a moment of weakness? You know exactly how Draco makes me feel, sir." She kept her voice soft and sweet. "Taking advantage of that could be considered a deliberate set up to make me fail." She jutted out one hip and rested her hand on it, popping her lower lip into a pout. "You don't really want me to fail, do you…sir?" Hermione looked up at him through her lashes, gratified when he swallowed hard.
"I think the possibility of you failing anyone here gets smaller every time you open your mouth, Doll," Lucius said silkily.
"Thank you, sir," she whispered seductively. "That means so much, coming from you." Hermione was enjoying their little game.
"Hermione," Etan called out as he and Rose came up behind Lucius. "I'm really sorry, Michael has changed his mind about taking on a submissive at this time. He feels he probably needs to work with someone who has more experience than you. He told me to pass on to you that he found you exquisite. He was nervous about working with you, being who you are."
Lucius watched with a slight frown as Hermione's face fell and a look of uncertainty crossed it. "He didn't even want to speak with me?" she asked quietly.
Etan looked uncomfortable for a moment and exchanged a glance with Malfoy. "No, Doll, I'm sorry."
"Hermione," Lucius said softly. "You did nothing wrong, you're being too hard on yourself."
Hermione wasn't sure why she felt so upset. She hadn't really been interested in him, anyhow. Michael's stature had been too small for her liking and it made her nervous he was newly trained with no experience training a sub. It seemed as though, selfishly, she had just wanted to be wanted.
"Yes, sir," Hermione murmured. "Thank you for saying that."
Rose closed the distance between her and Hermione and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Don't think about it, Hermione. It took me many tries before I found the right Dom to train me."
Hermione searched the brunette's eyes for a moment before offering a small smile. "Thanks, Rose. I'm sure I'll find someone."
Lucius cleared his throat with a raised eyebrow and Hermione felt herself flush. Once again, she wondered if she should just take Lucius up on his offer. "I know your offer still stands, sir," she said kindly. "I appreciate it. I don't know why it bothers me Master Michael wasn't interested, he was newer to the scene himself, and I can't imagine I would have been comfortable with his inexperience."
Lucius nodded while Etan began to speak. "Can I give you a pointer, Doll?" He noticed Lucius look at him oddly. "Do you like it, Lucius? It's my understanding you gave her the nickname. Telling her she looked like a porcelain doll? Rose and I decided it would be fun to refer to her as the Doll of The Dungeon."
Lucius crossed his right arm over his chest to cup the elbow of his left arm as it raised his face, his forefinger and thumb framing his chin and lips in contemplation. He smirked as he gave a nod. "It suits her well. Do you like it, Doll?" he asked.
She blushed and gave an affirmative answer. "I do."
"Back to my pointer," Etan continued. "You should not call every Dominant 'Master,'" he said kindly. "Master Snape and Master Lucius are owners here, and they are given that title out of respect. I would prefer you call me Etan and I'm sure Rose would prefer it as well. I am her Master. It is a title I have earned through much trust building with her. Also, it's quite impossible to know who is a Top and who is a bottom until you are told. Wait to be introduced or introduce yourself politely. Ask what people wish to be called. Most Doms do not care how you address them as long as it is done with respect. When you find your Master, and have that connection with him, you'll understand the significance of the title more thoroughly. Do you have any questions?"
"No, sir," Hermione said with a smile. "Thank you for clarifying that for me."
"My pleasure." Etan returned her smile, clasping his hands behind his back. "Rose and I are planning on retiring for the evening. I understand it is still early, but we are a bit jet legged from our honeymoon. You are more than welcome to stay, but we are also happy to escort you to the Apparition point if you are ready to leave."
Hermione glanced at Lucius out of the corner of her eye. She didn't really want to leave yet, but she also didn't want to stay here alone. She faltered for a moment, not sure how to answer.
"I am afraid I have an appointment, Miss Granger," Lucius said hesitantly after an awkward pause. "I would have loved to keep you company this evening if I had known you would be here on your own. I do apologize."
"Oh, no, sir," Hermione said automatically, trying to stem the inexcusable twinge of envy that coursed through her. She hoped she hid her disappointment. "I completely understand. I have actually had quite a long week." She turned to Eton and smiled. "I will walk out with you, Etan…Rose. I thank you for your offer."
"Goodnight, Master Lucius," Rose said softly, smiling up at him. Etan shook his hand.
"I do wish I didn't have a prior engagement, Doll," Lucius said regretfully as he took Hermione's hand. He pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles, gritting his teeth when she shivered at the contact. Bloody hell, I should just tell the other witch I changed my mind.
"Have a wonderful time this evening, Master Lucius." Her voice was not quite dismissive, but wasn't as warm as it had been moment before. Was she…jealous? How deliciously…interesting.
"Thank you, Doll," he said sincerely. "Will we see you tomorrow night?"
"I do plan on coming back tomorrow," Hermione confirmed.
"Wonderful." He gave her a genuine smile. "Sleep well."
He watched as she crossed the room, following a few steps behind Etan and Rose, arms crossed over her stomach. He hated that she was looking so unsure of herself again. Smile slipping, he realized he needed to have a chat with Snape. He was positive his friend had turned off this Michael fellow. While Lucius secretly applauded his friend's tenacity, he knew the man had no intention of training Granger himself. Snape needed to back off and let her find someone who was willing to train her. If he blocked every Dom who took interest in her, she could wind up in a dangerous situation. Granger was obviously experiencing some sub-frenzy, which can happen when a new sub enters the scene. Lucius would hate for her to find herself in a sketchy situation. He understood that she was excited and feeling some self-affirmation, but her excitement could get her in trouble. Especially if it was being egged on by jealousy and frustration.
Lucius decided that he would tell Snape to back off. He would also ask around to see if anyone he trusted was interested in training a submissive and help Etan find someone for the girl. Part of him hoped she would change her mind and agree to train with him, but he respected her decision to experience a bit more.
He started scanning the crowd, looking for his best friend. After an age, he spotted the man's black robes disappearing up the stairs and started after him. Lucius followed at a distance, relieved to find Snape heading towards his office. It would be much easier to talk with him privately there. It was becoming busy and the bar area was packed with bodies, he had to excuse himself through the throng of eclectic witches and wizards. Finally, he knocked on Snape's door.
"Enter."
"We need to talk." Confronting Snape was always a risky task, one he had undertaken many times throughout the years. However, confronting Snape about a woman…well. Let's just say it was his least favorite thing to do.
Snape sat back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of his lips and raising his eyebrows. "About…?"
"I think you know, Snape," Lucius sighed deeply and settled into the leather chair opposite his friend's desk.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Snape remained aloof as he returned to his quill and ledgers.
"Did you turn Michael McConnel off Granger?" Lucius stated his inquiry bluntly, it was the best approach with Severus Snape.
Snape very slowly lowered the quill and raised his dark and brooding eyes to the blond man sitting in front of him. "And why would I do that?" He sneered.
"Because you want her." Again, Lucius' words were simple.
Snape knit his brows together in an impressive attempt to look confused. A lesser person would have believed the man, Lucius did not.
"Cut the bullshit, Snape," he snapped. "You cock-blocked McConnel. Fine. I actually applaud it, he was a poor match for her. However, do you realize what you did to Granger?"
"I did nothing to Granger." He replied dismissively as he looked over the prior evening's ledgers.
"I don't believe you intended it, but your actions have consequences." Lucius felt maddened. "You of all people should know this."
There was a pregnant pause before Snape snapped, finally looking up. "What did I apparently do to Miss Granger?"
"Made her feel insecure when she was told McConnel had changed his mind about meeting her, after watching her with another woman. Her first time with another woman."
Snape's only reaction was a light paling to his complexion, his expression remained unchanged. He didn't speak.
"I think we give Miss Granger too much credit," Lucius continued softly after a beat. "We know her as a powerful witch, an influential solicitor. She is strong, brave, and not afraid to fight for what she believes in." He sighed and wiped a hand down his face before rubbing his thumb and forefinger on his forehead. "She has proven to have a true inclination to submissiveness, which I think you and I both find utterly beguiling.
"I know Miss Granger is a formidable woman, someone not to be trifled with in her everyday life but … Snape. You and I both know very well that the strongest of people entering this lifestyle can be horribly insecure in their sexuality. The bit of her past she shared with me makes me feel positive her bravado is a front to cover up her true emotions.
"She's sexy, and knows she's got a beautiful body. She displays confidence, but looked for assurance during our scene more than once that I was pleased with her. What she told me about her past intimacies was abysmal. I'm sure you got the same story – I know the questions you ask. Three orgasms…I mean…who the hell was she sleeping with?!" Snape snorted his agreement, but Lucius barely paused for a breath.
"She is not confident in the bedroom, Snape. She's watching for your approval. She's watching for mine, and Etan's, and I believe she'll watch every Dom who interacts with her. She needs to be brought up, not torn down. She is not cocky or over-confident. She is not the Hermione Granger we knew from the war."
He paused again, wanting to make sure his words were just right. "I don't know what happened between the two of you, and I don't want you to tell me." Lucius sat forward in his chair, a determined look on his face. "The girl wants you. Don't ask me the fuck why, because I haven't a clue." His tone was still serious, but laced with enough irony to let his friend know he was giving him a hard time. "If you're not going to figure out what it is that transpired between the two of you, you could at least give her the courtesy of backing the fuck off so she can figure out what she wants on her own."
"And why do you suddenly feel like the chit's keeper, Malfoy?" Snape said snidely after a brief break in the conversation. A deep frown was etched into his face, bringing out the groove between his eyebrows. He hated the way Lucius seemed so possessive of the girl.
"Because I saw the confusion and hurt on her face tonight when Etan told her McConnel changed his mind about meeting her." Lucius sat back in the leather chair once again. He crossed his ankle over his opposite knee while taking in Snape's slight wince.
After a somewhat uncomfortable silence, Snape gave a brief nod. "Your concern is noted. I appreciate you being honest with me. I will find something to…distract myself from Miss Granger. I entrust you and Etan can help her find what she is looking for without my assistance?"
Lucius knew he was being dismissed and gave a rueful shake of his head. "Why do I have a feeling what I just said went in one ear and out the other, old friend?"
"Perhaps because you've always been a very perceptive man, Malfoy," Snape returned, dismissing Lucius with an annoyed wave of his hand. "Good-night."
Lucius stood and took a couple of steps towards the office door. "I'm serious, Severus. The girl is vulnerable. Take responsibility for her, or back off."
"I have heard what you said, Lucius." Snape's voice was quite cool. "Good-night," he repeated.
Lucius left without another word.
The next evening, Hermione made her way into The Dungeon and decided not to seek out any of the people she knew. She wanted time to just observe without being beholden to anyone's expectations or whims.
She wore a simple plum colored cocktail dress that she had donned numerous times over the last few years. It sported an off the shoulder neckline with short sleeves and an A-line design. The only thing that was special about it was the high-low hem line, the front falling to about three inches above her knees and the back falling just below her knees. She had on black silk stockings with garter belt and stays over her black lace panties. Again, she wore no bra. Hermione had chosen her outfit for the night carefully, focusing on it being simple, elegant, and not too revealing. She didn't want to draw attention to herself.
Masking her identity from even those she knew would prove to be a bit more difficult with how wild her hair usually was. She had taken the time to make her ringlets silky smooth before wrapping a braid around the crown of her head and piling her curls up into the middle of it.
It was after eleven at night when she arrived and, making sure her mask was in place, she skipped the bar and headed straight into the basement. The Dungeon was the busiest she had ever seen it. Apparently, it was a demonstration night. There was a crowd around the stage, and two small alcoves she had not noticed on her last couple forays were lit and occupied. One alcove sported a few people engaged in rope play, the other a whipping demonstration. The largest crowd was in front of the stage, however. She moved towards it.
Suddenly, the house lights dimmed and the stage lights came on gently, giving it a soft glow. Hermione was apparently just in time for a show, and excitement shot through her. She had been eager to witness a demonstration. The stage was set up so that observers could stand anywhere around it, except for behind it. A lovely redhead was kneeling, facing the crowd. Her legs were shoulder width apart, her posture was perfect with a slightly arched back. Hands resting palms up, her head was bowed with her gaze on the floor in front of her. Her striking red hair was pulled into a long braid that draped halfway down her back. Hermione guessed the submissive to be approximately thirty-three to thirty-five years in age. She presented a stunning and quite perfect naked form- neither too thin nor too heavy set. Hermione felt like a tiny twig compared to her.
There was a movement of black from the back of the stage, and Hermione gasped as Severus Snape entered the room. Instantly, she started to push her way closer to the stage.
Snape's dark hair, unreadable eyes, and signature black attire matched his enrapturing voice and all around mysterious persona. This made him an obvious favorite among the submissives, if the murmuring in the crowd was any indication. On stage, however, he made much more than just an impression. He owned the room, and he knew it.
All eyes were on the stage as he began to circle the kneeling witch at his feet. A soft spotlight was centered on her kneeling form, her pale skin practically glowing. The dark form of Snape circling her was a rich and dramatic contrast. Light and dark, good and evil, submissive…and Dominant. Behind them, a table was set with a few implements. Hermione could see a few different sized canes, a flogger, rope, and a couple of candles burning.
Snape was speaking to the witch, but Hermione heard no words. He looked…almost dangerous. It was an "in control" dangerous, though. He seemed to be searching the crowd, his face severe, his muscles taught with anticipation. Her ex-professor paused momentarily when he briefly met her eyes, but seemed to dismiss her before moving back to his topic of discussion with the submissive. He wore a pair of black slacks with his trademark dragon hide boots, and a button-down style dress shirt. The sleeves were undone and rolled to his elbows, the shirt was untucked. The top few buttons had been left open, showing a hint of dark chest hair contrasting on alabaster skin. Hermione had a hard time ripping her eyes away from the enigmatic man, but did so that she could take in the woman beside him.
Hermione's attention was jerked quickly away, however, as the crowd fell into a dead silence when Snape spoke loudly. "Britt. Tonight, for the purpose of this demonstration, you will address me as Master." Hermione's heart leapt and a touch of anger lit in her belly. Promptly, she knew she was jealous. It only intensified when Snape paused behind Britt and stroked her head softly. She was started out of her jealousy when Snape suddenly pulled the witch's braid, forcing her head back. This extreme position demonstrated how limber the redhead was - her back arched impossibly and her eyes met his as he continued to tower behind her. Clearly pleased, Snape stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and then petted her head once again as if she were a feline. Judging by her reaction to his touch, one could almost imagine that she was actually purring.
Hermione gritted her teeth, but continued to take in the woman's appearance. Now that she was in closer proximity to the stage, and could see better, she realized the witch was far more than beautiful. Her face was exquisite. A perfectly shaped oval structure that was highlighted by high cheek bones and large, wide eyes framed with thick lashes. Her eyes looked to be either blue or green. Her expression was calm, cool, and very collected, even with Snape cranking her body into that bowed position. Hermione knew if she had been the one on the stage, she would have been a trembling mess.
"Britt, what are your safe words this evening?" Snape's rumbling baritone threw Hermione's train of thought off its tracks. Her amber eyes focused on him intently as his dark eyes focused solely on the redhead as he pushed her head forward to its prior position and moved to her side.
"Yellow and red, Master." Merlin, even her voice is pretty. It was feminine and soft, yet it had a sultry undertone to it.
Severus looked out at the crowd as he spoke. "For tonight and for the understanding of our observers this evening, I would like you to use green as well." His gaze settled on Hermione again and she bristled. She was almost positive he recognized her. Was that last statement for her? For the understanding of our observers? She began fuming silently. He looked back down at Britt, her position was now to his right. "Tell me your safewords again."
"Yes, Master. My safewords are green for go, yellow for caution, and red for stop."
"Britt, tell me why we are here this evening." Once again Snape's eyes moved to the crowd, taking in the new faces that had entered the large room. Hermione's gaze moved with his, and she felt a jolt when she realized both Malfoy men were standing just opposite of her on the other side of the stage. Draco caught her eye and grinned.
Hermione pressed her lips into a line. So much for her "clever" disguise, apparently.
"Master, this submissive spoke out of turn and with disrespect earlier this week during a private session. This submissive is here for the purpose of her punishment." A public punishment for talking out of turn?! Hermione found that to be a bit extreme.
"Very good, Britt. Now tell me why we are on stage tonight and not in a private room." It seemed to Hermione that Snape had the uncanny ability to read her mind. She glanced up to find Lucius watching her intently, a small frown on his face. Then his attention turned back to his friend on stage.
"Master, this submissive is having her limits pushed to include public punishment. She has performed on stage with Master before, but never when she was to be punished."
Hermione hated the additional stab of jealousy. This was not the first time these two had performed publicly. She pursed her lips tighter.
Snape held his hand up and continued staring into the crowd as a cane flew up from behind him and into his hand. There were a few low gasps, Hermione's among them. His demonstration of wandless magic was a presentation all of its own.
Ignoring the gasps, Snape looked back down at the now slightly trembling submissive beside him. The slight upturn to the corners of his mouth gave away his pleasure at seeing her reaction. His voice was low and quiet, yet still carried throughout the room. "Britt, please stand and approach the whipping bench in the center of the stage."
Hermione's arms crossed protectively around her waist. Perhaps it would be best if she didn't watch this? The ache of envy in her belly intensified. She really didn't want to see Snape with another witch. Of course, she knew he was with other women, he had made that clear. After the intensity of what they had shared the other night, though, she just wasn't sure she wanted to witness it firsthand.
The cane in his left hand, he held his right hand out, palm up, towards Britt. The woman looked up and met his eyes as she gently placed her left hand into his. Once she was standing, Hermione's heart sank.
Britt was very tall and exquisitely elegant with creamy, flawless skin. Her collar bones stood out, her breasts looked soft and were topped with pale pink nipples. Her stomach was not flat, but slightly convex and smoothed into wide hips and elegantly long legs. Hermione had difficulty determining the witch's height from where she was, but would guess her to be between five-foot-seven and five-foot-nine.
A feeling of inadequacy rippled over Hermione like a disillusionment charm, causing a ping of pain in the pit of her chest. She could never compare to a woman like this. It didn't help, either, that Hermione was realizing Snape apparently had a "type." The witch looked very, very similar to Lily Potter and Hermione was quite aware of this significance. She hated the lump that formed in her throat. What the hell was her problem? It's not like Snape was hers. Damn him for making her feel this way.
A large part of her wanted to listen to the voice that was telling her to turn and run away, but the smaller part of her – the one that was morbidly curious about the scene she would witness – forced her to stay. Besides her curiosity, she could feel the palpable excitement from those in the audience.
Something niggled in the back of her mind, a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was almost as if…don't be ridiculous, Hermione. She shook her head, but couldn't quite get the notion out of her cognizance that he was doing this to prove something to her.
Hermione watched with growing trepidation as Britt promptly walked to the bench and circled behind it so that she was facing the front of the stage and the crowd.
Snape stalked towards the redhead. "Lean over the bench so that your bottom is in the proper position." He said commandingly. The tenor of his voice sent shivers of pleasure down Hermione's spine.
Britt leaned forward and over the bench, leaving her bottom on display for the Dominant in black beside her. Her head draped on the side facing the crowd, her bottom was facing the back of the stage. Suddenly, a large mirror appeared on the upper center of the platform, giving the audience a clear view of her arse.
Severus's attention was now solely on the witch beside him, but Hermione's gaze never left him as he once again circled the witch, lightly tapping the cane against his leg. Once he was on her left side, he stepped closer. Moving the cane to his right hand, he lifted his left hand once again to pull her braid so that she was facing up and looking into the crowd.
The attention of the audience was torn between her face before them and her ass on display in the mirror. Hermione's attention was on the Master, her breathing had accelerated. She had no idea that Lucius Malfoy watched her with growing concern. She did not witness Draco's look of confusion as he watched his father watch Hermione.
If Hermione had been looking, she would have seen Britt's face display a mixture of anticipation, fear, and excitement. Severus tapped her rear lightly. "What color are we?"
"Green, Master." Britt's voice had a slight tremor to it. Snape moved the cane back to his left hand as his right hand lightly rubbed her bum. The minute his hand touched her, her eyes fluttered and she let out a slow breath. The ugly green of jealousy reared its head a little more forcefully; this time the feeling exploded in Hermione's chest. She cast her eyes down to the floor of the dais, feeling tears prick. She was embarrassed this scene was affecting her so.
Snape's beautifully hypnotic voice filled Hermione's ears again. "Eight warm up slaps will come from my hand. Sixteen punishment strikes will come from my cane." After a brief pause, he asked her once again. "What color, pet?"
"Green, Master."
Almost instantly, his hand came down on her. Hermione jumped in shock as the sound reverberated through the room, her eyes flying back to the scene before her. The first slap was followed instantly by another and then another. Hermione felt her heart rate accelerate tenfold, the "punishment" he had given her the other night was a joke in comparison. She winced as the hits continued to come fast, appearing to strike Britt on various target points of each of her cheeks and at the junction where her thighs and bottom met. After the eighth slap, he stopped and stepped back, assessing the girl.
For the first time since Britt had stood, Hermione looked at her face. It was flushed pink, her brow crinkled tight. She had not made a sound, which Hermione grudgingly found admirable. She would most likely have cried out from the force of those blows. The curly haired-brunette's gaze moved back to the man. His face spoke of confirmation, he knew his submissive witch was loving this. Hermione could see how much this pleased him, and her arms tightened around her waist, nails of each hand biting into the elbows of the opposite arm. She looked to the Malfoy men and was startled to see Lucius watching her closely with a guarded expression as Draco hissed in his father's ear. She attempted a weak smile, but really just felt like bursting into tears. Why does this feel so personal?
Hermione's attention was pulled back to the stage as Snape spoke again. "You will count and thank me after each strike of the cane." Hermione felt her eyes widen behind her mask.
All attention from the crowd was on the mirror as the cane struck her with a loud thwack right across the middle of both her cheeks, causing the witch to flinch slightly. Hermione's hand flew to her throat with surprise as she watched the line across the witch's backside go from bright white to hot pink in the matter of a second. That hit had been hard, and the witch hadn't make a sound. Dismay flooded Hermione when Britt's voice rang out strong. "One. Thank you, Master."
Another blow struck slightly lower than the first, another line bloomed quickly. "Two. Thank you, Master."
This continued and Hermione began to wince with every hit. Disappointment coursed through her when she realized that she could never live up to this performance. Not any time soon, anyway. She had been foolish to think Snape would want her. Of course he didn't, not when he could have a witch like this. She felt a tear trickle behind her mask and cursed it silently. She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, willing herself back in control.
It wasn't until the twelfth strike that Britt's voice started to quiver. Hermione couldn't blame her, she was positive she would have been a bawling mess if she had been in the other girl's shoes. Each strike had been harder than the prior, the last one had made an audible whistle as it flew through the air before landing. A ripple of quiet whispers started as the crowd watched the redhead endure what was clearly a very painful punishment. Her face was red, her body had a sheen of sweat on it, and her voice was extremely weak after the fourteenth strike.
Hermione watched in a mixture of unease and respect as Britt seemed to pull strength from within herself with the last two strikes as evidenced by her voice becoming stronger. Her eyes looked determined. Her bum, on the other hand, clearly displayed what she had endured. Swollen red marks were abundantly visible in the mirror. Hermione could not believe the witch's face was dry from any form of tears.
After the last strike, Britt closed her eyes and heaved a deep breath out as Snape gently rubbed her bottom. A slight upturn to the corners of his mouth told the audience he was pleased. It was known by most members that these two scened together frequently and this public display proved how compatible they were. Hermione was no fool – she saw it, too. Her eyes fell downcast. She felt defeated. How was it she could feel so beaten when she had never even been in the game? Because you thought you were in it. She had been deluding herself.
She was startled when she felt a warm hand on her lower back, and looked up into the face of Lucius Malfoy. Hermione despised the sympathetic look in his eyes, hated that he seemed to know how she was feeling.
Snape's voice brought her back to the scene in front of her. It was soothing and sultry. "You have pleased me, my pet. You have pleased me enough to earn a reward. You may ask of me one thing and if I find it agreeable, I will grant it."
Britt's eyes were still closed as a light smile played upon her lips. "Please, Master. Please fuck me."
Snape had stood back and was watching her, his arms crossed in front of him, the cane nowhere to be seen. "Fuck you with what, pet?"
"Your cock, Master. Please fuck me with your cock and make me come." Hermione froze in shock. She definitely did not want to see this. Lucius stiffened beside her, and she welcomed his soft words in her ear.
"Let's walk away, Doll," he said quietly. "I can see you're upset." For some reason, though, Hermione was unable to tear her eyes away and she didn't answer the man standing next to her.
Instead, she waited for the answer from the man on stage. Snape pursed his lips slightly and she hoped for a moment he would refuse. Her hopes were quickly dashed. "I will grant you your wish. However, you will not come."
There were a few chuckles in the crowd as Britt's face fell. Surprisingly, Hermione felt a bit of outrage for the woman on stage. All that, and she wasn't even going to be allowed to come?
Severus wasn't smiling, but his eyes danced with delight at the submissives torture. "Ah, Britt. I told you I would grant you one wish. You requested two. I will fuck you with my cock and I will enjoy it." He paused here and his eyes purposely sought out Hermione. He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Perhaps, next time you won't make such an…amateur mistake." Hermione's face drained of all color and her knees trembled. She vaguely heard Lucius swear softly under his breath and the hand at her back became a supportive arm around her waist.
Snape's message had been absolutely clear: He did not want her. He abhorred her inexperience. What they had shared had meant nothing to him. She felt her lips pull down and clenched her jaw to force back her hurt sob. She did not break eye contact with him, she would not let him see how he affected her. He returned his attention to the witch on stage.
Britt's face showed no emotion except for the slight bulge of the vein on her forehead, which made her frustration – and likely humiliation – clear.
Hermione averted her eyes as Snape quickly stepped behind the woman and unfastened his trousers. The mirror had disappeared giving the audience a side view or a view from the front, depending on where they were standing. Severus ran his fingers along Britt's quim, stroking her wet folds before removing his hardened length from the confines of his clothing. He kept himself fairly well hidden from the crowd, and Hermione refused to look. Hearing was enough.
He positioned himself and slid into Britt quickly, eliciting a moan from her desperate lips. His mouth fell slightly open and he paused briefly before pulling back and sliding forward once again. As his movements quickened, and became more forceful, the redhead moaned and grunted with each thrust. Hermione turned her face into Lucius' shoulder. She hated that this upset her so, hated that Lucius was witnessing her torment. She was grateful for his kindness, however.
After many agonizing minutes, it was suddenly quiet, and Hermione chanced a look back up at the stage. Snape had not made a sound but was still behind Britt, apparently finished. Britt let out a soft whimper as he unsheathed himself, obviously leaving the poor witch in a desperate state of need. The stage went dark and the audience broke out into enthusiastic applause.
Hermione turned her face to Lucius. "Well, that was intense," she said softly, glad her voice betrayed none of her emotion.
"Doll," he said softly, and she flinched at the sympathy in his voice as the volume of the crowd rose around them.
"It's okay," she said quickly, forcing a smile to her face. "Listen, I knew he didn't want me. I guess I was just still a little hopeful he might change his mind." She was pleased to find herself in perfect control. "I just felt like he was trying to prove something to me up there. Isn't that silly?" She let out a very convincing chuckle.
Lucius gazed down at the girl, who was putting on a very good performance full of false bravado. It was taking a lot of effort to control the fury he had with his friend. Little did Granger know, proving something to her was exactly what Snape had been doing. Even after the bloody talk they'd had the night before.
Lucius had his own plans, though. Something he knew that would throw Snape off his mind games. It was being put into effect in three…two…one…action.
"Hey, there, Granger!" Draco swung his arm around Hermione's shoulders and Lucius had to stifle a snort as her eyes went from resolute to glacial in mere milliseconds.
"Malfoy," she drawled sardonically, shrugging off his arm.
"So that was hot. I'm pretty worked up." He winked at her and flashed a dashing grin at his father. "Scene with me tonight?"
Draco watched in amusement as Hermione wrinkled her nose. "No, thank you," she said simply. Lucius had to give it to her – she was being polite. Draco had a knack for bringing out the girl's deepest loathing, and she had been able to keep her usual sound of utter contempt out of her voice. He knew that took real restraint on her part.
Draco started chattering in his normal friendly and playful banter that he used when he flirted with women, and Lucius scanned the crowd. Triumph filled his gaze as his eyes landed on Snape who was making his way through the audience. Act two, Lucius thought. Between himself and Draco, Hermione was blocked from Snape's view. The man was unknowingly heading straight towards her.
Lucius pinched Draco gently on his elbow as Snape drew near enough to hear the conversation.
"C'mon, Granger," Draco said sweetly. "Give it a go…you know with our personalities it would be a dynamic, volatile scene. I bet I could get you off at least half-dozen times."
Lucius actually did snort with that over-exaggerated proclamation, which caused Hermione to look up at him before she answered his son. She froze when she saw Snape, and couldn't help the visual that popped into her head of him taking the beautiful redhead from behind. Jealousy overcame her reason. Lucius grinned to himself, he could practically read her mind. And scene, he thought.
A hard glint of determination filled Hermione's eyes. "You know what, Draco?" she said pleasantly. "I'd love to scene with you." Her eyes never left Snape's and she felt a thrill of satisfaction run through her as the man's face darkened perceptibly.
"Excellent!" Draco said, pretending not to notice this exchange as he caught his father's eye with a gleeful grin. "Let's go upstairs, I know just the thing!"
Without gracing either of the older men with a goodnight, Hermione allowed Malfoy to lace his fingers through hers and pull her through the crowd. She couldn't help one last glance over her shoulder at Snape and felt utterly wicked when his face showed anger as she willingly followed Draco away from him. Then, she turned herself around and left him behind.
Less than five minutes later, however, she was feeling an awful sense of apprehension. What the bloody hell had she been thinking? Draco Malfoy?! He laughed as he rounded on her and saw the look on face.
"Merlin, Granger, I'm not going to murder you," he chortled. "Do calm down." She bit her lower lip as he pulled her through one of the many doors off the long hall. She let out a startled gasp.
Lucius had shown her some of the rooms on the upper floor, but not all of them. Therefore, she was utterly taken aback when Draco pulled her into what looked like the Forbidden Forest. He dropped her hand and watched her, mirth dancing in his eyes as she spun in a stunned circle, eyes darting everywhere.
"Pretty cool, yeah?" he asked. Merlin's pants, Christmas had come early for him! He could NOT believe he was about to scene with Granger. Ever since he had caught wind of her prowess on the Wizengemot floor at the Ministry, he had kept half an eye on the vivacious, influential witch and her tight little body strutting around in those sexy professional clothes. He'd had more than one wank to the thought of her Dominating him. However, when he found out last night she was a submissive…bloody fuck. Game fucking on. He really hoped she'd be up for his scene idea…his father had seemed to think she would be.
What a lucky strike tonight had been, too, with Lucius requesting him to assist with a little set up to knock Snape down a peg. He mentally shook his head. He had no idea why his Father thought scening with Granger would rile up his Godfather, but he wasn't going to think about Snape now.
"So…Granger," he said, grin not leaving his face. "Ever been interested in a consensual non-consensual scene?"
He watched her freeze and her gaze flew to his. He could have come in his pants as he watched the fire in her eyes bloom with excitement. Cockily, he didn't wait for her answer. "No purposefully harmful magic," he directed. "Safewords?"
"Let's just go yellow and red," she answered flippantly. Internally her heart was starting to race. Hermione had regretted agreeing to scene with him the moment she had left the basement. She knew she had only agreed to this to make Snape jealous – as if that were even possible. This was a distraction and Hermione was well aware that it could be a catastrophe in the making. The minute Draco suggested the role play scene, however, she felt her insides flip from disappointment and apprehension to anticipation and excitement. It had been a long-standing fantasy of hers to do such a scene. Even before she had discovered the BDSM world.
"Perfect." He began to stalk her and her eyes widened slightly. "C'mon, Granger. Let's play a little."
Hermione's breath started to accelerate as she looked into his lovely eyes. He was freaking gorgeous. As shallow as it was to her, it helped the situation immensely. No, she didn't like him much, but he had been right. For this kind of scene, the differences they had always shared would only feed the flames of excitement. What were the words he had used? Dynamic and volatile. Oh…yes, she hissed internally. She could feel herself grow wet. It was a shame her dress would most likely get ruined…but at the moment she couldn't find herself caring overly much.
He knew she had fallen into the role play even easier than he had hoped when her facial features moved into a mask of disgust as she crossed her arms over her chest. Draco was elated with her tremble of excitement and the defiant sparkle in her eyes. "If you want to fuck me, Malfoy, you're going to have to force me."
"Well then…" he drawled lazily. "You'd better run and hide, witch. I'm not taking no for an answer."
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission