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The Speed of Thought	By : yeiko87 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 52535 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: WARNING! SMUT...SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT! Also, KINK!

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She could feel his breath, hot on the back of her neck, and it sent a little shiver down her spine, and goosebumps all over her flesh.

His stomach was warm against her buttocks, and she wanted nothing more than to slide herself down just a little bit lower to press her butt up against his crotch. Her heart pounded, and her world became very small, all of her senses performing an astonishing impression of tunnel vision around Snape’s presence near her. Everything in the world that was neither Hermione Granger nor Severus Snape became white noise and settled into the background: All sounds other than his breathing and his voice became a ringing in her ears, off in the distance; all sights other than his large, callused hands wrapped around her wrists became a blur; everything she felt that was not his body touching hers became numb and undefined.

Although nothing explicit was occurring outright, this was the singular most erotic moment of her non-imagined life thus far, and every part of her body was screaming this fact to her.

Her nipples had stiffened into hard little peaks, clearly visible through her blouse, and she felt her knickers become freshly dampened. She had to fight hard to not rub her butt up against Snape’s stomach. She still didn’t dare breathe.

Severus felt her body go rigid, and heard the sharp intake of breath at the sudden contact, still held in her chest. He noted that she still hadn’t lifted herself away from his body, however. He chuckled softly, the noise rippling over her like a drizzle of hot dark chocolate. He dipped his head closer to her ear, allowing his lips to brush against it as he asked her if she would like some assistance. He heard her release an extremely shaky breath, and whisper something utterly incoherent, but with the emphases and fluctuations of pitch intonating a “yes, please...Sir.”

Laughing very softly once more, he lifted her hands up to the book, and supported them there while she got her footing once more. Slowly, unsteadily, she then pushed the heavy book until it hit the back of the shelving unit, and he pulled her hands back to pin them together against the spines of the books nearby. Once again, she whispered something incoherent, intonating a “thank you, Sir,” and continued with her shaky breathing.

He relished having her so unnerved by his proximity.

After a few very tense moments that felt like an eternity to both of them, he dipped his head forward once more, lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, “is there…anything else you would like my assistance with this evening,” he lowered his head further, “…Miss Granger?” As he spoke her name, his lips softly brushed against her neck.

As he pressed his lips lightly to her neck once more, tongue skirting out to flick briefly against her pulse, she tilted her head the other way, exposing more of the sensitive skin to his ministrations, and whimpered softly. She subtly leaned back into him and pressed her rear back into his stomach. She couldn’t think straight anymore; her hormones had gone into high-drive and kicked the rational part of her brain out of the control room, taking complete control of the steering wheel. All she could think about was the sexual ache developing all throughout her body, and her deepening need for his lips and hands on more of her skin.

His heart was pounding. A subconscious sign of submission, the little tilt of her head and the noise which accompanied it set Severus’ hormones into high-drive as well. He let out a low, pleased, dominant rumble against her neck, which caused her to whimper very softly again, and he laved her pulse point with his tongue fully, before beginning to nip, bite and suckle at the skin.

Hermione began whimpering and gasping aloud, arching her back at the sensations. She had, of course, received kisses on her neck before, but never with so much palpable sexual tension thick in the air, and never from Severus Snape. Her nipples positively ached --- they were so stiff it was painful --- and she absently tried to reach down to alleviate her discomfort, but Severus’ hands held her wrists firmly in place high above her head. She whimpered pointedly and began to weakly struggle, arching and straightening her back, tugging on her hands, trying to get something to make contact with her nipples.

“Be still,” he commanded, and his voice held so much authority that Hermione didn’t even begin to question it. She forced herself to stop struggling, but continued to let out soft wordless whimpers, her chest heaving. “What is it that you want, Miss Granger?” he teased, continuing to nibble at her neck. “Do you want me to do something?” She nodded her head quickly and whimpered once more as her face flushed a bright pink with embarrassment. Hearing the formal titled issued from his lips in such an intimate setting was simultaneously arousing and humiliating, and that fact confused her.

“What is it that you want, Miss Granger?” he repeated, teasing her. She glared at the spines of the books in front of her, her face flushing a brighter scarlet, and she forced herself to stutter, “m-my chest…”

“Ah, yes. What about it?” he pushed further, switching to the other side of her neck.

Please don’t make me say it, she thought with humiliation as the sensations continued to grow.

“Imponocarcerous Manus,” he whispered against her neck, and before she could dazedly ask what he meant by that, ropes had suddenly appeared at her wrists, binding them together tightly before securing them to some invisible magical anchoring point in space.

Oh, I’ll have to research that one, thought Hermione to herself foggily.

Snape removed his hands from about her wrists, ghosting his fingertips down her up-stretched arms until he got to her shoulders. He briefly removed a hand from her shoulders to wave it in the air, and Hermione recognized the feeling of a silencing charm going up. Simultaneously, she felt a disillusionment charm ripple into being around the two of them. He returned the hand to her shoulder and resumed both hands’ movements on her body.

Moving his hands in a path down her back and around her shoulder blades, Severus slid his fingertips around her ribcage to the front of her body, and let them come to rest under her breasts. Her chest was still heaving, and she whimpered in earnest at the warmth of his large hands so close to her breasts.

“mmfff..Please…my breasts” She whimpered with stifled urgency as his fingertips danced immediately below the orbs. “Please…touch my breasts,” she finally forced out, eyes squeezed shut, face burning. He smiled against her neck and rumbled a deep, pleased noise as he slid his hands upward to firmly cup and squeeze her breasts. She dropped her head back onto Snape’s shoulder and moaned out breathily. In her head she thought about how amazing it would feel to have those hands touching her bare skin, rather than through her blouse.

He’d been keeping his own telepathic ears open for exactly such suggestions as that, and he removed his hands for just a brief moment to wave them pointedly before her chest. With a whisper of “Divesto,” she was suddenly completely naked from the waist up. Normally she might have panicked at the sudden exposure, but when he placed his warm, callused hands back upon her breasts, all thoughts of resistance vanished from her mind.

Snape was lost in headspace as he fondled her breasts and listened to her whimpers and moans of delight. He took her hardened little nipples between his fingers and her soft breathy moans immediately doubled in intensity. She arched her back sharply, pressing the buds harder into his adept hands as he manipulated the flesh. He laughed, slightly shakily, against her neck. His breathing had gotten a bit shallow as well. Below his waist, he was fully erect and straining against his pants.

His hot touch had alleviated much of the ache in her nipples, but she still wanted more…She wanted more of his mouth on her…more of his tongue…more of his fingers and hands and…and...She didn’t know if she wanted sex just yet, but by god she knew that she wanted more of Severus Snape, and now.

He heard her thoughts, and his heart leapt into his chest. He saw the accompanying images, and it was all he could do to stop himself from leaping forward to fulfill them right then and there. With a whisper of “Accominor Locus,” the bindings on her hands temporarily relaxed just enough for him to reposition her. He placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up, spinning her around to face him. “Sit,” he ordered, and she sat on the step he had lifted her up to. Her wide brown eyes stared up at him, pupils dilated with arousal, and they both froze in the locked gaze for a moment. The tense instant seemed to go on for days, rather than seconds, but the two finally snapped out of it, and Severus placed his hands carefully on her knees, testing the waters. Not receiving any resistance, he slowly slid his hands to where her two knees touched one another, held together tightly as they were, and he oh-so-gently applied pressure on them to encourage her to spread them. She did so eagerly, and he stepped up closer to her, placing his hips slightly closer to her between her now open legs.

She reclined back against the ladder as he bent down, maintaining the smoldering eye-contact. She almost got cold feet and backed out at the intimacy of the look as his face grew closer, but the feel of his hands cupping her breasts, fingers flicking her nipples once more banished the thoughts from her mind.

Her flushed lips dropped open and her face contorted into a soft expression of pleasure as Severus watched. She maintained the gaze they were exchanging, though through heavily-lidded eyes, and his breathing grew more ragged. He plucked and pulled at the buds more rapidly, eliciting small cries from her lips,. He found himself wanting very much to place his mouth over the tips --- to taste her, and to see her reactions to the feeling of his lips and tongue on her clearly very sensitive nipples. Even more so, he wanted to explore the heat radiating from between her legs, but he forced himself to wait.

“mmhnn, Seh---… Snn---…Pro---…mm, Sir, please…please use your mouth,” she breathed to him in between soft moans. Without a moment’s hesitation he dropped to one knee between her legs, his chest about level with her pelvis, and leaned forward. Placing both hands on her ribcage, he bent his head down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

He suckled on it and she immediately began bucking her hips up against his chest, writhing as she let out little moaning sobs of pleasure. Her legs wound about his torso, trying to pull him closer to her as she gyrated against his chest.

She tasted magnificent, and sounded just as incredible at he flicked the little nub in his mouth up and down with his tongue and worried it with his teeth. He slid his arms about her, one going to her back to press her chest harder against his mouth, while the other slide around and under her, gripping one of her ass cheeks and pulling her pelvis tight up against his chest. The apex of her thighs, pressed against his chest now, was positively burning with the heat of her arousal, and he could feel her wetness completely soaking through her panties, leaving a little damp spot on his robes

His breathing hard and ragged, he switched to the other nipple as she continued to cry out in earnest, unabashedly grinding her hips against his hard chest with her legs wrapped around him tightly. His cock pulsed and throbbed at the noises she was making, and the feel of her body. Her heat scalding his chest was a nearly unbearable torment to his fully erect member, not far below it. He groaned at her intense heat, and removed the hand from under her ass to place it at her knee on the same side.

He slowly slid the hand up her inner thigh, noting increase in pitch of her whimpers, and the way that she spread her legs even further for him. He pulled his torso back just enough to get the hand between their two bodies, and toyed with the edge of her panties for a moment, before firmly cupping her through them.

He let out a solid groan and his rod throbbed painfully as he felt her through the thoroughly saturated cotton. He moved his hand up and over her mons, grazing a finger across the cotton fabric as he rasped, “diffindo.” With two slices, the front strip of cloth was separated from the leg bands, and Severus was able to pull her underwear off in one swift motion. He stuffed the garment into a pocket of his robes absentmindedly, and returned his hand to her center once more.

Positioning his hand carefully, he paused to pull his mouth away from her thoroughly intriguing nipples for just a moment so that he could lock into eye-contact with the girl once more. When their gazes met, he slowly slid the finger into her, watching her face intently as it penetrated her. She dropped her mouth open wide and her eyes almost fluttered shut before starting to roll back in her head. She forced them back forward though, as a deep, rasping sob escaped her lips, and she bucked against his hand. She was shaking slightly by the time he’d begun to slowly piston the finger in and out of her wet heat, gradually gaining speed.

He maintained the eye-contact for several more moments, only breaking it a few moments after he’d started to lower his mouth back to her breasts. He broke the eye-contact, and sucked one of the firm peaks back into his mouth.

Hermione was completely overwhelmed. Her entire world was exploding with pleasure. It was as if the entire scene had been pulled directly out of her plethora of fantasies regarding her longtime Potions Professor---and then made it even better! Although it was absolutely the last thing that her body wanted her to do, she tried to speak to ask him to slow down. Otherwise, she thought, she would undoubtedly end up coming by his hand---and probably squirting on his robes and all over the library floor. She tried to speak, but all that she could manage was a small pleading whimper.

He heard the thoughts that had just passed through her mind. He’d heard them, and seen the images of what she was worried would be the outcome of the intensity of her climax. Those along with the tiny noise she’d managed to make ended up setting something off in Snape’s head. With a growl against her breast, he slipped another finger inside of her and pounded the fingers into her a little harder. Within moments, he was roughly pummeling her pussy with his two slender fingers, subtly thrusting his hips up into the air in time with the movements of his hand and her gyrating hips.

“OH…GOD….Se..Sev----“ she bit the name down, stopping herself from saying it, “Sir, please-----OHGOD! I’m going to-------“

He was riding on a heady rush of adrenaline when he forced himself to withdraw his fingers and hold her hips and legs steady right before she came. He gripped her right below each of her knees, and forced her legs to stay spread, stopping her from rubbing her thighs together to press in on her clit. With a murmur, he conjured two sets of ropes, each binding one of her legs into the spread position he held them in. The ropes then secured each leg out to an invisible magical anchoring point in space. The whole of the spell took less than 2 seconds.

Her moans suddenly morphed into desperate cries and whimpers of sexual agony as her center pulsed and clenched, trying to continue some kind of stimulation to achieve the orgasm she’d be about to experience. It was futile, unavoidable, and simply caused a deep, pulsing ache to reside deep in the apex of her thighs. While her most intimate muscles spasmed, Severus simply leaned back and watched her, silently. After a moment or two, when the spasms had calmed slightly, he leaned towards her once more, and holding eye contact slowly slid the fingers back inside of her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she gasped and sobbed in pleasure as he fingered her right back up to the edge of an orgasm again…then suddenly stopped once more, leaning back to watch her go through the spasms.

After the third time he’d repeated this process—building her up to the absolute barest thread of an edge before orgasm, and then stopping all stimulation suddenly for just barely long enough to prevent the orgasm from happening once he did touch her again—Hermione had begun to beg fervently. As each orgasm grew near, she’d beg and plead for him to not stop this time, but just as he had for the previous almost-orgasm, he would always pull back and watch her writhe in the aftershocks of orgasm denial. At repeat number 15, she was wholeheartedly pleading with him, begging for mercy, hardly able to breathe, much less beg.

He kept up through repeat number 25, and then stopped to address her. “Miss Granger.”

She looked up at him slowly, eyes out of focus, desperation, intense arousal, and complete helplessness written all over her face. He continued, “I am now going to give you a choice…” Her ears perked up at this, and she suddenly appeared very alert. She was listening intently, waiting for him to continue.

“Obviously, you have to be punished severely for the..rude little gesture you decided to leave for me on my desk. Originally, I was going to give you a choice: Option Number One was that I would deduct 100 house points from Gryffindor---which would force me to reveal the reason behind the deduction to Dumbledore (which would have included the “impropriety” of your daydreams during class). Option Number Two was that I would remove your skirt and knickers to give you the spanking of a lifetime, for 100 minutes---one which I’d make sure left you questioning whether or not you truly..desired..the act ever again…Both options, of course, would have also included 100 days of detention..with me…”

Hermione winced visibly and shuddered, but said nothing.

“At this point, I’d like to point out to you that all options *still* include 100 days of detention with me.” She swallowed nervously and continued to listen quietly.

“However,” he went on to explain, “in the Great Hall, as you obviously know, I saw the little scenario you’d created in the shower---” she somehow managed to flush with embarrassment at this, “---and was thoroughly…inspired.” He gave her a very intense stare, black eyes glimmering with a hint of sadistic glee.

She continued to watch him, with growing trepidation and concern---as well as little bits of flickering excitement---dancing across her features.

“I have ‘edged’ you 25 times in-a-row now,” he said, “with the final goal in mind being 100 repeats. However, I am pausing here to give you several options:

“Option One – Allow me to edge you 75 more times tonight, in-a-row. Immediately following the 100^th edge, you will be allowed to climax --- you won’t be forced to the edge again. You will be allowed to climax when and where and however frequently you’d like---keeping within the rules of decency and common sense, of course..

“Option Two – Allow me to edge you 25 more times tonight, in-a-row. After the 50^th edge tonight, you will not be allowed to cum for another 75 days, but there will be no more enforced edges …. After the 75-day period, you will be allowed to cum..

“Option Three – Allow me to edge you 15 more times tonight, in-a-row. After the 40^th edge tonight, you will not be allowed to cum for another 90 days. After the 90-day period, however, you will be allowed to cum, etc.; there will be no more enforced edges.

“Option Four – Allow me to edge you 5 more times tonight, in-a-row. After the 30^th edge tonight, you will not be allowed orgasm for another 115 days. After the 115-day period, however, you will be allowed orgasm, etc; there will be no more enforced edges.

“Option Five – Don’t allow me to edge you even 1 more time tonight. I will release you immediately to go back to your dorm, or whatever it is that you would like to do. You will serve 200 days of detention with Argus Filch, but you will be allowed to climax freely.

“You are free to choose,” he finally finished, and sat back to watch her as she decided.

I don’t know how much more of this I can take, thought Hermione to herself as she reviewed the options he’d given her…Well, Option Three is the mid-point between all the the options; it's the least of all evils...Well, at least I won't have to be edged anymore after tonight...”I’m going to go with Option Three,” she said shakily.

“You are quite certain?” Severus asked, careful to keep his face blank as he flourished his wand to conjure a sheet of parchment, an inkwell, and a quill. The three items floated before her. “If you are quite certain, then I will need you to repeat aloud the words written on this parchment, starting by stating your full name, so that we can make it official. The sooner we do that, the closer you are to the end of your punishment.”

“I, HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER,” she began, speaking towards the piece of parchment and the hastily scribbling quill, “DO HEREBY AGREE TO THE TERMS AS VERBALLY STATED IN OPTION THREE OF SEVERUS SNAPE’S STUDENT PUNISHMENT PLAN.” The quill hastily scratched in the date at the bottom of the quotation, and Hermione felt a tingle of magic swirl all around her before running right through her body.

It had felt as though the magic had…well..penetrated her, so-to-speak…but Hermione chalked it up to a temporarily extremely overactive sense of touch between her legs at the moment, and put any possible concerns about it aside. The parchment poofed away---apparently to reappear in Snape’s private chambers, as he told her, and Severus situated himself back between Hermione’s legs…

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Too bad Hermione Granger hadn't listened carefully enough to note the exact wordings in each option of when the enforced edgings would stop...If she had, then she would have realized sooner just what she had agreed to...
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