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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 Nine
Beta: LadyKardasi
Lucius watched Snape’s gaze follow his son and Granger out of the basement with narrowed eyes. Mmhm, he thought. I got you, you bloody asshole.
“Nice stage performance,” he said aloud to Snape, effectively snapping the man out of his angry glare.
“It was, wasn’t it?” Snape slipped easily into his cool, detached demeanor. “Britt was exquisite, but she always is.”
“Did she really mess up in your private session earlier this week? Or did she just want a public punishment?” Lucius crossed his arms over his chest.
“The latter.” Snape couldn’t help it, he grinned. “She a bit masochistic, if you ask me. It’s quite…lovely”
There was an awkward pause. “Why don’t we go somewhere private and discuss the elephant in the room?” Lucius suggested quietly, his voice hard now that the pleasantries were done.
There was another tense pause. Without saying anything, Snape strode off, making his way through the crowd. Lucius took that as his cue to follow.
He was confused when Snape bypassed the corridor that led to his office and private chamber and headed up the stairs. Then he realized what was happening. Snape was going to give in to some voyeurism, apparently. Lucius knew that Draco preferred the Forest Room for the scene he had hoped Granger would join him for tonight and told Snape so. They parked down the hall from the room, and stood in silence – Snape brooding, Lucius thinking about how best to advance their discussion. He needed Snape to confide in him so he could help his friend through his mental block with the girl.
It was quite some time later; at least a half hour, when the two twenty-something-year-olds came out of the fetish room, holding hands and grinning. Snape’s gaze darkened perceptibly. Lucius could see the frustration and rage on his face quite clearly.
His attention moved from his friend to the young couple. He had to admit they looked lovely together – tall and lean with tiny and petite was always a pleasing combination to the eye. Hermione’s dress and stockings were in tatters. He grinned to himself; Draco had clearly gotten his way with her. It was obvious she had attempted to drape the torn bodice so her breasts were covered, but they were playing peek-a-boo with all the people coming and going. Draco’s hand moved protectively to her back and she gave him a friendly smile over her shoulder.
Lucius’ eyebrows rose and Snape swore softly when Draco suddenly spun Granger into the wall, hiking up her skirt.
Whispered words fell from the girl’s lips and judging by Draco’s reaction, it was obvious what she had said. Lucius started to get hard. God, damn, she was sexy as hell. Severus’ muscles stiffened; his arms folded tightly over his chest. A few people watched the minor exhibition scene as they moved through the hall, but Lucius was sure the couple could not see him and Snape from where they were.
When they had finished and Granger reached up and yanked Draco’s mouth to hers, he had to grab Snape’s shoulder to keep him in check. “It’s just a scene, my friend,” he hissed. “They would never work well together. Draco and Hermione are much too different…and you know Draco prefers to sub himself. Keep yourself in check. She has as much right to play as you do.”
Snape said nothing, but the tension left him. Once Hermione had disappeared into the loo, and Draco down the opposite end of the hall with a ridiculous grin on his face, the man in black spun on his dragon hide heel and stalked away. Lucius followed at a slower pace, giving Snape some time to sort his thoughts.
Snape had other plans as he stalked through his club to his office, slamming, warding, and silencing the door behind him. He knew Lucius wanted to chat, but he had no desire at the moment.
He wandlessly summoned a decanter of whiskey and tumbler. Pouring himself a finger or three of the amber liquid, he set the decanter down with a loud clunk on his desk before taking a large swallow of the burning liquid.
He was frustrated.
He was irate.
He was bloody jealous as fuck of his Godson.
And of his best friend.
He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t really understand what he was feeling. It made absolutely no sense for him to fancy Hermione Granger. Not just as a submissive, as a woman. As potentially more.
She would never go for it. You’re an old, ugly bastard. She’s…beautiful, and young, and vivacious, and successful.
In the back of his mind he knew this was all projected self-depreciation. She had sat on his dining room table stark naked just a week ago, agreeing to fuck him with wild abandon. He was the one who had walked away.
“Fuck!” Snape pressed the cool crystal cut tumbler to his forehead.
He’d ended the scene, causing her undue embarrassment and uncertainty. He had taunted her during her first time with a woman. Cock blocked the first Dom willing to meet her. And tonight…Snape squeezed his eyes shut.
Lucius had just made him all the more determined to push her away after his little spiel the night before. Why? Just to prove he was still the bloody bastard everyone always expected him to be.
This had been so wrong, though. The look on her face when he had told Britt to not make an amateur mistake … it had been awful. Hermione was too sharp to miss the point he was making. She had been destroyed, shattered. He had hurt her without laying a hand on her.
In the moment he had felt smug and oh, so very clever. He just wanted her to back off, to not pressure him. Not that she had been pressuring him. She’d done nothing but open up to you and try and please you, you fucking idiot!
She had said she trusted him. No one trusts Severus Snape. He jumped when he heard the sound of shattering glass, it pulled him out of his thoughts and he realized he had wandlessly shattered numerous glass items around his office. He swiped a hand down his face. She certainly wouldn’t trust him anymore, not after what he had done.
He growled loudly before brandishing his wand to send out Reparo charms. He slammed back the rest of his whiskey before unwarding his office door and prowled out past a shocked Malfoy senior. Snape crashed through the doors of the security portal, instantly scanning screens. Locating the object of his desire at the bar, he stormed past a stunned, silent Sebastian, and again past Lucius.
Snape had to give Lucius credit, he left well enough alone, but he knew his best friend very well, though. He knew Lucius would give him space and be no closer than fifteen paces behind while he was a mood like this.
He came up behind her. Hermione had transfigured her dress so the bodice draped over her breasts instead of fitting snugly. She no longer wore stockings and the back hem of the skirt was torn and frayed.
Snape didn’t say anything right away. Her scent hit him like a brick wall, and even though he had come less than two hours prior, his cock filled instantly. What the bloody fuck was it about this little chit of a thing? How could someone so petite cause so much fuss?
“I wish to speak with you, Miss,” he rumbled in her ear. Hermione spun around, a hand settling over her heart. He had startled her, he didn’t care. Fucking mask. It made it much more difficult to read her expressions.
“Alright, sir,” she answered automatically. How did she do that? Women called him sir all the fucking time, it never made him feel this way. It made the problem in his pants intensify. Snape grasped her by her elbow and steered her through the bar until they were outside the door of his private quarters. He paused – maybe this was a bad idea. All he could see in his mind’s eye was her naked on his table. He hadn’t been able to eat at it since. He had to do this, though. Not talking to her would eat him alive, otherwise.
“After you.” He opened the door; she stepped inside.
There was no preamble, he just started talking. “I owe you an apology, Miss Granger.” Snape’s bloody heart was racing. Had he ever been so fucking nervous?
“Oh?” Hermione looked utterly bemused, a small smirk crossing her face.
“Don’t be cheeky,” he snarled, instantly wiping the smile from her features. “Fuck!” Snape spun away from her, running a hand through is short cropped locks. “I’m sorry!”
“You’ve already said that, sir,” she said in a demure voice, her eyes on the ground.
“Don’t be submissive right now!” he growled. “This is hard enough as it is.”
She looked at him with burning eyes. Her expression was slightly confused and her tone came out impatient. “I don’t understand what you want from me! What exactly are you sorry for, sir? From where I am standing, you really haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Shit.” He wiped his hand down his face for the second time that evening. “I’m sorry for being an ass, how’s that?”
“Explain, please, sir.” Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’ve not been nice.”
“I don’t believe nice is part of your personality, sir,” she quipped, that infuriating smirk returning to her face. He wanted to kiss it away. “You’ve never been particularly nice before and have never felt the need to apologize for it. What’s different now?”
“Fucking hell, Hermione!” he snapped, slicing a hand angrily through the air. He certainly didn’t need her snark now. “Would you let me get this out?!” She nodded once, her face becoming very serious.
“I was demeaning, I made you feel insecure. I’ve acted like no Dom should with a new sub. I’m sorry.” That was the third time in under two minutes he apologized to her. He couldn’t remember the last person he had apologized to, yet she had received four from him in a week.
The room was silent for a moment, he chanced a look at her. Hermione’s face was guarded, but she watched him appraisingly. “I forgive you,” she said softly after a few moments of silence.
“I – what?” She had completely derailed him. He had been prepared to beg for her forgiveness.
“I forgive you, you made a mistake. You’re owning it. You’re human.” She shrugged. Hermione couldn’t ignore the thrill his words caused. Snape was obviously beating himself up over this. Was he in fact interested in her? The thought made her bold.
“Have you changed your mind?” she asked.
“Have I changed…? About what?” He sounded legitimately confused.
“You said I pleased you last Friday,” she started slowly. “So much so that you’ve reconsidered being my Dom?”
Snape wasn’t prepared for this question. Why was she always so bloody precocious? Even as a child she had been like this, it was infuriating. Calmly, and as gently as he could, he answered her, “Miss Granger, I don’t train submissives.” He regretted her immediate disappointment. It made his heart ache.
Snape reached out and cupped Hermione’s cheek with one hand, brushing her cheekbone with his thumb. Instantly, his fingers tingled with the contact. “Come talk to me again after you’ve been trained.” They locked eyes as she drew in an unsteady breath. Did she lean into his touch subconsciously? Did her skin flame to life as his did? He wasn’t brave enough to ask either question.
“I will,” she finally answered.
“Promise?” Snape’s voice was unnaturally husky. He wanted to kiss her. He wouldn’t, though.
“I promise,” Hermione murmured. She wanted to kiss him. She wouldn’t, though.
He slowly released her face.
“Goodnight, sir.” She smiled at him before slipping back through his door, closing it gently behind her.
“Goodnight, Hermione,” he told the empty room.
Lucius watched Hermione leave with a small smile on her face only about ten minutes after Snape had closed the door behind them. This night was just getting more and more curious. He waited a couple of minutes before briefly knocking on the door. He didn’t wait for an answer, just pushed right in.

“I fucked up tonight,” Snape said softly when Lucius came to stand by his friend. The dark-haired man was sitting on a couch, head in his hands, fingers dug into his hair.
Lucius froze, shocked. It was a cold day in hell, apparently. Snape admitting he had done something wrong was a rare occurrence.
“Tell me how,” Lucius suggested kindly. This was something they shared through the years; the ability to offload on the other without judgement. To talk out their issues with someone they trusted explicitly. To know they would always be forgiven by at least one other person.
“I was unnecessarily cruel,” Snape intoned. He rubbed his face with both hands.
“You were.” Lucius slipped his hands into his pants pockets and casually leaned a hip on the arm of the couch. “Why?”
“She terrifies me.” It was a whisper.
“Are you going to tell me what happened with the two of you?” Lucius did his best to keep the blatant surprise out of his voice. Fear was not an emotion Severus Snape expressed often.
Snape looked up at his friend and Lucius was again stunned to see the pain on his face. “I haven’t really figured it out, yet,” Snape admitted quietly. “All I know is that she was exquisite. She was kind and sweet and respectful and responsive, but there was an underlying connection that I haven’t been able to make sense of. Luc – she made me completely forget myself. I almost fucked her.” He furrowed his brow. “In our first scene! You know I have more control than that!”
Lucius raised an eyebrow. His friend had it worse than he realized. He ignored the twinge of regret in his chest, it appeared his thoughts of pursuing the girl himself was off the table. “You almost forgot your number one rule?” his voice dripped with cynicism. “Never sleep with a submissive during your first session. That rule you’ve tried to get me to comply with for years? Must have been one hell of a scene, Sev. Tell me more.”
“It was so bloody basic.” Snape fell back into the couch; his neck arching back into the cushions. “I had her strip, consent, take a submissive pose, then I asked her all the normal questions. I just…hadn’t expected her to be so…forthcoming. Her honesty was transparent, it was as extraordinarily refreshing as it was…disarming. She…she told me she was grateful it was me behind that bloody mask. That she…trusted me.”
Lucius closed his eyes. Bloody hell, this was more complicated than he’d thought, and certainly more than he had hoped. No fucking wonder Snape was so messed up. There were very few people in his life that had ever expressed that sort of confidence in him. It must have been astonishing for him that Hermione Granger told him she had faith in him to do right by her. He was probably pissed at himself for screwing it up already. Lucius shook his head before moving the subject along. “You punished her. How did she mess up?”
Snape let out a mirthless laugh. “She didn’t really mess up,” he sighed. “I directed her to say ‘sir’ at the end of every sentence. Five spankings for each time she omitted it. She earned fifteen during our conversation. Twice because she got a bit emotional, once more because she was flustered when I let her know her mistake.”
Snape shook his head in bewilderment. “She took the spankings very well. Then asked for more. I used my belt. Then my fingers to get her off. I made her beg for her orgasm. She came three times in less than six minutes.” He paused and closed his eyes before saying simply, “It was incredible.”
Lucius observed Snape openly as the man’s eyes stayed closed while he recounted his tale. “I told her I wanted to fuck her and she agreed…but tacked ‘professor’ onto the end of that statement. It was as effective as a cold shower and threw my age and our past in my face. I froze, which made her feel insecure and that caused me to be angry with myself…” He trailed off. “She didn’t break her submissive persona. She was humble and understanding and caring. She fucking thanked me and kissed my cheek when she said good-bye.”
“And she asked you to train her?”
“She asked me if I would consider training her if she pleased me.” Snape sat up again and opened his eyes. The confusion and frustration he felt were evident in the lines on his face.
“Did she please you, my friend?”
There was a long pause where Snape buried his hands in his face once again. “More than you can imagine.”
“I agree that Miss Granger has been extremely…unexpected,” Lucius started after another long stretch of silence. “But Severus, you need to – if you’ll excuse my crudeness – shit or get off the fucking pot. Miss Granger is heading into dangerous waters. She needs guidance before she makes a mistake. You blocking suitors and riling her up is not helping, which is why I pushed Draco on her tonight and used you to manipulate her into the scene. She was safe with him.”
“I suppose I should thank you for that, then. For keeping an eye on her, protecting her from me,” Snape said begrudgingly.
“What are you going to do?” Lucius asked. “What did you just talk about?”
“I apologized to her,” Snape’s voice was raw. “She forgave me. I didn’t even have to beg.”

“So you’re going to train her then?” Lucius was surprised when a wave of jealously swept through him.

“I told her to come find me when she’s been trained. That I could not do it, and that I was sorry I couldn’t do it. Luc, I have never trained a sub and I’m worried I would want to be more involved with her than a training Master should be. I would prefer her to be trained by someone else. I would pursue her in the meantime.”
Lucius moved from the couch arm to sit heavily in a leather chair. Snape had just managed to astound him for what felt like the millionth time in the last ten minutes. He felt slightly nauseated. “What do you mean, pursue her? Are you interested in actually asking her out? A real relationship?” He couldn’t hide the vague disappointment in his voice. Until that moment, Lucius had not realized that he, too, was interested in Granger.
Snape did not seem to notice Lucius’ discomfort. It was an age before he answered. “Yes.”
“You realize that girl will not be a twenty-four/seven submissive, don’t you?” Lucius winced internally – was he really trying to talk his friend out of this? It had been … well, never. Snape had never pursued a real relationship with someone. Sexual relationships, Dominate/submissive relationships, yes. But never a courting relationship.
“I wouldn’t want her to be, it would be tedious and tiresome,” Snape answered with a flip of his hand. He sat back and crossed one ankle over the opposite knee. “I decided a long time ago that if I ever found someone I was interested in pursuing an actual relationship with, I would only want her to be a sexual submissive.”
Lucius couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that last comment. He was about to answer scathingly, but stopped himself. This was something he should have realized. Snape was an intellectual. His trust was given only after the utmost care and consideration. He had a fiery, difficult personality that would take a strong woman to handle in a committed relationship. God only knews how many times he and the man had gone head to head, themselves. A lesser friend would have walked away from the stubborn, impenetrable man eons ago. Snape had a nasty temper and could be quite cruel. Granted, it was a hardened exterior that hid a soft underbelly. Unfortunately, most people didn’t stick around long enough to learn that bit of fact.
Lucius could begrudgingly admit that Miss Granger’s personalities – in and out of the bedroom – would be a stellar match for the man. He rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb and forefinger. In that moment, Lucius knew he would step aside, he wouldn’t chase Miss Granger himself. His friend more than deserved a chance at happiness…a family? Evilly, Lucius had a bit of information for Snape. A bit of information that would show him exactly how serious Snape was.
“Do you want me to keep my offer to train her on the table? Or do you want her to find someone else if she so chooses?” Lucius asked.
“Keep it on the table,” Snape said. “Your being her training Master would only be something that could work in my favor.”
“Do you know Miss Granger’s end goals with this lifestyle, Severus?” Lucius spoke softly, taking the conversation in an entirely new direction.
Snape, who had been studying his blond friend curiously for a few moments gave a slight shake of his head. “We didn’t go over that in our conversation.”
“Hmm.” Lucius gave a slow, wicked smile. “She told Etan her end goal is marriage and a family. Is that something you’re willing and able to provide for her?”
If he had expected Snape to be startled, he was mistaken. The man only looked contemplative. Finally, he spoke, a bit of a sarcastic edge to his voice. “Well, it’s certainly too soon to be buying the ring, but I would not be averse to the idea of marriage and a child or two.”
Lucius let out an incredulous snort. “Since when?” he demanded, still laughing.
“Since…now.”
Hermione walked down the dark street, her heart racing faster the closer she got to her destination. Her day had been hell and all she could think about was escaping for a couple of hours. It was after nine, but if she could be home by midnight, she would be able to get enough sleep to make it through court the next day. She would never sleep if she didn’t work off some tension, though. Her Rabbit vibrator might do in a pinch, but she was hoping for better. She wanted…no, needed…to scene tonight. Maybe Lucius, or Etan and Rose would want to play.
The minute she entered the club, she felt lighter seeing Johnathan. He was becoming a good friend. His eyes lit up as she approached the bar. Hermione hopped up on a stool and let out a heavy sigh as she looked around the packed club. It was much busier than she thought it would be for a Thursday night.
“Bad day?” he asked as he put an iced club soda with lime in front of her. Hermione had not had alcohol in the club since Lucius had cautioned her against drinking and scening. Club soda with lime had become her favorite.
“Terrible day,” she exclaimed, trying hard to keep her anger at bay. “Another case of a wizard abusing a Muggle woman. And of course, she was obliviated, so I don’t actually have a witness to bring the necessary charges. I can only go by the official report.”
“Aww, Poppet. You need a hug.” He flashed her a huge smile and hopped over the bar, pulling her into a huge bear hug.
“Oompf,” she grunted and then laughed as he squeezed and lifted her off the floor.
“You give the best hugs! And yes, I needed that,” she said with a chuckle and a wide beaming smile.
Johnathan pulled back and looked at her. “Ahh, there’s my girl with the beautiful smile.” After a pause, he grinned knowingly and chuckled. “You need more than a hug, though, don’t ya, Poppet?”
Hermione blushed as she laughed and scanned the crowd. “Uh, well...was hoping anyway.” She didn’t see Etan, Lucius, or Draco. And she definitely didn’t see Severus Snape. Which was just as well because in the state she was in right now, there was no telling what she might do if she saw him. Probably just make a bigger fool out of herself than she already had.
She looked back at her friend. “Is Lucius here?”
Johnathan leaned forward so he wouldn’t have to yell over the crowd. “Nah, he takes Tuesday and Thursday nights off. He’s a busy guy. I don’t know how he manages running his corporation during the day and then coming here at night.”
Hermione nodded in thought. “Do Lucius and Snape own this place together?”
Johnathan nodded as he looked around the bar. Spotting thirsty patrons, he answered, distractedly. “Uh, yeah. They both own it. Lucius put up most of the money and Snape puts in most of the hours.” He hopped back over bar. “Talk later, Poppet!”
Severus Snape sat in his office, watching security camera number two with great interest. Hermione was back. It had been a few nights and he had started to wonder if she was losing interest. Perhaps Draco had managed to scare her off. He still felt a fire pit of jealousy coil in his stomach when he remembered their little hallway display.
He kicked back in his chair, resting his dragon hide boots on his large desk as he continued to watch the object of his interest sit at the bar. Snape rolled his eyes as the sentimental fool that was his head bartender hopped over the bar and pulled his witch into a hug.
Merlin and Morgana, when the fuck did I start thinking of her as mine? He had to swallow another lump of resentment as that mawkish fool was on the receiving end of a magnificent smile. A smile she had certainly never bestowed upon his flawed and miserable self. Then again, he had never done anything to deserve such a smile. What had he ever done to earn such a gift? Teach her, demeaning her in the process and then Dominate her, only to push her away when she swallowed her pride and asked him to train her. Not once, but twice! He would be lucky if she ever looked at him again, much less agreed to coffee.
Whatever the boy had said to her had lightened her mood considerably. He watched as she sat at the bar and looked over the crowd. He observed with greater interest as a new Dominant, a Dominant who many of the submissives had been blathering about the past couple of weeks, noticed his witch and made a move.
Hermione was beginning to relax. She watched Johnathan as he hustled behind the bar, serving drinks to the demanding crowd in the charged atmosphere. She giggled when she noticed him freeze and grip the bar, his body tensing. She laughed because she saw his Dominatrix, Clarise, smirking at the end of the counter with what looked like a remote control. She had a playful gleam in her eye as she hit buttons and watched his reaction.
Hermione felt a ping of jealousy. Why couldn’t she find a Dominant who wanted to train her? Who wanted her to be his and only his? Lucius, Hermione. Lucius said he would train you. Once again, their scene flew through her mind. It had been incredible. Just…fuck. However, with one touch of her face, Snape had been able to make her think of naught but him all week. It was frustratingly infuriating he had such a hold over her.
Hermione continued to sip her drink as she swiveled her chair around and leaned back against the bar. The skirt she was wearing slid up as she crossed her legs, revealing a bit of thigh. You’re wearing a mask, go with it. Despite the fact there were practically naked women and men walking around, she felt as though she looked a bit desperate. She still wasn’t quite used to being somewhere that being on display was encouraged.
Her eyes opened wide and her belly clenched when she noticed an exceedingly handsome man with dark hair and blue eyes watching her. He caught her glance and gave her a boyish, crooked smile. She took another nervous sip of her drink as the man in black leather pants and a black t-shirt approached. She couldn’t help but notice his body looked anything but boyish. He was toned, firm, and muscular.
He stalked up to her and she felt an instant, magnetic attraction. “You’re new,” he said with a deep, sexy timbre. It bothered her that she immediately compared it to Snape’s silky baritone. Close…but no cigar.
She bit her lip. “Not so new. I’ve been around the proverbial block once or twice,” she purred in response. Where the hell did that come from? And who are you kidding?! You’re very new!
His smile grew bigger as he held out his hand. “Daniel, but my friends call me Danny. You, my little seductress, can call me sir.”
Hermione felt he was being a bit presumptuous. She smirked and raised a brow as she took is hand. “My friends call me, Doll. But you can call me, Mistress.”
She couldn’t contain her laughter as he flung his hand to his heart and made like he was going to fall to the floor in complete devastation. “Mistress?”
“No, not really. Well, my friends really do call me Doll, sir.” She tacked sir on the end as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled softly.
Danny stood up tall and looked down at her, cocking an eyebrow. “Hmmm, a playful submissive. I should spank you for that, you know. You nearly broke my heart in two.”
Moving his boots off his desk, Snape pulled his chair closer to the monitor to get a better look. Damned if they weren’t hitting it off. It was very obvious they were into each other. Their body language screamed flirtation. Who is this guy? Snape was regretting not having paid more attention. He vaguely remembered the guy’s application. He was in his early thirties and new to the area. He was newer to the scene, too, only involved for about a year or so. He came recommended by an acquaintance of Lucius’. No one Snape knew, though. He had never formally trained, however. Which is why you’re feeling nervous. Forcing himself to let it go, and realizing he had work to do, he began looking over the accounts payable as he kept tabs on her distractedly.
Thirty minutes later, he felt another pang of disappointment as he watched the young couple continuing to enjoy each other’s company. He watched as Hermione smiled, stepping closer to the man. Snape swallowed heavily as the man moved closer to her, as well. Mine, was all he could think. He forced himself to look away. Not yours. Not yet, anyway.
Hermione began to laugh. “What, really? No!” She placed her empty glass on the bar.
Danny was still laughing. “Wait, can I buy you another drink? What are you having?”
Feeling brazen, Hermione looked up at him and replied, “Well, if you want to stand by the bar all evening and talk, I’ll take a glass of elven wine.”
Not missing where she was taking this, he leaned closer, a flirtatious grin quickly morphing into a predatory glare. “Hmmm, and if I perhaps have something else entirely in mind, what would you say then?”
Hermione bit her lip. “I’d say, no thank you to the drink. I don’t drink and scene.”
Daniel drew himself up taller and studied her for a minute. “You aren’t shy, Doll. You say what you want. I like that.” He crossed his arms. “So, how about it? Shall I grab us a room?”
Hermione’s heart began to thud. Shit! What was she doing? She didn’t even know this guy! He was a complete stranger. He hadn’t even been recommended to her. He was funny, though, and charming and nice…and she was really attracted to him. She glanced around the room. Looking for anyone she knew to see if they knew him or anything about him. There was no one. Even Johnathan had disappeared, probably to the cellar to get more booze.
Sensing her hesitation, he added. “You know what, it’s okay if you aren’t comfortable. You don’t know me.” He shrugged and smiled that devastatingly handsome crooked grin again. “I mean, I’m a good guy. You can trust me, but I totally understand if you’re uncomfortable.”
Hermione searched his face, seeing the disappointment in his eyes. He really was hot and she did want to experience a scene with someone she didn’t have a history with. He seemed like a good guy. He had told her about his girlfriend, who had liked to play the submissive and how she had spiked his interest in D/s. He had told her how they had broken up and he had since scened with several submissive witches. He wasn’t vastly experienced, but he was far more experienced than she.
Throwing caution to the wind, she went with her gut. She looked up at him….
Severus put down his quill and his heart started to pound. “Shit.” He watched as the new puppy held Hermione’s hand and headed out of the camera’s view. His eyes scanned the monitoring screens in front of him. He watched other screens with trepidation as Hermione was led downstairs, clearly heading to a private play room. He began to feel uneasy. He didn’t know this guy and assumed Hermione didn’t either. Lucius was right. He had predicted she would become reckless, fall into the sub frenzy that so many newcomers were prone to. Snape stood up, contemplating putting a stop to it. She would be livid, but he would know she was safe. She would be safe.
She’s a grown woman, Severus, he cautioned himself. A grown fucking Gryffindor woman, heading into Merlin knows what. He growled his frustration as he forced himself to sit back down. He knew he needed to leave her alone. He had made enough mistakes where she was concerned. If he intervened now, he’d lose his chance completely. As she was led into private room number four, he willed himself to look away. Forcing himself to not think about what that room as set up for.
Danny led Hermione into the private quarters he had been eager to try. “So, Doll. Let’s set some limits and share safe words.” The door closed as Hermione stepped in behind him. She watched as he pulled out a sobering potion and drank it. The act of him taking the potion without her asking him if he had been drinking increased her confidence level of her choice to scene with him.
Hermione looked around the room. There was a whipping bench, a wooden horse, and a couple of chairs. Her focus was drawn up as she noticed tracks on the ceiling with ropes and chains suspended from them. On the walls were various spanking implements. Her curiosity was peaked when she saw the cane, her mind went back to Severus and how he had enjoyed using it on Britt.
“So, Doll. You okay with spanking? Suspension?” Danny leaned back against one of the chairs, his arms crossed.
Hermione bit her lip. “Spanking is fine. I’m not too sure about suspension, though. I’ve never done it.”
His eyes lit up. “Ah, excellent! I get to be your first! You’ll love it. I’ve been practicing and have become quite good.”

She gave a slight, nervous nod. “Okay, I’m willing to give it a try.”
“Excellent. Any injuries or physical ailments I should be aware of? It’s to do with the suspension, you know. So I don’t aggravate anything.”
Hermione nodded. “Uh, no.” Her trust in him continued to build. He seemed very conscientious about safety.
He smiled. “What about penetration?” Hermione wasn’t sure about that. Before she could answer, he reassured her. “No penetration unless I ask you and you say yes. Is that acceptable?”
Hermione exhaled as the tension left her. “Yes, that sounds good.”
“So, Doll. From here on, you are to address me as sir. Got it?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“I’d like you to take off your dress and your bra…and your mask, if you don’t mind. You can keep your panties on.” He smirked. “That is, if you’re wearing any.”
Hermione hesitated briefly before slipping her mask off, but realized if the wards had allowed him downstairs, he had signed the same confidentiality and NDA forms she had. Pulling the dress over her head, she draped it over one of the chairs. She slid her bra down her arms after she unhooked it, tossing it next to her dress. She kept her gaze down submissively, but could tell his eyes were all over her body as he began to circle her.
“You are exquisite, Doll.” He paused in front of her, lifting her chin up. “Safe wo..?” His eyes widened in surprise and he swallowed heavily. “Oh Merlin, you’re…you’re Hermione Granger!”
Hermione met his eyes carefully. “I’m Doll. Just call me Doll.” She had worried this might be a problem. It really sucked to be so recognizable. She held her breath, waiting for him to answer. Danny nodded nervously and Hermione smiled kindly. “My safe words are red and yellow, sir.”
Letting out a sigh, he seemed to regain his confidence. He walked around her and behind her, speaking in a low timbre, his voice seductive. It sent a shiver down her spine when he pressed himself against her back. He kissed her bare shoulder. “You really are quite lovely, Doll. Thank you for submitting to me. I promise to make you feel good.”
Hermione was getting turned on with the reverberation of his voice and the way his eyes caressed her body appreciatively. She pressed her bottom back into his hip.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he chastened with a small slap to her thong clad bottom. “You are not to move unless I tell you to.”
He walked around to the front of her. “I would like to start off our scene with a soft kiss. May I kiss you, Doll?”
Hermione felt a flutter. For a Dominant, he was very sweet. “Yes, sir.”
His hand lifted her chin once again and she closed her eyes as he leaned in, touching a gentle kiss to her mouth. Hermione internally sighed. It was nice. He had soft lips.
“Walk over to the bench and lean over it. You have a gorgeous ass and I can’t wait to spank it.”
Hermione quickly padded to the bench and leaned over it. She could hear him walk to the wall and take down some items. She wondered if he would cane her. She cringed as she thought of the red stripes on Britt’s bottom from Snape’s thorough caning. Who are you kidding! There’s no way you could handle that!
“I’m going to warm you up with some soft strikes from a fur flogger.”
Hermione closed her eyes and gripped the side of the bench as the fuzzy flogger began to strike her lightly. He was being very gentle, and after a minute or so, she wished he would turn it up a notch. She heard him shuffle behind her. “I’m going to use a leather flogger on you now, Doll.”
He began to strike her with the new flogger and Hermione was disappointed when he didn’t put much force behind it. It didn’t hurt at all, and wasn’t very arousing. She started to feel a little frustrated. It was almost like he was too nice. She wanted some heat, she needed some Dominance.
After a couple more minutes of the boring flogger, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Sir, you can spank me harder.”
“Ahh, Doll likes it rough.” Hermione rolled her eyes internally as the strikes became a little more intense. It was better…not quite all the way there, but definitely better. She thrust her bottom out a little in encouragement and his strikes once again picked up a little more strength.
Just as it was getting good, he stepped back from her. “Stand up, Doll, and walk to me.”
Hermione’s frustration level and desperate need for the relief she was seeking was making her agitated. Knowing she needed to stay submissive, she watched as he took rope and measured it out by wrapping it around her waist, between her legs and around her thighs. Perhaps the scene would pick up now.

Danny took the rope and made some knots before grabbing his wand and waving it over her. Ropes suddenly engulfed and crisscrossed her stomach, and came between her legs before wrapping around her thighs. Another wave of his wand and Hermione was suddenly lifted into the air, suspended from the ceiling, her belly facing the ground. Ropes coiled around her chest and her shoulders, pulling her arms back behind her. Her calves were drawn up as well, with her legs slightly spread. A bit of trepidation filled her, she didn’t particularly like that he hadn’t explained to her what he was going to do. She had told him she had never done this before. Her nerves were on high alert and she instantly started to sweat.
Hermione found that the position was quite awkward and her shoulders weren’t very comfortable. Again, with no warning, the flogger was on her. As before, the strikes on her bottom were without much force. This was not going well, at all. She was starting to feel uneasy. Her left shoulder was starting to ache. Feeling awkward and uncomfortable as she hung there, her discomfort was only intensified by his pansy ass Dominance. “Sir, you can hit me harder.”
There was a slight pause and before Hermione could stop herself she said, “Would you use the cane, sir?” She knew she was topping from the bottom, but at this point she didn’t care. Apparently, Danny didn’t seem to care either as he simply did as she requested.
Hermione flinched when the first strike came down and she let out a puff of breath from the sting. Fuck! Again, some warning or prep would have been nice. Hadn’t Snape tapped Britt a few times before her first strike?
“You really like to be spanked, don’t you, Doll?” he mused from behind her as another sharp swat landed on her other buttock. Ouch! She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out. Her shoulders, especially the left, were really starting to hurt and the rope was rubbing her left inner thigh almost painfully.
Don’t be a wimp, Hermione! You can do this. Severus likes the cane! It’ll just take some practice.
A harder swat from the cane forced a shriek out of her without her permission, and then another landed in quick succession. It was really starting to hurt and she could tell Danny was getting into it - finally. “Your ass is gorgeous, Doll. So glad you like the cane. So many witches don’t give it a fair chance.”
Her eyes began to water as the pain was becoming unbearable. You asked for it, Hermione! After the next hit, she couldn’t take it anymore and the word “Yellow!” escaped from her mouth.
Severus was trying not to think about what might be going on in room number four when the caution safe word alarm chimed. His eyes shot up and shear panic overcame him when he saw the charm was coming from room four. He leapt to his feet and was out the door before giving it a second thought.
The minute she had said yellow, Danny had asked her what she needed and switched back to the flogger when she asked. He was hitting her softly again, but she was realizing it wasn’t really the spanking that had been the problem – it was the ropes. Hermione could no longer feel her left leg or foot. The next hit came with a little more force that jarred her whole body. Her left arm pulled painfully and she was positive she felt something rip. Complete panic slammed into her. This is wrong. Something is wrong! She couldn’t take it anymore as pain shot down her arm. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she cried out, “Red, red!! Fuck! Get me down!”
“Shit! What is it, Doll?” Danny asked with an anxious tone. He tossed the flogger to the floor immediately and snatched up his wand, quickly levitating her to the floor. The moment the levitation charm had hold of her, the tension on her arms disappeared. Unfortunately, the pain did not.
Hermione started to sob when Danny gently eased her into a tall kneel on the floor. When he released the ropes, she instantly pulled her left arm into her right to cradle it. The movement caused her to cry out softly.
“Oh, my god. Hermione? Are you okay?” Danny sounded almost frantic and he quickly kneeled next to her, trying to comfort and calm her. She wanted anyone but him. Rationally, she knew this had not happened on purpose. A mistake had been made. She was terrified, though. Lapses in judgement were not something she was accustomed to. The whole damn thing had felt off from the moment he started flogging her, she should have trusted her gut and put an end to it. Stupid, stupid! She gasped as she tried to move her arm.
“Danny, I think something in my shoulder tore,” she hiccupped through her discomfort and tears. He looked at her in horror for a moment before snatching up the rope and sliding his hands down its length. He looked like he was counting or measuring something in his head. After a moment he looked up at her, shame and guilt in his eyes.
“You made a mistake?” she guessed. It wasn’t said accusingly. She was calming now that she had kept her arm still long enough.
He was about to answer her when the door burst open. Danny sprung to his feet, surprised. Hermione jumped, which caused her to cry out softly with her pain.

Severus Snape stood in the doorway, his eyes wild. The look changed into one of fury when Hermione promptly burst into relieved tears upon seeing him. Danny looked quickly between the two, confusion the prominent emotion on his face. He knew Snape was a co-owner here, but his anger wasn’t really called for. A mistake had been made, but he had followed safeword protocol completely!
“What happened?” The man’s voice was like ice.
“It’s okay, Severus,” Hermione said softly, quickly recovering from the fresh bought of tears. “It was an accident, I’ll be all right.” Snape felt a shot of liquid heat fill his core, it was the first time she had ever said his first name. It helped him center himself.
“Please tell me what happened.” His tone was still cool, but much less severe.
“I miscounted knots, I think the rope was too short.” Danny replied quietly. “Her arms were slung wrong.”
Snape swore and quickly moved to Hermione. Without preamble, he lifted her into his arms. Another wave of anger overcame him when she gasped painfully and hissed. “Drape her clothing over her, give her the mask.” Danny did as directed.
“I’m sorry, Hermione. I swear it was an accident.” Danny’s voice was laced with apology.
“It’s okay, Danny. I know you didn’t do it on purpose,” she gave him a weak smile as she slipped the mask back on her face, murmuring the sealing incantation. Then she buried her face in Snape’s shoulder and wrapped her right arm around his neck. Daniel watched in fascination as Snape curled her more tightly to him, whispering soothing words for a moment before returning his attention to Danny.
“Mr. …?” Snape asked gruffly.
“Rackliff. Daniel Rackliff.”
“Mr. Rackliff, please find Johnathan at the bar and ask him to give you an incident report. Fill it out. The next time you come, ask to speak with either myself or Lucius Malfoy. We will follow the accident protocol and follow up procedures,” Snape’s voice was stiff. “You’ll excuse us now.”
Danny inclined his head, watching with wide eyes as the tall, dark, intimidating, war hero left with Hermione Granger – brains of the Golden Trio – curled protectively in his arms.
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission