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Welcome to the Green mamba's Dungeon	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 21075 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: The kink is not new for me, but to write the scene where two Doms are playing - now that's a definite first for me. Hope you'll enjoy a bit Snape/Hermione time ;)
Huge thanks to my beta Keep_Calm_And_Expecto_Patronum
October 9. - Bondage
He glanced at her over the rim of the teacup and he couldn’t suppress a small smile and a swell of pride. When she showed up on his doorstep, stammering, not really sure what she wanted he was ready to send her away.
Now, he was glad he didn’t. Now he found her company pleasant, agreeable even. Birds of the feather, I suppose.
“I hear that you are advancing nicely.” he tried to keep his voice even, almost business-like.
“Thank you, I’m glad that I have your approval.” the new version of Hermione Granger flashed him with a seductive smile.
“No need for modesty Mistress G, Draco Malfoy is all but singing your praises on the town square.” he replied honestly.
This is why he chose this line of work after the war - honesty. There were no lies in here, hidden identities yes, but no lies.
“He is surprisingly - sweet. One of my favourites, actually.” she smiled.
“Well, if you ever decide to abandon working for the Ministry - you can always--” he smirked, he couldn’t resist poking just a bit.
“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind. Now, are you sure you want me to do it?” she smiled again.
“Quite.”
“You can ask Lucius--”
“You and I both know that things are not that easy,” he smirked at her.
He could sense a small dose of insecurity, he was her instructor after all. They both knew that Dominance had nothing to do with need, and he needed this now. She was a good choice, and it will give him insight into her skills - how much she improved.
“So, just tying up - nothing else?” she raised one eyebrow.
He allowed his gaze to slide from her eyes to her full blood red lips. It would be nice to feel them wrapped around...
You gave your word, you pledged yourself you old fool.
No, he won’t break his confidence. He could service any Sub that came to his Dungeon, but he rarely did so. His contract with Lucius was as it was, he wouldn’t break his word.
“Just tying up.” he tilted his head in admission. “I’m - promised and bound - so to say.”
“You really do care for him.” she beamed at him, the warmth in her voice was disarming, she appeared to be genuinely happy for him.
“After so many years, he deserves it.” his lips twitched, he prayed that she won’t ask how many years.
“So, same as the last time or do you have any special requests?” she asked.
“Same as the last time, same triggers, same safeword, same everything.” he replied, then grinned. “So, where do you want me?”
“Near the south corner, under the hook. Naked, if you please.” she replied, the tilt in her voice was miniscule but it still made him shiver, she sounded professional.
He stood up and strolled to the corner, divesting with practised ease. In this place one had to bare his soul, exposure of the flesh meant nothing compared to that.
He watched her approaching him, the light sway of her hips and cling of her heels on the stone floor. She placed her hand on his chest and dragged it over his abdomen, hip and lower all the way to his ankle.
Summoning a pair of leather anklets she fastened one.
“Tight enough?” she asked, he knew it was a courtesy, she wasn’t trying to dominate, just to provide.
“A bit tighter, if you may.” he replied, the pleasant prickling on his skin forced him to shiver.
She fastened the anklet tighter and then the other. His legs were still free, but he knew that won’t last. The air bubble from his chest slid to his stomach and back.
She walked around him, tugging on his arms. He shivered again when she pressed the wide leather on the base of his neck and gently placed one of the straps over his shoulder. She pulled the strap and he could hear the leather slipping through the metal clasp. Soon enough the other strap was fastened around the other shoulder.
He just relaxed into her touch, letting her move him around while she adjusted the straps. He fought the need to grin, he gave her choice and this time she went for the extreme. There was an itchy feeling of pressure at the small of his back.
She pulled his arms, testing their flexibility and after few moments of not so gentle tugging and soft probing, she positioned his arms.
“Keep them still and in position.” she instructed him softly.
Severus swallowed the sigh when he felt his hands and wrists sliding into their soft leather prison. His skin erupted in goosebumps while she slid the leather all the way up his arms. He could hear metallic clicks when she connected the monoglove to the leather straps.
But then she strolled to the nearby table and came in his line of sight, purring to him.
“We do not want to make it too easy for you, now do we?”
He furrowed his brows at her expression, a mixture of cold detachment mixed with a hint of a promise. He watched her lower down, he was still able to move but he forced himself to stay motionless - after all, that was the point. Severus needed to be reminded that he can stay in control, not of others but of himself. She guessed correctly the drive behind his need, she was in his head. That was good.
She took his still semi-flaccid cock in her hand and gave him one saccharine smile before she slid four metal rings connected with a leather strap over his cock. She positioned the first ring at the base, the last one below the head.
Oh, this is going to be good, the rings were still loose but that would change soon as well. A grunt escaped him as she caressed his sac, tugging on it gently but firmly. He allowed his eyes to flutter closed while she rolled his balls before pushing them low into the sac. The slightly uncomfortable pressure was followed by two clicks when she closed the leather strap around his sack.
His cock twitched.
You had your chance, now it's too late.
The rings would give him some space to grow but not too much. This is going to be great.
She stood up. “I find it fascinating, the wizard with ropes has a taste for leather.”
Dragging one finger over the line of his jaw she walked behind him. She wasn’t in a hurry and he had to control himself, to control his desire. She was good.
Then he felt it. His wrists tensing as she tightened the first hole on the monoglove corsage bind. She pulled the lace tightly but there was still some wiggling space.
“Tighter?”
“If you would.” he replied.
“How tight?” she asked, he liked her courtesy.
“As tight as you can.” he nearly chuckled, he knew his limits and how elastic his body was.
“As you wish.” she purred.
Soon enough the tension up his arm increased. She managed to nearly join his forearms. With each tug of the laces, his cock swelled until unyielding metal rings cut into the flesh.
He grunted.
The tension was exquisite, it focused his mind in ways nothing else could in past years. She tugged on the laces, almost forcing his elbows to snug together. He groaned. His shoulders screamed in need to flex them.
She hummed in satisfaction and circled him, hooking the straps one to another. The subtle leather sliding against his skin, creating an additional pull on his shoulders.
“Lovely.” she whispered.
He could hear scraping, she sank down. There was an unmistakable sound of metal against metal.
“Spread them wide.” she tapped his left leg and he followed the instruction.
Again, the cling of metal against metal. His legs were wide spread, making him unstable, given that he was forced to keep his back straight.
She circled him again. Tug on his bound arms. His body lurched toward the ground.
She didn't. Oh, yes she did.
Torsion in his shoulders, the off-balance, the painful squeeze around his cock and balls. His breathing sped up, his head sharp and his senses alert. This was what he needed.
Not release.
The clarity.
It was - perfect.
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