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Bound
By: Snapes_Goddess

The dungeons were cold, freezing in fact, but she was barely aware of it. Years of working in the damp, subterranean rooms had helped her develop a tolerance to the chill. As she stood in front of the low burning hearth, her arms bared by a light camisole, her skin prickled though the response had nothing to do with the temperature. No, it wasn’t the damp, frigid air that caused the little bumps on her skin but the feel of cool, slippery silk at her wrists.

Scarlet chording made from the finest silk thread wound around and around the delicate bones of her wrists. Each loop causing her to tremble with want, her body vibrating with desire. Every brush of his rough fingertips sent little shocks racing down her spine and bound her to him even more.

“Relax your shoulders,” he said. His deep, rich baritone sounded like a pleasured purr in her ears.

“I’m relaxed,” she breathed. Her body shuddered when she felt him push her dark curls aside. The cool feel of the silk at her elbows had her struggling to hold back a moan of pure unadulterated pleasure as he began to bind her arms together at the elbow. The unusual position pulled at her shoulders but the discomfort was minimal and welcome.

“Why do you allow me to do this to you?” he asked softly as he began to knot the chords.

“Why do you want to do this to me?” she replied.

“Because it’s beautiful and you are beautiful when you are bound this way,” he said, his voice whisper quiet so that she barely heard him.

“That is why I allow you to do it…because it pleases you,” she answered. She heard the soft chuckle from behind her and her lips curved into a smile.

“And you have always strived to please me, haven’t you, My Darling? You always did seek my approval.” His hands slid up her arms above the coiled rope, gently kneading and massaging the straining muscles of her arms and shoulders.

“It would be foolish to deny it,” she said, sighing with pure pleasure at the feel of his hands on the back of her neck. “I never imagined that thisis what it took to gain it.”

“And I never imagined that you would submit so easily to this,” he said as he slowly turned her to face him. He let his eyes slowly trek down, admiring the thrust of her breast brought on by the binding of her arms. The nipples pebbled, poking against the thin, nearly sheer cotton of her camisole. A tiny strip of soft, white belly showed between the hem of the top and the lace edged waistband of her knickers. Her long, smooth legs were bare and pink, painted toes were curled into the plush rug beneath her feet.

He never tired of seeing her thus. Bound, nearly naked in her innocent, almost virginal underwear, helpless, submissive and totally devoted to him and his needs. She was his, body and soul and he knew it without a shadow of doubt. Unlike others in his past she held nothing back from him. She was open, honest and her love was impossible to ignore no matter how he tried. To fight her was futile. He had given it his best attempt but there was something mesmerizing, something irresistible about a woman who wanted you, about a woman who was willing to give herself over completely into his keeping. He couldn’t turn away from the trust she was so openly and generously bestowing upon him.

“How do you feel?” he asked, swallowing hard against the lump that always formed in his throat when he looked at her.

“I feel wonderful,” she smirked, her eyes trained on the shiny tips of his boots. “How do you feel?”

“Cheeky little witch,” he murmured as he lightly caressed the curls draping over her shoulders. “You are fortunate that I enjoy our conversations and allow you the freedom of speech when you are bound. Most submissives are allowed only minimal verbal privileges.”

He nudged her chin up with his knuckles and pushed her hair back over her shoulders. With a feather light touch he skimmed the sides of her throat with his fingertips, tracing her collar bones and the upper swells of her breasts before tugging the camisole down until it caught beneath her breasts.

The little sound that passed her lips was a cross between shock and excitement. He loved watching the soft flush creep over her chest and throat, the way her lips parted and her lids lowered as the hum of desire shook her body. She was holding her breath in anticipation and his lips twitched in amusement.

“Breathe,” he ordered. He was rewarded with a long, audible exhale as her lashes lowered completely. He took that opportunity to reach out and tweak both ripe, turgid nipples and make her squeal. He cupped a breast in each hand, weighing and kneading the spongy flesh as she squirmed. “You never fail to respond enthusiastically. Why hasn’t your response dulled after so long?”

“You know why,” she whimpered, leaning towards him slightly as his hands left her breasts to follow the curve of her waist to her hips. He did know, but it didn’t make it any less incredible to him.

“Yes, I know why,” he said as he feathered his fingertips along the strip of bared skin just above her underwear’s waist band. She visibly shuddered and he bent his head to press soft kisses over her shoulders, lightly nibbling along her collarbones. He flicked her nipples with the tip of his tongue as he slowly dragged her underwear down her thighs, his nostrils flaring at the musky sweet scent of her aroused sex. She stepped out of them and her brows furrowed as he tucked them into his pocket.

“You know I am running out of underwear because you keep taking them,” she said hoarsely. It was difficult to be irritated with a hot, wet mouth sucking deliciously on your nipples.

“Stop wearing them then,” he answered simply, his tongue tracing around and around her puckered areola.

“I can’t teach without knickers on…that’s scandalous!”

“And letting the headmaster bind and fuck you any way he likes isn’t?” He asked, peering up at her with an arched brow.

“No one knows about that,” she gasped as he went to his knees in front of her, his eyes still locked with hers when he pressed his lips gently to the tiny indent of her navel.

“Don’t be daft, woman,” he smirked. “Do you really believe that the other teachers in this school are blind? You wear your heart on your sleeve. Everything that you feel for me shows clearly on your face when you look at me.”

“Alright, maybe they know that I love you but they don’t know about this,” she said, her stomach muscles contracting as his tongue swirled over the soft, white skin.

“Foolish witch,” he growled against her skin, his lips sliding lower to nip at her hip bones. “Do you think they can’t hear you when you scream my name? Do you think they have missed the little marks of passion on your throat or the possessive way I treat you?”

“But we are so careful…ohhhh!” Her thighs trembled and she had to lock her knees to keep from falling when the tip of his tongue wiggled between the tightly closed lips of her sex. Slowly, softly he dragged his tongue through the slippery slit until the pointed tip caught on the firm little protrusion of her clit.

“Not really. We never cast silencing spells, in fact we rarely even lock the door,” he said before sliding his fingers between the plump folds and spreading her open to give his tongue access to her pearl.

“You’re lying, you would never risk discovery….oh-oh-oh!” Her voice was shrill and broken as she became lost to the gentle suction of his mouth on her swollen clit. His tongue strummed her pleasure point confidently. He knew what pleased her, knew what she needed, what she wanted and he gave it eagerly, taking her to the very edge of release before easing off and teasing her, holding her on the precipice.

“You assume that I am ashamed of what happens between us; that I am interested in hiding,” he said, gently blowing on her as he slid two fingers into her slick, tight passage. “You assume incorrectly.”

“What…” She struggled against the sensations assaulting her body and grasped in futility for a coherent thought. “But…oh I can’t think when you do that!”

“You aren’t supposed to,” he drawled, twisting his hand so that he could stroke her internally with his long fingers while the tip of his little finger slowly stroked the nerve rich ring of her backside. Her sweet, slippery cream coated his fingers and he felt the walls of her vagina flex around him as she climbed higher and higher towards her release.

While she moaned and trembled at his touch he released the buckle on his belt and opened his trousers. His robes had been abandoned earlier in the evening and his shirt had been opened and un-tucked by greedy little fingers before he had bound those questing appendages so beautifully. His erection sprang forth eagerly, rising out of his open trousers like a stone pedestal. The cloak of his foreskin had retracted to reveal the dark, weeping head of his cock, the tiny slit flexing in anticipation of nestling deep inside the witch shaking with want.

“I’m going to take you,” he said darkly. He slowly slid his fingers from inside her, the sound of her disappointed and desperate whimpers pleasing him as he wrapped the slippery digits around his tumescent length and stroked. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down to see him watching her as he pumped his shaft slowly. She pulled her plump bottom lip between her teeth and moved to turn and bend over the arm of the nearby sofa but he stopped her.

“No…not this time,” he whispered hoarsely. Her eyes widened and her heart pounded so hard that she could hear the blood rushing through her veins. He always took her from behind. Not once in the nine months that they had been lovers had he taken her face to face. It was too intimate, too much for him to handle and she loved him too much to argue. “Come here,” he ordered, releasing his cock and grabbing her around the waist to steady her as he pulled her to him and helped her lower herself onto his lap. “Take me inside you,” he said, the thick spongy tip of his penis pushing through her flesh and bringing them together. With a firm hold on her hips he slid her up and down his length, maintaining eye contact all the while.

When she caught the rhythm he reached behind her with one hand and tugged on the end of the rope, releasing the carefully constructed knot that held it firmly in place. As the silk chord unraveled tears began to roll down her cheeks as she became overwhelmed with emotion. When the final coil released at her wrists her arms went around his neck without care to the burning prickle of the circulation returning to her arms.

She didn’t care about the pain. She needed to be pressed against him. She needed to hold him and she needed his lips on hers. The rise and fall of her hips became a slow, urgent undulation as she continued to ride him.

He penetrated her with his cock and with his tongue as he took her mouth with a passion that astonished her. The salty, tear flavored kiss had him holding her tighter, one hand on her bottom urging her to move faster and one tangled in her riotous mass of curls holding her head for his kiss.

“Say my name…say it….tell me…” he whispered urgently into her mouth.

“I love you, Severus….I love you,” she sobbed. Brow to brow, breaths mingled, their movements became almost violent. Their bodies came together forcefully, their emotions causing magic to manifest and crackle around them, lifting their hair and pricking their skin like static electricity. “I’m coming…oh, Severus, I’m coming!”

It was too much yet not enough. The tension coiled inside her felt like it would destroy her as it tightened unbearably and then, in a moment of pure heavenly bliss that coil snapped and the most intense pleasure she had ever known washed over her. She screamed his name, tears soaking her face and his throat as she shuddered against him. The silky walls of her pussy flexed and clasped around him, milking him as he followed her, his seed shooting from his cock in thick, silky streams that filled her and flowed back around him as she continued to slowly ride him through the aftershocks.

He held her close as he laid her back on the rug, following her down and blanketing her with his body. He pushed her hair back from where it clung to her sweaty face and neck and basked in the passionate afterglow that illuminated her skin. He did that to her. He put that smile on her face. He made the earth move beneath her feet.

Her eyes fluttered open and shone with tears. She reached up with a shaking hand and laid her fingertips against his lips and then traced the hooked line of his nose.

“Why now?” she asked softly. He knew what she asked. Why had he taken her face to face when he had resisted before? What had changed? What was different? He swallowed hard and struggled to find his voice to say the words he had uttered only once before.

“You know why,” was all that he could manage. He was ashamed of himself, ashamed of his fear.

“Yes…I know why,” she said softly, her tears flowing freely down her cheeks. “But I need you to say it, Severus, I need to hear it,” she said. “Please?”

“I…I..l-love you,” he managed roughly. The words hurt less than he imagined, in fact, saying them somehow eased him, healed him. “I love you, Hermione.”

“What now?” she asked, unable to stop the tears that fell despite the smile that split her face.

“I don’t know…my previous experience with this didn’t end well,” he drawled. “I can’t seem to hold onto those I love.”

She speared her fingers through his silky, sweat dampened hair and lifted her head until their lips brushed. “Oh, Severus, you don’t have to worry about holding on to me, My Love. Don’t you understand why I let you do whatever you want to me? Why I let you bind me? I am bound to you heart and soul with something far stronger than those silk chords. I love you, always.”

“And I love you,” he replied, kissing her softly. His brow furrowed as he pondered her words for a moment. “Does that mean you won’t let me tie you up anymore?”

His dejected expression had her laughing as she wrapped her arms tightly around him and hugged him to her.

“Oh, My Love, while I am forever bound to you by invisible ties I would never deny you…or myself…the pleasure of seeing and feeling the visible ones.”

The End

***So…thought I had vanished eh? Sorry, I am still around, still writing, just more slowly. The urge, the inspiration and the stories are all there…but the time isn’t. Between work, being a single mom, graduate school and falling in love, I find myself with less time to write. But I promise, I am still working on my stories whenever I can =)/ Hope you enjoyed this little scenario! More to come soon, I promise!

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