Killing Cupid

Chapter 9

A/N- BDSM warning time! Here it be!

Warning- Severus likes to dominate. Hermione likes being dominated. They are both consenting adults. The obvious occurs. ‘Even Shakespeare was familiar with “a lover’s pinch which hurts and yet is desired.”’

Apologies for another delayed chapter, have only been able to write at weekends of late as workload has been ridiculous and have pretty much been getting home and falling asleep. But to make up for it this is a huge, bumper edition, if you will, chapter!
Enormous thanks, as ever dear readers for your patience and general loveliness!

Suggested listening: Marc Almond and Steve Severin’s Torment- ‘Beat me and burn me and I’ll love you more, and more, and more.’

***Seva***

The muggle science of Physics, a concept of which Hermione had a working knowledge, would doubtlessly provide innumerable reasons as to why a tangible living being could one moment be wrapped around oneself, and the next have disappeared without a trace. However, as she reminded herself, there was an awful lot that muggles got wrong, and the fact that she was now very definitely alone in the Potions lab was testimony to both the ignorance of the non-magical and the fact that Severus Snape was a very sneaky git.
What the bloody hell was he doing?

He had looked ready to practically devour her and was so hard she felt quite sure that most definitely wasn’t a wand in his pocket, so why, for fuck’s sake, had he chosen now to exercise his right to apperate? A few moments passed and Hermione began to worry. What if something unpleasant had happened to him? What if Voldemort had some manner of apparition- inducing power to call Severus to him against his will?

An equally, if not more terrifying train of thought began to form. Surely he had believed that she wanted him? That she loved him? But what if he didn’t feel the same?

Perhaps his previous words had been a polite way of saying, ‘As it happens I’ve just noticed you seem to be a bushy haired, hideously unattractive walking encyclopedia. I have absolutely no idea what possessed me to even think I was remotely attracted to you, I must been hallucinating that you were someone else completely, so I’m just going to leave in case the sight of you in that ridiculous outfit causes me to lose my lunch. Oh an by the way, I expect you’re a crap shag too.’

Bloody bastard. Hermione paced nervously up and down, until, quite suddenly, with a crack reminiscent of a distant whiplash the aforementioned bastard returned.

Sodding hell. Hermione’s legs turned to jelly and her stomach undertook an impromptu feat of gymnastics. She realized she had never before seen Severus without the usual greatcoat/robes combination, even in the rare heat wave of the previous summer. However, he had shed the garments now, and appeared before her as the brooding, Byronic embodiment of seduction that she barely admitted she so craved. His shirt was white, its sleeves wide but gathered at the wrist, elongating his exquisite fingers. It was conveniently devoid of all but the southernmost buttons, exposing a tantalizing v-shape of pale, lean flesh that she longed to explore with tongue and fingers.

Did he always wear the type of trousers one could only describe as breeches? Black, of course, and so tight Hermione could see every contour of his muscled legs and arse (not to mention a not-insignificant muscle at the crotch…) She racked her brains, though the context of her earlier close encounter with his trousers (i.e. the fact that she had been frantically trying to release his cock from them) meant that she had no recollection of whether these were his everyday wear or not.

This kinkily equestrian theme was continued by the shining leather of the calf length boots he had donned, inexplicably complete with silver dressage spurs, which were arousing for reasons equally as evasive. Now they definitely weren’t everyday wear. Shorter strands of his hair fell forward obscuring his eyes from view. As he pushed them back Hermione noticed his eyes seemed even more expressive than usual, black flicks of kohl outlining them in an indescribably alluring manner, complimented by the trails of dark power that emphasized his already sharply angular cheekbones.

‘And he thought Lockhart a vain peacock.’ Hermione dryly compared the two in her mind. She knew though, that this was not vanity. No Gilderoy-esqe pride and insanely inflated ego caused her master to dress this way, to make himself beautiful for her. The man who stood before her, the one evidently intrigued by eighteenth-century romanticism, was the real Severus Snape. The one that no one else saw. The erotic, unconventionally gorgeous anti-hero. The one who knew exactly what she wanted. And by the looks of things he did indeed know what she wanted…

His left hand contained a medium length, somewhat wand-like wooden object, a single leather lash protruding from the end of it. It most closely resembled the bastard offspring of a threesome between a riding crop, a schooling whip and a Victorian cane.

He snapped the fingers of his free hand, and not for the first time this longest night of her life Hermione praised the existence of magic. She was once again relieved of clothing, and bound at the wrists and ankles by manacles, chained into apparently thin air, tight enough to restrain but not uncomfortable. Provided she stayed very, very still…

She had thought she was lying flat on her back, on the Professor’s desk at a guess, but the sound of Severus walking behind her, spurs gently clinking against the floor, where the desk should have been caused her to realize she was lying spread eagled, yet vertical, suspended in the air. Hermione marveled at the power. Severus was able even to subvert the dimensions!

To bring a situation so theoretically impossible into reality must have taken real skill, and she shivered at the thought that Potions evidently wasn’t the only area of his talent. (Magical talent, that is, for she had some experience already of his lesser known gifts, although she was confident that said knowledge would be expanded exponentially in the impending future)

‘You’re right where I want you.’

Severus punctuated each of the six words with a crack of the whip against his leather-clad calf, and Hermione moaned, longing his touch in some, any, form. He was standing directly behind her pensile form, his voice driving her insane with every last silken syllable. He began to circle her, keeping eye contact with a dangerously intense fervor.

‘You’ve been a bad, bad girl you know…seducing your Professor…thinking such immoral, lustful thoughts…wishing to be owned, I believe you put it…Such perversions deserve punishment.’

Hermione felt as though she might spontaneously combust at any point, such was the heat emanating from her. Strugtruggled futilely against her bonds, trying to gain any kind of friction to relieve the pressure that was mounting. Fuck, he hadn’t even touched her, but oh, how she wished he would…

‘Please Severus…punishment….’ She gasped out, only to feel a stinging lash across her buttocks, causing a squeal of shock and pain to escape her. He was behind her again. She knew that the blow Severus had dealt her was comparatively gentle, and quivered in fear and arousal at the thought of the damage he could, but did not inflict upon her. This was the ultimate control. He held the ultimate power. Knowing precisely what he was capable of doing, knowing, but never fully certain, that there were lines he would never cross.

‘Silence!’ He positively snarled. How alive, how deliciously evil she made him feel. The moment he put on those clothes, he felt darker than he had done for years. And she wanted him like this! She wanted a man who would torture and humil her her for his own twisted pleasure, but she would enjoy it all, she would demand and expect such behaviour from him…Gods, how he loved her.

‘You, my filthy whore, will address me with the proper respect.’ Another lash, this time soothed by his fingers, delving from behind into saturated folds, rubbing and pinching, coaxing her to buck against him, though it caused the metal grip that held her to dig into her flesh.

Abruptly he stopped these ministrations, and began the seemingly lackadaisical walk around her chained body again, as she bit back moans of protest and lust, the act of her teeth connecting with her lower lip only seeming to intensify the loss of Severus’ intoxicating touch.

‘You liked that, didn’t you?’ A question in form, but not in tone. More a self-satisfied statement, as Hermione arched her back, mutely straining towards him, trying in vain to provoke him to allow her release. A flick of the wrist and he ran the stinging, tongue-like lash over her body, flicking her erect nipples with just enough pressure to cause her to gasp.

‘Tell me what you want from me, precious slave, and I promise I won’t hurt you…unless of course that is what you desire…’ Again he was to her rear, wrapping the strand of leather around her as he moved, then jerking his hand to pull it to him, causing it to leave her body with a satisfying smack.

‘Talk to me…she moaned, head rolling back onto his waiting shoulder as his fingers entered her again, ‘that voice…you could make me come with it alone…’ she sighed deeply, a primal sound that sent shivers up Severus’ spine.

‘You mean you want me to…explicitly…’ She expelled her breath in a gasp as his thumb tormented her clit, ‘…describe precisely how much I’d love to fuck you, hard on that desk just behind us, to take you and make you scream my name and to know that no-one else can make you feel like I do…well I could do that for you, or alternatively I could just…show you…’

With yet another snap of his perfect fingers Hermione found herself released, and very definitely horizontal upon the aforementioned desk. This return to the normal dimensions was made very apparent by the fact that Severus was now above her, his eyes like burning coals as he kicked off his boots. At a torturously slow pace he crawled up her body, peeling off his trousers before straddling her, the head of his erection nestling at her slick entrance. Still not increasing in pace he slid into her, reveling in the way she gasped, ‘Oh…Severus…’ meeting his gaze before wrapping her legs around him.

He had held back so long, it seemed like an eternity since he had first kissed her, hours before against the door to his rooms, how he had wanted to have her then, but this wait had only made his experience infinitely better. She was so wet, and so unbelievably tight…As much as he tried to keep his strokes slow he found himself thrusting into her harder and harder, encouraged by her arching her back to meet his driving plunges.

As he ran his hands over her body, swirling his fingers around her nipples before bending to suck on her throat she moaned, ripping away his shirt to finally expose all of his body. He was beautiful, from the look of intense concentration in his eyes to the way she could feel his muscles tense with every movement. She ran her hands over his chest, before digging her nails into his back, and urging him on. Frantic and animalistic, a thin mist of sweat covering his body, his breathing matched Hermione’s. Reaching down, he ran his thumb over her clit a final time as he bit on her neck, before leaning back to pull her further onto him. Between ragged breaths he growled into her ear,
‘Come for me…’

Hermione cried out from the dizzying force of her orgasm, screaming ‘Severus,’ expelling his name as if it was her last breath. As her walls contracted around his throbbing cock Severus finally allowed himself to lose control fully, pushing himself further into her than he thought humanly possible. She grd hid his arse in a vice-like grasp, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss and swallowing the growling moan produced as his seed spilled forth into her.

He pulled away from the kiss, returning his lips to hers with a light, lingering touch before pulling her over so that they were both lying, nose to nose upon the table, falling asleep in a sweaty tangle of limbs as the rest of the school began to arise from its slumber…

A/N- Phew! Seven hours (on and off) of writing smut! Seven bloody hours! *Turns to imaginary Severus* ‘it was wonderful darling,’ lol! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, rather like the splicing together of some bondage but really quite sweet actual sex. :D R&R my smutty little kittens!

Thanks to-----

Jo- I know you didn’t review this time (grrr…. Lol, don’t worry, I know you have your reasons) Thought I’d do a little mention! Hopefully you’ll read this before going to the land of elks and the kind of cold that makes your nose fall off! Anyway, just thought I’d say thank you, hope you enjoy the chapter and kind of read what I intended you to into the ‘wait only makes the experience infinitely better’ bit, erm…yeah! I agree! Have found morals! Hurrah! Hope this obscenely smutty chapter is to your liking! ;) Don’t do anything too dangerous in Finland! XxXxX


Talene- *sings in an overly happy manner* Thank yoooouuuu! Here it is! More for you!

XxPhoenixX- I kept my side! He is insanely sexy, I agree, why isn’t he real in an actual tangible, please-may-I-fall-at-your-feet-and-worship-you manner? Or maybe I’m just not looking hard enough! I totally agree with you on the non-con thing, after all this is fan-fiction, not real life! Thank you for your support darling!

Deb- I think it’s a product of my weird mind…lol, if only I could get me one of those quill and parchment sets…*sighs* anyhow, I hope that chapter satisfies, thank you for your lovely praise! By the way, you do come out with some poetic terms in your reviews!

WizardingAngel- Thank you so much! Its so nice to hear (read) someone say take your time!

Snapeaholic- if you can trade places with her can I? What wouldn’t I give to do that…thank you loads for liking my mad little smut!

Nesscafe- Wow, saluted by the great nesscafe! I’m so flattered! Don’t worry too much about the smut for confessions, I worried about this and then it just came! (so to speak…) you’re doing a great job honey! And as for my plot, well I’ll try and keep plot and smut going! I think I broke a rule of the challenge, I know they’re not meant to be perfect looking but in my defence can I say that many people wouldn’t find Severus as beautiful as I do…I mean Hermiooes…oes…lol!

Lizski- There you go! Hope it pleases!

Intofire101- the fact that you love my writing is very very inspiring in itself! Thank you so much, and I hope you’re sleeping a bit better now! (Getting no sleep is really not fun, I know!)

Alison of the Faeries- Thank you! So…nice…to…get…such…nice…reviews…