Professor Snape Bangs Again

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Chapter 10 ~ A Little Something to Prove

"Show you?" Hermione repeated, looking at the vibrator and him rather wildly.

"Yes. You tell me this toy brings you pleasure. I want to see it," he said evenly. "Remember, Hermione. Staying the weekend is not enough. You have to please me too, or it's just a sleepover. So…if you want me to hold up my end of this little bargain, I suggest you take this vibrator and get to work."

Hermione slowly took the vibrator out of his hand. The Professor was much worse than she ever imagined he'd be. He wanted to watch her masturbate with a vibrator. All right. First she had to pretend he wasn't there.

"Can I at least close my eyes? You watching me is going to ma…:" she began.

"No. I want to see your eyes," Severus replied.

Hermione frowned at him, then remembered what she had learned in her public speaking course. Find a spot on the wall above your audience's head and stare at it. It is the place to focus and run to when having performance anxiety.

Severus sat back in the armchair, his hands folded on his lap, looking expectant as the witch looked a bit above his head and brought the vibrator to her throat.

"Public speaking technique," he thought, "Whatever works."

Hermione ran the vibrator around her throat, letting it massage and relax her somewhat. It really did feel nice against her skin. She brought it slowly over her leather-encircled breasts, sighing a bit as the toy warmed and shuddered again her fullness.

Severus watched her breasts jiggle as she ran the vibrator over one then the other, turning the tip of it to her nipples and biting her lip as pleasure shot through her. She let out a moan as her nipples hardened to tight peaks, and her eyes lit up with heat as she ran the toy lower.

Severus began to unbutton his robes.

Hermione didn't notice as she lost herself to the vibrating tool, sighing and moaning as she shifted her position slightly, moving from in front of the Professor and leaning back against the wall, her pelvis thrust out, moving the streamlined vibrator downward, working it back and forth over her pubic hair and up and down her thighs, her body undulating deliciously.

Severus stood up and peeled off his robes, his eyes glinting at the witch, who had all but forgotten him as she stimulated herself, rolling her hips sensually as she slid the length of the vibrator better her thighs, running the tip between her labia and groaning, her eyes turning downward. The wizard began to remove his shirt as well.

"Oh gods, this is so good," she purred uninhibitedly, panting as she ran the vibrator over her clit.

Severus watched her, and could see her lubrication on the silver tool. His nostrils flared as he watched Hermione, her upper back leaning against the wall, her pelvis stuck out and rolling as she watched herself work the vibrator between her legs, completely caught up as she writhed, hissed and moaned. She was a dirty little witch when she got going.

Severus took off his shirt, his lean, pale, muscled torso exposed. His trousers were immensely tented to the point of being uncomfortable, and he quickly opened them, sliding them off. He'd already toed off his shoes. He heard the hum off the vibrator deepened and looked up to see that Hermione had inserted it inside herself and was working it back and forth, angling the sex toy as she did so, moaning and whispering her pleasure as the tool did this to her body that she believed he couldn't. Her free hand moved over her breasts and belly

The Potions Master quickly removed his boxers, his huge cock hard and ready, pointing straight out in front of him. The wizard rubbed the leaking lubrication from its mushroomed head up and down his shaft as he walked over to Hermione and stood in front of her, watching her fondle herself as she stroked in and out of her wet pussy with the vibrator, bliss all over her pretty face.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself very much, Hermione," Severus said to her in a silky voice, watching her wind her hips greedily as the vibrator worked in and out of her.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him as if she really didn't see him as she continued to use the vibrator.

The wizard reached out with both hands and began to massage her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples. The witch sighed as he watched her as closely as he would watch a simmering potion. She didn't protest, but kept fucking herself, though her eyes were now on the Potions Master. Her hand slid over one of his, and he caught it and brought it down to his cock.

"Caress me," he commanded, wrapping her small hand around his shaft. Hermione did it in time with her own motions as she buried the vibrator between her thighs, her hot hand sliding the velveteen flesh of his organ up and down his length, making the wizard hiss. Severus never took his eyes off her face, but thrust his hips forward as he continued manipulating her breasts. He could feel the witch heating up.

"Feel how big I am," he said to her, rawness leaking in to the silk of his voice as her hand pleasured him. Now he wanted heat all around it, soft, wet heat.

Hermione continued moaning at the sensation of the shuddering tool inside her.

"I don't vibrate, but I can fill you better than that…that…imitation," he breathed.

"This feels good…" Hermione managed to get out as she approached her peak. "So much better…"

Suddenly Severus grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the vibrator and pulled it toward him, removing the instrument. Hermione let out a cry of protest when he did so.

"Let me finish…please…before you …you ruin it," she gasped at him.

Ruin it? Why the little wench.

Suddenly the naked wizard bent and slid his arms between Hermione's thighs, lifting her up the wall, feeling the pattern of the fishnet stocking on his forearms. He looked at the open crotch of her crotch-less leather knickers. The leather around her pussy was so wet it looked oiled. He positioned himself against the writhing witch. She still had the vibrator in her hand, running.

"Ruin it? Does this feel like I'm ruining it?" he hissed, thrusting into the witch with some power, filling her and stretching her pussy over his girth, groaning as she swallowed his cock.

Hermione let out a surprised gasp. It did feel good…so much more. The Professor rotated his pelvis, and the witch's eyes rolled up.

"Shit!" she breathed, quivering around him.

Severus began to stroke her, his black eyes fixed on her face as he fucked her with long, deep strokes, hitting her cervix, parting her flesh over and over, the witch groaning, the wizard adjusting his angle, listening to her responses and judging what to do next by the timbre of her voice. Hermione was thrusting back.

"Oh my gods," she breathed.

Severus groaned. She still felt good. Tight, hot and wet. He felt her arms wrap around his neck, and her chin rest on his shoulder.

"Harder," she whispered to him.

"Harder? Don't tell me I feel good, Hermione," he replied, pulling his head back to look at her. Her eyes were heated and half-closed with pleasure.

"I won't. Just do it harder," she whispered.

Severus smirked and began to fuck the witch harder, slamming against her cervix and Hermione shrieking…but this time it wasn't because of pain. There was an ache, yes, but she didn't want him to stop. Obviously the wizard was capable of giving pleasure, and his strong body felt wonderful against hers as he pressed into her, jerking her body as he flexed, his thick, rigid cock penetrating her over and over. Hermione could feel his shoulders bunch under her arms as he drove into her, grunting and cursing his pleasure as her voice rose.

Hermione began to shudder, the sweetness inside her almost too good as the Potions Master drove his cock into the middle of it, hard and fast, panting, feeding her primal need.

"Is it good, Hermione?" Severus asked her, growling.

"Yessss," she replied jerkily, the rhythm of his pounding body throwing off her speech pattern.

"Better than the vibrator?" he asked her.

"Yesssss," the witch replied.

Severus stopped, staring at her.

"That's all I wanted to know. Finish yourself off," he hissed, pulling out of her, letting her legs drop, unwrapping her arms from around his neck and releasing her. He gathered up his clothes.

"What?" Hermione asked him, disbelief and dissatisfaction making her belly ache. She wanted him to make her come.

"Use the vibrator and finish yourself off. I have work to complete," he said, carrying his clothes over to the sofa, his cock bouncing thick and straight out in front of him.

The wizard dropped the clothing and walked over to his desk. He pulled out the chair and sat down at the desk to finish completing the test for his class. He had come once already, and had the rest of the weekend to fuck her. He had wanted to show the witch he could give her pleasure…if he chose.

He could also take it away.

Hermione leaned against the wall, flabbergasted.

He was actually good…was actually taking her someplace wonderful…then he just...just…walked away. He'd done it on purpose.

The witch looked at the vibrator. He'd ruined that too. The Potions Master was so much bigger, and could go deeper with more power, more motion. He was both hard and soft as he moved inside her. There was heat. Hard flesh to soft flesh. Life meeting life. The vibrator was now a pale, very pale comparison.

Shit.

Hermione bit her lip. . The witch was so close to pleasurable release by the wizard, she felt she could cry with frustration

Severus appeared to be concentrating fully on the parchment in front of him, his pale hand flying across the page, his head leaned forward, black hair hanging on either side of his face as he worked.

"You are a fucking big-nosed bastard," Hermione seethed at him.

Severus looked up at her.

"My big nose is merely a reflection of my even bigger cock, so you haven't insulted me, witch. My parents were married when I was conceived, so the term 'bastard,' at least in the literal sense doesn't apply to me. However the fucking would…if I were doing it, which I am not at this time. I have to finish my work, Hermione. All play and no work makes the Potions Master a very irritated and unprepared teacher," he said smirking at her.

Then he looked curious.

"But, why are you verbally attacking me? Have I done something wrong?" he asked her, knowing very well he had taken her to the edge and left her hanging.

"You…you brought me to the brink of climax, then…walked away," she replied.

Severus put his quill down and folded his hands on his desk.

"Don't tell me you wanted me to 'force' another orgasm out of you, Hermione? They aren't real. You get your 'real' orgasms from that little humming tool in your right hand. At least that's what you led me to believe. I was sure you'd be able to reach a satisfactory conclusion on your own," he said silkily. "In either case, I suggest you get busy. I'm going to be a while. You can return to your room if you like."

He returned to his parchment.

Hermione stared at him a moment, then let out a little shriek of fury and stormed back down the hallway to her tiny room.

Severus watched her go with hooded eyes.

"One point for the bat of the dungeons," he said to himself, smirking and returning to the test.

The night was far from over, but now Hermione had something to think about other than him not giving her pleasure.

Now the problem was he hadn't given her enough.

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A/N: Ooh Severus. You are a devil. There are horns hidden under that long black hair. Please review.