The Pet Mistress-NEW chapter!

Hello sweets! I finally got this chapter written. It is hinting to lemons, but a whole bucketful of lemons will come soon. Any ideas what Tom is up to? I love your reviews! Please don’t throw tomatoes at me!

Coward! Severus’ mind screamed when he let the young woman devour his mouth. You should’ve gotten this the proper way, not like this…and you don’t even have the antidote to this!

He felt guilty; he knew it was wrong on so many levels, but why did it feel so good to let her control him with her passion, her little hands moving on his back in soft motions…then, swiftly changing direction her dextrous fingers started to work on the buttons of his shirt, her fingertips caressing his newly exposed skin. It felt so good for Severus, too good actually, that’s why it had to stop.

‘’Hermione, stop…’’ Severus managed to mumble out, stopping the kiss. Her palms were still circling his chest, making his resolve crumble.


‘’Was I not satisfying enough, Master?’’ her face constricted in an unhappy grimace, her lips forming a childish pout.

‘’You are very enticing, my dear. But it’s time for dinner.’’ He carefully removed her hands from his body and move her away from his lap, so she’d not notice the signs of his erection.

But the little witch didn’t budge. She just moved closer to him again, this time keeping her hands away from him, and nuzzled his neck, raining small kisses over his sensitive skin.

‘’The house elves have made a huge effort for dinner tonight. You wouldn’t want that all their work goes to waste, do you?’’ He tried to press on her old feelings about rescuing the house elves.

‘’But I want to spend time with you,’’ she begged, now looking into his eyes pleadingly.

‘’We’d still be together…but I’m hungry for a good steak now…’’ he tried to make himself believe that he didn’t want to devour her on this couch right now.

‘’Alright, sir.’’ She stood up, abruptly and waited for him to give the next orders.

Hermione was quite happy now. She felt good and eerily powerful. Severus had succumbed to her touch. He was putty in her hands. She would’ve never thought he’d turn into a molten puddle of passion in such a short amount of time, the only thing what bothered her was his sudden restraint. She had felt his need. I’ll figure this out soon. And actually, he’s quite hot in his own right. How did I not notice him before?

She was deep in her thoughts as she felt her arm being wrapped around a stronger one and a silky voice purred into her ear that it was time for dinner. Zooming out of her reverie she realised that Severus was leading her out of the room, trough a long hallway until they stopped at another set of heavy oak doors. This must be the dining room, then… I wonder how it’ll look like?

The room’s decorations surprised her. She expected it to look dreary and depressing, however, it looked rather majestic. Dark green velvet curtains with silver trimmings covered the large French windows, walls of silvery gray contrasting with the dark, possibly, ebony, polished flooring. A true Slytherin’s domain, eh? But not bad, not bad at all.


As Snape released her arm and gallantly and held out a chair for her, she almost gasped. This truly wasn’t bad slavery. She was treated like a person, not like an object. She knew she would’ve not had the spirit to endure torture. Being Snape’s pet felt kind of good, he was very nice to her. And she was going to use that to the full extent. She’d get a lot of benefit for herself, not everyone had access to such a powerful wizard. Every wizard’s weakness was sex, right? She’ll exploit it very good, she was sure. If only wouldn’t seem so terribly attractive to her. The smouldering dark eyes and his sultry, silky voice were her undoing, right along with the soft hum of his magic, which was calling to her.

To not feel weak, she decided she’d not look at him for a while. So instead, she concentrated on the table setting. Aha, fine white china. Gleaming silverware. White, stiff linen tablecloth. And a wonderful arrangement of dark purple lilies, so dark as they almost seemed to be black. The flowers smelled so sweet, she wanted to lean closer and enjoy more of it, as well feel the soft petals. These flowers were so rare, especially difficult to acquire in the wintertime…

‘’Excuse me, Miss, could I please put this here?’’ Her thoughts were interrupted by the squeaky voice of a house elf. Looking down, she saw Dimwit holding a plate of starters in his long hand.

‘’Oh, hi, Dimwit. How are you? I’m sorry I didn’t notice you earlier.’’ She said and looked at the elf. He was wearing a rather unusual attire for a house elf. The dark green trousers and emerald jumper looked good on him, though. The jumper even had a tiny embroidery of Snape’s coat of arms. The elf looks healthy, no bruises visible, it’s smiley and it even has clothes…weird. I need to ask Snape how he was allowing that. He isn’t that cruel then… well he has more minions to torture than just mere house elves…

‘’Hello, Miss, I am very good today. Is all to your liking, Miss?’’ he asked and smiled at her, showing her perfect little teeth.

‘’Yes, it is, thank you.’’ The elf bowed and disappeared. Now she had no reason to not look at Snape. She was afraid that she’d lose herself in his dark eyes.

‘’I’m glad to hear that all is to your liking.’’ His voice sent shivers down her spine. It felt like she was tickled with a thousand feathers, all slowly caressing her skin with a scorching effect. All she could do was just to give him a little shy smile, as she knew that no coherent thought would be able to cross her mind right now.

He smirked at her; it was his trademark smirk, just the amused sort, not the malicious one. She went back to studying her plate. The elves had really outdone themselves. Tasty looking small canapés were arranged on the plate, along with some carrot and celery sticks, and radish was cut out like a water lily in the middle of a dab of dip. She hadn’t seem such a carefully prepared meal in ages. Dimwit had usually brought her simple foods to the cell, nothing like this one, which compared to the presentation of food in an expensive Muggle restaurant.

‘’Just a note - for a week from now you will have smaller meals than normal, as you still have to recover from your rather unhealthy stay at headquarters. After that, you will be free to choose whichever meals you like.’’ He said in a calm, bored tone, then giving his soup more attention.

Aww, this is so cute from him. To care so much for me. I knew he isn’t as cold as he appears. She looked at him with admiration in her eyes. Actually, she wished she could hug him and tell him what a wonderful person he is. These thoughts made her feel all mushy inside, but as well horny as she contemplated how she could turn the hug into something hotter. He needed a proper thank you, right?


Severus stifled a groan when he saw the admiring look turn into pure lust in a few seconds. He reckoned it was the potion’s subtle doing. How could he keep to his resolve and not take her tonight if she kept on sending him these innocent, but still sultry looks?

Her presence there was driving him wild with need, too. Every little movement made him remember that she was not a figment of his imagination but really there. And the dress was so damn teasing. Showing her every curve, fitting just like a shimmering gift wrapper, ready to be ripped off to let him devour the content. He took a few controlled breaths. He couldn’t let his desire for her overtake his resolve. Yes, he might not have been the noblest man all his life, but it felt wrong to take advantage of her now, as later, when the potion would wear off, she’d hate him. he didn’t want to have her under the influence of the potion for long, as there were no sure reports what would happen to her. And if the potion means she’d act like a house elf all the time. He couldn’t bear that. He could do something about it right now.

If she would only stop to eat so enticingly. Why was she devouring the canapé like it was something else? Her lips moving so sensually… he should’ve ordered a less sexual food choice for her. But it wasn’t the food’s fault. It was her.

‘’We need to speak about your behaviour. This cannot continue…’’ he said in a controlled tone. His breathing was now back to normal, he was only looking at her face, trying not to think how sensual her lips looked.

Her eyes widened, a surprised expression frozen on her lips. Her hand stilled and she dropped a piece of carrot on the floor.

‘’What did I do wrong?’’ her eyes got the doe-quality again, it seemed she’d break out in tears. ‘’I try to be good.’’


‘’I wish you to alter the way you address me. The current state of things annoys me. Every time you say ‘Master’ to me it feels like I’m talking to a house elf. However, regarding your situation in this house, I think it you could be allowed a great liberty in addressing me,’’ he stopped, enduring a great pause, taking note of shell-shocked expression. ‘’I think you can call me Severus when we are at home…’’ he explained, seeing that she was even more shocked. Truth to be told, this familiarity had only been allowed to three people – Lily, Albus and the Dark Lord. Needless to say that two out of those three were dead due to his complete or partly fault. But nothing will happen to Hermione. She’s under my protection. She’s mine. I don’t mess with my property.

‘’Are you sure, Severus?’’ her words came out slow, but steady.

The way how his name sounded from her lips was intoxicating. And it’d sound much better when she’s about to come, his mind had shifted to his desire for the girl, but he willed it to turn again to more important matters. He had to establish her situation not only in his house but in life overall. He knew it was a lot to allow her such familiarity, but then again- he had never had a really homely feeling in his life. living with his parents had been hell, his tenure at Hogwarts wasn’t much better, it had felt like an endless school year. Now things were different. He wanted to try to ‘play house’ with his little witch. If it didn’t work out, he’d figure out what to do later, right?


‘’Of course, whilst we are in headquarters, you’d still have to address me as Master, in the Ministry you will have to call me either ‘sir’ or ‘Minister’. Any questions about this?’’

‘’No, sir,’’ she answered, smiling at him. she resumed her meal, every movement of her lips so enticing that he was terribly tempted to take her just over this table, letting the plates fly to the ground and shatter. How far away was she? No more than 2 or three steps, he calculated. Though it would be an uncomfortable tumble for her. I need to stop this…I can’t take her here. Did the potion’s fumes have an effect on me? No, they were harmless, the text assured it. I am just trying to deny my need….

He didn’t let his schooled expression falter even a bit when he saw her licking drops of dip from her lips, the tip of her tongue slowly moving over her luscious pink lips.

Suddenly a majestic black falcon swooped into the room, gracefully landing on the edge of the table near Severus. It extended a leg and Severus removed the missive from its leg. Severus scowled for a bit and opened the note, his expression remaining stoic whilst he read it.

‘’I must leave you for a while. Please continue with your dinner.’’ He stood up and strode out of the room. The falcon remained in the room, its eyes concentrating on Hermione now.

She wondered to whom the bird belonged as it was highly unusual to use a falcon for mail delivery. As if on cue, the bird moved closer to her, its beady eyes searching hers. It made her feel uncanny.

‘’Do you want a treat? You’re such a good bird…’’ she cooed, showing it a bacon and egg canapé. The bird reluctantly took it, never losing eye contact with her.

**

Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, smiled very contently as he watched Hermione interact with his trusted messenger, Adolf. Tom had placed a complicated reflecting spell on the bird, letting him see what the bird saw. His initial goal was to see in what mood Severus was and how the pet’s presence had impacted him. if all what Tom had read would be true and apply to her, the effects on Severus would be immediate.

And really, just as Tom had hoped, she had already affected Severus. But for now, Severus was the secondary thought of the Dark Lord. She did look truly mesmerizing now. This woman would be the key for his endless reign over the world… but he’d look into the matter a little later. He had a torturing session scheduled which he had to attend…