Woes of a Potions Master

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Chapter 13 ~ Accepting the Gift Offered

Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.

Severus listened to the song lyrics as he looked at his wife. Hermione was dressed in a rather short, tattered amber dress that showed her thighs, her wrists tied together by leather straps and pulled over her head. She wore a green and silver collar around her neck, and a leash dangled from it. Her hair fell in thick strands around her face and shoulders. He couldn’t see Hermione’s face clearly because her head was bowed. Suddenly she raised it slowly, looking directly at him, her amber eyes full of lust and longing. The Potions Master felt his chest tighten…she looked so beautiful, wanton and vulnerable. She was completely at his mercy.

The woman’s voice wailed in the background.

“I’ve been a bad girl, Severus,” she said throatily, her eyes going half-lidded. The way her husband was staring at her was making her soaking wet. “A very bad girl to you.”

The Potions Master swallowed as he got an immediate erection just looking at her standing there, tied up. His black eyes fell on the leather straps tied around her wrists, then followed them through the ring on the ceiling and down to a crank on the wall. He blinked, then his eyes shifted back to his wife, who looked at him with soft eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Severus,” she said her amber eyes wet.

Severus tilted his head at her.

I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you

“Are you?” he said in a low voice

“Yes. And I deserve to be punished for what I’ve done to you,” she said in a low voice. “Punish me, Severus.”

The Potions Master’s cock throbbed so hard he gasped. He put the items on the bed and began to quickly unbutton his robes, his black eyes raking over her body as he did so. She looked like a slave girl, and seeing her dressed and bound like this affected him deeply. She had gone all out for him…she knew she had hurt him and sincerely wanted to make it up to him. He never expected this, and realized why she had contacted Ginny.

“You did this for me?” he asked her unnecessarily…just wanting to hear her speak to him.

“Yes,” she said.

“Why?” the Potions Master said as he removed his robes, walked over to the chair and draped them across it. He started on his shirt cuffs.

“Because I was terrible to you, just like everyone else…and I’m afraid you won’t be able to forgive me. I’m your wife. I’m supposed to love you and support you. Instead I hurt you. Laughed at your situation like it was a big joke. I didn’t mean anything by it, Severus. I swear I didn’t. I was just thoughtless…stupid. Immature. Inconsiderate. I didn’t look at it from your standpoint and I should have. Severus, so many people have caused you pain. I’ve never wanted to be one of them. But I became one of them any way, and in my case…it’s much worse because you’ve given your heart to me. I don’t want you to take it back because you feel I don’t care. I made a mistake. And I know how you are about mistakes. They happen but they have to be paid for just the same. I thought giving myself to you like this might help prove to you how much I love you and how sorry I am. That it would help make you forgive me. I don’t want you to stop loving me, Severus. My whole world would end if you stopped loving me,” Hermione said softly.

Severus stripped off his shirt, revealing his lean, muscled chest. He looked at his wife.

“I’m disappointed in you Hermione, but be assured I still love you. I will always love you. However,” he said, walking over to the bed and picking up the gloves, and putting them on, “You are correct about mistakes having to be paid for. You removed yourself from my bed. You are my wife and are supposed to stand by me. It was a blow to my heart and my pride. You still have my heart, Hermione…it is resilient. My heart knows your heart. You love me. My pride, however, requires more. You disrespected me. I have to teach you respect, my love.”

His voice dropped low.

“I love that you are so willing to do something like this to try and please me. I intend to take full advantage of it,” he said, putting on the half mask, and picking up the riding crop. “I find your vulnerability arousing. Very arousing.”

His black eyes flicked over the restraints again.

“Do the bindings hurt you or make you uncomfortable?” he asked her, concern in his voice.

He walked closer to her, standing in front of her. He ran the riding crop gently up and down her thigh. Hermione squirmed a little at the contact of the crop on her skin. Her amber eyes flicked over her husband. She thought he looked delicious naked to the waist, gloved and masked, his black eyes watching her intently. Severus could smell her arousal, and his nostrils pulsated as he waited for her to answer.

“No. They are charmed. They aren’t uncomfortable at all. They have lightening charms, support charms, and an anti-tightening spell as well as a safe word to release me if necessary,” she said.

“That’s good,” he breathed, using the crop to lift the tatters of the dress, looking at the patch of chestnut hair between her thighs.

Hermione felt a gush of lubrication drop as he looked at her, his black eyes even more intense behind the mask. He lifted the dress with the other gloved hand. Suddenly he struck her at the vee of her thighs with the riding crop. Hermione groaned as pleasure radiated out from where he struck her. Severus’ eyes were fixed to her face as he struck her again in the same place, and Hermione writhed this time, the pleasure intensifying. Severus raised the crop and looked at it.

“An amazing creation. Apparently the more you use it, the greater the pleasure,” he observed. Then he looked at Hermione with heated eyes.

Spread your legs, wife,” he said with a growl in his voice.

Hermione widened her stance on the floor.

Severus started to walk around her, his hands and the crop clasped behind his back. He stopped in back of her and stepped very close, so she could feel his presence. But he didn’t touch her. He stood behind her silently. Hermione tried to twist her head around to see him.

“Keep looking straight ahead,” Severus hissed in her ear. Hermione obeyed him.

“How do you think I’m going to punish you?” he whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling it. Hermione leaned her head toward his voice, hoping to get a touch of his lips, but he drew back just a little.

“I don’t know,” Hermione replied.

“You don’t know? Have I ever punished you before?” he was at her other ear now, and he pressed his body against her back. He had a huge erection. He began to rub her sides slowly with his gloved hands, one still holding the crop.

“Yes,” she breathed.

One of the Professor’s hands slipped over her breast for a moment, then returned to her waist. She arched a bit, sighing.

“What did I do when I punished you?” Severus asked her, pulling her hair to one side and revealing the collar and her creamy throat. “Tell me what I did.”

Severus slid his lips over the available flesh of her throat gently, then pulled his mouth away. He looked at the collar closely. ‘THE PROPERTY OF SEVERUS SNAPE” was burned into the leather. He grinned slightly at the declaration of ownership.

“You fucked me,” Hermione whispered, her eyes closed. She moved back against him as best she could.

“That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment,” he said after moving his head to the other side of her, this time resting his lips against her ear as he spoke, his mouth teasing her sensitive lobe as it moved.

“You fucked me to tears. Past tears,” she answered softly.

The Professor stuck the riding crop in the waist of his pants and slid both hands around his wife’s breasts and began to fondle her with his gloved hands, squeezing her globes roughly as he ground his cock against lower back. Then he bent his knees so he could press it hard against her soft ass.

“Ah, so I punished you with my cock then,” he whispered as he moved against her, his hands full of breasts. Hermione began to moan sexily as he massaged her coarsely, her arms flexing against the straps that bound her.

“I hurt you?” he asked silkily, his eyes half closed as he enjoyed grinding against the softness of her body

“Yessss,” she sighed, grinding her own body back against his now.

“Good hurt or bad hurt?” he asked her, stopping his motions and making her push back against him urgently, wriggling, trying to keep him turned on. She needn’t have bothered. Severus was already as aroused as he could be.

“It was…good,” she responded, her voice slurring with need, “Very good Severus.”

“So you like being punished,” he purred against her hair. “You know what that makes you, don’t you Hermione? A masochist. That’s why you’re all tied up, my sweet. This is as much for you as it is for me,” he said darkly, letting his lips fall to her throat again. Hermione shuddered as he let both hands drift down her belly, then lower, sliding his gloved digits back and forth over her inner thighs, the soft leather feeling strange but good against her flesh as her pussy ached above them. She moaned and sighed as he teased her with his caresses. He ground his bulge against her again, forcefully.

“Severus,” she said brokenly. Her masked lover continued to work his body against her.

“I can feel your heat through my gloves, wife. You want to be fucked, don’t you? To be punished by me,” he crooned. “You want me to plunge my cock into you until you cry and break apart, don’t you?” he breathed, humping against her now, his hands holding her breasts again, using them as leverage to pull himself tightly to her.

“I’ve been a bad girl,” Hermione repeated, remembering Ginny said to say it over and over to him.

“Yes you have,” he agreed, a quaver in his voice.

Suddenly, Severus stopped moving against her and released her, watching with pleasure as she struggled back to reach him, held by her bindings. He removed the crop from his waist and walked around the front of her. Gods, she was beautiful in her need as she strained toward him, her hair flung across her face like a wild woman’s, her eyes glowing with lust and need. She was twisting against the restraint.

Severus’ eyes swept over her. How was he going to get her out of that dress with her tied like this? He looked at it closer.

“Hold still,” he snarled, striking her on the thigh with the crop.

Hermione gasped with pleasure, but stopped moving. Severus’ black eyes followed a thin seam that went down the front of the dress. There were also seams across the straps on her shoulders. He arched an eyebrow and gripped the top of the dress to the left of the seam and pulled. There was a kind of tearing noise as the dress opened, revealing his wife’s succulent body. The fabric wasn’t torn however. It was velcroed. She was wearing a tear-away dress.

“How very convenient,” Severus breathed, looking at Hermione’s partially undressed body, the leash hanging between her breasts. He tore open the seams on her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor. Now she was bound and naked. Severus could have come in his pants.

He took the riding crop and traced it around her breasts, drew down her belly and over her pubic hair. Hermione panted prettily, her lips parted, her amber eyes locked to her husband’s face at he watched the crop move over her body. Then he tapped it upward between her opened legs, striking her labia several times in quick succession, the crop sending pulses of pleasure through her body.

“Oh gods!” Hermione cried out, struggling in her bindings, her eyes hot. Her pussy was throbbing and tingling. It felt as if it had its own pulsing heartbeat. The witch groaned deeply as lubrication poured out of her.

Severus watched her inner thighs get wet, then drew the crop through the glistening juices, and brought it to his mouth, his eyes meeting hers. He tasted it, and growled.

“Sweet as ever, wife,” he breathed.

Then Severus began to beat her body soundly with the riding crop.

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A/N: All I can say is ooh. Beat me. Beat me. Lol. Please review.