The Pet Mistress-NEW chapter!

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Her breathing was still coming in harsh, ragged breath. It had been the most intensive coupling she had ever had. It had been so quick and animalistic, but she could still feel his magic cocooning around her. And adding to that, Hermione felt rather comfortable in Severus arms. He had a lean, but muscled frame, his body was in very good condition for his age. She wondered how old he actually was, as now he did look much younger than he used to look at Hogwarts. She guessed he might not be much older than forty years, and he had a rather good stamina.

‘Pet, the water’s getting cold, we better get out,’ his voice sounded like a silken purr, sending shivers over her spine, as his long fingers softly stroked her back. ‘You’re already shivering.’

‘Umm, I guess I’d better get out then,’ she untangled herself from him, a bit unwillingly, and stepped out of the tub. Looking around, she noticed a pile of towels on a chair in the far corner of the bathroom.

‘Can I use one of those?’ she asked her voice a bit unsure. Were pets allowed all normal things they wanted?

‘I would highly recommend you do so, however, do as you wish,’ he drawled lazily as he summoned his heavy dressing gown to cover himself, as her prancing around the bathroom stark naked, with water dripping down her spine, was arousing him again.

‘’And don’t forget your dress,’ he ordered her, moving out of the bathroom without a second glance, or else he might’ve given in and lost all his restraint by taking her against the wall or on the floor or… or nothing – would not use her.


Hermione had to smile victoriously. No matter how hard he tried to restrain himself, she had gotten what she wanted. He had felt so good inside her. So huge and pulsating. Yes, she was going to have him again. Even if it was for her own selfish pleasure.

Finishing drying herself with the exceptionally soft towel she retrieved her crumpled under dress from the floor and put it on. She wasn’t given a nightgown, and if she had to strip, this piece would certainly be easy to remove.

Stepping into the bedroom, she was quite uncertain what to do. Where was she allowed to go?

‘Get into bed or do I need to issue you a special invitation?’ Severus growled and he slipped into the right side of the bed.

‘Wow, thank you. I heard that pets aren’t allowed to the Master’s bed…’

‘Always the know-it-all…’ he tried to sound snarky, but it didn’t come across like that. He always adored her ardour and insatiable strive for knowledge. She’d be a good student of the dark Arts, too. She was such a talented and powerful witch. He wouldn’t let her talents go to waste, if he could help it. Possibly a bit of persuading the Dark Lord of her usefulness might give him the option to allow her a ‘household wand’, one which could perform basic home and office spells, but no defence or unforgivable curses.

She had already gotten into bed, but she was quivering.

‘Should I summon another blanket?’ he asked, thinking that the bath escapade had left her feeling unwell.

‘No, thank you…but can I ask something?’ her voice was small, almost as silent as a whisper.

‘You may, but it mustn’t be a question requiring an elaborate answer.’

‘Can I just hold you? I feel so cold without you near me.’ She begged.

He nodded and she was at his side in a flash. Her little arms wound around his back, her head resting on his chest, the very second her body was touching his her trembling had stopped.

Severus sighed deeply, he felt even guiltier now as previously. The potion he had given her could last up to three days, it was meant to ensure enough coupling to conceive an heir as soon as possible so when later the betrothed couple hated each other there still would be assurance of continuance of the line.
He hadn’t given her a fertility potion as prescribed in the ancient potions book, no, Merlin forbid; he had only given her a contraceptive whilst she was in the cell.

The effect of the lust potion, which seemed now rather to be a side effect, was that it required the one who had taken the potion to be in constant need of physical closeness to the partner.

It was both weird and comforting for Severus to have a woman in his bed for the whole night, as that was something he had never experienced. The witches from the brothel were just used for a moment of pleasure, and then he left and went back to his solace. He had wished to have a witch to share his bed and life, but it was difficult to find one worthy of him and his needs. She needed to be smart, charming and beautiful- a lot of requirements which not every witch could fulfil to the merit of the potions master.

However, the most perfect witch for him was now sleeping snuggled in his arms. She had all he ever wanted, it didn’t matter that her blood wasn’t pure, his was neither.

Lulled by the warmth of her body and the calming rhythm of her breathing Severus fell asleep, every fibre of his body relaxing and losing the strains from the hard work of ruling the ministry.

Teased by the first rays of light which had snuck into the room despite the heavy brocade curtains, Hermione awoke, feeling very happy and sated.

She couldn’t move as she was tangled in an embrace with man beside her. His closeness was enticing to her, his strong arms sending shivers of need trough her skin. She needed him again, she wanted to devour every inch of his skin and hear his moans which were like music to her ears, his surrender to her passions was making her feel like the greatest woman in the world.

Without thinking a lot, she started to kiss his neck slowly, mixing kisses with light licks and nibbles.

His little moans spurred her on to do even more, so she threw back the covers and started to unbutton the top buttons of his pyjama top.

‘What are you doing, pet?’ Severus asked her, his voice still husky with sleep.

‘I’m trying to make your morning good’ she purred back as she felt his arms release her. When she moved on top of him, she winced slightly from feeling a sore pain emitting from her lover abdomen.

‘Are you feeling a bit sore from yesterday?’ he asked, his voice filled with a hint of concern.

She didn’t want to answer as it would mean that he might not allow her to continue what she had started.

Taking her silence as an answer he summoned a vial of pain relief potion.
‘Here, drink it.’ He put the small vial in her hand.

‘I don’t need it,’ she replied, sniffing the cinnamon scented concoction. ‘What is this?’

‘A simple pain potion. With added cinnamon for improved taste.’ He managed to get her off from him and move a bit away. He could not have her now, and not for the next two days either.

Their first coupling had been wonderfully sating, but not like he had imagined. Yes, it was his entire fault that he had given her the potion which rendered her a needy temptress.

Severus had always wanted it be special when he’d bed the Granger girl. It would’ve been the pinnacle of his conquest, but so that she’d succumb to it willingly, not under the clouds of a lust potion.

Another thing he felt guilty for was her being in pain from last night. Even though the water and her excitement had helped a bit, he knew that the size of his manhood was something not every witch could easily handle.

‘Are you feeling better now?’ he asked, looking at her fragile form and felt guiltier when he watched her small hand clutch the vial.

‘Yes…I want you, Severus, please…’ her breathy voice made him almost succumb, but he didn’t let the need overwhelm him.

‘No, we can’t do this again, you haven’t yet recovered,’ he tried to put the most reasonable excuse. She was still so weak from the months spent in the cell; she had to regain her strength.

‘You didn’t like last night then?’ she was pouting and a tear prickled in the corner of her eye.

‘I liked it very much, but as it was so intense and it exhausted you so much, I want you to recover from your imprisonment before I take you in all the way I want you…’ he cradled her in his arms, pulling her close to him. ‘I think after three more days you’ll be fully recovered…’

‘But you’re just saying this because you think I’m a bad pet and you wanna give me away.’

‘Nonsense. I am just being reasonable for my own benefit. As much as I’d like to exhaust you unconscious with our bed delights, I’ll need you to brew some potions and tomorrow to work at the office.. you are far too valuable to be given away to a dolt.’

After hearing this, she stopped sobbing and pressed her lips against his in a heated kiss. Her tongue was dancing around his, giving him a good taste of her cinnamon flavoured moth.
He broke the kiss unwillingly, wiggling out of her embrace again.

‘We need to get dressed and have some breakfast.’ He stood up, walking over to a chest of drawers.’ And do not pout, you wouldn’t want all the hard work the house elves did go to waste?’

Reluctantly she stood up and headed for a chair where clothes, which she guessed were meant for her were laid out.

She admired the fine, lacy green bra and the tiny green thong. Such gorgeous lingerie she could never afford would now grace her body as an every day attire. She put the fine pieces on with care, making sure to adjust the bra straps for the perfect fit. She felt sexy again.

.’Do you like how this looks?’ she asked Severus, silently admiring his pale, muscled back and taut arse clad in dark boxers.

‘It looks very good.’ He said curtly, turning away. She looked like a wrapped Christmas gift, but he was not going to open it yet.

Huffing, she put on a dark forest green wrap dress and flat sandals. How could she tempt him? Why had this man turned into a sudden block of ice? He had been such a passionate one yesterday in the bath. She’d see to how she could trick him into having sex with her. She just needed it, as his magic was calling her, asking her to please him in all ways possible.

She let him lead her downstairs to the breakfast parlour. During the quick walk she admired his looks. He looked so relaxed and approachable, his heavy silky hair slightly tousled.

The breakfast table was already set. Plates of scrambled eggs, sausages and toast steaming and ready to be eaten. Severus sat down at the plate which had the Daily Prophet next to it, after a moment of hesitation she sat down on the other chair, finding a Glossy issue of Witch Weekly next to it. She gasped when she saw the cover.

‘Is everything alright?’ Severus asked casually.

‘Yes…did you know that you’re on the cover under the title ‘Most desirable Bachelor?’ she replied, looking at the rather good picture of him on the cover. In the picture he was at some sort of dais, wind sweeping trough his hair, his cloak billowing in the wind and revealing a rather stylish dark suit. She thought that this picture truly held a lot of sex appeal. It showed that he was a man of power. And he had rather distinguishing, masculine features, which made him handsome in his roughened way.

Hermione smirked contently. Other witches might drool over him, but it was her who devoured him in the bath till he was a puddle of passion.

Severus smiled, never letting the sneaky leglimency on her mind stop. So she felt empowered, eh? To him, it was a sign that maybe she did desire him, at least a bit.
‘All press has to go trough Ministry approval. I allowed this as I think it is a funny thing, really.’ He drawled lazily.

‘Why so? I think that you’ve always been rather impressive. It’s just now you’re a public person…’ she went on, putting some more eggs on her plate.

Severus didn’t answer. What would he answer? That never before witches had sought his attentions? That for years he had been craving her company? He opened his newspaper and read on, trying to not look at the incredibly attractive witch sitting opposite him.

The homely ambience of cluttering plates and pages turning was interrupted by a black falcon sweeping graciously into the room. It had two missives attached to it’s leg, and Severus expected it to be meant for him, however, the bird changed direction and flew towards Hermione. The bird squawked and sat down on the edge of the table, pointedly staring at the plate with sausages. Hermione noticed the bird’s gaze and fed it with a piece of his desired food. After receiving his treat the bird extended his leg and urged Hermione to take the missive.

Severus watched, holding his breath, as Hermione opened the letter which was clearly marked with the Dark Lord’s insignia. What would Voldemort want from a pet?

Another gasp echoed in the room and Hermione was falling to the floor. He caught her just before she managed to hit the floor. Quickly checking her vitals and finding her stable he laid her down on the settee next to the window.

Summoning her letter he couldn’t read a word. It was enchanted with privacy spells, so only the original recipient could read. He had no way of knowing what had caused her distress. He cradled Hermione’s unconscious form in his arms, feeling her heartbeat slowly become steadier.

The insolent bird was still at the table, now happily taking care of her breakfast leftovers. Glaring at the bird didn’t help. It wouldn’t tell him what exactly was on his lord’s mind.



A/N So..what do you think was Voldie’s idea with the letter?How did you like our noble Severus? Please let me know what You think!