Woes of a Potions Master
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The Potions Master Working It Out
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Chapter 14 ~ The Potions Master Working It Out
Everybody’s looking for something
Hermione began crying out as wave after wave of pleasure washed across her body, Severus applying the crop powerfully over almost every inch of her, walking around her, striking her flesh over and over his eyes glinting as she writhed, moaned and called his name, straining against the bonds, begging him to stop and continue in the same breath as he whipped her back, legs, ass, thighs, belly and breasts repeatedly. No marks appeared on Hermione’s body, though the Potions Master laid the crop to her ardently as he told her silkily of her crimes against him, how wrong she was, and declared that she would never leave him again. It was cleansing for the Potions Master, a needed release for his anger, and a definite turn on to whip Hermione like this, knowing he wasn’t causing her pain but pleasuring her to her limit. How much pleasure could she take?
Severus got his answer as Hermione began shuddering under the lashing riding crop, biting her lip and whimpering as she climaxed, her husband’s dark eyes on her. The Potions Master threw the crop down and dropped to his knees in front of his wife, throwing her thighs over his shoulders and diving into her hot, pink core, his supple tongue and lips adding to the pulses of bliss rushing through her. Hermione hung there suspended, sweat streaming down her body as she thrashed in her restraints, shrieking as her husband’s talented ministrations took her back to the heights, then over the edge again, as he sucked and licked her release of out her hungrily, his tongue thoroughly scouring her luscious pussy until he had swallowed down every creamy drop of her orgasm and felt her trembling helplessly against his mouth. He pulled away from her sex, licking his lips and sighing deeply.
Severus knelt before his wife, her quivering thighs resting on his shoulders, his heart pounding and pale chest heaving from his passionate animal assault on her body. The Potions Master looked up at Hermione, watching her breasts rise and fall heavily as she recovered, her amber eyes staring down at him, heated and full of love. She slipped back a little, now her knees hooked over his shoulders, her arms still extended over her head. Hermione didn’t feel any discomfort from the restraints. The protected spells were still in place. She felt fulfilled, rewarded, glad that her husband still had so much passion for her after all she’d put him through.
Severus lowered her legs back to the ground, stood up, pulled her against him and kissed her deeply, hungrily, pressing himself against her, reveling in the softness and heat of her mouth. He pulled back and looked at her lips. She had such a lovely little mouth…such a soft…sweet…
Suddenly Severus let Hermione go, and strode over to the crank. He turned it and loosened the tautness enough so she could drop her bound wrists in front of her…then he loosened the straps even more. He quickly walked back over to his wife and stood in front of her. He began to unfasten his pants, his eyes hot behind the mask as he opened them and pulled out his cock. It was swollen to maximum size, the thick shaft fully extended and the pink head oozing pre-cum. Hermione understood it was her turn to drop to her knees. Her hands were bound so Severus assisted her, holding his organ up so she could engulf it with her warm mouth.
He hissed, and threw his head back as she swallowed him down. Gods, she felt so damn good, and the fact her hands were bound made his pleasure even greater. It seemed everyone was right about him. He did like his wife tied up…he had even enjoyed beating her with the riding crop. But he doubted he would have enjoyed it if it caused her pain. He only liked to give her pain one way. The Potions Master groaned as Hermione dipped him to the back of her throat, and he placed his gloved hands on her head and began thrusting into her mouth greedily.
“I’ve missed this, Hermione,” he breathed down at her as he pumped between her lips, gripping her head gently and moving it over him. Of course she couldn’t reply, so she sucked his cock hard in response, causing him to shudder and gasp.
“Shit,” he said, speeding up, watching his glistening organ dip in and out of her mouth. He leaned back a bit so he could better see her face. Hermione’s amber eyes were half-closed, he could just make them out beneath her lashes.
“You’re beautiful,” he hissed, “Make me come, wife.”
Hermione flicked her eyes up at her husband…they were soft and willing. The Potions Master felt his heart clench at the look she gave him before she began to apply herself to making his request a reality. His face contorted as her tongue moved over his cock lovingly, swirling slowly around the head, bathing his shaft tenderly, her mouth drawing him in deeper, coaxing him to release. Severus could feel his wife’s love pulling him to the edge of bliss and he held back as long as he could before he reflexively bent over her, pulled her face tight against his pelvis and exploded into her mouth, groaning her name passionately.
Severus shuddered as Hermione swallowed down pulse after pulse of his hot seed. He came for a long time, engulfed in his wife’s warm mouth, grunting softly at each spurt of come he released. He felt her throat move spasmodically as she gulped every drop of his climax down. Finally it ended, and his wife slowly slid his deflating cock from between her lips and looked up at him.
“I’ve been a bad girl,” she said softly.
“Yes, you are a very bad girl who is very, very good with her mouth,” he replied, drawing Hermione to her feet and kissing her, tasting himself on her tongue before he tucked his cock back into his pants and fastened them. His wife looked a little disappointed at this. Severus smirked. She needn’t be disappointed. Soon she would see his cock again. Actually, much more than see it.
Severus returned to the crank and restored her to her former state of restraint, her arms extended over her head. He walked over to his wardrobe drawer, bent down and took something out of the back of it, and slipped it into his pants pocket, the walked back over to Hermione and let his eyes sweep over her body before he leaned down and picked up the crop again, his black eyes glittering. He ran the crop under his wife’s chin, lifting it so her amber eyes met his.
“Now wife, I am going to leave you for a bit,” he said silkily.
“No, Severus,” she whispered, her eyes still hot for him. She strained toward him, and he smirked at her cruelly, striking her on the breasts several times with the riding crop so she gasped, her body jerking against her bonds as she leaned in for more. He backed away from her.
“Severus,” she called to him desperately.
He looked at her.
“Punishment, Hermione,” he said silkily, turning and leaving the room. Hermione called his name brokenly and he smiled darkly as he entered the study. He walked over to his desk and looked over his quills, selecting one with a very large, broad black feather. He then walked over to the armchair, took the object out of his pocket and enlarged it.
He held the doll in his hand.
“Show me my vision of beauty,” he said to the doll, sitting down and watching as the image of his naked, bound and pouting wife appeared, looking good enough to devour. He grinned darkly and ran the feather part of the quill between the doll’s legs. He heard Hermione squeal and watched as she twisted suddenly in response to the sudden tickling sensation between her legs.
Severus laid the doll in his lap and pulled the legs apart, so he could see the tiny clitoris between its thighs. He scraped it lightly with his fingernail and Hermione let out a wail and writhed, her amber eyes wide with bewilderment.
“You think you’re confused now, wife,” he breathed as he placed his pinky fingertip against the doll’s entrance. Slowly he slid it inside, and heard Hermione let out an obscenity, then a groan of pleasure. He looked at her image…her stance was wide and her head thrown back. Her pelvis was grinding slowly. He pulled his finger out and slid it back in again a little harder.
“Oh shit!” he heard her cry. Then he gave the doll several quick deep thrusts, his eyes on Hermione. Her hips started thrusting uncontrollably as her mouth dropped open in an ‘O” of surprise, pleasure and confusion, her brow furrowed. He removed his finger and she howled his name, her head dropping forward as she panted. Severus felt his cock stirring. He looked at his wife and put the doll down. He stood up and walked back over to his desk. He put the quill back and opened his drawer, taking out several lengths of string used to tie parchments to Raucous when he made deliveries. He laid four of them out and passed his hands over them, turning them into four good lengths of soft, strong rope. Picking up the ropes, Severus walked back over to the chair, picked up the doll, reduced and disillusioned it, then put it back into his pocket. Then he picked up the riding crop and walked back into the bedroom.
Hermione lifted her head and looked at her masked, gloved and half-naked husband hotly, lust and confusion battling for dominance on her face. What he had done to her was a horrible tease…she hadn’t felt anything inside her for days and although she didn’t know what happened, she wanted more. And he was the only one who could definitely give her more.
“Severus,” she called to him, her voice dripping with need.
He ignored her…walking past her without a glance and putting the doll back in the wardrobe drawer. He then walked over to the bed. Hermione saw the ropes in his hand and watched silently, her eyes shining as he tied one length of rope securely to each post of their four-poster bed. He pulled on each one, checking them for strength. Satisfied, he turned to her, his dark eyes hard and lustful.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” he said, walking towards her
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A/N: Seems like Severus really likes his wife tied up. Mmm mm. Sigh. Please review.
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Chapter 14 ~ The Potions Master Working It Out
Everybody’s looking for something
Hermione began crying out as wave after wave of pleasure washed across her body, Severus applying the crop powerfully over almost every inch of her, walking around her, striking her flesh over and over his eyes glinting as she writhed, moaned and called his name, straining against the bonds, begging him to stop and continue in the same breath as he whipped her back, legs, ass, thighs, belly and breasts repeatedly. No marks appeared on Hermione’s body, though the Potions Master laid the crop to her ardently as he told her silkily of her crimes against him, how wrong she was, and declared that she would never leave him again. It was cleansing for the Potions Master, a needed release for his anger, and a definite turn on to whip Hermione like this, knowing he wasn’t causing her pain but pleasuring her to her limit. How much pleasure could she take?
Severus got his answer as Hermione began shuddering under the lashing riding crop, biting her lip and whimpering as she climaxed, her husband’s dark eyes on her. The Potions Master threw the crop down and dropped to his knees in front of his wife, throwing her thighs over his shoulders and diving into her hot, pink core, his supple tongue and lips adding to the pulses of bliss rushing through her. Hermione hung there suspended, sweat streaming down her body as she thrashed in her restraints, shrieking as her husband’s talented ministrations took her back to the heights, then over the edge again, as he sucked and licked her release of out her hungrily, his tongue thoroughly scouring her luscious pussy until he had swallowed down every creamy drop of her orgasm and felt her trembling helplessly against his mouth. He pulled away from her sex, licking his lips and sighing deeply.
Severus knelt before his wife, her quivering thighs resting on his shoulders, his heart pounding and pale chest heaving from his passionate animal assault on her body. The Potions Master looked up at Hermione, watching her breasts rise and fall heavily as she recovered, her amber eyes staring down at him, heated and full of love. She slipped back a little, now her knees hooked over his shoulders, her arms still extended over her head. Hermione didn’t feel any discomfort from the restraints. The protected spells were still in place. She felt fulfilled, rewarded, glad that her husband still had so much passion for her after all she’d put him through.
Severus lowered her legs back to the ground, stood up, pulled her against him and kissed her deeply, hungrily, pressing himself against her, reveling in the softness and heat of her mouth. He pulled back and looked at her lips. She had such a lovely little mouth…such a soft…sweet…
Suddenly Severus let Hermione go, and strode over to the crank. He turned it and loosened the tautness enough so she could drop her bound wrists in front of her…then he loosened the straps even more. He quickly walked back over to his wife and stood in front of her. He began to unfasten his pants, his eyes hot behind the mask as he opened them and pulled out his cock. It was swollen to maximum size, the thick shaft fully extended and the pink head oozing pre-cum. Hermione understood it was her turn to drop to her knees. Her hands were bound so Severus assisted her, holding his organ up so she could engulf it with her warm mouth.
He hissed, and threw his head back as she swallowed him down. Gods, she felt so damn good, and the fact her hands were bound made his pleasure even greater. It seemed everyone was right about him. He did like his wife tied up…he had even enjoyed beating her with the riding crop. But he doubted he would have enjoyed it if it caused her pain. He only liked to give her pain one way. The Potions Master groaned as Hermione dipped him to the back of her throat, and he placed his gloved hands on her head and began thrusting into her mouth greedily.
“I’ve missed this, Hermione,” he breathed down at her as he pumped between her lips, gripping her head gently and moving it over him. Of course she couldn’t reply, so she sucked his cock hard in response, causing him to shudder and gasp.
“Shit,” he said, speeding up, watching his glistening organ dip in and out of her mouth. He leaned back a bit so he could better see her face. Hermione’s amber eyes were half-closed, he could just make them out beneath her lashes.
“You’re beautiful,” he hissed, “Make me come, wife.”
Hermione flicked her eyes up at her husband…they were soft and willing. The Potions Master felt his heart clench at the look she gave him before she began to apply herself to making his request a reality. His face contorted as her tongue moved over his cock lovingly, swirling slowly around the head, bathing his shaft tenderly, her mouth drawing him in deeper, coaxing him to release. Severus could feel his wife’s love pulling him to the edge of bliss and he held back as long as he could before he reflexively bent over her, pulled her face tight against his pelvis and exploded into her mouth, groaning her name passionately.
Severus shuddered as Hermione swallowed down pulse after pulse of his hot seed. He came for a long time, engulfed in his wife’s warm mouth, grunting softly at each spurt of come he released. He felt her throat move spasmodically as she gulped every drop of his climax down. Finally it ended, and his wife slowly slid his deflating cock from between her lips and looked up at him.
“I’ve been a bad girl,” she said softly.
“Yes, you are a very bad girl who is very, very good with her mouth,” he replied, drawing Hermione to her feet and kissing her, tasting himself on her tongue before he tucked his cock back into his pants and fastened them. His wife looked a little disappointed at this. Severus smirked. She needn’t be disappointed. Soon she would see his cock again. Actually, much more than see it.
Severus returned to the crank and restored her to her former state of restraint, her arms extended over her head. He walked over to his wardrobe drawer, bent down and took something out of the back of it, and slipped it into his pants pocket, the walked back over to Hermione and let his eyes sweep over her body before he leaned down and picked up the crop again, his black eyes glittering. He ran the crop under his wife’s chin, lifting it so her amber eyes met his.
“Now wife, I am going to leave you for a bit,” he said silkily.
“No, Severus,” she whispered, her eyes still hot for him. She strained toward him, and he smirked at her cruelly, striking her on the breasts several times with the riding crop so she gasped, her body jerking against her bonds as she leaned in for more. He backed away from her.
“Severus,” she called to him desperately.
He looked at her.
“Punishment, Hermione,” he said silkily, turning and leaving the room. Hermione called his name brokenly and he smiled darkly as he entered the study. He walked over to his desk and looked over his quills, selecting one with a very large, broad black feather. He then walked over to the armchair, took the object out of his pocket and enlarged it.
He held the doll in his hand.
“Show me my vision of beauty,” he said to the doll, sitting down and watching as the image of his naked, bound and pouting wife appeared, looking good enough to devour. He grinned darkly and ran the feather part of the quill between the doll’s legs. He heard Hermione squeal and watched as she twisted suddenly in response to the sudden tickling sensation between her legs.
Severus laid the doll in his lap and pulled the legs apart, so he could see the tiny clitoris between its thighs. He scraped it lightly with his fingernail and Hermione let out a wail and writhed, her amber eyes wide with bewilderment.
“You think you’re confused now, wife,” he breathed as he placed his pinky fingertip against the doll’s entrance. Slowly he slid it inside, and heard Hermione let out an obscenity, then a groan of pleasure. He looked at her image…her stance was wide and her head thrown back. Her pelvis was grinding slowly. He pulled his finger out and slid it back in again a little harder.
“Oh shit!” he heard her cry. Then he gave the doll several quick deep thrusts, his eyes on Hermione. Her hips started thrusting uncontrollably as her mouth dropped open in an ‘O” of surprise, pleasure and confusion, her brow furrowed. He removed his finger and she howled his name, her head dropping forward as she panted. Severus felt his cock stirring. He looked at his wife and put the doll down. He stood up and walked back over to his desk. He put the quill back and opened his drawer, taking out several lengths of string used to tie parchments to Raucous when he made deliveries. He laid four of them out and passed his hands over them, turning them into four good lengths of soft, strong rope. Picking up the ropes, Severus walked back over to the chair, picked up the doll, reduced and disillusioned it, then put it back into his pocket. Then he picked up the riding crop and walked back into the bedroom.
Hermione lifted her head and looked at her masked, gloved and half-naked husband hotly, lust and confusion battling for dominance on her face. What he had done to her was a horrible tease…she hadn’t felt anything inside her for days and although she didn’t know what happened, she wanted more. And he was the only one who could definitely give her more.
“Severus,” she called to him, her voice dripping with need.
He ignored her…walking past her without a glance and putting the doll back in the wardrobe drawer. He then walked over to the bed. Hermione saw the ropes in his hand and watched silently, her eyes shining as he tied one length of rope securely to each post of their four-poster bed. He pulled on each one, checking them for strength. Satisfied, he turned to her, his dark eyes hard and lustful.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” he said, walking towards her
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A/N: Seems like Severus really likes his wife tied up. Mmm mm. Sigh. Please review.