Professor Snape Bangs Again

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Chapter 14 ~ Saturday Evening

Severus and Hermione had chicken salad sandwiches and strawberry flavored fizzy water for a late lunch. When they finished, Severus had the witch wash the dishes, then take off her uniform. Hermione was officially off maid duty. As far as her 'other' duties, she was to have a small break before they resume.

"I want you to take a nap," Severus said to her, his eyes sweeping over her totally nude body. Ooh, she was a hot little witch. He was tempted to play with a breast, but restrained himself. That kind of play could lead to some serious fucking and he wanted to reserve his strength.

"I'm not sleepy," Hermione responded, looking petulant as a child.

The wizard scowled and picked up his wand, twirling it idly in his pale hand.

"Either you take a nap, Hermione, or I will put you to sleep," the Potions Master said in a low voice. "I want you rested for tonight. This isn't a request, witch. Now go to your room."

Hermione stared at Severus mutinously. He began to point his wand at her.

"Fine," she spat, throwing herself out of the chair and storming from the room. Severus stood up and walked over to his desk. The mirror was still trained on her room from last night, and the wizard watched her stalk into the room and slam the door. He heard it as well. What a vixen.

Hermione stared at the mirror for a moment, then stuck out her tongue and thrust up her middle finger at the Potions Master before throwing herself into the bed, turning away from it, her round little ass clearly visible. Suddenly, Hermione jumped back up, picked up the discarded sheet off the floor and wrapped herself in it securely, falling back into the bed.

Severus viewed her little tantrum with a smirk. He knew what that finger meant and she was certainly doing it. He stared at the rolled up witch. Obviously she had wrapped herself up in the sheet as a deterrent to him visiting her during her nap. The wizard had no intentions of doing that however, but was tempted to go in there, push the wrapped sheet up around her head and arms and fuck her while she was bound, just to teach her a lesson.

Severus cock throbbed, but he pushed the thought away…for now. The Potions Master watched the witch for several more minutes. Despite what she said about not being sleepy, she had drifted off quite quickly. She had worked hard…in more ways than one. He knew she was tired.

Wand in hand, the wizard walked around his desk, into the hallway and stopped at a door on the right. He opened it and flicked his wand, lighting the torches that lined a staircase. He descended into the basement where he kept his lab and stores. It was an open area with no walls and plenty of counters, shelves and equipment.

He checked several cauldrons he had simmering on low. They all required at least two more weeks of low heat before the next ingredients were added. Satisfied everything was fine with his brewing, Severus walked over to the far wall where he kept his potions stores, unwarded the door and opened it, flicking his wand again to illuminate the room.

The storage room was quite long, running the length of the house. He began to look for the special lotion he had designed. This weekend would be the perfect time to test it. The Potions Master was sure it would work.

It was a revitalizing massage lotion with a very special property. He'd been feeling tight for months. The idea of the naked witch smoothing the lotion all over his body appealed to him. Afterwards, he'd drive her over every inch of his four-poster bed

The witch seemed to have the proper attitude about him now. Loving his cock while hating him. It worked for the wizard. The worst thing that could happen would be she developed "feelings" for him. Severus shuddered as he imagined a puppy-eyed Hermione dogging his heels at every turn. He'd hex her if that ever happened. With something very nasty and painful.

He looked over the bottles on the shelf in front of him. Ah, there it was.

Severus removed the bottle of lotion from the shelf. He had placed the formula in a fire red bottle to identify it easily because he still hadn't come up with a name. The wizard couldn't market it commercially however, due to its nature. It would definitely be misused if offered to the general public. Just the way he planned to misuse it tonight.

He exited the potions stores, warding it back securely then made his way back through his lab and up the stairs to the main floor. He extinguished the lights and closed the door. Then he warded it. He didn't want Hermione wandering around down there. There were some dangerous elixirs simmering and the witch was too damn curious.

The Potions Master stretched, then walked down the hall. He hesitated outside of Hermione's room, thinking about her wrapped up in the sheet, dirty thoughts percolating, but then decided to wait. He'd be fucking her again soon enough. He placed an alarm ward on her door so he'd know if she exited the room.

The wizard then headed for his bedroom to take a nap himself.

He was planning on a long, long night of activity.

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Hermione felt constricted. She couldn't move! Something had her. The witch began to struggle frantically as consciousness returned. Then she realized she was wrapped up in the bed sheet. The witch sighed.

Well, the Professor hadn't descended on her in her sleep. Hermione felt a little stab of something. Could it be disappointment?

The witch scowled. No. That was silly. She didn't want him creeping into her room and waking her up by sticking that big cock in her over and over and over and over…

Hermione hissed as a large gush of lubrication rolled between her thighs at the thought of this. She shook her head as if to clear it.

Fuck.

She was turned on by the snarky bastard.

How could that be? He was so selfish and unfeeling.

She knew why…he could use his tool. Whatever he did to her on New Years Eve, it had to have been a fluke.

The witch wrestled her way out of the sheets.

No. It wasn't a fluke, because he was pretty much treating her the same way he did that night. The Professor showed no tenderness, no thought for her feelings. He didn't even ask for sex. He just took and took.

The witch considered. No, he wouldn't ask to fuck her. The wizard already received the go ahead when she agreed to stay the weekend with him in exchange for passing marks. As far as he was concerned, he owned her.

Hermione realized the change wasn't in him, but in her. The moment the wizard proved he could make her feel pleasure it was as if her body locked on to him like muggle radar. The very thought of him entering her made her insides flare with desire.

Damn it.

The intense pulse between her thighs made Hermione painfully aware there was little she could do about how the wizard made her body feel. She just had to accept it and get through the next two nights.

Hermione opened the door and shrieked as horns, bells and whistles sounded, almost deafening her. She clapped her hands over her ears, holding out the noise until the Professor appeared in his boxers, looking a bit groggy and used his wand to end the din. Hermione lowered her hands, glowering at the wizard. He had set an alarm on her door so he could tell when she left her room.

Severus blinked at the naked witch, then said, "Go make us something to eat, put it on a tray and bring it to my bedroom."

He disappeared back down the hallway.

Hermione stared after him, her hands clenched into tight fists and held at her side. After all that, he just barked orders at her and walked away like some kind of Lord of the Manor.

She stomped off to the kitchen. Severus would have appreciated how much she jiggled as she did so.

Hermione was sick to death of sandwiches. But outside of breakfast foods, all the Professor had was the kind of food suitable for cold, fast meals. The witch looked through the cooler and found ham and Swiss cheese wrapped tightly in cellophane. She took it out, along with some lettuce, tomato and whole wheat bread, and made four sandwiches. She cut them diagonally, put the food away and took out a pitcher of pumpkin juice. She took a tray out of the cabinet, loaded it up with the food and carried it with the pitcher and two glasses down the hall to where she thought the Professor's bedroom was. The door was open, and she walked in, setting the tray and pitcher on a small table in the corner of his large bedroom. Two wooden chairs were drawn up to the table.

The Professor watched her from his bed. He was lying on top of the covers, his hands behind his head, his dark eyes resting on her body. There was no substitute for naked witch service. Hermione looked at his long, lean body, noting the outline of his cock underneath his boxers. He wasn't fully aroused, but the long, thick contour was visible just the same.

Severus noticed where the Hermione's eyes fell and gave her a smirk.

"Anxious for my cock to make another appearance, witch?" he asked her, rolling out of the bed and walking toward her, his boxers beginning to tent.

Hermione snorted, pretending to be unaffected by his approach.

"Anxious is hardly the word I'd use, Professor," she replied, her amber eyes looking up at him as he stopped inches from her, his black eyes glittering as he looked down on her. Suddenly he grabbed her and pulled her tight against him so she could feel his hardness. He rubbed his cock against the witch's body, letting his hands slip over the curve of her ass and gripping her full globes.

Hermione gasped as her core heated up immediately, her eyes betraying her reaction to him. Severus let her go abruptly and sat down at the table.

"I think 'anxious' describes what you feel just fine, Hermione. You love my cock," he said, sliding one of the plates toward him. "You may not be wild about me, witch…but when I lay wand to you, there's no place else you'd rather be than under me. I've been with enough witches to know."

Hermione sat down, keeping her eyes on the food. Damn, he knew exactly what she felt.

Severus took a bite of his sandwich and chewed it slowly, watching her as she ate with her eyes lowered. The young witch couldn't face the truth that she liked being fucked by him. Well, that was just too bad. She'd be fucked and continue to like it.

"The nice thing about this arrangement, Hermione, besides the fact that I get to ride your little body with impunity, is that you are absolved of guilt. You are the victim of an unconscionable sexual predator who has you in his power. You are clearly here under duress…to secure your future. Without submitting to this, to me, your plans for the direction of your life could have been ruined. Even if this weekend were found out, I would clearly be the villain here. A role I am very used to," he said to her. "You would be seen as an innocent who fell into the clutches of a lecher. In other words, you'd be perceived as blameless."

Hermione looked at him.

"I wouldn't be in this situation if I hadn't gone to your rooms on New Years Eve," she said evenly. "I let you fuck me that night. I was stupid."

Severus looked at her.

"You were curious…and yes, naïve. Not that I cared. I intended to fuck you the moment you looked at me at the party. I was horny. I might even have fucked Trelawney that night, I wanted pussy so badly. I would have put a glamour on her though to get through it. Luckily, I got you however. It was delicious, if a bit one-sided. I don't think it's so bad for you this time. You enjoy me. I don't believe you'll be turning to other women any time soon," Severus replied, his eyes resting on her full breasts.

"One-sided? You fucked me so hard and rough that I got no pleasure from it at all," she replied, "and you didn't care a bit."

"No, I didn't. Just as I really don't care now…but you are getting pleasure from me, witch…I think I've more than made up for that first night. You like being mistreated. You can say you don't but the way your body responds to me tells me the truth of the matter. Beneath all that book knowledge and intelligence is the soul of a very, wanton, naughty and nasty little witch, begging for a wizard to give it to her good," he said with a sneer.

Hermione wanted to fling her pumpkin juice in his face.

"You're a bastard. You force me to come here, then you fuck me and torment me. I hate you!" she seethed, rising from the table as if to flee from his presence.

She tried to get by him, but only managed two steps before he grabbed her roughly by her arm and flung her back toward her seat.

"Sit down you silly little chit!" he hissed, his eyes dangerous. "So far, I've treated you well and just fucked you. Don't make me change, witch. Pain isn't that far from pleasure, I assure you. Now, finish your meal."

Hermione sat back down quietly. She was in his home and no one knew she was here. The wizard could do anything to her and there was no one to help her. If he killed her, no one would even suspect him.

"I'm not going to kill you," he said, frowning at the witch. "Despite rumors to the contrary, I don't get enjoyment from hurting those weaker than I, Hermione. I don't torture animals or small children, and I don't beat witches…"

Here he hesitated

"…well, not in the normal manner," he amended. "Unless they want me to strike them to increase their sexual pleasure. I'll accommodate them if that's the case."

Hermione stared at him.

"Witches want you to…to beat them? That's sick," Hermione said.

Severus eyed her consideringly.

"Different strokes for different folks, Hermione. Most of the time, they only want me to spank them while I fuck them, though some like to be bitten or nipped during the act, or handled roughly. For some reason, a lot of the witches I find myself with have the same fantasy…that I force myself on them, using a combination of seduction and rape. Most of them would have creamed themselves to be in the position you found yourself in New Years Eve."

Hermione seemed to have drifted away during his monologue and was staring blankly into space. He slipped into her mind. His eyebrows rose as he saw himself fucking her from the back and spanking her with every thrust, the witch coming all over herself. Hm. Obviously, her developing masochistic streak was a bit wider than he initially thought.

The wizard snapped his fingers at her several times and she came back, looking guilty.

"A sickle for your thoughts," he said silkily.

Hermione flushed.

"They're not worth a sickle, believe me," the witch replied, starting on her second sandwich and avoiding his eyes.

Severus took a drink of his pumpkin juice, looking at her as he did so.

"I beg to differ, Hermione," he said knowingly, his eyes glinting, "I imagine they are absolutely priceless."

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They finished their meal, and Hermione started to collect the plates.

"No, you can do that later," he said, "Right now you have something else to attend to. Me."

The wizard stood up and stretched, flexing his muscles, Hermione's eyes falling to his torso, his pale, ribbed abdomen and of course, his boxers. The wizard walked over to his bed, then slipped off said boxers, his slim, muscular buttocks in full view. He rolled into the bed and lay on his stomach, looking at the witch, who was standing next to the table, watching him as if hypnotized.

"Come here, Hermione," Severus said.

Hermione started and walked toward the bed. Severus' eyes rested on her thighs a moment, then flickered up to her face.

"Pick up that red bottle over there, on the night stand," he said.

Hermione complied, turning the bright red bottle over in her hands curiously.

"What is this?" she asked him.

"A special revitalizing lotion," he replied, "you are going to give me a full body massage with it."

Hermione stared down at him. She had never really touched his body before except in passing during sex, and that was reflexively. She found that she actually wanted to do it. Still…

"So now you want me to be your masseuse too?" she said, trying to sound irritated.

"Right in one, witch. I need a good massage, and since you are here…" he began.

"All right. All right," Hermione said, "I'm a masseuse. Is there any special way to apply this?"

"Pour a bit into your hands, rub it between your palms until it get warm, then knead it into my skin, starting with my neck and shoulders, then working your way down. Keep doing this until I am completely covered, then I will flip over and you can apply the rest to the front of me," he instructed as the witch opened the bottle and sniffed it.

"It smells like sandalwood oil," she commented.

"Yes, I'm partial to that scent. I find it soothing," the wizard replied, stretching a bit. "Now, get started. Begin at my neck."

Hermione reached down and slowly moved the wizard's long, black hair to the side. It was very soft and despite how it looked, not greasy. It was just very fine. She poured a bit of lotion in her hand, then rubbed her palms together. It tingled a bit.

She sat on the side of the bed, and began to apply it to the wizard's neck, working the lotion into his pale skin with a bit of force. He groaned.

"You're a natural masseuse. Excellent," the wizard sighed in pleasure.

Hermione felt a powerful pulse of heat between her legs at his praise. She put a little more lotion on her hands and worked it into his strong shoulders. She could feel the muscles beneath his flesh.

"You're strong," she said suddenly, "so strong."

Severus smirked.

"Yes I am, Hermione. Very strong, witch," he replied as her massage became more sensuous, curious, appreciative. He could feel the change and his cock hardened beneath him.

Yes, the lotion was starting to take effect.

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A/N: Ooh. Enchanted lotion. Wonder what it does? We'll find out next chapter. Please review.