Dance With The Devil

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Hermione took his hand and allowed him to pull her up against him. She was nervous. She had enjoyed having sex with him. It was pleasurable but she wasn’t sure if his sexual desires were something she could handle.
He pulled her up to kiss him. His lips were soft and smooth against her. She liked this. He was pulling her against him. Molding her body to his. His lips caressing hers, the heat in them increasing. His hands were running through her hair and along her neck. His hands were setting off fires in her belly. His lips were stirring those fires higher and higher. She kissed him back harder and with more desire. He matched her kisses but then pulled away.

“Bedroom.” He growled before he began pulling her out of the library.
He stopped in the hall and pushed her against the wall, kissing her desperately. Hermione needed more than just kisses now. Her hands fumbled with the clasp of his robes. She pushed them over his shoulders and onto the floor. Severus’ hands were under her shirt, running across her belly. He broke away again.

“Bedroom.” He repeated.
He pulled her off the wall again and to the stairs. Hermione was up 3 stairs before she was turned around and pushed down onto her back. His lips were on her again, his hands tugging her shirt up and off. It dropped to the stair next to her. His hands were caressing her breasts through her bra. He lifted them up and out of the cups. When he rolled them between his fingers Hermione moved more offensively. She pushed his hands away and un-clasped her bra. It joined her shirt on the stair. She tugged at his shirt. Up and over his head it went, the pile of clothes was growing.

“Bedroom.” He growled out again.
This time he made it to the door of the bedroom. Severus pushed Hermione against it. His mouth was kissing, licking and nipping a hot trail down her neck. Hermione groaned. He felt so good. His lips were hot on her cool skin. His lips closed over one nipple. She threaded her fingers into his hair, pulling him as close as possible to her chest. He lavished her nipple with his tongue. Then he took his turn on the other. He hands massaged his scalp as she arched into him. He trailed his hands around to the small of her back, then along the top of her jeans back to the button on the front. He began undoing them, pulling them to the floor. He guided her feet out of them. He returned to kissing her stomach. Hermione looked down at him and realized they were standing against the door to the bedroom and she was practically naked.
“Bedroom, Severus. We still aren’t there.”

He stood up and Hermione followed his body as he stood up. She hadn’t really inspected it before. His chest was defined but by no means chiseled. He had many scars all over it. He had a flat stomach and a trail of black hairs leading from his belly button down to the waist band of his pants. She reached out to his pants. She undid them and slid them to the floor. Repeating his earlier actions. Severus pulled her up.
“Bedroom.”
“I was just making out naked levels the same.”
“Bedroom now wench.”

He opened the door and gave her a small push into it. She walked over to the bed, he followed close behind her. She turned to face him when she reached it. Severus’ lips descended to hers again. She worked her mouth feverishly against his. His hands were caressing her sides and back again. Sliding over her skin and heating her to the core. When he broke away she was gasping for air. All she wanted was for him to throw her down to the bed and fuck her into an orgasm.
“Go to the box and pick out a paper.” His commanding voice sent chills of pleasure through her.
She walked to the box on the table, opened it and selected a paper. It was folded. She went back to Severus and opened it.
“Spanking.” She read. “I didn’t write that.”
“I know I did. I figured you would put very gentle punishments in so I added a few of my own.”
“That’s not fair! I did write punishments.”
“Yes but were they favourable to me?”
“Um…maybe.”
“I think not. So we will do this one tonight. The next time we are intimate then you can pick another, maybe it will be a reward.”
“Alright.”

He sat on the edge of the bed.
“Come lean over my lap, face down.” She obeyed him, he was using that sexy commanding voice again. It melted her into shivers again.
She felt awkward lying over his lap, her bum in the air. His hands started massaging her cheeks through her underwear. He pushed her legs open. He fingers brushed over her clit. His fingers were sending sparks to her core. This wasn’t so bad. He pulled her panties off. He left them hanging around her ankles. He hands continued their attentions. Then they left. Hermione waited. Nothing happened. Just as she twisted her body to look at him, his hand came down on her ass with a smack.
“Ow!” She squeaked.
“Shh.” He commanded.
Again his hand came down. She squeaked. Again the smack sounded through the bedroom. She didn’t make a noise. It hurt like hell; she could feel the blood rushing to the surface of the skin on her cheeks. It didn’t hurt enough for her to cry or moan about it, it just stung. Again his hand came down. This time there was a different sensation. It didn’t hurt as much. His hands were caressing her orbs now. Her skin was hot and sensitive from the spanking. His hands were sending jolts of electricity to her belly.
He ran his fingers up an down her clit before slipping one inside her heat. She moaned with pleasure. She began working his finger in and out of her, twisting her until she was moaning over and over. Hermione had her eyes clenched shut. She could feel the bubble of pleasure starting in her belly. It was growing rapidly. With the sensitive skin of her bum and his fingers pleasuring her; she was going to come, soon. Severus could hear her breathing getting faster and louder. He knew she was close. He used another finger to fill her. Hermione knew this was it, she was gonna come. The pleasure exploded over her, starting at her pussy. The waves caressed her body. Severus felt her tense up before relaxing deeply.

He let her relax for half a minute. He pulled her up to a standing position.
“So that wasn’t so bad was it?” He asked with an eye brow raised.
“No, it was actually really good.”
“Yes see the blows bring the blood to the surface of your skin and in turn make the skin sensitive and pleasurable.”
“I agree.”
“Good.”

Quick as lightening he grabbed her by her shoulders and threw her down to the bed. She scrambled away from him.
“Wench, we aren’t done yet.” He said while removing his boxers. He crawled over the bed to her feet.
“You look like a panther crawling like that.”
“Well, this panther really wants something from you.” He grabbed her ankles and pulled her down onto he back, so she was stretched out now. He continued to crawl up her body and rested between her legs. His lips caressed hers again, briefly.
“What do you want from me?”
“Your pretty pink pussy, wife.”

He positioned himself and thrust inside.
“Oh yes.” He groaned.
He began to thrust into her, Hermione moaned. He was stretching her and filling her. Severus picked up his pace. Pushing into her harder, throwing he weight into her. Hermione was panting again. He picked up one of her legs and put it over his shoulder. He used her leg to pull her against him as he pounded into her. This angle pushed him against her cervix. Hermione came.
“Oh Gods! Severus!”
Her tense body threw him over the edge. He thrust two more times before coming inside her. He was still resting his sweaty body against Hermione’s leg.
“mmm” He said and pulled out and laid back on the bed.
Hermione crawled under the covers.

“Hermione? You took your contraceptive potion right?”
“Yes of course, on our wedding day. It’s good for another few weeks still.”
“Good.” He said sleepily.
Severus had his eyes closed. Hermione closed her eyes and followed him into sleep.

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