Black Rose

The black rose was back.

Hermione smirked as she saw the beautiful black rose lying upon her pillow. She silently scolded herself for ever being wary of such a delicate item. With anticipation for what was about to happen, Hermione sat on her bed and picked up the rose. She fell back onto her bed, welcoming the darkness that would escort her to her desires.


Hermione slowly became aware of her surroundings, although darkness still surrounded her. She blinked a few times, feeling something brush her eyelashes. A blindfold. They had never blindfolded her before. She realized that she was not in her normal position either. Her hands were tied, and raised above her head. She pulled a bit to test the resistance. It felt like the rope that were securing her hands together was attached to something hanging from the ceiling, keeping her hands well above her head. Because of this, she was now kneeling on the bed, the satin sheets tantalizing her knees. However, instead of sitting back on her heels, she was slightly raised, creating a gap between her arse and her feet. Pain was shooting through her shoulders and arms, as they were carrying the brunt of her weight.

Hermione heard movement from both sides of the bed. She shivered as she felt a leather covered hand move down her arm and along the side of her body. “You have been a very good girl,” the velvety voice stated.

Hermione blushed at the praise. She felt another leather covered hand cup her cheek, acknowledging her blush.

The velvet laced voice continued, “You did as we asked. You have earned your reward.” She sensed the velvety voice coming closer to her ear. “The release you crave,” the voice purred.

Hermione whimpered in excitement. She could feel her juices dripping down her leg in anticipation. That voice – Merlin, that voice alone could make her come. Everything had been leading up to this moment. She was finally going to be released.

A second voice, dripping with arrogance, added, “You deserve it.” And then she was alone. Hermione listened for any sound, any movement. Surely, they didn’t mean to leave her like this. She did what they asked. Hermione could feel the panic rise within her. Did she make a mistake? Was she played the fool?

The leathery hand returned, petting her, stroking her hair. Hermione mewed at the contact, ashamed at herself for thinking negatively about her lovers. She felt a pair of hands on her thighs, spreading her, exposing her. The change in position caused her to cry out a bit as the pain in her arms intensified.

“What did we teach you?” the velvety voice asked quietly. Hermione bit her lower lip, the pain not allowing her to answer right away. The hand that had been petting her roughly grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Hermione gasped in surprise. “Don’t make me ask again,” the voice said harshly.

“With…without pain…there is no pleasure…sir,” Hermione gasped out.

The hand released her hair and began stroking it again. “Very good.”

Hermione felt the bed shift a bit behind, indicating that someone was on the bed with her. She sensed that person lay down and move under her, his head between her legs. Leather gloves snaked around and grabbed the front of her thighs, spreading her a bit more. She hissed as she felt a tongue penetrated her nether lips, slowly tasting her as it made its way to her clit. The gloves moved from her thighs to spread her open, revealing her cunt to the lover beneath her. She felt him nuzzle her, inhaling her scent. The tongue dipped into her core, spreading her juices all over her. Hermione squirmed, trying to feel more, trying to convey her need. The tongue abandoned Hermione just as she felt a hand spank her arse.

“Don’t move until we tell you to,” the velvety voice hissed in her ear. “Do you understand me?”

Hermione nodded. Her arse was smacked again. Hermione moaned at the impact. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Hermione said, trying to catch her breath.

The tongue returned, penetrating her, teasing her. Hermione felt the bed dip in front of her. Two leather covered hands roughly grabbed her breasts, squeezing and molding them. She felt them be pushed together, finger tweaking her nipples. Suddenly, a cock was thrust between them. She moaned at the sensations – a tongue in her cunt, a cock rubbing between her breasts. She leaned her head down, flicking out her tongue every time the head of the cock came close, licking the tip. She heard a hiss at the contact, encouraging her to continue.

Feeling a shift, Hermione almost jumped as the tongue came in contact with her puckered hole, having moved from her cunt. She felt the tongue dart in and out, lubricating her. Soon a leather covered finger replaced the tongue, stretching her, causing her to whimper at the feeling. A second finger joined the first, widening her entrance more, as the tongue moved back up to play with her clit. Hermione shuddered, trying to control the feeling that were running ramped through her. She knew that she shouldn’t come, they hadn’t given her permission to, and until then…she took deep breaths trying to calm the intense emotions. Hermione heard a chuckle from in front of her.

“Very good, my pet,” the velvet voice said. “I believe that you are truly ready.”

Hermione felt the bonds release her. Not prepared to be released, she slumped forward into the thin, yet strong arms before her. Gingerly, the arms surrounded her, picking her up off her knees, cradling her to a thinly muscular chest. Hermione’s knees groaned in protest. She wrapped her arms around her lover’s neck, resting her head on his shoulder. Soon, she was laid out on the bed, feeling her other lover beside her. He took her in his arms and guided her to straddle him.

“You have done well. You have been taught well. Now you will be rewarded well,” the arrogant voice said. He placed his leather gloved hands on her hips and guided her down until she came in contact with his cock, pressing against her arse in eagerness. The hands lifted Hermione and slid her down on his cock. Their moans mingled as she engulfed him. Hermione took a moment to savor the feel of penetration – something that they had been denying her during her training. She had finally earned this.

Leathered hands squeezed her hips, indicating that she could move. Hermione started moving, riding the thick cock, relishing in the feel of their connection. She felt a second pair of gloved hands on her back, firmly persuading her to lean forward onto the body beneath her. Arms snaked around her, keeping her from moving. She felt slicked leather invade her hole, opening her, preparing her to receive him. She groaned as the fingers left her, hearing him chuckle at her frustration. She laid there, a cock buried in her cunt, her puckered hole gapping, as she tried to refrain from getting too frustrated. Caught up in her frustration, Hermione screamed as the second cock plunged into her arse, burning her to her core.

Not giving her time to adjust, Hermione’s lovers worked a rhythm that had her on fire. One pulled out while the other plunged in. Hermione could feel their cocks rubbing against each other in her – she being the only barrier between them. They were relentless, lifting her hips, pounding into her arse. The pain was made delicious by the pleasure that mingled with it. She could feel it, building up inside. She was ready. Months of teasing and training had lead to this moment. But only until she was given permission…not until then.

As if sensing her readiness, the velvet voice hissed in her ear, “Now.”

Hermione let go of the control holding back her release. She felt her lovers’ pace pick up, plunging in her harder. The release that had been teasing her was ready to erupt. She cried as she felt her lovers bite her neck – one on either side. Hermione shuttered as her orgasm hit her. Her inner walls contracted, milking the cocks within her. She felt their release, warm spurts filling her cunt and arse. Hermione collapsed onto the chest of her lover, spent from the wonderful exertion.

She felt one of her lovers leave the bed as her other lover removed the blindfold from her eyes. Hermione blinked, adjusting her eyes to the change. The one beneath her shifted her so that she was lying next to him. Looking up into the grey eyes of her lover, she smiled. Draco smirked back as he brushed the sweat drenched curls from her face. The bed dipped, indicating her other lover had returned. Saying a quick spell, he cleaned her of the sticky mixture that was running down her legs. Hermione looked into the black pools of Snape’s eyes.

“Thank you, sir,” she said wearily.

Snape placed his wand on the table beside the bed and laid down next to her. He gathered her into his arms. With a content sigh, she placed her head on his shoulder, draping her arm across his chest. Draco spooned her, laying his arm across her, intertwining his fingers with hers on Snape’s chest.

“You’ve made us very proud, my pet,” Snape’s velvety voice said, lulling her to sleep.

Hermione blushed as she snuggled into Snape, closing her eyes in exhaustion.


Across the room, the broken wand of Harry Potter laid upon the table.

*The End*