Snape's Worst Nightmare

Chapter 2: Whips and Chains Excite Me?

The quill’s red corrections were prominent among the incoherent scribbling of the first year’s essay, and so was Severus’ frustration at the students’ incompetence. He had dedicated two decades of his life to a school full of bumbling idiots. The only thing that held his sanity intact was the captivating and sharp-witted woman that occupied the dungeon chambers with him.

At the mental mention of Gryffindor’s new Head of House and Charms professor, the tips of his mouth curled up slightly as he remember the ‘activities’ of last Friday evening. Eagerly, he anticipated the upholding of her promise for similar events in about three hours. A futile class later, he prepared himself for dinner. When he advanced toward the door, it burst open with surprising force from Hermione, who seemed driven beyond control.

Her arms snaked around his neck, consuming his lips with fervid need. The effort of trying to speak left his mouth agape, providing her the opportunity to demonstrate what she wanted by thrusting her tongue deeply in and out of his orifice. He pulled her closer as she ignited his own desire. Their tongues danced with the insatiable passion that flowed through each of their bodies.

Lifting herself, she encircled his waist with her legs, grinding her pelvis into the throbbing bulge that marked the evidence of his arousal. Unable to support them both with his mind so clouded, he stepped carefully to his desk. Gracelessly, he landed with her on top in his chair. With one hand supporting her butt, he tore open her blouse and unclasped her bra. Her nails dug his scalp, desperate to feel his attentions all over. His unhurried teasing the enough to have her moaning with lack of fulfillment.

One hand drifted from his head to his hardened member. Grasping the molten hot flesh, she massaged and elicited a groan from his throat. She nibbled and licked at his ear before whispering, ‘Does Mr. Happy want to play? He certainly feels... energetic. Well, he’s just going to have to learn patience.’

Dismounting, she moved in the direction of their private chambers, but not before murmuring an incantation. Cool steel handcuffs bound his hands behind him before he could move an inch. His physical strength was no match for her magic. Moments later her intensions were revealed. Adorned in leather, she emerged from where she had gone, a whip hung at her side from an undistinguishable belt and a riding crop slapped the palm of her free hand.

Mr. Happy lost his enthusiasm. Mission Control, this launch has been cancelled.

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Another nightmare drove Severus from his peaceful slumber. Grabbing his wand, he headed for his the closet. With the casting of a light spell, he began searching through everything, determined to show himself that she wasn’t planning anything that resembled his dream. An hour later he had found nothing that should’ve worried him. Extinguishing his light source, he stubbed his toe on a suspiciously high stone edge. He bent down to examine the assaulter and discovered the placement was wrong. Extracting his wand once more, he spoke a Levitation Charm and removed the stone from the floor. Hidden in the darkness beneath was a small carrying case containing a diamond-studded collar and matching leash.