Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 26 ~ A Belt in the Hand

Severus woke up immediately when Hermione began to stir. On the nightstand next to him was a bottle of cold water, a ham sandwich prepared the way she liked and two vials of purple potion.

Hermione’s eyes opened slowly focusing. Severus’ pale face came into sharp relief, his dark eyes resting on her, a solemn look on his face.

“Severus,” she said softly.

“Yes, Severus,” he repeated silkily, feeling himself responding to her voice. His eyes swept down her nude body and felt blood rushing to his member. “How do you feel?”

Hermione stretched, then winced.

“Achy. Sore,” she replied, sitting up in the bed with a bit of difficulty, her hair falling down, partially covering her breasts.

She had a distressed look on her face, and Severus knew she wasn’t being completely truthful about her condition. He sat up and picked up the vials of purple potion and held them out to her.

“You remember these don’t you?” he asked her.

“Yes, you gave me this potion after I recovered,” Hermione replied, taking the vials out of his hand.

The Potions Master watched as she uncorked one vial after the other, drinking them down. After a moment, she wriggled experimentally then sighed with relief.

“Good as new?” he asked her, his eyes glinting.

”Yes,” the witch replied a bit shyly as her memory of their encounter returned to her.

Severus liked the note of bashfulness in Hermione’s voice. It made him want to give her something else to feel bashful about. But she needed to eat first. The wizard stood up with his back to the witch. He was completely nude and Hermione got a good look at his pale body. He was lean and muscular, with tight buttocks and long, athletic legs. He also had scars like Lucius that criss-crossed his flesh. Severus turned to face her and her eyes widened as they fell on his erection. The wizard was huge. No wonder she had felt as if she had been penetrated by a very large bat. His belly was tight, and ribbed and his chest not broad but well defined. His arms were corded and sinewy. Every single joint from knees to elbows were sharp. He was a very well-built wizard. His severe robes hid quite a lot.

Severus was aware she was appraising his body. By the look in the witch’s eyes, she approved. He smirked at her.

“You need to eat, and then, we can continue,” he said to her, pointing at the sandwich and bottled water.

Hermione scooted to the edge of the bed immediately when she saw the sandwich. She felt as if she hadn’t eaten in days. She picked it up, then looked up at Severus.

“Severus, you have to duel Marcus tomorrow. Maybe…maybe I should go and let you get your rest,” she said before biting into the sandwich.

The wizard shook his head.

“You’re not going anywhere, witch, until the sun comes up tomorrow,” he said, “I am used to functioning without much sleep. It is a leftover condition from serving the Dark Lord.”

Hermione looked at him. So Severus didn’t sleep well. She didn’t doubt that…even he had a conscience, and the things he was forced to do while in Voldemort’s service probably still haunted him. She swallowed, then uncapped the bottled water and drank it down.

Severus sat down on the bed next to her, his dark eyes studying her.

“You have a dark side, don’t you Hermione?” he inquired.

“Everyone has a bit of darkness in them, Severus,” she replied, looking at the wizard. There was something in his eyes that disturbed yet excited her. “Why do you ask?”

“When you were with Lucius…what did he do to you?” the wizard asked her.

Hermione felt a small, heated rush at the thought of the blonde wizard binding her and fucking her. She couldn’t help it.

Severus’ eyes glinted jealously.

“What did he do to you?” he asked her again, a bit of hardness in his voice.

“He had sex with me, Severus,” Hermione replied, too embarrassed to give him details. The Potions Master would think she was some kind of twisted freak.

“I know that much, witch. When he was with you, the light never dimmed once. Lucius dominates witches. I imagine he dominated you…and judging by the strength of the indicator, you liked what he did to you. If you hadn’t, it would have dimmed like it did for Filch. I want to know what he did to you,” Severus demanded, the hardness developing an edge.

Hermione didn’t answer him, but continued eating her sandwich.

Severus scowled and stood, walking over to the chair his divestoed clothing appeared on. He picked up his trousers and pulled the belt from them. Hermione froze, the sandwich hovering in front of her mouth as she looked at the belt in the pale wizard’s hand. She felt a gush of fluid roll out of her and shifted on the bed.

Severus didn’t miss her reaction. When Lucius sent her that belt as a gift, it was a reminder of their time together. He must have used it or one like it on her.

With the witch watching him, the Potions Master walked over to his fallen wand, retrieved it and held the belt up, letting the strap dangle. He muttered a spell and with the tip of his wand began to burn extra small holes in the belt, starting from the buckle down to the point where the regular holes ended.

He looked at Hermione.

“You know why I’m doing this, don’t you witch?” he asked Hermione.

“No,” she lied, her eyes liquid as they rested on the belt. She put the rest of the sandwich down, no longer hungry.

“Because I have a dark nature too. The idea of binding you and fucking you appeals to me. I think you like that kind of treatment, Hermione. I think you like being under your lover’s control to a point. I think you have a need for it, simply because you are forced to be a leader, always having to make decisions, always expected to have breakthroughs, and are always subject to praise whether deserved or not."

Hermione stared at the wizard as if mesmerized while he continued.

“But you are a naughty witch, aren’t you, Hermione Granger? You have secret wants and needs, very dirty secret wants and needs. Lucius tapped into them, but I will bring them out of you and slake them,” he said silkily. “I don’t believe you need a lover who is a Master, but I do believe you need a lover that is masterful. Who can give you what you need when you need it.”

Severus slapped the belt strap into his palm loudly, and Hermione jumped. He smirked at her darkly.

“The sound of leather on flesh seems to cause a reaction in you witch. I wonder why that is. Do you care to tell me?” he asked Hermione, his cock visibly jumping as he approached her.

Hermione didn’t reply. Severus was enjoying her silence. Her…disobedience. It appealed to his darker side.

“Do you want to be dominated, Hermione Granger? Is that why leather meeting flesh excites you? I scourgified you thoroughly while you slept, and now…now I can smell your arousal. Since I haven’t touched you…I can only draw one conclusion…you want to feel this leather on your flesh,” he breathed, stopping before her and gently draping the belt around her neck.

“I am not Lucius,” he said, “But I have my own likes and dislikes. You are about to do what I like witch,” he said in a low voice.

Hermione had made a wet spot on the wizard’s sheets, she was so turned on.

“What…what are you going to have me do?” she asked him, her voice quavering.

“Suck my cock,” he replied, slipping the strap through the buckle and drawing it just tight enough for the witch to feel it, then locked it in place. He adjusted it so the buckle was facing front and slightly to the left so it wouldn’t impede her motions. His left hand gripped the strap close to her throat and the right hand loosely held the excess strap.

Severus straightened and tugged on the belt with his left hand, pulling Hermione’s head forward and thrusting his hips out. The head of his cock dangled an inch in front of her lips. Hermione was breathing quickly, her breasts rising and falling with excitement.

“You like this,” he said, cocking his head as he looked down at her.

Severus pressed his swollen head against her lips, thrusting gently but not forcing himself into her mouth.

“I have a big cock, don’t I?” he asked her.

He tugged on the belt.

“Yessss,” Hermione replied, her lips tickling his head as she spoke.

“I’d wager you never imagined your Potions Master had such a tool beneath his robes, did you?” he breathed.

“No,” Hermione whispered, turning her eyes up toward him.

Severus almost hissed at the erotic picture the witch presented…her amber eyes glistening as his huge cock pressed against her lips.

“I’d also wager that you never imagined in a million lifetimes that you would want this tool inside of you,” he growled, “ that you would want me.”

“No,” the witch said, shuddering with desire.

He fell silent for a moment, then said, “Life is just chock full of surprises, isn’t it?” and pushed his cock between her lips, Hermione’s mouth opening and engulfing his cock in her heat.

“Yessssss,” the wizard sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back for a moment in pleasure, before looking down at her again.

The witch’s mouth was stretched wide around his girth. Gods, it was almost too arousing to look at. He struck her shoulder lightly with the end of the belt, just enough to sting slightly, then pulled her forward a bit, sinking deeper in between her lips.

“Suck me,” he commanded, “Make me feel good, witch. Show me how talented you are.”

He jerked on the belt and thrust forward to start Hermione, but the witch didn’t need any goading. She was ready to be reciprocal. Severus had given her the best sex she could ever remember experiencing. She was ready to worship at the temple of his cock, and show him that the giving of pleasure wouldn’t be one-sided in this relationship. And gods, he did belts too. That was worth a good blow job in itself.

Hermione swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, then stuck the tip of it into the slit, wriggling it. Severus let out a little cry and pulled back, panting. No witch had ever done that before. It was like a tiny penetration. The witch smirked up at him, knowing she had surprised him.

Severus recovered, put back on his “masterful” demeanor, and pushed her head downward, shoving his cock back into her mouth.

“Don’t get cocky witch,” he said…then added, “No pun intended.”

Hermione might have laughed if her mouth wasn’t full of hot, hard wizard, and she quickly returned to the fray, sucking on the wizard hungrily, Severus groaning from her ardor.

“Leave some skin, witch,” he moaned as Hermione applied herself vigorously.

She released his cock and began to kiss and lick the length of it, bring up her small hands and caressing its hardness, Severus bucking slightly as she moved down to his balls and sucked one after the other into her mouth, rolling them about with her tongue, teasing them with her teeth, which was both arousing and terrifying for the wizard as he fought to hold still so there wouldn’t be any accidents. He let out a tremulous sigh when she returned to his shaft, bathing it with her tongue until it glistened, then engulfing the head again, using her hands to provide more simulation, holding him tightly.

Severus felt as if she were fucking him with her mouth and hands, releasing the belt and gripping her head and hanging on, going into meltdown as the witch used all her skill to take him somewhere near the place he had taken her. She was quite successful as the wizard began to shudder uncontrollably, his hands gripping her head with great pressure as he drew close to the edge.

“Swallow me!” he managed to groan before he blew, letting out a stream of obscenities and blessings on the witch as he filled her sweet mouth with his seed, his cock pressed to the back of her throat, his head thrown back, arching into her face as bliss thrummed through him.

“Damn….damn,” he breathed as his pulsing eased and he looked down on the witch drinking his final emissions down as if parched. As soon as his release finished, he pulled Hermione up and kissed her deeply, falling into the bed with the witch.

“You are a jewel, Hermione…a gem. I will not give you back to the world,” he breathed, his eyes dark with passion. Marcus, Lucius, no other wizard will have you again. If they attempt to take you from me witch…to taste your charms…I vow I…”

Hermione brought a finger to his lips before Severus inadvertently made a Wizard’s Oath in his passion. He already was going to duel Marcus. She didn’t want him having to kill every single wizard that hit on her because he was bound by an oath.

“I’ve already decided I want no one else but you Severus. There’s no need to rage about what will never happen,” she said softly.

The wizard’s eyes searched her face rather wildly for a moment, then he calmed. What the hell was she doing to him? He never made declarations concerning witches. Ever. He pulled her into his arms.

“I need to rest a bit…to recover. I have not yet purged Lucius’ memory,” he said quietly.

“You’ve purged him…believe me. You are so much better than he was,” Hermione said sincerely.

The Potions Master’s domination was much more in line with the witch’s needs than anything Lucius Malfoy could offer her. Severus didn’t need to be addressed by titles, or to force her to be silent and submissive. He didn’t want Hermione submissive. What good was dominating a woman who was broken, who had no spirit? The wizard wanted fire and challenge. He wanted to know when Hermione submitted to him, it was because of her own need for his passion and strength to free her from her own prison of control.

Severus searched Hermione’s face intently to try and see if she were just paying him lip service. But the witch’s eyes were sincere and full of passion for him. He sighed and lay back, slipping an arm under the witch and pulling her close. The wizard never did closeness before, but she felt right against him, the jasmine scent of her hair filling his nostrils, the curves of her body soft against his own lean frame. He closed his eyes.

Hermione lay tucked against Severus, her amber eyes studying his profile. The aristocratic eyebrows, long, black lashes, large aquiline nose, and sensuous mouth. Her eyes drifted down his body, resting on his deflated, but still impressive cock. What a wizard he was. How could she have ever thought him cold and unfeeling? He was the most passionate man she had ever been involved with. She felt more than his cock when he took her…it was as if she could feel his heart unfolding.

She realized the wizard was asleep. She hoped he’d stay that way until morning. He had to duel Marcus, and despite his claim that he didn’t need much sleep, he still needed his strength…and she was draining it. She might have left if she didn’t think her doing so would cause the wizard distress, if not inspire downright wrath. She didn’t need him blasting her door in.

Plus, if he did lose…this would be her last night with him. She wanted to savor every moment. She gazed at the sleeping wizard and snuggled closer to him, his arm tightening around her reflexively before his mouth dropped open and he started to snore.

Hermione smiled as his large nose added a few decibels to the noise. She carefully pinched his pulsating nostrils and the din eased a bit. But just a bit. She smiled at the wizard tenderly.

It was just something she’d have to get used to.

******************************************
A/N: This is the first time I had to stop in the middle of a lemon. No need to ask me why. Lol. Severus could wrap a belt around my neck and tell me to call him “Daddy” anytime. :::fanning::: Anyway, please review.