Dominating Potions

Not mine. If they were the books would not be in the children’s section. I just borrowed the characters created and owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I promise to return them freshly cleaned and Obliviated when I am done with them.

Chapter 3 – In control

Hermione Granger was shaking in her boots. When the door had opened she had been hit with a sharp spark of pure lust. The man standing there was beautiful. Then he had stepped into the room, closed the door and dropped his cloak. Her heart almost leapt out of her mouth as she recognized him. PROFESSOR SNAPE?!?! She stood still in shock.

This was not good. She could be expelled. He could get fired. She was his student, for Gods sake. He was her teacher. Oh lord she had to leave. She barely noticed his actions as he crawled across the floor. The sound of his voice propelled her into action. She turned to get her bag then changed her mind and started for the door. Forget the bag she needed to escape.

With out conscious thought her eyes kept going back to him as she circled the room. Look at that ass. Her mind was telling her that no one would have to know. Even he didn’t know. “But I know”, she thought. But classes end next week. Then he won’t be your teacher anymore. “But he is now” Her body was torn between wanting to run and wanting him. Her mind was racing in several different directions. It briefly occurred to her that he could have worn a mask as she had and this would not be an issue. As she circled him again, he licked his lips and looked as if he were going to speak. She made a decision.

She was enough of an adult to know what she wanted. She was of a legal age in the wizarding world. He didn’t know who she was. This meant that no one would know what they were doing. She only had one more class with him before she left Hogwarts. This could be fun. ing ing at the picture he made cowering there on the floor she decided that it would definitely be fun. She spoke before he could.

“You are experienced? And yet in less than five seconds you have managed to make seven punishable mistakes?” Wow. Despite all the thoughts in her head she had noticed that? “You walk in with out being invited. You disrobe with out being told. You drop you cloak on the floor. You approach me with out permission. You stare at me with out permission. You touch me with out permission. And you speak with out permission.” She counted off each transgression with a slap of her crop against her boot. The slight sting through the leather helped bring her back into character. She came to a stop in front of him.

This could still be a good weekend.

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“Stand up.” She ordered quietly.

Snape rose to his feet, carefully keeping his eyes on the toes of her boots. Such a lovely pair of boots. He liked leather, he had told her, and she had obviously dressed to please him. All that soft leather creaked with every move she made, with every breath she made.

“Unzip.” Her voice was little more than a caressing breath.

With out pause and thinking only to please her he asked. “Which one, Mistress Dora?” the tap pants were held together by two zippers one up the front one up the back. A design he had not seen before.

The crop in her hand sang as she sent it cracking hard directly onto the plug he wore.

“I don’t like repeating myself” again the crop sang this time connection a few inches to the side. “I didn’t give you permission to speak.” Again it connected on the other side.st dst do it.”

She had not yet punished him for the “mistakes” he had made when he entered. Yet this had not been an intentional mistake and she had struck him three times. Hard. He could hardly wait to find out what she would do about his defiance earlier.

This was a good weekend. And it had just started

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Hermione watched as he reached between his legs and pulled the back zipper up. The tight leather pulled the zipper apart and exposed the end of the plug he had worn. It pleased her that he had worn it. It also turned her on. The thought of what she would do to that smooth white ass made her slick with desire.

With his other hand he reached down again and pulled the front zipper up. As the leather separated his cock bounced free. The only sounds in the room were the rasping of their breathing, the creak of her leather and the tiny click of the gold lead ring hitting the buckle on his cock ring.

Hermione had to move. If she didn’t she would fall at knees and beg him to be her master. She started to circle him and lecture herself silently. You are Mistress Dora. This is your slave. He is here for your pleasure. But it would please me to serve him. But it will please you more to have him serve you. Just look at that ass. A little white, I think it needs a little color. Yes that is the way to think. And that cock...wait a minute if I am the mistress I can do what ever I want with it. Yes, and have him do what ever I want. Hmmmm...and make him wait for release the way I have had to wait.

What a picture this made. A finely sculpted man was standing there. Long black hair that looked silky hanging down framing a suitably meek face. Wait a minute...Snape? meek? With silky hair? Her hand reached out to slide down the back of his head. Yes silky not greasy at all. It was heavy and thick. It must be the steam from potions that make is look greasy during class.

Her hand continued sliding down, off his hair and onto his back her long red fingernails slid down his back and she saw him shiver in reaction. Was he ticklish? She would find out later. Right now she wanted the pants gone. She let her hand continue to slide until she reached the pull of the zipper in back. With a quick tug it unfastened and the leather slid apart.

The pants slid a few inches. Using the crop Hermione pushed the leather apart to expose both cheeks. She then she slid the crop down the crevice between them to the plug. Pushing just enough to be sure it lodglodged firmly in place then stepped back to begin her perusal of his body again.

Coming around in front of him she looked at him fully. She was his Mistress, she reminded herself. She could do anything she wanted. Feeling free for almost the first time in her sexual life she began to explore. Using her crop she pulled the front of his shorts free and watched as they slithered down his legs. Hermione was getting more excited with every move she made.

She circled his nipples with the crop and watched as they tightened and hers tightened in response. Using the crop again, she pushed the pouch under his cock and watched as it started swinging. Looking up at his face she made the final decision, and turned to walk to the bedroom. Stopping a couple of steps away she issued an order.

“Put your things away, lock the door.” She said waving to the wardrobe in the corner. “And wait here.” Then went to into the bedroom.

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As Mess ess Dora disappeared into the bedroom Snape began moving. Stepping out of the two pieces of his pants he picked them up. Having her undress him without truly touching him had almost sent him over the edge. She was the most sensual creature he had ever met. He turned and picked up his cloak. Shoving the pants into a pocket he retrieved his wand and hung the cloak in the wardrobe.

Turning to the door he cast a simple locking spell. Then remembering the sound of her boots through the door he cast a silencing spell on the rooms. After returning his wand to its pocket in his cloak he moved silently back to the middle of the room to await his Mistress.

Snape wondered what she was doing that was taking so long. Maybe she had changed her mind. Maybe she was unsure of herself. Looking down at himself he smiled. She shouldn’t be, there was proof enough that she was perfect for him. Then he frowned, lookagaiagain. But what if he was not what she wanted. He had scars. No one who served Voldemort was unmarked.

He turned his arm to check that the charm still hid the dark mark, fully visible since the dark lord’s rebirth, it had not fully faded after his defeat. If things progressed as he hoped he would have to tell her. He would tell her all of it. How he had discovered his pleasure of pain. How he had discovered the difference between having pain inflicted in anger and the sensual pain play of rough sex. How he came to be in the service of the Dark Lord. How he had come to be a spy. His discovery that even outside of the deatheaters social circle there was a sub-culture that accepted consensual, perversion and pain for sexual fulfillment.

She was young. He could tell even through the mask, makeup and glamours she wore. He wondered if she had very much experience at “normal” love making. His mind drifted to what it would be like to make love to her. What color was her hair? What would it look like spread out on his pillow? How would she feel cuddled up against him as they slept? Could she love an old scared man such as himself?

Love? Where had that come from? He was here for sex. Yes he was looking for a long term relationship but Love?

The sound of her boot heels moving across the bed room stopped his thoughts, and brought him fully back into character. With a quick move he readjusted the leather ring to a slightly more comfortable position and clasped his hands behind his back. Lowering his head he peered at the door throhis his lashes and the curtain of his black hair.


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