Curiosity

CHAPTER THREE

Dinner went over with no further incident. Hermione found herself standing in the middle of a family room at Snape Manor, unsure of what to do with herself. Severus sat on the floor before the fire, his back resting against the front of the sofa, his right leg bent, his hand resting on his knee.
“Come closer, Ms. Granger.” She walked slowly across the room, her heels sinking into the plush carpet beneath her feet. “I want to taste you.” She waited, expecting him to direct her to a bedroom, or to approach her in some manner, but he didn’t move.
“Didn’t you hear me? Or have you decided you don’t have the courage to continue?” He drawled.
“I was waiting for you to….” She stammered.
“No, I expect you to come to me. Come here.” He said, his voice soft. He lowered his leg as she approached, indicating she should straddle him. He pushed the fabric of her skirt up so that he was eye level with the soft, damp curls between her thighs. “Rest your kneed on the sofa, let me taste you.” He ordered. She didn’t question him, the orgasm in the restaurant had only taken the edge off, her arousal refused to allow her to walk away. So she did as he requested. She lowered her sex over his lips, her knees coming to rest on the edge of the sofa. She leaned forward to brace herself against the back of the couch.


She cried out when she felt his long, rough tongue swipe over, and between the lips of her pussy. She couldn’t resist the urge to push down, tighter against his mouth. He groaned, the sound vibrating through her sex, increasing the desire pulsing through her body. His tongue snaked over her swollen clit, around it and flicked over and over against the hard nub before sliding lower, and slipping inside her. God she tasted delicious, sweet, like honey. She was moaning, her hips rocking against his mouth as he licked and sucked at her, the more excited she became, more honey filled his mouth. He could easily become addicted to the little witch, for he had never tasted anything quite as sweet.
“Severus!” She cried as her orgasm over took her, her pussy pulsing and clenching against his tongue. He continued to lick her slowly as she came down, one hand resting on her thigh, the other unfastening his pants, and releasing the hard column of his cock. He reached up, clasping her at the waist, and pulled her down, over his lap and thrusting into her hard, and deep in one sure stroke.
“Don’t move little witch.” He could feel her pulsing around him with the aftershocks of such an intense climax. She was trying to get used to him. He felt huge inside her, long enough that she could feel the tip of him pressing hard into her cervix, so thick that she felt a slight burning discomfort as he stretched her tender passage. She felt him reach for his wand, then tap it against her hip, divesting her of her dress and bra, leaving her completely naked, with the exception of the black stilettos on her feet.
“I want you to unbutton me.” He told her, swatting her bottom when she began wiggling against him. “Don’t move, just unbutton the clothes.” He chastised. Her fingers manipulated the row of tiny buttons on his jacket that went from throat to hip, then moved to the white dress shirt made of fine linen that he wore underneath. Finally she was able to push the sides away and admire the soft, silky hair that dusted his chest.
“I want to suck your nipples, offer them to me.” She cupped her breasts in her hands, and leaned forward, pressing one hardened nub to his lips. He opened his mouth, his tongue curling around the tight little bud before sucking hard, grazing it with his teeth.


She whimpered, trying to move her hips against him, but his grip on her waist held her immobile. He offered the same attentions to the other breast, smiling against her as he felt the gush of moisture over the head of his cock.
“I want you to lean back, and grasp the heels of your shoes, don’t let go.” She did as he asked, flinching slightly as the pressure from his cock inside her increased. He began to push into her, slow, steady strokes, pulling all the way out, then sliding in to bottom out against her womb. He loved looking at her as she leaned back, her body arching up, head thrown back. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, their gentle sway was mesmerizing. He thrust harder, faster, feeling his balls begin to tighten with his need to come inside her. Over and over he lifted his hips, pistoning his cock in and out of her soaking pussy, loving the wet sucking sounds as their bodies connected. He was going to come, and soon. He slid his hand across her stomach, taking he clit between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking it gently.
She screamed, her pussy clamping tight as he joined her, crying out softly as he pumped his seed into her with hot, torrential spurts. She fell forward, her arms around his neck as she sobbed softly against his throat.
“You okay?” He whispered, stroking her back softly.
“I never thought it would be so good.” She answered with a sniff. He chuckled, a sound that startled her somewhat.
“So you’re not going to jump up and run away?” He asked.
“No. I like it here.” She told him as she snuggled against his chest, her fingers twining in his hair. “It’s so soft. I didn’t think it would be so soft.” She said as she fingered the silky layers.
“It was a glamour, made me look scary, kept the little brats away from me.” He laughed.
“Thank you….sir.” She whispered. She sat up, her eyes wide as she watched a thin silver band form around her wrist. It was engraved with tiny serpents along with his name. “Oh, what is this?” It fit tight, she couldn’t slip her arm out of it, and there was no clasp.
“So long as you wear this, you belong to me. I will not share you. I have marked you as mine and any man who looks at you will see this, and know that you belong to another, and are off limits. Will you accept my gift Hermione?” He asked, stroking his thumb over the silver bracelet.
“Yes sir.” She answered before he captured her lips, sealing their contract.


A/N: This is a bit of an exploration to my darker side, I usually tend to write things in more of a light hearted manner, with lots of comedy added to the smut LOL