Of Books and Leather

A/N: Thank you everyone for review, they mean a lot to me and my Muse!
Happy Birthday Voracious Reader! Here is a lemony & kinky chapter for your special day :)

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Hermione was led in a large room on the upper floor by her escort. “He will join you in a minute, please make yourself comfortable.”

Hermione smiled nervously. “Thank you,” she whispered as he shut the door.

The room was very elaborate. The walls were painted a deep red, and there were various black velvet curtains hanging everywhere. Some were parted to show erotic paintings.

There was a small red settee in the middle of the room; next to it was a padded metal bench. It wasn’t that tall, it came up to Hermione’s hip. There were leather cuffs attached to the legs and front of the bench. Hermione recognized it as a custom build spanking bench. She shivered slightly when she ran her fingers over the top. She always wanted to know what it would be liked to be strapped down to one of these benches.

She heard the door open behind her. She spun around and her mouth parted in awe. Before her was perfect example of the male species. He was wearing tight, black leather pants, with a white button down t-shirt, the first two buttons were undone showing a glimpse of a muscular chest. His mask was gold with silver accents. Long, light brown hair flowed over his shoulders. He looked like the models on the cover of the Muggle romance novels she sells. “Oh, damn, I am in trouble.”

“Please sit, make yourself comfortable. Would you like some more wine?” The Dom purred.

“Yes, thank you.” Why does that voice sound familiar? She slowly walked to the bar oak table where he grabbed the bottle.

“Are you wondering why I asked you to meet me?” he said, never taking his eyes off her while he poured her more wine.

“Your note intrigued me. I normally don’t do this?” she said, staring at her glass.

“I’m glad that you did. I have been observing you since you arrived.” He poured himself a drink and observed her nervous stance. “Her eyes look very familiar.”

Hermione took a large swallow of her wine. “Your club is very unique.”

He bowed slightly. “I will take that as a compliment.”

“It is. I’ve never had such an enjoyable evening.” She was babbling and she knew it, but she was trying to get herself to relax.

The Dom smiled at her nervousness. “Relax, Helena, I’m not going to bite you.”

Hermione gasped, “How did you know my name?”

“Like I said, I have been observing you since you arrived. Please sit, I just want to get to know you better.”

Hermione sat down on the settee. “What would you like to know? Keep in mind that I will abide by your clubs rule and not remove my mask or give you my name.”

“Tell me your fantasies,” he said as he sat down next to her.

“Umm… I’m not really sure I have any,” she answered a little nervously.

The Dom smiled at her. “Do you like my spanking bench? I saw you admiring it as I walked in. Would you like to be strapped to it?”

Hermione’s eyes fluttered closed for a second as she envisioned herself in that position. She nodded yes not trusting her voice.

“That is not an answer. Tell me with your words. Would you want me to spank you using my bench?” He demanded softly.

Hermione's eyes had a hint of moisture in them. “Yes, but I not very comfortable being put in that situation with someone I don’t know.”

His eyes showed a hint of concern. “Someone has harmed you. They exploited your sexual preferences to hurt you.”

Hermione sucked in a ragged breath, but said nothing.

“Let me show you how it is supposed to be.” He gestured to her with his hand.

“I don’t know,” she answered, looking at his hand as though he would strike her with it if given the opportunity.

“You are safe here. At anytime you wish to stop you just say solvo meus vinculum.”

Hermione looked into his eyes, “Why me? There are hundreds on women downstairs that would be more willing than me?”

“I’ve seen the way you were dancing. You looked very peaceful and liberated. I wanted to know if you have that same look on your face when you engage in other activities.” He smirked at her. “You do also look incredibly sexy in those leather pants.”

Hermione smiled at the last comment. “I knew that these pants would be a good choice.”

The Dom stood up and escorted Hermione to the bench. “Let me show you how it is suppose to feel. I will not harm you.”

He stood behind her whispering in her ear. “Trust me to fulfill your desires, Helena.”

His words were intoxicating. But did she really want to do this?

“Screw thinking things through. It is just one night,” she thought, and with that Hermione let go of her inhibitions and took one last sip of wine.

“Please,” she moaned.

“Please, what?” He demanded.

“Please tie me to the bench and spank me.”

“Good girl.” The Dom smirked.

The Dom bent her over the bench and secured her hands to the top, and her ankles to the legs.

He walked over to a small table and opened the top draw. He pulled out a round padded paddle. He looked over at her, showing her the item. Raising an eyebrow in question, he asked, “Would you rather have my hand?”

Hermione thought about it for a second. “Your hand… to start out with.”

He smiled at her and walked back. “I think ten to start out with.”

Hermione felt his hand through her leather pants with the first smack, it felt wonderful. She almost forgot how good it could feel.

“Count them.”

“One.”

Another smack. “Two… Three.”

With each slap Hermione got more and more turned on.

“Four… Five… Six.”

The Dom loved the reverberation and feel of the red leather against his hand.

She moaned when he smacked her again. “Seven.”

She was so responsive. I bet she would make an incredible lover. He smacked her again at the thought.

“Eight… Nine…. Ten.”

Hermione was wet and very aroused. Sweat was glistening on her face. She had tears running down her cheeks and her lips were swollen from her biting them to keep from screaming.

“You are magnificent. I’d put money on the fact that your bottom is an attractive shade of red. Will you allow me to take a look?”

Hermione was too drugged on passion to think coherently. She nodded her head.

“Use your words, Helena,” he demanded.

“Yes, please look,” she whimpered.

He smiled. “Good girl.”

He unbuttoned her pants and slowly dragged them down. She was not wearing any knickers. Her arousal filled his nostrils.

“You’re a very naughty girl, forgetting your knickers. I think that requires additional punishment,” he said looking at her reddened ass. “Now, I wonder, should I use the paddle or the riding crop?”

Hermione smiled at him. “The paddle, please.”

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Hermione descended the stairs with a satisfied smile on her face. The club was not as crowded as it was before she went to the meet The Dom, “Must be getting close to closing time,” she thought.

She couldn’t see Ginny anywhere. Hermione knew she wouldn’t leave without her. She looked around the dance floor, but still there was no sign of her friend. Hermione walked around the club, she came to the curtained off areas. At the very end, she saw Ginny sitting on a cushion on the floor. The curtains were pulled back and she saw that Ginny was not alone. She was talking to the same man that she was dancing with earlier. She spotted Hermione and smiled. “Well, Helena, how did it go?”

“It was very pleasant, indeed.”

The gentleman snorted in his drink. “I doubt that anything that went on it that room was pleasant,” he said silky.

Hermione eyebrows furrowed. “You sound familiar.”

Ginny quickly stood up. “Don’t be silly. Are you ready to go? It's quite late and my feet are killing me.”

“Sure, okay,” Hermione said, as she kept looking at the other occupant in the room.

Severus looked a little uncomfortable. He did not like the way she was staring at him. “The little know-it-all is going to figure me out.”

Ginny grabbed Hermione’s arm and escorted her out of the room. “Let’s go, I’m absolutely knackered.” She turned to Severus. “Good night, Sebastian.”

As they left, Severus made his way up the stair to the private rooms, took off his mask and knocked on the door.

“Enter.” He heard.

Severus walked in and found The Dom sitting on the settee drinking a brandy, “Did you have a wonderful time tonight?” he asked.

Lucius smiled at him. “Severus, my friend, or should I say Sebastian, you should know that I always have a good time.”

Severus got himself a brandy, “Indeed. She was very beautiful.”

“Who?” Lucius said, nonchalantly.

Severus raised his eyebrow. “The women you were with half of the night.”

Lucius smiled at the memory. “Ahh, yes, she was very entertaining.”

“Why did you invite her to your rooms, you normally do not ask patrons to visit you privately?”

He took another sip of brandy. “She intrigued me.”

Severus pried a little more. “Why?”

“She reminded me of someone, and she…”

Severus smiled at Lucius as realization dawned on the older wizard.

“Oh, damn, that was Hermione wasn’t it?” He was shocked.

Severus started laughing, “Yes, it was.”

“How did you know?” Lucius asked the man with the smirk, standing before him.

“I knew she would be coming tonight,” Severus said, nonchalantly.

Lucius narrowed his eyes. “Why do I have the sneaky suspicion that I have been set up?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Severus put on his best professor look.

“And why do I think that you didn’t act alone.”

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Hermione and Ginny left the club, after they passed the sobriety test first. “That was fun, Ginny. Thank you for kicking my ass and getting me to go out with you tonight.”

“You have not said a word about what happened in the room.”

“And why should I?” Hermione said as she offered her friend a catty smile.

“I’m just glad that you had a good time.”

“Yes, I did. I think I might have to come back again. Who were you talking to?”

Ginny smile faltered a little. “Oh, just another regular, we started to talk a little bit, we actually have a lot of the same interests.”

“Really? That’s great, Ginny, but why were you in the curtain area, and does Harry know that you come here?” Hermione asked curious.

Ginny laughed at her friend’s protectiveness over Harry. “The curtain area is for people who want a little privacy to talk with less noise. And yes, Harry knows that I come here. He has been here a few times actually. I do not do anything but dance and talk, nothing physical happens at this club.”

Hermione raised her eyebrows. “Then what did I do?”

Ginny shrugged her shoulders. “You were with the owner. Most people that come here just dance.”

“Oh,” she said, her cheeks turned a slightly pink.

“Are you okay?” Ginny asked, looking over to her friend.

Hermione waved her off. “Yes, but I think I am going to go home now. I will owl you later. Good night.”

“Good night,” Ginny said and they both popped back to their own homes.

Later that night, Hermione was having a wonderful dream about The Dom. He was spanking her on that bench again. Only this time she was dressed more like Ginny with a short leather skirt and leather knee high boots.

Her skirt was pushed up, and he was wearing his leather gloves. He was smacking her bare ass with the gloved hand. She could feel her own juices running down her leg.

“Your bottom is a very becoming shade of pink. Should I use the riding crop?” he purred.

She turned around to give him the affirmative, when she came face to face with Lucius Malfoy.

Hermione woke up with a shriek. “Oh my gods! That was Lucius!”


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A/N: Big smooches to my betas!

Translation- solvo meus vinculum- Release my bonds.

Lucius’ Mask.
http://homepage.mac.com/koyawiz/.Pictures/2005%20Hees%20Designs%20Int%27l%20JPG%27s/M-62G.jpg

And if you are curious of about the spanking bench, you can find it here.
http://www.extremerestraints.com/sex-furniture_167/adjustable-spanking-bench_1123.html