BDSM challenge response

None of the characters are mine, they belong to J K Rowling.


“Now then,” he mused out loud, as his talented fingers rubbed over her clit, “I bet you’d like my fingers inside you, wouldn’t you?” His voice was deep, almost purring.

“Yes! Oh, yes,” Hermione breathily replied, her back arching as she felt the pleasure created by Severus’s fingertips rushing through her body, bring her close to orgasm.

“And what, pray tell, are you willing to do in return?” Severus’s silky voice sent shivers along her back. She had always found his voice sexy, but now, with the blindfold on and her remaining senses heightened, that fantastic voice was practically orgasmic. It felt like raw silk was being rubbed over her skin, soft and immensely pleasurable.

Noting the silence, Severus stopped what he was doing. Hermione moaned in sorrow, and then realised he was waiting for an answer.

“Anything, anything! Just please, don’t stop,” she pleaded, wriggling slightly.

“Anything at all?” Severus teased, still withholding the touch she was longing for.

“Anything! Touch me, please, Severus, touch me!” her voice was raising in pitch now, and desperation was starting to show through.

“Will you call me Master, and accept my orders without questioning?” Severus’s voice held a dangerous edge to it when asking this question, and Hermione knew what the answer would have to be if she wanted him to continue.

“Yes, Oh please, Severus, Master!”

“Very well. I will pleasure you-for now. But I warn you, go back on your word, and there will be hell to pay.”

Hermione visibly gulped at these words, but nodded in acceptance of the terms, unable to think of much else other than having his wonderful hands on her body again, teasing her into orgasm. Several of his long, well developed fingers were sliding in and out of her, while his thumb gently roamed in patterns over her clit.
The other hand was playing with her left nipple, squeezing it gently, causing the bud to harden.

Hearing the moans and whimpers coming out of Hermione’s mouth as he played with her body made Severus smile. She had no idea what was coming, he thought, and couldn’t wait… But first, she would have her pleasure. Especially since it was doubtful she would find some of his later plans enjoyable. He smiled evilly, his mind drifting away, considering what he would do, and in what order.

His hands continued to bring Hermione extraordinary delight, each touch was adding to the pressure building inside her body, and it would not be long before she came. The feeling of Severus slipping another finger inside her wet centre was too much, and tingling waves of pleasure flooded Hermione’s body, as she cried out unintelligibly.

Severus waited a few moments, allowing Hermione to enjoy the after effects of her orgasm, while he watched her squirm in contentment.

“Did you enjoy that, my pet?” he asked with an innocent air.

“Mmmmm, yes, I certainly did,” Hermione replied with a happy smile.

Severus turned on her. “You did not address me as master! Now, I shall have to think up a suitable punishment for you,” he hissed, appearing angry, although secretly amused; his plan had worked better than he had thought possible. Getting Hermione so high from orgasmic bliss she forgot her earlier promises meant he would be able to ‘punish’ her…In any way he felt suitable.

Hermione shivered, partly in worry, hoping his punishment would not be too severe, but also in anticipation. She wondered what he would consider to be ‘suitable’.

Severus perused the items on his bedside table.

“Hmm. No, not that, not for this,” he mused aloud, aiming to scare Hermione a bit. “Ah! Now, THAT will do very nicely,” he said, sounding satisfied.

He muttered a few words that Hermione did not quite catch, and she found herself being lifted into the air, and being pulled upright, still held by the restraints. She was dangling from her wrists, her feet barely touching the floor, a very demanding position. At least, it was, until Severus cast “Wingardium Leviosa,” upon her body, and she experienced a floating feeling.

Hermione was still blindfolded, and had no idea where her lover was in the room. He could be behind or in front of her, or possibly to one side. She twisted her head around, trying to get some clue of his position, when a sharp pinch on her nipple made her yelp.

There was a quiet chuckle and another pinch, this time on her other nipple.

“What was that?” there was a slight pause, until Hermione hurriedly continued, “Master.”

“Good girl, you’re learning. That was me, placing nipple clamps on your tender young flesh. How does it feel, my pet?”

“It…aches. It doesn’t really hurt, but feels strange, Master.”

She was having difficulty calling him Master, Severus noticed, smirking. But she was remembering at least.

“Hmmm, well, your punishment is not over yet. I think a few lashes should do the trip, don’t you?” his voice dripped like honey, so sickly sweet, expecting a retort from the woman before him.

“Lashes? As you wish,” Hermione gulped, “Master.”

Severus was surprised she had complied so willingly. Picking up his small whip, and giving it a few experimental cracks, a small distance from her body, he could see her body tense up in response to the cracking noise. This was going to be fun.

“Tell me, Hermione,” he drew out her name, knowing what effect that usually had upon her. “Are you afraid?” He slowly stroked her naked body with the whip, starting at her neck, paying attention to her beautiful breasts, moving the whip down her body, round her side and down her arse crack.

Hermione shivered in response to her name coming from his lips, and not with cold. The feeling of the whip sliding along her skin caused a warmth to begin to grow between her legs, making her moist. She debated her answer, while enjoying these sensations.

“I am afraid, but not of you,” she finally answered.

“Then you are a silly girl, are you not?” Severus hissed. “And once more, you forgot my new title. That earns double the number of lashes you were going to get, I think.”

With that, Severus moved behind her, and ran his hand down her back.

“I want you to count each time you are struck, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Master,” Hermione replied, fear evident in her voice.

“Then we shall begin.” Severus smirked once more. He loved being in charge.



A/N

I'm really really sorry it's been so long betwen updates! Plot gremlins made me start another story, but I promise to continue with this one, and even finish it one day! Hope you enjoy. Please review and let me know what you think, criticism welcome.
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