Once

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It had been a long day at work for Hermione. She had to deal with another family of wizards who didn't see anything wrong with making their house elf burn himself. It was just horrible that she was one of the few people fighting for these for things rights.

Hermione pushed open the door to their sitting room and headed straight from their bedroom. She needed a nice long bubble bath. She pushed open the door to the bedroom to find it strangely dark. There weren't any windows in the bedroom but it was usually lit with magic.

She took a few steps into the darkness. She was in the process of drawing out her wand when she felt a hand over her mouth. At first panic hit Hermione. Almost at once she relaxed. She could smell the musky smell of Severus.

The young witch opened her mouth to speak but before she could try to get a word out through his hand her world went back.

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When Hermione tried to open her eyes again she found that her vision was still black. She blinked a few times. It was still dark. She decided that her eyes must be covered. She tried to bring her hands to remove the covering but found she couldn't move her hands. Further attempts at moving showed her she couldn't move her feet either.

"Severus?" she asked.

"You're alright," he said sensing the tenseness in her voice. "You're just a little tied up at the moment. Now you are to remain silent until I give you permission to speak. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she answered simply.

Hermione expected her husband to touch her. Yet, no touches came. Was this some kind of waiting game? She got her answer when she heard a clicking noise and started to smell smoke. She started to get worried about what Severus planned to do.

"Are you smoking?" Hermione asked.

Her reward for speaking out of turn was a hard smack to the ass. She cried out when she was hit but she was not punished for that. She quickly caught onto his game. Instead of touching her to torment her he was doing something he knew she couldn't stand. It was taking all of Hermione mental strength to keep from yelling at him.

"Put that out!" she finally cried when she couldn't take it anymore.

Severus must have sensed she really was being pushed to her border but he did put the fag out.

"You did very well," he said. "A whole five minutes."

Hermione wasn't sure if she was allowed to speak so she didn't. She didn't really like mental games.

"Are you alright?" he asked on a concerned voice.

"Yea...Yes," she stammered.

She half expected Severus to release her. She didn't really like being spread eagle and she didn't like being blind to the world around her. Yet, part of her was turned on by being helpless. Severus must have been able to tell or he wouldn't have kept her bound.

His hands were on her. Each touch was intensified by the fact it was working double for the lose of her sight. She found herself trying to push up against his hand but the bounds didn't allow it.

"I want to take you Hermione," he said whispering in her ear. "I want to rape you."

The sound of his voice caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up.

"What do you mean 'rape me'?" she questioned confused by the statement.

"I want to take you and I want you fight me the whole time," Severus explained. "I want you to beg me to stop. If things get out of hand just yell 'Roses'. That will be our safe word."

Hermione wasn't totally alright with the idea but she didn't see anything wrong with it. Being at his mercy did turn her on and they were using a safe word. What could go wrong?

"Sounds like fun," she said.

Severus released her from her magical bindings a second before he rolled her onto her stomach and then pulled her up to her knees. He said the binding spell again. Hermione took a long gulp as she felt Severus' cock press up against her pussy.

"Please don't!" she cried trying to get away from the cock.

Her own words send chills down her back. Something was something seriously turning her on about it. Severus ignored her words and pushed inside. He wasn't using any lube that Hermione could feel and she yelped from the pain of it.

"You like that?" he asked slapping her on the ass. "You like me dry fucking you?"

"No," she whined as she felt herself lubing up. "I hate it."

She wasn't doing a very good acting job. She was enjoying herself too much to cry in pain or embarrassment. Severus didn't seem to mind. He started to fuck her wet passage with everything he had.

At first it felt amazing. The feeling of his large cock slamming deep inside her womb was enough to drive any girl nuts. But after a few minutes Hermione was starting to find it more and more painful. She wasn't used to this.

"Stop!" she cried with force in her voice. "Please!"

Her pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. In fact, her pleas only seemed to make him go faster and harder. Tears were filling Hermione's eyes. It felt like Severus was tearing her apart. He was going too deep. Too fast. Too hard.

"I said 'Stop!'," she yelled trying to get away from him.

She didn't understand why her husband wasn't stopping. Then she remembered they had picked a safe word. She just couldn't remember what it was. Her body was racked with pain as she tried to remember. To her surprise she felt a hand come down on her face. She cried out in pain. That was enough. Finally it came to her.

"Roses!" she cried. "Oh dear Merlin roses."

At once she felt Severus leave her passage. She was sobbing hard into the covering over her eyes.

"Hermione!" he said quickly removing her bindings.

She instinctively rolled into a ball to get away from him. She didn't bother to uncover her eyes. She didn't want to see him. Couldn't he tell he was hurting her?

Hermione felt her husband remove the cloth from her eyes. She snapped her eyes close.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "Let me see. Let me fix it."

She knew that he hadn't meant to hurt her. He had just gotten carried away at their game. She spread her legs for him. He brought his head and hand down. He slipped a finger into her and started to feel around.

Just the presence of his finger inside of her hurt. Her walls were raw from the short intense sex session.

He ran a hand across the bruise forming on her face. Hermione flinched away from his touch.

"You need Poppy," he answered getting up from the bed. "She'll be about to fix you up."

Still crying Hermione allowed Severus to help her to her feet and to put on a robe. She was mad at him and she was made at herself. How could she have allowed things to get that out of control?

Since she was unable to make it to the hospital wing by herself Severus put an arm around her and lead her out of their bedroom.