Who Do You Want?

\"Who Do You Want?\"


Chapter Seven
\"Today\'s Menu: Sex, Wine, and Fantasy #7\"


WARNING: This chapter contains some very mild and very consensual BDSM. (Of course, seeing as it’s with Severus the Sex-God, wouldn’t YOU consent??)


Disclaimer: With this disclaimer, I proclaim that I do not own any of the concepts, ideas or intellectual property related to Harry Potter or anything else created by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made from this endeavor.

A/N: Chapter title accredited to my fabulous beta, June W.


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When Hermione awoke, the room was filled with the morning sun streaming in, lighting up the bed. She rolled over and saw that Severus was still asleep. Remembering that he had still been awake when she drifted back to sleep in the middle of the night, she wondered how long he had stayed up after his nightmare.


She propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at her slumbering Severus. In this state of restful peace, he looked like some dark angel sent down from heaven. Yes, he was the type of dark angel she learned about in Sunday School, one of those vengeful angels that delivered plagues, waged war against Satan, or leveled cities. His face was restful, and for once had lost the look of worry that constantly followed him around; he usually hid the worry with a scowl or sneer when dealing with most of the world. His long sooty black lashes stood out against his pale skin, like a black fan against living china; and his mouth was relaxed, his lips a pale pink, not looking as thin as usual.


In this restful state, he was not bad looking at all.


Hermione decided to stay in bed, as she wanted to be the first thing Severus saw when he woke up that morning. Between his offer to leave that morning and his nightmare, which woke them both, she wanted to assure him that she was still there for him.


After an hour of studying his face and body by the morning light, her patience was rewarded when he rolled over onto his stomach and gave a slight groan. He was stirring.


Pulling back the covers, she looked at the curve of his back as it sloped from his shoulders down to his waist, and then rose back up to his arse and around down to his thighs. Unable to stop herself, she leaned over and started brushing her lips against the skin above the cleft of his arse. She found sensual delight in this erotic gesture while he slept.


She liked the feel of his skin against her mouth, so she started to kiss that spot and then tongue it gently, dipping her tongue along the very top of the cleft. When he groaned a little louder, she began moving her mouth up along his spine, combining her mouth with the tips of her fingers, trailing them along the skin in a dance of touch.


When she reached the upper part of his back, she straddled him and rested her hips against the lower part of his back, as she began kissing along the tops of his shoulders. It was when her mouth reached his neck that Severus\' eyes finally opened, and he looked at her out of the corner of one of them.


\"Morning,\" she purred against his ear.


\"So it wasn\'t a dream,\" he said, with a gravelly voice that Hermione thought was too sexy for words.


\"What wasn\'t?\"


\"Your tongue…just above my tailbone.\"


\"You liked it?\" she whispered into his ear. She saw the gooseflesh rise on his arm from her breath against his ear.


\"Like is an understatement,\" he answered with a low growl.


As she slid herself back down his body, she ground herself against his arse and legs, then straddled one thigh, rubbing herself against it for the sheer pleasure of the friction along her sex. She resumed tonguing the top of the cleft in his arse.


When he started feeling her wetness spread against the back of his thigh, he pulled himself from under her and spun himself around so he could place his face between her legs, as she remained on her hands and knees while he was now on his back.


As Severus\' face went diving into her moist fold, Hermione saw his raging erection right in front of her face begging for attention. With her hips straddling his face, she found this position worked much better for going down on Severus, as his length easily slipped down her throat from the curve of his cock. The first time she slowly took his whole length in her mouth, his sac resting up against her nose, he pulled his mouth away from her and let out a long, low growl of pleasure. She loved being able to make him feel so much pleasure that he lost concentration on what he was doing. Soon she found herself hungrily plunging her head back down on his cock, sucking and licking, flicking her tongue over the tip. Pulling back her head, she circled the glistening head with her tongue before engulfing him with her mouth once more.


His mouth was working more frantically on her labia and clit, his tongue darting in and out of her, sending her into quivering fits of shaking before she would regain her sense of presence and go back to devouring Severus\' cock.


Soon she found that not only was she fucking Severus’ mouth, but he was fucking her mouth, bucking his hips from underneath her to plunge himself into her mouth.


When she no longer could stand it, she pulled her mouth away from him and started screaming his name as she started to come, his mouth still working fervently on her. After she collapsed on top of him, he moved out from under her and kept her on her hands and knees, quickly taking her from behind. She threw her head back from the sensation of him filling her quickly, and began to come against as he started to pound into her from behind. The feeling of her body being shaken to the core from his hips ramming up into her heightened the climax that was washing through her, like a wildfire on steep dry hillsides.


His hands were grasping at her hips with desperation, and he strove to drive himself into her as deep as possible, feeling the burning need to bury himself in her completely. Just as her cries started to die down he came in her, spilling his warmth into her. He finally let himself lose complete control and let forth with a roar of intense pleasure.


They both collapsed on the bed. He rolled off of her as soon as possible, not wanting to crush her with his weight.


\"How was your wake-up call?\" she asked playfully.


\"Can I get one of those every morning?\" he asked with heavily-lidded eyes, his voice thick and drowsy.


\"I\'ll see what I can do,\" she replied.


After resting in post-coital bliss and regaining their strength, they both went to the kitchen for some breakfast. Severus felt much more at ease with a half-dressed Hermione in his kitchen than he did the day before. Conversation went much more smoothly, and their banter was a little bit more relaxed.


\"So, what would you like to do today?\" Severus asked. He had a feeling it would be the same request as yesterday, and he had found that to be a fairly delightful itinerary.


\"I do not want to leave here today; that\'s for certain. Just books and you, and not necessarily in that order.\"


\"You’re wanton, woman,\" he dryly remarked.


\"Are you complaining?\" she shot back with a leer.


\"Not at all, just making an observation.\"


They weren’t even half-way through breakfast before Hermione\'s toes found Severus\' leg. As she dragged her foot up his calf, she was busy examining her eggs. She did catch Severus look at her quizzically out of the corner of his eye. When her foot reached mid-way up his thigh, he quickly stood up and walked over to where she sat.


Firmly grabbing her by her arms, he lifted her up out of her chair, swept one arm across the table to clear it of their half-eaten breakfast, and placed her arse on the kitchen table. Standing between her thighs, his hands quickly opened the shirt she was wearing that morning, the same one from yesterday.


One of his hands went to her breast, while the other reached up the back of her neck to entangle itself into her hair. He leaned down and forcefully kissed her. This was the most forceful he had ever been with her, and she moaned greedily, acknowledging that she liked this demanding side of him. She kissed him back with all her strength, grabbing at his shoulders, as she spread her legs wider. When she felt his hardness pressing up against her belly, she leaned back on the kitchen table so he could plunge back into her for the second time that morning.


When she reclined fully and spread her hair all over the table, he nearly lost all control over his efforts to be gentle.


\"Take me, Severus,\" she begged. \"As rough as you want, any way you want me, name it, I\'m completely yours.\" Her eyes pleaded with him to take her quickly.


He lifted her ankles up onto his shoulders, and he sunk himself into her all the way until his curls brushed her clit.


She watched his head roll back as he plunged into her. His hands wrapped around the tops of her thighs to hold her in place as he thrust into her, famished with his desire to take her again.


One of her own hands snaked its way down her belly, and she started stroking her clit while the other hand began toying with her nipple. Coupled with the sensation of him filling her aching flesh, she was lost in her own paradise of amazing sex.


When Severus finally opened his eyes and saw her playing with herself, he lost it. He frantically fucked her like a wild man, grunting and screaming, howling with the wondrous feeling of love mixed with lust, coursing through him like some draught of fire that was consuming him from the inside out.


Hermione was overwhelmed by the feeling of him losing himself in her, and she came, bucking against his uncontrolled thrusts. He had become her demon lover, and she would follow him to hell and back.


The second time took much longer for Severus, as his body hadn\'t quite recovered from their first lovemaking session before breakfast. Hermione didn’t mind this, as it meant that she could relish the delicious friction of his hardness riding inside of her, making her come a second time.


The legs on the kitchen table protested loudly under the stress of its load, and somehow Hermione found this to be a turn-on, like something she once read about in a bad romance novel.


When Hermione\'s hands returned to her clit to try and work herself into a third orgasm on the kitchen table Severus didn’t hold back any longer, and filled her with his seed.


His legs extremely weak, he Accio\'ed a chair and collapsed into it, as Hermione propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him from between her bent knees. He stared at her sex as their mingled juices ran down between her legs. Grabbing a napkin, he blotted her dry, a tender gesture of a caring lover.


\"You’re a glutton,\" she remarked.


\"Speak for yourself. I don\'t know about you, but I need a nap. I\'m not seventeen any more.\"


\"I\'ll join you,\" she added.


Ignoring the mess on the kitchen floor from Severus\' hasty action, they padded to the bedroom and fell into bed, quickly dropping off into a well-deserved nap.


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After a forty-minute nap, Severus woke up feeling more relaxed than he could ever remember in his life. It was as if he had taken a Draught of Peace, mixed with Pepperup Potion.


Looking over at the cause of his relaxed euphoria, he smiled. He was certainly getting to know her body and now he wanted to know the mind that went with it. Strange feelings of attachment were floating through his mind, as well.


He watched her nap for a while longer. Soon she stirred, opening one eye, giving him a lazy smile.


\"More?\" he said.


Hermione laughed lightly and dreamily. \"I hope you\'re joking, because if we go at it again right now, I think I will become permanently bow-legged.\" He laughed at her comment. \"I need a rest, until this afternoon. I think I\'m getting tender.\"


\"Did I hurt you?\" he asked, his face suddenly filled with concern.


\"No, I\'m just not used to such activity and abuse on certain parts of my body…wonderful abuse, that is.\" She stretched and snuggled into Severus\' chest, and gave a purr of contentment.


Moving his arm around her shoulder, as she had one leg and arm draped across him, he asked, \"So now that the war is over, what do you intend to do?\"


Hermione had given it some thought, as she was a plan-for-all-contingencies type of girl. \"Well, Professor Flitwick mentioned to me that if the war ended soon, he would take an apprentice.\"


The Headmaster had also instructed Severus that — once Voldemort was dead — he too should take an apprentice, as he no longer would have the double duties of spy and professor. Since there had been a lack of new Potion Masters and Mistresses over the past ten years, the field of talented brewers of elixirs was waning. If there was only one person he knew who could make a good apprentice, it would be Hermione.


\"I also will have an open position for an apprentice this coming autumn. I can think of no former student who would make a better one than you,\" he said, gazing down at the top of her head.


She looked up and into his eyes. He was sincere. \"You want to offer me the apprenticeship? A Potions apprenticeship?\"


\"I can think of no one who has a better grasp of Potions than you,” he smiled at her. “Far better than Draco, and he was my second best student in years. You have a natural talent.\"


A flood of confusing emotions flooded through her at that moment. To be offered an apprenticeship with Severus Snape was no small honor, but the idea of working under him and back into the same student-professor relationship was one she did not want to revisit. It would be too uncomfortable if their personal relationship went bad.


\"I\'m flattered, I am flattered beyond all belief,\" she said, her face blank. He smiled warmly at her. \"But I can’t accept.\" His face fell, and he looked a bit hurt. \"Don’t get me wrong, Severus. A Potions apprenticeship with you is by far the greatest offer and honor given to me, but I can\'t accept it. If we continue seeing each other, that would strain our relationship as master and apprentice, and then there would be the teacher-student thing. I can\'t do it, not if it means risking this — what we have right now, what we might have as a future together. I love Potions, but I love you more. \"


He looked at her and his face softened. His silently chastised himself for offering it to her, finally realizing that that sort of dual relationship just might jeopardize what he had hoped to find for years, and was now lying beside him in his bed. She was right. Hermione was now a former student, and it would be best if she remained that way.


\"I understand. If you want, I can talk with Professor Flitwick and give him my recommendation of you for the position,\" he offered.


\"Actually, I already spoke with Minerva, and she said she would speak with Professor Flitwick. If I know her, it\'s a done deal. I\'m most probably returning to Hogwarts this September if I get the apprenticeship. I should owl Minerva soon since the war is over now; I didn’t have much of a chance to talk with her the other night at the party.\"


He nodded, remembering Minerva and Albus sitting at the kitchen table, as they tried to talk him into joining a Muggle drinking game Seamus Finnigan taught them shortly before he died.


\"I\'m sure you\'ll get it, too,\" he said with certainty.


\"So, will you offer the apprenticeship to Draco, then?\"


\"Not sure. I\'ll have to think on that one. He would do very well, but I don’t know if he has the nose for it. I also have to talk with him to see if he is even interested.\"


Hermione made a non-committal noise and settled her head back onto his chest.


Another thing niggling at the back of his mind popped up. \"You mentioned the Theory of Relativity and Quantum Mechanics last night. Care to explain those to me?\"


Hermione flipped over onto her side and then sat up, a gleam in her eyes. \"Well, how much do you know about the properties of light that is not related to magic?\"


\"Not much,\" he said.


Hermione launched into a brief overview of Newtonian physics and light as both particle and light waves. After he barely grasped the concept, she launched into the Theory of Relativity and the speed of light. By the time she finished with Quantum Mechanics, Severus felt like his brain had been heavily taxed. It was all very new to him and he was wholly unfamiliar with the concept of Muggle science, but it didn’t mean he didn\'t appreciate scientific methods. If he and Hermione ever went to Diagon Alley, he would have to ask her to take him out into Muggle London to a bookstore where they had books on the subject of physics.


By the end of their discussion, they were both sitting cross-legged on the bed. It had been a long time since he had had a discourse this interesting, and he hoped they would have many more. Next time, he would have to ask her about Muggle Chemistry.


They left the bed and headed off to the kitchen for lunch. Severus flicked his wand to clean up the mess from breakfast. After lunch, Severus excused himself to brew the healing potion with the remnants of Hermione\'s virginal blood still on his cloak. Hermione grabbed a blanket and a book, and decided to do a bit of nude sunbathing while she read.


As she headed out the door, completely nude and “covered” only by the blanket and book under her arm, Severus called her a hedonist. She assured him she did this all the time back at home in her parents\' secluded backyard, during her summers at home while her parents were at work all day.


He dropped the wards that extended just beyond the perimeter of the house so she could enter the garden, then headed off to his personal laboratory. His thoughts were fully taken by the nude hussy he could see from the lab window. Correction: she was his nude hussy, his own personal private nude hussy. He smiled to himself, completely forgetting to reset and extend the wards around the property.


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Soaking up the warmth of the sun on her skin, Hermione felt free. The war was over, she had access to an amazing library, she had a wonderful lover and friend, and now she was lying on a blanket in the sun, enjoying the light breeze that trailed over her bare skin.


It couldn’t get any more perfect.


She rolled over onto her stomach, placing the book in front of her as she read. It was a book on Chinese wizards during the Chan Dynasty, and she was so immersed in reading it that she almost didn’t notice Hedwig land next to her.


Lifting her head up from the book, she saw the owl and sighed. \"What do you want, Harry?\"


\"I wanted to know if you were okay,\" came a voice from behind her.


Hermione shrieked and covered herself with the blanket she was lying on. Flipping over onto her back, the sun was behind Harry, and she saw Harry’s silhouette looming over her.


\"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?\" she screeched up at him.


\"You leave with nothing but a note saying you\'re staying with a \'friend\', but give no name. Then yesterday, Ginny comes into your room and sees all your things are gone. I get a reply from you that you\'re fine with no other details. What was I supposed to do, not worry about my best friend?\" he shouted back.


\"I\'m fine. Now go away,\" she commanded him, shooing him away with her one free hand that wasn\'t clutching the blanket to cover her naked form.


Just as Harry was about to speak, his eye caught sight of a figure running out of the house behind Hermione, and his jaw dropped.


\"What the hell are you doing here, Potter!\" Severus yelled at him.


\"I followed Hedwig after I got this very vague and strange letter from Hermione. I was worried about her,\" he explained, anger burning in his eyes.


\"Well, you heard the lady. She said she\'s fine and wishes you to leave. Besides, you’re trespassing on my property.\"


Harry\'s mouth fell open in shock again, once he realized Severus was in his dressing gown, and Hermione was clutching only a woolen blanket to her chest.


\"Hermione, this is your friend? Oh, please don’t tell me…you and him? I don’t see why you even bothered getting your clothes, as I see you don’t need them. Research, my arse,\" Harry spat with disgust.


Hermione leapt to her feet, still clutching the blanket to cover herself, and brought her palm against Harry\'s face with a resounding crack. Harry\'s head snapped back, and he felt the stinging bloom of heat spreading across his face.


\"I love him, Harry. I\'m in love with him,\" she said, her voice choking as the tears came.


\"How can you?\" he asked with disbelief. \"He\'s the greasy git we all hate.\"


Severus sneered and was about to pull his wand on Harry, when Hermione placed her hand on his arm.


\"Severus, please. Harry and I need to talk about this. I don’t need the two of you in a duel,\" she commanded in gentle tones.


He put his wand away in his pocket and folded his arms over his chest, doing his best to tower over Harry in an intimidating posture.


Turning back to Harry, Hermione said, \"In case you haven’t noticed, I haven’t called him that in years, if ever. And I haven’t hated him for quite a few years, in case you haven’t noticed that either.\"


\"But how can you and him… He\'s so old,\" Harry groaned with revulsion.


\"I don’t care how old he is. He\'s what I\'ve been looking for in a man. He’s brilliant, he\'s funny, and he won’t put up with my attitude. And what\'s more, he appreciates a woman with more than two brain cells to rub together, which is more than I can say for most of the other men I know,\" she ground out at him, hoping he would get the hint she was referring to him and Ron.


\"Funny? He\'s mean and sarcastic! You can’t be serious?\" Harry asked, his face screwed up with disgust.


\"Yes, he\'s funny as hell if you ever bother to listen to him.\"


\"I still can’t believe you and him…together?\" Harry said, shocked with the idea Hermione wanted to be with him.


\"And why not? He\'s a man, just like you. At least he knows what the hell to do with a woman\'s body…unlike some men,\" she snarled at him.


\"So you’re fucking him?\" Harry\'s face went hot with rage and embarrassment.


\"Language, Potter!\" Severus barked at him.


Harry whipped out his wand and Severus had his out just as fast. The two men circled each other like two boxers, each looking for an opening to throw the first punch.


\"Oh, hell,\" Hermione muttered and grabbed her own wand. She cast a binding spell on Harry; and told Severus if he didn\'t put his wand away, she would do the same to him in half a heartbeat.


Walking up to Harry, her face softened and she stroked his cheek. He stood there, his eyes wide from the shock that Hermione had put a binding spell on him.


\"Harry, can’t you be happy for me? Severus and I love each other, and I\'m truly happy with him. This is what I really want. I\'m here because I want to be, and I can leave anytime I want to. He\'s not keeping me here; my heart is. Please go. I\'ll owl you when I\'m ready to leave here, and please don’t tell Ron. I\'ll tell him myself.\"


Harry\'s eyes lost some of their fury, and Hermione said, \"Finite Incantatum.\"


Bending down, Harry picked up his Firebolt and looked at Severus\' protective arm around Hermione.


\"All right, Hermione,\" he said grudgingly. \"If this is what you want and you are happy, then I guess I\'ll have to deal with it. I don\'t like it, but I can put up with it.\" Turning his eyes to Severus, the anger in his eyes returned. \"You so much as hurt her one little bit, and you\'ll be living the rest of your days at St. Mungo\'s in the permanent resident ward.\"


\"The same applies to you, Potter,\" Severus retorted.


Ignoring the Potions Master\'s comment, Harry turned and mounted his broom. Kicking off, he shot up into the sky and disappeared behind a large cloud.


Hermione let out a long sigh. She trudged back into the house with Severus\' arms still around her. Once inside, she walked into the parlor and landed on the couch.


With one arm over her eyes, she said with desperate longing, \"When is this going to end?\"


For being together for less than three days, Severus and Hermione had certainly had their share of tests when it came to their relationship.


\"As I said before,\" he said as he sat next to her on the couch, while rubbing her arm, \"if you want to leave...\"


Hermione pulled her arm away from her eyes and looked at him. \"My purpose in life is not to do what makes Harry or Ron happy; it\'s to make myself happy through work and hopefully a fulfilling relationship with a wonderful man. So far I have one out of two. If I get the apprenticeship under Professor Flitwick, then I have both.\"


He continued to stroke her arm. For making her so happy, she seemed to be very unhappy during the past twenty-four hours.


\"What makes you happy, Severus?\"


He stopped stroking her arm and fell back on the couch. He had thought that the Dark Lord’s death would make him happy, but that night in the upstairs study proved that he wasn\'t. He had felt empty, but now it seemed that he was happy with Hermione despite the horrid Muggles and Potter invading their privacy. Potions wasn\'t enough for him, but it seemed Hermione made him feel complete.


\"You.\"


Hermione certainly didn\'t expect him to answer her so simply or that she even might be part of that equation so soon, though it did make her heart sing when he said it.


\"I do? I make you happy?\"


\"Yes.\" He leaned forward and trapped her mouth in a soul-searching kiss that left her head spinning. His heart felt like it would burst through his chest; it felt so full of love for her, to the point where it hurt.


Hermione felt like her heart was being squeezed with his touch. She almost couldn\'t breathe with the knowledge that she made him happy. She hadn’t known if he could ever be happy, but she had been willing to love him regardless, and now he said she was the reason for his joy. Now she finally felt what it was to be drunk on love.


When their lips parted, he said, \"I love you.\"


\"I thought you said you couldn’t read minds,\" Hermione cooed.


He smiled and kissed her again.


~_~_~_~_~_~


That night Severus cooked for Hermione, and she discovered he was as good a cook as he was a Potions Master. He brought out a fine bottle of Riesling to go with the chicken, and he taught her the fine art of appreciating wine, promising to bring out a prized vintage Cabernet to go with the steaks tomorrow night.


They finished the rest of the bottle while sitting on the couch in front of the fire. Hermione was feeling very mellow and a bit adventuresome. Leaning into Severus, she ran a finger down the buttons of his shirt.


\"Tell me your wildest sexual fantasy, Severus,\" she purred, just before her tongue found his ear.


He closed his eyes, melting under her touch. Between her warm sweet breath on his ear and neck and what her tongue was doing, he was barely able to hold on to his faculties, as the wine had loosened his control as well.


\"You’re drunk again,\" he said with a growl.


\"I may be a bit buzzed, but that doesn’t mean I\'m not curious.\"


\"Why are you so interested?\" he countered.


\"Maybe I want to help you fulfill your deepest desires, because that’s what turns me on.\"


How could he refuse an offer like that? Where should he begin? After being a lonely bachelor for so many years, he had developed a repertoire of sexual fantasies to aid his climax during masturbation.


\"You really want to know my fantasies?\" he smirked with one raised brow. She nodded with a hungry look in her eye. \"Let\'s see, there\'s Lord of the Manor and the scullery maid, the stable hand and the very lonely Queen, the nymph and the voyeuristic woodsman, me and a random witch on the Knight Bus, being interrogated by a female Auror, being tied down and seduced—\"


\"Would you like to tie me down, Severus?\" she huskily whispered into his ear.


His cock sprang to full attention.


\"Yes,\" he replied quickly, his voice slightly high pitched and squeaky from his anxious anticipation, and from his hard cock being bent in the wrong direction, trapped in his trousers.


\"Then what are you waiting for?\" she saucily asked rhetorically.


Before she could say anything else, he whipped out his wand and had her chained spread-eagle on a slanting table set at a forty-five degree angle. She was now nude except for the leather and chains that held her in place. Severus was wearing his usual outfit of tight trousers, white shirt, and long jacket with many buttons, but what caught her attention was that his jacket and trousers were now made of leather.


\"God, you look hot,\" she started to say, but was cut off with a harsh glare from him.


\"Silence!\" he ordered. \"Now, if you truly want to fulfill one of my deepest, darkest desires, then you will be my slave. You will only speak when spoken to; and when you answer, you will answer either \'yes, master\' or \'no, master\'. You will do what you are told without question; if I tell you to beg, you will do so convincingly or you will suffer. If I tell you to lick my boots, you will do so until I tell you to stop. Do you understand the terms of this agreement? This is your last chance Miss Granger. Do you wish to help me fulfill my fantasy of a willing slave?\"


\"Yes,\" she whispered, feeling a burning ache between her legs from seeing Severus in this position of authority. If she had seen him like this a few years ago, it would have frightened her; but knowing now that he was a gentle lover, she knew this was just one side of him. She found herself aroused by his domineering presence.


\"Yes, what?\" he said, his voice poisonously low and resonant.


\"Yes, master,\" she breathed.


\"This is my last warning. If for some reason you cannot continue, you may request that I stop anytime, but otherwise, I am in complete control. Is that understood, slave?\"


\"Yes, master.\"


She wanted to do this. He had given her control to end the fantasy if it was too much, but for the fact he had the illusion of control was enough to make them both believe it for the moment. And since Hermione Granger was always in control, it felt deliciously wicked to have none of it for once.


Severus already felt his erection straining against his trousers when she answered back to him. Seeing her look at him with lust laden eyes, and her body drawn taught against the surface, made him want to ravage her right then and there, but where would be the fun in that?


\"Well, let\'s see what we have here,\" he began. \"A long ways from home, aren’t we,\" he said with a sardonic smile, \"with no one to hear you scream.\" He brought his mouth close to her ear and hissed, \"Whether you scream from pleasure or pain, it makes no difference to me.\"


Hermione was now a little frightened. She didn’t know that pain would be included in the deal. A little spanking maybe, but not pain. Her face went serious for a moment and she looked him in the eye. \"Not too much pain,\" she said. His features softened for a moment and he nodded, happy that she still wanted to continue.


He easily slipped back into character and began striding around the slanted table. \"A suitable body for my needs.\" He roughly grabbed one nipple and tweaked it hard. Hermione gasped. \"Like that, do you?\"


She looked up at him as she felt a rush of wet warmth between her legs. \"Yes, master,\" she answered shakily.


Winding his fingers into her hair, grabbing her tresses tightly in his fist, he held her head still, as he raked his wet rough tongue along the side of her face. She gasped from the whole kinkiness of it.


If someone had told her a week ago that she would willingly be strapped down to a table to be sexually dominated by Severus Snape, she would have hexed that person. Now she was wholly turned on by it.


Hermione groaned.


There was a quick whooshing sound and then a loud “TWHACK” as Severus whipped a riding crop through the air and into the table, hitting it just inches next to her leg. She gave a startled gasp.


\"Did I say you could make a noise, slave?\"


\"No, master,\" she whimpered.


Her voice was doing things to Severus\' mind, and he had to stand behind her and steady himself. Once in control over his own body, he dragged the leather riding crop down along her face, to her neck, then between the valley of her breasts where he stopped. He gently flicked the tip on each nipple and watched the rosy flesh pucker from his attentions. Looking at her face, he saw she was biting her lower lip to keep from making a sound. Her lips would definitely look swollen and undeniably kissable very soon.


He continued drawing the leather stock down her belly, and brushed it lightly over her dark brown curls covering her mons. Lightly dragging it along the inside of her thigh, he then brought it back up the other thigh until it rested on her hipbone.


\"Tell me, slave: what is the charm to make a wand vibrate?\" he ordered, lightly tapping the riding crop against her skin. He remembered her making mention of Miss Brown’s charm the day before at breakfast, but she said he had to be a good boy. Clearly, Severus was being very good to her.


\"Reverberatus, master.\"


He said the incantation, and his own wand began to buzz with a heavy vibration. Holding it up to her face, he dragged it down her belly to let it hover just before reaching her clit. When he placed his wand on the sensitive flesh, Hermione closed her eyes and began to writhe uncontrollably under his touch and wand.


He brought his free hand up to her opening and probed inside of her with two fingers. He felt how very wet she was, and he had to grit his teeth from the additional rush of blood that flooded his groin. Feeling around, he found her G-spot and began to stroke his fingers in a beckoning motion that made her closed eyes squint tightly. Between his fingers, his wand, and the sensation of leather rubbing up against her skin, she could feel a powerful orgasm building up inside of her, one that would rip through the very core of her being and split her apart.


\"You can’t come until I tell you to, slave.\"


Hermione opened her eyes, using her cinnamon eyes to beg him as if her life depended on the release she so desperately needed. Unable to hold back from making any sound, small mewling whimpers began to escape from her mouth, as her eyes continued to plead with her master for release. He was staring down at her, not with a sneer or disdain, but with pure lust-filled domineering want, as if he would devour her. Seeing him like this began to send her over the edge.


Sensing her loss of control, he hissed in her ear, \"Come now, slave. Scream!\"


Hermione let the heat flow through her body, and she screamed and strained against her restraints as her climax rippled through her. Opening her mouth wide, she letting a howling scream echo through the room.


Unable to let her have all the fun, Severus unbuttoned his fly and thrust into her in one swift motion, causing her orgasm to double, sending her into an ever-cascading climax. Her howl became a shriek as his cock hit her cervix.


From the moment he entered her, he could feel her inner walls welcome and milk him. He was unable to last very long, as he found that the realization of one of his fantasies was too much for him to restrain himself for very long. He pumped into her, moaning her name as their hips ground against each other.


\"YES, MASTER,\" she wailed. She was still in the throes of her orgasm when Severus was finishing the last of his thrusts.


He leaned into the table and kissed the side of her face.


\"Thank you,\" he gasped, and then he passed out on top of her.


Hermione knew he didn’t mean to pass out, leaving her chained to this table with his full weight on top of her.


\"Accio wand,\" she called. Her own wand flew into her hand, and she ended his spells.


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They were now lying on the couch. Severus was still wearing his leather outfit and she was still naked; but the chains, the leather crop, and the table were gone.


She gently rolled him off of her and snuggled her bottom into his lap, spooning into him, the feel of his leather trousers against her skin. She pulled his arm over her waist, clutched his hand to her chest, and promptly fell asleep.


Sometime in the middle of the night, Severus woke and found the fire had died and the table was gone, but he and Hermione were still in their own state of dress and undress. He then remembered he had passed out on top of her, leaving her chained down. He felt like an idiot and an inconsiderate lover.


Slipping out from behind her, he lifted her up from the couch and carried her to his bedroom. Hermione never roused from her sleep. He laid her on the bed and got undressed, spooning her from behind like they were on the couch, and fell back asleep.


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A/N: What is it with BDSM that makes it soooo hot to read. Hmmmm, Leather!Domineering!Severus is one answer. Sigh. Don\'t worry, more chapters are on the way.


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