The Death Eater's Valentine

CHAPTER NINE: The Witch Finds Her Niche





“Do you wish for me to stop touching you, Mistress Hermione?” Severus asked, feeling her stomach clench when he added the title of Mistress to her name.







“No, I draw strength from your touch. The fact that it bothers him makes it even more enjoyable to me.” She said, leaning back against the dark wizard. “Teach me, Professor, show me how to punish him the way he deserves.”







“With pleasure, Mistress Hermione.” Severus chuckled.







“Hermione….Little one, please, you aren’t ready….” Lucius flinched when Hermione reached out and pinched his left nipple hard.







“Don’t tell me what I am and am not ready for. You don’t know me, Lucius, do not make the mistake of thinking that you do just because I let you between my thighs.” Hermione fairly glowed, her magic reacting to the intensity of her passion.







“Severus isn’t as noble as he pretends, he always has his own agenda….don’t let him lull you into a false sense of security.” Lucius whispered softly, he wanted her for himself alone.









Hermione smiled and tilted her head to the side as she stared at the bound Viking.







“Like you did, Lucius? All the little jests and jibes over the last several weeks at my expense, fooling me into believing that you only wanted to make fun, make my life miserable when all along you were hoping I would let my guard down. The moment you got me alone with no means of escape you pounced, like a predator.” She said quietly, her body still leaning into Severus who stared at Lucius over the top of her head.









“I wanted you from the beginning, I told you that. So I took advantage of an opportunity when it was presented, who wouldn’t?” He didn’t look repentant in any way.







“Exactly, and I fully intend to take advantage of this opportunity since it has so conveniently presented itself.” She said, that slow, sultry smile lifting the corners of her mouth and causing his skin to prickle with gooseflesh.







“Hermione, if you want to play, fine, we can play, just you and me.” Lucius said, scowling at Severus.







“No….I want to play with you, Lucius. But I want to play with Severus too. After all, how often does one get to indulge in her schoolgirl fantasies?” Hermione raised her hand and reached behind her to thread her fingers through Severus’s silky black hair as she pushed her bottom back into his groin.







“Tempt me, little witch, and I will respond….is that what you want?” Severus whispered against her ear, grinding his growing arousal against her backside.







“Severus…..” Lucius growled in warning.







“Shut up, Lucius. You have made no commitment to me and I have made none to you. You have not offered me anything more than a fuck in the Dark Lord’s cave; I am still a free witch and can indulge with whoever pleases me.” She said, staring at him with eyes lit from within by the passion of a witch discovering the power of her sexuality. “Can you please me, Severus?” She asked, raking her nails over his scalp.







“If that is what Mistress desires.” He said, his velvety voice rolling over her and causing her to squeeze her thighs together in response.









“You aren’t as innocent as I thought, are you, little one?” Lucius drawled, his eyes narrowing. “And here I thought I would have to take my time with you, introduce you slowly to some of my favorite games.”







“Severus, he talks too much.” Hermione said softly, a little pout to her lips. “Shut him up for me please.”





A wry grin twisted Severus’s lips, the little witch was enjoying herself and he was rather impressed with the way she falling into the character of Mistress. Seemed she wasn’t as submissive as Lucius imagined her to be.







“Of course.” He said, reaching beneath his robes for his wand. A black leather ball gag found its way between Lucius’s teeth, the straps wrapped securely around his head and he shouted muffled profanities at Severus. “There, does that please Mistress?”







“Very much. Now, why don’t you teach me how to use this?” Hermione said, pulling the fringe of the flogger through her fist as she stared at Lucius. His gaze heated as he stared at the implement in her hand.







“The flogger is a direct extension of the Dom’s arm. Hold it firmly, your wrist straight so that you can control it. This is very important, Hermione, if you do not have control, you can harm him. Spread as he is, should you land a blow incorrectly you could cause damage to his private parts.” Severus said. “But first, let us begin with the anticipation. Stroke the fringe over his skin, gently. Tease him; taunt him with the tool that will bring him pain, and pleasure.” He kept his voice soft, for her ears only.







Hermione took a deep breath and squared her shoulders before stepping forward, out of Severus’s embrace, and pressing herself along the front of Lucius’s naked body. He grunted softly around the ball gag, his eyes fairly burning into her as she draped the fringe over his shoulder and dragged it over his chest, the knotted ends tickling his nipples and causing him to gasp.









She smiled; his reactions were fun to watch now that he was on the receiving end. She ran the tip of the handle down the center of his chest, the tails of the flogger dancing around his erection. He jerked, thrusting his hips forward, pressing against her as she teased him. She lifted up onto her toes and licked the side of his neck; he let his head fall back and groaned softly. She liked the salty flavor of his skin and bit softly into his shoulder.







“Mmmm…delicious.” She murmured against his skin. “It’s a shame you have to be such a bastard, Lucius. Perhaps you will show me your tender side eventually.” She whispered close to his ear. He mumbled something she couldn’t understand and tried to nuzzle the side of her neck with his nose, to demonstrate some tender emotion, but she wasn’t receptive to it in that moment. She was drunk with the power, the alternate reality and the anonymity afforded to her by the strange clothes and the mask she wore.







She stepped away from him, turning towards Severus.







“I now understand how you were able to do some of the things you did. These masks….they somehow take you outside yourself…they hide you, make you more willing to do things you normally wouldn’t.” She said. “They make it easy to allow your baser instincts to take over.”







“Yes…anonymity makes it easier to give in to the darkness, to allow it free reign.” Severus said. He stood, watching the little witch come alive beneath his tutelage. He could feel the rage and the desire emanating from Lucius as he watched Hermione. Lucius was obviously growing attached to have such reactions to the woman, but if he wasn’t careful, his tendency towards manipulation and sadism would chase her off before he truly had her. “Be careful, it can become addictive, same as a drug.”







“I can tell, I feel powerful…invincible….extremely aroused.” She muttered the last with a soft flush, her colored cheeks hidden beneath the mask.







“It can be very arousing to have control over another person, to have them at your mercy.” Severus said, his hand coming up to stroke her cheek below the mask. He had never felt such soft young skin beneath his calloused fingertips. “It can also go the other way, becoming aroused by allowing another to have complete control over you, to punish or pleasure at will.”





Lucius watched Severus touch the witch tenderly, saw Hermione respond and his gut twisted. He shouldn’t have let his arrogance get the better of him and decide to torment her with her former professor. Severus might not be the most attractive of men, or the most socially adept wizard, but he could woo a woman. He had a natural sensuality, a certain dark unapproachable aura around him that women found difficult to ignore.







Lucius shouted around the rubber ball gag, his cursing muffled and unintelligible. But it worked, her attention was drawn from Severus and back to him, the spell between his friend and the woman he intended to take as his own was broken for the time being.





“He doesn’t like you flirting with me, Mistress.” Severus said softly, his dark, penetrating stare causing Lucius to struggle more within his chains as Severus began pushing images into Lucius’s head.





Hermione threaded her hands into Severus’s hair and pulled him close to her, she moaned softly when the wizard licked her lips, the tip of his tongue tracing their shape, tickling the seam before she opened and joined the play. Their lips were barely touching and Lucius was treated to a torturous view of their tongues dueling.





Severus left her mouth, licking and sucking a path down her throat to her breasts plumped over the bodice of the leather corset. His tongue sliding along the valley of her cleavage. His hands cupped her, dipping below the snug edge to tease her nipples. She moaned, writhing against the dark wizard, pressing into him.





“MMMM…..you are so big!” She cooed, reaching between them to caress him through his robes. “Take me, take me right here, right now!” She begged, jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist…









Severus withdrew from his head, chuckling as the flushed and sweating wizard began to curse and fight. He was going to lose his voice at the rate he was going.







“I don’t care if he likes it or not. He has made me no promises, no offers of a relationship. He hasn’t even taken me on a date, the cad!” She said softly. Lucius muttered something she thought sounded like I haven’t had the chance.







Hermione backed up slowly until her back was pressed along the front of Lucius, her bum pressing back into his groin and making him groan. He was so hard against her that she couldn’t resist rotating her hips just a little. She crooked her finger at Severus, a wicked grin on her lips.





Severus answered her beckoning, stalking slowly towards her.



“Yes, Mistress?” he asked, stopping in front of her.







“Do you want to kiss me, Severus?” She asked. Lucius bucked against her, a very clear Unh Unh slipping around the gag.







“Does Mistress want me to kiss her?” Severus asked, he was happy to oblige the little witch, but she would be pushing a line that may lead her into deeper waters than she was prepared to tread.







“I believe I do.” She said, leaning into Lucius as she reached up and threaded her fingers into Severus’s inky locks and tugged his head down until their lips met. Lucius shouted hoarsely behind them as Severus kissed the witch. He explored her mouth with a thoroughness that left her lightheaded. When he pulled back she was staring at him, her mouth agape and her eyes wide behind the silver mask.





“Was that satisfactory?” He asked, sliding his tongue over his lips as though savoring her unique flavor.







“My goodness….you are better than I dreamed you would be.” She said softly, smoothing her fingers over his silky hair. Lucius bucked into her again with more force, shoving her forward and into Severus’s arms.





“I think we may have angered him.” Severus drawled, a smug look on his face as he stared Lucius down.







“I think maybe its time I practiced my swing.” Hermione said, twirling the flogger in her hand. “Poor Lucius….you are the one who reminded me of my fantasies regarding Severus…” She said, walking around him with a slow roll to her hips. “…it was you who brought them up, reigniting the dreams of my youth.” She said, slipping around him and sliding the tip of the handle down his spine and along the cleft of his tight, muscled backside. “It was you who decided to invite him to join us for dinner, to have the portkey deliver me into his lap. You told him of my confession and brought him here….for me. Now you are angry that I have accepted your gift?” She reached out and raked her nails down his back, smiling when he hissed softly. “You have been a very naughty wizard, Lucius Malfoy, and you deserve to be punished.”











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Yes, I am trying to torture you all LOL……I know its drawing out, but there really isn’t much plot LOL, just some good old fashioned smut with a little extra oomph…….and I want to convey the emotions and passion behind these encounters……stick with me…..please?