Revelations

Revelations Chapter 1- Offers

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WARNING: This story contains explicit BDSM, Dominance and submission, and non-consensual voyeurism. If you don’t like it don’t read it.

11/24/03 -- This is just a format change nothing new… In a couple of days I will have the new chapter up.

OK This once one-shot smut has become a smut with a plot OMG!!!!! I guess that is what I get for asking for a few ideas. This is turning into something bigger than I had thought. Enjoy!!!!
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The door slammed behind them as the fell into the room and into each other’s arms. Their lips met with a ferocity that only fueled their desire. Buttons fell to the floor as greedy hands sought hot flesh. Cool air produced turgid nipples that puckered and begged to be licked, bitten, and suckled by a hot warm mouth. Shivers traveled down a spine as a neck is nibbled and a mark of possession is left behind to stand out red on pale, pale skin. A body is spun and pressed down oa dea desk. Breasts are flattened against the hard surface as small soft hands are swept to the small of a back and held tightly. A free hand slides over the wet folds of the exposed pussy. A breathy moan passes through parted ruby lips when fingers pinch and roughly handle the hard clit that usually hides with in the gaping lips of the cunt that is weeping, aching to be filled when a question is roughly asked.

“Tell me what you want, Slut.”

“Please fuck me.” The half whispered plea floated on the air for a moment then crashed to earth.

“What was that slut?” Came the reply with a hard stinging slap on her ass.

“Please fuck me, Sir.” Her plea came a bit more urgently, more beseeching.

“Who are you?” His low voice asked her close to her ear as he bent over her back.

“Your slut, Sir,” came her breathless reply.

“My slut that’s right. Tell me again what you want.”

“Please, Sir, fuck your slut.” The pleasure of uttering the words is too much and she began to topple from the teetering edge of her orgasm when with a rough thrust she is filled with her Master’s cock. She smiles deliciously as he pounds into her pussy, slamming her hips into the hard edge of the desk with every cruel plunge.

Her desire spirals to new heights as a finger probes her ass. She begins to whimper in protest when the questing finger is removed until she feels the impact of his saliva against her puckered orifice and the probing finger is returned. She moans at the painful pleasure that begins to build again. The burn in her arms, the fullness of her pussy, and the intense sensation of invasion in her ass snowballed together bringing her to the edge to sweet dark oblivion. She can only utter one word…

“Please…” The utterance comes as a breathless whisper.

“Come for me slut,” is the growled response followed with a stinging slap on her ass. Her world bursts in a shower of bright hot feeling as her orgasm washes through her on wave after crashing wave. Her Master’s seed splashes with in her with grinding trusts and a bruising grip on her hips holding her wet heat tight around him.

She sighed as he released her hands. She slowly rolls her shoulders savoring the slight pain from her tight muscles, as she stood up, turned around to face her lover. She smiled at him rising to her toes to kiss him hungrily before dropping to her knees, taking his wet flaccid shaft into her mouth, cleaning away the evidence of their lovemaking. Her cinnamon eyes met his green ones when he helped her again to her feet.

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They dressed each other with lingering kisses and caressing touches oblivious to the ebony gaze that had witnessed from the shadows their encounter in the unused dungeon classroom. Black eyes followed their movements as they finished dressing with a few repair charms applied to damaged clothing and finally following as they quickly left the room without checking that everything was back the way it should be.

Severus Snape, Potions Master, Bastard Extraordinaire, was shocked. Utterly and completely shocked, not to mention more than a little aroused by what he had witnessed.
The ‘know-it-all’ and the ‘prankster’ had a kinky sex life in their marriage. What had he missed all these years? Was that kinky submissive woman underneath the bossy know-it- all even while she had sat in his class? Had he known that underneath her shapeless robes and schoolgirl uniform she was this passionate vibrant sex kitten would have taken it further than a single kiss?

He leaned on one of the desks and released his straining cock from his pants. Stroking himself he thought of them and their game of dominance. But in his mind she submitted to him rather than the Weasley twin. It was her soft small hands on his cock stroking faster and harder as she knelt before him. Her hands that cupped and squeezed his balls making them tighten.

“Hermione.” He rasped as he came, the milky white spunk jetting onto the desk across the aisle.

“Professor, if I had only known.”

His eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice. There she was, leaning on the inside of the door jam, the door thankfully closed behind her. Her eyes fixed on his cock that had sprang to life again when he realized what she had just watched him do.

Smiling the transfiguration teacher winked once and disappeared once more through the door.

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He was more than willing to let her lead him into the dungeons again. She was beautiful and her appetite for the darker side of love would be the death of him one of these days. He had an inkling that they were back here again for a reason, not that it really mattered once her hands found his cock.

She knelt in front of him and her nimble fingers deftly released the rock hard shaft. She took him in her mouth. He knotted his hands in her thick honey kissed hair and ruthlessly fucked her eager little mouth. Even with the speed and force that his cock moved her tongue danced over him bringing him to a fever pitch.

He tore himself from her mouth and pushed her back onto the stone floor. She eagerly opened her legs for him and smiled up at him when he found her pantyless. He slid into her liquid heat in one smooth stroke. He ground his hips into hers when she tightened around him.

“Fred,” her voice was husky as she spoke, “remember when we were here before.”

“Yes, pet.” His voice was liand and paper as he fought for control. He started to move again fucking her drenched pussy. He remembered all right, remembered pushing her down over the desk and fucking her from behind as he held her immobile.

“D’you know, we were watched that night.” This news just caused him to fuck her harder. He slammed into her with ruthless urgency. Soon, her cunt was convulsing around him at the memories they shared. With a deep-throated growl he bit down on her neck as he exploded inside her milking pussy.

He smiled as he panted over her as she basked in the afterglow of their shared orgasm. Soon he recovered his voice.

“I suppose that is why we are here again,” he said into her ear, “to get caught again.”

“Yes, I saw a very impressive sight that night, nearly as impressive as you, my dear husband.”

“You are a naughty little wench aren’t you.” He said to her. She was always an adventurous lover she had expressed for a long while the desire for a three-way encounter. She had gotten a taste now and was asking in her way to oblige her.

Hermione was now sleeping soundly in their bed but Fred was sitting in front of the fire thinking about what she had told him. He knew that she wanted a threesome but only if he was comfortable with it. He didn’t have a problem with it in the least it was only finding the right partner for the both of them.

Harry and Ron had been out of the question. He had approached each of them but they had said that their friendship with Hermione was worth more than a night of illicit pleasure.

He might have asked his twin years ago but his twin was more than a little uptight in that area. No, George for all his playful good humor was quite the puritan. Fred was the twin with the dark side, the one who could see the value of pleasure as pain and pain as pleasure.

His thoughts wandered again to the surly Potions Professor. The man had been a death-eater once upon a time and probably knew dozens of ways to bring pleasure through pain. Fred could potentially learn a lot from Severus Snape. That is what swayed his decision in the end.

Now, how to convince the Potions Master to play with he and his luscious little wife?

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Severus Snape was doing his rounds late into the night. He was seriously thinking of tendering his resignation at the end of the term. He couldn’t stand the thought of another term trying to teach the delicate and exacting art of potions brewing to class after class of students that didn’t understand nor care.

A soft cry stopped Severus dead in his tracks. He smiled with malicious intent. He almost rubbed his hands together in glee, to find students in the midst of their clumsy petting was one of the few highlights of his night.

He came upon the charms classroom and heard the cry again. Passion filled and gasping he almost hated to break up this little party, as the girl seemed to have found herself a lover who knew what he was doing.

He stealthily opened the door hoping to indulge his prurient side a bit before handing out detentions and deduction points. The sight that greeted him however made all thoughts of deducting points fly from his mind.

Hermione Granger-Weasley was draped over her husband’s lap. A scrap of black cloth covered her eyes and her hands were pulled up her back bound in black rope. Her breasts swung gently as her husband delivered blow after blow to her wonderfully reddened ass. She was moaning like a woman on fire thoroughly enjoying every stroke of her husband’s hand. Just then Fred Weasley looked up and smiled at him.

“Ah Severus, care to join me?” The red haired man said easily as if it was every day he offered a taste of his lovely little wife to unsuspecting Potions Masters.


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Just wanted to thank my reviewers so far…

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