Sweet Troubled Soul Part Two

Title: Sweet Troubled Soul (2/3)
Author: moirasfate/ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA/NC-17
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: PWP…pure smut.
Warnings: M/F, spanking, oral, anal, UST, and probably some other things I cannot remember how to abbreviate.
Summary: Hermione Granger, the libertine, plays another game with the last man on her list of conquests. The problem, however, comes down to who’s playing with whom. HG/SS
Author's Notes: This part two of three…duh, right? This one isn’t so perverse as the first, but wait until part three! *insert evil cackle* Again, the title of this ficlet is also the title of a song by one of my favorite bands, Stellastarr*. To reiterate: part one features a Draco/Hermione pairing, part two features a Severus/Hermione pairing, and as for part three…you’ll just have wait and see!

To read the first part (which can be independant of this part) can be found here: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600008482


Sweet Troubled Soul




Severus Snape believed, now after so many years, Hermione Granger was certifiably insane. How else could he explain what she was doing that very moment, gazing across a table loaded with an overpriced meal, a glass of merlot in her hand, her eyes devouring him in the candle lit restaurant in Muggle London.

Granted, it was nice to have such a good meal for once, but what he was seeing in her amber eyes made him tense and set his crooked teeth on edge. He was starting to see what she was trying to do, and he cursed himself mentally because it was beginning to work.

The waiter came to clear away the second course, about to bring the main, when she spoke for the first time since they had sat down.

“How have you been, Severus?”

Her voice was melodic, and contrasted starkly by the way her eyes shimmered…how he could just see the curve of her left breast past the draping black material of her dress. She had grown up to be a devastatingly beautiful woman, he had to admit, but she was still so young to his middle aged eyes.

“Well enough, Hermione,” he muttered, accenting her first name.

How dare she call him by his first name! They had never held each other’s confidence so much as to speak to each other informally. But then again, after the War, it had been Hermione who had helped him slip into semi-peaceful existence as a recluse…rich and never bothered much with faces of his past that still wished him ill. That was part of the reason why he knew he could not afford to refuse Hermione Granger the invitation to dinner. She nearly owned him, the approval of his patents, the profits from the sales of his potions; all of it was because of her. He was an absentee employee in her firm, although great pains had been made to conceal this fact. But she knew as well as he did that he owed her much…

“I hadn’t heard much for you in a while, no memos, no owls, I was beginning to worry that you had come across some snafu somewhere, or you just were avoiding having to deal with me,” Hermione murmured sweetly, so sweetly that Severus felt his stomach twist painfully.

This woman was a mystery, as were most women to Severus, but she was a woman clothed in handsome clothes, lightly scented with jasmine, hair finally tamed and cut short, eyes confident and mouth soft and prone to the cruelest of smiles. Since when had Hermione Granger been so tainted and so seductive?

“My research has consumed most of my time, and my assistant left me for a better job,” Severus uttered acidly.

“Why didn’t you owl me? I could have helped in some way.”

Severus forced a smile. He knew that if he didn’t play his cards right he would lose all of his funding, and he would have to go back to teaching…that was, if Minerva would ever consent to let him set foot in Hogwarts again. He had no real friends, he never had…and allies were in short order.

“Frye was incompetent, and it was my mistake that I hired the fool. I know how exacting and…perturbing I can be, Hermione. It would be something short of a miracle that I would find an assistant who suited my strict work ethic.”

Hermione sipped from her glass, all the while smiling.

“I could be persuaded to help, Severus…if you asked me.”

He narrowed his onyx eyes. “Why would you do something like that? You own…” he began, but stopped as the waiter returned to set the main course before them.

“It is suffocating me, and besides, I have plenty of people that can take care of business for a while. I have a large investment with you, Severus, and I know that you want…no, need to be successful. If what your last memo said is true, you are on the verge of a breakthrough that would reshape the Wizarding world as we know it. And if that means that you need me to help, I will do it…”

Severus said nothing, watching as Hermione leaned forward to add affect to her words, and as she did, he could see more of the inner curves of her breasts… He could feel something seep into his blood, a feeling that he had almost forgotten when it came to Hermione Granger…desire.

“You would come back to work with me just to insure your ‘investment?’” he hissed, realizing that his desire was partly fueled by his anger at the woman across the table.

Oh, they had a history, that much Severus never could deny, and he had hoped that the passing of years would have lessened his feelings toward the Brain of the Golden Trio. After the War, after his life had been turned upside down, after he was cleared of charges connected to the death of Albus and so many others, he had reluctantly agreed to sponsor Hermione Granger on her way towards obtaining a Masters level in Potions. It was partly because he felt indebted to her for her work towards his acquittal, it was partly because the stipulations of his acquittal required him to teach a little while longer, but not in Hogwarts.

Three years…three years they worked together in his ramshackle home at Spinner’s End. And during those three years he had had to endure Hermione Granger, endure her presence in his home, in his space and in his daily life.

For a long time Severus thought that he must have died during the War and that he was in hell. But by the end of the second year, Severus came to the realization that if it had not been for Hermione Granger and her sickening drive to learn and absorb everything he did and said, he surely would have offed himself.

Guilt could kill a man, or force a man to kill himself, and guilt was just about the only thing Severus could taste and feel. If it had not been for her incessant questions, her annoying habit of prying into what little of personal life he had, and the way he felt when he looked at her…he surely would have done something…something rash. She had grown into a woman before his eyes, intelligent, refined, but still far too eager to learn to suit his tastes for a possible lover.

And at night, after she Apparated to wherever it was she slept at night, he used her memory to construct something to which he could find relief. Images of her leaning over a cauldron and a tendril of her hair falling across her cheek…the way her shirt would cling to her breasts when the basement lab got too hot for robes…the way she would lick her lips, tracing the top lip first and then the pouty bottom lip with that pink tongue… It had taken every ounce of his self-control not to violate her on the stone floor of his dingy basement lab at Spinner’s End.

He was pathetic, and he knew it. And when she finally finished her exams, and he rewarded the title of Master, he could finally breath.

“Well, there would have to be some terms, of course…but yes, to insure my investments, I would do anything, Severus.”

Severus watched her begin her meal, cutting at the veal and letting the tender meat pass her lips…still as pouty as he remembered and still as luscious.

“You realize that in the time that you worked with me that little has changed. I still use the lab at Spinner’s End, and that it is still as hot, cramped, and unpleasant as it ever was.”

Hermione swallowed her food and dabbed her lips with a cloth napkin. Her fingers, manicured and clean, reached out for her wine glass. Severus watched every move, trying anything not to think of how badly he had wanted her all those years ago…and how he still wanted her even now.

Just a child…his mind whispered.

No, not a child, a woman, a woman who was blatantly baiting him to give up something…but what?

“I don’t understand why you haven’t moved, Severus. You have more than enough funding to build a bigger and better lab, but…who am I to criticize? To each their own, eh?”

“Indeed,” he growled in return, watching as she lifted the wine glass to her lips and drank deeply.

He aped the motion, realizing that he had barely touched his own full glass. He could feel her watching him, appraising him, assessing his movements, his face, and his clothes.

What did she really want?

Severus knew he could not discreetly delve into her mind…she was an excellent Occlumens, on par with his own skill. Thus he was left to hash it out…the reason why Hermione Granger had really called him to join her for dinner.

He knew little about her now…now that she was older, rich and successful. Severus had never doubted that Hermione Granger would eventually become one of the most powerful witches in Britain, she had always shown great potential.

She was unmarried, and if the rumors were true, often in the company of many different men. The only thing that Severus did know that perhaps most people did not was that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were in some sort of relationship. Draco still kept in contact with him, and from what Severus could glean from the subtle insinuations was Draco’s involvement in some competition with Hermione Granger…a competition of a personal and perhaps sexual nature. Other than that, Severus knew little of what his apprentice had come to be outside of her financial pursuits.

Severus had downed two glasses of wine in quick succession before digging into his meal. He could not deny that he enjoyed a good meal and that he had often denied himself the simple luxuries in lieu of his work. It wasn’t as if he were poor, now was it?

So what did Hermione Granger really want from him?

The answer became clear when he realized that he had somehow Apparated home, drunk, with Hermione Granger on his lap, nuzzling his neck in his shabby parlor.

* * *

Perhaps the Fates were with her, or perhaps Severus Snape just wanted a real meal for once…she knew his eating habits were almost nil. Severus Snape was a man who did not allow distractions…not even hunger, when it came to his work. Hermione knew this firsthand when she studied with him after the War.

She watched him first pick at his food in the restaurant, and then devour it with little hesitation to manners. He started to catch up with her, downing his wine with no time to savor the rich taste.

Hermione studied her mentor without his notice, taking in the fact that his hair had grown past his shoulders and no longer looked so lanky as it did during her years at Hogwarts, it was now pulled back into a tidy green ribbon. He had aged, but not so much to make him appear too old. The War had taken its toll on Severus Snape, but in the years following his health, mental and physical, had improved. There was no trace of silver in his hair, and the wrinkles around his mouth had softened since he had put on a bit of healthy weight. But Severus Snape was not the most attractive man…not like Draco Malfoy.

To Hermione, Severus Snape was still too pale and too spidery to make him attractive in a more traditional sense. Even with a bit of healthy weight and expensive, trim clothing, Severus’ nose was still too large, his eyes too black, his skin too pallid. But that had little to do with why she wanted him.

Respect was the first and foremost attitude she held toward the ex-Death Eater. She had always respected him, no matter what Harry or Ron had ever said. And it wasn’t until the years of her apprenticeship that she began to feel anything more than respect. The attraction came from all those instances that he barked orders at her, reprimanded her if she made the slightest mistake, or ordered her silent when she asked too many questions.

Severus Snape was the man Hermione came to look at as the most dominant figure in her life. Not her father…that was different… Severus Snape was the man who taught her how to be dominant, how to lead and how to demand respect. And it was no secret to anyone who knew her now, in her adult life, that she demanded absolute respect, if not obedience, to every word that flowed past her lips.

This power, learned though it may have been, was the most important thing she learned from the epitome of Slytherin ideal…true Slytherin ideal.

And now she wanted to test herself against the master.

Hermione knew that she affected her former teacher in a manner that was not befitting the master/apprentice relationship, and she knew that in those three years she had almost driven Severus Snape mad with…with lust maybe? She wasn’t exactly sure, but she knew that there had been more than one occasion that he had almost touched her…and there was more than one occasion that he had leaned over her shoulder while she worked and she felt his arousal against her hip.

Nothing was ever said, nothing ever insinuated, but Hermione knew that it was either his desperation or…maybe she wasn’t such a hideous troll after all… In any case, time had passed, and Severus Snape was the last man on her list to conquer.

The list…yes, her list was almost complete, and as she watched his eyes soften toward her after several glasses of wine, she was glad she had saved Severus for last.

She had been honest in asking if he needed help. To be back in the lab again would be a dream compared to the endless meetings with her board, her buyers and with all the other sorts wanting to ride their way to wealth on the tails of her robes. She was first and foremost a Potions Mistress, but it seemed that time had almost made her forget.

Besides being attracted to the acerbic, dark man across the table, Hermione had honestly enjoyed working with him. She had always felt that wonderful sense of accomplishment after a full day of working in the labs with him…no matter if the potions had failed and cauldrons had melted due to botched experiments. No one challenged her mind like Severus Snape, and for years she wondered if he would also be a challenge to her libido.

They continued to drink long after the meal was over, talking about theoretical and practical potions, even literature the drunker they got…to music. Hermione knew that Severus harbored a secret love for Muggle jazz and that he even had a 5-CD changer stereo hidden behind a false panel in his parlor…warded to work even though Severus used magic. She also knew that three of the CDs in the changer were collections of Django Reinhardt…the other two Charlie Parker.

When conversation turned to the latest gossip, Hermione felt her face flush.

“You didn’t have any hand in Percy Weasley’s recent divorce, did you, Hermione?” he asked, swishing a half empty of glass of merlot in his hand, his long fingers curled beautifully around the curve of the glass.

Hermione threw back the rest of her wine, images of what those fingers would look like curled around her breast invading her mind.

“I wouldn’t know anything about it, Severus,” she whispered coolly, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Who would have put such a silly idea in your head?” she squeaked in mock scandal.

“Oh…my godson. I know that he had had a hand in it, so it was simple guess work that you also had a bit to play in that affair. Of course, I should thank you on behalf of the teachers left at Hogwarts, thankfully I am free of the drudgery of teaching another Weasley… Parting Penny Clearwater and Percy Weasley before they bred was wise.”

Hermione threw back her head and laughed. She knew then that she was borderline drunk…but it seemed Severus was worse off than she was. Hermione knew how to hold her alcohol, and she also knew that Severus could hold Firewhiskey better than wine.

“Well, since your ‘godson’ told you about that affair, I might as well own up to it,” Hermione laughed, unabashedly.

It was while she laughed that she noticed Severus’ hand tighten about the glass. She feared the glass would shatter in that beautiful long fingered hand of his, and mentally sighed in relief when her mentor put the glass down and leaned back in his chair, his face stoic. Surely he was not going to reprimand her? No…it was not that sort of gaze, she knew.

“Draco tells me a great deal, and he takes the same attitude as you do…laughing about it. Does the thrill of breaking hearts amuse you so much, Hermione?”

“Breaking hearts? Really, Severus, I assure you, no hearts have been broken. In the case of Mr. and Mrs. Percy Weasley, I simply took the initiative to make the couple come to terms that they were not best suited for each other. And yes, Draco helped.”

“A humanitarian act?”

Hermione smirked, pouring herself another glass after filling Severus’ glass. Even with his arms crossed before the placard of his black suit, he did not look as imposing as she remembered. Instead there was a spark of amusement in his onyx eyes…mirth even.

“Draco and ‘humanitarian’ should never be in the same thought, let alone the same sentence, Severus. There was nothing humanitarian about it, you know that as well as I do.”

“Pleasure then…the thrill of pursuing someone?”

Hermione winked uncharacteristically and immediately regretted it. Severus seemed to hold his breath, and she forced herself to laugh.

“Of course…”

* * *

They had drank the equivalent of two bottles of wine each, Hermione realized somewhere in her foggy mind. Surely the amount of wine consumed was the only reason she found herself kissing a line down Severus’s throat, straddling him on his broken down couch in his poky parlor at Spinner’s End.

A fire burnt low in the grate at her back, but Hermione felt hotter with the sensation of Severus’ hands running along her spine under her top. She moaned into his neck, the scent of his long ebony hair fueling her desire, smelling of sandalwood and soap. Her hands plucked at the buttons of his coat, soon opening it so that she began plucking at the buttons of the white shirt underneath. He nibbled at the flesh below her left ear, purring deep in his throat as her hands found his chest and her fingertips buried into the dark, straight hair of his chest.

He sucked in a breath through his lips as her teeth nipped at his collarbone, her fingers tracing around his nipples. Severus thought it was going far too slow, his cock aching in the confines of his trousers. Running a hand up the outside of her thigh and along her stocking, he grasped at the waistband of her knickers, tugging insistently so that he could sneak a digit closer to her heated core.

Hermione whimpered softly, leaning back so Severus could pay homage to her throat and the curve of her breast at the edge of her shirt when it draped. With the movement, he managed to stroke one finger along the outside of her labia, causing her to gasp and pinch his left nipple in return.

With a grunt, Severus pulled away, his eyes hooded and gazing at the woman in his lap. He wanted her, that much was certain, but they were only teasing each other the way they were now.

“Bed…now…” he breathed, lifting her off his lap, rising from the couch.

Hermione stood unsteadily, impressed with her mentor’s strength. He took her hand and pulled her toward the hidden door in the bookshelves and soon was almost dragging her up a set of dark, narrow stairs. At the landing, he glanced back at her in the dark and growled for her to begin undressing. Still he pulled her along toward one of three doors, obviously his bedroom. Once inside, he released her hand and drew his wand from his sleeve.

Hermione’s eye adjusted slowly as candles lit upon the bureau near the door and from a small candelabra next to a large bed. There was only one window, tinted orange from streetlights beyond the house. She watched him sit on the edge of the old bed seemingly fitted with an ancient green velvet duvet. He pulled off his boots and socks and with a quick shrug was down to only his trousers.

Hermione had never seen her mentor without his full regalia, and to see how lean he was, how muscular and how much hair he had upon his chest, running down in a visible line into the waistband of his trousers, she knew then that he was indeed a man…flesh and blood. There was no bit of fat on his frame, but as he loosened the button fly of his trousers and they slipped lower so that she could see his hipbones, Hermione felt a rush of heat travel at light speed to her core.

“Undress, or I shall have to rip those expensive rags off you,” he growled, moving to place his wand at the bedside table.

Hermione didn’t hesitate, but narrowed her eyes. She could very easily let the man dominate her, consume every sense, but that was not her original intention.

As Severus sat on the left edge of the bed again, Hermione moved to pull her top off over her head. In doing so, she knew he was watching, he could feel the weight of his black eyes upon her. Throwing her top upon the growing pile of clothes, she toed out of her heels. Next she unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her ankles, standing only in her underwear and stay-up stockings…

“You keep your wand in the band of your stocking? Is that wise, Hermione?” Severus growled, his eyes falling about her vinewood wand just at the inside of her thigh.

“Probably not…” she muttered, removing the wand and setting it on the bureau that was just within reach from where she stood just before the door.

He smirked and she shivered. He rarely ever smiled, but then again he was slightly intoxicated, as was she.

“The rest?” he intoned.

Hermione, in return, smirked, reaching around to unhook her bra. She knew that he must have thought she was shy…boy, was he wrong. Letting the black contraption fall to the floor she made no move to cover herself. She knew her breasts were large and heavy, but they were soft and creamy…the nipples tight and burning to be tasted.

He was breathing heavier now, she could see his shoulders tremble slightly. Next came her knickers, also black. And when she rose to full height, she stood only in black stockings. Moving a hand to roll them off, Severus made a noise deep in throat, obviously to stop her.

With a practiced grace, Hermione moved to him, standing just before where he sat on the bed, his cock arching up, but still not visible where he still wore his trousers.

Without a word, Hermione leaned forward, catching Severus’ sharp chin and took his thin lips with hers into a kiss that seemed to resonate through them both.

When she pulled away, Severus had taken hold of her hips, his eyes shimmering liquid darkness. His lips were swollen slightly and he could no longer hide his lack of proper breath.

“You consent to be here?”

“Yes…” Hermione whispered.

“You consent to let me touch you?”

“Of course…”

“Remember that, Hermione Granger.”

And with that, Hermione suddenly found that all her plans to try the master were pushed away as her body was forced to fall across his lap. She screamed, unprepared for the pain of Severus’ knees digging into her gut and her ass ending up in the air.

“Fucking…” she began, but could not finish as she screamed again, one of those beautiful hands falling with unworldly force to spank her left ass cheek.

Again…and again…she couldn’t speak, the pain was so intense, the stinging so poignant.

“You consented…”

Smack!

“…Miss Granger.”

Smack!

“I’ve been waiting…”

Smack!

“…years to do this…”

The next slap did not come, but Hermione squealed as a digit penetrated her core, the squelch of her juices embarrassingly loud. When a second digit was added, Hermione bucked and tried to move away. This was not what she had planned…not at all…but she could not deny that it felt far too good than was necessary.

Bucking again, Severus pulled his hand out of her, his fingers and part of his palm coated with clear essence. Hermione seemed to fly out of his reach, standing now before him, her face as red was a beet, her chest and breasts heaving.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” she growled…and before Severus could open his mouth to speak, or even to smirk, a hand slapped him across the face, making his ears ring.

Hermione expected her mentor to explode into a towering rage, but as he moved his head to look up at her, he barred his crooked teeth into the most disturbing smile. And to add to the effect, he raised the hand he had penetrated her with and licked at his fingers.

“Sev…” she began, but her knees were shaking at the sight of his long, sharp tongue lapping at the juices he had caused to flow.

“Be rough, Hermione…I’ll return it in kind,” he growled, letting his hand drop to his lap.

Hermione, for once in a long while, could not think. She flinched when he rose and worked his trousers off so that his prick jerked upward in almost a beckoning motion. Her eyes automatically moved to study him…circumcised, thick and weeping cock… He was larger than Draco…he was larger than any man she knew, and she knew many. Apprehension flickered through her brain and was quickly banished.

“Or shall only I be rough?” he whispered, leaning his head toward her so that his breath dusted across her cheek.

As if being released from a Petrificus Totalus, she moved.

She did not have her wand at the ready, else she would have proven that she was as excellent with Charms as she was Potions. Hermione wanted to tie her Potions Master to the bed posts, flog him senseless and then force him to worship every inch of her body…alas, she could only straddle his face, pulling his hair so that overly large nose was buried in her cunt.

Apparently she had not addled him too much for he grasped her thighs and began licking and relishing the taste. Hermione leaned forward slightly, not wishing to suffocate her mentor, but to her surprise, Severus pulled her hips down tighter, his teeth flashing against her clit and his tongue snaking into her pussy. Hermione groaned.

Sloppy was the only word she could think of to describe the state of her nether regions. But Severus took her all, his face and mouth saturated with her. He hummed into her, relishing her taste, and the fact that she had not left out of fear or anger…but then again, he had heard rumors about her…

Hermione was close…so close as he sucked upon her clit, his hands holding her hips so tightly she was sure to bruise. And when she came, she groaned deep in her throat, her back straightening so that Severus could open his eyes and look up her body.

Just as the last wave washed through Hermione, Severus took the advantage and lifted her hips off his face. He moved his hands to grasp her waist, pulling her down along his own body so that he pushed her down upon his straining cock.

The slicing pain the accompanied his penetration made Hermione claw instinctually at his face and chest. She tried to pull away, to dislodge him somehow, but he snarled, catching her wrists and pulling her hands down her side so that she was forced to lie flush atop him, her face buried into his shoulder. But Hermione was not about to give up, and opened her mouth to bite down into the muscle, skin and tendon of Severus’ left shoulder.

With a vicious growl, Severus forced them both to roll so that he was atop her, his feet gaining purchase in the bed, pushing so that they now lay properly in the bed. Hermione still had not relinquished her hold as Severus moved to kneel between her thighs, thrusting forward with such force that Hermione’s teeth were dislodged and she felt blood wipe along her cheek as he began to move.

Hermione whimpered at the first thrust, inadequately prepared for Severus’ penetration. He was so thick that the pain of muscles forcing to stretch was downright excruciating to Hermione. But after the fifth thrust, her arms wrenched upward so that one of Severus’ large hand would bind her wrists over her head, she groaned out of pleasure instead of pain.

Her resistance had urged him to be rough. He was bleeding, and he was pissed…and he wanted to possess the witch below him totally.

He was quickly losing himself in fucking Hermione…and as soon as his hold on her wrists loosened, she moved. He had almost hoped for this, and as she clawed into his back and chest, he growled in satisfaction.

With the next thrust, however, Hermione managed to lift her knee to ram it into his gut. Pain exploded through him, and she moved, taking her own advantage of his pause to roll away. Severus gasped, swallowing the pain and caught the witch by her hair before she managed to make it off the bed.

She screamed like a wild animal as he wrenched her back, forcing her to fall on her face into the mattress. Severus knew that she was underestimating him. Surely she was after her wand…surely she was thinking of subduing him somehow and using his body for her own pleasure and not his…

He moved so that he held her head down into the mattress, a whimper passing her lips with every breath. His cock twitched as he straddled her legs, his balls slapping against the curve of her ass to her thigh. And with one hand he spread the cheeks of her ass and let the head of his cock sink down toward her core.

“Gods…” he hissed, her pussy grasping him like a vice, the angle so severe that her body was trying to reject his cock.

Hermione tried to lift her upper body up the best she could, but Severus was too strong. She wanted control…she wanted to see his face contort from the pleasure he was deriving from her body.

He slowly released his hold upon her hair, but was not free of him as both of his hands went to shoulders, pulling her body back, her back arching. Hermione groaned, making her body bend at the waist so that she found herself on her hands and knees, Severus still sinking into her body slowly.

She could not think of what to do…how to turn it around, and she was sure that as soon as Severus began thrusting she would give in to him. He felt exquisite; the struggle, the pain and the fight for dominance making her incredibly wet. If she were to move, Severus would surely wrap his large hands about her neck…she had underestimated him…

Severus took his time before he thrust fully, his dark eyes studying the way her muscles tensed and how her breath began to slow. She was thinking, and that would not do.

With a thought, he caught his wand in one hand, and noticed that Hermione had seen the wand fly from the bedside table. She trembled…

Severus had mastered wandless, silent incantations long ago…and felt a small swell of pride that it seemed Hermione had not mastered this ability yet. With a thought and simple movement of his wand, he conjured rope…hemp rope that coiled and moved like a snake upon the expanse of Hermione’s back.

Meanwhile, Hermione turned her head slightly to watch out of the corner of eye…nervously…by all sights the same spell she had used many times to tie her partners and subdue them…

“As much as your struggling arouses me, Hermione…I do want to get off sometime tonight…” he growled sensually, moving his wand one last time so that the rope began to coil about her upper arms, tightening so that she fell on her face into the duvet with a ‘oof.’ When the rope finally tied itself off, Severus pulled out of his clutching lover and climbed off the bed to gaze down at the bound Hermione Granger.

His arousal was painful now…moving his wand one more time, causing Hermione to turn her face toward him.

“This isn’t…” she began, but Severus laid a finger against his lips to silence her, his eyes sparking in the candlelight, his body glowing with lust and a sheen of sweat.

“Foiled your plan, Hermione…” he muttered, placing his wand on the bedside table again. “And now…I’ll ask again.”

Hermione frowned, a lock of hair falling into her eyes. Her arms were bound behind her back in an ornate rope harness…it would be hard for her rise from her position without help. She could summon her wand, but would not have the hand to use it. And with Severus’ last spell, she knew that he was wanting something more than the pleasure of sinking his thick cock into her pussy…

“Do you consent?”

His voice was loaded with power, but a power that could only make her speak the deepest truth in her soul…she wanted this…

“Yessss…” she drawled.

And she felt her juices run from between her thighs and into the bed below. She wanted Severus Snape, and if she could only have him this one time, at his mercy…she would take it all.




* * *

Even with her arms bound, she rode him, her breasts undulating before his face as he sat on the edge of the bed, his arms upon her hips to steady her. Sweat poured down her body, a fat drop trailing between her breasts. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, as she plunged down upon his flesh.

Even with her face buried into the bed, her arms bound, she whimpers egged him on, the slick evidence of her multiple orgasms not only wetting her thighs, but his as well. The only gentleness he revealed was as he entered her puckered orifice, sinking carefully into her, holding back thrusting recklessly into her body. It was clear that it was a delicate balance of pain and pleasure, but she took his entire length.

Severus caressed her nubbin of nerves as he began to slowly thrust into her…her cries transforming from discomfort to cries of unadulterated lust. She was so tight, and expectedly so. He grit his teeth as he thrust slowly and evenly into her ass, knowing that his fingers were going to leave horrible black marks upon her hips.

She arched her back off the bed as he quickened his pace, moving closer and closer to climax. A sense of relief passed through him as she came before he did, howling his name like a she-wolf. He thrust roughly into her, aiming to follow quickly behind. And when he felt his balls tighten and his cock swell, he felt his head lighten as he emptied himself into her, falling forward so that he crushed her beneath him.

That was how they lay for a long time, she not complaining at his weight and he pulling his flaccid cock out of her to catch his breath.

The coupling had not lasted long, but the bed was soaked with her juices and his sweat.

With a softly intoned spell, the ropes disappeared, and he rolled away. She did not move except to turn her face look over at him. Hermione said nothing, and for that Severus was glad. He would have liked to have shoved his cock down her throat to teach her the value of silence, and he lamented shortly that she had seemed to learn that particular lesson.

She smiled at him, disconcerting him slightly, but she did not move.

Severus rose slowly, wanting nothing more for a shower, and when he made it to his feet, he knew he would need a hot shower for the muscles in his abdomen and lower back were screaming for some sort of soothing. He was not a young man anymore…

As he moved to the door, pulling it open jerkily, Hermione finally spoke.

“Shower?”

Severus nodded.

“Can I join you after a bit?”

He paused before taking another step, his eyes moving over the clothes on the floor and the naked, curvy woman on his bed. How long had it been since a woman had laid on his bed?

He nodded assent, and quickly added. “I wouldn’t make a habit of this, Granger…”

And he left for the bathroom across the landing…leaving Hermione to smirk to herself and assess how much damage had been done to the flesh of her hips.

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Hours later, after a shared shower, a quick snack and a good nap, Severus awoke to find that Hermione was devouring his cock, making him whimper like a little boy in his sleep. Her fingers were wrapped around his balls and caressed his perineum…lower…and making him whimper.

When he lifted the covers to gaze down at her in the pale light of early morning, the candles extinguished, he gave her the best impression of his old Potions Master self as he could. But the sight of her lips around his cock and the crescent shadow of her lashes upon her cheek was too much for Severus to keep up the pretense. He unconsciously let his hand move down to bury his fingers in Hermione’s hair near the nape of her neck. She glanced up at him shortly and increased the suction on his cock.

He opened his mouth to say her name, but thought better of it. Severus was restless, his cock again far too hard for comfort, and quickly found that he could only move his right arm…

With an attempt to move his body again resulted in only the lifting of his head, Hermione pulled away, pushing the blankets back.

“What have you…” he began as his right arm was wrenched upward and he was rendered powerless.

“I can do a bit of wandless magic too, Severus. Of course, I’m not as good as the master, but I am a quick learner.”

Severus opened his mouth to reply, but found he could not speak…

“Now I believe it is my turn…sir…”

With that Severus was on his way to learning that Hermione Granger was not one to take submission without a little bit of dominance.

TBC...