I haven't posted for an insanely long time but rereading these chapters have really made me excited to pick it up again. I hope you guys enjoy and review as you always do.

Hermione cautiously stepped through the portrait and into the snake pit. The room itself held no eerie qualities. No cobwebs hung from the ceiling, no jars oozing questionable slime greeted her, and no torture devices lay strewn about just waiting to be used on her petite frame. Instead the young witch gazed upon a sparse sitting room of mahogany furnishings, a rather large desk with papers strewn about hazardously, and a doorway that no doubt lead to the bedroom of the dark man behind her.

Unsure of where to go or what to do, Hermione turned and looked at her Professor curiously. 'Not Professor! Just Sir, don't start out this evening with a stupid mistake.' she chastised herself.

Snape smirked at her uneasiness and lead her to the sitting area where he comfortably sat in his lounging chair. Hermione sat across from him on a love seat. She fingered the hem of her shortened uniform, where her Gryffindor courage had lead her here, it had certainly deserted her as she sat in front of the man of her desires.

"How quickly you've gone mute my little lioness," he eyed her curiously. "I hope this is not a prelude of things to come, I prefer my partners to be quite vocal in their affections."

Hermione turned red and shook her head, "No Sir, I'm just unsure of how to proceed." Hardwood floors, rich oak, quite the difference from the cold stone of the dungeons.

"Come. Stand in front of me and look at me." he commanded her.

Slowly, she stood and presented herself to him, eyes not daring to leave his face lest she invoke his wrath as she did last night. His eyes were dark with unguarded lust, as well as a severity she was more than accustomed to in his classroom.

"I want you to be aware that everything that happens between us is entirely up you. At anytime you feel the need to stop you will have a safe word at your disposal. You may use it at anytime for any reason with no consequence from me," he took her had softly and gave it a light squeeze. "this entire liaison is dependant on your consent. If I do not have it then I have no right to you or your body."

His hand released hers and travelled teasingly along the side of her bare thigh, his eyes darkened, "However, should you grant me that consent then my word is obeyed without question. You will do exactly as I say in a prompt manner, otherwise you will be punished."

Hermione's breath hitched in her throat at his lustful look. Her pussy gave a delicious throb and she pressed her legs together to dull the ache that had returned with fever.

The potions professor chuckled lightly, "Oh no Miss Granger, do not delude yourself into thinking a punishment is something to be enjoyed. There will be plenty of spankings in your future rest assured but do not go seeking out punishment unless you truly wish to deal with the aftermath."

His fingers toyed with the edge of her skirt, sneaking beneath it briefly, stroking her soft skin and making her eyes roll back in sensual ecstasy, the briefest of touches making her head swim.

"Pick a safe word before we begin," his fingers delved higher, brushing the outer layer of her panties, her clit throbbing with approval at his naughty exploration. "Quickly before you cum without permission and earn your first punishment."

Hermione blurted the first words that came to her mind, "Harry Potter!"

His touch stilled and a sneer formed on his lips, "Adequate as just the thought of that boy is enough to kill any erection I'll be sporting." Deft fingers continued their exploration as he gazed up at her with a hunger that pulled at her core. "How often do you play with this little pussy?"

The question coupled with his delightful petting nearly sent Hermione falling into his lap with the way her legs quaked, "Nearly every night Sir," she answered breathlessly. 'Not the last few nights,' her mind snapped impatiently.

A low hum of approval was heard deep in her Professor's chest, it was a sound Hermione made her mission in life from this point forward to hear as often as humanly possible. His fingers hooked into her panties and tugged them downwards, slow and purposeful in his movements. Without a word,Hermione stepped out of them, her body alive and each graze of fabric or whisper of his fingertips along her skin had her nearly panting with need.

"And are you always thinking fond thoughts of me, or do you have a plethora of men you imagine taking control of this tight little cunt," with the word 'tight' he plunged a finger inside of her, deep and hard without warning. Hermione cried out, her hands bracing herself on the Master's shoulders as she nearly came from his unexpected penetration.

"No Sir, only you, always you," she could barely form complete sentences. She was so enthralled in him, desperate for more and yet unsure if her body could handle anything else before releasing her sweet juices all over his hand.

Snape made no move to take her hands away so she stayed against him, supporting herself and breathing in his masculine scent as her femininity begged to be released, begged for more of his touch.

"When did you start having these thoughts?" his eyes stayed locked on hers, keeping her aware that despite his actions down below he was still demanding her concentration on his voice and expected coherent answers.

Hermione squirmed on his finger, aching to ride it, aching for another, or two, 'or something bigger.' "Ever since our first day back Sir, I couldn't stop thinking of you no matter how hard I tried," she realised that her words could be misconstrued as hurtful but she was giving the man her honesty. His finger made a beckoning motion within her and she moaned loudly.

"Oh I bet you tried to push me away didn't you lioness? Didn't want to be thinking of the bat of the dungeons fucking your delicious pussy until you begged for release." He added a second finger and started to drive up into her with earnest now. "After all what would your classmates think, perfect Prefect Hermione, taking it from behind from the greasy git, begging for his cock, and you will beg my sweet pet."

The pleasure was too intense, his voice, those naughty words, and his fingers so deep inside of her. It was too much and Hermione was about to drop off the edge, "oh god Sir, please I'm going to cum!" Her eyes rolled back in pleasure,'so close!'

Without stopping his barrage of thrusts below, his other hand grabbed her chin and forced her to look down into his eyes, "Look into my eyes as you cum slut, I want you to remember who it was that let you orgasm, who owns that tender little cunt, cum for me, cum now!"

Before the last word had left his lips, she was coming undone, her pussy clenched his digits, stomach contracted and pulsed with each wave of orgasmic bliss, if she screamed she couldn't hear it over the ringing in her ears. Her knees wobbled and he was there, easing her into his lap smoothly, arms around her in a comforting embrace as her whole body trembled with after shocks. It was the first time Hermione could remember a complete sense of calm after an orgasm. Usually her nightly sessions were coupled with an overwhelming sense of guilt but tonight her mind simply lay still, enjoying the soft caresses of her... Sir against her.

Whether it was five minutes or fifty it was too soon before Snaps tapped her thigh, a signal for her to move. She slowly stood but he merely repositioned her and sat her back in his lap, fingers tracing unseen patterns on her thigh. His usual stoic mask was traded for a small smirk lingering on the corner of his lips. He looked... smug.

Hermione flushed scarlet, "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

He quirked an eyebrow at her, "Shouldn't I be enjoying myself? I just had a young nubile witch begging for release on my fingers, fingers she's now going to be a good girl and suck clean."

With the fog of lust cleared from her mind, Hermione nearly huffed with indignation, but the look he shot her told her all she needed to know, this was not up for negotiation.

She took his two fingers into her mouth slowly, first sucking them at once and then individually. As much as she wanted to be mortified, the way his eyes darkened, and the feel of his erection pressed firm against her behind had her going beyond the necessary requirements, taking his fingers deeply into her mouth as she gazed up at him, conveying a message both parties desperately wanted to explore.

"Enough witch, do not tease me unless you are willing to put that mouth to use tonight. As it is I have some work to complete before tomorrow's classes." Her small pout did not go unnoticed and earned her a swat on the behind as she stood from his lap. She yelped in shock rather than pain.

"You will get your fill soon enough little lioness, there is something I would like you to do before our next meeting," he walked over to his desk drawer and pulled out a few pieces of parchment. "This is a list of ... shall we say... bedroom fancies... that I'd like you to go through, rate them accordingly and have them sent to me no later than Wednesday."

She glanced at the first few items and turned a deep shade of red, 'bathroom control? cages? chores? What am I to be his maid?'

Snape sensed her confusion and chuckled softly, "Not all will apply to you and not all you may fancy experiencing, but this will help me have a better understanding of your needs."

Hermione nodded slowly folding the list carefully to place in her robes later. She took one more glance around the room before he escorted her to the portrait they entered through.

Once in his office, Hermione transfigured her robes back to their appropriate length and fit. She looked at her professor and let her gaze wander downward to where his robes were still tented as he leered at her. "what about... you Sir?"

He smirked and closed the distance between them, taking her hand and rubbing it against the bulge that undeniably gave away his attraction to her. "I've told you , I take what I want. When I want to indulge myself in your hands I will," his hand moved to cup her pussy and the lust she had felt just moments ago came flooding back with ardour, "When I want to plunge myself in your hot sex I will," his lips were against her ear, his voice low and vibrating against her, his hand travelled upwards, pinching her nipple through the fabric of her shirt, "when I want to push these perfect perky breasts together and fuck them until I cum on your face I will." The nipple in his fingers was stiff with a delirious need for more attention as his lips trailed against her cheek, nearly grazing against hers as he spoke, " and when I want to silence that insufferable know-it-all mouth you can rest easy knowing that I will fill it with my cock, and have you suck every last drop from me."

The pounding in her ears and ragged breath was all Hermione could hear, it was as if she had no release at all. Her pussy ached with his nearness and just as quickly he was gone, back to his stoic façade, "You are dismissed for the evening Miss. Granger."

Reluctantly Hermione tugged her outer robes around her and headed back to the Gryffindor common room, with a pulse between her thighs that made her impatient for when he would next call on her.

Thanks for reading guys! I'll try to post again soon. Let me know what you think!

P.S. Here is the list Severs is having her fill out .