Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything Harry Potter related, and I'm not making any money off the writing of this. As an added disclaimer while I am playing in this particular sandbox, I would like to add that there are many ways to have a D/s relationship, and this is only portraying one of them.

Thanks as always goes to lorcalon, for being a fantastic beta! Reviews are love, and help to feed the muse!

"Sir," Hermione breathed, her teeth sinking instinctively into her lower lip as she suppressed a needy whimper. Immediately, his thumb swiped across her lip gently, pulling it loose from her teeth. Her eyes followed his hand as it withdrew, dropping to one breast and cupping it lightly.

"Something you need, pet?" Severus asked quietly, his gaze flicking briefly to Hermione's before lowering again to her nipple, where he rolled it between two fingers. He pinched it firmly, twisting, and drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips. "Well?" he insisted when Hermione failed to answer, bringing his hand to her other breast and brushing his thumb lightly over her nipple. The nub stiffened beneath the gentle touch, and Hermione arched herself into his hand with another quiet whimper.

"Please, Sir... I need more." Chuckling softly, Severus leaned forward, ducking his head a moment before their lips could brush in favour of scraping his teeth teasingly against Hermione's throat. Her breath hitched as he slid his mouth downward to her shoulder, biting down roughly and sucking the small, trapped bit of flesh between his teeth until it bloomed a lovely shade of red.

He dashed his tongue across the bite mark in a soothing gesture before straightening. Severus met Hermione's glassy eyes calmly, the corners of his mouth twisting slightly into the hint of a smirk as he stepped closer and moulded his body against hers. "What do you need, my little slut?" Severus asked, the slightly breathless quality of his voice the only indication that he was as aroused as she was.

Swallowing thickly, Hermione pressed her hips forward, only able to move slightly with her limbs firmly secured to the corners of the wooden 'x'. Grinding her pelvis hopefully against his groin, she felt his clothed erection press against her in return, for a fleeting moment, before Severus tilted his hips away from her. "You will have to say what you want, Hermione," he reprimanded lightly, slowly sliding his hands downward along the curves of her sides.

"Please," Hermione breathed, her voice taking on a slightly desperate pitch as she leaned her head back, a quiet huff of frustration slipping from her lips. Severus's hands stilled, and she pressed her eyes closed tightly for a moment, hoping he would move. When he continued to remain still, she stopped herself just short of biting her lip again as she let out a whine, lifting her face again and focusing on him with desperately pleading eyes. "Please, Master, fuck me..."

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Hermione jerked up in her bed with a start, taking a long moment to realize that she was alone in her room in Gryffindor Tower. A quick glance at the clock on her bedside table confirmed that she was awake far too early, and she let out an annoyed growl as she flopped back onto her bed, letting her body bounce slightly against the mattress.

She had assumed, when her Dominant had agreed to incorporate a sexual aspect into her training, that it would involve something more than what she had been getting. The weeks and sessions that had passed since they began had certainly contained some sort of sexual order- and she'd received a fair share of assignments of similar nature- but none of it had been entirely personal. He had never entered her with anything other than his fingers or some sort of toy, and never allowed her to pleasure him in return.

It had quickly become frustrating to her, when she knew that she wished for so much more, but Hermione had yet to speak up about the situation. She had come close, multiple times, but had always backed down prior to opening her mouth, lest Severus take her to be ungrateful. Or discover that she had ceased thinking of him only as 'Snape' nearly a month earlier.

A small voice in the back of her mind occasionally reminded her that he had not been upset to discover her dreams of him, and that, perhaps, he would not take it badly that she had developed a real attachment to him. However, his continued refusal to be truly intimate with her silenced that suggestion quickly enough, and left her feeling cold and worried how he might take it when the truth came to light. With April half over already, her patience was quickly running out for the obviously slow pace of her training, as her remaining time at Hogwarts quickly began to dwindle down to a matter of weeks.

If she were entirely honest with herself, she was not entirely prepared to leave the school with her growing feelings for Severus weighing on her so heavily. Her options, however, were very few, when she considered them. Not speaking up at all had proved itself out of the question for her, after she'd thought it through the week before; an outright rejection would be better than never knowing if her desire was returned, which left her with only one real choice.

Glancing over at her clock again, Hermione sighed and reached up to brush the back of her hand over her eyes. She had roughly two hours before she would need to make her way down to breakfast, and then only a day full of classes stood between herself and her next session with Severus the following morning. Resolved in her decision, Hermione pushed herself out of bed and ducked quickly into the loo to shower, hoping to wake herself up fully before turning to her journal to begin pouring out her frustrations- and possibly her heart- onto the pages for him to read.

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'I would like to make a point of saying that I am incredibly thankful for all aspects of my training; I recognize that even the punishments I have experienced have a place and purpose, and I do not wish to appear ungrateful to you. You are the more experienced of the two of us, and, as my Dominant, you are the one who ultimately sets the pace of my training, and I do recognize this. However, after several weeks of thought, I realize that it would be inappropriate of me to bite my tongue any longer on the matter of the sexual aspects of my training.

It is not that I am not enjoying the assignments you have given me, or that I wish for them to end; it is quite the opposite, in fact. You had warned me before we began, that you intended to incorporate sexual activity into my training slowly, which was both a relief and a cause for frustration to me. While, on one hand, I have been given an opportunity to gradually adjust to this new aspect of submission, I am also being held back from experiencing everything that I wish to.

I have learned the hard way that attempting to be vague does not go over well with you, Sir; and, as much as I would like to in this instance, to save myself quite a bit of embarrassment at my admission, I feel that I must say it rather bluntly...

I want more. The assignments to journal my fantasies or to touch myself have done more than I expected to expand my comfort level with my desires, and our sessions have aided even more so in that. In the back of my mind, however, I know it is not enough. Not to say that I need more than you can give me, Sir. In truth, I have no interest in what others may have to offer me, but that is another matter, I suppose.

You have rejected my small advances and offers to pleasure you during our sessions, but that is something that I truly desire to experience. When I say that I want more, it is because I want more than my own pleasure. I want to know how it feels to service you, rather than to always be the focus of your attentions, without an opportunity to reciprocate. Perhaps you will see it as inappropriate, and I will admit that a worry you might has been a large factor in why I have held my tongue this long.

If what I ask is impossible, I understand, Sir; you need only tell me so, and I will not raise the subject again. It's only that I finally needed to speak my piece, in hopes that you would at least understand.'

Hermione fidgeted idly with her quill as she read over the small entry again, finally satisfied enough with what she had said to close her journal. Rising from her place on the floor, she set it and her quill aside on her desk and stretched her arms lightly, easing the ache that had settled into them from her stiff posture as she wrote. Checking her clock, Hermione saw that she had only a matter of minutes before breakfast would begin in the Great Hall, and she hoisted her bag onto her shoulder.

Her eyes shifted to the journal on her desk as she approached her door, briefly wondering whether removing the page from the book would prevent Severus from seeing what she had written. Shaking her head sharply, she stepped out of her room and closed her door firmly behind her, distancing herself from the idea. For better or worse, she'd spoken her mind; the rest was out of her hands.