You creamed your drawers like a school boy Severus. There is more to this. You needed that, just having her even do some of the simplest things feeds you. But, this sexual side is far more gratifying. She was so far gone, there was no time for anything else. How did she get to that state? Get the answers when you eat breakfast with her. Shower first, you need one as much as she does. Severus thought as he kept his head pressed against hers and kissed her forehead again. Her tremors had slowed while he kept her snuggled against him.
The first thing Hermione felt was the warm breath at a slow even pace across her forehead. The strong arm that held her and the warm body she was pressed against. She heard that slow heartbeat and felt it. Vladimir? No, doesn't smell…oh my. Hermione opened her eyes. Her nose had clearly defined she was not in Vladimir's arms. She was in her professor's arms and snuggled tightly to him. She felt the kiss that was pressed into her forehead. Slowly, everything came back with clarity as to what she had agreed to. Oh my when I break the rules, I really break them. Why does it feel so good to be bad? What happened to getting Harry to help find out what he wanted? Well, that plan clearly backfired when I woke up the way I did. And that orgasm, oh god, will he do it again? It frightened me, but it felt incredible.
Severus glanced down. He saw her eyes fluttering open from that blissful haze she had been consumed in. "How do you feel?" Severus asked with a deep husky voice.
Hermione moved her head back a little, so she could look up at him. "Much better, Sir." Her brows furrowed a little in confusion. I taunted him and he didn't punish me. Why didn't he do that? I need that, he had that threatening promise of it.
Severus saw her brow knit with confusion. Damn. I clearly held a threat over her. You idiot Severus, you clearly held a promise with that belt. Spank her arse. She needs it then get her in the shower. He set his face to a stern harsh look and made sure his voice held authority behind it. "Now you will get your punishment you so rightfully deserve for taunting me."
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. Oh hell yes. He's not through yet. That slow burn came back, not as strong as what it had been, not to the point it had been. However, it was there. She shifted her legs next to him and noticed with how she was restrained it only added fuel to the fire.
He felt her squirm beside him in anticipation. Severus pulled on his cloak and started revealing her body that had been wrapped up inside it. His mouth watered at what little bit of her flesh that he could see. Once, she was fully uncovered from his cloak; he commanded her. "Stand up."
Hermione moved and she placed her hand on his chest. She could feel leaned toned muscle of promise underneath his shirt. Please tell me I get to see that later. Oh god I can only hope.
Severus watched as she placed her hand on his chest, and how she splayed her fingers to steady herself. Severus saw the wicked grin she got on her face. I have plans for that later, in the shower now get up. Severus narrowed his eyes at her, and she finally removed her hand from his chest once she stood by the chair.
"Move to the front of the chair. Face me." He demanded brutishly.
Oh damn. No more coping feels. That was a bad idea, Hermione. She moved quickly to the front of his reading chair and willed herself to start paying attention. She was screwing up already because her hormones had kicked back in.
Severus noticed her legs were not like he had instructed when she first came in. Time for instructions again. I want them to stay open. That animalistic urge he had inside demanded that, to see her splayed, open and willing like that would please him very much indeed. He had taken the belt from around her neck earlier. It now lay on the right arm of his reading chair. Severus grabbed the silver, snake buckle in his right hand and slowly with his left wrapped the leather around his hand twice while he watched her.
"How did I command you to stand after you entered this room?" He asked with a low deadly voice.
Not good. Hermione complied and spread her feet to shoulder length apart again. Her eyes darted to the belt that she had seen him wrap around his long fingers and hand twice. She licked her lips as they had become dry.
"When in my presence inside my chambers you will always keep your legs spread to this position. No matter what you are wearing. That will be a rule from here on out. Do you understand me?" Severus said with commanding authority.
"Yes, Sir." Hermione answered in understanding. Shyly she looked into his eyes. Vladimir never instructed a certain stance for standing. I had to stand displaying myself to him. Don't question it. Even though it brings up a lot of questions.
Severus felt elated and excited as she went back to that stance. He felt that surge of adrenaline as his eyes roved over her. Seeing her open like that, even with clothes on was addicting. She was open and standing this way for him willingly. He felt that power, that control, how it fed into him. It was like he had been starved his whole life as he looked her over; as he feasted on that control, she had given to him. The beast inside him rose crazed and possessed with a devouring nature.
Hermione watched him closely as she stood this way. Even with clothes on I still feel naked in front of him. Look at his eyes, it is almost as if he's possessed. Oh bloody hell. Don't hurt me is all I ask. If he looses it, I am going to have to run like hell. Vladimir had stopped the other man from hurting me too badly. I jumped straight from the pot into the damned fire. Get his attention slowly, try to get him out of that look. Because it is frightening as hell. Hermione's heart pounded in her chest. Slowly, she moved her hands in front of her and cleared her throat.
"Sir?" She asked cautiously trying to mask the fear in her voice.
Severus's eyes beseeched hers instantly. Damn it, Severus. She was so afraid of failing you. Bloody hell, it is the other way around Hermione. I don't want to hurt you. All of this power and control you've given me. It is overwhelming and I am clearly scaring you to death right now. Do you have any idea how frightening this feels to me? Get it back under control Severus. Fight through this for her sake. Severus closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. The realization of what she had actually given to him; hit him in that moment while she stood there. It was a lot to process, and he tried to do so quickly. Once he opened his eyes again; he felt better, more in control than he had been, but the struggle was still there.
Hermione sighed in relief at seeing that crazed and possessed look gone from him. She still had been ready to run if need be, but the tension of fear that had been in her still remained. She could still sense that struggle behind his eyes. Hermione watched closely as he moved to the end of his reading chair straddling the ottoman. She watched as he turned his face looking up at her, the fear in his eyes clearly evident.
He's afraid. I see it. Damn it. What do I do? Vladimir took the jerk away and had a talk with him, but I don't know what was said. Vladimir would never let me touch him without being commanded to do so. This is not Vladimir. Quit comparing them. Throwing caution to the wind, Hermione took both of her hands and ran them through his hair. Once, she was at the back of his head; she started over again. Stay calm, ride through the fear. It'll go away.
Severus closed his eyes as her hands ran through his hair. It was like a soothing balm to his fear. Give me a little longer, Hermione. I promise I will have this under control.
Hermione watched as the tension in his jaw slackened as she kept the continual strokes of her hands through the hair on his head. His shoulders relaxed next. The more she stroked him, the more she could tell it helped. What is he so afraid of? Did I do something wrong? Damn it, I really don't understand. You are confusing. I've never seen anything like that in you before.
Severus took a few deeper breaths as that power and control started to assimilate with what he already possessed. He opened his eyes and this time as she searched his, he saw that fear she had vanished. Her hands stilled on his head. He could see she was a little unsure and a little hesitant. Severus reached up and grabbed each of her wrists.
"Good girl. I am pleased that you waited until I was ready." Severus told her as he pulled her hands around and kissed the palms of each one.
Hermione felt giddy as that fear, and uncertainty left her. Her heart fluttered each time as he kissed her palms. The tingling she had in her core turned into a slow burning ache for him. Her breath caught as she watched as he bound her wrists together with that belt. The pounding of her heart started to throb as that feeling of vulnerability coursed through her veins.
Severus watched as her breathing picked up once he bound her wrists with his belt. He was using his belt, but probably not the way she had expected it from him. He grabbed it in the middle of her wrists and pulled her over to the right of his chair.
He looked up into that expectant face of hers. He kept his features schooled to a stern scowl. "Such a naughty little girl who teases her professor like a little slut needs to be punished, doesn't she?"
"Yes, Sir." Hermione answered.
"Your punishment will be a spanking." Severus told her as he moved forward and adjusted himself more firmly on the end of his chair. "Assume the position across my knees."
It was awkward with her wrists bound, but she managed it. The anticipation was driving her higher, knowing what was about to happen. Knowing that with each slap to her rear end it would cause tormenting pleasure that would be going straight to her core with a need. She also knew that the pain would help elevate all that pent-up emotion she had that raged about within her like a storm. She needed this and she knew it.
Severus settled her more firmly on his lap with his left arm about her torso and moved the pink business shirt up. He snagged his fingers inside her knickers and those shorts she had shrunken that size and pulled both down. His heart started racing as he revealed her arse. He continued with pulling them off until he had them about her knees.
"Lift your calves." He commanded her.
Hermione complied and Severus pulled them all the way off. He tossed them over to the end table near the chair. Those are now mine. Severus thought as his right hand moved back to her arse. He rubbed his right hand over each cheek as he looked back at her.
"You need this don't you?" Severus asked his voice gruff and low.
"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." Hermione whimpered.
Severus grinned. She had begged him. "Good girl." He said as he placed the first smack across her arse. Severus noticed her struggle for the first few hard unrelenting smacks, and he secured her more firmly with his left arm. Once that was done, he noticed she lay still and sobbed as he continued to spank her. He varied the blows from one cheek to another never hitting the same spot twice. The other thing that struck him was her aroma of her scent as it rose. With each blow, he heard the sobbing moan.
Hermione felt all that emotion start to leave her. Her tears stung like burning fire. The ache in her core was becoming acute again as her rear end felt inflamed. It was the feeling of being empty of those emotions that had her begging for this. It had been so long, too long. She sobbed and let it all go. Slowly, she became aware of his heavy and taxed breathing as his hand rubbed over her scorching flesh.
Severus couldn't believe the feeling that washed over him seeing her this way. That starved need of his own that fed deeply. How tight and constricting his own groin had become while he spanked her. He rubbed across her red hot cheeks one at a time. The heat that rose off of her was incredible. She was slick and wet again. Severus knew he could get use to this feeling, this sexual high that he had never felt before like this. Severus looked at her face, as she turned to look back him. She looked totally ravishing with that tear, stained face.
"We are going to the shower." Severus told her.
We? Oh my. Just go with it. Hermione nodded, not trusting her own voice at the moment.
Severus helped her to stand her and then grabbed the belt and led her into the bathroom. Once inside, he shut the door and backed her up to it and started undoing the belt. The belt hadn't been tight around her wrists, but he wanted to make sure she wasn't hurt.
Hermione bit down on her bottom lip. He had such a worried look on his face, and she didn't want him to see her smiling at it. Does he think he hurt me? Good god. He has that possessed look again. Only this time it is far different. What is that worry with something else? Desire, yes, but something else.
Severus looked into her face and could see her biting on her lip. None of that. If anyone is going to be biting that lip it is me. Severus leaned in and kissed her. His tongue flicked across the crease of her lips as he demanded entrance. Once her mouth was open that was all he needed. The belt totally lose he slipped it the rest of the way off of her wrists and hands.
Hermione became lost and heady in the kiss. Her hands once freed went straight around his shoulders and up into his hair. She moaned in sheer pleasure of being devoured by him. She gasped for air as he pulled away, and she clearly felt his hands underneath her rear end as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his clothed hips. Hermione moaned as he started grinding himself against her hot aching core as he sucked and nibbled down her neck.
Severus heard that moan and he growled in satisfaction of drawing that out of her. Using the door to help support her weight, he kept his left arm behind her as he pulled her tighter to his erection. He was ready to explode again. With his right hand; he snaked down between them and used his fingers to find her clitoris and started rubbing it in circles.
"Come for me, Hermione." He demanded. "Come for me like a good little slut."
"Oh god." Hermione shook her head back and forth and went over that edge again. She grabbed onto his head as he went back to her neck sucking into his mouth again. She heard a very satisfied moaning grunt from him.
Severus waited with by the door until he got his breathing back under control. He held her tightly and firmly. Placing his forehead against hers he waited until she finally opened her eyes. He kissed her softly.
"We are going to take a shower. For cleaning purposes only. No fooling around. Do you understand me, Little Minx?" Severus asked seriously.
Little Minx? What the hell is that? My new nickname? "Yes, Sir." Hermione answered. She felt him lower her back to the floor. Her legs were unsteady, but he held onto her till he made sure she could stand. She watched as he undid his clothes and took them off. Her eyes gleamed as wicked thoughts came into her head as she looked over his well toned chest. The scars that he had. She noted, would no doubt contain a story all on their own. She licked her lips at seeing that course black hair that she knew led to that tight bulge of an erection she felt he had pressed up against her.
Severus smirked as she licked her lips. No telling what little wicked thoughts she is getting into that head of hers. He shucked out of his pants as he toed off his shoes and then pulled off his socks. He slid his boxers off and came back over to her and undid the rest of those buttons on that business shirt she was wearing. He slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Taking her hand he pulled her over to get in the shower with him. As he bathed the both of them, he noted she was going to need a different cream for the rest of those bruises, as well as a cream for her rump which he would apply as soon as they got out.