Chapter 38

HPOV

I was exhausted. I had never wanted to do so well on a test in my entire life. After the first few questions it was no longer a matter of studying, or of orgasms for that matter, this was a battle of wits between the great Severus Snape and myself. I would rise to his expectations if it killed me. He certainly didn't make it easy.

The questions weren't too bad despite the fact that it was hard to concentrate with my thighs burning and shoulders aching. I focused as hard as I could and gave the right answers to the best of my ability. When we got to the "practical" part of his exam, I wasn't surprised. The NEWTS were the same way, half on paper and half demonstration, and it only made sense that he would follow the same format. Unfortunately, I never did as well on this portion. I knew in my head what to do, but sometimes my body failed to comply with my brain.

When we'd gotten to the defensive spells, I could feel Severus tense behind me, and I knew that he was disappointed. His disappointment, of course, only made me perform more poorly, but he was right: this was my weakest area. I wondered what he planned to do about it as I could practically see a plan formulating in his mind.

All in all, I was pretty proud of my score in the end. I knew that most of what we'd gone over was harder than NEWT level, and it gave me an extra boost of confidence for when the true test would come.

We took a break for lunch, after that, and Severus left the house for a while, leaving me to finish up the potions and clean up. He said that he was trying to clear the rest of his day so that we could be together. I was very much hoping that he would be successful.

When he returned, he had a shopping bag in his hand that made me infinitely curious. He didn't share the contents however, simply dropping it inside the playroom door and then leading me by the hand to his room.

He didn't speak a word as he undressed me and pulled me into his shower. I followed his lead and remained silent as he washed my hair and soaped my body. He charmed the hair away from my body with his wand, making my legs and pubic area completely smooth and hair free. I didn't mind, but it was the first time that he had done such a thing, and I wondered if it was his preference that I always be bare.

I listened to the steady pattern of his breathing as his hands roamed by body. He brought my arousal to life so easily and by the time he declared us both to be clean, I was already aching with need.

He dried me with a fluffy towel and spelled my hair into a surprisingly elegant knot where it would be out of his way. As he dried me, he pinched my nipples and rolled them roughly between his fingers. The attention lasted only a moment, but I still felt the sting as he led me to the playroom. I knelt at the door as he made his preparations.

"Come to me," he called. I crawled across the hardwood floor as I was bid. "Up on the table."

He had prepared a message table, and as I climbed onto the comfortable surface, I realized that he had warmed the sheets. It felt fantastic against my still slightly damp skin. Neither of us had dressed, and I caught brief glimpses of his lanky form as he positioned me on my stomach with my body stretched out over the length of the table.

I rested my head on my folded arms and looked around. Beside us there was a small stack of cotton squares, like you might find in a Muggle first aid kit. Next to them was a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a clear juice glass. I knew better than to ask what was about to happen, but I was incredibly curious.

My Master joined me on the table a moment later, his legs straddling my hips. I sighed in contentment. It felt like forever since I had been under him in this way.

"Are you comfortable, Hermione?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl. I want you to relax."

I began a nice, slow, deep breathing exercise as he gently massaged my shoulders and upper back. I was curious as to why he hadn't used an oil or lotion as he had in the past, but I was too much enjoying the feel of his hands on me to really care. In no time, I felt like a boneless mass. His long fingers knew their craft well, and I was like putty in the hands of an expert potter. For the most part, he kept his body carefully away from me, but the occasional brush of his erection against my hip or lower back was enough to keep my body on a natural high alert.

I watched silently as he ceased his ministrations and reached for the materials on the table.

"Do you trust me, Hermione?" he asked.

"You know that I do, Sir," I answered. Why would he ask such a thing?

"Then remain still and quiet."

I tried to do as he asked, but it was nerve wracking to not understand. I trusted, but I still wanted to know.

He soaked one of the thin cotton bandage squares in the rubbing alcohol and the scent of it filled my nose. He set it lightly on the flat of my back, and I was incredibly aware of its feather-light weight on my skin. He took the small drinking glass in one hand, and his wand in the other. Why?

I tried to slow my heart rate. He would never do anything to harm me. I knew that, but that didn't necessarily make me fearless.

He spoke the incantation softly, and my breath caught in my throat. "Inflamare."

I squeezed the sheets in my fists as my muscles tensed involuntarily. The small square of cotton burst into a small but bright flame on my back. I could just barely see it from my position, but I felt its warmth for a moment before my Master had covered it with the glass suffocating and extinguishing it.

"Relax, sweetheart." His voice was soothing and it calmed me immediately. I slowly let out the breath I had been holding.

"Tell me what I've just accomplished."

I tried to think. I had been so caught up in a fear of being burned that I hadn't yet determined why he had done it. I took another deep breath and formed an answer.

"The fire is used to remove the oxygen from the glass, Master."

"Correct." He gently began to move the glass over the surface of my skin, and I fully understood. Without air, the lip of the glass formed a gentle suction, drawing my skin upward into the glass. As he moved it, the skin was pulled. The sensation was unique but not painful.

The glass lost its seal over time and so he repeated the process of setting a fire to remove the air and then continued on a lower part of my back. As I relaxed and let him do as he pleased, it began to feel wonderful.

I nearly groaned in protest when he commanded me to roll over. I had nearly fallen asleep under his soft hands.

As he rolled me over he pushed my legs apart so that I was now straddling his hips, my ass elevated slightly on his bent legs, my shoulders pressed into the table. Unseen restraints circled my wrists, pulling my hands into a comfortable position above my head. He ghosted his fingertips over the skin at my hip and across my stomach before once again reaching for his materials.

I watched his face as he prepared, strong, angular, filled with self-confidence. I let my eyes flow along the planes of his chest, down his stomach, to the thin happy train of hair that lead to his long cock which was pressed against my thigh. I yearned to lift my hips and press myself against him.

He laid the cotton square just below my collar bone on the left side, above my breast. I reminded myself to breathe. The flame was a bright blue momentarily, but then it was gone, and I felt only a soft tugging pressure. He moved the glass gently over my skin, keeping the suction. It lifted the top of my breast and I fought the urge to arch up into the sensation. My nipples pebbled in anticipation.

The glass lost suction quickly on the uneven surface. He soaked another square, and placed it directly over my nipple. He looked me in the eye, silently asking for confirmation that I was okay. I gave it to him in the form a small smile. The cotton burned brightly, and I felt its heat against my sensitive skin. I let out a soft hiss at the sensation and closed my eyes. The heat was replaced with pressure. I did arch up this time. I couldn't help it. He soothed me with his other hand. His voice was soft and encouraging.

He repeated the process on the other side, and I fought the urge to squeeze my legs together. I was more aware with every one of his actions that his lean body was still positioned between my thighs. He rocked against me casually, but I wanted it to be so much more than casual. If he would just shift forward a little!

When he was done with the glass on my breasts he leaned forward and took one into his mouth. I cried out as he closed his teeth around my nipple. His cock brushed right against my clit, and I almost had an orgasm right there on the table. But then he moved away, and I was left panting.

"Please, Sir," I whispered softly. I couldn't help it. I needed him.

"Shhh," he soothed. "We are far from finished."

SPOV

She was so beautiful, so responsive. It took all of my self-control not to just bury myself in her.

I had been watching the time since I first took her to shower with me. I had wanted an activity that would warm her slowly. Ninety minutes was a surprisingly long time to endure intense sensation, and Hermione was not accustomed to long sessions of foreplay. Our times together were far too frequently rushed. It had been almost an hour this far.

"You have endured fifty-eight minutes. You've done well so far. Are you able to continue?"

"Oh yes, please, Master!"

I chuckled. Always so willing. "You are not permitted to come without my permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

I tilted her hips up gently, gaining better access to her sweet pussy. "Feet flat on the table," I commanded. She complied.

I started the cupping process again, this time on her lower stomach. She had the feel and idea of it by now, but flame and suction could be intimidating, especially around the sensitive areas. I fingered her slowly with one hand, parting her lips and sinking two fingers into her wet heat. She writhed under me, and I pulled away.

Her freshly shaved skin was so soft and smooth in my hands. I touched her gently until I was sure that her arousal would outweigh any lingering fear. I set fire to the area just above her pelvis and then pulled the glass down slowly over her hairless skin. I stopped just above her clit and tilted the glass to release the suction. She let out a cry of frustration. I wasn't sure that she would be able to endure this treatment applied directly to her clitoris without having an orgasm, but there was only one way to find out.

"Remember, little one, that you are not to come without permission. You wouldn't want to disappoint me would you?"

"No, Master," she panted. Her voice was heavy with arousal.

"Think of something else, Hermione. List the ingredients used in Polyjuice Potion."

She slowly listed ingredients as I laid a square of cotton on top of her clit. I worked slowly, building as much anticipation as I could. Her legs trembled slightly around my hips. She stopped reciting as I spoke the fire spell, but resumed again, in a desperate voice as I covered her most sensitive area with the glass. I didn't move it, but held steady, letting her feel the pressure for a few long moments as she finished the list of ingredients.

I broke the seal with the tip of my finger and released her. "Good girl," I praised. "I wasn't sure that you would be able to endure that. You did well."

"Thank you, Master."

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Relaxed and aroused, Master." Perfect. That was exactly what I had hoped for.

"You're almost done, pet. I want you to do one more thing for me and then I shall give you my cock and let you come."

I removed myself from the table, leaving her there with her legs spread wide and her arms bound above her head. I would never tire of seeing her that way. Her pussy was wet with arousal, and her breast rose and fell gently as she breathed. I crossed the room, never taking my eyes from her, and pulled a thin vibrator from the drawer.

I returned to the table and showed it to her. Her heart rate quickened slightly, and I knew that she understood. She had always been amazingly perceptive.

"You want…?" She swallowed hard and trialed off.

I cut her some slack and said it for her. "I want to fill your ass with this vibrator and then fuck you while we both feel it vibrating in your tight passage."

She bit her lip and flushed slightly. She was unsure, but I had no doubt that she would let me do it.

"You will tell me if it becomes too much for you. What are your safe words?"

"Yellow and red, Sir."

"Good girl. I will not hurt you. You need to relax."

She nodded her agreement and visibly slowed her breathing. I moved back onto the table between her legs.

I fingered her pussy for a while longer, coating my fingers with her natural lubrication. She lifted her hips and fucked my fingers slowly. I pushed her legs further apart and gently massaged her rear entrance with the tip of my finger. She squirmed beneath me, but did not cry out.

I prepared her very slowly, using my finger to barely enter her. The tension slowly slid from her body as her arousal overwhelmed her. She rocked her hips up and down as I pushed the vibrator in and out of her pussy, wetting it. She tensed slightly when she felt it at the entrance to her tight ass, but the gentle pressure of my thumb against her clit was enough to calm her.

She took it one slow inch at a time. I told her over and over what a good girl she was, how hard she made me, how sexy she looked taking that toy in her tight ass. She moaned and lifted her hips to take it in. I fucked her with it gently, helping her seat it the right way.

"How does it feel?" I asked, when she had taken it in and was holding it tight.

"Full," she answered.

"No pain?"

"No, Sir."

"Good." I smiled at her and took my cock in my hand. "You may begin on your hard earned orgasms whenever you are ready."