Chapter 39

HPOV

Oh God. It was too much. Much too much.

I had ridden out two orgasms around his cock with the vibrator quietly buzzing inside of me, and then another one under his skilled tongue and fingers, but now he had me pinned beneath him while he pressed a second vibrator to my already over-sensitive clit. The fourth orgasm as it ripped through my body could not be described as pleasurable any longer.

I screamed until the tremors passed, but when he made no move to remove either vibrator, I knew that I had reached my limit. "Yellow," I whispered softly. "I can't take it. Too much."

He switched the vibrator off immediately and set it aside. I collapsed against his chest and he held me tight.

"Easy, sweetheart. Relax while I take the other one out. We'll take a break."

Tears rolled down my cheeks. My whole body ached with a mix of overwhelming pleasure and exhausting pain.

I was relieved when the toy in my ass stopped buzzing, but it was not at all pleasant as he made to remove it. It had been slick and well lubed when he'd put it in, but now that we had moved around and played for an extended time, it had shifted and felt dry and uncomfortable. My body's natural reaction was to clamp down on it.

"Wait," I protested. I wasn't ready. I trusted him to know what he was doing, but this did not feel right. He cast a lubrication charm to help ease the toy out, but I was both tense and fearful of having it touched.

"You need to relax, baby. It will be over in just a second. Close your eyes."

He moved me so that my front was pressed fully into his chest, my head on his shoulder and he was fully supporting my weight. I held him tightly and sobbed into his shoulder.

He spread my cheeks gently and I tried to relax, but I didn't really succeed. He had the vibrator out in a matter of seconds but those were very uncomfortable seconds. I had no desire to try that again any time soon.

When it was over he simply held me for a while and comforted me while I cried. I fell asleep a while later, but woke again when he left the bed. I reached for him instinctively but he encouraged me to go back to sleep. When he returned, he had two potions with him. I drank the first one, a general pain reliever, and he slowly massaged all of my sensitive areas with the other.

"I believe, Hermione, that we finally found your threshold."

I laughed lightly. "I think so too."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push so hard. I should have realized that it might be too much. You did the right thing by alerting me with a safe word."

"It was okay up until that last bit. I've just never had an orgasm quite so painful."

"Mmmm. Forced or sustained orgasms can be painful or overwhelming on their own, but then to have added the additional level of anal stimulation, that you aren't accustomed to, is I think where we really went wrong. I should have removed it, probably, after your second orgasm. Would you agree?"

I nodded. How very like him to approach it this way. It was almost like we were discussing a potions experiment gone wrong.

"Are you feeling better now?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. I think it's clear that we both need a bit of a break. Would you feel up to a date?"

"A date?"

"Yes, Hermione. I want to take you to dinner. Will you give me the pleasure of your company?"

"Of course, but where will we go?"

"Let me make the arrangements. Why don't you go home to shower and change? I would like for you to wear a dress with a hem that falls above the knee. Do you have something that would suit?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, I shall retrieve you in an hour and a half."

I went back to the house with the others and prepared for my date. Having a Domme in the house was surprisingly useful. After I showered, Ginny laced me into a corset, which was hers, the first I had ever worn. There were garter straps to which we hooked my stockings. As per my Master's instructions I left off the panties, which normally was not a big deal with the full-length robes that I wore, but tonight it left me feeling exposed. I pulled a soft black dress over the whole set of undergarments and looked in the mirror. The dress was strapless, and Ginny had forced my hair into soft curls, which hung down around my shoulders. The hemline fell mid-thigh, as requested, but I would have to be careful not to show my stockings as I sat. She then forced me into a pair of four inch heels that I was sure would kill me before the night had ended.

Severus was waiting for me in the library when I came down to greet him. Ginny had accompanied me, wanting to see his reaction and he did not disappoint her.

"Thank you, Miss Weasley. She looks fantastic." I blushed and allowed him to lead me from the house. He pulled me into his arms on the front walk, and we Apparated away.

SPOV

Good Merlin she was beautiful. I nearly scrapped my plans and took her right there on the couch, but I had promised her a date, our first date really, and I was going to make good on my promise. I couldn't take her anywhere in the wizarding world as we were both too easily recognized, so I opted for taking her to Muggle France.

We Apparated to a small park that I knew well as a result of my relationship with Lucius. It was sheltered by buildings on two sides and large shrubs on a third. It was unlikely to have any witnesses. I kept my wand at the ready just in case a memory modification was required. It wasn't.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"There is a restaurant a few blocks from here that I enjoyed as a younger man. The food is quite good."

She didn't ask anything further, but slipped her hand into the crook of my arm as I lead her up the alley to the street.

We were seated, as I had requested, at a fairly secluded table near the back of the restaurant. One perk of being a Death Eater was that the Dark Lord frequently saw fit to pass on the fortunes of the Muggles whom he captured and killed to us. As a result I had acquired rather substantial accounts in both wizarding and Muggle banks. Having grown up poor, it had been one of the most appealing things to me about the life. Lucius always had the finest of things, knew of the best restaurants, and had the most influence. I found that kind of power appealing, and it did come in handy when you wanted a last minute reservation for a specific table.

I didn't fear Lucius' presence here because he'd had a falling out with the restaurant owner a few years back and now refused to set foot in the place. I was still quite fond of it—even more so now that his company was not required.

The table was circular, and the booth formed a semi-circle around it, allowing me to sit next to Hermione rather than across from her without attracting too much attention. I could care less what people thought, but I did have to admit that most people would find us an odd couple, and I did not want her to suffer unnecessary embarrassment.

I ordered a bottle of red wine and made the assumption that she would join me in drinking it. I had every intention of allowing her to choose her own meal, but she made no move to open her menu.

"You may have whatever you would like. Did you want me to order for you?"

"Yes, please."

I studied her for a moment and wondered why. She was submissive, yes, but she was also capable of making a decision about what to eat. "I would be happy to, but is there a reason why?"

"I can't read nor speak French," she answered.

Oh, of course. I smiled. "Neither can I," I confessed. "It's a charm, a rather complex one, for both to translate the menu and my spoken words."

"Would you teach it to me?" She was ever the one to thirst after knowledge.

"Of course, but not right now." The waiter brought the wine and after I had declared it acceptable, he poured us each a glass and took our orders.

When the waiter had left us, I laid my napkin in my lap and then moved my hand to the bare skin of Hermione's leg. She jumped a little at first at my unexpected touch but immediately settled. She took a sip of her wine.

I leaned forward and whispered so that only she could hear me. "I promised you seven, Hermione, and have only delivered four." I pushed the hem of her dress a little further up her leg until my hand came to rest on the lace at the top of her stocking.

I studied her face carefully to judge her reaction. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't panic. "Now?" she whispered, a tone of disbelief in her voice.

"In time," I answered. I made no move to push her further at this time, instead opting to change the subject.

It was easily the most enjoyable dinner date that I'd ever experienced. It was heaven to have her all to myself without fear of interruption from her friends or my colleagues. The food was wonderful, every course, and we fed each other as frequently as we fed ourselves.

I teased her gently between courses, brushing the back of my hand against her soft thighs or tracing her pussy lips with the tip of my finger. She took to it quite well, never making a spectacle of herself, but welcoming my advances all the same. I kissed a bit of chocolate away from the corner of her mouth as we finished our dessert, and then reluctantly asked for the check.

Selfishly, I considered renting a Muggle hotel room for the night simply so that I would not have to return her to the safehouse. I knew that I couldn't, as it would be irresponsible of me to worry the other members of the Order, but I wanted her to the point where it was painful.

"Take a walk with me before I must return you home?"

"Home?" she asked as we stepped out into the night. "I had hoped that you might keep me for the night."

I sighed and took her hand in mine. "I would very much like to Hermione, but I fear that it isn't safe. I know that we've had precious little alone time lately, but until this war is truly over, it needs to be my first concern. I can not risk your safety, not matter how much I may want you." She was clearly not happy with my decision, but she didn't protest further.

We walked the quiet streets together, hand in hand, taking the long way back to the tiny park. We could have been a couple of regular people without war or magic. "Did you ever consider going back to your parents? Giving up magic altogether for the safety of the Muggle world?"

"No, not really. I'm a witch, and I would be hugely unhappy as anything else. I do fear for my parent's safety sometimes though. What chance would they have against the likes of Death Eaters?"

"I would like to meet them someday—your parents, I mean."

She nodded. "I'd like that too. What about your parents?"

"I don't wish to ruin an enjoyable evening speaking about them. Let's just say that I don't see them anymore."

Amazingly she let it go, but squeezed my hand in a reassuring gesture. We came around the corner and walked into the grassy area where we had first Apparated. There was a park bench seated near the small creek. I sat down on it and pulled her down into my lap.

I turned her so that she was half facing me, and I kissed her. I had always made a better Dom than a lover. My strength was in my confidence and presence; I wasn't much of a romancer. But all the same, this felt like a pretty good romance. It had grown dark and the moon was visible through the breaks in the trees.

I gently pushed her legs apart and ran my hand up the length of her thigh appreciating the feel of her silky stockings and soft skin. She moaned softly into my mouth as I used my fingers to bring her to orgasm.

When she was finished she laid her head against my shoulder, her breathing still labored. "Master?"

"Yes, Hermione?"

"I believe you owe me two more."

I laughed the first real deep laugh that I could remember in a while. "That is so, pet. Would you like to claim them now?"

"Yes, please."

I pulled my wand from my jacket pocket and cast a little extra privacy protection even though there was no one around. I unbuttoned my pants and turned her in my lap so that she was straddling me, facing me.

"Take what it is that you want, love."

She sunk down on my cock, her dress riding up around her hips giving me a perfect view of her undeniably hot undergarments and the creamy skin of her ass. She had her wand in a holster at her thigh, and it gave her a dangerous appeal that I found incredibly sexy. The corset that she wore accented her curves perfectly and I lowered my face to her uplifted breasts as she rode me.

This was perfection.

She took what she wanted from me, and I gave it willingly, finding my own satisfaction in her pleasure.

"I love you so much," I whispered as she sat curled in my lap sometime later.

"I love you too, Severus."

She shivered, as the night had grown cold around us while we'd made love. I removed my jacket and draped it around her shoulders.

"I should take you home."

She nodded reluctantly, and I stood with her. I brought her into my embrace, kissed her forehead, and then Apparated us both to the front walk of the safehouse.

My first thought upon arriving was that I had Apparated to the wrong location. The once familiar safehouse was an unrecognizable mass of flames and billowing smoke. I shielded Hermione with my body and took aim at the group of Death Eaters who were poised with killing curses on their lips.