And just when you thought the smut was over, more smut!
…..
I was beyond feeling, in some sort of hazy consciousness, all I could feel, smell, taste was him. Him, my potions professor. I snuggled in closer into his starchy white shirt and breathed it all in.
He was carrying me into his quarters, cradling me softly to his chest as he whispered soothing nonsense in my ear.
'My good girl, my precious girl, I'm very pleased with you, yes the best of the best girls'.
I preened myself in the glory of his praise and cracked open my eyes to look at his face.
He looked so beautiful to me, the usual line between his brow was gone, his eyes looked sated and his mouth was slack with exhaustion.
He carried me to chaise lounge that was near the fireplace and laid me down. He transfigured his hanky into a snug wrap blanket and covered me up making sure I was comfortable.
He yelled for Winky the house elf and ordered us a tea service, pulling up the ottoman in front of the chaise, he sat down in it and grasped my hand.
'Hermione, are you okay? Did I hurt you in any way with my treatment?'
I shook my head, no not hurt, so much pleasure, so much pleasure I thought I would never be happy again unless I knew I could get pleasure like that again.
'Thankyou Professor that was amazing…'
'Severus, Hermione you can call me Severus while you are in my quarters'
'Then thank you Severus…'
Winky blinked in and served the tea for us, I was thankful she sensed that my body was still coping with the tumultuous amount of feeling coursing through it and served a calming Chamomile.
Severus sipped on his earl grey with lemon and looked at me thoughtfully.
'Hermione, would you mind if I looked into your mind to see what just happened from your perspective? I am finding it hard to trust you when you tell me you are accepting of my treatment of you'.
She quirked her eyebrow at me;
'If it will put your mind at ease sir then yes of course, though be aware, to relive it all, I imagine I will get quite wet again…'
The little minx… Ignoring the last part of her sentence for now I whispered Legilimens and entered her mind, finding the memory of this evening I began my perusal of my latest domination of her body.
She was so nervous before she arrived, she had disobeyed my orders to only read the first three chapters of the book I gave her on submission and was speculating if I would subject her to any of the acts illustrated in the book.
Cheeky wench… I should spank her for that disobedience, filing away that promising thought I watched her anticipate my assault on her after I so rudely rushed her against the bench.
Once I had uncovered her quim and was rubbing the pestle along her lips I was barrelled over with how aroused she was when she realised I was going to fuck her with the pestles. I nearly came in my pants feeling the heavy waves of her orgasms and pleasure wash over me.
In her mind she was begging for a larger phallus to penetrate her, she wanted more and was cursing the Dark Lord that she couldn't vocally voice how much she wanted to be filled by me and anything else I so chose to fill her with. When I used the pestle to forcefully enter her arsehole she was coasting a crest of pleasure so high I wondered if she would ever come down again. I was in disbelief as I watched her orgasm again after I cast the spell to use the pestles to pound both her fuck holes. I was now at full mast and I wanted the girl again, I didn't want a show for the Dark Lord, I wanted her for myself. I could smell her, I could smell her dripping pussy beneath the blanket I had wrapped her in. That pussy was dripping for me. Exiting her mind, I all but barrelled on top of her, tore away the blanket, lifted up her skirt and lowered my face to her cunt.
'Yesssssssss' she hissed at me, 'Fuck me Professor, I'll be your good girl I promise…'