Disclaimer: I regretfully do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters you may see in this story. I wish a couple of them were real, especially one greasy git who could spank me sunrise to sunset. But alas, it is not so.

Snape slammed her back against the desk with his fingers wrapped around her throat, purring in her ear, "good girl." His eyes ravished her body, and his hands started to glide downwards. Taking her shirt by the ends, he ripped it from her.

She whimpered, shivering, but not from the cold. His eyes spoke of hunger, and the fire blazing there made her tremble. He was mesmerized by her- the rise and fall of her tender breasts, the flush of pink that crept over her fragrant skin, and those eyes that seemed to look into his very soul... He was simply bewitched.

His fingers ran gently over her bra, noticing how striking of a contrast the red was against her creamy flesh. He felt in his pocket- yes, there it is. Her eyes widened as she saw him pull a folding knife from his robes, and he just grinned mischeviously at her. Sliding it's tip under the fabric of the bra, he sliced it in half. Her breasts freed; his hungry eyes could now fully look upon them.

Snape buried his face in her breasts, biting down on the flesh in multiple spots til Hermione whimpered in pain. His mouth moved to her nipples, lashing them with his teeth, then licking them softly. Hermione was on edge; she didn't know whether to throw him off of her for the pain, or pull him closer for the pleasure it brought. Her body so confused, her hands kept coming up against him of their own accord.

"Granger, you will keep your hands at your sides or I WILL restrain you." His molten glare caused her hands to quickly snap down to the desk.

"Yes, Severus."

Snape slapped her hard, her head snapping to the side, knocking against the wooden desk. "Never take such informalities with me. It doesn't matter what we do, we are not equal. I am a man, and an esteemed teacher, YOU.. are just a mudblood bitch."

She felt the anger rising inside her, and his lips turned up in a half evil grin. It was like he was goading her.

Her hand flew at his face, slapping him hard across his pale chiseled cheek. He immediately turned, backhanding her, her head thumping back against his desk once more. He grabbed her long hair, wrapping it around his hand and dragging her to him.

He kissed her roughly, his teeth nipping her lips here and there. Their kiss was ferocious, their tongues battling for dominance, and their hunger ravenous.

His free hand went to her breasts, squeezing them painfully and slapped them. Her eyes widened in shock, and she struggled against him, her hands grabbing at his wrists. His fingers closed around her throat, and he growled in her ear, "what did I tell you about those hands?"

Hermione struggled, but she couldn't draw a breath. Her fingers stayed clamped around his wrist, trying to gain release, but to no avail. Snape started to slap her breasts mercilessly, knocking them back and forth. Her breasts were flushed blood red and tears sprung to her eyes- the pain being so immense. Suddenly, she could breathe again, and she drew in large gasps of air. In the next second though, she found his knife at her throat.

"I told you .. You didn't know what you were messing with.. " he said, mostly to himself. He looked at the fear on her face; the wide eyes, the trembling lips- her fear was palpable. His heart beat madly in his chest, and he could feel himself getting even harder.

Hermione was scared; she couldn't stop shaking. Snape seemed to be everywhere, like random thoughts. It was like he had went insane, and now there was a knife against her throat? She shivered once again at the thought, and felt the fire flare between her legs. I must be really sick if that turns me on..

His other hand began to travel lower, running over the valley of her breasts, down her firm stomach.. It slid beneath the band of her pants, and she unconsciously held her breath. The tip of the blade pressed more firmly into her throat, and he started to quickly take off the remainder of her clothes. Her heart beat wildly, and her thighs clenched together trying to sate her needs. His eyes devoured her newly exposed chocolate curls.

"I can remove the knife if you promise to be good.. " He glared at her, "promise?"

She looked down at the blade as best she could, and haphazardly nodded, "I promise."

He sat back in his chair, putting the knife in his desk drawer and retrieving a pair of muggle handcuffs. "Sit up and put your hands behind your back." Ever so slowly, she did as was told. He tightened the cuffs until they were biting into her flesh and she winced.

Snape looked over the beauty before him. Slight bruising had already started to appear on her fair skin over her cheekbones and breasts. It was his brand on her; the bruises showed that she was his now. Her lips were swollen and red from their kisses, and her whole body was flushed. He saw that her legs were clenched together, and pried them apart with his fingers, bruising her thighs.

Her pussy glistened beneath the soft chocolate curls, quivering, looking as if it was gripping in on itself. He pressed a fingertip to the hungry mouth, and it sucked on it. Hermione moaned at the contact, her thighs pressing against his arm.

"Mmmm.. doesn't that feel good? My little bitch likes that, doesn't she?" He pressed his finger in further, stroking her insides.

Hermione moaned, her hips lifting slightly off the desk. Her eyes closed, his question going unanswered. Snape waited for only a second before plunging two fingers deep inside her and backhanding her at the same time. She looked back at him, her eyes half- lidded, his fingers starting to pump inside her.

"Answer me." He ground out.

She bit her lip, stifling her moan, and he began to finger her harder. He slapped her again, and the pain shot straight to her pussy. She wondered, if she answered him, would the pain stop? She bit her lip again, almost grinning at the dark sexy man before her. His fingers pumped her mercilessly now, almost painfully, and she felt his fingers connect with her cheek. He slapped her over and over again, alternating cheeks, and she was becoming dizzy with the pleasure. She couldn't help herself from grinding down against his fingers, moaning like she was in heat.

"ANSWER ME."

She felt her muscles clenching against him as she was thrown off the precipice into her orgasm. "Yes! Yes Professor Snape! Please hurt me!" She screamed. He slapped her harder, her whole body jarred from the abuse; the pain making her orgasm feel tenfold. Her whole body shook with the tremors as she screamed her release.

Her body settled to subtle trembling as her orgasm subsided, and his motions ceased. His hands became petting, sliding into her hair, then abruptly pulling her against him.

She could smell her musk on his fingers as they hovered over her lips. He pressed them to her mouth, and she suckled them, reveling in her own sweet taste. They kissed deeply, each sharing in her flavor, and his gentle hands moved to her cheeks. She ducked away, thinking how horrible and bruised she must look. Hooking his thumb under her chin, he tilted her face back up to his.

"Don't hide, Hermione.. " His voice was so gentle, it made her listen closer. He pressed his cool cheek to her burning one, rubbing against it. "You are so beautiful.. your pain was so exquisite.. " He started to softly kiss each cheek. "Every single bruise is a testament that you are mine." His open hand cracked her across the face once again. "Do you enjoy the pain Hermione?"

Her eyes closed; her thighs clenching to tame the fire. "Yes, Professor Snape, " she breathed.

He pressed his restrained erection up against her, sliding her towards him on the desk. "And would you like more?"

Her heart thumped wildly as her pussy quivered against him. She could feel herself getting ever more hot and slippery. When she spoke, her voice was low and full of longing, "YES- Please!"

"Do you even know what you ask?"

Warm brown eyes peered into his own cold black ones, and he paused. His voice took on it's icy tone as he spoke. "You will be beaten and bruised and violated at my whim. You will scream for mercy as I impale you. I will beat you as I fuck your sweet cunt, and make you cum in a symphony of pain. You are only a repository for my spendings- just a hole for me to fuck and a body to take out my sadistic nature on. And you want that?"

As he spoke, she felt her pussy get even wetter. She wanted the pain- she welcomed it now. She was his, his little slut to abuse. She wanted to hurt, feel herself split in two with his cock as he beat her body til she sobbed. Her body shuddered wantonly at the thought.

Her eyes locked with his again as she nearly begged him, "Hurt me, PLEASE Professor Snape. Split me in two, make me scream, make me cry.. Just, GODS, please hurt me.."

A predatory smile lifted his face, "As you wish."

I am so sorry that this chapter comes so long after the last one, but I was having major problems continuing to make Snape a bad bad man. I had a dream one night where he was the perfect gentleman- sweet, caring, totally in love with me.. and all that rubbish. Since then, it's hard to see him ina different light. I'm pushing on though, and hope you enjoyed this installment! XOXO