As he hesitated deep in her, he could feel her heart slamming, her body shuddering in that amazing combination of pain and pleasure, that sweet, sweet mix that made up most of their playing. When he finally felt her beginning to ease, not all the way of course, but enough, he slid back out. He moved slowly, catching every gasp and moan coming from her lips.

Almost against his own will, Snape cast a silent lubrication charm; not for her benefit, he told himself, but so he could move easily. His little slut's tightness was nearly painful for him. The combination of the charm and his steady pressure allowed Snape to increase his pace, the power of his thrust. Soon he was pressing hilt deep with every thrust of his hips, bouncing her suspended body back and forth through the air. Her ass met his hips with a wet smack before rebounding like a tethered bludger.

The exquisite hold her body had on him was too much, too sensational for her poor Master. Even as he made an effort to slow his motions with cock deflating images of Albus and Minerva mixing up their weekly Draught of "Piece," he could feel his orgasm rising.

His slut would come with him; he loved it when he was able to use and abuse her, hurt her, and make her love it. Just that kind of power over her was as arousing as the actions themselves. Slamming deep, Snape held still and swiveled his hips, three times counter clockwise, four the other way, carefully and with great precision, stirring his love's potion.

Reaching his long-fingered hands around to her front, he drove one hand into her soaking curls, trapping her swollen clit and rubbing it unmercifully. His other hand gripped a pendulous breast and twisted the distended nipple painfully. The witch shrieked and spasmed around the invading cock. Snape could hold back no longer. With his hard grip on her tensed body, he lunged as deep as he could go, feeling his head hit the bottom of her tight sheath. Pressing against her, he came.

His normally silken voice was gravel rough when he groaned, pressing his face into the soft skin of her back.

Between his hot seed filling her and his still twiddling fingers, Hermione knew there was no way she could hold back either. With a choked cry, she came over his cock, engulfing it in hot, smooth liquid. She tried to bow but the ropes held her in place; all she could do was helplessly clasp around him.

When she went lax around him, sagged loosely against her bonds, he realized his foolish little pet was on the verge of passing out. Stifling a breathless chuckle, he straightened and pulled from her; he barely managed to hold in a groan when her hot, wet body sucked at his.

Grabbing his wand from where he's carelessly thrown it on the bed, Snape released the tension in the ropes, allowing her to straighten herself back out. A second wand wave later, she descended to the floor, landing with a soft thump.

Snape's dark eyes watched as a small amount of his cum trickled out of her still spanking-pinkened ass. Such a thing on any other woman would disgust him, but on his naught little witch, it was an arousing sign of his possession. Snape glanced disbelievingly at his cock, only moments before soft and sleepy with satisfaction. Against all odds, it was acting like it'd been hit with an Enervate. Shaking his head at his odd tool, he stretched out one hand, dragging a finger through his own seed. He rubbed it gently into her still-exposed clit. Even as wrung dry as she was, Hermione's body jerked at the caress. Unfortunately for her, but quite nice for her Potions Master, the nipple clamps she still wore registered that movement as struggle. The subsequent tightening dragged a helpless, yelping groan from her; the sound sent a shot of new lust down to his cock.

A quick Scougrify removed his release from her legs and the few drops that had fallen to the floor. H stepped back to her front and, with a wicked smile for his lovely wife, released the nipple clamps. The blood came rushing back in. She yelled.

Snape's smile grew at eh sound and he stretched his hand to rub one scarlet nipple. Hermione sighed and made this funny little lurch that was half retreat, half advance to press herself into his palm.

Those nipples were so very tempting…

Snape couldn't resist lowering his head and licking it, before taking it into his mouth and suckling firmly. She gasped in pained pleasure and he nearly purred around her nubbin.

Sweet and lovely thought this moment was, his anger had not yet been appeased.

He suddenly straightened and caught her face in his wide hands, plundered her mouth they was he planned to plunder his body. He was a Death Eater, acquitted by the Light though he may have been. He wasn't going to take it easier on her just because she'd pleased him once tonight. His bratty Miss Granger would take anything he wanted to give her.

While his tongue continued its vicious foray into her willing mouth, all Snape could think about how nice it was that he could get her to stop talking with things like his. Ahh, he would've liked known there were better used for that smart mouth of hers than spouting off facts in class!

With uses for her mouth filling his mind, he pulled back from the passionate kiss, letting her catch her breath.

Gripping her chin, he leaned close, letting the slight stubble on his own chin rasp across her soft skin. His lips pressed to her ear, he whispered, "You flirted… You lied… Your mouth, silly witchling, has gotten you into deep trouble. See if it can get you out of it now."

A flick of his wand had the ropes sliding higher, holding her arms as her suspending chains melted away. Without their support, she collapsed, the fall controlled by the binding ropes. Those slithering ropes moved, shifted, created a stiff frame around Hermione, forcing her to her knees before her professor. There ropes around her arms braided together, pulling them behind her back, laced together. There, they twisted into the retreating ropes that had bound her hips.

When the ropes finally stilled, Hermione was kneeling with her bound hands lashed to her ankles. The ropes were not tight enough to cause her harm but served as a reminder that she could not escape him. Snape wrapped a chunk of her wild, sweat-dampened hair around his hand. With very little effort, he forced her head up until she had to look him in the eye.

"Now let's see you put that pretty little mouth to good use, my little whore."