With his grip on her hair, he hauled the witch forward, rocking her taught body against the bonds. He rubbed the tip of his swollen cock on her closed lips, painting them in slick precum. When she refused to open her mouth, he used his free hand to catch her by the throat.
Hermione knew any other person in her place would be petrified, bound and helpless and at the dark wizard's mercy, if you could call it that, with his black eyes boring into hers and his cool palm against her throat. But she had no terror, well perhaps a little, she was the brightest witch of her day, after all, but mostly…she just wanted him.
The professor noticed that the witch's mind has wandered away.
"Miss Granger," he hissed dangerously. "Am I boring you?" With every word, his hand tightened fractionally, exerting just enough pressure to let her know that he was in charge. He was her professor, her Master; he would not be ignored.
Hermione gasped against the pressure on her windpipe, her eyes opening wide.
"Now that I have your full attention again, perhaps you ought to attempt to appease me for all your foolish mistakes, witch." Snape's hands tightened simultaneously, making her mouth open on a choked gasp while being yanked roughly closer. With practiced, expert moves, Snape fit himself into her mouth, letting out a near-silent groan of pleasure when her soft, warm lips closed over his hard wand.
He thrust past her lips, holding her steady with both hands now holding on to her unruly hair. Every time he felt her wet little tongue flick over the swollen tip, fought off the urge to bury himself deep and fill her. Yessssss, that's how this would end, but he wasn't anywhere near ready for it to be over.
Mmmmmm his pet was so good at this, he thought distantly. Of course she ought to be by now, the number of times she'd smarted off and been punished in a likewise fashion. He knew that it was his darker side that drove him to do this to her, use her like this. It was an eye for eye, his inner Marquis de Sade whispered. Her mouth was most often the source of his displeasure, why not make it the source of his pleasure? Not that he hesitated to face fuck her anytime he choose…but he much preferred the idea of "punishment" rather than the more immature "face fuck"
On her knees, poor abused things that they were by now, Hermione wondered what was running through his mind. His movements had become almost mechanical for a bit, letting her know that he had been somewhere else. Wanting him back here with her, she dragged her teeth down his length.
Snape's growl reverberated in her chest like thunder.
"Foolish, stupid chit!" He yanked her head away from his slick wand and slapped her with it several times, leaving splotches of saliva and precum on her flushed and already damp cheeks. "Stop trying to annoy me! Do you want me to destroy you tonight?"
Her eyes slid up and met his, and he knew she did. He cupped the back of her head again and slid back in, moaning at the heat. When his head bumped the back of her throat, she gagged and moved to retreat.
"Bitch…" he hissed, "you a don't get away from me that easy tonight." Using his hands on her head, he pressed on. While she struggled futilely, Snape slipped into her throat. The muscles on her throat contracted, milking his forcefully when she gagged furiously.
"I know you hate this, witchling, but I don't care just now."
Hermione's lovely brown eyes teared up and dripped down her flushed face, mixing with the small amount of spit and precum that leaked out of her mouth. Snape forced her head farther onto his cock, dipping deeper into her tight throat; he just got harder listening to her choked gasps.
He was too big… he was always too big for this but he never cared. She couldn't take him all but he never cared. Mmmmm she loved him.
