Hermione shampooed her hair three times to erase the strong smell of honeysuckle from her long brown tresses. She had just finished rinsing the conditioner from her hair when Snape joined her in the shower. He stood behind her and began kissing her shoulder. She moaned, enjoying the delicious tingles his administrations were causing.
"You need to wash the flowery smell out of your hair, as well." Hermione said as she turned and wrapped her arms around him. She loved the feel of his naked body pressed up against hers. "If you smell like flowers, when we join the gang at the pub, they'll never let you live it down."
He kissed her softly on the lips, before changing positions with her in the shower and letting the warm water cascade over his head. His back was to her, and she smiled when she took in his nice ass and chiseled back. She knew he was subconscious about the scars on his back, but she had already conveyed to him that he was still beautiful despite his marks. Snape rinsed the soap out of his hair and turned in the shower just in time to catch her checking him out. He smirked as he reached down to grip his manhood with both hands and began soaping up.
"See something you like, Mrs. Snape?" He purred.
"Oh, I like it all, Sir. You have an extremely delicious package, and I suddenly find myself very hungry." She purred as she stepped closer.
Snape grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her away from him.
"Oh no, you don't, we'll never make it tonight, if you start something. You'll just have to prove you can be a good little girl tonight, and maybe I'll reward you." Her skin hummed under the light kisses he was placing on her shoulder, and then she felt the sharp slap he placed on her bum. She yelped in surprise.
"Until tonight, lover," she whispered as she blew him a kiss and stepped out of the shower.
Snape made a small growling noise before murmuring something about her being a little minx. She laughed and wrapped a towel around herself, leaving him to finish his shower in peace.
Hermione slipped into a soft, white mini skirt and a light blue, short sleeved top that was cut low in the front. She applied a little eye shadow and lip gloss before sliding on her sandals. Her hair had already begun to dry, so she gathered it into a pony tail high on her head. She remembered the scarf she had packed and thought it would look perfect with her outfit. She had placed most of their items in the bureau drawers provided, however, she remembered the scarf was still in the suitcase with the box Ginny had given her before they left.
The Potter's had just returned from their honeymoon and Ginny had been bursting at the seams to tell her of their awesome adventures. They made a date for when Hermione returned to get together and exchange notes, so to speak. Ginny had given her the big white box and with a wink told her not to open it until they were settled into the hotel. Apparently, while visiting Harry's old stomping grounds, Ginny had come across a specialty store and found something she said no girl should be without. Hermione used her wand to remove the shrinking spell and break the magical seal before lifting the lid off the box. She could almost feel the color drain out of her face as she sifted through its contents. It was no secret that Ginny was more open to new things than most girls; however, Hermione couldn't fight the shock at seeing the items the box contained. She pulled out a blindfold, fuzzy handcuffs, and a soft paddle the size of a ping pong paddle. The last item was some kind of whipping device. It was all black with several soft leather straps coming out the end of the short handle. All together it was only around 10 inches long. It looked like a deformed feather duster. Hermione giggled and slapped her open palm with the whip and gasped. She felt a tingle shoot from her hand all the way to her groin and moaned softly at the sensation. Thinking it was a fluke; she slapped her hand harder and almost came unglued. Bloody hell, she thought. This whip seemed to cause instant orgasmic feelings. Suddenly, the thought of handcuffing Severus to the bed and treating him to a session with the whip entered her mind. She squeezed her thighs together and fought to control her breathing as she tossed the items back into the box, like they were burning her, and slammed the lid back on. She knew Severus wasn't the type of man you just handcuffed to the bed without an explanation. She would have to devise a way to bring up the subject of utilizing Ginny's gifts without sounding like a sadist.
Hermione shoved the suitcase containing the box back into the closet, tied the scarf around her neck and waited for Severus to get dressed. He donned a pair of khaki pants and a green polo shirt. Even though it was still warm out, he refused to wear shorts as he felt his legs were too pale. After adjusting his collar to cover the scar on his neck, he slipped on a pair of brown sandals and ran a brush through his hair. He was frowning at himself in the mirror, when Hermione slipped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"You will be the most attractive man there, Severus. I'll have to make sure none of my girlfriends try to steal you from me."
"I doubt that, Hermione. However, I am more than willing to hex any man who tries to make off with my wife tonight." He turned to face her and pulled her gently against him. His breath warmed her ear and sent tingles down her spine as he warned, "you belong to me, and I do not share well with others." Hermione giggled and began nuzzling his neck.
"I don't know why you think other guys would even be interested in me, Severus. You're the one walking around all tall, dark and handsome. If Gertrude's reaction to you today was any indication, you will have to really be on your toes tonight. Don't let her corner you or get you alone. She's half vela and likes to test the boyfriends of the other female students to see if they will remain faithful. As a matter of fact, most girls actually ask her to put their men through the test. I would never ask her to do that, though. If you failed her little test, I would spend the rest of my life knowing you wanted her more than me."
"There's no chance of that happening. I've got everything I've ever wanted right here in my arms." Snape purred as he looked down into his wife's grateful face. Hermione smiled so brightly at Snape, he felt his heart would melt. He still couldn't believe this lovely young woman didn't realize how truly beautiful she was.
"If you're a good boy, tonight, I will reward you with something from the gift box Ginny gave us." Hermione said as she looked up into his face with a huge smile. She couldn't help but smile when she thought of all the things she wanted to do to him.
"You mean the box of pleasure toys Ginny gave us?" Snape asked with a knowing smirk.
"What? How do you know what's in the box?" Hermione asked, stepping back out of his arms and hitting him playfully on the chest. Snape rolled his eyes.
"Do you really think Harry would let Ginny give us something like that without warning me? He didn't want to risk having his bits hexed off when we returned from our honeymoon, especially if I weren't open to the idea of handcuffing you to the bed."
"Hey, who said I would be handcuffed. I've already devised a plan to have you at my complete mercy while I taste your entire body." Hermione said as she stepped back into his arms and reached down to stroke him through his trousers. His head dropped back and he moaned in pleasure. She was pleased to feel him begin to harden underneath her caresses. Snape pushed her back gently and turned her around to face the door.
"None of that, young lady; we are already late as it is. You will just have to wait until we get home tonight. Then we can decide who gets to be a submissive."
"Oh, you know about Dominants and Submissives?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"What do you know about it?" Snape asked as his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Only what I've read. Although, it's not a life style I would like to adopt; I do enjoy the thought of pleasuring you, unhindered."
Snape seemed to relax and replied, "I've only read about it as well. I agree; it's not a life style I would want either. I think, though, I will enjoy having you handcuffed to my bed so you can't yank on my hair when I'm licking your lovely little quim and making your cum."
"Hey, sometimes you don't know when to stop. I think if a woman is about to lose consciousness from being pleasured, you should give her a moment to regroup." Hermione said, flustered as she thought about gripping handfuls of her husband's hair to pull him away from her body and cease him from driving her insane. What if she was handcuffed? She would be at his total mercy and unable to pull him from...her body tingled at the thought, and she had to take a few deep breaths to regain her composure.
"Are you okay?" Snape asked slightly alarmed.
"Yes, just imagining the feeling of being totally at your mercy." She didn't miss the devious smile on his face as he ushered her out the door.
They arrived at the pub and drinks were being ordered and offered to them in celebration of their union. Gertrude made a big production of having saved them seats and pulled Severus into the chair next to her, with Hermione on the other side of him. Hermione smiled when she looked at her husband's frown and figured he didn't like being sandwiched between two women. However, she saw him lean over and whisper something into Gertrude's ear, causing the girl to giggle.
Hermione tried to remain calm and somewhat passive as Gertrude flirted with Severus all evening. Gertrude would brush up against him seemingly by accident or lean in close while talking to him. Snape finally broke his gaze away from Gertrude and happened to glance over at Hermione. He seemed slightly startled as if he had forgotten she had come with him. An old familiar ache began to build in her heart. Recently, he had gone out of his way to make her feel special; however, tonight he was making her feel...well, like she used to feel in Hogwarts around all the other pretty girls. She had been plain, bookish Granger and guys never looked at her twice. It was the same ache she experienced upon seeing Ron kissing Lavender Brown. Pushing that thought aside, Hermione forced herself to smile at him and wanted to kick him under the table when he turned back to Gertrude and whispered something in Gertrude's ear again. Hermione looked around and realized others were starting to notice. She saw Jenna and Kate share a knowing look. Hermione's palms began to sweat. This was not how she wanted her former classmates to remember her husband. She wanted them to see the caring Severus; the Severus who was affected by the tears. Snape jumped when Hermione reached under the table and squeezed his knee. He turned and looked at her sharply.
"Uhm, do you want to step outside and get some fresh air?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"Hermione," Gertrude leaned around Severus and chastised her, "I was just telling Severus about the time I did some modeling in Paris; do you mind? Where was I Sev?"
"You were just about to tell me what you did when the top of your bathing suit came undone." Severus purred as he placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, hanging on her every word. Hermione squeezed his knee again.
"Not now, Hermione." Snape hissed swatting at her not bothering to even turn around and look at her. Embarrassed laughter surrounded them, but Snape didn't seem to notice. He was too busy concentrating on blocking the improper thoughts Gertrude was throwing at him as she related some silly story about her modeling days. Snape was not impressed with this silly, self-important girl. She reminded him a lot of Bellatrix when she was a teenager, before she went mad.
Several moments later, Snape glanced over at Hermione and was surprised to see her nursing her drink while looking sad and dejected. He took a quick glimpse into her mind and was shocked to see that she thought her prediction about the evening was happening...Gertrude was taking her husband...Severus would not have passed the test. Snape silently bristled at the fact that she thought him untrustworthy and so easily swayed. However, he scanned the mind of the students sitting across the table from them and was horrified that they thought the same thing. Apparently, everyone thought he was enamored with Gertrude. Poor Hermione, she had married a loser, an unattractive, older loser at that. Gertrude was still yammering on about something, but Snape was no longer paying attention. He had to fix this. He couldn't have Hermione's friends thinking she had made a mistake in choosing him. His wife's feelings were more important than proving to himself that his Occulmancy skills hadn't been lessened by his brush with death.
"Hermione saved my life," Snape blurted out as he threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled his stunned wife up against him. "I woke up in the hospital, gazed into her lovely eyes and knew she was the only one for me. As a matter of fact, if it wasn't for her quick thinking, I would have died in the Shrieking Shack that night."
Hermione turned a grateful smile on him and he felt his heart ache at the sight of unshed tears in her eyes. He knew this sweet girl deserved so much better than him and he was doing such a crappy job at upholding his vow to make her never regret choosing to save him.
A couple of the students leaned forward and he could see he had their undivided attention now.
"So, it's true then," one of the male students asked, "you were really a spy for the Order?"
"Oh yes," Severus acknowledged, "I played my part so well that I fooled one of the most evil wizards ever known."
There was a mixture of oohs and aahs as the small group seemed to inch closer to hear the story. Snape held Hermione close and occasionally placed small kisses on his wife's forehead as he relayed the story of his wife's part in the great battle. Several of the students looked upon her in awe. They had read about it in the papers, however, she had always refused to talk about it. Everyone, except Gertrude, was wrapped up in his storytelling. Snape used the same pitch and tone that he used while teaching potions and Hermione noticed that more than one female student was smitten with his voice. Severus could read a recipe and make it sound sexy. Snape did not miss the grateful looks his wife gave him as she noticed her prior schoolmates listening with such rapt attention. Gertrude kept trying to turn the conversation back to her, however, Snape was good at redirecting the conversation to something wonderful Hermione had accomplished.
"Thank you," Hermione said softly, when there was a break in the conversation and the other students began talking amongst themselves about where they were, when news of the great battle broke out.
Snape placed a soft kiss on her upturned lips. He hadn't meant to make Hermione feel unimportant. Practicing his Occulmancy wasn't as important as his wife's feelings.
"She was getting boring anyway, sweetheart. She keeps trying to throw thoughts at me about being tied up while she pleasures me," Snape said with a sneer.
"Is that something that interests you, Professor?" Hermione whispered as she waggled her eyebrows at him
"Not with her," Snape sputtered.
"Oh, I didn't mean her, Professor, I meant with me. I would like nothing more than to tie you to the bed and spank your delicious little bottom until it was red and tingly." Snape's mouth fell open in shock as his wife took a sip of her drink and seductively licked her lips. He felt his cock harden and had to run his hand along the inside of his collar as it suddenly felt warm inside the room.
"Trouble in paradise?" Gertrude purred as she leaned around Snape and smirked at Hermione. Snape realized all conversation had stopped and everyone was watching them now.
"Far from it...I was just telling my husband what I plan on doing to him, once we return to our rooms; something along the line of tying him to our bed and having my way with him." Hermione said sweetly and gloated inside when she saw Gertrude swallow hard and look up at Severus.
"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing." Gertrude whispered under her breath, causing Snape to sneer at her. Hermione could tell by the way she sat back in her chair that Severus must have fixed her with his trademark glare; the one that reduced first years to tears. She felt a little sorry for Gertrude. She knew her husband had a commanding presence and someone like Gertrude would be drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Gertrude craved power and control. Bending someone like Severus to her will would be something she desired. Due to most of the girls on campus enlisting Gertrude's help in tempting their prospective boyfriends before they would commit to them; a good many prospective relationships never got off the ground because of Gertrude's rumored skills. Gertrude never went too far with the men; she only got them to the point where they began groping her before she issued them a firm slap and informed their girlfriends that they were not "the one." However, seeing the disappointed look on Gertrude's face gave Hermione the feeling that Gertrude would want to go all the way with Severus.
Hermione smiled at her husband when he kissed her on the cheek and told her he was going in search of the restrooms. After his departure, Hermione became engrossed in a conversation with one of the other students. She was surprised when one of her former classmates nudged her, indicating that Gertrude was no longer in the party area with them. Hermione swore under her breath and left to find Severus.
She turned the corner, near the restrooms, and was not the least bit surprised to see that Gertrude had Severus pinned against the wall and was trying to kiss him. It appeared as if Gertrude was taking it upon herself to test Severus. Hermione knew she meant well, however, it didn't seem very fair to him.
"Stop fighting it, Professor. I can make you feel incredible."
"Get off me you crazy witch." Snape hissed, turning his head away to keep her from kissing his mouth.
"You can't fool me... every time I have pushed thoughts into your head, you've gotten a hard on. You want to fuck me, don't you my dark, lovely, delicious man. If we ask really nice, I'll bet your wife will join us and you can see what it's like to please two witches at once."
Snape stared down at Gertrude in horror, "Are you crazy? I would never share Hermione with another man. What makes you think she would be willing to share me with another woman? What makes you think I would want to? I love Hermione."
"How about just a quick fuck, then? Hermione will never know. Just let me taste it; I bet you're delicious."
Hermione saw him shudder and suddenly felt sorry for him when he said through gritted teeth, "No, damn it! Get off me you crazy bitch. I don't want you...release me this instant!"
It was then that Hermione realized Gertrude must have Severus in some type of body bind spell. Hermione felt her temperature rise at the thought of Gertrude not playing fair.
Gertrude laughed lightly and managed to place a light kiss on Snape's lips before gasping in pain at the hex Hermione threw at her.
"Damn it, Hermione! That hurt!"
"First of all," Hermione said loudly, "He's not your dark, lovely, delicious man, he's mine. What the hell do you think you're doing? I told you I didn't want him subjected to your sick vela test." Hermione huffed as Gertrude stepped back from Severus.
"I'm only part-vela, by the way," Gertrude whined as she rubbed the spot on the back of her shoulder where the hex had hit her, "besides; every man should be tested for faithfulness. I'm just doing you a favor."
"A potential boyfriend can be tested, perhaps, but not a husband. What if he had failed your little test? It takes a great amount of willpower to resist you. I would have spent the rest of my married life knowing he would have picked you... not a good start to a marriage." Hermione said softly as Gertrude looked at her sheepishly.
"Sorry, Hermione, I hadn't thought about that. Uhm, so you're basically saying you're not going to share him with me... no three-way tonight?"
"Excuse me, ladies, but can someone release me, or are you going to keep discussing me like I'm a piece of meat?" Snape said with his trademark sneer.
"Well, that depends, Severus. Do you think we should invite Gertrude into our bed tonight?" Hermione asked sweetly. She knew what his answer would be, but wanted to tease him a little anyway.
"Are you mad, woman? I can barely keep up with you... besides this is an exclusive partnership. Now release me!" Snape barked.
"Gods, you're so lucky, Hermione. I wish I could find a guy as devoted to me as Severus is to you." She looked at Hermione with a little pout. "Are you sure you won't share him? Just one night? He can deny it all he wants, but every guy dreams of having two women at once."
Hermione gave an exaggerated sigh, "I would Gertrude, but you heard Severus; he said no." The two women shared a small smile each knowing that Hermione was only joking.
"Ha, ha, very funny." Severus huffed. "Please release me or I swear I will give you both a night you'll never forget."
"Oooohhh," Gertrude purred, "that's more like it."
Hermione laughed and Gertrude gave her a quick hug before she waved her wand to cancel the spell and then beat a hasty exit before Snape had a chance to retrieve his wand and hex her. He looked over to see Hermione standing there with her a smirk on her face.
"What's with the smug grin, wife? I'm beginning to think you like the idea of me being immobilized and molested." Snape said as he looked at her with narrowed eyes. He couldn't believe Hermione had just stood there while another woman had tried to kiss him. If he had stumbled upon another man trying to force Hermione into kissing him, he would have choked the life out him; not stand there and gloat.
"I'm just pleased that you passed Gertrude's test. Of course, I never wanted to subject you to her test, but I'm glad you survived. It takes a great amount of willpower to resist her charms."
Snape still looked skeptical as Hermione stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"I'm so sorry she put you through that, Severus. I did warn you not to let her get you alone. Most of the girls here have asked her to test their respective boyfriends. I realized she was attracted to you the moment she met you. You ooze sex appeal, Professor, and it's hard for a girl to resist. Can you ever forgive me for not protecting you better? I must admit though it was kind of hot watching you resist her advances. I can only imagine what you would have done if she had shoved her hand down your trousers..." She laughed at her husband's shocked look.
"That's not hot! How would you feel if I tied you down, slid my hand between your legs..." Snape declared indignantly, before noticing the glazed look in her eyes. "You little freak... you'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Only if it was you," Hermione whispered as she began placing hot kisses on his neck and along his jawline. "Admit it, Severus, you'd love it if I tied your hands to the headboard and had my delicious way with your body. Blindfolded would be even better, because you wouldn't know where my tongue was going to lick you next." Hermione smiled when she felt his body shudder.
"We need to get back to our hotel room and test your theory, madam." Snape purred, causing Hermione to become aware of the throbbing between her legs. Perhaps Ginny was on to something. Suddenly the thought of using everything in her gift box made her eager to leave. Hermione grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out to say goodbye to everyone.
Snape was surprised to receive a small round of applause and congratulations for passing, "the test." He was a little disconcerted that Gertrude had returned to the party and described what she had done to him and how he had resisted. One of the male students leaned over and confided that he had failed his test. Snape turned to see Hermione hug Gertrude goodbye and for an instant imagined what it would be like to have both girls service him at once. He snapped back to attention when he realized Hermione was staring at him with narrowed eyes. His wife knew exactly what he had been thinking and he offered her a sheepish smile before downing his drink and announcing to the small party that he had to take his wife back to their room and ravish her. It was Hermione's turn to look at him in shock as he grabbed her around the waist and steered her out the door as the group cheered and called out their goodbyes.
They barely made it into their room before Snape had her pinned against the wall and ran his hands up her skirt. He grabbed the waistband of her knickers and yanked them down. Hermione let them fall to the floor and kicked them away as she heard him undo his buckle. She gasped in surprise when he reached around and grabbed her bottom swiftly, lifting her up and pinning her against the wall again as he entered her in one powerful thrust. Hermione cried out and wrapped her legs around his waist as he began thrusting his hips forcefully, growling and nipping her neck with his teeth. She came completely undone and cried out as he continued pounding her through her first orgasm.
"Never, tease the beast, madam," Snape whispered harshly as he withdrew and dropped her to her feet suddenly. She gasped again as he spun her around and pressed his hand against her back to shove her over as he entered her from behind. "Grab your ankles!" He barked as he began slamming inside her. Hermione gripped her ankles and grit her teeth to keep from crying out. His thrusts were an equal measure between pleasure and pain. He drew back and slammed inside her so hard that she yelped. Snape immediately pulled her up so that she was standing with her back to him as he continued thrusting. "Tell me if I'm hurting you Hermione; I'm not trying to hurt you, sweetheart. Gods you feel so damn good..." Snape murmured before moaning and speeding up his pace. Hermione leaned over and placed her hands flat against the wall, moaning in pleasure as he held onto her hips and pulled her back to meet each of his thrusts. By now, he was thrusting so forcefully that she gasped in pleasure at each thrust and cried out for him to thrust harder. Snape grit his teeth and began thrusting so hard he thought for sure he would damage her; however, her gasps of pleasure was evidence that she was completely smitten with his level of force. His breath caught in his throat when she shrieked out and he felt her body clamp down around his cock. The force of her orgasm forced his cock out of her body. He had to reposition and thrust himself back inside her. She was quietly weeping now and begging him not to stop. Snape wasn't comfortable with the sound of his wife crying and worried that he had hurt her.
"Hermione, please don't cry," he whispered as he smoothed her hair off her back and leaned over to kiss her shoulder blades, still thrusting inside her.
"Merlin, you feel so good inside me," she whispered through her tears, "I can't help it...your cock feels so fuckin good in my tight little pussy."
He loved it when his wife talked dirty and rewarded her with picking the pace back up. She was practically screeching her pleasure when he slammed so hard inside her he lifted her off her feet and spilled his seed, crying out her name, over and over until his mind cleared and he was able to pull himself out of her. He felt dizzy for a moment and was glad that she reached out to steady him.
She laughed and placed a kiss on his lips before dragging him into the shower and helping him rinse off. He apologized for attacking her the moment they entered the hotel room, however, her talk of tying him to the bed had drove him out of his mind with desire.
She smiled and chewed on her lip thoughtfully before making a decision. He was surprised when she dragged him back out of the shower and made him stand naked in the middle of the bedroom. He stood dripping on the carpet wondering what his wife was up to, but thoroughly enjoying the view as she bent naked over the suitcase in the closet and extracted a large white box. He couldn't help but smirk when she laid the box on the bed and he saw her remove a pair of handcuffs.
"May I?" she asked holding out the cuffs. Snape nodded and held his wrists out in front of her. She instructed him to lie on his stomach on the bed as she handcuffed his hands behind his back. His breath hitched when she blindfolded him. She whispered reassurances and he became calm again. She helped him come up on his knees and thought she'd never seen anything sexier than Severus Snape on his knees, bent over with his face against his pillow and his lovely ass in the air. She reached into the box and pulled out the paddle.
"You were such a good boy, spurning Gertrude's advances. I'm going to reward you by paddling your little bum." Hermione purred as she knelt on the bed next to him. "I am going to spank you, Severus, and you are not to come until I give you permission. Do you understand and agree to this rule?" When Severus acknowledged her, she brought the paddle down on his left check.
"Yes! Oh fuck," Severus hissed.
"Would you like another?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"Yes, please give me another," Severus begged. Hermione continued to alternate the paddle on each of his cheeks as he cried out and begged for another. After the tenth whack, he was begging to come, almost beside himself with need. She stopped and rubbed his red bum and refused his request.
"Not yet, my angel." She purred as she exchanged the paddle for the whip.
"Spread your legs," she ordered as she lay on her back and slid between his legs so that his cock hung down in her face. Snape realized what she was doing and moaned when she gripped his cock in her hot little hand. He gasped when she placed the head in her mouth and began to suck gently. She kept her left hand around his shaft so he couldn't force his cock too far down her throat. He began moving his hips up and down so that he was gently fucking her mouth and moaning in pleasure. Hermione braced herself and gripped the whip in in right hand. She swung it up around his body and knew the moment it came in contact with his body. Severus bucked and cried out in immense pleasure as the straps came in contact with the sensitive skin on his bottom. By the third whack, he was practically sobbing his pleas to come.
"Come in my mouth, my delicious, dark angel." Hermione whispered and then placed her mouth back on his cock. Three more whacks of the whip and he was coming while screeching like a banshee. Hermione smiled as he came down from his high, whimpering and trembling.
Hermione was very pleased with herself as she tapped the handcuffs with her wand, unlocking them, and giggled when Severus collapsed on the bed. He removed the blindfold as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him soundly. Snape rolled over on top of her and began placing kisses on her neck and shoulders. He took both her hands in his and held her hands up over her head as he continued planting kisses across her chest. Suddenly, he slid his hands down to her wrists and wrapped his long fingers around them. Hermione gasped as he straddled her, dragged her body up the bed, hooked the handcuffs around the bed rail and attached them to both of her wrists. He gave her a smug little grin and kissed her lips lightly before sliding the blindfold over her eyes.
Hermione's breathing increased from excitement. She knew she could trust him not to hurt her and began looking forward to what he was about to do. Snape began running his tongue across her nipples and then blowing on them. Hermione was gasping as her nipples hardened. Snape picked up the whip and lightly brought it down across her breasts. He was not prepared for her shriek of pleasure and almost dropped the whip. After she convinced him that she was all right, he began lightly slapping her body with the whip as she cried out in ecstasy. He grabbed her waist and rolled her over, careful that the cuffs twisted as well. He positioned her on her knees, much like the position she had him in just a few moments ago. She was whimpering now as he picked up the paddle and gently paddled her bum. He didn't get the same reaction as he had with the whip, so he dropped the paddle and brought the whip down on her backside. She shook and screamed that she was going to come. Snape got an idea and positioned himself behind her. He placed himself at her entrance and trust inside her with one powerful thrust. She cried out and he fought to stay in control. She was bucking her hips, trying to force him to ride her. Snape grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, keeping her lower back curved so he could continue his administrations.
"You like it rough, witch?" He purred.
"Yes, please, punish me Severus."
"Okay, but the same rule applies to you. You don't get to come until I give you permission. Do you accept this rule?"
"Yes, oh yes." She pleaded.
Snape fought back a groan and pushed his knees up against the back of her legs so she moved closer to the headboard. She was practically up on her hands and knees as he took her from behind. He timed his thrusts with the whacks of the whip across her stomach and breasts. By the fourth whack with the whip across her stomach, she shrieked as her sex gripped him like a vice and he felt her wetness run down his thighs. He yanked a little harder on her hair, careful not to hurt her.
"I don't recall telling you it was okay to come, Mrs. Snape." He said in his teaching voice. He used his wand to unlock the handcuffs from the bed railing and reattached them to both of her wrists. "I'm afraid I will have to punish you, naughty girl."
Hermione chewed on her bottom lip as he pulled her to her feet and led her across the room. The blindfold kept her from seeing; however, she figured he was taking her over to the desk that sat against the wall.
Snape sat down in the desk chair and pulled Hermione over his lap. "Count for me."
She was a little confused until she felt the paddle come down on her left cheek.
"One," She whispered in surprise.
"Louder, Mrs. Snape, when you are bad in class, the teacher reserves the right to paddle you in front of the class."
His sexy voice and the thought of him paddling her in front of the class caused her moan.
He brought the paddle down harder on her right cheek and she cried out, "two." Her whole body felt like it was on fire and she fought not to come again.
"Do you like it when your professor punishes you, Mrs. Snape?" Snape purred.
"Yes, oh yes, I love it when my Professor spanks my hot little bottom and makes my pussy so wet." Hermione hissed, causing Snape to shudder. He felt his cock getting hard again and was amazed at his own stamina.
"Do you like it when your professor pleasures you, Mrs. Snape?" Snape purred again as he slipped two fingers inside her wet folds and began stimulating her clit.
Hermione cried out and trembled as she fought the urge to come again.
"Please, professor, you are going to make me come again," she cried out as he sped up his strokes.
"No, Mrs. Snape, you do not come again until I give you permission." He barked out as he pulled her to her feet and led her back over to the bed. Hermione sighed in anticipation when he secured her to the bed as he had before. He started by running his tongue over her nipples as he reminded her again not to come until he gave permission. She smiled at him and promised to be a good girl. If it weren't for the blindfold, she would have seen his devious smile before he slid down and positioned himself between her legs. She cried out and arched her back when she felt his hot tongue run across her clit. Lying on his stomach, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and forced her legs to stay apart while he drove her insane with his tongue. Hermione screamed her pleasure until she became hoarse, and yet he continued. Hermione thought she would go mad with pleasure. He finally gave her permission to come and it was during her third orgasm that she lost consciousness.
She awoke to her husband's worried face, as he cradled her in his arms. The handcuffs and blindfold had been discarded on the floor.
"Shit, Hermione, you scared the hell out of me." Snape admonished.
"I told you...you don't know when to stop and let a woman regroup." Hermione whispered hoarsely. Snape pressed a glass of water in her hand and she drank the whole glass, grateful for its soothing effect. Snape leaned down and kissed her wet lips as he took the glass back from her.
"Okay, I guess we need to come up with a word that means, 'help, I'm about to pass out,' okay?" Snape said still looking concerned.
Hermione leaned up and kissed him softly, "yes, that does sound like a good idea." Snape used his wand to clean them and then pulled Hermione into his arms and held her tightly as she began to drift off to sleep.
"I had a good time, tonight," Hermione said sleepily against his chest. "I don't mean just now, I mean tonight at the club, as well."
"Yes, other than being subject to some sick loyalty test, I had a good time, as well." Snape said dryly.
Hermione smiled and placed a few kisses on his neck as she snuggled closer to him, enjoying the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her. "I said I was sorry about that. Besides, even though I had no idea she was going to test you, you still passed with flying colors." She pulled back some so she could look into his dark, alluring eyes. "You know I love you, right? I would never ask Gertrude to test you...what she did tonight was on her own. I mean I knew she was attracted to you, I just didn't know she would go to such lengths to get you. Oh course, I can't say I blame her; you are addictive. I don't blame her for trying to take you."
"She could never take me from you," Snape said kissing his wife on the nose. "You are my past and my future. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. No one can ever replace what you mean to me—what we have together."
Hermione smiled and placed her head back against her husband's chest and fell asleep. Snape covered them both with the bed cover and held his wife tightly as he joined her in slumber.