Of Frock Coats and Fantasy Chapter 9, a harry potter fanfic

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Hermione arrived at the Great Hall Wednesday morning to a cacophony of hushed conversations. She slid into her normal spot next to Ginny at the Gryffindor table, quietly tuning into the chatter around her as she filled her plate.

"Looks like Snape's back already, guess they couldn't hold him." A tall sixth year boy Hermione couldn't remember the name of said.

"I wonder what they arrested him for." The girl across from him replied.

Hermione scoffed, "He was not arrested!"

All eyes turned to her. Ginny elbowed her gently, clearing her throat pointedly.

"How do you know that?" Seamus asked through a mouthful of scrambled eggs. Heat bloomed in Hermione's face. Oh, bollocks. The imaginary Snape in her mind rolled his eyes at her.

But, as Gryffindor as she was, she was also excellent at coming up with on-the-spot explanations.

"I asked the Headmistress," she replied in her most 'obviously' tone, "and anyway, do you really think he'd be back at Hogwarts this morning if that had happened?"

Seamus shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time."

Neville cut in from the other side of Ginny. "You were here last year too, Seamus. You know he did everything that he could to help us. And Harry."

Hermione gave Neville a grateful smile. He really had come into his own in the last couple of years. It was hard to even see the nervous, round faced first year he'd been when she first met him anymore.

Seamus held up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm not disagreeing there, mate, just saying I wouldn't be surprised is all...He did voluntarily join the Death Eaters. Not sure if one can ever fully come back from that."

The blush in Hermione's cheeks deepened, this time in anger. "You have no idea what you're talking about! How can you sit there and… and.."

There was a sharp jab to her side. She whipped her head to the left to look at Ginny who seemed to be trying to communicate something to her with just her eyeballs. Hermione huffed and turned back to Seamus.

"You have no right to sit there making judgements when you - "

Ginny cut her off with an emphatic "Hermione!"

Hermione whipped her head around once again, exasperated. "What!?"

"I need to talk to you!" Ginny said, brown eyes gesturing wildly to the side.

"I'm sort of in the middle of something here, Gin, can't it wait?"

"No, it really can't. Let's go!"

She was doing that thing with her eyeballs again as she stood up and grabbed Hermione's forearm, trying to yank her up out of her seat. Hermione rolled her eyes and allowed herself to be pulled up and away from the table.

"Alright, fine!"

Ginny pulled her along by the arm, walking briskly out of the Great Hall, then pulled her into the first deserted classroom they found. She shut the heavy door and pulled out her wand to cast a strong silencing charm on it, then spun around to face Hermione.

Hermione folded her arms against her chest and stared down the redhead, still feeling quite cross.

"Okay, what is it you need to tell me? This better be good!"

Ginny rolled her eyes and gave her an exasperated look. "Honestly, Hermione, you were being pretty obvious about things I'm sure you'd rather be kept secret."

"What do you mean? I've always stood up for Professor Snape!"

Ginny laughed and shook her head. "Yeah, but not like that. That was not a normal reaction. That was personal, and anyone with functioning eyes could see it."

Oh dear. That wasn't true, was it? Ginny was surely just hyper aware because she knew about her and Snape…

"You're just saying that because you already know about it. No one else would put two and two together."

Ginny shrugged. "Maybe not… But I wouldn't risk it if I were you. I won't pretend like I know Snape better than you do," she smirked, "but I'm willing to bet he'd agree with me here."

Hermione hadn't even thought about what Severus would think. She'd been too caught up in her outrage. He had told her not to get 'worked up' on his behalf… Loathe as she was to admit it, Ginny was probably right.

Hermione sighed and sat down on an abandoned desk, her annoyance suddenly deflated.

"Who are you and when did you get so wise?" She asked, smiling sheepishly at her younger friend.

Ginny grinned. "Can I please get that in writing? No one ever listens to me!"

When Hermione finally entered Professor Snape's rooms on Friday evening she was beyond ready to see him again. It was getting ridiculous, the amount of time she spent thinking about him, and missing him, and wondering what he was doing, and knowing he was somewhere within the same castle as her, but at the same time, so far away. Luckily the talk about Snape among the student body had died down and she hadn't embarrassed herself with any further outbursts. Though she did wonder how Severus was feeling about it all, and if he'd had any more contact from the Ministry.

She couldn't help the wide smile that stretched over her face when she first set eyes on him in his sitting room. He was settled in the armchair with a book, which he set aside when she entered. Hermione waltzed straight across the room and took her place on his lap, sidesaddle, before he could even ask. Severus raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well… Hello, Miss Granger." One large hand slithered around to rest at her lower back, thumb stroking idly.

"Hi, sir. How are you?"

"I…" He seemed puzzled by her question, "I'm fine… I wanted to talk to you about Tuesday."

Hermione gave him a chagrined little smile and tucked her face into his neck.

"Oh no you don't," he chastised, "look at me."

She raised her head to look him in the eye. A shiver ran down her spine at his dark gaze. She bit her lip.

"I'm not going to punish you. You were technically not wrong about my words," He grumbled, "In the future I will make an effort to use more precise language. However, that does not mean that I will always so easily tolerate your cheek. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir, I understand."

Just admit it, Severus, you liked it.

"Good… Now, are you ready to be my good girl?"

Hermione grinned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Yes, sir!"

"Alright," he patted her thigh, "go use the bathroom and do anything else you think you may need to do to prepare. I plan to have you indisposed for quite a while…"

Hermione's eyes widened anxiously. Indisposed? Severus smirked at her reaction. She got up hesitantly, determined not to ruin their fun tonight by earning a real punishment. Though she did secretly hope he'd find a reason to give her a spanking.

Who am I kidding? Of course he will.

Severus caught her by the wrist before she could walk away.

"When you're ready I want you to go into the bedroom and get into position on the coffee table. You remember what that means, right?"

Now she was really nervous. Last time he'd had her do that she'd had a mini meltdown. She wasn't sure why it bothered her so much, they'd done much more intense stuff with no issue. Taking a fortifying breath, she nodded.

"Yes, sir. I do."

Severus let go of her wrist and she all but bolted for the bathroom.

Severus waited several minutes for Hermione to finish up. After he heard the bathroom door open he gave her another minute to get settled before he entered the bedroom.

Every time he got to see her naked body he felt like a child on Christmas morning. Perhaps a child that had been on the naughty list but had received a gift anyway, because surely Severus didn't deserve it. She was kneeling on the low coffee table, completely bare, legs spread wide, hands behind her head, pushing her chest up towards the ceiling. He had a perfect view of her pert little bum, still bruised from the weekend before. She didn't seem to realize he was there yet. Her chest moved up and down with slow deep breaths. She was trying to calm herself. He had wondered if she would struggle with this position the second time around.

He circled around to her front and she startled visibly when she noticed his presence. She looked calmly into his eyes but he could sense her nervous energy. Severus cupped her cheek in one hand.

"Good girl." He soothed. Hermione leaned into his touch and closed her eyes briefly.

"Can you tell me why this position upsets you?" He asked.

Hermione bit her lip, eyes moving back and forth slightly as she contemplated the question. Finally, she whispered, "I'm not sure, sir…"

"Hmm." He pulled his hand back from her face and began to walk in slow circles around the coffee table, hands clasped behind his back.

"Is it your nudity being on display for me?"

Her bushy ringlets bounced as she shook her head. "No, sir."

"I didn't think so… You willingly display yourself in much more lewd positions for me. Is it the kneeling? The signaling of your submission to me?" He mused.

"No, sir."

"No, you're right, you seem quite at home on your knees…"

Hermione's lip twitched with an embarrassed little smirk. Severus leaned down to her level and tucked a clump of wild curls behind her ear.

"Tell me why it bothers you and perhaps I can ease your mind."

"I… I think it's the way you… inspect me. Like you're sizing me up to decide if I'm good enough for your attention.." Her brown eyes darted nervously around his face, never lingering on his eyes. Her arms and legs had developed a tremor.

Good enough?

"Oh, love, that is not at all my intention." He cupped her face once again, stroking the smooth skin of her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "This is not an exam that you can fail. The purpose of this position is to get us both in the right mindset to play. It's a visual representation of our roles. The inspection has many purposes, the first being a check up on your physical wellbeing. I need to be sure that you're healthy before our evening begins- especially considering you have a history of omission in that department." He gave her a stern look. "I also need to check on any healing injuries from previous play or punishments and decide if they should stay or if I'd like to heal you to start off with a clean slate…"

Hermione's cheeks reddened. Severus continued.

"In some circumstances I may want to check that you've been following the rules I've set for you. Today that doesn't apply, but it might in the near future." He smirked at the way her eyes widened.

"But again, like I said, you cannot fail. This isn't your NEWTS. Obviously there may sometimes be behavior that I feel is unacceptable, and when that happens it's my responsibility to correct it and get us both back on the right track. Your wellbeing is my responsibility. Your pleasure, your pain, everything, it's mine. Let me take care of you. If you weren't good enough, do you think I would bother? You are more than good enough, Hermione." His voice had lowered down to a whisper by the end of his explanation.

Hermione's eyes shone with unshed tears. He kissed her forehead gently, then straightened up to stand.

"Okay, love, you can get down now." He offered her a hand and helped her step down from the coffee table. Then he knelt down to untie his boots and took them off before getting up onto the bed. He slid back until he was leaning against the headboard and patted his lap.

"Come lie over my lap, I want to look at your bum."

She obediently climbed up onto the bed and slid down over his lap on her belly. His hands were immediately drawn to her arse like a magnet, smoothing and squeezing and caressing her skin. The bruises he'd given her before had faded to a yellowish green hue.

"This is healing nicely. I think we'll leave it be." He mused, running his hand slowly up and down her body from thigh to lower back. He just barely made out Hermione's contented sigh from beneath her mountain of hair.

Her signature wiggle had begun; she pushed her bum up into his hands, her hips circling in a restless dance. She was such an eager little thing. It drove him crazy.

"You seem a bit anxious, Miss Granger. Is there something you need to ask me?"

She groaned into the mattress then turned her head to the side, brushing the curtain of hair that covered her face out of the way so she could look up at him. Good girl.

"Will you please spank me, sir?"

He raised a brow at her. He had expected her to ask for an orgasm, or his cock. Not that he would've complied. Not yet.

"Since you asked so nicely."

Without pause he lifted his hand and brought it down on one cheek with a smack. Her whole body jumped and she let out a little squeak. Severus shook his head in amusement.

He began spanking her in earnest, varying the pace and strength of the smacks to keep her on her toes. The jiggle of her bum under his palm was mesmerizing. Her prone position allowed for much more movement than when she was bent over his knee or his desk.

"You know…" he stopped to rub her bum after a particularly hard smack, "You said you want me to use you, yet you seem upset by the objectification of your inspection…" He smacked her hard again and she moaned into the duvet, thrusting her bum up to meet the caress that followed.

"Which is it, Princess? Do you want to be my little plaything or not?"

She just whimpered into the mattress, pelvis twitching wildly over his lap. Severus gave her a sharp smack on the sensitive skin where her thigh met her bum and she yelped.

"Answer me." He demanded, grabbing hold of the mass of hair that covered her face and yanking it up out of the way. Her face nearly matched the bright red of her arse.

"Yes! I want to, sir!" She breathed, chest heaving.

"You want to what?"

"I want to be your… plaything, sir.."

Fuck. She was like a teenage boy's wet dream come to life. His cock gabe an approving twitch inside his trousers. Snape eased his grip on her hair.

"Good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

She shook her head no.

"Alright, up you go." He said, patting her bum. Hermione got up off his lap and onto her knees and looked at him, clearly waiting for more instructions.

"I want you in the middle of the bed, flat on your stomach." He told her, getting up off of the bed himself. He walked over to his wardrobe and opened the bottom drawer, searching around briefly until he found his long length of red rope. It was twisted and tied into a thick coil that he deftly unfastened as he made his way back to Hermione.

He'd picked out the rope just for her. The deep scarlet color was going to look amazing in contrast to the creamy peach of her skin.

"I like to dress up my playthings, Miss Granger," he drawled as he came to hover over her at the side of the bed, "and I have just the thing." He ran the tip of one finger slowly down her spine. She shivered at his touch. He would've liked to have seen her face, but her wild curls were once again blocking the view. He'd have to fix that…

Dress up? What does that mean?

Hermione was too nervous to turn her head and look. He kept pressing light, teasing touches to her body and she flinched every time, body on high alert. The anticipation was killing her. He had to know how fidgety it made her when he loomed over her like that…

"So tense, love.." His voice was right behind her ear now, smooth and low. His hand massaged her bum. "Take a deep breath… That's it… Are you ready to relax and be my good girl?"

Gods. He certainly knew the magic words. Hermione's thighs spread a bit wider in an automatic response. How embarrassing.

She felt Severus pull away from her briefly but then he was back, and something was sliding over the skin of her calf. Okay, now she was intrigued. She gathered up her tumble of hair and held it out of the way while she turned her head as far as she could to try and see what he was doing down there. She didn't want to risk his ire by moving too much. He was wrapping up her left leg with bright red rope. Her breath caught in her throat. Oh fuck.

She had enjoyed it last time, but it was still a terrifying position to be in. Tied up tight and helpless… completely at his mercy… Oh, who was she kidding? She loved it. She flopped her face back down to the mattress, surrendering to his ministrations. She was determined to let go and trust the process. That was easier said than done, however…

He certainly took his time tying her up. There was a lot of wrapping, and so many knots. Many times she had to roll slightly to each side to allow him to wrap the rope around her pelvis and chest. Soon enough her arms were pinned behind her back, and he'd definitely tied her pelvis and legs in some way, though her legs were still separate so it was hard to tell.

"Alright," Severus said. He was backing away from the bed. "I'm going to lift you now, okay?"

Lift me? Hermione wasn't sure if he was looking for a verbal response, but she replied just in case.

"...Okay, sir."

Suddenly she was lifting up off of the bed and hovering over it. She whipped her head to the side to find Severus using his wand to levitate her. He guided her over towards him, walking backwards until they were in the middle of the room. Then he paused, holding her levitated at about the level of his waist, and messed around with the ropes on her back. She couldn't get a good look at what he was doing and it was driving her mad.

"What…" She licked her suddenly dry lips, "what are you doing, sir?"

"You'll see." He replied distractedly. Ugh!

He stepped back from her body and lifted his wand. Hermione's heart dropped into her stomach. He ended the levitation spell and she squeezed her eyes shut. Oh my God. The ropes seemed to squeeze her a bit tighter in some spots but… she hadn't fallen… She opened her eyes. Severus was leering at her gleefully. She did an experimental wiggle. Her body swayed from side to side slightly, but she stayed suspended in the air.

Am I… Hanging from the ceiling?

The ties around her pelvis and legs made sense now. Her thighs were spread wide but both ankles were strung up and attached to the rope that was hanging from the ceiling. The ropes that wrapped up her chest and arms were probably attached to the same one, almost like a hogtie position, except her ankles and wrists weren't tied to each other.

"I'm going to check you over quickly, tell me if there's any spots you can't feel, okay?"

He circled her suspended form, patting and squeezing her entire body and narrating as he went, only moving on when she'd confirm that all felt normal. When that was finished he stepped back and eyed her critically.

"Hmmm… one last thing, I think." Severus mused.

She felt his hands in her hair. He gathered it up and wrapped something around it, then yanked it rather firmly backwards and secured it. Ouch. Her neck was pulled taut now, and her scalp buzzed with the tension on her roots. She wiggled her head in an experimental gesture. Her hair follicles screamed. Yep, her hair was definitely attached to the ropes above her shoulders.

Wrapped up in her investigations she hadn't even noticed Snape walking away, but he must have because he was coming back towards her now, with something shiny and metallic in hand. Oh God, what now?

He seemed to sense her hesitancy, if the giant smirk on his face was any indication. He flicked his wand towards the ceiling and Hermione's body rose up higher until he was right in front of her, at eye level. He held up the small glinting chain for her to see.

"We can't forget the accessories, can we?"

He was really running with the dress up metaphor. She studied the item in his hands. It was a short silver chain with two small black rubber ends. Suddenly she realized she'd seen them before in books, quite a few times, actually. Nipple clamps. A nervous tingle ran up her spine. She'd seen them in pictures but had no real idea of what to expect. Hopefully they weren't painful…

He tugged at each of her nipples in turn, pulling and twiddling until they puckered up into hard pink tips. It felt good, she couldn't deny that (her pussy certainly wasn't…) but her anxiety was winning out this time. She eyed him warily as he opened the clamps and snapped each one into place and oh. That wasn't so bad. They were tight, but she didn't feel any pain, just a lot of pressure.

"Perfect." Severus breathed, staring down at her chest. Hermione tried to follow his gaze but the strain on her scalp was too much. Then he must have tugged on the chain, because there was a great weight stretching her nipples away from her body and sweet Circe it was intense. A loud moan was ripped involuntarily from her throat, and her pelvic muscles clenched, straining and searching fruitlessly for some friction. Her taut, prone position made certain she found nothing but air and, if anything, that just made her even more wet. Now that her anxiety had calmed somewhat it was readily apparent just how leaky her pussy had gotten.

"Look at you, Princess," He started to circle around her suspended form, "All trussed up and ready for me… Where do I even begin?..." He was behind her now, "So many choices…"

His hands grabbed hold of her arse, roughly spreading her cheeks wide. Hermione whimpered.

"Hmm…" He hummed thoughtfully. One hand pulled away from her bum and he tickled her clit with the tip of one finger.

Yes!

He pulled the finger away. Hermione whined at the loss, trying to push her center back into his reach but her bonds were too tight, and she couldn't get any leverage.

Both hands had left her bum now and she felt him spread her labia with two fingers. A third slid easily into her pussy and he rotated it a few times, making little humming noises every few seconds. It felt very clinical, the way he was touching her, as if he were… checking her oil, or something. It was very obvious he was trying to avoid stimulating her too much, and it was setting her teeth on edge.

Snape soon slid his finger back out of her vagina and trailed it upwards to circle the crinkled whorl of her back entrance. She tensed up as soon as she felt it, and Severus's rumbling chuckle followed. He clicked his tongue,

"Patience, love, we'll get there… Eventually."

She wasn't sure if he had actually mistaken her anxiety for eagerness or if he was just teasing her, but either way she let out a sigh of relief when he pulled his finger away. He walked back around to face her.

"I think we'll start here…"

His thumb traced over her lower lip and Hermione opened her mouth obediently. Snape's gaze darkened visibly.

"I've been thinking about this sweet little mouth of yours even more since Tuesday night…" His thumb slipped past her parted lips and he stroked her tongue gently. "So eager to be filled…"

She moaned around his digit and wrapped her lips around it, sucking hard. Severus was doing that thing again, looking at her like he was trying to stare straight into her soul. His lip curled up in a slight sneer as he hissed,

"Yessss. Tell me what you need, little girl." He slipped his thumb out of her mouth and stroked the side of her jaw instead, his damp digit leaving a trail of her own saliva on her skin. Hermione prepared her sweetest voice, as it seemed like what he was after.

"I need your cock in my mouth, sir."

It seemed to work, because he quickly got out his wand and lowered her down to crotch level, then made quick work of his belt and zipper. He freed his cock and hot damn, she would never get tired of the sight.

"Stick out your tongue." He demanded.

She did, and he wiped the head of his cock back and forth on her tongue, painting it in his salty precum. When his tip left her tongue she closed her mouth and swallowed reflexively, only realizing too late that he hadn't asked her to do that. She flicked her eyes up to his face quickly, worried about his reaction. She needn't have worried, the look in his eyes was pure heat.

"Fuck. You're my little come slut, aren't you?"

She gave him a bashful little smile. Thank Merlin.

"Yes, sir."

He tapped her lips with his tip again and smirked down at her.

"Kiss it."

Hermione had to hold back a giggle. Really, kiss it? She placed a chaste little kiss on his glans, watching his face closely. Her eyes were starting to protest from the strain of looking up, but she didn't want to miss his reaction. He raised one dark brow.

"Come on, like you mean it." He was truly leering at her now, and tapping his cock impatiently against her mouth.

Hermione raised her own brow in an imitation of him, then wrapped her lips around his velvety head in a passionate kiss, flicking her tongue briefly into his slit. Severus hummed his approval.

"That's better. Now suck my cock."

So bossy.

She wrapped her lips around him again, but quickly realized her current position didn't allow her much movement at all. Every time she tried to move her head the roots of her hair screamed in protest. She looked back up at Snape and growled in frustration at the amusement in his eyes. He was clearly enjoying her struggle, as usual.

"What's the matter, Princess?" He teased, stroking her jaw gently with one hand, "Do you need some help?"

She nodded reluctantly. "Mmmhmphh"

"All you had to do was ask." He shrugged and she had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. He tightened his grip on her jaw and slid his cock halfway into her mouth in one firm thrust. She breathed in sharply through her nose, willing her gag reflex to settle down. Severus grunted low in his throat and began to fuck her mouth slow and steady, giving her a chance to adjust to the intrusion. It was surprisingly much easier to control her gagging when she could just stay still and focus on her breathing instead of worrying about keeping up a good pace.

Just as she was getting used to the pace of his thrusts and starting to enjoy the feel of the head of his cock popping back and forth past her lips, Snape bent down slightly and grasped the chain that still hung between her breasts and gave it a good tug.

Fuck!

It felt even more intense than the first time, probably due to the amount of time spent with the clamps on. Pleasure and pain melded together and shot like an arrow straight to her core. She struggled against her bonds, desperate to rub her thighs together, to no avail. In her distraction she hadn't even noticed that Severus had slipped even further into her throat with no issue.

He started to tug gently on the chain in time with his thrusts, sending jolts of liquid heat to her center over and over as he slowly slid deeper and deeper into her throat. She was moaning obscenely loud around his length, not even sure herself if she was vocalizing in pleasure or protest, the myriad of sensations were too overwhelming to decipher.

She was quickly slipping into that hazy, euphoric place where she didn't much care what happened anymore, she just wanted more. She just wanted him - anything he was willing to give her.

What felt like ages later - but could just as well have been mere moments - he suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth, gripping the base of his shaft tightly. Hermione mewled in protest, absentmindedly smoothing her tongue over her numb lips.

"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet." Severus told her through gritted teeth.

All of the sudden he was holding up something shiny and bulbous in front of her face.

"Do you know what this is, love?" He asked, turning the item around in each direction so she could get a good look.

"Yes, sir."

"Tell me."

"It's a … butt plug, sir." Her face heated at the sound of the crass name in her own voice.

The plug was shiny stainless steel and small, maybe the size of Snape's thumb at the widest point. The flared base was a cutesy heart shape with a large jewel in the center in Slytherin green.

Of course it's green.

"Are you ready to start stretching that tight little arse of yours?"

Oh my god. She thought there was a pretty good chance she could come untouched if he kept saying things like that. She started to nod but flinched when her hair was pulled once again.

"Yes, sir!"

He started walking away, disappearing from her view. She heard his voice behind her.

"I'm going to start with a special cleansing charm, okay? Have you read about those?"

"Yes."

"Good. It won't hurt at all, but it may tingle a bit. Are you ready?"

She bit her lip, then whispered her assent.

She gasped when a sudden rush of cool air spread through her colon, leaving an odd tingling sensation behind. Oh wow.

A finger slid into her pussy and she groaned. Yes, please make me come!

"Are you ready for more, love?" He pulled his finger out and spread it over her little pucker, lubing it up with her own juices.

"Yes! Please, sir!"

His finger paused. "Please what?"

"Please finger my bum, sir!" She whined.

Normally she'd be dying from embarrassment being made to say that out loud but she was past the point of caring. She needed him to touch her, like, now.

"You're being a very good girl today."

His voice had taken on that gravelly pitch that made her knees weak. She felt something cold on her bum and then his finger was circling again, teasing her hole.

"Please, sir, I need you!" She begged.

Then three different things happened at once; the clamps on her nipples clicked open and fell to the ground, then there was a finger flicking over her clit while another slowly pushed its way into her arsehole.

Oh. My. God.

Her nipples felt like they were in burning, tingling hell as blood flow rushed back into them. But the finger tickling over her little nub soothed the flames; the two sensations warred inside her with such intensity she hardly even noticed the finger gently easing into her bum at first. Until it popped past the tight ring of muscles and holy fuck.

"Fuck!" She panted out, squeezing her eyes shut tight and struggling against her bonds. She couldn't keep still, the onslaught of different sensations was nearly too much to handle.

"Mmm, your sweet little arse is so tight, Princess. I knew you'd love this. Just wait till I get my cock inside…"

Hermione whimpered at the thought. If his finger felt like this… What would his cock feel like? Oh Gods. His finger wiggled a little bit deeper into her arse and she was quite suddenly on the edge of coming.

"Uhhhh Gods! May I come, sir?" She sobbed out desperately. The finger flicking over her clit paused and she groaned in frustration.

"Not just yet, love, let's get this plug in."

He fingered her arse thoroughly, thrusting in and out and wiggling from side to side, stretching her out. The finger on her clit was still flicking back and forth but had slowed to a crawl, stopping her from reaching her peak. She was about ready to pull her hair out.

"I'm ready, sir! Please put the plug in me!"

His finger slipped out and was replaced with the cold metal of the plug.

"Just relax…." He soothed as he gently thrusted the tip of the plug back and forth against her hole, "that's it… You look so bloody sweet with your bum filled."

Hermione shuddered as the plug finally slipped past her entrance and was fully seated inside her. Snape wiggled the base and it rubbed against her sensitive walls just right, coaxing a jagged little whimper from her lips.

"Yessss, look at you. My naughty little Princess.."

He circled around her floating form once and then came around to face her, crouching down to her level. He cupped her chin with one large hand.

"How are you doing, love?"

"I'm alright, sir… I need your cock, please." She gave him her best puppy dog eyes. He smirked at her display.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about that slippery little pussy of yours." He covered her mouth with his - the first kiss he'd given her that night - and she melted against his lips. He pulled away entirely too soon and she pouted petulantly.

"Patience, Hermione," He told her with a chuckle, "I just need to check you over again. The ropes are charmed to avoid nerve compression, but I'd like to check anyway just in case."

He circled around her body once again, repeating the checks he'd done before. She truly did feel fine, just antsy and a bit claustrophobic. Most of all she just wanted him inside her already. She felt like she'd been waiting for ages.

Finally he completed his once over, and came back to stand behind her. His hands slid up her thighs and towards her center, sliding around back and forth, purposely avoiding her throbbing center. She was about ready to cry when he finally stroked a finger down the center of her quim, parting her folds gently.

"You know what I'm waiting for, don't you?"

Waiting for? Her mind raced. She couldn't think properly… Her brain was complete mush except for the little voice chanting 'fuck me fuck me fuck me!'. Wait, voice, that's it! Duh, Hermione.

"Please fuck my pussy, sir. I'm so wet for you!" She pleaded, hoping she was right, and he'd been waiting to hear her say it.

"There's my good girl.." He crooned as he lined up his cock and slowly slid home.

"Oh Gods, Severus, yesss!"

She felt stuffed to the gills. The plug wasn't very big, but it was the most she'd ever had in her arse, and she could feel the little bit of resistance it created every time Severus pulled out and pushed back into her.

"Fuck, your pussy is so perfect." He growled, grabbing hold of the rope harness around her pelvis to keep her from swinging away and slamming into her harder. His hips pushed against the plug with every thrust, jostling it deep against her sensitive inner walls.

"Yes! Harder!" She cried. Each thrust was punctuated by her little 'uh!'

"You like your plug, don't you?" He panted out, fitting a hand between their bodies to press against the flared base of the plug, pushing it around in tight circles, setting her nerve endings aflame.

"Y-yes, sir!"

"I knew you would. You're my dirty little girl, aren't you?... I can't wait to stretch your tight little hole with my cock…"

"Uhhhh, Gods!"

His hand abandoned her plug and slid around to flick at her clitoris again, keeping perfect time with the hard, fast strokes of his cock. The pressure in her core was quickly building to explosive levels. She could just barely make out the obscene squelching noises coming from their coupling over the sound of her own moaning and keening.

"I'm gonna….oh fuck… I'm so…." She couldn't get the proper words to leave her mouth. It was too late, she was going to come whether he allowed it or not. Fortunately, he seemed to understand her gibberish, and granted her permission at the last second.

"Yesss, come for me, love. Come all over my cock. Fuck!"

Her pussy clamped down hard and she wailed as waves of bliss wracked her body. Severus gave one last thrust and then stayed deep, letting the grip and spasms of her pelvic muscles pull him over the edge with her.

He leaned forward over her heaving body and placed a few soft kisses between her shoulder blades, then laid his cheek against her skin. She could feel his panting breaths leave his mouth in hot puffs of ticklish air.

After several quiet moments Severus straightened up and gently pulled out of her, then summoned his wand.

"Let's get you down from there."

"Yes, please, sir."

Now that her thick haze of arousal had faded she was itching to stretch out her limbs and have access to her own hands again. And while she wasn't in pain, her hands and feet had definitely fallen asleep due to their gravity defying positions.

He cast the levitating charm on her once again and then unhooked her harnesses from the ceiling before guiding her over to the bed. Once she was lying on her stomach on the duvet he flicked his wand at her again and all the ropes unraveled at once, falling from her body to pool around her on the bed. He gathered them up with another spell and banished them back to wherever they'd come from and sat down beside her on the bed.

He brushed the hair away from her face. "How are you? Can you turn over?"

Hermione flexed her limbs, testing them out. They felt a bit stiff, and her calves, feet, forearms, and hands were tingling as the blood flow returned full force. But it wasn't so bad that she couldn't put weight on them, so she slowly pushed herself up to a kneeling position, stretching her arms out and rotating her wrists. Severus watched her closely.

"How are your shoulders? Can you rotate them without pain?"

She rolled her shoulders backwards and then forwards and shrugged. "Yes, they feel fine."

He nodded. "Any pain anywhere else? Or other symptoms?"

She shook her head. "No pain. Just a little tingling in my hands and feet, but it's going away already."

He reached out and took one of her hands in his, looking it over and rubbing it with his thumbs. "Alright, good. Here," He handed her a glass of water from the nightstand.

Hermione took a couple of long sips of the water then handed the glass back to him. "Thank you, sir."

"Mmm." He set it aside. "Come here, love." He scooted back to sit against the headboard in the center of the bed and held his arms out to her. A soft fuzzy feeling settled in her stomach at the sight. Who ever would have thought Severus Snape had such a soft side? Or perhaps it was just for her… Her heart swelled at the thought, but she stamped it down quickly. She never knew when he might take a peek inside her head and she didn't need that thought to be at the forefront of her mind.

She climbed up to straddle his lap eagerly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in his neck. His arms snaked around her waist and he stroked her back gently. She sighed in content. His body was warm against hers, and his skin smelled like home.

Agh, enough with the sappy thoughts, Hermione!

"Are you sure you're alright?" He murmured into her hair.

"Yes, sir."

"Are you cold?"

"Mm, a little bit."

The duvet they sat on was suddenly on top of them instead. He pulled it up high over her shoulders and she snuggled in closer.

"Thanks." She whispered.

He didn't reply, just kept caressing her spine slowly, up and down. They stayed like that, in calm quiet for several long minutes.

"Oh," Severus broke the silence, sitting up a little straighter, "your plug. I just remembered. I can take it out for you now."

"Oh, it can stay in for now, can't it? It isn't bothering me."

There was a short pause and then his shoulders started to shake in a nearly silent chuckle. Hermione sat up and leaned back to look at him.

"What?"

"You really like it, don't you?"

Even in the dim candlelight she could see the glint of amusement in his eyes. She shrugged nonchalantly, trying - and failing - to keep the shy little smile off of her face. Severus raised an eyebrow at her, giving her a stern look.

"Yes, I do like it, sir." She admitted with a sigh.

His expression softened into a knowing smirk. "Don't be embarrassed, Hermione, I am more than willing to assist in your exploration of all things anal."

A hot wave of mortification washed over her, alongside a heavy dose of arousal. Her body - or perhaps her mind - never could decide between the two.

"Thank you, sir.." She whispered, resisting the strong urge to hide her face. To her relief he ended up doing it for her when he leaned in for a kiss, his mouth soft and open against hers. She relaxed into it, allowing him to pull her in close once again.

In between kisses he pulled away slightly and murmured against her mouth.

"I'm proud of you, you know…. You've been a very good girl for me tonight…. So sweet…. and eager to please…."

Hermione moaned into his mouth, rolling her hips against his lap and jumping in surprise when the plug shifted inside her bum. Severus pulled away and gave her an exasperated look.

"And apparently insatiable, too."

She just smiled sweetly at him. "What do you expect, sir, when you keep muttering under your breath like that?"

He rolled his eyes, but she could tell he was holding back a smile. "Alright, well, don't get too worked up yet. I wanted to ask you how you're feeling now, about everything we did tonight. Are you still doing okay?"

She shrugged. "Yes, I'm feeling fine. Why do you keep asking me that?"

"Because sometimes sub drop can be intense. And I need you to communicate with me so I can make sure your needs are met. Is there anything you need from me right now? Don't be afraid to ask."

She was sure no other person on earth would agree with her that Severus Snape was sweet. But it was definitely true.

"I just want to be close to you, really, that's all." She laid her head back down on his chest.

"Okay, we can do that." He pulled the blanket back up over them and wrapped his arms around her again, one hand resting on her back and the other stroking over her wild curls.

"You know…" Hermione broke the silence after a moment, "I've been doing some more reading lately,"

Severus interrupted her. "You don't say."

She huffed a little laugh. "Right. Anyway, all of these books I've found have tons of information about subspace and sub drop and sub aftercare… But, I've hardly found any mention of aftercare for Doms. So, I wanted to ask… Do Doms… Do you need it? Aftercare, I mean? Have I been neglecting a huge part of this whole thing?"

He was oddly silent, and the hand that had been caressing her hair had paused. Oh bollocks… Her stomach did a nervous little flop.

"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? Nevermind.." She tried to sit up but his arms held her tight to his chest. He cleared his throat.

"You didn't say anything wrong, love. I just wasn't sure what to say… I suppose Doms do require it, yes… I've just never really thought about it in regard to myself. And I don't think anyone has ever asked me before, either..."

Oh.

Hermione's heart clenched in her chest. Well, that's bloody sad, Severus…

He continued before she could respond.

"You haven't been neglecting me, silly girl. It's my job to take care of you, and I suppose, now that I think about it, seeing to your needs and making sure you're okay after a scene is effectively the same thing as aftercare, for me. So, don't worry about it, love, though it's very sweet of you to ask."

She hmm'd against his chest in response and hugged him a little tighter. She wasn't going to accept that at face value. Surely he needed more than that. And Hermione Granger was nothing if not determined. She'd have to find some ways to sneak in a little care. He certainly deserved it.