A/N: Hello again friends!
Just wanted to say real quick that while I cannot promise timely updates currently, these two are always nagging at the back of my mind, and I have no intention of leaving this story unfinished :)
This story has been edited slightly for quality purposes over on Ao3, and quite honestly reads better over there imo, plus you can view the lovely art on chapter 10! I haven't gotten around to editing on FFN yet, so just a little PSA.
This is unbeta'd as usual. Thanks for reading 3
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Hermione awoke to soft morning light trickling in through the far window of the bedroom. She stretched her stiff limbs with a sigh and a little yawn, realizing as her fingers passed over the cool sheets that the bed was empty. She popped her head up and looked around the room - no Severus. He must have gone to the loo or something. She laid back down with a smile. Just the thought of his name made her stomach flutter, and that was not something she felt like examining at the moment.
As she spent more and more time alone with the man, he continued to surprise her. The things that he did, and said, were far different from what she'd initially expected. And it was difficult to tell if he had changed since the war, or if it was merely proof that you truly don't know a person just by being taught by them in a classroom for several years. Perhaps it was a combination of both. Coming into her adulthood was an eye opening experience, to say the least. Though, she wasn't sure her experience was the typical one.
The day before, after their escapades with his BDSM - device? Furniture? She wasn't even sure what to call it - He'd taken her down to the kitchen and cooked dinner for them both. And it was really a very good meal. In hindsight, she should've expected a Potion Master's talents would transfer easily to the kitchen, but it still tickled her just the same. He'd watched her rather closely and made sure she had eaten enough, which was endearing, if not a little overbearing. She didn't mind. He wasn't pushy about it, and she wasn't about to complain about being the one being taken care of for once. She'd spent more than enough time trying to convince Ron and Harry to eat their vegetables over the years. She rolled her eyes at the memories.
After dinner Severus had wanted to finish reading the Potion Periodical magazine he'd started earlier in the day, and she'd convinced him to read it aloud to her while she sat on his lap. Her restless wiggling brought on by his rumbling baritone in her ear finally annoyed him enough that he pulled out his cock and made her ride him while he finished reading. She'd be a liar if she claimed it wasn't very erotic combining two of her favorite things; scholarly articles and his cock. She was certain he secretly enjoyed it too, never mind his grumbling, based on how quickly he lost track of his words and started kissing all over her neck instead.
Hermione's thoughts were interrupted then by the bedroom door opening. Severus stepped in, already fully dressed in his signature dark trousers and white button down. His hair looked damp, his jaw freshly smooth. Hermione sat up and frowned.
"Did you shower without me?"
"Yes," he replied, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge, "You were sound asleep, and I assumed you could use the rest."
Her face flushed at the reminder of her nightmare. After she'd calmed down he'd taken her down to his library to pick out a book. Then he read to her in bed until she fell back asleep. It was very sweet. But quite embarrassing to look back on in the light of day.
"Sorry about last night." She said awkwardly.
Severus rolled his eyes. "Enough of that. How are you feeling this morning? We got a bit intense yesterday."
"Oh," she blinked. Had they? "I feel fine. Good, actually. Maybe a little sore," She flexed and rotated her arms, "but nothing painful."
It was amazing how sore the bondage could make her. She supposed it made sense, she was probably flexing and straining against the restraints. But in the moment it never felt like she was doing all that much. The next day was when it really hit.
"Hmm," he smoothed a hand down her arm, turning and examining it, "anywhere else?" His look was pointed.
"My legs a bit too, I think, though I haven't stood up yet," she wiggled around on the mattress and suppressed a wince at the twinge between her legs. "And, um, I'm a little sore down there as well."
He raised an eyebrow. "Down there?"
She wanted to huff at him. He knew very well what she meant. But, she held it back. She was getting better at this, if she did say so herself.
"You know… Vaginally."
She cringed internally. For whatever reason, she still found it so difficult and embarrassing using those direct terms. It was childish, and she was working on it, but ugh, she hated it. It didn't help that he seemed to be fully aware of her silent struggle. His upper lip twitched with a suppressed smirk.
"Let's see, then." He replied, gesturing for her to lie back.
She fell back onto the bed and scooched down to lie flat, pulling the top sheet off of her legs. Severus pushed her silky nightgown up her hips to reveal her knickerless state. She hadn't bothered to pack many pairs, knowing they'd only get in the way. Not to mention the fact that he had a habit of stealing them.
His warm hands nudged at her thighs and she spread her legs for him, almost completely over her embarrassment over being fully exposed. It was easier when it didn't feel so clinical.
Gentle fingers prodded at her entrance and she sighed dramatically at how tender her sensitive flesh felt. She was definitely sore.
"When will my body finally get used to it?" She complained to the ceiling, "We didn't even do anything crazy."
"I was a bit rough with you." He murmured quietly.
Hermione jumped at the sudden cold on her labia and looked down; He was spreading cool gel over her skin.
"It will take time," he continued, keeping his eyes focused on his task, "And you may not ever fully adjust, to be honest. You are quite petite."
She hid her smile behind her hand. While she'd never been a very vain person, she was still a girl, and she would never mind hearing something like that. Though she knew in reality she wasn't much smaller than your average witch, it was him with the size difference.
He was spreading the potion inside now, carefully massaging the gel into her puffy entrance with one finger. The tenderness was bleeding away, and a pleasant heat was growing in its wake.
"Mmm, are you sure it's a me problem, sir? I think your anatomy may be playing a part in this situation…"
His reply was a flippant, "...Perhaps."
She grinned.
He might be skilled at appearing unaffected, but if she knew anything about men, they loved hearing about how large their appendage was, especially when it was true.
She was just starting to really enjoy his attentions when his fingers ceased their massage. She whined in protest.
"Don't stop now!"
Severus snorted, straightening up to stand at the side of the bed, towering over her. "I was trying to heal you, not get you off, you insatiable girl. Give the potion some time to work."
She frowned up at his serious face. Well that's no fun.
"I left some bath salts on the bathroom counter. A soak with those should help your muscles." He finished.
A bath did sound nice. She certainly needed one.
She sat up in bed once again, and wrapped her arms around his slender waist, smiling up at him.
"Thank you, Severus. Will you come with me?"
"Not this time. I'm starved. I'll make breakfast while you bathe."
She couldn't argue with that. Her stomach growled and she grinned. "Yes, sir."
He left the room and she grabbed her wand from the bedside table and wandered across the hall to the bathroom. She almost laughed out loud at first glance of herself in the mirror. Her hair was doing its best impression of an electrocuted pygmy puff. She had some work to do.
The bath salts smelled nice - somehow earthy and floral at the same time. And the soak felt heavenly. By the time she left the bathroom - several hair detangling, shaving, and teeth cleaning spells later - she felt brand new. And extremely hungry.
She grabbed the first garment she touched in her bag, which happened to be a short blue sundress covered in tiny white flowers, and threw it on, in a rush to get downstairs. It was definitely too early in the season for mini dresses. But, she figured they had no plans to go outside, and she appreciated the easy access a skirt provided. She smirked to herself.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs the smell of tea and sausage hit her and she groaned.
"It smells amazing down here." She announced as she entered the cramped kitchen.
Severus sat at the small table, leisurely picking at a plate of food while he skimmed The Prophet. There was another steaming plate and teacup at the seat next to his, under a warming charm. It wasn't quite a full English, but there were eggs and toast and sausage and some tomatoes. Her mouth watered.
"You're incredible, thank you." She gushed as she sat down.
But as soon as her bum hit the chair she remembered.
Oh bugger.
It had been a running expectation as of late that she would wear her plug during the day, and if she wanted to take it out overnight she could. And she'd forgotten to replace it after her bath…
Damn.
It wasn't that she was afraid of the consequences, or of him - it was just that she'd been doing so well! Hermione did not like to fail at a task. She stood back up.
Severus put down his paper. "What is it?"
Hermione gave him a reassuring smile. "I'll be right back!"
She turned to leave but he caught her elbow with one hand. He narrowed his eyes at her cheerful look.
"Eat, Hermione. Whatever it is can wait." He let go of her arm.
"I just need to grab something quickly, it'll only take a second."
Dark eyes searched her face. "Are you alright?"
"Yes. I'm fine! I'll be right back, Severus."
His hand snaked around one of her thighs, holding her in place.
"What could you possibly require in order to eat your breakfast? Are you taking some sort of medication I'm unaware of?"
Merlin. Why is he being so difficult?
"No, nothing like that. It's really not a big deal. I just forgot something is all," She leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips, "be right back."
He didn't loosen his grip on her leg. She did not like the sudden glint in his eyes and she broke eye contact, flitting her gaze to the table top beside him. His hand slowly slid higher up her thigh towards her bum.
"You're acting very strange... What is it that you've forgotten? Surely it can't be that urgent…"
Oh, he definitely knew. Way to play it cool, Hermione.
Her face filled with heat, knowing she'd better admit it before he found the evidence himself, and his fingers had almost reached their destination.
"I forgot my plug, sir." She whispered, forcing herself to look at his face.
He squeezed her bum. "Is that all? You should've just said so... I'm happy to assist. Now eat."
She moved to sit back down but he squeezed her cheek again, halting her movement. Her chair flew across the small room and settled against the back wall.
"Oh, you won't be needing that. Eat."
She watched him warily for a second before turning towards her plate. He looked entirely too pleased with himself. The table was rather low; she had to bend down at the waist to reach it properly. She assumed that was the point.
She picked at her food hesitantly as he lifted her skirt and folded it up to rest on her lower back, exposing her bare backside. She shivered. Perhaps a sundress really hadn't been a good choice… His old house was extremely drafty. She tensed every time his hand smoothed over her arse and slid between her legs. The expectation of whatever it was he was planning was nerve wracking, and she couldn't relax.
Then, she swore she saw a glint of silver out of the corner of her eye.
"What was tha-"
His hand left her bum and came back down with a stinging smack and she yelped.
"I said eat. Focus on your food."
She turned back to her plate, picking at her eggs. They were good. But her appetite had been somewhat curbed by the current circumstances.
She nearly choked on her next bite when she felt slippery liquid being spread over her arsehole. Oh Gods. Now she understood… How was she supposed to keep eating while he was stretching her out with the plug? It wasn't exactly tiny anymore.
"Spread your legs." He demanded.
She did. His finger circled her sensitive hole and she shivered, dropping her fork onto the table.
"Did I tell you to stop eating?"
She quickly picked her fork back up and slid her plate forward so she could better rest her body on the table, spreading herself even further for his ministrations.
"Good girl." He muttered.
She moaned around a mouthful tomato as his slippery finger slowly pushed forward into her arse. Forcing her body to relax, she took several deep breaths, knowing all too well how much more difficult it would be if she tensed up against the intrusion.
"That's it," he purred, carefully fucking and stretching her with one slender digit.
Hermione knew there was a faster way to stretch and prepare her for the plug. She'd learned the spell from one of the books he'd given her. But he clearly had a reason for doing it manually, and she wasn't about to question him.
She did her best to focus on her meal and ignore the sensation, but it was next to impossible. Even knowing how many sensitive nerve endings existed in her bum, it always still surprised her how intense it was, and how quickly her pussy flooded without even being touched at all.
"I do wonder…." he drawled beside her, "Did you truly forget your plug, or were you just dying to get yourself back over my knee?"
"I didn-" Her reply morphed into a groan when he added a second finger, spreading and stretching them in her arse.
"What was that?" He asked. She could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Oh my God. I didn't- I mean, I did forget, sir. Honestly."
It wasn't fair. How was she supposed to answer questions coherently when he was doing such wicked things to her, on top of the bloody breakfast table, of all places?
He spanked her arse again with his free hand, "Quit wiggling, little girl."
She stilled her hips, holding back a whole string of expletives as the burn of his smack settled into her core like warm honey, licking the small flame into a smolder.
"If you truly did forget, then why did you lie to me?"
Well, she resented that implication. She hadn't lied!
"I didn't lie," she panted, "I simply… omitted."
His fingers stilled within her and the room felt entirely too quiet.
"Sir." She hastily added.
He removed his fingers from her and stood up. Oh bollocks.
He leaned over her, pressing his hips against her exposed arse. He brushed her hair off of her face and two damp fingers trailed down her jawline. She turned her head to better look up at his face. He watched her quietly for a moment, his eyes dark and contemplative. Her insides throbbed, her bum felt strangely empty. Gods, she wanted him. He gently grasped her chin and caressed her bottom lip with his thumb, back and forth. Her lips parted and his eyes creased with amusement.
"You are quite cheeky today, aren't you?... Have I been neglecting my duties? Perhaps what you need is a nice sore bottom to keep my expectations fresh in your mind?"
She wasn't sure if she was meant to answer or not, so she stayed quiet, watching his face.
"Hmm?" He pressed.
"No, sir."
He laughed. "No? What is it that you think I should do, then?"
She swallowed thickly.
"What do I think you should do, or what do I want you to do?" She asked quietly.
His eyes lit up strangely as he contemplated his answer.
"Hmm. I'd like to hear both…"
Her face flushed even hotter than it had already been. But she figured she had a better chance of getting what she wanted if she didn't mince her words.
"What I want you to do is fuck my pussy and make me come…"
He raised his eyebrows.
"What I think you should do is put in my plug and paddle my arse… and then fuck my pussy and make me come."
He gave her a rare, genuine smile, and she couldn't help but return it. She loved the way it transformed his face.
The fact that he was smiling at the prospect of paddling her bum was beside the point.
"I'm pleased to see that you understand the difference."
He pulled away from her and stood up, resting a hand on her hip. "Okay, love, get comfortable. I'll put in your plug. Then we'll jog that memory of yours…"
Get comfortable? As if she wasn't bent over a hard table... She rested her head in her palms on the tabletop and waited. It wasn't surprising he hadn't taken her up on her first plan, though she was still a little disappointed. The man was a major tease.
"Do you need my fingers again, or do you think you're ready?" He spread more lube between her cheeks as he spoke.
She thought for a moment. She certainly felt stretched already, and she wanted to move on with minimal teasing.
"I think I'm ready, sir."
"Alright," cool metal pressed against her, "relax for me."
She took a deep breath through her nose and let it out slowly, willing her tensed muscles to let go and relax.
"Okay." She whispered. The plug pushed more insistently against her and she closed her eyes, focusing on relaxing into it instead of clenching down.
Snape's free hand drew soothing circles around her hip as he patiently pushed forward, filling her with the cool metal.
She moaned behind closed lips at the stretch. It didn't usually feel this difficult. And it didn't usually burn either. Her eyes popped open in realization.
"Did you enlarge it?" She asked.
"Just a tiny bit," He said quietly.
She whimpered, tensing up on instinct.
The hand on her hip moved down between her legs and a finger slid through her labia, collecting some of the copious fluid leaking out of her and bringing it up to her clit, rolling back and forth over it with practiced strokes.
"You have to relax, love, don't fight it. I promise it isn't nearly as big as you think. The widest part is almost as thick as my cock, and you've almost taken it all already. As far as plugs go, this one is far from large."
Well it felt pretty fucking large. What kind of things were people putting up their arses? She shuddered to think.
His strumming on her clit was a very good distraction, however, and when she was right on the verge of release the plug popped past her tight ring of muscles and she sighed in dramatic relief. Which then turned to a whine of disapproval when his fingers immediately left her pussy.
Noooooo.
"Please, Severus," she panted, lifting her head up and turning to look at him, "I'm so close."
Her bum had never felt so full, and her pussy throbbed with need.
"I need you, sir."
His eyes flickered down from her face to her dancing bum, with heat. He looked like he wanted to give in.
Fuck yes!
He grabbed her hips roughly and ground his pelvis into her bum, jostling the plug within her and sending little zaps of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She could feel how hard he was through the scratchy wool.
"I know you need me, Princess. Where would you like to have your spanking?"
She deflated against the table in defeat.
"Right here, sir." She mumbled into her hands.
"Come here, Hermione, I want to talk to you."
He helped guide her up off the table and then lifted her back up onto the edge of it, on her bum, facing him. She winced at the way it put pressure on her plug, and shifted onto one hip to ease it. Severus cupped her cheek with one hand.
"I know you were looking forward to the paddle," he began.
Well, she wasn't exactly sure if that was accurate. She had a feeling he knew that, too.
"But I think we'd better stick to my hand for now if you still want to try and take my cock today."
Her heart sped up. "You mean… um…in my bum, sir?"
"That's what you've been wanting, isn't it?" He pointed out.
She was equal parts thrilled and terrified at the idea of it. It was obvious he had been trying to prepare her for it, and she was very interested in how it would feel. But her belly flip flopped with anxiety all the same.
She nodded.
His face softened. "Don't worry, we'll talk about it more after your spanking. Does that sound okay?"
"Yes, sir." She agreed.
"Good. You know what I want to hear, now…. Why are you being corrected?"
Ugh. She always felt like a naughty little girl being reprimanded by a parent during that part.
No, Hermione! No more weird father figure associations, it's disturbing. She berated herself.
But then why was it such a turn on? Merlin, what is wrong with my brain?
Knowing Snape, he was probably listening to her whole inner dialogue too. Lovely. She wanted to run away and hide.
She looked down at her hands.
"Because I forgot -"
Severus tilted her chin back up towards his face with a warning look. "Look at me when you're speaking. You know better than that."
Yep. She was definitely a naughty little girl.
Her chin quivered. She sucked in a deep breath, fighting it. Don't start crying now, you ninny. That's definitely the opposite of sexy.
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry," she pressed on quietly, certain that if she talked any louder the tears would break free, "I'm being corrected because I forgot to wear my plug this morning."
He nodded. "Mmhmm. And?"
"And… Oh, and I wasn't straightforward with you right away when you asked what was wrong?"
"Are you asking me, or is that your answer?" His fingers caressed her cheek and she leaned into the touch.
"That's my answer."
He nodded, stepping closer to stand between her legs.
"Good. You know, I'm not mad at you, Hermione," He intoned.
Don't say that. Now I'm definitely going to cry. A single tear slipped free and rolled down her cheek. He wiped it away. Godric knows what he was thinking of her now. She doubted he enjoyed dealing with emotional school girls.
He kissed her forehead.
"This isn't really a punishment, just a correction. I don't expect perfection - at least, not outside of my classroom," he smirked, "You are only human and we all forget things. And I know your routine has been disturbed by coming here. I am proud of you for remembering quickly and trying to remedy it, and not outright lying to me…. However, I would've been much happier if you had just told me the problem when I first asked, instead of being evasive and trying to hide it…. Plus, your cheek after the fact didn't do you any favors either."
The amused look on his face directly conflicted with the last part of his statement. Hermione held back a grin.
She was getting rather suspicious that he was at least partially coming up with reasons to spank her. Honestly, she didn't mind. Assuming it wasn't too intense.
"I'm ready, sir."
"Mm, one last thing. Just so we are on the same page." His tone was far too innocent.
"Yes, sir?" She questioned. She doubted he was about to deliver good news.
"I want to be transparent with you now so that you aren't too frustrated later, and so that you understand this isn't a punishment, but rather a strategy," he explained.
Okay, she definitely didn't like where this was going.
"Uh huh," she nodded, prompting him to hurry up and finish.
"If I'm going to fuck this tight little arse of yours later, I think it's best if I don't let you come until then."
A thousand protests formed on her tongue but she stopped herself just in time, clicking her mouth shut with narrowed eyes.
Severus was watching her face carefully, his features turned up in an infuriating leer.
"It's okay," he urged, "you can say what you were thinking. I promise you won't be punished for it."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "I was thinking that you're kind of a sadist, Severus."
He laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
She smiled, if grudgingly.
"Besides," he smoothed an errant curl from her forehead, "I have a touch of sadism in me, that's certainly true, but you have not witnessed or experienced a true sadist. And I don't think you'd see the appeal, either, Princess…. While I do love leaving my mark on your bum, and making you squirm with nipple clamps and the like, your pain isn't my true motive."
He wasn't meeting her eyes anymore, but staring somewhere just past her. Hermione listened quietly, watching the shape of his lips as he spoke. He was being uncharacteristically open and talkative all of the sudden, and she wasn't about to break the spell by interrupting.
"I was more of a sadist in my youth, perhaps, but once I gained more experience I found myself identifying mostly as a kinky Dom,"
She wanted to ask what that term specifically meant very badly, but she held her tongue.
"And now," he continued, "I'm unsure if I've changed due to time, or war, or if it's just something unique about the dynamic between you and I,"
He paused, lifting her thick hair off of the left side of her neck and leaning in to press his lips to the skin behind her ear. She returned his embrace, slipping her fingers through the silky black hair on the back of his neck and pulling him in closer. His breath was hot on her skin as he spoke between kisses.
"But when I'm with you… I find myself leaning towards something new… More of a Daddy role…"
Hermione felt like she'd been stunned. Her earlier arousal came rushing back with renewed intensity, and several emotions all at once battled for supremacy within her psyche. She wasn't sure if she was more confused, disgusted, turned on, or intrigued; and he hadn't even explained yet what he'd meant. One single word had sent her brain into a tailspin.
She knew he was muttering something else into her neck, but the sharp staccato of her heart beat was far too loud in her ears to make out what it was.
Daddy?
Her insides clenched with humiliating arousal, spreading gooseflesh across her skin and pebbling her nipples into painfully taut peaks. She wrapped her legs around Snape's waist, straining desperately for some friction against her sodden core.
He pulled his face away from her neck then, and she forced herself to let go of his head as he retreated.
"But we can talk more about that later. You've been distracting me from the task at hand…" He said smoothly.
She'd been distracting him? How could he drop a bomb like that and then just casually move on? She felt like she had whiplash.
A wicked sort of delight danced in his eyes as he pried her legs from around his waist and took a step back, settling back down into his dining room chair. He spread his knees and patted his thigh in invitation.
"Come get over my lap, little girl. Unless you'd prefer to bend over the table again?"
She hurried off of the table and practically threw herself down over his lap, willing and ready to take any sort of physical touch he was offering. Calloused fingers slowly pulled her skirt up to rest on her lower back once again and she adjusted her stance, spreading her legs apart further.
Severus' responding chuckle was melodious. "Eager, aren't you, Miss Granger?"
His warm hands trailed over her skin from lower back to thigh, caressing her cheeks in soothing circles, back and forth. Lulling her into a false sense of security, surely. He usually called her by her last name when he was entering into Professor mode, and that meant disciplinary action. She shivered.
His hands paused and a finger tapped rather aggressively at her plug. She squeaked.
"You look very sweet like this, you know," he commented, pushing down on the decorated base and swirling it around in slow circles, "with your bum stuffed full under your little skirt."
Hermione stuffed a hand into her mouth to muffle the moan spilling forth from her throat. He'd told her not to come, hadn't he? Gods, she wasn't going to make it if he kept doing that.
"However," he drawled on, "as much as I enjoy the aesthetic of the plug, it serves more of a purpose than just looks."
His fingers ceased their torture and moved back on to massage the flesh of her arse. She sighed in relief.
"You realize that, don't you?" He inquired.
She nodded.
He suddenly gripped her left cheek tightly, his short nails digging into her skin. "Don't you?" He repeated. A harder edge had crept into his voice.
"Yes, sir!" She breathed.
His grip loosened. "I expect an answer when I ask you a question, girl."
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir."
"And what is the purpose of your plug, Miss Granger?"
She took a deep breath, "To train my bum, sir."
"Mm, train it how?"
His hands had moved on to kneading, massaging her glutes and spreading her cheeks apart wide. She did her best not to resort to humping his leg. Honestly, was he trying to torture her?
Of course he is, silly.
"By stretching it, sir."
"Yes," he purred, "stretching it for what?"
Hermione wanted to tear her hair out. Couldn't they just get to the spanking already? She was going batty.
"For your cock, sir." She whispered.
"That's right. You've surrendered your body to me, have you not?" He demanded, once again toying with the base of her plug.
"Yes, sir!" She gasped.
"That makes it my responsibility to ensure every part of you is healthy and prepared for our games. But I can't do that properly if you don't follow my instructions, can I?"
"No, sir."
"In the future I expect you to keep my expectations at the front of your mind as you go about your day. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir. I-"
"Now count."
His hands had left her body for no more than a fraction of a second before one came down on her right cheek with an echoing slap, though the sting was minimal.
"One!" She gasped out in a rush.
The subsequent smacks rained down on her in such quick succession she could barely keep up with her counting; they alternated between each cheek, increasing in strength each time, with a few softer hits just over the center of her bum peppered in.
By the time she'd counted 30 her arse was feeling properly roasted and tears were leaking freely down her face. She'd clenched her fists so tightly together her fingers ached, in her desperate attempt to stop herself from reaching back and rubbing out the sting.
Mercifully the spanking stopped then, and Severus cupped her pussy firmly with one hand. She ground against it. The heat was unbearable.
"Who does this cunt belong to?"
"You, sir!" Her moans were embarrassingly desperate.
The pressure of his fingers against her clit was utter bliss, the sting of her tortured skin fading away beneath the crescendo of her pleasure. His thumb reached up and worried at the base of her plug and she almost lost it, biting down hard into her tongue to hold back her release.
"And who does this tight little arsehole belong to?"
"You!" She cried out. Then nearly sobbed in protest when he pulled his hand away.
"Yesss. Me, and only me…. Soon I'm going to properly claim what's mine, aren't I?" He urged.
"Yes, Severus, please!" Hermione begged, her pelvis rocking in a rhythm of its own creation. Her clitoris ached.
"Come up here, love." He said, helping her up to straddle his lap and wrapping his arms around her waist, "Hang on."
She was just tucking her face into his neck when all of the air left her lungs and they both reappeared on top of the bed upstairs with a crack.
"Gods, Severus, a little warning would be nice!" She exclaimed, breathing deliberately through her nose to calm the sudden nausea roiling through her stomach. She hadn't even noticed him pull out his wand.
"I said hang on," he shrugged, "That bloody chair was making my arse go numb."
Hermione burrowed back in against his shoulder with a snort. "Wanna switch places? Mine feels like it's on fire."
His hands snaked down from her waist and snuck up her skirt to rub at her tender flesh.
"Mm, do you want me to heal it?" He rumbled.
She shook her head. "Nuh uh. I want you to fill it up."
His shoulders jerked with a silent laugh. "Are you sure? I want you to be comfortable. Perhaps you should rest a little first. Maybe eat more as well."
She wanted to shake him in frustration.
"Severus, please, I'm dying here," she ground her pussy against his lap for emphasis, "I've eaten plenty, and I can't even think about trying to rest right now."
"You have made quite a mess of my trousers… alright, alright," he abandoned her bum to grasp her head and direct her to face him, "I just don't want to rush this, okay? I've never actually been someone's first for anal and I want to do it properly and safely." His thumbs traced the now crusted tear tracks over her cheeks.
Hermione's eyes widened. "You haven't?"
His lips twisted in a crooked smile. "No. I think you can imagine why. I'm not sure if you are brave, or just naive, but most people wouldn't willingly choose me for that. I know I certainly chose a more modest option for myself…. But, to be fair, I also never had much more than very casual relationships, before now. So the opportunity never really arose."
Her belly fluttered with anxiety. Perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew, so to speak… She worried at her bottom lip with her teeth.
No, she wanted to at least try. Surely it wasn't that intense. He was larger than average, sure, but he was still human.
Wait, had he said something about he himself being buggered? That was intriguing.
"Did you.." She didn't want to pry… but then again he had brought it up… "Did you mean that you have been on the receiving end? Of… of anal, I mean."
He looked up at the ceiling for a moment with a sigh. "I knew as soon as it came out of my mouth that you were going to latch onto that."
"Sorry," she smiled.
She wasn't.
He snorted. "Yes, if you must know. I've tried quite a lot of things in the past."
She had so many questions. She plucked casually at the top button of his shirt with her fingers.
"Was it with a … woman?" She asked.
"No. I've never really had any interest in femdom."
"So it was with a man, then?" She kept her tone as casual as possible. But her mind was whirring with questions.
"Yes." He said simply.
She raised her eyebrows. Huh. She hadn't really expected that.
Severus ran a hand down his face and pinned her with an exasperated look.
"Stop looking at me like that, witch. Just ask before you burst at the seams with curiosity… And I may answer."
She wiggled on his lap with an apologetic grin. "So… You said you aren't into femdom. Does that mean you're into male doms?"
"No. Definitely not. It's difficult to explain… I wouldn't consider myself bisexual. Nor am I really attracted to men… But there was a certain appeal in my youth to battle for dominance against another bloke. Basically just like fighting, but even more fun, especially if you 'win'."
She wrinkled her nose. That did not sound pleasant at all. "Boys are strange."
"Yes… There may have been quite a bit of alcohol and illicit potion use involved, as well," he shrugged, "but my main motivation anytime I 'played' with a man was to experience the things I was hoping to inflict onto others. I had a mentor a long time ago who taught me that….A good Dom understands what he's dishing out."
She pondered that for a moment. It did make a lot of sense. However, try as she might, she could not picture Snape bent over some guy's lap getting spanked. She covered her giggle with her hand.
"Yes, yes, it's very funny I'm sure." His upper lip was twitching hard, and she knew he was holding back a smile of his own.
"So… You've experienced everything you've done to me?" It was a strange thought.
"Mostly, yes, barring of course the things made impossible by our gender differences…. It's not a perfect method, of course. Everyone experiences things differently, and has different limits and thresholds. And a submissive will naturally respond to things differently than I did. But it's good practice to have some idea of what it's like… My natural legilimens abilities also give me quite an upper hand, there."
She nodded. That made a lot of sense. There was so much she didn't know yet about the whole social world of kink. She'd read any related books she could get her hands on obsessively, but there was clearly a lot to be learned through experience, and other people. She wasn't sure if she wanted to do that, though… Not yet, at least. Severus felt comfortable, and safe, and he could clearly teach her a lot. She didn't think she wanted any other people to be involved, not with her… Her stomach dropped at the sudden thought of other people being involved with him. She definitely didn't like the idea of that.
Her eyes flicked back up to Severus', he was searching her face intently. He leaned forward to capture her lips with his, kissing her slowly. She returned it in equal measure.
Mmm. That felt better. She realized they hadn't really kissed much at all yet that day. It had an uncanny way of bringing her back down to Earth, and quieting her busy mind.
His lips and tongue caressed hers for several long moments and she relished in the calm, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him in closer. Her bum wiggled enthusiastically against the hard bulge in his trousers. He gripped her hips tightly and pulled his mouth away from hers with a groan.
"Fuck, love, it's been a long morning. Don't end this before it's even begun."
She grinned, "But I like making you come."
"Don't you want me to bugger you?" He reasoned.
"Yes," she kissed the crook of his nose, "can't we do both?"
He seemed to be considering it.
Hermione leaned back and pulled her sundress right over her head and threw it to the side, bouncing in his lap, beaming when his gaze moved away from her face and down to her jiggling breasts.
"Let me ride your cock, sir. Then you can come in my pussy and my bum today." She coaxed.
His eyes darkened.
"I promise I won't come!" She added quickly.
"You'd better keep that promise," he warned, "you will not enjoy the consequences if you fail."
She nodded, trying not to grin too excitedly at her victory. "I won't fail, sir."
He relaxed back against the headboard with a huff, dropping his hands from her hips and resting them at his sides.
"Go on and get my cock out then, Pet, before I become permanently disfigured." He groused.
She giggled and scooched her bum back towards his thighs and reached for his belt, blushing at the sizable damp patches she'd left on his trousers.
She winced at the state of his cock when she freed it from its confines. It was hard as a rock and the tip looked angry - red and weeping. She wasn't sure why he was always torturing himself like that. He could've asked her for a hand at any time and she would've gladly obliged.
She toyed with his foreskin, sliding it up and down over the head and shaft, relishing in the groan she pulled from his chest. His cock was so stiff, but the skin was so soft, like velvet under her fingertips. She thought she might never tire of sliding it up and down through her hands. She wanted to rub it on her face. Was that weird?
She was pulled from her reverie by his gruff command,
"Ride my cock, Princess."
She gave his bollocks a gentle squeeze for good measure before sitting up and shuffling forward on her knees until she'd lined up perfectly with his prick, then gripped his shaft and guided his tip back and forth between her folds, coating him in her juices. If she lingered a little too long around her clit, he didn't mention it.
His hands shot back up to her waist to assist as she dropped her hips down, slowly filling herself with his cock.
"And take it easy," he warned, "I just healed your pussy this morning."
"Mmhmm." She nodded, closing her eyes as he bottomed out, tapping against her cervix with a sharp little jolt.
Oof. She leaned forward to adjust the angle, balancing herself with hands on his shoulders. Much better. She opened her eyes to watch his face as she clenched down on his cock experimentally, loving the way his nostrils flared in response.
Slowly, she found her rhythm, impaling herself over and over again on his unyielding length, humming in delight on every downward stroke. Severus was quiet, but the increasingly fervid roaming of his hands gave him away, squeezing and plucking at her nipples and the swell of her hips.
"You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?" His dark eyes were relentless, staring far too intensely into her face.
Her core flooded with renewed heat and she whimpered. "Yes, sir."
She wasn't going to make it if kept saying things like that.
"Such a naughty little girl, too. Begging your Professor to fill both of your holes with his seed…"
Oh Gods.
"No cheating, Severus!" She panted, leaning farther forward in an attempt to avoid stimulating her more sensitive internal zones. But it only increased the friction between her clit and his pelvis. She groaned in dismay. Perhaps this hadn't been one of her better ideas…
His eyebrows lifted at her outburst, "Cheating? What on Earth are you talking about?"
"You're not playing fair. You know what it does to me when you say things like that."
"Interesting…I don't recall any stipulations on my conduct, only yours." He said simply.
Hermione gave up her weak thrusting and collapsed forward into the crook of his shoulder, bemoaning her defeat. She'd been certain when she suggested the idea that it would be quick, and no problem. He was probably holding back just to torture her.
Evil man.
"Oh I don't think so, love," he grunted, renewing his hold on her waist and plunging up into her with force, "You begged me to fill up your cunt and I intend to follow through."
Her wail must have been deafening, with her face burrowed so close to his ear, but she couldn't help it, the onslaught of stimulation between his punishing thrusts, her newly enlarged plug, and the friction of his pelvis pressed to her clit was brutal.
"I'm not going to make it," she warned, breathlessly. Her fingernails dug into his neck and shoulders as she held on for dear life, suppressing the tidal wave of bliss threatening to break through and condemn her to failure.
"Please, sir, I can't. I can't!"
His only response was labored breath and a single, hissed, "Fuck," and then he paused, emptying himself deeply inside her fluttering walls.
Hermione let out a long sigh in relief. Her heart felt like it might beat right out of her chest.
They laid there together for several long moments, catching their breath. Then Severus patted her bum and gently rolled them over to lay her at his side and fell back onto his back with a grunt.
"Sorry, I'm burning up. You're like a bloody furnace." He told her, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Or perhaps you're just wearing far too many clothes." She reasoned, turning onto her side to face him.
He hummed in response, leaning up for a second to pull his shirt completely off. His trousers were still wide open, his softening cock rested damply against his stomach. Without a doubt, he wore far too many layers on a daily basis. She settled in against his side and ran her fingers lightly up and down his torso, from his neck to the wiry thatch of curls below his navel, admiring his form in the light of day.
He gave her a suspicious look from the corner of his eye. "Settle down, witch."
She smiled into his shoulder, subtly rubbing her thighs together. It felt like a lake had taken up residence between her legs.
"You're the one who left me hanging, Severus. I had no idea coming to your house meant so much orgasm denial." She lamented.
"You didn't?"
She huffed a little laugh against his shoulder, glancing up at his face. His eyes were closed. It figured he'd be resting in post orgasmic peace and she'd be over here still losing her mind. Her clit felt puffy and tingly with unresolved tension.
Ah well, it would surely be worth it at some point soon… She supposed she'd let him rest for a little bit before she began pestering him again.
She quietly pulled herself up and crawled over to the side of the bed, startling when he reached out and grabbed her elbow, eyes still shut.
"What're you doing?" He grumbled.
The demanding tone in his voice would've been a lot more effective if he didn't sound so adorably sleepy. She patted his hand reassuringly.
"Just going to the loo."
His hand dropped back to his side in response. She laughed silently, stepping down from the bed and picking up his discarded shirt from the floor. She slipped it on, grinning as she held the collar to her nose and sniffed. Very Snape-y.
She tiptoed across the hall into the bath, wondering where she'd left her wand. Probably in the kitchen. She used the toilet and cleaned up a bit with a damp flannel, not fancying walking around his drafty house with drying semen on her thighs.
She wandered down the creaky stairs and into the kitchen, in search of her wand. Yep, there it was on the table, beside their abandoned breakfasts. She'd almost completely forgotten how their current escapades had started in the first place. She grabbed her wand and cleared up their plates, sending them to the sink to wash themselves with a flourish. Domestic spells weren't really her strong suit, but she was getting better. Living at Hogwarts most of the time hadn't helped. There wasn't much opportunity for practice in that department.
Hearing the running tap made her realize how thirsty she was, and she fished out a glass from the cupboard and filled it with cool water, gulping it down swiftly. Setting the empty glass down, she leaned back against the sink and surveyed the silent, cramped little room. It wasn't dirty by any means, but it was yellowed and dated, with no personal touch to speak of. She tried to picture Severus growing up, eating breakfast at the shabby old table. Her lips twisted down in a small frown. It wasn't the lack of nice, new things that made her sad for him… The Weasley's were proof enough of how much love and happiness a family could have even with very little means. But she had a feeling Severus hadn't had many idyllic meals around the table with his mum and dad.
She missed her parents.
And simultaneously felt guilty for it, having been so fortunate to grow up with loving parents and a plenty comfortable lifestyle. And it was her fault anyway that things had ended up the way they did. At the very least, she was blessed that they were alive and well, whether they wanted much to do with her anymore or not. Her nightmare had gotten to her, reopening wounds she'd been desperately working to close.
Of course, she shouldn't have expected it to be easy. But she hadn't planned for her sudden longing for some motherly advice on her current situation. It was extremely unconventional, obviously. But did that make it wrong? It didn't feel wrong. In fact, she felt much happier and more well-adjusted than she had in a long time.
From an outside perspective it surely sounded ridiculous. It was just sex - very kinky sex - with a man nearly two decades her senior. Yet, she felt cared for, and like she had a little bit of stability and purpose in her life. However silly that seemed. After the war she'd felt immense relief, at first, but it had quickly turned into a sort of aimless drifting.
It was like the climax of her life - her very purpose - had come to a close, and she was barely even an adult. She was exhausted, and now she had to begin anew?
During the fight it was easy to focus on a singular goal - survival - damage to her psyche be damned. That was a worry for another day, when the world was safer again. Well… that day had come, and she sometimes thought she might prefer war.
Snape surely wasn't the most well adjusted person in the world, but she felt she could trust him enough to not actually harm her. He had proven he was a man with good intentions, no matter the mistakes he'd made and the things he'd done. That was the most she could say for herself, as well.
Things could be much, much worse. Knowing herself and the way her fantasies and research had been going, she was fairly certain she would've sought out some sort of BDSM club or kink community after graduation. Perhaps even turning to internet chat rooms to try and fulfill her confusing desires. And who knew what kind of people she may have ended up entangled with….
Her stomach twisted at the thought of offering herself up to some strange man who had no consideration for her wellbeing, only his own satisfaction. She knew the world was rife with people like that. And she may have done it, too, just to feel something other than restlessness.
Yes, she'd been fortunate to fall into her situation with Severus. He had his own motives, and his own pleasure in mind, there was no doubt about that, and who didn't? But he didn't seek it out at her expense. He was perverted, yes, but in a way she thoroughly enjoyed. And it was becoming more and more clear to her that he had spent much of his life alone, even when surrounded by others. It must have been awful when he was young, and his legilimency had been so keen, before he'd learned to control it. He hadn't exactly spoken at length about it with her, but from what she gathered it hadn't always come naturally to block things out.
She wanted to care for him like he took care of her. But it was difficult to figure out how….She didn't want to push him away.
Her eyes caught the kettle on the stove and she shrugged to herself. Tea was as good a place to start as any. She wondered if he had a tray stashed around somewhere….
Several minutes later she entered the bedroom balancing a small wooden tray laden with two steaming teacups and a packet of biscuits she'd found in the cupboard. Severus was sitting up on the bed, and to her dismay, his trousers were properly fastened back up.
"There you are," he said mildly, "I was beginning to wonder if you'd made your escape while I slept."
Hermione grinned, setting the tray on the bedside table. "I'm not going anywhere until I get what was promised to me." She offered him a teacup.
"What's this?" He asked, accepting the cup with suspicion, "bribery?"
She sniggered, taking her own tea from the tray and sitting on the edge of the bed to sip it. "I wasn't aware you needed any bribing in this instance."
"I don't," he replied, sniffing his cup, "That's what makes me suspicious."
She shook her head, amused. "I realized it's somehow been quite a while since breakfast and figured we could use a pick me up. I've no plans to poison you, if that's what you're worried about. You're much more fun awake."
She knew he wasn't actually suspicious at all - but simply uneasy about someone doing something nice for him, just because. It was becoming a clear pattern she'd noticed about him.
"Besides, it would be rude of me to raid your biscuits without sharing." She tore open the packet and pulled one out, munching on it primly.
He rolled his eyes and took a sip of tea, humming in what sounded like impressed surprise.
She kind of resented the fact that he'd apparently assumed she couldn't brew a good cup of tea.
Arse.
"You can eat whatever you like, Hermione," he told her, "What kind of host would I be if I let my guests starve?"
"Mm, nevermind everything else you subject them to..." She quipped.
He smirked at her over his cup. "I haven't received any complaints so far."
They finished their tea and several biscuits in companionable quiet, though Hermione's brain was buzzing incessantly in the background, as usual. Her arousal had faded quite a lot and although she was still eager for new experiences, nervousness was creeping in. It had been an intense couple of days, physically and mentally… But before she could spiral completely, gentle hands were pulling her empty teacup from her grasp and guiding her up onto the mattress.
Severus leaned over her, dark eyes roaming her face with scrutiny. "How are you? Your mind is practically shouting."
She bit her lip. "I don't know… Antsy? Sorry."
"Don't apologize. Have you changed your mind?"
"No!," she said quickly, blushing at the way he smirked at her outburst, "I haven't… I think I'm too in my own head and need to just do it, you know? Like, how your anxiety gets worse and worse the longer you wait in line for a roller-coaster. It's the anticipation that gets me more than anything."
"Hmm. I can't say I've ever been on a roller-coaster, but I can appreciate the sentiment," he said, brushing a light kiss over her forehead before continuing, "Stay right there, I need to grab a few things."
He collected his wand from beneath the pillow beside her and left the bed, adding as an afterthought, "And try to clear your mind."
That was easier said than done.
She did her best, anyway, and relaxed against the sheets, following his tall form with her eyes as he walked around the room, wondering what he was up to. He pulled several candles out of a drawer and placed some on each nightstand. He sent the others to hover several feet in the air above the mattress, then lit them all with his wand, before aiming a spell at the window, causing a heavy, dark drape to block out the afternoon sun. The energy of the room was instantly transformed into a vastly more tranquil space. It reminded her of being in his chambers at Hogwarts and she smiled. He came back over to the bed and set his wand and two small glass jars down on the side table.
"Slide over, love." He instructed, and she made room for him on the mattress. It dipped heavily as he knelt on it, leaning over her to unbutton the shirt of his she was wearing. He helped her slide her arms out of the lengthy sleeves.
"Will you take these off?" She asked quietly, rubbing the top of his trouser clad thigh. She wanted to feel all of his skin on hers.
He hummed in response, stepping down from the bed briefly to shed his remaining clothes.
"I think we should use the cleaning spell on you now," he suggested, tracing a finger lightly over the top of her thigh, "We're not ready to begin yet, but it isn't exactly a relaxing experience."
She nodded in agreement. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but it was certainly intense. He tapped her leg with two fingers,
"Turn over."
She flipped onto her belly, burying her face into the crook of her elbow. She knew what was coming and it was always a humiliating feeling, even if she knew logically that it shouldn't be.
Severus climbed up on the bed behind her and she felt him nudge at her plug gently.
"Time to take this out, are you ready?"
Not really.
Her reply was a muffled, mmhmm into the mattress.
He tugged on it gently and it didn't budge. "You've gotta help me out here, Princess." He murmured, rubbing soothing circles into her hip with his free hand.
Cringing internally, she focused on baring down and pushing out the plug. With the help of his guiding fingers it popped free, and she immediately clenched back up, shuddering at the strange, empty feeling it left in its wake.
She couldn't see what he was doing, but she recognized the sounds of him tapping the plug clean with his wand and setting it aside.
"Alright, I'm going to cast the spell now," he warned quietly, and she jumped as the feeling of an ice cold, minty finger shot up her bum.
Fuck.
"Now that's over with, you can just relax, love. I'll take care of you." He soothed in a low voice, leaning over her to place a soft kiss on her shoulder blade. She hummed in contentment and closed her eyes, willing the restless flip-flopping beneath her sternum to calm. It was a most torturous sort of anticipation.
She felt the weight of the mattress shift as he sat back and within seconds there was something cool and smooth being spread over her upper back.
"What's that?" She asked.
"A very mild muscle relaxant. It's only topical, your mind won't be affected."
His words rolled languidly down her back in synchrony with his hands, and a deep, tingly warmth began to spread everywhere he touched. He took his time, methodically adding more of the cool gel to his fingertips and massaging it into her muscles, from the back of her neck down to her feet, before having her turn over to start back at her clavicles, working his way down the front of her body, only avoiding her erogenous zones.
She studied him as he worked over her body. His face was hidden by the inky curtains of his hair, save for his aquiline nose, illuminated by the flickering candlelight that shone from above. A persistent pressure was building up in her chest; a feeling she couldn't put a name to if she'd tried. His focus seemed so intensely zeroed in on his task, on her, and the quiet of the room felt heavy in the aura it created.
It was just sex, she reminded herself. But if it was just sex, why did it feel so significant?
By the time he'd finished the massage Hermione's entire body felt warm and weightless, floating like a feather on the sea.
She felt the loss of his touch keenly when he pulled away. But he merely cleaned both of his hands with a quick spell and then he was back, covering her body with his own and seeking out the sensitive spot behind her ear with his lips. She arched up into his embrace, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him down firmly against her. His prick felt stiff against her hip and her neglected clitoris pulsated in anticipation. The prolonged state of her unresolved tension was starting to become unbearable.
"Gods, Severus, I can't take it anymore. I need you." She breathed, whining embarrassingly at the hot slide of his tongue against her neck.
"I know," he rumbled against her skin, kisses traveling down from her neck to between her breasts, "you've been such a good girl for me." His tongue slid over the raised flesh of her jagged scar and she shivered. "Tell me what you need," he urged, snaking down over her belly towards the apex of her thighs.
Her fingers curled into the hair at his crown as he nudged her legs apart and the tip of his tongue found her aching center.
"I need you to - Oh Merlin -" he drew dizzying circles over her clit and she nearly melted right into the mattress.
What was she saying, again?
His movement paused and he tilted his head up to glance up at her face.
"Agh, please, sir, I need you to fill up my bum!" She let out in a rush, rocking her pelvis up towards his face.
He plunged back in, devouring her with his lips and tongue while simultaneously reaching out one hand to catch the small jar that suddenly sailed through the air from the side table. She hardly noticed his movements, too wrapped up in the onslaught of sensation, until one slick digit carefully prodded at her backside and she relaxed into it, welcoming the intrusion.
He proceeded to slowly, agonizingly, work his way up to a second finger, then a third, all the while dancing over her sensitive nub with precision, drawing her over and over towards the precipice before maddenly pulling her back, one sturdy arm held firmly over her pelvis to calm her restless stirring. She was on the brink of mindlessness, hardly registering the ridiculous noises coming out of her own mouth any longer. Far beyond the point of pleading for release, she gave in, surrendering completely to his mercy. She closed her eyes, welcoming the familiar hum of static that settled over her consciousness.
He was murmuring something damply against her thigh, then, having abandoned her weeping pussy, and he gingerly flexed and swirled his fingers within her. Her nerves sang. She nodded absently against her pillow, not completely sure what he'd asked. It must have been the right answer - or maybe the wrong one - for his fingers left her body and he climbed back up the bed, rearranging her onto her side and tucking himself against her back.
A soothing hand brushed her heavy hair back against the pillow and he spoke quietly into her ear.
"I'm going to need a more coherent answer than that, Hermione."
"Mm, what was the question again?" She croaked, clearing her throat.
The puff of his breath tickled her cheek as he softly laughed, "Are you ready for my cock?"
"Oh. Yes, sir."
"If you want to stop or slow down at any point, just say so. Don't hold back… You have my full permission to say whatever is on your mind, okay?"
The slick sounds of lubricant being spread filled the small space and a shiver ran down her spine. She squeezed her eyes even tighter shut.
"Okay." She whispered.
He was rearranging their bodies again, sliding himself further down on the mattress to better line up with her. He gripped her top leg beneath the knee and spread it up and out, holding her open and exposed.
"I've got you," he soothed, and the blunt head of his cock pressed against her slicked hole, "hold your leg for me, love."
Hermione replaced his hand with her own, holding her leg tight to her belly. Severus' hand slipped down between them to steady his cock as he pressed forward, ever so slowly. His free arm had snaked beneath her back and curled around her right breast, stroking her skin reassuringly.
Her breath stuck in her throat as he pushed forth against her tight hole, his body going rigid against hers.
"Breathe, Hermione," he urged, his voice soft but strained.
She exhaled in a shuddering rush, relaxing into the pressure even further when he abandoned trying to steady his cock and instead returned to her clit, massaging it in gentle circles.
"Oh fuck."
She hissed when the head of his cock popped past her tight ring of muscles. Her heart was beating out of her chest. Severus' body stilled, minus his fingers which kept up their steady rhythm, a welcome relief to the stinging stretch.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yes," she let out between heavy breaths, "It's just intense."
"I know," he assured, "You're doing so well, love. Just take a minute to adjust, I won't move until you're ready."
She nodded, dazed, and focused on inhaling deeply through her nose. His cock wasn't truly much different than taking the plug or three of his fingers, but for some reason it felt much more overwhelming. His warm presence at her back was soothing though, and the very idea of him burying himself deep inside her arse was nearly enough to bring her to climax itself, not to mention the steady strumming of his fingers.
She did an experimental wiggle of her hips and they both moaned. A grin broke over her face, glad that he was affected as well.
"Keep going," She whispered insistently.
Severus pushed forward agonizingly, inch by inch, and a cacophony of groans and whimpers filled the small space between them. She felt oddly vulnerable, as if he was spearing open her arse and her heart.
"Oh my God, Severus, that's-" Her words trailed off into incoherence as he bottomed out, his pelvis pressed tightly against her bum.
"Fucking perfect?" He finished for her, his breath ragged against the curve of her shoulder.
"Like you're splitting me apart," She amended.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Fuck no."
His chuckle was dark and sweet, like honey to her ears.
"I knew you would love this," he crooned, "my kinky little kitten."
Hermione let out the most embarrassing guttural groan as he began to rock his hips against her, staying deep and stirring something buried far within her, stimulating in a way she'd never experienced before.
"Uhhhn, don't stop!" She pleaded.
The burn of the stretch of him was fading into the background, bleeding into ecstasy taking over her body. Her face threatened to melt right off from the amount of heat filling her cheeks. His fingers picked up speed over her clit, whipping her up into a frenzy.
"Are you ready to tell me what you've been thinking about lately?" He panted into her neck.
"What?"
She was quivering and sweating, her hair clinging damply to her forehead.
Of course he'd wait until she was brainless to spring a riddle on her…
"You've been trying to deny it everytime I take you over my knee…. But I want it too, Princess… More than you know." His tone was low, straining.
Sweet Circe, that's what he was talking about? Why now?
Exquisite, horrid shame washed over her, leaking out through her skin in prickling gooseflesh. His stimulation was relentless, dangling her over the edge of rapture, her conflicting feelings at his words the only thing holding her back.
She couldn't find the words to respond, and merely moaned helplessly, matching his thrusts with her own, spearing herself harshly over his length. The hand of his that held on to her breast clenched down and his fingers dug into her skin.
"Fuck, yes, Hermione, you're killing me," his hand traveled up from her breast to her jaw and he tilted her head back, holding her neck gently but firmly, "Are you going to come for me?... Are you going to come for Daddy?"
"Yesssss," her voice wavered, a tremor rolling through her frame. The pressure in her core was too much to bear. The pressure of his words was almost worse.
"Yes, what?" Severus demanded.
"Yes… Daddy." She relented, barely above a whisper.
She came apart. Wonderful, dreadful, aching relief slammed through her, setting her nerves alight. Severus' heated groan reverberated through her from somewhere deep in his chest and he paused his thrusting, burying himself deep and letting the spasmic clenching of her arse pull him over the edge alongside her. His hand stayed true to his pace, flicking quick fingers over her clit through the last of her twitching. Then his hold on her body relaxed, and he let out a drawn out sigh.
"Bloody hell."
Hermione was inclined to agree.
She felt like a wrung out wash rag. If it hadn't been for the brutal dryness of her throat, she wouldn't have minded lying there with him forever, tangled up in the sheets together, with his cock still pulsing inside of her.
"Are you okay?" He murmured.
"Yes, just don't move yet," she replied, and as an afterthought adding, "please."
Severus snorted tiredly, soothing his thumb along her cheekbone. "I'm not about to scold you over manners right now, Hermione."
She relaxed into his loose embrace, willing her heart rate to steady. Her body felt amazing, thrumming in the afterglow. But her throat was parched, and her mind was buzzing. Now that the heat of the moment had passed she felt a bit awkward. She couldn't believe she'd called him Daddy. A little thrill ran down her spine at the thought.
He seemed to enjoy it…
His hardness was fading, and his cock began to slip out of its own accord.
"Sorry, love," he said, easing fully out of her, "how does your arse feel?"
"Weird," She cringed, "stretched out. But fine."
Severus sat up, moving her leg to the side to inspect her bum. "Any pain?"
"Not really.. I think I'll be sore, but it isn't hurting, exactly." She explained.
He gave her an unimpressed look. "Not hurting 'exactly'?"
She shrugged, "It's hard to explain."
"I'll be right back," he muttered, slipping from the bed and cracking his neck as he walked toward the bedroom door.
Hermione rolled onto her back and stretched, staring up at the floating candles above. Okay, maybe she did hurt a little... But that was surely to be expected, right? And it had definitely been worth it.
True to his word Severus returned shortly, a glass of water and a small flannel in hand. She pulled herself upright quickly as he handed her the cup and she drank several large gulps in quick succession, wiggling around on her bum, attempting to find a comfortable position.
He watched her with amusement, one snarky brow lifting up towards his hairline. "Still not hurting, then?"
"Only a bit," she admitted, "but I don't mind."
"Appreciate the reminder, do you?" He teased, taking the empty glass from her and setting it aside.
"Yes." She grinned, lying back on the bed. He urged her legs apart and knelt between them, gently wiping her sticky skin clean with the warm rag.
"Alright," he conceded finally, after inspecting her swollen bits some more, "but you'll tell me if it gets worse."
"Yes, I promise."
His concern for her was adorable.
They rearranged themselves on the bed again, Severus on his back and Hermione tucked into his side, one leg thrown over his. She trailed her fingers lightly through the dusting of hair on the center of his chest, tracing over his pale mapping of scars.
"Thank you," She said quietly.
"...What for?" He asked slowly.
"For taking care of me."
He made a quiet sound of acknowledgement.
"It's very sweet," she continued.
"It is not sweet to attempt to repair the damage I inflicted upon you." He stated, vehemently.
"Yes it is," she argued, propping herself up on one elbow to face him, "you say that as if you've been terrorizing me or something. Like I haven't asked for every bit of it."
His serious look morphed into a leer, "Begged for it, actually, as I recall,"
She blushed.
"You were a very good girl," he praised, rising up to meet her lips with his own briefly, "you took my cock so beautifully."
She kissed him again, smiling shyly. "Thank you… Sir." Her gaze flicked down to his lips, avoiding his eyes.
His fingers captured her chin and he tilted her face back up with a knowing look in his eyes.
"There's nothing wrong with you, you know." His voice was gentle.
"I'm not so sure," She joked half-heartedly.
"I am. Trust me, Hermione… You're far from the only one with that inclination, myself included, obviously."
"Yes, but, isn't it a bit… perverted?"
He chuckled, caressing her bottom lip. "Of course it is. It wouldn't be nearly as appealing if it wasn't. That doesn't make you a pervert. You're a twenty year old girl. If anyone's a pervert here, it's me."
"You make a good point, there." She giggled.
"Cheeky witch… Really though, you don't need to be ashamed of anything. Whatever it might be I'm sure I've witnessed and/or participated in something weirder. I don't think you could come up with much that would phase me."
Hermione mulled that over for a minute. He was probably right, but it didn't make it much easier to get over her embarrassment about certain things. It would take time, she assumed. It was nice to have the reassurance that he wasn't put off by her desires, though.
"Has anyone else ever… you know… called you that before?" She asked.
"Yes."
She bit her lip.
"It's quite a common preference for witches."
"Oh." That did ease her mind somewhat. But her stomach twisted at the thought, just the same.
A grin stretched over his lips, revealing his slightly crooked teeth.
"Are you jealous, Princess?"
"No." Hermione insisted.
She was.
"Just so you know, I never actually filled that role for anyone. I didn't mind when women referred to me that way, and I could see the appeal. But I never truly understood, nor did I crave it, until now…"
A slow trickle of warmth took up in her chest, pooling in the space behind her sternum. She wasn't sure if other witches would find that kind of statement romantic, but it was certainly working for her.
"Oh," she said again, dumbly, unable to find any actual words to respond with.
His eyes crinkled briefly at the corners. "Why don't you rest for a while," he suggested, guiding her to settle back down against the sheets, "in a couple of hours we can figure out dinner."
"Has it really been that long?" She questioned, holding back a yawn. Evidently she was a bit exhausted.
"Mmhmm," he relaxed onto his back again, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh, "And I do have a few things I need to work on for the Hospital Wing at some point."
"Oh?"
Is that the only thing you can say now? Her brain was truly fried after the day they'd had.
"Just a restock. Simple enough potions, merely time consuming."
She snuggled into his side and her eyes fell closed. "I'm sorry I've been distracting you from your work."
He made a little grunt of dismissal, "Those little blighters will survive just fine without their usual overstock of Pepper Up. I'd much rather be distracted by you."
"Well, I could-" Her eyes popped open, "Wait, does that mean you have a lab here?"
Suddenly, she didn't feel quite so tired. Severus peeked one eye open to glance at her,
"Yes."
"Ooooh, I could help!"
She was very interested in checking out his private lab.
"Don't worry about that," he waved a hand, "I didn't bring you here to put you to work… Well, not in the potions lab anyway."
She grinned. "Oh, but I'd really like to! If you think I could actually be helpful, that is… I wouldn't want to get in your way."
"I know you're perfectly capable," he sighed, "so, if you insist…. you may help."
She was buzzing with excitement.
"But first," he turned to her with a warning look, "rest. For the love of Merlin, girl."
She beamed at him sheepishly.
"Yes, Daddy."
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A/N: I snuck a teeny line from a Hozier song in here, and I am not claiming it as my own. Let me know if you happen to find it :)