Myrmidon

MUR-mi-don, -dn | noun

1: a person who executes without question or scruples a master's commands.

"On your knees," he drawled lazily.

She felt a twisting deep in her belly as she obeyed. "Yes, master."

He stepped around her body, circling her. "What a very good, obedient servant you are." Her hands quivered, but she said nothing. "Should I reward you? Hmm?"

She bit her lip and nodded. He stopped his prowling and instead came to a stop in front of her. His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it slowly. She watched his fingers working on the clasp and felt a dampness between her legs. Glancing up at his face, she saw him staring down hungrily at her. She licked her lips involuntarily and he smiled at her – a twisted kind of smile that spoke volumes about the events to come. She shivered at the sight of it.

He pulled his belt from the loops of his trousers and tossed it onto the floor beside him. She watched it fall, eyeing it where it lay. She wondered idly if he would be using it again tonight. When her gaze returned to him, he had the fly of his trousers open and was shoving them downward. His erection greeted her, still concealed in his pants, right at the level of her nose. He paused there, ordering her with his eyes. She knew what he wanted. Without hesitation, she brought one hand up to stroke him through the fabric. He choked out a groan, pressing himself into her hand. She smiled crookedly and pressed her mouth to the last layer of clothing, blowing a stream of hot air. He growled and pulled her roughly back by her hair. She whimpered as her head was pulled back, her throat open and exposed to him. With his other hand, he slid his pants down his legs toward the floor. He released her hair and she met his dark gaze before sliding her eyes down to his now exposed member.

"What would you like me to do, master?" she asked, her voice low and rough.

"Open your mouth," he instructed.

She licked her lips slowly and did as she was told. He grasped her hair with both hands before sliding his cock between her parted lips.

"Fuck," he muttered. Gods, her mouth was perfect. Hot, wet, and attached to those dark brown eyes looking up at him. He slid in as far as he could without choking her and then pulled himself almost completely out. He could feel her nearly panting and it felt glorious against his cock. "Do you want more?" Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned, her mouth full of him. Gritting his teeth, he picked up his pace, practically fucking her face.

On her knees, she was uncomfortable. Her core was throbbing with desire and she would without a doubt have to change her knickers before dinner. With a soft pop, he pulled his cock from her mouth and pulled back, panting. Much longer, she knew, and he would have come all over the back of her throat. While she did not find the thought repulsive, she would have pouted severely at him for spoiling the fun so quickly.

"Strip," he commanded.

She quickly pulled her t-shirt over her head and fumbled with her bra. Scrambling to her feet, she undid the clasp on her jeans and shoved them down her legs, followed shortly by her soaking knickers. When she stood naked in front of him, she was rewarded with a smirk.

"My, my, so… eager," he rumbled.

"Yes, master," she gasped as his hand trailed up her side.

His hands went to the buttons of his own shirt, which he had failed to remove earlier. "On the bed. Face down."

She moved wordlessly to obey him, muscles quivering in anticipation of whatever came next. She heard the jingling of his belt and felt a thrill of desire roar through her just moments before she felt it slap down across her ass. Her yelp quickly turned into a moan as his tongue followed the track his belt had just made. He grabbed her cheek roughly, squeezing it with a groan before letting go and spanking her again. She writhed on the bed, reveling in the heady mixture of pleasure and pain. Again, his tongue soothed her agitated skin, followed by another lick of the belt. He continued until she thought she might explode right there from the sheer tension he was building in her.

"Turn over and spread your legs," he growled.

Quickly, she moved to obey him. "Please, master," she mewled wantonly. She was dripping all over the sheets and she ached for him.

He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her body roughly to him. "Please what?"

"Fuck me, please!" she moaned.

"Oh, you want my cock buried deep inside you?" he crooned, running his hand up her thigh.

"Yessss," she whimpered.

He leaned forward, his tongue flashing out to lick her bottom lip, and pushed himself inside her tight heat. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, master, gods, yes."

He smiled down at her while one hand reached down to grasp her ankle. He pulled it over his shoulder and pushed himself deeper, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. He pulled himself almost completely from her body before sliding slowly back inside. "I'm going to continue this way for three minutes exactly. I expect you to do whatever you need to come all over my cock in that time or there will be… consequences." He waved his hand and a count-down began in the air above her.

She moaned as a thrill shot through her at the command. One hand traveled south to the little nub between her spread open legs and began rubbing almost frantically while the other snuck upward to one breast. The heat in his eyes intensified at the sight of her touching herself so flagrantly beneath him. She felt his cock twitch in response to the sight and hissed out a moan between her teeth. Her ministrations continued.

She had thirty seconds to go and she could feel herself getting close to orgasm but she just wasn't… quite… there… His dark eyes glittered and she shivered under their watch. Ten. She pulled desperately on her nipple and felt the answering pulse in her pussy but it – nine – didn't quite get her there. Eight. His hand trailed lightly down the outside of her thigh. Seven. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. Six. Five. Four. She was so damn close but she knew she wouldn't – three – make it. Two. One.

He squeezed his hand shut at the counter and it vanished. "Well, I suppose I have to punish you now." He pulled his cock from inside her and flipped her over in one fluid movement. Pulling her up onto her knees, he slid back into her from behind, ramming his hard cock into her in one motion. She cried out in pleasure at the feeling of the deeper penetration. He grabbed her hair in one hand and shoved her face into the mattress. "You were disobedient," he growled.

"Yes, master," she agreed.

A gasp tore from her lips as his hand left a stinging mark across her ass and she felt a corresponding lurch deep inside her. He bit his lip as she twitched around his cock. Fuck he loved that she loved this. "You may attempt to make yourself come but I am going to fuck you hard like an animal. I tried to be generous but… you disobeyed me." He punctuated his point with another hard slap across her ass.

Without further explanation, he pulled her hair hard in one hand and grabbed hold of her hip with the other, plowing mercilessly into her soft, yielding flesh. He could feel that her hand had returned to her clit but, true to his word, he didn't slow his pace. He could feel his own orgasm rushing toward him and he licked his lips in anticipation. Moments before his release, he heard her gasp and felt her muscles clench down on his cock. His name fell from her lips in a whimper, turning into a moan halfway out. He rode her orgasm through to his own and spilled himself into her heat, hips twitching as it died.

They stayed still like that, panting, while they each came down from the high. Finally, he pulled out of her and collapsed on his back beside her. She followed him down, burrowing her face against his shoulder. He looked down at her and reached for her chin, tilting it up to plant a gentle kiss against her lips.

"I love you, Hermione," he murmured.

"Mmm," she hummed. "I love you, too, Severus."