CHAPTER 17
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Chapter 17 ~ Even the Best Laid Plans…
As she undressed, Hermione watched the Potions Master do likewise, his dark eyes resting on her coolly as he opened his robes, peeled them back and slid them off. As before, all he wore underneath were his boxers, socks and boots. He sat down on his bed and removed his boots then socks, stuffing them inside his boots and sliding them under the bed. Hermione could see his boxers were tented as the wizard leveled his eyes on her. She had removed her shoes, skirt and blouse and now stood before him in plain white knickers and bra.
“Hurry up,” the wizard said, frowning at her slightly.
Hermione scowled back at him and removed her bra insolently as if to say “Is this what you want to see?”
“Your knickers,” Severus said, his eyes resting on her full breasts. He still evidenced no other sign of desire but his tented boxers.
Hermione removed her knickers, revealing her curling chestnut hair. The Potions Master’s eyes rested on her bush for a moment then he stood up.
“Get in the bed,” he said to the witch.
Hermione stalked past him and climbed into the bed, falling on her back and looking up at the wizard. She too was acting as if unaffected, but the truth was his ordering her about turned her on immensely. No other wizard had ever talked to her that way. The Potions Master was so dominating.
Severus knew she was turned on just by the scent of her, which was quite strong and musky. He faced her, standing over the bed, his eyes drifting over her body and remembering how she reacted to the Wheezer. He bent and drew down his boxers, his huge cock springing out and bobbing as if nodding at the witch. Hermione’s eyes widened. Damn. He had to be ten or eleven inches and his girth as wide as her fist. Hermione shifted in the bed, her legs spreading unconsciously. Her eyes became quite heated.
Severus looked down at his cock and then at the witch. Without a word the Potions Master climbed into the bed and rolled on top of Hermione, positioning himself between her thighs. He studied her face, bringing to mind what he had learned about masochists. The Potions Master shifted and leaned on one elbow. He then reached down and positioned his cock between Hermione legs, pressing into the depression that led to her entrance, the witch letting out a small gasp as she felt his hardness resting against her.
Hermione’s hands rested on either side of her head. She didn’t think she should embrace the Potions Master. He was so cold after all and this wasn’t an act of true passion.
The wizard shifted back over Hermione, rose up on his hands and slowly slid his cock inside her, biting his lip as her softness and wetness wrapped around his swollen shaft tightly. Hermione groaned as the wizard parted her, sliding all that hot stiff thickness into her body, stretching her around him.
“Mmmm. Nice,” Severus groaned and began to stroke the witch gently, focusing on the delicious caress of her flesh sliding over his cock as he stared down at her. He slid his full length in and out of the witch, bumping her cervix lightly. She felt good this way, but it was going to get better.
Hermione was sighing with pleasure as the wizard gently filled her, but at this rate…she’d orgasm next month. She wished he would show more strength…more power. Why was he so gentle?
The witch wound her hips to goad him on and the Potions Master gasped as she whirled his cock inside her. He responded by whirling his pelvis and the witch keened as he stretched her pussy in ways it had never stretched before…but he was still very controlled and easy with his stroke.
“What a waste of cock,” Hermione breathed, then her eyes widened as she realized she said her thought out loud. The Professor stopped moving, his black eyes narrowed as he looked down at her.
“What did you say?” he snarled.
“Oh, what a shock?” the witch breathed up at him.
Severus lowered himself to Hermione’s body and rested on his elbows, his cock embedded firmly inside her. He could feel her pulsing around him. He studied her face as the witch looked up at him rather bewildered. Why had he stopped?
“It seems you are dissatisfied with my method of fucking,” the wizard said, his brows furrowed. “It feels good to me. Doesn’t it feel good to you? I realize I am taking advantage of my patron’s rights, however it doesn’t have to be unpleasant for you. Tell me what’s wrong?”
Hermione blinked up at him. No wizard wanted to be told he couldn’t fuck. So she lied.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she responded. “You feel all right. You’re big and that helps.”
Severus’ nostrils flared. He was just “all right?” Being big “helped?” Not a glaring compliment of his sexual prowess.
“Yes, I have a big cock,” he agreed, “However, it has been my experience that witches want me to be…controlled and gentle with it, otherwise sex could become…uncomfortable for them. I could fuck them too hard. Cause a terrible ache. I imagine you want the same thing, don’t you Miss Granger? Gentleness?”
Hermione looked up at him, torn. No wizard had ever asked her how she wanted it. She wanted to tell him to use his tool, to fuck her hard…but the words wouldn’t come out. She was still fearful she’d be seen as some kind of sick freak to want to be treated so brutally. She didn’t want the wizard to have that to hold over her head, so she didn’t answer him. But the gush of hot lubrication that rolled over his cock answered for her.
The wizard hissed as he felt her flow.
“Now what was that, Miss Granger? A yes or a no?” he said to her, his beautiful voice washing over her like silk.
Hermione still didn’t answer him.
The wizard studied her face for a moment, then pulled back and rammed his cock into her hard, slamming against her cervix powerfully. Hermione shrieked and buckled, her mouth dropping open and her eyes glazing as she looked up at him rather wildly, panting from his ache.
“That is what I could feel like if I didn’t restrain myself,” Severus purred at her. Gods, it had felt good to drive into her that way. Freeing. The Potions Master shuddered a bit as he forced his hungry body under control. It wanted more. Much more.
“Is that what you want, Miss Granger? Or this?”
He gave her several slow, easy strokes. It was pleasurable for him, but fucking the shit out of the witch would be much more enjoyable. Hermione bit her lip as his long cock went the depth but not the distance, and she arched beneath him, her eyes glistening. Severus stopped again.
“Tell me how you want it, witch. This may well be the only time I give you a say in how I fuck you. Don’t let the opportunity pass,” he said to her persuasively. “I thought honesty was a Gryffindor trait.”
Hermione’s mouth quivered and she tried to shift her hips and make the wizard start fucking her again, but Severus pressed his loins down hard and held her still.
“Tell me, Hermione,” he breathed, “Tell me what you want, witch. I can give it to you. I am bound to meet all your needs.”
The witch started at Severus’ use of her given name. It sounded delicious on his lips as did his urging. Could she tell this dark wizard what she really needed? Would he understand it?
Severus wanted to hear Hermione say she wanted him to fuck her hard, to take her body and ride it like the Wheezer did. Only he would be much better than a sex toy. And yes, the Potions Master understood her need…he made it a point to understand it, studying it like he did any unfamiliar subject. There was a bit of darkness in everyone longing for release. He would release hers.
“Share your secret,” Severus hissed, becoming impatient now. His cock was throbbing inside her hungrily, wanting friction, slide, depth, possession. The witch’s silence was maddening.
Suddenly, the wizard slammed into the witch again, plowing deep inside her, feeling her shift as he drove against her cervix. Hermione let out a perfectly beautiful shriek, the Potions Master pulling back and falling still again as the witch quivered in reaction beneath him.
“You’re a stubborn little witch,” Severus whispered, suddenly feeling the desire to kiss Hermione, claiming her mouth. But he didn’t do kissing. What the fuck was wrong with him?
“Oh my gods,” Hermione hissed in a quaking voice, tears rolling from the sides of her eyes as she looked up at Severus as if she had never seen him before. “I…I…need you to do that again…I’m so…so close…”
Severus looked down at the witch, surprise in his dark eyes.
“Close?” he repeated.
“Yes…so close…please Professor,” Hermione gasped up at him, her eyes full of desire. Suddenly he wanted to hear her say his name, not his title.
“Call me Severus, witch. I’m no longer your teacher and have my cock buried in you to the hilt. You can drop the formalities,” he said darkly.
“Severussssssss,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling at him, lost now. “Pleeeease. So close.”
She was close? What about him? He hadn’t really gotten the chance to do anything yet but sample her. But what a luscious sample it was. Still…
The Potions Master drew back and slammed his cock into Hermione brutally once more. The witch cried out again, then melted around him, shuddering and whimpering, her pussy clutching at his hardness, squeezing his cock as the witch’s release rolled over his length. The wizard groaned, fighting back his own urge to release…and failing as Hermione murmured his given name again, her small hands sliding down his back and nails digging lightly into his flesh
“Fuck!” the wizard cursed, throwing his head back and pressing deep into Hermione’s body as pleasure burst through him, filling the witch and adding to her wetness.
“You little minx,” he growled down at her through his pulsing. “You made me come.”
Hermione didn’t care as she came down from her own orgasm, feeling the wizard’s cock pulsing hugely inside her as it emptied. Her eyes were closed and she wore a sexy little smile in counterpoint to Severus’ frustrated frown. It was hard to purposely frown while coming, but the Potions Master managed it, despite his physical pleasure. Finally his pulsing stopped and he stared down at the witch.
Hermione opened her eyes.
“Now that was good,” she said softly.
Severus gave her his blackest look yet.
“No, that was a premature ejaculation,” the Potions Master said angrily, “Brought on by your reluctance to admit you want me to bust a new orifice in you. I am highly displeased, Hermione,” he hissed at her.
“Like it’s my fault you came?” the witch replied, “I don’t see what you’re so upset about. Wasn’t that your objective? To reach climax? Plus you gave me an orgasm. That’s a big plus in my book. I didn’t think you would do it.”
“But we didn’t fuck, witch. That was the whole purpose of bringing you to my bed,” the wizard said, exasperated. “I wanted to fuck you.”
“But you did,” Hermione replied, coloring at the thought of those delicious hard strokes. She hadn’t needed many, that was for sure.
Severus rose up on his elbows.
“I most certainly did not fuck you, witch,” he seethed down at her as he withdrew from her wetly. “I merely pricked you.”
Hermione fought back a giggle at his “prick” statement, but the wizard didn’t miss the mirth in her eyes. Furious, he rolled out of the bed, walked over to his robes, pulled out his wand and scourgified her, then himself.
He walked back over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, looking back at her.
“You find this funny, witch? I assure you…it won’t be funny when I recover,” he said darkly, fiddling with his cock as if he could speed up the process. Severus was so angry he almost said something about the Wheezer, but caught himself.
Hermione was still randy however, and found his threats a turn on.
“Maybe you’ll last longer next time,” she said by way of comfort.
It had the opposite effect.
“Why you little…” the Professor snarled, his fists clenching for a moment before he grabbed Hermione and slung her out of the bed to her feet, the witch shrieking as he did so.
“Get on your knees! Now!” the wizard hissed.
Oh shit.
Hermione was creaming herself already. She knew what was coming and dropped to her knees. This was like a fantasy coming true for her. Who knew the snarky Potions Master would be the kind of wizard she dreamed about?
Severus caught her by her hair and dragged her forward, Hermione shuffling on her knees to keep him from pulling any hair out.
“You’re going to help me recover witch…then I’m going to give you the fucking of your life,” the wizard seethed.
Severus jerked Hermione forward until she was face to face with his long, limp organ, which was already showing signs of rejuvenation.
“I know you know how to suck a cock,” the Potions Master snarled, lifting his organ and pressing the head against the witch’s lips. Hermione obediently took him into her mouth, sucking softly, then began to bob. The wizard hissed as her warm mouth moved over him. Severus’ scowl eased as he looked down at her sucking his cock submissively and without protest. He felt a bit vindicated.
“That’s right witch. That’s right,” the Potions Master crooned, helping her along by pulling her head back and forth by the hair. Hermione couldn’t remember being so turned on in her life. Her inner thighs were already soaked.
“Do a good job, Hermione…then we’ll see just how long I last.”
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A/N: Oh man, that just didn’t go the way Severus intended. He should have talked less and fucked more. But he was in dominance mode just as much as Hermione was in masochist mode. His ego (and maybe his conscience) demanded she tell him how she wanted him before he just tore into her. Lol, he didn’t count on her hair-trigger orgasm or how his body would react to it. Poor snarky wizard. Hermione didn’t help either with her “next time” comment. ROFL. Anyway, please review.