CHAPTER 33
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Chapter 33 ~ The Witch that Binds
As Hermione walked a surprisingly compliant Severus through his bedroom door, she was thinking hard. She had been in this position at the beach, one of control…then he flipped the script on her and she hadn’t been able to give the wizard what she wanted. Severus had his own ideas of the roles of witches and wizards sexually, and from his view, he was the one who dominated the situation.
Hermione wanted to be the first witch to reverse this, to show him what it was like to surrender. She felt that was what he needed to experience, what it was to be wanted. Hermione stopped in the middle of the room, pulled out her wand and closed the door, warding it. Severus looked at her with an eyebrow arched.
“Locking me in, witch?” he asked her.
“Yes,” Hermione replied, replacing her wand in her robes pocket. She felt a bit nervous. The Potions Master was going to be livid…she knew it. Hopefully by the end he will have accepted what she’d done and not want vengeance. She looked up at him.
“Severus, you have been kinder and more supportive to me than I would have ever thought possible. I just want you to know I appreciate that very much,” she said softly, reaching up and beginning to unfasten his robes.
“If by being kind you mean fucking you into conniptions and doing my part as your patron, your appreciation is duly noted.” he replied, his dark eyes resting on her as she worked on his robes.
“You didn’t have to help me restore Harry, but you did. I think that was kind,” she said as she parted his robes, walked around them and slid them off his shoulders. She carried it over to the chair, folded it and set it down.
Severus sighed as she came back and started on his shirt.
“Hermione, the main reason I helped Harry was because I wanted to see exactly what my Harper powers could do, and how. The only way I could do that was to participate in your project. Were it not for that, I would not have helped either of you,” he said evenly, “You are reading things into my character that are not there. I could care less if Potter remained as animated as a piece of broccoli for the rest of his life.”
Hermione scowled slightly as she unbuttoned his shirt.
“I don’t believe it. I still think you would have helped even if you weren’t a Harper. You offered to play the music for me to show me how it should sound before we knew of your power. You helped me judge too. You didn’t have to do those things,” she said, pulling his shirt out of his pants, then opening his cuffs.
“I only helped you judge because you didn’t know what you were looking for and that made you waste valuable time you could be using on other projects. It was expediency, not kindness that moved me to assist you,” he said coldly as she slipped the shirt off his shoulders and also placed it on the chair.
Hermione walked back to the wizard and knelt down in front of him, removing first one boot and sock, then the other. She tucked the socks into the boots and slid them under his bed.
She began to open his trousers which were very tented, looking up at him as she did so.
“I think you did the things you did to make me happy,” she said to the wizard.
“And why would I care if you were happy or not?” the wizard questioned her…scowling at her attempts to turn him into a nice guy. He wasn’t nice, no matter how she interpreted his treatment of her. He had never been “nice.”
“Because it’s better to fuck a happy witch than an unhappy one,” she replied, drawing down his trousers. Severus stepped out of them. This was the first time a witch ever undressed him.
“There might be a bit of truth to that, if I didn’t enjoy you crying as much as I do,” the wizard growled. This was true. He often had Hermione absolutely sobbing when he took her. This was a recent development though…just like his roughness. He wasn’t always this way. There was just something about the witch’s masochism that plucked a chord in him and turned him into an animal.
“Yes, but I’m not crying from sadness in those situations, Severus. Passion and ache bring those kinds of tears. Sometimes I want to cry when you’re on top of me and am far from unhappy in that case,” she said softly as she hooked her fingers into his boxers and drew them down.
Severus let out a little growl when she said she wanted to cry under him. His cock bounced hungrily and he was fully erect, his stiff member poking Hermione in the belly as he stood before her naked…the witch fully clothed. Hermione ran her hands down his pale torso, over his ridged belly and down his lean muscular thighs on either side of his swollen organ. She didn’t touch it. Severus hoped she was going to give him a blow job. It had been a while.
“Now what about this “gratitude?” he asked Hermione impatiently, thrusting his hips forward and actually stabbing her in her belly.
“Get in the bed,” she said to the wizard…a bit of command in her voice.
Severus looked at her as if deciding whether to obey her or not. He wasn’t used to being ordered about by witches. Then he remembered the look she gave him in Albus’ office and found himself curious as to what she would do. So the wizard got into the bed, and lay down on his back, looking at the witch.
Hermione took a deep breath, pulled out her wand and hit Severus with a restraining spell. There were no ropes or bindings, but he couldn’t move his arms, legs or even his hips. The wizard struggled, his face black as an incoming storm.
“You little minx! What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Release me immediately!” he shouted at her, furious.
Severus hated feeling helpless and at anyone’s mercy.
Hermione shook her head.
“No. If you were free, you would take over. I don’t want you to take over. I want to be the one in control of sex this time,” she said.
“I’ll let you be in control,” the wizard lied. Shit, he was going to fuck her in the ass for this indignity. The angry glint in his eyes told Hermione it was too late to release him. She might as well go for broke.
“No you won’t. You don’t ever relinquish control, Severus. It’s ‘wizard on top’ all the time. I’m capable of giving you pleasure in other ways. You shut me down at the beach…took over completely. I never had a chance to do any of the things I said I wanted to do to you. You did what you always do, dominated me.”
Severus frowned at her. His erection was at half-mast now.
“You want to be dominated,” he said, “From day one you wanted me to fuck you like an animal. I’ve only done what you wanted, Hermione. Now you tie me down insisting I relinquish control. You’ve always been in control witch. You’ve set the rules of engagement, not me. I may control the where and when…but you control the how. Now let me loose.”
Hermione shook her head.
“No,” she said flatly.
“LET ME LOOSE,WITCH!” Severus roared, making Hermione cringe for a moment as his black eyes flashed at her murderously. He looked as if he would kill her if she let him loose. The witch had never seen an angrier wizard.
Maybe she miscalculated.
But gods, he looked delicious restrained in the bed, every muscle flexing as he struggled against his invisible bonds. Severus ceased struggling as he looked at the witch looking at his body hungrily.
“You like seeing me like this. Helpless. It turns you on, doesn’t it, Hermione?” he said quietly, rage still in his eyes.
“Yes,” she said a bit hollowly. “You’re like a beautiful animal. So strong. Untamed. Powerful.”
“And at your mercy,” he added, relaxing somewhat.
“Under my control,” she said in a near whisper, her eyes glistening as she pulled out her wand again. She pointed it at herself.
“Divesto,” she breathed.
Instantly, the witch was nude, her clothes appearing neatly folded on top of Severus’ own. The wizard looked at her petite, curvaceous body and swallowed. Despite his situation, his cock began to harden again. He couldn’t help reacting to her. One thing was for certain, there were layers to Hermione’s sexuality. She wasn’t just a masochist. Severus wasn’t exactly sure what this meant, but he hoped that there wasn’t a sadist hiding inside her twisted little nature.
Though he didn’t mind a little pain connected with sex, preferably in the form of nails raking down his back mid-coitus. Another new discovery since bedding Hermione. Come to think of it…Severus realized discovered several new avenues of sexual pleasure since forming the patronage agreement with the brilliant witch.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. No, he didn’t like being at anyone’s mercy. He’d had enough of being bound and punished during his service to Voldemort. He didn’t think Hermione meant to punish him. That was more his nature, not hers.
He watched as the witch approached the bed and looked down on his body. She certainly looked appreciative as her eyes drifted over him. Then they flicked up to his face.
“You’re going to get me for this, aren’t you?” she asked the wizard.
“Most likely, witch,” he replied. “Even if I find what you do to me pleasurable, there is still the matter of you binding me against my will. Such an indignity requires…punishment.”
Hermione sighed, then climbed into the bed, straddling the wizard’s stomach, her wet core juicing up his flesh. Severus hissed as he felt her heat and wetness. He could smell her too. She really was turned on.
“I guess I’d better enjoy you all I can right now then…but this is about your pleasure, and your surrender, Severus,” she said softly.
The wizard’s eyes grew hard.
“I surrender to no one witch,” he replied. “Not you…not anyone.”
“How about surrendering to pleasure?” she said softly, leaning down and licking his Adam’s apple slowly, tasting his skin. Severus closed his eyes as her soft, limber muscle washed over him.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked him, her voice husky.
Severus didn’t reply and Hermione licked his throat again.
“Imagine what my tongue would feel like all over your body,” the witch whispered, “Has a witch ever worshipped your body with her tongue, Severus? Bathed you from head to toe? Left no part of you untasted?”
Severus felt as if his cock were going to explode as Hermione questioned him.
“No,” he said hoarsely, his hands clenching and unclenching. He couldn’t even buck his hips.
“Would you like to know what it feels like to have a witch do such a thing,” she asked him.
“No,” he responded, trying to keep the control.
”You liar,” Hermione chuckled, flicking her tongue behind his ear, making the pinned wizard shudder. “But it doesn’t matter. I’ve been dying to run my tongue over you for weeks now. I always knew it would have to happen this way or you wouldn’t stand for it. Why are you such a hard man, Severus Snape?”
“I have a naked witch on top of me,” he replied, ignoring the deeper question.
“Yes you do,” Hermione agreed, beginning her slow, thorough worship of the wizard’s tall lean frame, slipping and flicking her tongue over every inch of his body, beginning with his face, the wizard grimacing and twisting his head as she did so, claiming she was acting like an overzealous canine. But he couldn’t help leaning his head back as her mouth washed over his throat and shoulders, then his arms, forearms hands, and sucking on his fingers with he found totally erotic. For a moment he was tempted to grab hold of her hair and twist until she was forced to let him go, but realized her wand was on the chair, so it wouldn’t have made sense to do it.
Besides, her tongue felt exquisite. So, this was gratitude, was it?
Hermione moved back to his torso, licking every inch of it, her head moving sensuously as she laved his sides, her full breasts dragging across his lower belly, and her body climbing over him as she switched sides…then she moved lower and his cock was caught between her breasts, and she purposely moved her body up and down as she licked him, caressing his shaft between her full globes. Severus closed his eyes and groaned, wishing he could push them together tighter over his cock. He couldn’t even hump against her.
“You are a cruel witch,” he said, the silkiness of his voice washing over Hermione. He sounded so delicious. Hermione moved lower, flicking her tongue into the wizard’s navel as if it were a little pussy. He couldn’t even buckle against the tiny penetration. Then she followed the trail of black hair beneath his navel, her chin skimming over his cock.
Severus held his breath as she exhaled, letting warm air wash over his shaft, then moving her head to the right then left, licking the tops of his thighs, then moving lower, down his legs, over his ankles, even his feet, repeating what she did to his fingers to his toes, sucking them and running her tongue between them. Gods, that felt incredible.
Hermione worked her way back up the Potions Master’s legs until she reached his juncture. She stopped, wrapping her hand around the base of his huge, pale cock and holding it upright.
Severus lifted his head to watch as Hermione began to lick it like a lollipop, bathing his shaft in her saliva until it glistened, moving down to the base and running her tongue over his sensitive balls, the wizard groaning as it snaked around them drawing each into her mouth momentarily then blowing them out through her pursed lips, which felt amazing. She ran her lips back up his shaft and began bathing his cock again, the wizard groaning now, his voice full of desire as she teased him unmercifully, pursing her lips around the tip of his cock and wriggling them, refusing to swallow him down as she slid the silken skin back and forth over its core of iron with both her small hands.
“Suck me,” the wizard hissed at her, feeling he would shatter into pieces if the witch’s warm mouth didn’t slip over his pulsing organ.
“Say the magic word,” Hermione asked, her eyes full of heat and mirth as she looked up at him, her hands still working up and down his length.
“Suck my cock, NOW!” he demanded through gritted teeth.
“Not enough magic,” Hermione replied throatily, starting to lick and torment the wizard again.
Gods, when he got loose, he was going to gag her mercilessly with his tool.
Hermione worked him over until Severus’ cock was almost completely red with unrequited need. Finally the Potions Master could bear it no longer. With an effort, he forced the blasted word that would bring him relief out.
“Please,” he hissed, his head falling back and sighing with pleasure as Hermione’s warm mouth quickly slid over him, sucking gently as she bobbed. Damn, it felt so good.
But he had to say please.
Which meant Hermione would have to shriek it before this day was over.
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A/N: Me and my warm-ups. I know…it was supposed to be lemons…but I’m getting there. A restrained Severus is just so yummy I HAD to linger a bit. Please review.