CHAPTER 34
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Chapter 34 ~ Exercising a Little Restraint
Hermione gave Severus a very slow, thorough and visual blow job, the wizard biting his lip and trying to watch her, his head falling back until finally she stopped and adjusted the pillows for him, the wizard protesting as her mouth moved away.
“Sssh. You want to see don’t you?” she smiled at him.
“It would be better if you let me loose, witch,” he said to her.
Hermione kissed him, a slow, languid possession, scouring his mouth with her tongue for a moment before sliding back down his body and resuming her laving of his cock, holding it up and making sure her curls were out of the way so Severus could watch her lips slide over his thickness as well as feel it.
And the Potions Master did watch her, his nostrils flared, sounds of pleasure escaping him as he was forced to be a sensate observer rather than a participant. But the witch wasn’t trying to bring him to orgasm and he wanted to release, his cock swollen to an immense size, Hermione having to stretch her mouth as wide as she could to engulf him.
“Faster,” he hissed.
Hermione ignored the wizard, enjoying the feel of his hot hardness filling her mouth at her own pace.
“Hermione…faster,” the Potions Master groaned, frustrated. “Make me come, witch.”
The witch still paid him no attention, sliding to the very tip of the bulbous head, swirling her tongue over it and bobbing back down, steadily. He was throbbing in her mouth and she could taste his salty pre-cum as she moved over him. Her own core was dripping now, she was so aroused by having Severus trapped and subject to her will. She found she loved being in control. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at Severus who was absolutely wet-eyed with need.
“I could get used to having you like this,” she said to him sitting up, the wizard groaning as he realized she wasn’t going to bring him to climax.
“You could, but believe me, Hermione…you won’t,” he seethed, “You’re a fucking tease witch. You bring me to the edge then let me fall back.”
Hermione stretched out on his body, holding her face close to his.
“There’s more than one way to come to the edge, Severus,” she breathed as she began to rub her body over his, grinding her pelvis against his cock in a circular motion, the wizard gasping as she pressed against him.
Once again Hermione covered his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, the wizard responding powerfully. All he could touch her with was his tongue and he plundered her mouth hungrily, hoping to arouse her to the point she would give him release. Still, her teasing and taunting meant something to him…she was investing time in him…her passion appeared to be real. This was not the act of a charge fulfilling an agreement. This was the second time she initiated sex with him, and although he said he would not be at her beck and call, it appeared his body had different ideas and he was becoming more and more a slave to his body when it came to Hermione.
He enjoyed kissing Hermione now too. After his experience with the witch at the beach, he decided just fucking her wouldn’t be enough now. There were so many other ways to feel pleasure with the witch. He found out making the witch feel him in other ways was almost arousing as fucking her. She tasted good too, every part of her. Clean. Musky, Delicious.
She had quite a vocal range as well.
Suddenly Severus was gripped with a stomach-clenching thought. The end of his patronage. Why this thought would enter his mind as Hermione kissed him so passionately he didn’t know. The thought of her beyond his reach made his blood run cold. He was used to having her now. Damn it, he liked having her available to him. It was almost as if…
Hermione felt the change in the wizard and stopped kissing him, her eyes worried.
“Severus…Severus, what’s wrong?” she asked him, looking into his dark eyes. They looked so vulnerable for a moment, then became hooded and hard as he looked up at her.
“Just do what you mean to do witch,” he said harshly. “Then let me loose.”
Hermione stared down at him. What had just happened? Severus had seemed as if he was accepting her ministrations fine, enjoying them and now…now he seemed angry at her. Resigned. Disconnected.
“All right,” she said in a low voice, sitting up and sliding back resting her core on the wizard’s cock.
Severus’ hard eyes focused on her angrily. Why was he so angry again?
“Don’t be angry, Severus,” she said softly, caressing his cheek. “I don’t want you angry. I want you to accept me. Accept this.”
“How much more can I accept you, witch? I give you my protection. I give you opportunity. I give you the whole of my home. I give you my…time. And I give it to you the way you want it. What more do you want from me?” Severus replied.
Hermione stared down at him.
“I want you to let me give back to you,” the witch said softly. “All your life, you’ve given Severus…given everything for everyone with no reward, no recompense. You sacrificed years of your life for an ungrateful society without as much as a thank you in the end. You’ve been used, and knew you were being used, but still did what was right to do. Severus…in the beginning it was that way with me. I wanted to use you. I wanted access to what you had to help Harry, your books and your knowledge. That was all I wanted. I had completely selfish motives….”
Hermione drew in a deep breath at her admission of shallowness. It was so…unGryffindorish. Her amber eyes began to glisten as she continued.
“…but over the weeks and months…I’ve discovered what I really want is access to you. You gave much more to me than was required, Severus. There are aspects to being your charge that I would have never imagined would be so satisfying and fulfilling.”
Severus’ eyes never left the witch’s face. He knew she was talking about the sex they shared. She had no idea it was because he had watched her with the Wheezer that he knew what she needed to be satisfied. But the bottom line was he still satisfied her. Hermione continued.
“I want you to let me show appreciation, to show you what you do for me matters and not just because you are my patron, Severus. But because…because I feel you are truly a special man in many, many ways. Accept me that way, Severus. That’s what I want from you. I will meet all of my obligations to you regardless, but I want you to know what happens between us is not totally because of our agreement. I know I am bound to meet your physical needs, Severus…but I find you desirable beyond that…and I want you to know it. That is what I want you to accept. That you are more than a patron to me.”
Severus stared at the witch, his eyes washing over her. She was a lovely young woman, someone he honestly thought he would never have been able to attract on his own merits. Yes, because he was well off, he could most likely have “kept” a woman who would service him because of his situation…but a witch like Hermione Granger…brilliant, educated, dedicated…no…he didn’t believe he could have drawn her to him under circumstances other than patronage.
Hermione stared down at the Potions Master, obviously waiting for a response to her declaration, her desire. Severus found he couldn’t answer her the way she wanted. It was…too much. Too affecting. To close to “making a commitment.”
“Do what you’re going to do, witch,” the Potions Master repeated, though her words affected him powerfully. “Then release me.”
Hermione sighed inwardly. Had she even made a dent in his hard heart? She had no way to tell. Ooh, Severus was so aggravating. Well, if he didn’t react to her words, he would certainly react to her body.
Hermione lifted her body and reached down between her thighs and grasped Severus’ cock. The wizard made a noise as he watched her raise her body higher and lift his weeping organ, pointing it at the apex of her body. He bit his lip in anticipation as Hermione looked at him and lowered herself slowly, burying his cock inch by inch inside her hot, moist sleeve until she had him fully immersed inside her and rested on his thighs.
Hermione placed her hands on Severus’ strong shoulders, leaned down and covered his mouth with her own, the wizard groaning as the angle of his penetration shifted. As she snaked her tongue into his mouth, Hermione began to move back and forth, fucking him slowly, whirling her hips and tightening her inner muscles to stimulate him as she rode his cock.
“Shit,” the wizard gasped into her mouth, feeling Hermione smile and speed up, her lips sliding over his cheek until they rested against his ear as her petite body flexed.
“You feel so good,” she breathed, her warm breath tickling her ear. “You have such a big, hard cock, Severus. I bet this is the first time you’ve ever been fucked by a witch. Does it feel good? Do I feel good to you?”
“Yes. Keep going, witch,” the wizard growled in response, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as Hermione did all the work, her pussy caressing his swollen, hungry organ, her sweet orifice so wet and tight. “Keep doing what you’re doing.”
Encouraged by Severus’ response, Hermione sat up, her hands still on his shoulders and began to bounce on the Potions Master’s cock harder, her thighs slapping against his loins, looking down and watching his pale thickness disappear inside her over and over.
“Oh gods, yes!” she hissed, speeding up, Severus’ eyes watching her hotly. She certainly loved his cock. His face contorted as she suddenly looked at him, her eyes blazing.
“I love your cock,” she breathed, confirming his own observation while releasing his shoulders and sitting straight up, rising and falling, her hair bouncing and whipping around her face, her hands resting on her thighs, slamming down on him and starting to shriek as his ache hit her.
Gods, she was beautiful in her passion.
Severus felt like bucking his hips up into her, but Hermione had restrained that part of his body too. He could only be ridden, not do the riding.
“Release me,” he hissed, wanting to roll the witch over and really make her shriek.
Hermione didn’t hear him. She was too far gone fucking the wizard. Severus closed his eyes, his head craning back into the pillows as his pleasure built and built, the shrieking witch taking him to the very edge of bliss. Suddenly she exploded over him, her pussy choking his cock as her hot flow poured over his shaft and spread over his loins, wetting his thighs and balls. His mouth watered as he scented her release, and her pussy milked him as Hermione sat pressing down on him, the head of his cock snug against her cervix as she pulsed around him, whimpering her pleasure, her mouth hanging slackly.
Hermione looked at him, her eyes soft and smoldering. Suddenly the Potions Master let out a howl and came, his come fountaining like a geyser inside the witch as his mouth dropped open, Hermione hissing as his heat filled her, then falling forward, capturing the wizard’s mouth and kissing him deeply as he shot pulse after pulse into her body, shuddering under her.
Severus hadn’t expected that release, though he was on the edge when Hermione came. It was when she looked at him the way she did that he pitched over, his balls tightening almost painfully as his release tore through him in such a pleasurable rush he couldn’t help but howl in ecstasy. It was that good. One of the best releases he had ever experienced.
As he panted into Hermione’s mouth, Severus decided being taken by a witch wasn’t so bad at all. Hermione released his mouth but rested her forehead against his, still panting from her own orgasm, her skin damp. The scent of sex was heavy and heady, and she felt giddy, almost intoxicated as their eyes met.
“Are you still going to get me for this?” she asked him breathlessly.
“Eventually,” he gasped back at her, closing his eyes.
Even though Hermione had done all the work, he felt exhausted. His breathing eased and Hermione rested against him for several minutes until she was sure he was asleep. That ejaculation must have really been good for him. He rarely fell asleep after sex.
Hermione looked down at him, then eased up, letting his spent organ slip out of her. Severus groaned slightly but didn’t wake. Carefully she climbed off of him. Ooh, she still ached. Quietly she walked over to the chair and picked up her wand, scourgifying herself, then Severus. Then she carefully removed his restraints and magically dressed herself.
She planned on getting while the getting was good. The Potions Master could come to the house and find her after he woke up. She was about to creep out of his bedroom when suddenly nature called.
Shit. She had to pee.
Hermione quietly walked into the bathroom and used the loo, wincing a bit as it stung. She didn’t flush, afraid it would wake the wizard. She walked back into the bedroom and looked at the bed.
Shit. It was empty.
“Planning on going somewhere?” Severus asked her, catching her by the arm and plucking her wand out of her pocket.
He had awakened the moment she climbed off of him, but pretended to still be sleeping. He had only fallen into a light doze. When she entered the bathroom he rolled out of the bed, stood to the side of the bathroom door and waited for her to exit.
So she planned to leave him there, did she?
“I never imagined you as a witch to “love them and leave them,” he purred, pulling her against his naked body.
“Well, you were resting so nicely, I didn’t want to disturb you,” Hermione said lamely as his black eyes glittered down at her.
“No, you wanted to get out of here before I woke up free,” he replied, his lip quirking.
Hermione didn’t say anything. It was true after all.
He pushed her toward the bed.
“Sit down and wait for me to dress. We’ll leave together,” he said. “You do have me for the entire day after all. I don’t plan on wasting it sleeping.”
Hermione obediently sat down, wondering what he planned on doing to her.
Severus smirked as he dressed manually, knowing that as he took his time, Hermione was probably worrying more and more about what his revenge would be. Actually, revenge was the furthest thing from his mind. Severus had enjoyed what the witch did immensely, once he got over being forcibly restrained. Oh, he would do something to Hermione all right, but it wouldn’t be actual retaliation for him, though the witch would most likely think it was.
He wouldn’t correct her.
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A/N: Sorry all. A little under the weather. Please review.