CHAPTER 35
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Chapter 35 ~ Severus’ Revenge
Hermione and Severus apparated to his home and were greeted by Eli. Hermione walked to her rooms to put away her things and change into something more comfortable. Severus waited several moments, then followed her, smirking wickedly. He walked up to her bedroom, pulled out his wand then opened her door quickly.
“Petrificus Totalus!” he cried, hitting the startled witch with the hex.
Hermione’s arms and legs snapped together and she toppled on her back to the bed, her eyes shifting back and forth frantically. Severus entered the room, closing the door behind him.
“It seems,” he purred at the stricken witch, “that ‘eventually’ came sooner rather than later.”
Hermione looked at him, her eyes narrowed. She couldn’t speak.
Severus walked over to the bed, caught her by her stiff legs and straightened her out so she lay in the bed on her back, stiff as a board. He still had her wand and released her from the body bind.
“What was that for?” she demanded.
“That was for this,” he said, pointing his wand at her again.
A rope flew out of the tip of it, securely tying Hermione’s right wrist to the right bedpost. The witch gasped and tugged at the rope frantically. Then she looked at the wizard.
“Severus…” she began.
“I realize ropes aren’t as creative as your invisible restraints, Hermione, but I am a visual wizard. I want to see you tied up,” he said, pointing his wand at her legs and binding them spread-eagled by the ankles to the bedposts as the witch struggled. He then bound her last flailing limb. The witch arched up against the ropes as Severus looked down at her hotly.
“One more thing,” he said, flicking his wand at her lazily, “Divesto.”
Suddenly Hermione was naked.
“Much better,” Severus said silkily, picking up the pillows off the bed and throwing them into a corner of the room. His black eyes glittered down at her. “I’ll be right back.”
The wizard left the room, leaving Hermione nude and tied to her bed. She struggled but the ropes binding her were magical and held her firm. Finally, she gave up and let her head drop back to the bed. Dear gods, was Severus going to recreate her own act?
Hermione felt a gush between her legs at the thought of Severus fucking her while she was restrained and at his mercy. A masochist’s dream.
Presently, Severus entered the bedroom again, closing the door behind him and placing something on her dresser. She couldn’t see what it was. He looked down at the witch, then slowly and purposely started unbuttoning his robes.
Hermione looked at him, her amber eyes glistening. She was silent.
The Potions Master arched an eyebrow at her.
“No questions about what I’m going to do to you? No begging to be released, or asking for mercy, Hermione?” he asked her.
She still didn’t say anything. The wizard stopped unfastening his robes and bent over her, sniffing. He straightened.
“No, I imagine not,” he said with a smirk.
The scent of her arousal was strong. He began unbuttoning his robes again, eyeing her.
“Now, how am I supposed to punish you witch if you want punishing?” he said, more to himself than Hermione. “That’s the trouble with masochists. They like being punished.”
Hermione felt another gush and made a little sound as she writhed a bit, her nipples hardening as Severus slipped his robes off and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. That was it. He undressed no further. Hermione looked at him puzzled.
Severus walked across the room and grabbed the little wooden folding chair from against the wall, stopped by the dresser and picked up the unknown item then set the chair down next to the bed, facing it. He sat down in it, his eyes sweeping down Hermione’s body before resting on her face. Whatever the item he had was, she couldn’t see it. He was holding it between his legs.
“Aren’t you going to undress?” Hermione asked the wizard, her voice husky with desire.
Severus smirked.
“I don’t think so,” he replied.
What? He wasn’t going to undress?
Hermione stared at him.
“Why not?” she asked in a rather disappointed voice, then she said hopefully, “or are you just going to…you know…open your trousers?”
Maybe he was going to do her fully dressed. She could go for that too.
He shook his head.
“I will not be ‘dropping trou’ either,” the wizard responded smirking.
Dropping trou? How the hell had he learned that muggle American term? Well, that didn’t matter…what mattered was, it seemed he didn’t intend to fuck her.
Now that was punishment…especially after getting her all worked up.
“Well, why do you have me all tied up then? If you aren’t going to fuck me, Severus…you might as well let me go,” Hermione said in a very frustrated voice.
Severus looked so delicious in his partially opened shirt and trousers, his lanky hair swinging forward as he leaned toward her, his dark eyes fixed on her face, a look of amusement on his pale face.
“You seem to have the erroneous notion that you are in charge here, Hermione. Fucking you would not be a punishment at all. Giving you a brutal beating with my cock is a reward to you witch. Gentleness would be a punishment. A light touch.”
Severus turned his hand and raised it. Hermione’s eyes widened as she saw what was in his hand. A long, black feather.
“Raucous says hello,” he purred.
It seemed Severus’ familiar was going to get back a bit of his own, although he wouldn’t be there to see it himself.
Hermione stared at the feather, then began to struggle against her restraints rather wildly.
“No Severus. Don’t touch me with that,” she said, a bit of fear in her eyes.
The wizard arched an eyebrow as the witch struggled, her full breasts jiggling invitingly. Why was Hermione so frightened? He dangled the feather over her belly, tip down.
“Why not?” he asked, waving it a little.
“Because,” Hermione panted, sucking her belly in, “I am horribly, horribly ticklish.”
Severus cocked his head.
“Are you really?” he asked silkily, standing up and walking to the bottom of the bed, Hermione watching him like a trapped animal. He took the feather and tickled the bottom of her right foot with it.
“AHHhahahahahaha!” Hermione laughed, struggling to move her foot. “Stop it! Hahahahaha!”
Severus smirked and moved to her other foot.
“Ahahahahahaha! Oh go..hahahaha! Stop!” the witch gasped between hysterical laughter. “Please stop! Hahahahahahah!”
Severus took the feather away and watched as the witch tried to regain her composure, her breasts rising and falling. He had never tied a witch up, and certainly never tickled one with a feather before. He had to admit…it was rather fun.
“You bastard!” Hermione spat at him.
“Such language. That deserves another tickle,” the Potions Master purred, running the feather slowly up her inner right leg. Hermione burst out into choked laughter again, Severus smirking as she did so. He stopped at her inner thigh, his black eyes focused on her glistening core.
The wizard thought about tickling her there, but her juices would gum up the feather. Maybe after he tortured her a bit more he’d go back to it. Severus climbed into the bed, settling his knees between her legs and bent over her, bringing the tip of the feather just above her nipples.
“No…no…” Hermione gasped as he pretended to bring the feather down to the tip of her right breast.
“Yes. Yessss,” he responded, moving the feather in a circle around the swell of her breast, causing a fresh peal of laughter before brushing it back and forth over her nipple which hardened again. He pulled the feather away and leaned forward, taking the hard nub into his mouth and sucking gently.
Hermione’s laughter quickly turned into sighs as she felt his warm mouth engulf her. Now it was the Potions Master’s tongue that swirled around her nipple. The witch arched and groaned, letting out a small wail as the wizard left her breast with a pop. He looked at the glistening tip and said, “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Yes…more,” Hermione whispered, offering her other breast.
Instead, Severus put the tip of the feather under her navel and slowly drew it up her body, over her belly, between her breasts and around her throat, the witch laughing hysterically, but dropping her head and catching the feather under her chin.
“Please, stop Severus. I can’t take it…you’re going to make me pee on myself,” she gasped.
Well the Potions Master didn’t want that. He had never tried ‘golden showers’ but wasn’t the least bit interested in exploring the act. He stretched out his arm and dropped the feather on the side of the bed.
“I don’t want that type of stain on my mattress,” he purred, rolling slightly to the side and bringing his hand down to Hermione’s apex, running a finger between her labia and making her buckle as he flicked her clit. He began to play in her pussy, twiddling his fingers expertly over her sensitive flesh, the witch arching and bucking her hips as he stared down at her, watching her respond to his touch, panting, crying out, begging for more. He slipped two fingers inside her and began to fuck her gently, mashing her clit with his thumb, stopping when she was at the point of climax, the witch cursing him soundly. When she calmed, he began again.
After about twenty minutes of this torment, Hermione was wild-eyed and covered in perspiration, her hair clinging to her face. The Potions Master had a raging erection from the witch’s response and pleas. She had begged him to fuck her and make her come, the desperation on her face turning him on immensely. She wanted him badly.
Severus knew that Hermione Granger was not like the witches he had been with before…when they were hot and bothered, any wizard would do. Hermione wanted only him. It gave the snarky wizard a good feeling inside to know this.
Hermione promised him the sun, moon and stars if he would just fuck her.
“Begging becomes you, witch,” he said softly, his eyes on her flushed face. Suddenly he moved back down the bed, getting up and sucking his fingers clean, his eyes on Hermione’s writhing body. The witch watched him hungrily.
“What are you doing?” she called to him.
“Leaving. I have papers I have to grade. We had a busy weekend and I’m behind,” he said buttoning up his shirt and walking over to his robes.
“Leaving? Leaving me like this?” she asked him incredulously, her voice shrilly.
“I will untie you,” he responded, “But I don’t want you jumping all over me when I do. I said I am leaving and have work to do. I mean it.”
He looked at her somberly as he pulled on his robes. Hermione could tell he did mean it.
“You’re a cruel bastard,” Hermione said bitterly.
Severus smirked at her as he fastened his robes up.
“Yes. But then…people who punish are supposed to be cruel, aren’t they?” he responded, flicking his wand at her four times.
The ropes flew back into his wand tip and Hermione was loose. She lay in the bed in the same position however. She was aching for the wizard, truly burning up for him. Her pussy felt as if it were vibrating.
“Severus…” she said in a broken voice.
The wizard looked back at her.
“Perhaps I will see you in a few hours. Maybe a nap will help in the meantime,” he said smoothly, opening the door and exiting the room.
Hermione sprang up in the bed and let out a string of obscenities.
Severus smirked as he heard her and strode toward his study. He still had Hermione’s wand in his pocket. She couldn’t be trusted with it in her state. More than likely she’d body bind him and have her way again.
Not this time, witch.
Severus chuckled.
Yes, he really was a cruel bastard. He hadn’t lost it. Not a bit.
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Hot, bothered and randy as hell, Hermione sat on the edge of the bed, rocking, her arms wrapped around her belly as the bubble of need inside her pulsed. Severus had brought her so close to the edge it was unbearable.
Suddenly she looked toward her nightstand.
The Wheezer. Oh gods, yes!
Quickly Hermione opened her drawer and reached to the back of it for the bag that contained her ultimate release. It wasn’t Severus, but could do the job…and she needed the job done. She scowled as she didn’t feel the bag.
Standing up, Hermione pulled the entire drawer out of the nightstand, set it on the bed and rifled through it.
Gone! The Wheezer was gone!
What the hell could have happened to it? Had Eli taken it?
No, she doubted the house elf would do that. Could she have inadvertently thrown it away?
No. She hadn’t ever cleaned out the nightstand drawer.
Hermione sat heavily back down on the bed next to the drawer. This was terrible. Absolutely terrible.
In his study, Severus watched through his security mirror as Hermione desperately looked for her Wheezer, a nasty little smirk on his face.
She’d never find it.
He put the mirror away and pulled the stack of student parchments closer, dipping his quill into the bottle of red ink on his desk.
He’d bet his last galleon that next time Hermione Granger felt inclined to restrain him, she’d ask first.
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A/N: Ooooh MEAN Severus. That was just plain DIRTY. Lolol. Poor Hermione. Well, Severus was right. She would have enjoyed practically anything he did to her if it involved his tool. He is something else. I’d kill him. Well, maybe not kill him…heh heh. Anyway, please review. Thanks.