Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 33 ~ Trying Something New

“I’m going to KILL that bird! Where’s my wand?”

Severus woke up to find a restored Hermione still laying atop him, scowling as she looked around his bedroom for her wand. He grabbed her as she attempted to roll off him. It had been three hours before she reverted back. Evidently, eating more than one Canine Candy increased the length of the spell.

“Now, Hermione…you know you can’t kill Raucous. He’s my familiar,” Severus said reasonably as he held the struggling witch tightly, “Besides, you transformed him first. Where’s your Gryffindor sense of fair play?”

Hermione scowled at him.

“Right now I’m feeling quite Slytherin-ish. Revenge at all costs!” she seethed, still struggling. Her motions were arousing the Potions Master, and he started to swell. He pressed his hips against her.

“Wouldn’t you rather work out your frustrations on me? I am his master after all, and responsible for him,” Severus said silkily.

Hermione noticed the lengths of rope on his nightstand and remembered what she had come to do. She stopped struggling. She owed both of them, master and familiar. Plus, there was a decided amount of heat pooling in her belly as she felt Severus’ cock digging into her belly. He was hard as stone.

“I guess you’ll do,” she said, her amber eyes hard.

She had no idea what she would do to make the Potions Master pay for his ‘little indiscretion’ as well as his damn bird, but she’d handle that after she had him securely tied down and vulnerable. Severus released the witch and she immediately rolled to the side of the bed and grabbed her wand off the night table. She pointed it at Severus and divestoed his silk boxers. His cock stood straight up like a flagpole.

His black eyes looked at his erect member, then shifted to Hermione rather hungrily.

“No need looking at me like that, Severus,” she said, pointing her wand at the ropes then at Severus’ body.

The ropes flew off the stand, wrapped and knotted themselves around the wizard’s extremities and pulled him spread-eagle, attaching themselves firmly to each of the four bedposts. This happened quite swiftly, catching the wizard off-guard. He was surprised Hermione knew a spell like this.

“Where did you learn a spell like this?” Severus asked her, feeling very vulnerable, and as a result, uncomfortable.

He tested the bonds, and they were very secure. They even seemed to tighten when he tried them.

Hermione smirked down at him. He looked delicious, his muscular pale body spread helplessly before her, his huge cock at attention.

“Well, since I am a Magical Liberal Arts students, I’ve taken courses in most of the magical fields, including healing. This is a restraining spell that is used on difficult patients. That’s why you were bound so quickly. The ropes are magicked to respond to your strength. The more you struggle, the stronger they become.”

“I see,” Severus said, his black eyes glinting at her. Hermione could tell he didn’t like being tied up and at her mercy.

“I suspect you’re not into being tied up, Severus,” she purred at him, moving closer to the bed and running the tip of her wand slowly down the center of his chest.

“Normally when I was bound Hermione, it meant pain, not pleasure…so yes, I am uncomfortable…but this was the only way I could entice you to my bed…so…” Severus looked at her quietly, hoping to play the sympathy card and get released, so he could ravish her for biting him.

Up to this point, Hermione had thought about conjuring a soft scourge to beat him with playfully, but after hearing his response, she decided against it. She didn’t want to dredge up those memories of torture by Voldemort. Still, she wasn’t going to let him go.

“So,” she finished for him, “You’re all mine, every delicious pale inch of you. Now, what to do to you?”

Of course she planned to fuck him. He had let her on top, but he never let her control the fucking, driving into her rather than letting her ride him. So that was a must. But she wanted to torture him too. Make him crazy for her.

Hmm. She had never given him oral sex either. He wouldn’t let her, though she really wanted to do it. His cock was beautiful and she knew it would give him pleasure, and her pleasure as well.

The reason Severus didn’t want Hermione to do it was because of his issues. For years, Severus got by on strictly blowjobs. He despised women but he still had urges. Sticking his cock in their mouths was his way of getting relief yet still treating them like the whores they were, gagging them unmercifully as he got off. So the Potions Master associated fellatio as a crude act performed by unworthy women. But he never told Hermione why he wouldn’t let her do it. He just stopped her every time she attempted it.

“I don’t want you to do that Hermione,” he’d say angrily, drawing her up. When she pointed out he gave her that kind of pleasure and she only wanted to reciprocate, he would say, “That’s different.” and that’s all he would say.

Hermione was curious as to what it was like, how he would respond, how he would taste. By not allowing her to find out, or explaining why he didn’t want her to do it, Severus just made the witch want to do it more. Hermione had always been into rule breaking…now she had a chance to do it.

Her eyes fell on his erection hungrily, and Severus realized what she was thinking.

“I forbid it,” he said, before Hermione could even suggest it. “I don’t want you to put your mouth on me, Hermione…I mean it.”

The witch scowled at him.

“Severus, you told me I could have my way with you,” she said evenly, setting her wand down and pulling her nightgown over her head.

Severus fell silent for a moment as he took her body in. Then he found his voice.

“Yes, but I didn’t mean…” he began.

Hermione climbed into the bed and straddled his belly, looking down at him. Severus could feel the heat of her core against him, and hissed a bit.

“You didn’t set any conditions,” she said softly.

“But that is a pre-existing condition,” the Potions Master breathed as Hermione caressed his chest with both palms, rubbing them over his nipples and making them stand up in hard peaks.

“Yes, your arbitrary condition, not mine. I want to know what it’s like, Severus,” she said, sliding her body down and latching her lips on to one of his erect nipples and sucking it gently, making him growl in the back of his throat, his back arching a bit as she traced it with her tongue. She sucked a little harder, and he sighed, struggling in the ropes a bit, his black eyes half closing. She stopped and looked at him.

“You see how much you like it when I suck your nipple? I know that you’ll love it if I suck your cock,” she said in a low, seductive voice, her amber eyes alight with lust. She lowered her mouth back to his chest and began kissing and licking it, sliding her warm lips over his flesh slowly, making her way downward in a round about way.

Severus groaned. Her mouth felt exquisite, but this was the first time she had ever kissed him this way for this long. Normally she only managed to get in a few kisses before he got so aroused he started fucking her.

“It’s not that I wouldn’t like it, Hermione,” he breathed, his breath catching as her mouth moved over his belly, “It’s just something I’d prefer you wouldn’t do.”

Hermione’s head jerked up, and she looked at him narrow eyed.

“Something you’d prefer I wouldn’t do, specifically meaning ‘me’ as opposed to someone else?” she asked him, her eyes glittering.

Severus realized he had made a grave error in wording. How could he fix this?

“Severus, you tell me what’s going on, and tell me now,” Hermione said, sitting up on him, her thighs resting on his calves. “Why don’t you want me to do this? The truth.”

Severus sighed. He wished he were loose so he could just flip her on her back and make her forget this entire line of conversation.

“It was an act I let women do to me when I needed release,” he said, “instead of fucking them I’d stick my cock in their mouths. It was all they were fit for.”

Hermione looked at him.

“I see. It was the ‘all women are whores’ syndrome again,” she said quietly.

Severus nodded.

“Do you think I’m a whore, Severus?” she asked him quietly, studying his face.

“No!” he said vehemently, “I think no such thing, Hermione. It’s…it’s just hard to let go of some things…”

“But Severus, don’t you understand I want to do this because I love you and I want to bring you pleasure? It would bring me pleasure too to make you feel good. You denying me because of what you’ve done with other women is unfair,” she said, “I want to know what it’s like to get you off like this. It’s another kind of deflowering for me. You won’t be using me like you used those women. It’s an act of love. That’s the difference.”

“But, Hermione…” the Potions Master said, “I don’t think…”

“I’m not giving you a choice in this, Severus. I have you where I want you. You can protest if you want, it will probably turn me on even more. I’m going to find out what it’s like, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me,” Hermione said with an evil smirk.

“Why you little hard-headed minx,” Severus growled, “I swear, Hermione…if you do this you will be very, very sorry when I get loose.”

“Who said anything about you getting loose?” Hermione said, stretching out like a cat and lowering her mouth to his belly again, running her tongue slowly over his ridges.

She felt very wicked as she applied herself to his shuddering body, moving lower towards the ultimate target, her breasts dragging across his thighs. She thrust her tongue into his navel and felt the head of his cock lightly slide across her cheek. Severus buckled as it came in contact with her face.

“Hermione,” he gasped as he felt her warm hand grasp his shaft gently. But she only moved his swollen organ out of the way so she could continue kissing her way down his loins, catching his pubic hair between her lips and tugging it gently then kissing and licking his thighs and all around the base, her lips pressing against his balls. He hissed, arching up uncontrollably at this contact, surprising and delighting the witch.

“Gods, you’re sensitive,” she said in a low voice, looking up at him. Normally it was he who made her buck up reflexively. She had a real sense of power over him.

“Release me,” he hissed at her. “Let me fuck you.”

“This is my show, Severus,” Hermione said before she sucked his balls into her mouth. Severus let out another growl/hiss and bucked again as her warmth closed over him, and she suckled his sac, running her tongue over it.

“Gods you wench,” he groaned between gritted teeth, pulling at his restraints to no avail.

The wizard was starting to perspire, jolts of pleasure rushing into his cock, which swelled even larger under the witch’s ministrations. Hermione had no idea what she was supposed to do, so fell back on what she liked when Severus sucked her breasts. It seemed to work as she let her teeth lightly graze him and he hissed at the slight fear he felt before she let her soft lips wrap around them again. Teeth on a man’s balls was a scary thing, even if they belonged to a woman who loves him.

Hermione felt them start to pulsate in her mouth and Severus’ groans increased.

“You’re going to make me come,” he gasped at her.

All he could see was the top of her curly hair, her head moving sensuously as she sucked and licked at him. Hermione was extremely turned on by his reaction, and was leaking lubrication, her inner thighs soaked. She released his balls and grasped the base of his shaft, her eyes blazing up at him.

“Squeeze it,” he hissed at her, “It will stop me from coming. Hurry.”

Hermione did as he asked and watched as his throbbing balls slowed to a halt. The Potions Master sighed and let his head fall back to the pillows, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. But that only lasted a moment as Hermione leaned his cock down and her mouth slipped over the head sucking hard.

“Shit!” he said, his head snapping up and his mouth falling open as he saw his cock between the witch’s lips.

He thought Hermione’s mouth stretched around his cock was the sexiest sight he had ever seen. But then again, he thought everything Hermione did during sex was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He was decidedly biased. But damn, she felt good. He found he didn’t have any of the dark, negative feelings he experienced with other women as he watched her. Maybe he really was changing. He knew one thing, he didn’t want her to stop now that she had started. Still, he had to tell her what to do to please him.

“If you want to do this, Hermione” Severus hissed at her as she sucked him, “then you have to do it right.”

Hermione released him, her eyes hot.

“Then tell me what to do,” Hermione said, her voice sounding raw from all the emotions running through her.

Severus bit his lip, then the Education of Hermione Granger began.

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A/N: Sorry for stopping here, but I’m really under the weather and wanted to post something for ya’ll. There will be more in a bit. Oh, and I am planning a new entry page to this story, because it is a real pain updating the chapter numbers on each page. It takes so much time. So I am going to put an entry page with all the chapter numbers in one place. But the “Next Chapter” links will still work. Please review.

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The Burning Pen

Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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