Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 35 ~ There’s a Way to Do Things…

“Now, as I said, you will need to use both hands on my cock due to its size. You will work your hands up and down my shaft…”

Hermione reached up to grasp the Potions Master’s cock, and he slapped her hands away, scowling at her.

“I did not tell you to touch me yet!” he seethed, tugging Hermione’s hair lightly. “I told you to do exactly what I say do! Are you stupid, Miss Granger?”

“No sir. I just…” Hermione began, trying to explain her eagerness.

“None of your pitiful excuses, Miss Granger. Stand up!”

Hermione rose as the Potions Master stepped back.

“Now, turn around and bend over,” he said.

Hermione looked at him and bit her lip. Was he going to fuck her? She wanted to learn first.

“Are you going to…” she began.

“I said turn around and bend over!” he roared at her.

Hermione jumped, turned around and bent over, trembling, expecting him to ram his cock into her.

Severus looked at her round ass appreciatively. So milky smooth. Suddenly he brought his hand down on her right buttock hard with a resounding smack.

Hermione shrieked and creamed herself. Severus looked at the rising pinkness where his hand connected with satisfaction, then pulled her up, spun her around and pushed her back into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were glistening as she looked up at him.

“I told you I would spank you for errors. Now pay attention or you will get multiple swats next time,” he said, moving back in front of her, rewrapping his fist in her hair.

“Yes sir,” Hermione said. She was soaked.

A growing wet spot leaked under her, being absorbed by Severus’ Slytherin sheets. The Potions Master could smell her arousal strongly. But he wanted to do this first, spank her while he recovered second, then fuck her brains out last.

“You will need to use both hands, but not dry. If you massage my cock dry, it will hurt me…and nothing pisses me off more than getting cock burn, am I making myself clear?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. You will have to provide lubrication for my shaft before you handle it in this manner, Miss Granger. There are two popular ways to do it. Some women use spit, but I personally do not like my cock spit on. It is a matter of preference. I prefer to be lubricated by mouth. Your first act, Miss Granger will be to lick my cock thoroughly until it glistens with your saliva. Cover every bit of it with your tongue, and trust me, you have a lot of area to cover. Now, begin.”

Severus pulled Hermione forward slightly by her hair, thrusting his hips forward. Hermione began at the swollen head, rolling her wet tongue around it several times, then running her tongue under the flange. Severus closed his eyes at the sensation of her tongue bathing his cock.

“Yesssss, Miss Granger, that’s it. Now the shaft. Get it good and wet,” he breathed, holding her hair tightly as the witch moved downward, her tongue slipping under and over his pulsing shaft, lubricating it generously.

“Mmmm,” he moaned as she approached the base, “Very good, Miss Granger, very, very good. Now shift to the other side and work your way back to the top again. Keep it wet, witch. That is your objective. To make my cock nice and wet.”

Hermione was almost wriggling, she was so turned on by his directives. She moved her tongue and mouth over his pulsing organ hungrily, her breath coming in stitches, Severus almost purring as she lubed his cock generously.

“Good, now wrap both your hands around it tightly, but not too tight, and move them up and down the length of it, slowly at first.

Hermione did, looking up at him as she did so.

“Yes,” he said looking down at her, biting his lip for a moment then pulling her forward by her hair.

“Open your mouth,” he hissed.

Hermione obeyed, and Severus inserted the head of his cock, groaning as her heat covered him. Her hands slowed.

“No! Keep working your hands! Faster!” he grunted at her as he began to thrust into her mouth. “Suck me! Hard!” He growled at her. He began to pull her back and forth by her hair until she caught the rhythm.

“Merlin, your mouth is good,” Severus said, his voice silky with pleasure, “Feels so good on my cock Miss Granger. Your going to get good marks for this. Now, more suction. Gods, yes.”

Severus was in heaven as Hermione pleasured him. She was very good, very eager. The witch was shuddering and each tremor shot up his cock. He gently moved her hair from the side of her face so he could see her better, her small mouth stretched over him, his cock glistening as it pumped between her lips.

“Now keep working my cock with one hand, Miss Granger, and with your other gently cup, squeeze and caress my balls. Be gentle. They are sensitive as you know, ” he directed her, his voice raw with pleasure.

His hips buckled as her hot hand gently cupped his sack. He began to move faster, loosening his hold on her hair and capturing her head between both of his pale hands and hauling her over him. Hermione gagged.

He stopped for a moment.

“Relax!” he hissed at her, and started thrusting with renewed vigor, Hermione applying suction.

Severus’ head fell back his face tilted toward the ceiling as the witch bobbed on his hard, flesh. Hermione was making little noises too as the heat in her belly spread. Severus’ head snapped back forward, looking down at her, his face contorted as he began to bring him close to the edge, his dark hair falling around his face. Her little sounds made him pump faster, pushing himself deeper into her mouth greedily

“You like sucking my cock, don’t you Miss Granger? You like feeling my hard cock pumping into your hot little mouth. Take it, you wanton little witch,” he breathed as he placed one foot on the bed and arched into her, his bent knee on her left, her head sliding against his thigh as it moved back and forth, her hands still working over him, getting more lubrication from her bobbing mouth.

“Let go with your hands,” Severus suddenly hissed, his black eyes glittering madly.

The moment Hermione did so, the Potions Master cupped the back of her head and fell forward, taking the witch down, pulling his other leg into the bed, his cock still in her mouth as he caught himself with one arm. Hermione was flat on her back, the Potions Master on his knees over her, straddling her upper body. Holding the back of her head and guiding her motions, he started fucking the witch’s mouth wildly, groaning and hissing, Hermione’s hands pressed against his loins as he took over, plunging between her lips as far as he could without gagging the witch, the pressure in his balls growing.

Hermione orgasmed, shuddering, bliss washing over her, but she could only arch up in pleasure. She couldn’t shriek because Severus had her mouth otherwise occupied, but he knew what happened to the witch. It was satisfying to him that she enjoyed him so much this way she climaxed. Hermione was something special, and fed his need to dominate so sweetly, taking him as best she could.

The Potions Master pistoned into the witch’s mouth, looking down at her lost to the eroticism of his possession of the witch, reveling in the way he was taking her so completely. She was his. His. Severus felt himself peaking and fought to hold on to the bliss of her mouth a little longer, gods, just a bit longer…

“Yes…yes…errrggggh!” Severus groaned as he shoved his cock between her lips as deep as he could without choking her and stiffened, his eyes rolling up and his mouth dropping open.

“SWALLOW!” he managed to bellow at her as he climaxed, his hot come filling the witch’s mouth.

On the rafters, Raucous woke up, startled by the loud shout that came from the bedroom. He accessed his master’s mind and saw Hermione pinned to the bed under the Potions Master, her mouth filled with Severus’ cock and heard his master groaning with pleasure as he held it there. Ravens never did such things, but the bird figured whatever it was they were doing, the master was winning. That pleased him. He withdrew from Severus’ mind and tucked his head back under his wing, hoping they’d be quieter.

Hermione swallowed the hot, semi-bitter release of her lover as best she could, a bit of it spilling from the side of her mouth, her eyes locked on Severus’ rippling belly as he went taut, gasping and grunting as he shot stream after stream of creamy come into the witch under him, dizzy and delighted.

Severus released Hermione’s head and held himself up on his arms, quivering until he was spent, then pushed up, sitting straddled across Hermione’s chest looking down at her. He saw the spillage, and ran his pale finger along her cheek, collecting the thick cream on the tip then slipping it into her mouth. Hermione sucked his finger clean and he groaned, his black eyes glinting down at the wanton little witch.

“Full marks, Miss Granger,” he said silkily, pleasure evident in his voice.

Panting and dazed, Hermione replied breathlessly, “Thank you, Professor.”

Severus smiled at her, a full smile…the first he had ever given her.

“You’re very welcome, Miss Granger,” he said, climbing off of her carefully, sitting on the edge of the bed and falling back so he lay beside her. He noticed her squirming a little, and knew she needed more. But she would have to wait to be fucked. Still…

He half turned toward her. Hermione looked at him, her amber eyes still glazed and a touch cross-eyed. He smirked inwardly. He had done a job on the lovely witch. He was extremely satisfied with her performance as well as his own. However…

He gave her a severe look.

“Miss Granger, although you performed the act of fellatio quite admirably, arriving at the desired results, there were still several mistakes that will have to be…addressed,” Severus said in a low and rather dangerous sounding voice.

“Mistakes?” she said, her brow furrowing, “Addressed how?”

The Potions Master had an unreadable expression on his face.

“Give me a couple of minutes,” Severus breathed at her, his eyes glinting like jewels, “and I’ll show you.”

Hermione hugged herself. Whatever he was going to show her, she was sure it was going to be good.

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A/N: Another chappie. Whew. Still feeling awful and have a craving for Manhattan Clam Chowder. However, in Alabama, they obviously don’t believe in Manhattan Clam Chowder only the New England style chowder. They don’t serve it in seafood restaurants and don’t carry it canned in the supermarket…now I know I’m considered a yank, (despite being brought up on greens, fried chicken, cornbread and saying “yes, ma’am” on that big fish known as Long Island) but daaaaamn. Come on…there’s only so many times you can eat New England Clam chowder. I find the lack of Manhattan Clam Chowder in the South distinctly unfair, especially since New England is further north than New York is! Lol. Now I know I’m sick if I am ranting about food rather than Hermione and Severus doing the do. Gods, I’ll be sooo glad when I’m better. Anyhoo, please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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