Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 49 ~ Vindication, Potions Master Style

Hermione was helpless before the Potions Master, who was thoroughly reaming her mouth with his cock, his eyes hard as stone.

“You don’t have much to say about hexing me now,” he breathed, releasing the pillory and gripping both sides of Hermione’s head, pushing deeper, his mouth going slack as her mouth caressed him.

Hermione gagged and he hesitated a moment…then resumed. She couldn’t take much of his cock in, but that wasn’t the point. He had her where he wanted her and would take his pleasure fully. He gagged her again, purposely.

“You are a naughty, naughty witch,” he hissed, “You know you deserve to be punished, don’t you? How dare you laugh at the offenses you performed against me? Just because I fuck you doesn’t give you the right to act in such a way. But it does give me the right to do this to you. And you like it. I can see it in your eyes, Hermione. You’re a twisted little piece of baggage, aren’t you?”

He sped up.

Hermione was creaming herself at his browbeating and his possession of her mouth. She was twisted and she knew it, otherwise why would she be dripping at such treatment? This was the Potions Master from her fantasies, the dark wizard who would do delicious, terrible, sexy things to her behind closed doors all for his own pleasure.

“You think it funny to turn me upside down and dangle me like some type of human yoyo?” he asked her as he pistoned into her mouth faster, guiding her head around him, “By the time I’m done with you, you will think twice about hexing me in the future, no matter how pissed off I make you. You have no idea what I’m going to put your hot little body through, Hermione. I’m taking every part of you tonight.”

The Potions Master threw his head back and shuddered as pleasure shot down his spine, into his balls and he exploded into the witch’s mouth, shoving his cock as deep as he could.

“Swallow every drop!” he hissed, tapping Hermione lightly on the back of her head with his hand as a bit of come dribbled from the side of her stretched mouth.

The witch did her best, not wanting to displease him any more than he was. His little tap caused a gush reaction. No doubt when Severus moved to her other end, he’d find the sexual equivalent of a waterfall waiting for him.

The Potions Master withdrew from her mouth. His glistening cock had come on it. He pushed it back toward Hermione’s mouth.

“Lick me clean, witch,” he breathed.

He watched Hermione’s pink tongue move over his softening organ, and growled as he adjusted his position so she could clean him thoroughly. Then he ran his finger up her chin, collecting his spillage on his fingertip and inserting it into her mouth. Hermione sucked it clean.

Severus tucked his deflated cock back in his pants and sat down in front of her again.

“This is how I like you. Nice and submissive,” he purred, stroking her hair.

“I’m not submissive,” Hermione said to him, frowning.

Severus smirked at her, continuing to caress her hair.

“I know,” he said, “That’s why I like you like this. I know it rankles you on some level, even as you submit to it…even enjoy it. A beautiful conflict is reflected in your eyes. Do you want me to release you?”

Hermione looked up.

“Are you done with your fantasy?” she asked him, returning a question to a question.

“I haven’t even begun to fulfill it,” he replied, his dark eyes glinting at her hungrily.

“Then why are you asking me if I want to be released when you know you aren’t going to release me?” she asked him a bit bitterly.

He leaned in and kissed her hand.

“It’s called ‘torment’ my dear,” he said. “Not all punishment is physical. There is an art to breaking a person down. Though I have no desire to break you permanently. Just tonight. I like your fire and your courage concerning me. But I am a Slytherin. Every act has its consequence. If you are going to fuck a Slytherin, Hermione, then you will be subject to his beliefs. I am teaching you to accept the consequences of your acts, while getting my pleasure from you. Admit it. Knowing I will eventually punish you sexually for the things you do to me, deserved or not arouses you, doesn’t it?”

Hermione didn’t even have to consider this. It was a sort of secret shame for her, but his sexual retribution thrilled her. Every time he fucked her hard and told her why as he did so, it sent tremors of pleasure through her and made her orgasms more intense and satisfying, particularly when he looked at her with satisfaction and victory in his dark eyes.

“Yes,” she said.

The Potions Master’s eyes darkened and he rose to his feet, walking behind her. Hermione felt her belly tighten. She could hear him opening and closing a drawer. He walked back to her, and set a jar in front of her, then walked away, behind her again. She looked at the jar.

“Severus?” she called, “What is that?”

He didn’t answer her.

When Severus returned, she saw he had removed his shirt, his slippers and released his hair from the ponytail. But what drew her attention was the black leather belt in his pale hand, hanging by his side as he looked down at her. It was a muggle belt.

He slapped the belt sharply in his other hand, making Hermione jerk in reaction.

“You’re a naughty, naughty witch,” he breathed, “and you know what happens to naughty witches, don’t you?” He slapped the belt into his palm again.

Oh gods. He was going to beat her.

Severus noted the fear in her eyes and his cock throbbed. Not much frightened the witch, but the idea of that leather belt falling on her flesh and the pain it would cause terrified her.

“Look at this belt, Hermione. It’s a good, strong one. Quarter inch thick leather,” he said, stretching it double between his hands and popping it with a large crack that made Hermione jump again. Then he ran his hand over the length of it, his eyes on her the entire time, gauging her reactions.

“This will cause quite a sting, don’t you think?” he asked her, “Answer me.”

“Yes,” Hermione said on the verge of tears, “It looks like it will hurt very much, Severus.”

He stared down at her.

“Do you want me to beat you with it?’ he asked her.

“No,” Hermione said, her eyes glistening, “You’ll really hurt me. I don’t want to be hurt, Severus. Not like that.”

Severus knelt in front of her and pressed the belt to her skin. She felt the cold, suppleness of it, and quivered. But this wasn’t sexual, she really was afraid. The wizard studied her.

“Not like that, eh? Is there another way you’d prefer to be hurt, Hermione? Because be assured, I am going to cause you some pain. It can’t be helped. What kind of pain would you rather I give you than with this belt?” he asked her silkily.

“Your hand. I can take your hand spanking me. I don’t want the belt. Your hand is more intimate, more you. I can take that…I don’t want to be whipped like an animal,” she whispered, tears starting to roll down her face.

“Only spanking?” he asked her softly, “Surely there are other ways you’d prefer to be hurt, Hermione.”

“Fuck me,” she said in a low voice, “You could fuck me royally this way.”

Severus caressed her face gently.

“Yes, there is that,” he agreed, “but the question is, would it cause you enough pain to soothe my need for vindication? You like when I fuck you hard, Hermione. You’re a twisted little bit.”

“Yes, but it still aches inside Severus,” she said, “Please don’t beat me with that belt. Please.”

Severus smirked at the begging witch. He had no intentions on beating her with the belt. He only wanted to frighten her and hear her beg.

“Convince me not to use the belt on you, Hermione. Ask me for mercy,” he breathed, feeling himself hardening at having the witch in this condition.

“For the next ten minutes, Hermione did her best to convince him not to beat her with the belt, the Potions Master stroking her hair and her face as she did so, his black eyes focused on her. She even promised never to hex him again.

“That is no incentive. Then you would be a doormat, someone I could walk all over. I don’t want that,” he said coldly, “I like you volatile, dangerous, someone to reckon with.”

She amended it to say she would never gloat about hexing him ever again. After this, she wouldn’t.

Severus was rock hard now. Her begging had met that dark need to subjugate her quite satisfactorily. He could feel his power over the witch, and knew she could feel it as well. It was time to fuck Hermione and establish who was in charge in a very physical way. He rose without a word. Hermione didn’t know if she convinced him. He still had the belt in his hand.

Severus walked behind her, staring down at the tattered dress that draped her buttocks. He took a deep breath at her helplessness. He let the strap drop and slide across her back, and the witch quivered, still frightened and unsure. He did it again letting it drape across her buttocks this time. She wriggled her ass a bit.

“Still worried, aren’t you?” Sever asked her as he removed his pajama bottoms.

“Yes,” Hermione replied, “Please Severus, don’t hurt me.”

Oh gods, that shot right to his loins.

The Potions Master was completely naked now, his lean, pale body tense with lust as he looked down at the witch’s restrained body.

Hermione’s eyes rolled wildly as she waited for the wizard to give some kind of sign as to what he was going to do to her next. She flexed in the pillory. Severus watched her struggle then knelt behind her, and ran his hand over her back before slipping his fingers under the dress, sliding them between her labia. She was slick and dripping. He hissed as the witch gasped.

“My, my, Hermione. It seems begging turns you on too,” he breathed, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking her essence. “Ooh, it makes you sweeter, too. I’ll have to remember that.”

He returned his fingers to her pussy and began to rub, listening to her groan and moans as he mercilessly stimulated her, pinching and mashing her clit, then sliding two fingers into her. With his other hand he slowly pulled the dress up around her waist, so her round buttocks were visible. He put the belt down and ran his hand over her globes appreciatively as he continued to thrust his fingers inside her, manipulating her hard peak with his thumb, listening to her voice shoot up an octave.

“Gods,” Hermione gasped. It was so erotic being restrained while Severus played in her pussy. She was still afraid he would beat her, but his touch still drove her wild with pleasure and need. He picked the belt back up, holding it in the middle so only a few inches of strap showed. Suddenly he brought the belt down on her ass. She jerked and cried out sharply. He hadn’t hit her too hard with it, just enough to sting a bit. His hand would have elicited the same response. He felt her gush over his hand.

“I thought you didn’t want me to beat you,” Severus said to her, bringing the belt down on her other buttock, still thrusting his long digits inside her. “Your sweet little twat says otherwise.”

Hermione sobbed. Gods she was so turned on. She didn’t want him to whip her with the belt, but this…Merlin…she could take this.

Severus began to beat her with the strap, alternating it side to side, reddening her milky globes as he brought the stinging leather down over and over while teasing and thrilling her core with his hand. The Potions Master caught the quavering note that signaled an approaching orgasm for the witch and increased his ministrations.

“You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his nostrils flared as he worked the belt and his hand, which was covered in her lubrication.

The witch was writhing, and he bit his lip when she howled and climaxed, then dropped the belt, grabbed his cock and drove it deep inside her pulsing canal, hissing as she throbbed and gushed around him. He started slamming into Hermione, burying his cock in her wetness with a vengeance, jerking her body against the ottoman, using it to drive himself deeper as the witch screamed. He parted her cheeks with his hands as he fucked her, staring down at her little puckerhole hungrily, his organ swelling even larger inside of the witch at the thought of piercing that tight, untouched ass.

The witch was lost under his pummeling, loving the feel of his hands clutching her ass, his huge hardness driving through her so roughly, the delicious friction of his flesh rubbing intimately against and inside hers, the sting of his slapping loins and the aching ecstasy of his powerful penetration as he claimed every inch of her. Gods, he was so good…so perfect, grunting behind her, taking all he wanted from her and giving her all she wanted in the process. She knew she was odd and twisted, but damn it, she loved being the focus of his dark desires. She loved him.

Severus’ black eyes were closed in bliss as he plowed into the witch, his fingers digging into her reddened cheeks, his thick cock being sucked and massaged by her tightness, her broken voice caressing his ears…and this was just the beginning. He allowed himself to be taken to the brink, then slowed, letting his body ease back from the pleasure, trembling slightly. Suddenly he pulled out of Hermione, and the witch let out a cry of protest. He stood up, his chest heaving, his pale skin shining with perspiration, his cock swollen to an immense size, throbbing for more.

He walked back around to the front of the pillory, and Hermione looked up at him, her eyes glowing with passion as he leaned down and picked up the mysterious jar. She watched him as he unscrewed the top and scooped out a large handful of a greasy substance. He looked at her as he coated his cock with it, and her eyes widened as she realized what he was preparing to do.

“Severus!” she cried out in shock.

The Potions Master didn’t say a word as he scooped out a bit more, then closed the jar and set it back on the floor, then disappeared behind the pillory.

“Oh my gods,” Hermione whispered as she felt him kneel behind her, then with one hand pull her buttock and smear something cold between her cheeks.

“Severus, no!” she cried out. But it was as if he didn’t hear her.

He pressed a finger into her bunghole and she writhed at the intrusion. It wasn’t painful, but felt strange as he began to thrust it in and out of her, spreading the lubrication inside her. Then he put in another finger and Hermione gasped at the stretching pressure.

The Potions Master watched his fingers penetrate her, hissing a little at how tight she was around his fingers. She was going to feel exquisite around her cock. He gave her a few more thrusts then couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Ready Hermione?” he asked her as he pressed his swollen head against the tiny entrance.

“No!” Hermione cried.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he breathed, gripping his cock and shoving it into her ass, burying the head completing, groaning in delight as her sphincter muscles clenched around his cock in a desperate attempt to expel him. Hermione screamed brokenly.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Severus breathed, pressing deeper, sliding into the witch’s ass a bit more, “Oh yes…shit.”

Hermione shrieked as if she were being torn apart as the Potions Master drove his cock into her inch by aching inch.

“You can take it, Hermione,” he breathed, “Relax”

But he didn’t really want her to relax…he had never felt such intense pressure as he slid his shaft into her determinedly. Gods, this was delightful.

“You have such a tight ass,” he groaned, sinking in deeper, then beginning to give her short thrusts as he tried to get every inch of his cock inside her. “Mmm…gods witch. So tight.”

Hermione didn’t register his praise of her ass as he stretched her over him painfully. It felt as if the head of his cock was white-hot as he drove it into her. Tears streamed down her face as he continued his penetration unaffected by her cries. It was too good to him.

“Yes,” Severus hissed as his loins came to rest against her buttocks. He had gotten his entire cock inside her ass. The witch had to feel as if he had shoved a staff inside her.

“I’ve got you now, Hermione. Every part of you has been claimed by me,” he said, his normally silky voice made gravelly by lust.

“Take it out, Severus!” Hermione managed to choke out.

“After working so hard to get it in? I’m afraid not, Hermione. I intend to fuck your ass thoroughly…my final act of vindication. Every time you are moved to hex me, I want you to remember tonight,” he breathed as he began to stroke her with long, aching strokes. Hermione howled as he plowed through her, burying his entire length in and out of her ass. He wasn’t rough, she was too new at this, but he took all he could of her tight tunnel.

“Relax,” he hissed at her. “It will get good if you just let me fuck you. Stop fighting.”

Hermione’s ass was clutching and squeezing his cock in an effort to lock him out, but he drove through her resistance, his lower lip trapped between his teeth as he did so. Her ass was pure bliss. He found a steady rhythm of penetration and rode her gently, wanting her to feel pleasure now. That would make the act complete. He stroked her back and coaxed her to relax. Her shrieks began to quiet, and her cries slowly turned to moans as the pain eased and she relaxed around his thrusting cock.

“Yes, Hermione, that’s it,” he crooned, rubbing her back and buttocks, “It’s starting to feel good now, isn’t it, witch?”

Hermione groaned, unable to speak. Yes it was feeling good, but strange, not like when he fucked her pussy. There was a growing pleasure though, not as intense as when she was being taken towards orgasm, but moving her forward anyway.

Severus watched his cock dip in and out of Hermione’s ass, savoring every tight, pulsing inch of his possession of her. His chest tightened, knowing he had the witch firmly in his control …she had no more secrets from him. She belonged to him. Her surrender was complete.

“Yes…yes…yes,” he kept repeating as he stroked her, as if his words were stuck and skipping, as he lost himself in pleasure.

Hermione was beginning to feel the familiar ball of need swelling in her belly as she listened to Severus whispering and hissing his delight behind her. Her voice started to rise and she called out the Potions Master’s name. Severus began to stroke her faster and deeper, but fought his desire to pummel her, knowing he could do damage. He gasped as she clutched around him, grasping her waist and pulling into her, feeling himself drawing close to climax. He had to take her over before he blew.

“Come for me,” he hissed, slapping her on her ass, the sting making the witch gasp in reaction, then reaching down and manipulating her clit.

Hermione cried out and buckled, her back arching over the ottoman as he drove himself into her repeatedly, slipping two fingers into her pussy as he mashed her clit with his thumb, trying to trigger her release before his own. Hermione buckled again and began shuddering, stimulating his cock. Severus felt himself tightening.

“Come, damn you!” he roared, slamming his cock deep into her, and ejaculating as Hermione orgasmed, screaming her release.

Severus pulled out of her, pressing the head of his spurting cock against the curve of her ass, hissing and groaning as his creamy release dripped between her cheeks.

“Yesssss,” he sighed, draping his lean body over her back as his pulsing stopped, his chest heaving as his cock softened against her.

The Potions Master lay atop Hermione’s trembling body for several minutes before forcing himself to his feet, unlocking the pillory and pulling her to her feet. He led her to the bed and practically threw her in, climbing in behind her and pulling the witch into him, encircling her with his arm. Hermione was silent against him.

Gods, what he had done to her.

“Naughty, naughty witch,” Severus sighed, pleasure evident in his silken voice. He tightened his hold on her, completely sated. He kissed her damp temple then fell back, closing his eyes.

“Randy, randy wizard,” Hermione whispered back, looking over at the pillory for a moment, then closing her eyes as the need for sleep washed over her.

Soon, the couple was asleep, both their needs satisfactorily met.

For the time being.

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A/N: ooh the games Sevvie plays. Rowr. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
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