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Chapter 15 ~ Taking It to the Mats
What made him think he knew her so well? She had no passion? Hermione pressed her lips against the Potion Master’s with a vengeance. She’d show him she had more passion than he ever dared imagine.
She held his arms down and kissed him roughly, her lips crushing his as they moved against his mouth hungrily. Pressing didn’t seem enough, so she pulled at his lips, capturing them between her own, suckling and letting her teeth worry the soft skin, before she remembered his kiss the night before and forced his mouth open, sliding her tongue inside, and lapping at his mouth slowly, deeply, laving, licking, sucking at his tongue, showing him she also had the ability to possess him strongly with a kiss.
Severus had been taken by surprise by the witch. She had punched him pretty good and before his anger could fully extend itself, she had captured his mouth passionately and possessively. This was not a submissive kiss…it had fire in it, determination, anger and something feral. Hermione plainly wasn’t giving. She was taking and Severus welcomed her invasion. And when she pushed her tongue into his mouth, demanding he receive her, the Potions Master felt something in him ignite, desire racing down his spine and swelling his cock so swiftly he felt dizzy with the need to get inside this witch and let their bodies go to war
As Hermione possessed Severus’ mouth, she was aware of her need pulsing first through her belly, then flowing like honey to the apex of her thighs where it became a sweet, hungry ache and realized she was tired of that ache receding time after time without relief. She released Severus’ mouth and looked down at him, seeing him for what he was, an infuriating, arrogant, domineering bastard who she wanted to need her. She needed him to need her if he needed no one else.
“Still say I have no passion?” she panted at him, “or shall I show you again, Severus?”
Severus looked up at Hermione, then suddenly bucked his body up and pulled his arms to the side and out of her grasp, making her fall on him. He deftly rolled over on the struggling witch, grabbing her wrists and pinning her body with his chest, his legs off to the side.
“You may have a little, witch, but you’ll submit to my passion,” he said, his hair curtaining his face and his black eyes glinting down at her. “It’s greater than yours.”
“No I won’t,” she responded, her nostrils flared as she struggled, “I’ll never submit.”
“We’ll see. It’s time,” he said to her, “You’ll be all mine, Hermione Granger. I’m going to be…how do the muggles say it? Ah, yes. Your Daddy.”
Severus had heard this term while watching a moving picture box in a store in muggle London, and liked it He’d been dying to use it on the witch, and this seemed the perfect time, particularly since he meant to have the little hellcat screaming his name.
“My daddy?” Hermione said, laughing, “That’s a muggle term. Do you even know what that means?”
“Yes,” he replied, “It means I’m finally going to have you under control, you little minx. There’ll be no smart-assed retorts. No snide little remarks. The only words that you’ll be saying to me, Hermione, will be, ‘Severus’ and ‘Please’.
His threats were making Hermione hotter and hotter. She didn’t know if he could take her to the place where she’d think he was her daddy, but she didn’t intend to make the journey easy. She might not be experienced, but logic told her that the real facts were while he was fucking her, she’d be fucking him…and that would put them on even ground despite his threats.
“You talk as if you’re going to be doing this by yourself, Severus. You think you know me, but you don’t. You might be calling me “Mommy” before this is over,” she responded.
“You have a lot of mouth, Hermione,” Severus said, his dark eyes growing hot.
“I can back it up, too,” she said, her amber eyes flashing at him.
Severus kissed her hard, shoving his tongue between her lips and raping the witch’s mouth. She strained against him, battling his tongue, determined that he knew she was not going to let him just ravish her. She had needs of her own to fulfill with this maddening wizard. But gods, his mouth was amazing, and soon she was lost in the kiss, as was he, and it was the perfect balance between surrender and possession.
Severus released her mouth, his cock aching. He let go of her wrists and rolled off her.
Severus stood up and looked down at the witch with challenge in his eyes. Hermione rose to her feet and stood facing him, her eyes narrowed.
Severus pulled his t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing his pale torso. Hermione gazed at it unabashedly. She then grasped her own t-shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her full breasts and strong abdomen. There was no shyness as she met his eyes.
Severus’ let his gaze drop to her breasts for a moment. He drew in a stuttered breath to calm his reaction before he met her eyes, his hands going to the drawstring of his sweats. Hermione dropped her hand to her drawstring as well, and they both undid the strings, and removed their pants in tangent. They stood up, eyeing each other, rather appreciatively…though they each strove to remain poker-faced
Severus swallowed as he looked at her white bikini cut panties and creamy thighs. He could just make out the patch of chestnut hair beneath the thin fabric. Hermione’s eyes widened as she saw the huge tent in Severus’ silk boxers, but then narrowed with determination as their eyes met again. She refused to be frightened. She drew on her intellect for strength. If she could pass a child through her pussy, then she could handle the length and thickness of the Potions Master.
His nostrils flaring, Severus was ready for the unveiling. In his earlier days, before his self-imposed celibacy, he had women back out of encounters because of his size. Now he’d test Hermione’s mettle for sure. He was looking forward to her reaction, though he hoped she wouldn’t try to break and run. He’d catch her. He had no intentions of letting her get away from him when he was this close to fucking her.
Hermione looked at Severus’ face, and thought he was looking rather smug. She snorted when she thought about his comment in the kitchen about men not being concerned about size. Obviously, he thought quite highly of his endowment. Well, she didn’t care how big he was. Women were made to accommodate men. She could handle it.
Severus hooked his finger into the waistband of his silk boxers. Hermione slipped her hands into either side of her panties. They drew their undergarments down, stepped out of them and tossed them aside. Then they straightened. Severus smirked as Hermione’s eyes dropped to his cock. He was fully erect and pulsing, ready to fuck the shit out of the witch. Hermione looked at his cock calmly, willing herself to remember that she would be able to handle it. The head was mushroomed and a dark pink. Raised veins encircled the long, thick shaft. It looked strong, but delicate. Hermione felt a strong pulse of desire deep inside her, followed by a gush of warmth. It was so sudden and unexpected, that she shuddered and unconsciously bit her lip. Severus saw this, and fought back a groan at how sexy she looked and how ready she was. Hermione lifted her eyes to his again.
“Now that I’ve seen you naked,” she said to the wizard, “I’ve figured out the reason for your lack of charm. Mother Nature excluded it to make more room for your cock.”
Severus raised an eyebrow at her. The witch still had mouth. Minx.
“We’ll soon see how much room you have,” he growled, stepping toward her menacingly.
Hermione’s belly flipped when he moved toward her, but she showed no sign of it, and instead of withdrawing, she stepped forward, reached out with both hands and ran her fingers and palms over Severus’ chest and ribbed abdomen, taking in every ridge and ripple, her eyes narrowed and intense, her fingertips stopping just above his pubic hair. Severus drew in a breath at her bold exploration. He had thought there would be some hesitation. But no, she wanted to touch him.
“Is that the boundary line?” he mocked her, seeing how she stopped her exploration just above his cock.
“No, just a rest stop,” she replied, sliding her hand down and grasping his cock.
Severus hissed with surprise and jerked at the warmth of her small hand gripping him. Inside, Hermione’s heart was beating what felt like a thousand beats a minute. His cock was hot and heavy. She could feel its pulse in her palm. The skin was soft, silken and easily slid over the hardness beneath. She began to caress him, watching and listening to his reaction. She had the power at the moment, and was going to take advantage of it.
The Potions Master closed his eyes as Hermione’s hands caressed his cock, sliding gently along the shaft, sending jolts of pleasure through him as she intimately touched him. Yes, the witch had heart. He brought his pale hands up and brushed them against the tips of her breasts, which instantly hardened, and she went half-lidded. He slid his palms around the fullness of her globes. They were firm and heavy, and he heard a purr issue from the back of her throat as he squeezed them, her hand tightening around his cock.
Hermione brought her other hand up and began to caress his torso and belly again, as she familiarized herself with his hard organ. She slid her hand around his waist and up his back. Suddenly, she stopped her ministrations, her amber eyes looking up at him, wide and unreadable.
“Turn around,” she whispered, her eyes glistening. Severus turned.
Hermione looked in horror at the wicked pattern of raised stripes that covered the wizard’s back from his shoulder to his lower back. The Potions Master closed his eyes as the witch gently traced the patterns slowly with her fingertips, drawing them across his body gently, almost reverently.
“Oh my gods, Severus,” Hermione whispered, “Oh gods…I never knew how you suffered.”
He felt Hermione’s arms gently encircle his waist as she began to kiss each and every scar on his back. He shuddered as her mouth moved over his skin softly.
Hermione had known about the Cruciatus curses the Potions Master took, but she had never known he had been whipped and beaten. By the number of scars and raised tissue, it had happened more than a few times.
“You went through this for us. All of us,” she whispered to him through her kisses.
“I did what I had to do, Hermione. Nothing more,” he breathed as the witch continued to kiss his back, her hands sliding over his belly and torso. Finally he turned around in her arms and looked down at the witch, who continued kissing his torso. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was shaking with emotion. His stripes had truly affected her.
“Hermione,” he said softly.
“Yes,” she replied. Even her voice was shaking.
“It’s all right,” he said, sliding his hands over her shoulders and down her back. Her skin was so soft. He throbbed against her, and she pressed into him, moving against him hungrily.
“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she said, reaching up and grasping his shoulders, and pulling him down. Her entire body felt like one great aching ball of need. She wanted the Potions Master badly. It was as if the scars on his body brought home to her what a special man he was, and she wanted to feel him inside her, losing himself in her, with her. Hermione gently dropped to the mat on her back and Severus followed her down, lowering his body on to hers. He looked down at her for a moment, then nudged her legs apart, adjusting himself between her thighs. He felt her hips press up against him, and his eyes glittered as he pulled her knees up and positioned the head of his cock against her wet, heated opening. There was so much more he could do to her, but the urgency of his need was too great. He wanted her impaled on his cock. Now.
Hermione was gasping as she felt him nestle against her ache. She felt his body tense, his muscles bunching as if he were a spring ready to uncoil.
“Wait,” she said, her amber eyes glowing with need.
He looked at her, his eyes dark with lust and his tight body aching to spring loose.
“I just want you to know that this isn’t submission. This is acceptance, Severus.”
His brow furrowed.
“Acceptance, Hermione?” he growled, “Good. Accept this, then.”
His eyes locked to the witch’s face, the Potions Master thrust into her.
Hard.
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A/N: Rough moments. Tender moments. Rough moments again. Woo hoo! It’s on. Please review.
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