4. Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 4: Pain and Pleasure

Professor Snape waited in his sitting room, holding two glasses and a bottle of wine as she ducked out of the fireplace. He stood as tall and dignified as ever, but his face belied a nervousness that he saw mirrored in hers. He was trying so hard to exude a persona that was different from the one she normally saw. Would she be able to see the true Severus Snape, the one beneath the usual stiff-lipped, buttoned-up professor?

He watched her in amazement as she brushed the leftover soot from her gown. Hermione Granger was actually standing before him in his private rooms, and this wasn't a dream. He was almost afraid to say anything, in case he broke the spell and she vanished in a puff of smoke. He didn't want to scare her off with an unintentional comment or offhand quip. He yearned to prove to her that he was so much more than the man he put on display for the rest of the world to see. He would not deny that man was a part of him, but it was a small, if overused, part.

"Would you like some wine?" he asked softly, inviting her to come closer, holding out a glass and charming the cork to pop from the bottle. She quirked an eyebrow, surprised that he hadn't used a wand.

He flashed a self-satisfied smirk at her. "I believe there are many things about me that would surprise you, Miss Granger. However, you already know how much I despise foolish wand waving."

She smiled. The wine smoothed over her tongue and down her throat, warming her stomach and radiating outward, overheating her slightly. Her face flushed.

She is so beautiful, he thought. Why ever would she want someone like me?

"Why?" The question tumbled from his lips before he could stop himself. So many questions swirled about in his head that it rendered him speechless. Instead, he stretched his arms out to either side in a wordless gesture.

"It really is amazing how a man who carries himself with such confidence and composure can doubt his desirability," she said.

Setting her wine glass down, she walked over to him, pried his fingers from the glass he held, and placed it next to hers. She took each of his strong hands in her own, small fingers twining among his long and graceful ones, and gazed longingly into his eyes.

"Such a simple question; such a complex answer. Why don't you look for yourself?" she invited gently, offering her mind up to his.

His heart lurched in his chest. No woman had ever willingly yielded her mind to him before. This was the ultimate form of intimacy. The thought of being inside her physically was nothing compared to this. His throat tightened. Emotion welled up inside him, and he found that he didn't have the strength to push it back down. He took a shaky breath and slipped inside.

Her feelings for him assaulted his mind almost instantly. Images of him as an authority figure of many faces flashed before his eyes, accompanied by feelings of respect and exasperation, paired with twinges of righteousness and resentment. Images of him as a man being objectively studied, entwined with feelings of admiration and reverence. Intimate images of his hands skillfully chopping ingredients, his mouth delicately sipping his morning tea, his eyes flashing passionately, his robes whirling about his lithe body, his regal and somewhat arrogant gait, brought along feelings of lust and desire so strong they nearly threw him off balance.

Without breaking contact with her mind, he bent to kiss her lips. It was soft and tender, belying the harshness of the man underneath. The sensation was multiplied by the connection he maintained. He felt her response as she felt his, heightening their awareness of each other. The ground seemed to fall away from their feet, and sparks were exploding inside their bodies. Their lips caressed and heated, making them more desperate for each other.

He pulled her body to his, and the bodily contact was like sensory overload. Their bodies seemed to fuse into one. He felt her wet heat. She felt his sleek hardness. Their lips danced, and their bodies undulated against each other. Hands roamed freely over the other's body, and they groaned as one as their desire reached fever pitch.

He was making love to her mind and her body at the same time. He had no idea it could be like this. Lights danced behind his eyes as he ravished her hungrily. He muttered a single spell between kisses and finally found his skin touching hers.

The instant sensation of her professor's naked body against her own sent Hermione over the edge. She cried out as her body pulsed with uncontrollable release, which only served to increase their combined passion. Professor Snape let out a low growl as her sudden orgasm screamed through his brain, and he fought to maintain control. It was too much. He couldn't wait anymore. Her body called to his, and he could not deny it any longer.

He bent to lift her small frame to hover over his waiting erection, and with one swift movement, he impaled her to the hilt. They cried out in unison. He could still feel her muscles clenching as he collapsed backward onto the sofa. He worked with her, a joint effort of push and pull, thrusting upward to meet her as she sunk down upon him. Their pace grew wild, and they clutched at each other as if the contact they already had just wasn't quite enough.

His fingers twisted in her hair, and he pulled her in closer, feeling the tension build inside of him. She reciprocated, winding her fingers in his dark locks, the softness of his hair complementing the roughness of their actions.

His voice echoed in her mind desperately. I want to hear you scream my name. Please... Gods, Hermione, now! He was nearly incoherent as the fire burned through his veins in a straight path to his lower regions, preparing for his imminent release.

Hermione could scarcely breathe as invisible fingers stroked every sensitive crevice of her body. The very real presence of him filled her so completely, stretching her to the limit. The friction he was causing was pushing her higher, making her visit places she had never been before. His fevered request broke her resolve and she felt the tide start to crest and break, shaking her from her head to her toes.

"Ooooh, yes," she crooned. "Oh, yes ... gods, yes... SEVERUS!" she screamed as she flooded him with her climax.

His balls tightened at the sound of his name, and he shattered, filling her at her deepest point, jerking hard into her wetness, their fluids mixing, their bodies melting together. Hermione's head dropped to his chest in exhaustion, the aftershocks of both their orgasms still quaking through their bodies. Neither wanted to move. Neither wanted to leave the other.

Severus let his mind slip gently from hers, too tired to keep the connection, and Hermione whimpered at the loss of intimacy. She grasped onto the physical sensation of him still inside of her to make up for it, though she was amazed that having him in her mind made her feel infinitely closer to him than simple bodily contact. She sighed in satisfaction as they relaxed into the afterglow. She loved the way the extremes of this man made her feel, the hardness and the softness.

Severus let his fingers comb through her long curls soothingly. He felt as if he had just lost his virginity all over again, except this had been infinitely better. He was high on this girl...no, woman, he reminded himself. She was definitely a woman. A fascinating, enticing, radiantly beautiful woman. He pulled back to look at her face. The smile on her face made him twitch involuntarily inside of her.

"Hermione." His resonant voice flowed over her body like cream.

"Severus." She whispered his name lovingly, still in awe that she had called her Potions master by his first name. His eyes sparkled as the syllables fell from her lips.

Reaching far over her while being extremely careful not to break the last vestiges of their connection, he grabbed her glass and then reached for his own. They both drank deeply, suddenly aware of how thirsty they were. Hermione chuckled as her obviously charmed glass refilled itself.

"Do you regularly intoxicate your women with wine, Severus?" she chided with a smile.

"I find Firewhiskey is more efficient," he answered dryly. "Actually, I do not usually find women who wish for me to intoxicate them," he continued a little more somberly.

"Oh, I find that hard to believe of a distinguished Potions master like yourself," she countered.

He looked at her earnestly. "I'm not a nice man, Hermione. My past and my reputation precede me. It's a bit off-putting, especially for women."

"Mmm." She studied him thoughtfully, taking another sip of wine. "Fortunately, Severus, I am not most women. You may not put on a nice persona to the world as a rule, but there is so much more to you. It took me a few years to realize that, I'll admit."

"And what prompted this realization?" he prodded her, truly curious.

"No one has just one side, Severus. My friends only see one side of me, and they are shocked when another side presents itself. Sometimes, I feel as though no one understands who I really am deep inside. It can be a little depressing. Last year I started watching you more and discovered that you rather consistently displayed only one side of your personality to the world in general. But every so often, I saw a chink in your armor, and I realized how complex you actually were. It intrigued me."

He had been watching her intently. He had never noticed before how eloquently she spoke and realized that he had never really given her a chance. Shifting a little beneath her, he sighed, "I'm sorry. Maybe we should move. I believe my leg has fallen asleep."

Her laugh took his breath away as he slid from her body. He smiled and uttered a charm that removed the evidence of their coupling. Hermione stood before him unabashedly; she was quite comfortable with her body and his, but the coolness of the room marred her skin with goose bumps. Another spell and she was wrapped in her dressing gown, he in his drawstring pants, and...Incendio...the fire blazed higher.

Hermione sank onto the rug before the fire, curling her legs underneath within her dressing gown. The fire-induced shadows toyed with her features seductively. Severus curled up next to her, feasting on the wine and the beauty of the woman beside him. She twisted slightly to look up into his eyes, the question already forming in her face.

"The dreams?" he asked before she had the chance. At her silent nod, he sighed. "I can only guess, mind you, but I think I know what has happened. There is an obscure note in an old text, referring to something like this happening once before. A Legilimens who had been imprisoned for many years had been plagued by increasing loneliness. His desolation manifested itself in his dreams, and his wife reported having similar experiences. The Healers hypothesized that his intense desire created shared dreams, a subconscious reaction. Not so unlike this," he finished as he picked up her hand and pressed it against his growing bulge. "See what you do to me, Hermione?" he breathed into her ear.

Trembling, she began to massage him through the silk covering, a slick spot of wetness spreading through the fabric. She groaned at her body's automatic response to his arousal.

"Their dreams played to both of their desires," he managed to add while her fingers played him expertly.

Aware that she was a little more in control than he was at this point, she gave in to temptation, feeling rather frisky. She could not resist baiting him a little. "Then why is it, Professor, that you seem so damned obsessed with a few pieces of Boomslang skin?"

His reaction caught her off guard. He spun her around and pinned her to the floor so quickly that wine glasses tumbled across the rug and breath escaped her lungs in a rush. An evil smile played about her lips as her petulant Potions master made an appearance.

It was one thing to be held by her newfound almost-gentle Severus, but equally exciting...perhaps even more so...to be held in a much different way by Professor Snape, who had never held her in any way, shape, or form before. Well, except for a few dreams, which at the time they had no idea they shared. Hot need gushed between her legs, wanting ever so much to be touched by Profesor Snape. He was so sexy, so seductive, when he snarled at her.

"Yes," she whispered desperately, urging him on.

The fact that she was so obviously turned on was not lost on him. It only served to arouse him further. He pried her knees apart roughly and ground his hard sex between her legs. Her wetness soaked the cloth that still covered him.

"You cheeky little girl." He gnashed his teeth at her, playing the part fully. "Little thief," he grunted as he shoved his cock against her, the overly sensitive tip hitching against her own overly sensitive nub. "Bloody know-it-all." Damn, he didn't want to come just yet. He had to stop.

Hermione cried out, "Nooo," as he pulled away. Her gown had fallen open, and she laid spread out wantonly on the floor. His eyes glinted wickedly in the firelight.

"Oh, yes, Miss Granger," he intoned in his silkiest, most sarcastic voice as he stood towering above her. "Let us do this properly, shall we?"

He pulled her up roughly by one arm, dragging her over to the sofa. He sat down and pulled her over his knees unceremoniously. He tore off the dressing gown, baring her glorious bum. He moaned as his erection jumped in remembrance of a similar sight not too long ago.

The first wallop stung a little, and she gasped a bit. Then, she felt his other hand part her legs and trace the outer edges of her swollen lips. Another sting followed by another, and then a long finger slipped deep inside and drew her juices out, swirling around her engorged clit.

"Fuck, yes," she groaned as he smacked her again, and she held on to his legs for support.

"You are going to apologize, Miss Granger," he snarled (smack!), "and you are going to beg for my forgiveness." (smack!)

Blast! This was too much. He remembered how good it felt to fuck her senseless in his dream. Her ass became redder as he smacked her again. She became wetter as he let his fingers fuck her. His cock grew harder, and electric sensations scrambled up and down his length. He spared a moment to free himself from the confines of his pants before continuing with her punishment.

He spanked her harder, and she cried out for more. His long fingers slammed into her folds with more insistence while his cock danced between their bodies.

"Gods, yes, Professor. Again! Oh, please! Spank me harder ... I've been a bad girl. Again ... oh yes, again!"

His cock ground against the side of her hip with the force of every blow. His balls squeezed between their bodies. Oh, shite, shite, shite, he thought as he forced a growl. He was losing it.

"Apologize, Miss Granger. Now," he warned.

Her thought processes were utterly demolished, and she was reduced to one-word responses. "Sorry," she squealed as he hit her harder and pumped her faster.

"I didn't hear that, Miss Granger," he choked. He felt the familiar tightening starting to take hold.

"Oh, fuck! Sir! I'm sorry, sir!" she screamed as she came against his hand, embracing his fingers inside of her. The waves of her orgasm slammed into her violently. Then, she heard him shout as he exploded, the heat of his semen on her bum almost soothing the burning reminder of his punishment.

Only when she relaxed did his fingers slowly withdraw. He drew her up to sit properly on his lap and held her close for a long time until their breathing returned to normal.

Hermione clung to him needily, lost in thought, until she heard a quiet sniff from above. Looking up, she saw her professor's watery eyes before he had a chance to look away. She turned to him and kissed him long and hard and with such determination that he pulled back in wonder.

"However can you indulge the whims of a dirty old man?" he inquired, his heart aching for corrupting such a sweet girl...woman, he corrected himself.

Hermione laughed softly at his self-deprecation. "Oh, I was under the impression that I was corrupting you."

He let out a feral growl as he swooped her up into his strong arms and whisked her away into his bedroom. He was not finished with her yet.

~End Chapter Four~