Toy Story 2: More Fun with Buzz!

Severus had been on edge ever since the introduction of Hermione's vibrator, two weeks previous. Its pink, phallic presence hadn't diminished their sex life in the slightest and actually allowed him to do slightly less work than usual to make her come, but it still seemed to challenge him just by existing. It was entirely Hermione's, from the nightstand drawer in which it resided to the hand that expertly adjusted the dial. Severus had no mastery over it whatsoever, and that annoyed him.

Besides, the word "revenge" had been percolating in his mind, and a plan had finally formed that would allow him to take control of the toy and use it against his libidinous wife. In a manner of speaking, anyway.

He smirked to himself as he set the scene in the bedroom, using his wand to light some candles, which gave off the faintest scent of exotic spice as they burned. They were scattered throughout the room, placed to cast just the right amount of glow over the bed. Dusky scarlet sheets adorned the bed, newly transfigured from the plain cotton ones he had purchased that afternoon, and their satiny fabric caught the light perfectly. Gold accents in the pillowcases and trim were the final touches on a scene designed to put his wife at ease. She might not even notice the gold silk ropes twined around the bedposts. If she did, chocolate truffles were on hand to be administered until she was placated.

He was taking no chances. It was Friday, the day when she came home exhausted from her long week at the Ministry, and it was not unknown for him to have a surprise waiting for her. Last week, their small bathtub had been transformed into something resembling a steaming swimming pool, and the bottle of champagne standing on the rim had refilled itself. Thus, the elaborate scene in the bedroom would not put her on guard.

It had occurred to him that she might not appreciate her weekly relaxation ritual being used as revenge for him, but he had reasoned that she would still be the one on the receiving end of the pleasure and therefore could not entirely object.

A lock clicked, and Severus heard the brush of the front door over the threshold.

"I bloody hate Percy Weasley!"

Hermione was home a little early. By the sound of it, she had not had an enjoyable day. Not that she ever had an enjoyable day at work, but this one sounded especially aggravating. For a moment, Severus's reserve wavered as he considered his wife's possible ire, but he shook it off. Quickly pocketing her vibrator and two AA batteries, Severus made his way into the front hall.

Hermione was placing her messenger bag on the small table there, having already hung her keys on the hooks on the wall. She looked up as he came in, a smile lighting her tired face.

"Weasley worse than usual?" he asked, reaching out and wrapping his arms around her. She groaned and leaned into his chest, placing her at the perfect height for his chin to nest in her hair.

"He's just so... ugh. So Percy. If he was any stiffer, you could fly flags from him." She shifted her head from under his jaw and looked up at him. "Kill any students today?"

"They are quite capable of doing that themselves, as you know perfectly well. Why following directions is so difficult for them I will never understand."

"I was good at that."

"Hmph. As I said, it isn't difficult." He grinned at her indignant glare, and took the opportunity to steal a kiss. She sought his tongue eagerly, pulling him close to her so he could feel her body flush against his own. The effect this had on him was inevitable; she demonstrated her discovery of it by grinding her hips against him, making him groan.

"Minx," he growled once his tongue was working again. Eagerly, he seized her hand and pulled her to the bedroom.

Hermione gasped. Their bedroom, usually fairly plain and comfortable, had been transformed into an exotic dream. Red and gold hues played throughout, from the glowing candles to the luxurious bedspread. Following Severus inside, she breathed in a seductive, spicy scent, so different from the usual ones of cotton and shoes.

"Severus, this is wonderful!" she gushed, planting a kiss on his jaw. She saw him smile briefly as he turned and slowly began unbuttoning her robes, placing a light kiss somewhere on her face with every button. He kissed her neck when he reached behind her to unsnap her bra and then kissed a line down her body as he slid off her knickers. Light, teasing kisses, all of them, making her squirm with need; her clit tingled and she felt herself growing wetter.

Severus had knelt as he took off her knickers, and seeing him at eye level with her pussy sent Hermione just that little bit higher. Shifting, she spread her legs and placed a hand on the back of his head. His dexterous tongue was just what she needed right now. He looked up at her with a smirk before deftly disengaging himself and standing up again.

Hermione groaned, and he tsked."Go lie on the bed, you demanding woman. Keep yourself entertained...," he waggled his eyebrows, "...while I undress."

Make yourself comfortable and masturbate? Those were orders Hermione could handle. Smiling, she crawled onto the bed, collapsed into the embrace of the pillows, and started rubbing her clit. Severus watched her hungrily as he stripped off the black turtleneck jumper he'd been wearing, followed rapidly by trousers and pants. The gold and red tones in the room gave his pallid skin a warm glow; it didn't quite suit him, but Hermione didn't really care. She didn't even notice the wand in his hand until it was pointing at the headboard behind her, and by the time a protest had arranged itself on her tongue, her hands were tied above her head with soft ropes, which also circled her ankles and drew them toward the edges of the mattress.

"Shh, pet," he said, quelling her protest with a look.

Hermione squirmed, tugging against the ropes. His games rarely bothered her, and for the most part she thoroughly enjoyed them, but... it was Friday night. This was the night she was supposed to be center of attention and have nothing difficult to deal with.

On the other hand, the room was beautiful, and he hadn't done anything evil.

Yet.

"Look what I found, Hermione," he nearly sang, and Hermione came out of her irritated reverie to see him presenting her vibrator to her like a man dangling a bone in front of a hungry dog. Slowly, all the while clearly enjoying her frustration to no end, he unscrewed the cap and slid in the batteries. She whimpered when he tested it, the familiar buzzing bringing up memories that sent a jolt straight to her clit.

Turning it off, he glided over to the bed and slid onto it, kneeling between her spread legs. One long finger gently brushed against her pussy, tickling it in a manner that was almost unbearable. Back and forth his finger slid, tracing the line of her netherlips, but always managing to just miss touching her clit.

"Yes, I found your toy and learned how to use it, my wife. I wanted to play, too." He leaned forward, and Hermione felt something like a cool, smooth cock slide into her pussy. He had inserted her vibrator and was now thrusting it in and out of her, fucking her with it just like he fucked her with his cock. Moaning, she raised her hips, trying to get more sensation.

"Mmm... more..."

"Beg me to turn it on, pet."

"Please, Severus..."

Vibration filled her pussy, sending thrills from her g-spot to her clit, heightening the pleasure, but not all the way. He knew, and she knew he knew, that she was a woman who needed clitoral stimulation to orgasm; vaginal stimulation just wound her up to no end. As long as he stayed away from her clit, he could tease and torment her for ages.

Oh, he knew all right, and she moaned as he twisted the knob and intensified the vibrations. Desperate, she moved her hips more, trying to get more sensation, hoping she might brush against his hand in just the right way and end the growing tension.

"See, my pet? It can't really make you come," he murmured, holding the vibrator firmly inside her and pressing her hips down with his other hand. "But I can. All you have to do is ask."

Hermione moaned. "Severus... please... touch me..."

"I'll go one better, love."

She had a last glance of his evil smile before he ducked down between her legs.

When his lips clamped around her clit, sucking gently as his tongue flicked from side to side, the growing tension broke, and orgasm flooded through her. She felt her back arch and her hips jerk, and she could hear her own moans.

"Oh, god, Merlin... ahhh, Severus, yes, oh, fuck yes!" She writhed under the continuing onslaught of his tongue and the vibrator, and soon the sensation became too much, overwhelming her with pleasure. Digging her feet into the mattress, she attempted to wriggle away from her husband's wicked mouth, but the ropes around her ankles prevented her from moving very far. Finally, she collapsed, twitching slightly with each flick of his tongue on her supersensitive clit.

"Severus," she gasped, "please stop. It's... too much..."

Black eyes looked up at her from between her legs. With a final lick, he released her, sliding the vibrator out as he sat back. He took a moment to study her panting, shaking form and then said, "Happy Friday, lover."

If she hadn't been post-orgasmic, completely exhausted, and tied to the bed, Hermione would have removed the triumphant smirk from his face, possibly by sticking the vibrator somewhere very interesting.

It was an idea to remember for another day.