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Chapter 15: Edging
Hermione walked into the halls she hadn’t seen in five years with her hands tucked safely in her peacoat, collar protecting her from the wind that the Scottish Highlands were known for in the autumn months.
She had never expected to be back for this reason.
Hoping not to run into the Headmistress, she kept her path direct, taking the first staircase down to the dungeons. A shiver ran up her spine—anticipation.
Steeling herself, she knocked on the dungeon door she never would have dared to enter before.
It opened, and Severus Snape was standing on the other side. In a relaxed black shirt and dark trousers, hair clearly still drying from the shower, he was a much more attractive picture than she remembered.
She swallowed hard. “Hello, Professor.”
A smirk pulled up the corner of his mouth. “Severus. Please, Miss Granger.”
She smiled nervously, but excitement was winning out and she couldn’t help the toothy grin that was creeping onto her face. Not for the first time, she was glad she had shrunk her teeth all those years ago. Who knew what a confident smile would lead to?
“Come in,” he said in sultry tones, stepping aside as he gestured for her to enter.
She did, and immediately jumped with surprise.
“Luna!”
The blonde Ravenclaw looked up at Hermione with a dreamy expression.
“Hermione, how lovely to see you.”
Her brain was racing to catch up with what was going on. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” Hermione said, still trying to piece it together. “Shall I come back later?” She looked at Severus.
He grinned jovially, a teasing lilt to his words. “No, I believe you and Miss Lovegood are here for the same reason.”
Hermione looked back at Luna and this time her eyes took in the simple dainty collar around her neck. It was just a silver chain with a triskelion charm engraved with a DM in the center. Luna's hand went to her neck, touching it lovingly at at Hermione’s look.
“Draco,” she said simply as if that explained everything.
Hermione’s eyebrows shot up into her hair. She hadn’t realized that Luna and Malfoy were an item. She tried not to think too hard about how closely the Sacred Twenty-Eight were related.
“That’s lovely,” Hermione admitted. She felt a small twinge of jealousy at seeing Luna's collar; what she wouldn’t give to have a Dominant she felt so strongly connected to. It was tantamount to marriage, she had learned in the last few years.
She was still learning, just as she had learned that after so many hours a day being in charge, she liked to relinquish control. It may have surprised others that Hermione was a natural born submissive, but in the end it made her feel safe, happy, relaxed. And to hell with anyone who judged her for it.
Suddenly aware that Severus was watching their interaction, she turned to him, eyebrows still raised as her face expressed This was quite the surprise.
“If it’s amenable to you, I should like to work with you both together this evening.”
Hermione’s heart raced and heat pooled in her abdomen. “That is acceptable to me,” she said in a tight voice, cheeks already flushing.
“I’d be happy to,” Luna added.
“Wonderful.” He looked between the two witches. “Let’s begin.”
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Hermione never expected to find herself lying naked on Severus Shape’s bed next to an equally naked Luna. She certainly never expected to do so while he stood in front of both witches, teasing their cunts. Hermione and Luna lay in similar positions, their feet planted on the bed and their arms bound above them as their former Potions teacher slipped his fingers in and out of them in sync.
Severus teased both girls equally, stroking their inner walls, finding the spongy tissue along one side and pressing firmly; he reveled in the way both witches gushed arousal into his palms as he did so.
"Good girl," he said to both of them. "Now, you both know why you're here today, don't you?"
Hermione nodded, panting with pleasure as he drove her closer to the peak. Luna murmured, "Yes, Sir," in breathy tones.
"I would like to hear you say it."
Neither girl could speak, for he was trailing along their ridges so precisely they were seconds away from exploding.
"Miss Granger? Your hands are already raised above your head. Surely you must know the answer."
Hermione blushed at that, but looked him in the eye. "I asked you to teach me how to be a good submissive. To learn more specifically about...about..." It was hard to think while he was moving so torturously slowly inside her.
"Yes?"
"About denial. And control. And waiting as a form of pleasing my Dominant."
"And do you have a Dominant, Miss Granger?" he asked, curiosity coloring his tone.
She shook her head. "No, Sir."
He made a small noncommittal noise and turned his attention to the other witch. "And you?"
"Yes, Sir. Draco is my Dominant. I wear his collar. He trusts you to help me learn."
"Well done, Miss Lovegood." And he fucked her harder with his finger, still somehow lazily stroking Hermione with the other hand.
Luna looked as if she were about to fall apart when Severus suddenly pulled his fingers out of both witches. The blonde made an anguished cry, trying to close her knees together to relieve the pressure. Severus was between her legs in a second, holding them apart so she couldn't rub herself to orgasm. Hermione watched in awe as his face became the stern mask she was familiar with.
"No, Miss Lovegood. You shall not come." He looked at Hermione. "You will both be learning the pains and pleasures of edging tonight."
Luna was starting to breathe more slowly again, the crest passing without reaching it. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"Good girl," he said, patting her cunt gently, and then all at once shoving two fingers back inside her and thrusting so quickly Hermione was sure Luna had no chance of holding back. But again just as soon as the girl's face turned red with impending orgasm and she started to arch her back, Severus pulled his fingers out of her and stepped away, leaving her whining. He bound both her ankles apart so she could not move and stood in front of Hermione.
Hermione felt as if all breath had left her body. She couldn't admit it out loud, sure he would ridicule her for it, but she found the Potions Master incredibly attractive, so much so that she had hoped the night might end in him teaching her with his cock instead of just his fingers. But now she felt silly. That would never happen with Luna there. He was a teaching Dominant. He helped submissives who were trying to learn. He trained them, mentored them, but never took a sub of his own.
At least, not that she was aware of.
He stood between her legs, leaning over her body until his arms rested on either side of her head, his mouth by her ear.
"Miss Granger," he murmured.
Hermione felt a rush of wetness coat her thighs.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
"Yes, Sir," she breathed, arching her chest, hoping her breasts would press against him, that she would get some form of contact on her aching body.
"Would you like to taste your friend?"
Hermione's eyes flew open. "What?"
Severus leaned back a bit to look her in the eye with a smug grin. "Well I only have two hands. One of which has been inside Miss Lovegood recently. Would you like to taste her?" He leaned closer again, his lips brushing her ear so it almost tickled. "Or perhaps would you like me to fuck you with the same fingers and mix your juices inside your pretty little pussy?"
"Oh gods," Hermione moaned, feeling her cunt clench against nothing, dying to be full.
Severus turned to Luna. "What do you think? Would you like Miss Granger to lick your juices from my hand, or shall I push them inside her?"
Luna's eyes went wide; she was rarely afforded that much control, and liked it that way. Still, now and then it was appealing. "Lick."
Severus turned back to the curly brunette underneath him. "What do you say, Miss Granger? Are you brave enough to try a taste?"
Hermione's mouth was parted, eyes blown wide with arousal.
She nodded.
Severus brought his hand to her mouth as his other hand went to her clit. He started teasing her again, lightly, his fingers barely brushing her nub.
Hermione bravely took an exploratory lick of his fingers and found the taste tangy and musky, but...good. She wanted more.
She opened her mouth farther and she wrapped her lips around his fingers as he pushed the others into her dripping cunt. As he fucked both her mouth and her pussy, she moaned, feeling herself getting close again.
Just as she was about to come, he withdrew his fingers, his body keeping her legs apart.
"I think it's only fair that you share your friend's taste," he said nipping at her jaw. "But you've taken it all, greedy girl. I want to try."
He kissed her, suddenly and soundly. Hermione did not expect to be so lucky to have her former professor's tongue inside her mouth, and the fact that he was licking Luna's arousal from her lips nearly sent her over the edge.
"Please," she said against his lips, "I'm going to come."
He stopped immediately, pulling back, but she could see his pupils were wide too. "Good girl. Good girl for saying so and not coming without permission."
He stood and Hermione felt cold in the absence of his heat.
"Miss Lovegood, you've been waiting so patiently. I think you deserve a reward, don't you agree, Hermione?"
Hermione's eyes snapped up to meet his—he'd never used her first name before. She nodded her head.
"What do you think would bring your Dominant greatest pleasure?" he asked the blonde witch.
Hermione could see the conflict on Luna's face. She knew the girl wanted to come but also there was something else there.
"He would want me to come around his cock."
"So he would. I think we should send you home a quivering little mess for him, don't you think?"
Luna nodded, lip trembling as she prepared for more pleasure that led nowhere.
Hermione watched as Severus brought her to the edge fives more times, each time stopping before she could finish. When her pussy lips were swollen and red and her thighs sticky with her own juices, he unbound her from the bed and got her a water and a snack for the road.
"You've done very well, Miss Lovegood. Draco should be proud of you."
"Thank you, Sir." Luna was still flushed, holding her snack in her hand as she stood in her coat, ready to get back to her wizard. "May I use the floo?"
"Of course."
"Bye, Hermione," Luna said, smiling and waving as she stepped into the fireplace. "I hope you get to come too."
And then she was through.
When Severus turned around, the fire in his gaze was different. It wasn't calm, it wasn't...instructive.
It was primal.
"Do you want to come...Hermione?"
The way his voice slipped over her name, caressing its curves, made her nearly whimper.
"Yes, Sir."
He stepped closer. "And you don't have a Dominant, do you?" He leaned over her again on the bed.
"No, Sir," she breathed, eyes meeting his.
"What if I said that I wanted you. Would you like that, pet?"
Hermione moaned, trying to pull him closer to her with her legs. One wandless spell later and they were both naked.
Severus reached between them, running his finger through her folds to collect the fluids there before bringing his hand to his mouth.
"Divine."
"Please, Sir," she panted.
"What do you want, pet?"
"You. I want you."
Without a moment more passing, he leaned in and kissed her, pushing her own taste into her mouth and slipping his fingers inside her channel once again.
"Shall I bring you to the edge?"
"Oh gods," she breathed. "Please, please let me come."
His fingers moved faster and faster, stilling every time she got close.
"If you were my submissive, I would want you to come around my cock. Would you like that, Hermione?"
"Yes, Sir." Her vision was dotted with stars, head too light, all her energy pooled low in her body.
He lined himself up and slid easily inside her.
"Fuck, witch," he grunted, sliding in and out.
Hermione had never felt such a perfect fit. Never dreamed she would get this moment with him. "Thank you, Sir."
His eyes lit up at her gratitude. "My, you are a good little one aren't you? Why are you not collared, Hermione?" He fingered her neck gently, tracing where it would go.
"I haven't," she paused, not sure how honest to be. "I haven't met anyone I wanted to collar me." Besides you. Say it Hermione, what's the worst that could happen? "Besides you."
His eyes went wide and he pulled her up further onto the bed so he could lie atop her with her legs underneath him. She knew it made her even tighter.
"I never sleep with anyone I train, Miss Granger. But you are...a temptress. So lovely," he said, kissing her again.
"Thank you, Sir." Hermione was trying not to come without permission but it was getting harder as her passage slicked even more. "Sir, I, I'm going to—"
He pulled out of her, denying her once more. With a smug grin at the look on her face, he thrust back in, as deep as he could go, and looked her in the eye.
"Come."
She exploded around him, pleasure radiating from her center out through her limbs as her vision went white.
After a few moments, she returned to awareness and he was kissing her gently.
"Well done."
She noticed he was still hard inside her; he hadn't come.
"Your turn?" she asked.
He smirked. "I find edging prolongs the pleasure." He thrust into her again at her answering smile. "I have all night."