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Merlin, she was gorgeous. He wanted her. He couldn't want her. She was his boss to start with. He was 20 years older than her, for Cerce's sake! And those 20 years had not been kind to him. He was an old, bitter, ugly, washed up loser. A wave of self-loathing threatened to overtake his feelings of admiration and desire. As usual, the feelings warring inside him clouded his concentration and he had to strengthen his occlumency shields to focus on his employer. She was talking, as usual, and as sexy as she was he did respect the hell out of her and she deserved more than his adolescent mooning.
She had earned every ounce of that respect the hard way over the years. If saving his life in the Shrieking Shack hadn't done it, her ballbusting yet frighteningly Slytherin ministry career would have. She had taken the ministry by storm and demanded the justice that had been lacking in their world. And when she was done there she had set her eyes on Hogwarts. Yes, she deserved much more than any man's gaze.
But fuck, those tits! Had they gotten bigger in the last few minutes? He swore when she sat at just the right angle he could see straight through her blouse to make out her bra. He wondered about the size, shape, and colour of her nipples. Were they hard? How was he meant to concentrate on what she was saying when the minute the door to her office was closed she let her wizarding robes slide down the back of her chair? Doing so revealed that absolutely sinful silk blouse and yet another pencil skirt that seemed even shorter and tighter than the last.
Was the witch trying to kill him? Punish him? Torture him? She was succeeding. He would definitely be going to hell and he definitely deserved it because he really, really should not want her. However, there she was, sitting across her desk from him, staring at him intensely with those big brown eyes and the real question was... how could he not want her?
Look at him, she thought. I used to admire him so much. I called him Professor and Sir for years and was terrified of him. He was so cruel to us, all the while protecting us. He seemed so powerful then. But who has the power now, Severus? Now I'm his boss. I still respect him. But you don't scare me anymore Snape. I see how you look at me. Do you think I haven't? I see how your eyes drop to my chest. And every time I turn away I can feel your gaze on my ass. OF COURSE, I've noticed! Why else would I start wearing short skirts under my robes? Does he think I'm a dunderhead? I'll show him. No, I'm not afraid of you Snape and I'm not afraid to take what I want. If the man needs a push, then I'll push him.
"Severus? Did you catch that?" He was looking a little dazed. Something must be distracting him she thought cheekily. Surely it couldn't be the extra button on my blouse that came undone?
"Sorry, Hermione, I mean Headmistress, I missed that. What did you say?" She smiled at him. The perfect opening, why thank you, Severus.
"Severus, I'm going to make myself perfectly clear here. I'm the Headmistress now." She said, using her bossiest, swotty voice. "I'm your boss. I'm in charge. You will listen to me. Got it?"
He slowly nodded, seeming cautious of the new tone but she also heard his breath catch and saw his eyes dilating with arousal. Gotcha!
"Good. Now, since I'm in charge there are certain things that I want to change around here. I have a few particular... desires. Needs that need to be met." She looked dead in his eyes and bit her lip. "Tell me, Severus, are you the man for the job? Can I count on you to obey my commands?"
She was taking a risk here and she knew it. Someone who had been at the beck and call of two competing megalomaniacs for two decades was bound to have strong feelings about power. Her approach ran the risk of triggering him and turning him off, perhaps for good. But she had been teasing him for weeks now, testing his reactions, and she was pretty sure she had him all worked out. And thus the gamble. She looked at him cooly while her heart pounded. How would he react?
He looked up at her, stunned. Was this happening? Is she... she can't be, can she?
"Hermione-"
"It's Headmistress!" She snapped immediately. "You'd do well to remember that."
She walked around to the front of her desk, she perched her tight, round ass on the edge and leant over to meet his eyes. She was pleased to note that his eyes were severely distracted by the fact that he could now see down her shirt. He could now clearly see the dark crimson, sheer bra with gold lace trim that had been teasing him all morning. Her nipples were hard! Those tits are fucking magnificent! He thought. Not to mention that ass. She was dangling that body in front of him like ripe fruit, begging to be plucked and consumed. How did he hold back? Should he hold back? She was clearly making moves on him. He was certain that he could hear the sizzle of his occlumency shields short-circuiting. You're fucked, mate.
"Look at me, Severus."
His eyes snapped to hers and he felt his body automatically spring to attention. Well, the parts of his body that weren't already at attention. He had been at half-mast for most of the meeting but now he was in a full-on salute.
"You're clearly distracted. You obviously want to fuck me. I've known it for weeks now. Tell me the truth, Severus. Do you want to fuck me?"
Was this a trick question? What was the right answer here? The part of his brain being controlled by his dick (an embarrassingly large percentage right now) was screaming at him. Say yes, you fool! What kind of Slytherin are you that would even consider passing on your dreams come true?
For a moment he was lost in the dream that had been occurring every single fucking night since she had been appointed. Her tight, little body on top of him, dominating him, bringing him to the edge, using him for her own pleasure... His instincts for self-preservation though were still sharp and his natural and hard-earned suspicious nature mistrusted the Gryffindor forthrightness of her approach. Nothing good ever came from sticking one's neck out. Take a risk or play it safe? That was ultimately his dilemma. Play it safe and his career would remain safe, with the possibility of some awkwardness. But that security may come at the cost of the best sex of his life.
"Honestly, Headmistress? Yes. I want to fuck you."
Fuck! Where did that come from? You've done it now, dickhead. Panic filled his chest, making it impossible to breathe for a moment. What had he been thinking? He hadn't been! The words had just come out, he didn't even fully process it, his mouth had just taken over... and it seemed he wasn't done.
"I want to fuck you. Desperately."
She smiled at him. That wicked smile. His heart sank and he closed his eyes. It had been a trap. A horrible joke. She didn't want him. Of course, she didn't. Why would she?
"Do you? Well then Severus, I'm going to let you earn it. I know you noticed my bra... do you like it?"
His head snapped back up to look at her, now leaning back against her desk. Again his mouth seemed to function independently of his brain.
"I'd love to rip it off you."
She laughed at him. Well, you're just full of surprises, aren't you? Well, maybe I'll just let you... Eventually.
"We shall see."
She leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs for him placing the sharp points of her stilettos on his shoulders she looked boldly into his eyes. He swallowed and lowered his gaze to her pussy. And then stopped thinking altogether.
Her panties matched her bra. Sheer, crimson, trimmed with gold lace but best of all: Crotchless. Clearly, he had had some kind of health emergency and was currently dead. There was no other explanation. He was dead and this was either heaven or hell.
"You want me? Prove it. Taste me. Get down on your knees, Severus. I want to feel your tongue on me."
Well, that is a woman that takes charge. And he may be an old, bitter, ugly, washed-up loser but by Merlin, he knew how to take orders. He dropped to his knees and reverently slid his hands up her legs.
"Yes, headmistress."
With that, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue to her clit. She was already so wet. She had clearly been building up to this. He reached up to grab her ass to pull her closer and she slapped his hands away.
"Tut tut... you need to behave Severus."
His erection twitched inside his tented slacks and he bit his lip as his eyes rolled back into his head behind his lids. What the fuck was going on? Going down had always been more of a means to an end for him but this was nirvana. He was desperate to please her. He needed to. And he thought he would die of excitement when he felt her wrap her legs tightly around his head.
"Yes Severus, right there. Don't stop.. that's it"
He could hear her breathing get heavy and as he pressed down with his tongue she let go of a loud moan. His head was spinning as his hips thrust frantically into the air, searching desperately for the friction he needed. But he denied himself, ruthlessly wrenching his mind to the delectable task at hand. He was hers. Whether she knew it or not, despite every vow he had made to the contrary following the war, he was not his own man any longer. Bringing every ounce of his formidable will to bear he buried his face in her cunt as if the air he breathed could be found there.
"Oh yes, Severus... more."
She relaxed her arms, and lying back she threw one across her eyes and used the other to grip him by the hair. Her legs splayed open completely before him.
"Taste me... grab my ass and taste me."
Yes, Goddess! Headmistress! Queen! He leaned over her and pressed his tongue to her clit while his hands grabbed tight onto her ass and pulled her into him. Holy fuck, he was nearly ready to cum at this. It was such a turn on to be and do whatever she wanted.
"Give me your fingers... press them into me. Now Severus. Now!"
He obeyed. He pressed a finger into her and groaned aloud when he felt her clench around him as she screamed. He didn't let up though and immediately leaned forward again to suck her clit and gently but insistently coax more from her.
"Holy Fuck! Yes, Severus! More!"
Her breathing short and fast at this point, punctuated by little high pitched whimpers that were imbedding themselves into his mind. Oh yes, he would be remembering those sounds for the rest of his wanking days.
With two fingers gently pressing into her and curling, and his tongue rolling around her clit, he countered the pressure of her hips with his forearms as they jerked into the air.
"Aaaahhhhh!.....AH!...AH!"
Her body jolted toward him. She wrapped her legs around his head again and pulled him in.
"More! I need it, Severus! Now!"
She opened her legs and he leaned back and started rubbing her clit with his fingers. They were dripping with her cum at this point and a small part of his mind fantasized about rubbing the moisture across his cock before he was jerked back by her sharp, shrill demands.
"Faster!... Faster!...Yes! Just like that! Yes! Yes! Exactly like that! Severus don't you dare fucking stop! Yes! Yes! FUCKING MERLIN YES!"
At that moment she grabbed his hand, thrust her pelvis into it roughly, and rode out the last waves of her orgasm. Her body relaxed and her breathing began to steady. After a moment she looked down at him.
"Holy Fuck! Severus, that was exactly what I needed."
She narrowed her eyes at him and tapped her cheek as if in thought before that damned cheeky smile returned.
"Now... take your trousers off."
He jumped to obey, his hands shaking in eagerness. She was surprised and impress at how hard and thick he was for her. She could practically see his pulse throbbing through his veins and she licked her lips. Not yet. Steady Granger, he's not ready for that yet.
"Do you want to cum, Severus? Do you want to touch yourself? I bet you do. Show me. Touch yourself for me and show me how much you want me."
He whimpered at her words and at her command began to slowly stroke his length for her. Looking at her exposed body he moaned lowly, taking her in in all her glory. Merlin, she's sexy. He flicked his eyes back to meet her gaze and he willed her to understand his longing. Gods witch I will do anything for you. You own me. I'm yours to command. She seemed to approve because her cheeky smile warmed a bit and she sat up a bit more and kicked off her shoes.
"Come closer to me, Severus"
He took a few steps closer. She laid her feet upon his thick cock and started rubbing.
"Is this ok?" He nodded violently, nearly sobbing at finally experiencing her touch where he most desperately needed it.
"Yes," his voice cracked but he didn't care. Dignity was the last thing on his mind at the moment. "Yes, please, v-very much oh-okay. Gods, yes!"
Her eyes twinkled and she smiled.
"Good. I want you to cum on my wet pussy. I'm going to make you.
With that she sat up and wrapped her hands around him, barely missing a beat. She continued stroking him, even spitting on him to make him wetter.
He no longer had any control, his hips began to thrust erratically. Moaning, he could feel his heart racing and his breathing become heavier and more rapid.
"That's it, Severus! That's perfect! You've given me almost everything, haven't you? But there's still one thing I need. You can give it to me, can't you? That's right! Give it to me! Now, Severus! Cum for me!"
No sooner had she commanded than he obeyed. His warm cum shooting out of him in the most powerful climax of his life. Roaring he covered her wet pussy, shooting up to her partially unbuttoned blouse and covering her glorious tits. Shaking badly, he took a step back and grabbed onto the arm of his chair for balance. Surveying his handiwork he could see that her skirt and blouse were ruined but the sheer triumph on her face was absolute. It had been a long time since he had felt this way. It was almost... self-satisfied. Clearing his throat he straightened his frock coat before making eye contact again.
"Was that... satisfactory... Headmistress?"
She smiled slyly and twinkled mischievously.
"That, Severus, was perfect. Go clean up. Be at my door at 10 PM tomorrow. You have more work to do!"