Yes, Sir

Lesson 7: Cunnilingus

Have you guys read Iron Flame? If you haven't you should, it's my Roman Empire. I may have taken a little inspiration from Xaden and Violet in one of the scenes below. If you know, you know. H. x

"Up" Severus said, abruptly.

Hermione had been dozing on her Dominant's lap for Merlin-knows-how-long, ignoring the looming punishment that Severus had promised her. She knew better than to think that he would overlook her transgressions. He was nothing if not a man of his word.

Feeling rather disgruntled, Hermione peeled herself away from her spot on Severus's chest. Her spot. In truth, she had been rather comfortable. His spicy, smoky scent was simultaneously intoxicating and reassuring. It seemed to wrap itself around her and give her a warm hug, relax her brain and turn her core to liquid all in the same inhale. His scent was dangerously addictive, and Hermione had no intention of ever letting anyone get close enough to her Dominant to smell him again, she would keep him for herself.

Hell, if Hermione could make a candle out of Severus's scent, she would burn it constantly.

"Quickly." Severus prompted, as Hermione sluggishly got to her feet. Her legs were rather sore and she had absolutely no doubt that her knees were bruised, after all, she had just spent most of the evening kneeling on the hard wooden floors of the Headmaster's office, giving her best fellatio performance to date.

Hermione stood straight, blinking furiously to rid herself of the drowsiness that was weighing down her eyes. She was still naked and Severus, although fully clothed, had been kind enough to share some of his body heat as he held her closely. His woollen robes had been soft against her bare skin. Without an ounce of shame, Hermione had clung to him indulgently, drinking in his warmth and his scent.

She had felt more intimacy in that moment than she had in any of her sexual encounters with all of her ex-boyfriend's combined.

"I am going to punish you now, Little Girl." Severus said, unable to conceal his smirk.

He was still sitting at his desk, wearing his robes without so much as a hair out of place. Severus didn't look remotely aroused or excited. His face contained his usual blank expression of disinterest, regardless of the nude girl who stood before him. It did absolutely nothing for Hermione's self-esteem, exposing herself in front of a man who appeared as though he couldn't be bothered with arousal.

Hermione swallowed, keeping her eyes to the floor.

"Does this make you anxious?" He asked, pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger. He forced her to meet his gaze.

"Yes, Sir." She replied, knowing that her own embarrassment was plain across her face.

Severus tutted and released her chin. "Perhaps you should have thought of that before you disobeyed direct orders. Remind me of your safewords?"

"Green is good. It means I am comfortable with what we are doing and that I am happy to continue. Yellow means that I am unsure, or that I am uncomfortable or close to reaching my limit. Red indicates that I want to stop immediately." Hermione recited, recalling their first lesson together.

Their eyes still locked, Hermione searched her Dominant's for some kind of affirmation or validation. She received none. His almost-black eyes seemed entertained, as though there was something he wished to say, but thought better of it.

"Well done." Severus said curtly. "I wish to use the opportunity to introduce you to some light bondage. Do I have your consent?

"Yes." Hermione said, hastily adding "Sir" before Severus could multiply her punishments.