The Burning Pen

Daddy Dearest II
by Ruth Solomon

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The Thought

Hermione watched as her husband removed his clothing. He didn't have much to remove. All he ever wore was a robe, briefs, socks and boots. Snape went as au natural as possible. To her surprise, and a bit of consternation, he wasn't erect when he peeled back his robes. Usually, his briefs were stretched to the ripping point. A big nose wasn't his only large asset. Severus Snape was a heavy hitter, his cock measuring in at ten thick inches, sometimes eleven if he were greatly aroused. Since he was a rather lean individual, he cut quite an imposing figure when the robes came off.

Her husband was usually set to ready anytime he knew sex was afoot. That he seemed to show no arousal kind of worried Hermione. Had she gone too far, or had he gone too long without? Severus removed his boots, socks and briefs, his trunk-like extension dangling against his thigh as he lifted the sheets and looked down at her nude body, his eyes glittering as they slowly shifted over her, stopping at her face. Then he entered the bed, lying down next to her on his back and covering himself with the sheet, turning to face her. He didn't make any attempt to touch her, he simply looked at her.

"Severus, is there something wrong?" Hermione asked, not used to this reaction from her husband. Usually he would pull her into his arms and kiss her the moment he entered the bed, whether they were going to engage or not.

"No," he said softly, "there's nothing wrong, Hermione. I'm just . . . reveling."

"Reveling?" she asked him, frowning slightly.

"Yes. This is the first time I've managed to get myself off the sofa and back into my bed by your request and not by concessions. I want to take a few moments to let the victory soak in," he purred at her.

"Well, I treated you horribly, jumping to conclusions like that," Hermione said to him.

Snape didn't say anything to this. No need to stretch his manipulation of his wife any further. In fact, he was suffering a little twinge of guilt. Hermione and Jaden were the only ones who could pull such an emotion from him.

"And I really have missed you, Severus. I hate when you're not here," she said to him softly.

Snape scowled slightly when she said this.

"You mean you hate when you can't torment me," he replied, his voice a bit hard.

Hermione sat up on her elbows.

"What? What do you mean by that?" she asked him, brows furrowed.

Snape snorted.

"Don't play innocent. You were angry at me, Hermione and had relegated me to the sofa. We both know what that meant, what it would mean if I had indeed come home," he told her. "You are almost too vindictive to carry the name Gryffindor, witch. For years I've had to lie on that sofa and watch you parade around in front of me in nighties and less than nighties, teasing me horribly, making my cock so hard it was painful. You'd do this until I broke. Like I said, don't play innocent."

Hermione smirked.

She really was horrible to him. Sometimes she would even bathe, then sit in front of him as he tried to sleep, rubbing baby oil into her skin slowly, her robes open and body visible as she smoothed the shining lubricant over her breasts, belly, and thighs. Then she'd stand up and do her buttocks, the Potions master's tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth.

But, he wouldn't resort to pleading. He'd turn over and face the back of the sofa, closing his eyes and trying to think of something unpleasant, but he could still hear her, making soft sounds and imagining her hands moving over her soft, warm flesh.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at his unrepentant wife.

"Well, you're here now, and I'm not parading around. I'm right beside you and willing," she said softly, leaning down to kiss him. Snape twisted his head away.

"Now . . . just a moment, Hermione Snape. I've had . . . a thought," the wizard said, sliding out of the bed and standing up, looking down at the bewildered witch.

"A thought? What kind of thought, Severus?" she asked, her eyes drifting over his lean pale body, resting on his cock, which still remained disturbingly flaccid.

"I'm going to the sofa," he said, pulling on his briefs again as Hermione watched, wide-eyed.

He quirked his lip at her.

"And you're going to . . . torment me in your usual manner, as if we are on the 'outs' as it were," he said quietly.

"But this time, wife, there will be a very different ending to my torment."

Severus strode from the bedroom, Hermione looking after him for a moment, then climbing out of the bed and walking to her nightie drawer. She opened it and shifted through all the little gowns and teddies before selecting one. She gave a naughty little smile as she slipped it on, and the matching thong.

She had often wondered what it would be like to let Severus get at her when she teased him like she did. He'd look so pained, angry and hungry at the same time, his body tight as a spring. But she was making a point then, so she never found out.

But, obviously . . . she would tonight.

This could be rather fun.


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A/N: lol. So, Snape has come up with a little scenario. Most likely a revenge scenario. It seems Hermione is all for it too. Ooh, let's see what happens next . . . like we don't know. Lol. Thanks for reading.

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