My eyes on her became that of a man consumed. Splendidly, my intention to govern her darkest desires was coming to fruition. I would find her far down the corridor, chatting with some Ravenclaw prats about upcoming assignments and without reservation, while she hid that succulent body behind a set of used robes she didn't care to replace, I stared with dark intensity. Her hair was pulled back more often these days and I wondered if it was to give me a better view of the tempting curve of her neck or whether it was the roaring fires that Hogwarts stoked in the colder winter months.
I knew she felt my intention from the way she deliberately looked up at me and then looked away, as if to show me that she wasn't as enamored as I was. Red was proving that she still hated me, fighting against the hold I had on her with everything inside of her. Smugly, I wondered if she realized that the more she strained on the leash, the more she would be aware of it. That aside, I'd watched her for too long to be fooled into thinking that the way she shifted her weight to clench her thighs together was anything other than forbidden lust seeping through her tidy little slit to stain her panties and remind her of me in her most private moments.
I was driving her mad.
Finally, I felt as if there was some sense of justice in this fond chase between us. Years, I spent watching and waiting, wanking myself only to feel the empty satisfaction of an unrequited obsession. Now, the tables had turned. Red Stone was infantile in her newfound fixation and beat against the resistance the same way that I had when I looked on her, that mudblood wrecking ball, and realized that she was stuck in my mind like a sliver. But the years had matured me; they had schooled me in passion. Slowly but surely, I was consuming her and all I had to do was lock eyes with her as we passed in the corridor to feel the heat pouring from her body,
Red Stone was mine.
We never spoke anymore in passing. For the first month or so after I'd pressed her body up against that tapestry and strummed her to orgasm, we shared passing passionate kisses that usually ended in rude words and her storming off after slapping my cheek. Even that was more demure than Red usually was. If she'd wanted to, she could have punched me right in the gut and proven to me that she didn't want anything more to do with my lusty eyes. Instead, she slapped me and sashayed away in a manner that must have been learned to drive men crazy.
It had been a month exactly since I'd shagged her so completely on my bed and now she downright avoided me. Instead of letting this drive me mad, I took masochistic pleasure in the denial she presented me. Ever was she going to be a challenge, even up to the end. Red was afraid to be near me. Red feared no one, but she was purposely avoiding me, using calm tact to get out of close situations and icy glares to cool the fires of my passion. Her fear stemmed from the realization that she was growing more and more avid for me as time wore on. I was consuming her, just as I knew I would.
As soon as I realized this, I knew it was time to act again.
I found her alone in the library; books sprawled in front of her open to various pages that she frequently referenced with a furrow of her blonde brows and a jab with her index. Her quill was resting next to the parchment that uncurled over the side of the library desk and the inkbottle with appropriately crimson ink.
Her hair was braided in a thick pleat that draped over her shoulder like a tawny python, again exposing that curving perfection of her neck that slid into the neckline of her uniform. From around the bookshelf I shamelessly observed her through I could just barely see her chest rise and fall in frustration as she roved over a particular text for what I was sure to be the thousandth time.
Red had little patience.
Not one to hide in the shadows when my quarry was so obviously stationary, I emerged and walked casually over to the chair opposite hers and sat down. Red did not look up. The long table between us did not help to cut the tension and I waited patiently for her become fed up with me and finally break her feigned concentration in order to say something, or look up.
She said something first.
"I'm studying, Black. Go away," she ordered commandingly, never once tearing her gaze from the parchment.
"And miss all the fun of watching you try to resist me?" I provoked with a simple arch of my dark brows. "And you recall as well as I do how well you know my name," I added slyly in a dark hiss of my breath. The memory of her screaming and writhing beneath me had never left my conscious or unconscious mind, and the thought of making her submit to me again when she so clearly was having difficulty maintaining control on her desires wrenched a sneer from my lips.
Red looked up and slammed her quill down on the table in her frustration, penetrating the covetous darkness of my glare with a piercing glare. The feather snapped in two under the force of her hand but she paid little mind, watching me intently with eyes that were masked and yet terribly easy to read. Why else would she need a defense around me if not to protect herself from something she was afraid to give into?
"This can't work, Regulus," she forfeited with a deep sigh.
Legitimately, I was shocked at how simply she dropped the façade and spoke to me as if we were equals. Now I was uneasy, if only for a fleeting moment of clarity to the rationale of our situation. I was going to be a Death Eater. She was sworn to loathe me, and all of my lot, until she breathed her last…
"I didn't ask for your hand, Red," I mocked patronizingly. Somehow I knew I was dancing close to the flame when I decided to pursue her, complicating the lines of lucidity until they crossed in a tangle web whose center was abject desire.
She paused and watched me carefully as I stood up and began walking composedly around the table towards her, my hands clasped behind my back.
"You don't have to. I know what those stares down the hall mean, and the way I feel your eyes on me everywhere. I know what you're trying to do!" she retorted hotly, turning to face me in her chair as I started walking down the row of vacant seats that led to her.
"And what do they mean?" I asked quizzically, creasing my brow as I neared her. Try as she might, there was no denying her attraction to me. Her knees were pressed tightly together and her chest began heaving more noticeably even under her heavy uniform and draping black robes. Her hostility belied her inaction; Red was going to allow me to get closer. We could do this dance all afternoon for all I cared, but she was going to give into her desires. I could see it in the way she watched me come closer, dragging my fingertips along the polished finish of the dark wooden tabletop.
"Don't mock me, Regulus. You're trying to make me yours and I know it. We've known each other too long to play these games as if we're strangers."
Pulling out the chair next to her, I sat down quietly, never once tearing my eyes from hers. Her breath came long and slow, forcing me to hamper the lusty impulses for intelligent conversation. Though I showed outward confidence, there was a splinter of doubt in my mind now that we were talking so openly. Red was indeed too smart not to have noticed what was happening to her, noticing the twist of her desires from pure sexual pleasure to something deeper.
"You're partly right."
"And what part am I missing?" she snapped.
"I'm not trying anymore. It's already happened," I began, leaning close towards her and grabbing her wrist. Fighting against me only fueled my will to assert myself and instead of gripping her wrist tighter, I slipped my hand over hers and intertwined our fingers. "Just because you desire me does not mean that you're submitting to my will. As soon as you understand this we won't have this complicated issue getting in the way of our needs."
Red grumbled and pulled her hand from mine. I kept leaning slowly closer, sitting on the edge of my seat as I drew her closer to me like some type of decadent magnet. Her plump lips were shining in the firelight after she licked them and my hand went to my groin as I watched her body for a moment, enraptured in being so close after so long.
"It won't work," she reminded me defiantly, her eyes downcast to watch my hand glide over my groin and adjust my hardening cock.
Growling at the reminder that outside of the walls of Hogwarts, our passions would likely have to dwindle, a thought I hadn't bothered to dwell on, I grabbed her hand and placed it over my crotch, rubbing roughly. The movement jerked her closer to me so that her chest bumped my shoulder and I buried my nose in the curving neck that I'd admired for the past few weeks.
"Passions aren't meant to be analyzed, Red. Give into them and you give in only to yourself," I said hoarsely, rubbing her flat palm against the length of my member. "You deny yourself to punish me," I whispered in her ear, tracing my nose down her throat before pulling back to examine her expression.
Red glared at me, as sure a sign that she admitted the validity of what I'd just said. My possession of her was becoming complete and she knew it. It was no longer simply my lecherous fanaticism but hers as well. I'd trapped another spider in my web.
A groan ripped from my throat as she tightened her fist around my cock, coaxing it harder and harder through my trousers. She was punishing me, all right, her fingers were cutting as they smoothed my growing length brusquely. The idea of being at her mercy tantalized my fantasies and forced my head to drop back as I let her take over both of our pleasures. Sickening as I first thought it to be, I was becoming increasingly enchanted by her touch until I felt myself straining against the tight trousers and leaking precum out the tip that surely would stain.
Excitedly, she pressed her lips against my face and moved to straddle me in the chair, bringing both her knees to grip tightly at my thighs. Her hand was now pressed against my sex and hers and she wasted no time grinding against the back of her hand while stroking me to my full potential.
I brought my arms around her ass to guide her how I wanted but she retaliated with a sharp slap across my face. The pain dazed me, my vision swimming, but she waited until I was cognizant to say anything. My prick was aching under her hand as the tingle from my cheek dissipated. When she came back into focus I looked at her longingly and with wonder. I was submitting to her. Anything to encourage her to never stop wanting me.
"Don't touch," she commanded sternly, seizing my cock harder through my trousers.
I became slack in the chair, letting my arms fall over the side and my head leaned back just far enough to watch her. Red grinned and leaned closer to place a scorching kiss on my throat, sealing her wet fire with a firm scrape of her teeth over my pulse. Instantly I felt my heart quicken and by the time she'd gotten to my earlobe I was fully erect in her hand. The way her skirt pushed up over her thick thighs and bared her panties (albeit hidden by her hand between us) hypnotized me so that I was altogether surprised when I heard the crisp whine of my zipper coming undone. Right there, in the library, Red Stone was going to make me come. The knowledge that we could be caught enticed us to move quickly but quietly and I stifled a low moan through a chomp on my lip as I felt her smooth hand pull me out of my fly.
The scent of her was heady in the stale, recycled air of the library. Her hips tormented the both of us against her hand, which caused her to press more firmly on my cock. A pearl of precum slid down the length to meet her pumping hand, slicking her path. I couldn't help but give a grunt when she swirled her thumb over my cockhead, watching her as she pleasured me, relishing in the power I had forfeited.
Red bit my neck sharply, forcing a gasp from me like a stunned gazelle admitting death under the jaws of a tiger. My eyes shot open, my dick throbbing in her hand. She slid her hand up my shoulder and into my hair, pulling so tightly that my eyes clenched to shut out the smarting, dragging my head to her lips. Pressing them against my ear she kissed too tenderly to negate the pulsing twinge on my scalp and whispered "Be silent, this is a library."
Oh yes, she was punishing me. Reprimanding me for having dared to drag her into this world of fantasy with me. With every stroke I was reminded that she was a woman of power, and it was only the face that mine matched hers that she could allow herself to feel the attraction. We were equals, we were enemies. We were lovers, whether she liked it or not.
"Look at me," she breathed softly, adjusting her weight. I opened an eye and bit my lip immediately as I saw her lift slightly from my lap and pull her panties to the side. Her pink slit was drooling with juice and my mouth watered, hanging open slightly in awe of her brazenness and how little it took from her to make me melt.
I watched in a sort of trance as she gathered her nectar on her hand in a smooth and sensuous swipe. Settling back on my lap, she wrapped her warm, slick fist around my cock and pumped slowly to coat every inch. My head fell back and I surrendered everything to her.
Desperately, I tried to keep quiet but I wanted to make noise for her.
Her hand moved faster and with great accuracy, every time she pulled up towards my tip she brushed a finger over it. Soon she added her other hand and worked my pole in a sort of countering twist motion that had my mouth open and breathing deeply to avoid groaning and fucking her fist to feel more of her.
Leaning closer to me, Red made me twitch as she ground her wet panties against the backs of her hands, reminding me that we were close once more to completion with one another.
"Do you think about me every day?" she asked in a mischievous whisper that tickled the wanton hair falling over my ears.
She squeezed my cock and brought me back to reality as she devoured my gasp, pushing her lips onto mine and working my prick up and down relentlessly. I was sure she could feel the whimper I wanted to release.
"For a long time? Longer than you've admitted to me?"
I nodded; unconfident in my ability to keep my voice down once I had given it recognition.
Red practically purred on top of me, bringing me closer to release with every steady twist of her hands.
"Then it appears that my possession of you has been complete for some time," she reasoned, leaving my mouth open and wet from her tongue. I couldn't think. I could do anything but feel and admit to her frustrating power over me. There was no way I would be able to talk to her coherently while her hands worked such exquisite magic so I simply nodded lightly. I opened my eyes to watch her rub, relishing in the hint of desperation I detected behind her smoldering eyes. Red wanted to see me come, wanted to know of her power over me.
I gave it willingly. It was the final barrier of her desire, to know that I yearned for her with quiet intensity for far longer than she'd entertained thoughts of me. If that was all it took to claim my prize then it was worth giving.
Then, she stopped. Just as I felt the powerful stirring beneath and was ready to watch my orgasm cover the front of her uniform, her hands ceased moving. The next moment, she was off me, gathering her books with shaking hands. She even bent to scribble something with her broken quill as if to torment me further. I cursed under my breath and moved to zip my fly as I watched her in total frustration.
This surely was punishment.
Red ignored me until she saw me stand. Immediately she turned around and grabbed my cock through my trousers and looked up to me fiercely.
"Did I say to stand?" she asked. I was hovering somewhere between frustrated pain and denial of pleasure, and words were completely beyond me. I furrowed my brows confusedly.
Her hand began its work again, through my pants, rubbing up and down with more force than she'd used when her hand slid easily along my bare cock. I shut my eyes and steadied myself on the back of the chair she'd been sitting in when I found her.
"Grind against me, fuck my hand," she whispered, pressing her body against mine as her hand tortured me. I obeyed happily, thrusting my hips forward so that the added friction heightened my peak. Red was going to make me come in my pants. It was her purpose. The thought was so arousing that I felt myself throb.
Still, she would not let me hold her, denying me this pleasure that she knew I needed. Instead, her hand met my thrusts perfectly and in short order she felt me jerk erratically and then stiffen as I sprayed hot come along the seam of my pants. Red did not cease to stroke me until she felt my toes lift, a sure sign that there was no more to milk from my exhausted cock.
As quickly as she'd made me come, she gathered her things into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. The strap, heavy from the weight of all those books, sliced her breasts in half, instantly making my mind wander to how it would look to slide my dick in that valley.
I wasn't going to let her just walk away. Her power wasn't dominating in every aspect and as she went to dismiss me with a turn of her shoulder I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to me, unable to watch her leave without more of her.
Just as luck would have it, at that point the wrinkled librarian came around a corner of books and tutted at us snidely. Red looked at the librarian and then back to me. Without warning, she brought her hand back to slap me harder than she'd ever done before, showing me a true display of her strength.
"Piss off, Black," she spat bitterly. And she was gone.
The librarian did not hide her chuckle very well but left as soon as she saw that there was no longer a problem. Had the old bat seen us earlier she would have reported us immediately to the headmaster and probably gotten us expelled…I was not concerned at having been caught, only interrupted. One wank was hardly what I'd imagined our next time to be, and she'd already made me wait a month to touch her again, and she had denied me even that simple pleasure.
Grumbling at the receding back of the librarian, I slumped into the chair she'd straddled me in and noticed that she'd left a bit of parchment on the table in her haste to leave me. I was becoming surly and annoyed. The hot wetness in my trousers was product only of me. The only consolation I had was that my dick was coated with her slickness but that would wash away too quickly. Her pussy had to be on my mouth, I was going to drink her…
Grabbing the bit of parchment I brought it disinterestedly toward my face to read against the firelight.
"Let me in the common room at 11,"
I smirked. Cheeky bitch.