Prompts: Body-shots, dominance, nipple tassels.
Chapter 2: Aphrodisiac
Tracey Davis.
He was having a lot of dreams featuring the damn girl. Every morning after that particular Potions lesson, he woke with a hard-on. Soon as he was conscious enough to recall that the writhing beauty he dreamt of bending over a table was one of his sixth years, and he recalled that he had already touched himself to visions of her, the guilt set in.
However, guilt at least was a feeling he was familiar with and could push aside. Desire, on the other hand, was a different story. As was temptation.
Most mornings after waking, he angrily tossed aside his covers and took a shower. A cold one. Severus refused to beat off again to a student, however delectable said student may be. Besides he was aware that it would only lead to more trouble if he indulges in his fantasies.
Unfortunately, no matter his reasons, not thinking of Tracey was not so simple. The girl was in his House. During dinner, he often felt his gaze drifting to where she sat at the Slytherin table. To make matters worse, the girl had actually made it to his NEWT's Potions class; and had inexplicably decided to continue to take Potions.
And time had the distinct compulsion to tread on. No matter how many unpleasant classes with dunderheads, the sixth year NEWTs class would inevitably arrive. Severus supposed that at least this time he knew he should be wary of the girl. And knew enough to avoid using Legillimency on the girl, lest he stumble across something else he should not see.
He hoped that today she would be wearing her robes and the rest of her uniform properly, and that she was telling him the truth the previous lesson about why her uniform was in such a state. Unfortunately, he was proven, as always, that hope was a foolish thing to believe in. Under different circumstances he would have immediately swopped in on the girl, but she came into the class just as the bell tolled and he had to start his class.
As soon as he briefly told the class what they would be doing this lesson and set up the instructions on the board, he strode over to the girl. Briefly, he wondered if it was just her luck that she came into class as the bell tolled, or if she had planned it that way knowing that he would not be able to kick her out or snap at her.
"Miss Davis, what is the meaning of this?" he hissed in her ear. He unwittingly spoke near enough to the girl that he was sure she felt his breath on her ear, causing her to visibly shudder. Severus wasn't sure whether from disgust, arousal, or just plain surprise. However, given the open curiosity she looked at him with, he guessed that it was not from disgust.
Her turning to look at him with wide doe eyes had the unfortunate effect of having her hair brush by his nose and causing him to come in direct contact with the fragrant, silken strands. Severus had to straighten himself to get away from the intoxicating smell of her hair. Belatedly he realized that perhaps he shouldn't have been bending so close to her in the first place.
"My robes sir? I'm not sure. I set them down while I was in the library when I picked them up and they were like this. I didn't have time to go to my dorm before class to change it," she explained with her brow furrowed slightly in puzzlement before becoming apologetic.
Severus narrowed his eyes on the girl and took in the ripped robes. "Did you not try any spells to repair them?" he asked in a low tone as he looked down at her. The robes almost looked like they had been mangled by some creature. They were very near tatters. Severus wasn't sure how they even strayed on the girl, much less why she put them on.
They've sustained too much damage," she replied with a shrug before turning to her Potions kit and sorting out the ingredients that she would be needing, so that she could soon begin to prepare them.
"Why did you even put them on?" he asked slightly bewildered.
"Well unless I've become extremely unlucky, I suspect someone is pranking me. I'm trying to show them that they're not embarrassing me," Tracey replied rationally as she started organizing her work station. She looked genuinely upset, but Severus wasn't buying it. After all, she wouldn't be the first Slytherin he came across who could act as good as a theater performer.
"Miss Davis, I will not have you in my class in tatters. Get those out of my sight at once," he growled under his breath.
"Yes sir," Tracey responded, looking up into his eyes and slowly trailing her long, elegant fingers down the buttons that were there. She then proceeded to slowly rolled them off her shoulders.
Severus felt his breath hitch, watching her disrobe as his mind presented him with a slew of images of his own fingers disrobing her. He shoved these images aside instead and noted she was wearing a tiny button-up vest that seemed to work better than any corset. Today she was not wearing a tie and her crisp white shirt had no collar. Instead it had a low-swooping neckline that put her breast on display. She was wearing a choker with a snake pendant that seemed to point a person's eyes down her shirt.
"That is not standard uniform," he hissed angrily at the girl, before darting his gaze around to see what his other students were doing. Thankfully they were all busy beginning their potion and sorting ingredients to pay attention to what was occurring in this corner of the classroom.
"But we are allowed to wear vests."
"Yes, but you must wear, at all times, a collared shit and a tie," he hissed lowly at her. "You will stay after class Miss Davis," he finally snapped before marching away, furious.
For the remainder of the lesson, Severus refused to look at the girl, though his mind never left her. He was rather sure that the girl was purposefully fucking with him. He was so angry at the gall of one of his own students so blatantly disrespecting him that he prowled around the class taking more paints than was usual, even for him.
When class was over, and the last student filed out, Severus flicked his wand at the door to lock it and put a silencing charm on the dungeon before turning to the girl. She was still seated at her work-station, though she had packed up her things. "What are you playing at, Miss Davis?"
Furrowing her brow, Tracey gave him her best bewildered look. "Sir?"
"Do you think I am stupid, girl? Do you think I became Head of Slytherin by being naïve as the Headmaster?" he snapped as he quickly strode over to stand before her table before splaying his hands on the table and leaning in close to her.
"Of course not, sir. I would never dream of it," she replied in a breathy tone, her chest heaving practically before his eyes, her eyes slightly wide with fear. Severus could practically smell her perfume from where he stood. The scent was mouthwatering and came over, wrapping its coils around his brain, fogging it up so he had trouble thinking straight.
For a moment, he merely stood bent over the table, breathing. He felt her sweet scent reach his lungs and constrict them tightly, before spreading like warmth through his body and capturing every one of his nerves. It even reached to his cock and sparked it to life.
He was so lost that he didn't hear or even see the girl move. She climbed onto the table and kneeled before, her delicate hands managed to gently maneuver him so that he was standing; with no resistance from him.
All he could do was breath her in, her scent becoming headier the closer she became. It seemed to be wrapped around his sense of control, and merged into every cell in his body. It was absolutely intoxicating. When he managed to lift his eyes to her, he vaguely registered the spark in them. Her gaze was heavy-lidded and it sent a shiver of pleasure straight down his spine.
"I'm so sorry I've somehow made you feel that way," Tracey said, her voice low and husky. Severus barely registered the feel of her hands ghosting over his chest; one hand heading for his shoulder, the other trailing south. Vaguely he was aware that his dick was completely erect under his clothes. "Please, will you allow me to make it up to you, sir?"
"How do you propose to do that?"
Tracey smiled in response. Swiftly she maneuvered herself so that she was seated. She then grabbed one of his hands and placed it high on her thigh, underneath her skirt as she leaned back on the table so that she was resting on her elbows. "Sure you must have something in mind," she replied.
Severus felt his breathing become shallower as he saw the gorgeous girl offering herself to him. His eyes drifted from those sparkly eyes, past her chest and flat stomach, to where his hand was situated. He could feel her soft skin underneath his fingers.
Absentmindedly he caressed the warm skin. It was softer and smoother than anything he could imagine, it was better than any dream or fantasy he'd had.
As if it had a mind of its own, his hand trailed up. His cock twitched in his pants at the realization that the girl was not wearing any underwear. His eyes immediately snapped up to look at her when he heard a sharp intake of breath. "Please Professor, touch me," she pleaded, opening her eyes and looking at him.
Slowly, Severus traces his fingers towards the girls center. He groaned before the tips of his fingers even came in contact with her, he could already feel the heat radiating from her. Not being able to contain himself, he languidly traced the girl's vulva, earning more gasps from the girl. Severus moaned when he felt the girls inner lips and felt the moisture there. The girl had to be dripping.
Not able to contain himself, Severus smoothly pressed his index finger inside her. He groaned as he felt her insides grip around his finger like a tight glove. It felt so good, Severus had to hold the edge of the table to steady himself. Now his cock was straining painfully in the confines of his pants.
Severus looked towards the girl and pulled his finger out before slowly pushing it back in. With glittering eyes, he watched the way her lips parted and a moan escaped her delicious lips. Enthralled with the expression on her face, he watched it faithfully as he pumped his finger out of her pussy and traced the outside with his thumb, pushing the clitoral hood up and searching for her clit.
When he found it, the girl writhed on the table and bought up her feet and propped them up on the table. "Miss Davis, are you always this wet?" he was in his richest, velvety tone as he looked at the new view she had presented to him.
With her legs propped up, her skirt had fallen nearly to her hips. He could now see the area he was manipulating and groaned to see that it was positively glistening with moisture. Her pussy was gushing juices. Not just that, but now he could see the rest of her cunt and found that while she did not have a full bush, she wasn't completely bare. It appeared that the girl had shaved it to a small, square patch, neatly trimmed.
"No," Tracey gasped, moving her hips in time with his hand. Severus watched with a smirk of enjoyment at the flushed and moaning girl.
Severus took the moment to crouch down, not stopping his hand, though he did pull his finger out of her. Tracey moaned in complaint, until she felt his tongue swept across her dripping cunt. In response Tracey gave a cry and came hard. Severus groaned and gave his cock a squeeze as he continued to lap up the girl's juices as he didn't know if he would ever get the opportunity again to taste her. And she did taste heavenly.
He rode the girls orgasm out, as he continued to move his thumb over her clit. When he felt her stop moving, he took the opportunity to suck his finger clean. Slowly, he got to his feet, wondering at the fact the girl could be so loud when he'd always had the impression of her being such a quiet girl.
As Severus looked down at her, he was startled when the girl suddenly sat up and grabbed him by the robes. He watched bewildered at how in one single motion she managed to rip the button of his robes as she tore them open. Severus was so surprised by this, that he didn't put up any resistance as the girl shoved him down on the ground.
"Pants. Off. NOW!" she demanded as she hopped off the table where she had sat. Severus sat stunned, staring up as the girl ripped open her own shirt before hastily doing as he was bid. He had just managed to remove his buttoned pants before the girl descended on him.
She straddled his lap and rose up on her knees enough to pull his cock through the top of his boxers. Severus gasped at the contact, but wasn't prepared for what came next. In one fluid motion, the girl sheathed his cock with her wet center.
Simultaneously they moaned. "Merlin, Professor, I had no idea your cock was so perfect," she commented in his ear before nipping on his lobe. Severus groaned in response. He was having a hard time thinking of anything intelligible and found it hard to focus on anything but the warm, moisture wrapped tightly around him.
"So tight," he muttered through gritted teeth as he tried to concentrate on not coming so soon. He was having a difficult time of it as the girl was rocking ferociously in his lap. He had to grip her hips tightly, desperately hanging onto something; sure that he was probably leaving bruises on her hips.
It didn't help any that the girl was licking his ear, or that one of her hand was clinging onto his hair. Severus wasn't sure what it was, perhaps the fact that no one but him that touched it, but the feelings of someone's fingers in his hair was extremely arousing to him. Not just that, but even feeling fingers on his scalp.
"Lay down," Tracey suddenly moaned, releasing his hair and pushing him down.
Severus looked up and watched as Tracey released her hair from the bun it was in today. He watched as her hair tumbled down around her, and bounced before settling. In the darkness of the dungeons, all her dark-russet hair looked black.
He watched memorized as Tracey then pressed her hand on his chest and started riding his cock in earnest. Severus felt as though he could barely breathe as he watched the beautiful girl bounding in his lap with her perky breasts bouncing with her and tried to think of anything that would keep his orgasm at bay a little longer.
"Come for me," Tracey demanded suddenly as she tossed her head back. That broke the damn and with a couple harsh thrusts, Severus came hard, practically on command.
"Fuuuuuuuck," Severus grunted as he came, feeling the way Tracey's walls clenched tighter around him. For her part, Tracey kept moving her hips, though now more slowly as she rode out their orgasm.
"I think... that's... the longest... orgasm... I've had," Severus stated between pants, a few seconds later, as he desperately tried to catch his breath.
"Mmmmm, I'm glad you enjoyed it," Tracey exhaled as she hovered over him, moving her hair to one side. When she got a clear view of his face, she smiled. "We must do this again," she said, before placing a kiss on his cheek.
Before Severus could come to grips with the fact that this sexy minx of a girl wanted him again, her weight over him was gone, and she had disengaged herself from his now spent member. Belatedly, he sat up and rested on wobbly arms as he watched the girl straighten herself out and grab her back. "Soon?" she smiled, before turning and flicker her wand at the door.
Severus barely had time to cover himself with his ruined robes when the girl slipped through the door. Sighing, Severus got to his jelly legs and grabbed his own wand to cleanse himself and straighten and repair his robes.
Now that the girl was gone and he could think again, he wondered what the fuck had just happened. He'd just had a marvelous, but completely illicit romp with one of his own students for fucks sake! How had he allowed that to happen? And he couldn't exactly blame it on the girl dominating on the whole encounter. And the fact that she had the body of a woman was certainly not an excuse.
Groaning, Severus ran his hands over his face. He was now splendidly, and well fucked, not just literally.
TBC...
A/n: Hope that was enjoyable. Please tell me your thoughts as I'm never sure about the quality of my smut.
