A/N: This last two chapters were centered on Minerva, her thoughts and feelings. I hope you've enjoyed them ^_^ The next part will be about Severus and the beggining of Summer Holidays.
ENJOY ^_^
MY MASTER
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Back to the castle
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By Saeshmea
The sun is a thin line of red light when Severus decides it's time to leave. I've lost the count of how many times he's taken me to the edge of orgasm and left me unsatisfied; and I can't wait to finally be given the orgasm he promised me.
"Put your clothes on," he says and I get dressed while he puts back into the picnic basket the empty pots and the dirty dishes, the blankets and the blindfold, my collar and the leash, the rope he used to tie me up to the oak tree, the flogger he tortured my breasts and my throbbing pussy with, and the other toys he's used to tease me during the day.
When he's done, he makes the basket small enough to keep it into his pocket and takes my hand to lead me through the forest. We go into the castle through one of the secret passages so nobody see us coming in together, and even though I wonder how he learned about it, I don't ask.
It's dinner time, everybody is (or should be) in the Great Hall right now, so the halls should be empty. When we get to the floor of my bedroom, though, we suddenly hear steps coming and Severus pulls me into an adjacent corridor, probably thinking (like I am) that if anyone see us right now they could easily guess what we've been doing for the entire day.
I'm trapped between him and the wall, facing the stone, his left hand gagging me as if I was going to yell for help, his right hand rubbing my ass through the fabric of my skirt.
When the group of three girls are gone and he doesn't move, I know he's thinking of something.
"Bent down," he whispers in my ear and I want to complain, to put sense on him and tell what a bad idea this is… What if anyone sees us? But I don't, because if I upset him now, if I disappoint him, he's not going to give me what I've been craving for since this morning.
I bent down, forming a ninety degree angle with my body, my hands on the wall to support me as he rolls up my skirt very slowly.
"We don't want people to hear, so you're going to be very quiet and count my strokes in silent, understood?"
"Yes, Sir," I reply, and before I am ready, his opened palm noisily slaps the left cheek of my ass and I swallow a cry at the unexpected intrusion. Three strokes in a row follow that one on my other cheek, this time with his hand closed.
"What is he doing?" the voice of a woman suddenly asks and I panic.
I try to stand, but Severus hand quickly forces me to stay in position and hits me again; I look at one side and the other, but can't see anyone.
"He's giving her a good spanking," says another voice, this time male, and I suddenly realize they are coming from the paintings hanging on the wall.
"We should call someone, ask for help," she says, just when I feel another row of strokes and a moan skips my lips.
"Don't you see she's enjoying it, Emily," the male voice says.
"Enjoying it?!" the lady exclaims in a surprised tone and I can hear the man laughing.
"Of course. Come on, boy, give that Scottish ass what it deserves!" he adds, this time talking to Severus, who gives me two more strokes and stops.
"Well, how many was that?" he asks, grasping my hair and forcing me to stand up. Oh shit, I didn't count; I was distracted by the damn paintings' conversation… I can't tell Severus I wasn't paying attention to him. How many were those, ten? Thirteen?
"Fifteen, Sir," I say, knowing that's not true.
"Oh, oh…" says the knight on the painting hanging right in front of my nose, laughing at my fault when it's because of him that I lost track of the strokes.
"Wrong," says Severus, "they were twelve," he points out, "I know of a good punishment for you," he adds, and I know exactly what's going through his mind… he's not going to let me come today, I knew this would end happening, "but maybe your audience have some suggestion."
I frown, but I can tell he's serious because he's holding me still so I am forced to look at the painting of the knight.
"In my old days," he says, "we would flash red the bottoms of a slut like her and fuck her ass afterwards."
"Gulliver McGraw, keep your mouth shut and let the poor woman be," snaps the painting of the lady hanging at the knight's left.
"Maybe I should jump into your painting and give you a good old fashion spanking," he threatens, and without saying single a word more, the woman disappears under the frame of her painting. "I better go talk to her," the knight says, "have fun lovebirds," and with that he also disappears.
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"What about anal sex?" Severus asked me while we were going through my hard and soft limits the day we made our agreement.
"Anal -" I muttered, "I don't, I-," I was surprised of how nervous that suggestion made me after talking about piercings, needles and wax games, but I guess that was because I was certain all those would be hard limits, while anal sex was something I hadn't tried, but knew people (normal couples) do it and while it seemed painful, it couldn't be that bad... right?
"Don't worry," he said, probably about to say I didn't need to feel forced to accept or something like that, but because he said anything further, I wrote 'anal sex' under the soft limits column, where he told me to put those things I wouldn't mind trying.
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I remember fearing he might make me do it during our first encounters, but when it finally happened, some weeks after our agreement, I was anything but scared.
"I'm going to fuck your ass today," he whispered in my ear at breakfast time after approaching me at the professors' table.
"What's up with him?" Rolanda asked me after Severus walked away.
"Oh, something about..." I muttered, trying to think of something to say, glad that she hadn't heard, "nothing," I finally said, unable to come up with anything.
I had a class at nine o'clock so, althought I would have liked questioning him, I left the Great Hall first.
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"Stay still," his voice said all of a sudden, pushing me into my empty classroom. I hadn't heard a single noise behind me, had he been following me?
"Sev-ah!" I groaned when he suddenly forced me to bend over my desk, and I didn't dare speaking again.
I panicked. Would he actually fuck my ass here, minutes before my class started? I could feel my heart beating faster, my lungs finding it more difficult to breath, my hole body shaking...
"Relax," he said, and he tenderly grabbed my knickers and pulled them down. How was I supposed to relax? But then, I felt his fingers around my under lips, going up and down, making me forget about what we were going to do and helping me relax and get wet.
Suddenly, his fingers went further down, reaching my tight ass and slowly sliding into it. I moaned, because, unexpectadely, it was, somehow, pleasureable.
His finger went out fast, but he quickly replaced it by some lubricated toy, two finger thick, and then pulled my knickers up, leaving it inside.
After helping me up and pull my skirt back down, he made me lick his hand clean.
"You will meet me in the dungeon toilets before lunch time to replace it," he said, and with no further explanation, he left.
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After a little more than three hours walking, sitting, teaching with that thing inside of me, I made my way down the halls and waited for Severus in the forgotten restrooms thinking that, if it wasn't because I knew I was wearing it, I would barely notice. In fact, I was even excited to learn how his cock would feel, but that didn't happened in the toilets either. Actually, what he meant by 'replace' was that he would take the little toy out, and put a bigger one in.
This one I did notice while I walked to the Great Hall, while I sat on the professor's table, and while I taught my only class of the afternoon; but it didn't hurt, it didn't please me either, it just was there, reminding me of the assault I was living at every movement I made, until I bent down in Severus' rooms later that day, and he very - really very - slowly removed it, showing me a new kind of pleasure.
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I was ready now, ready for his cock to fuck my ass, ready to give him the very last part of my body that had remained untouched by him until that moment; but he thought differently.
He made me lay on the bed, naked, my legs hanging at the edge, my arms at each side of my body, while he knelt down on the floor and began to lick me tenderly. Soon, I was grasping the sheets, moaning, panting, then he stopped, right when I was at the edge of orgasm; and he turned me around abruptly, my belly against the very edge of the matress, my knees feeling the cold stone of the floor.
He rubbed his penis against my skin, letting me know it was time now, and I was ready, mentally, I was; but my body, it didn't seem to relax. He kept rubbing himself against me, lubricating himself with my own juices, his erection growing, teasing me, and then... I felt it, the tip of his cock making its way inside of me, very slowly, following the path he'd been getting ready during the entire day. I relaxed. It didn't hurt, it didn't even feel bad. The strokes were increasing my arousal, pulling me closer to the orgasm he hadn't given me yet, and then, his arm went around my waist, his fingers reaching for my clitoris, rubbing it slowly.
I moaned, cried, groaned and, suddenly, I came and he came, filling my bowels with his warm sperm.
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"On your four," Severus orders as soon as we enter my rooms and I obey, knowing what's going to happen.
Since that day, Severus has teased my ass several times, like in his house when I played to be his pet, but he hasn't put his cock in me again and I am sure Sir. McGraw's purposition has awaken the desire on him.
"Fifteen strokes," he says, and I hear a zipper going down, "that's what you're going to get for not paying attention to me," he adds, and I see from the corner of my eyes, his trousers falling to the ground, "you will count them outloud and thank me for each one of them," he instructs, "if you fail, we'll add fifteen more," he threatens, "and when your ass is finally flashing red, I'm going to fuck it."
I haven't even got myself ready to receive the first stroke when his hand slaps my already red skin.
"One," I count, not wishing to add a single stroke more to my punishment, "thank you, Sir."
He doesn't make any comment on my good behaviour, he just gives me my next slap, and then another, and another, and soon I realize I am actually counting down to get fucked in the ass.
Thirteen, forteen, fifteen...
"Thank you Sir," I say, for the last time, and without previous notice, without teasing me before, without doing it slowly, he separates the bruised cheeks of my ass and impales me, forcefully, painfully... but I am so aroused, craving so much to orgasm at last, that I welcome him inside me, and invite him to thrust faster, trying to make myself come with the contact. It's useless.
He pulls himself out from me without coming. I don't understand. What else is he planning? Is he going to fuck me now? Really fuck me? Oh please, tell me that's what he's going to do.
"Stand up and pull your skirt down," he says, and he looks to the clock, "you still have five minutes before the students begin to come up to the tower," he points out, and I am more confused, "you will go back to the corridor we hided in," he instructs, "and you will show to the painting of Sir. McGraw your beautiful red ass and the nice round form of your hole before it comes down to normal," he can't be serious, I think, "you will thank him for his idea and wish him goodnight," he says, and as if he knew I was going to complain, he adds, "you will be allowed to come when you come back."
With that last promise giving me the strenght I need, I leave my rooms and walk down the empty hall.
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"Welcome back, Professor," says Sir McGraw when I reach his paint.
"Sweet thing, you really don't have to put up with this for a man," says Emily, the lady of the neighbour painting, and I ignore her.
"Sir, I'm here to thank you for giving that idea to my Master and show you the results of it," I explain, and I turn around and bend over as I pull my skirt up so the knight has a fair look to me.
"Good Merlin!" the woman exclaims.
"It's a piece of art," Sir McGraw observes, "better than the one your painter maid, my dear," he snaps, and Emily disappears one more time under her frame.
"Uh, I should go talk to her," he mutters, "good night, professor, thank you for the visit."
"Good night," I say before making my way back to the room, knowing my torturous day will be over very soon.
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Severus is waiting for me, behind the armchair, which he has moved to the middle of the room.
"Sit down," he says, "come on," he insists when he notices I hesitate. I'm confused. Shouldn't we be fucking in the bed by now?
I sit down, again, not willing to upset him, and he ties me up, using magical bonds; my hands to the arms of the chair, my knees separated, my shoulders pinned to the back of the seat... When he's done I can barely move my body. Then, he makes my clothes vanish, kneels on the ground, his face between my legs and his hands on my thighs for his comfort. Thank, Merlin, finally!
I feel a soft draft of air caressing my clitoris when he suddenly blows on it and I moan.
"Please," I beg, craving for his touch, but he keeps just blowing intermittently on me until my arousal awakes and increases, "please," I insist, and his tongue finally touches my underlips, licks them as if trying to clean my juices and then draws circles around my clitoris, very slowly, too slowly to make me reach my orgasm. My breathing increases, I'm panitng, struggling, but I can't barely move and this makes me feel more powerless, "Please," I cry, tears on the corner of my eyes. I feel his lips around my clitoris and he sucks, and then keeps licking, increasing the pacing now, "Oh, please," I moan, and groan, and yell, and... I feel that explosion of pure pleasure as if it was a fireworks show.
"Are you alright?" Severus asks as he frees me from my bonds in one move of wand.
"Oh, yes," I mutter, still feeling my orgasm going.
"You did very well," he says as he takes me on his arms, "made me very proud," he adds, and I smile, rounding his neck with my arms to hold myself.
"I'm glad," I add and I don't remember anything else until next morning, when I wake up in my bed, on his arms.
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We haven't talked about any kind of arrangement for the summer yet, and unless we do it soon, in a few days I'll be back home with William and Severus in his little London house, we won't see each other until September...
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TO BE CONTINUED...