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Beta: My own little Dot aka Dorothy!
Authors Note: This will be a ficlet in three parts. Oh, and naughty backdoor stuff and very soft BDSM will also be found in this tale… Don't tell me I didn't warn you!
Chapter 2
He stood to remove his clothing and I lay still, watching. I had no choice, as my hands were tied securely above my head. I was awestruck by the beauty of the wizard standing beside the bed, I know some would call me deluded, but to me he was beautiful. He was tall and lean with pale skin and a powerful aura of strong magic that overpowered everything and anything surrounding him. His whole body, the long taut muscles and scarred skin, told me that this was the body of a hardened warrior wizard. His hair was a stream of black ink. His face was planes of hard angles and shadows, etched with lines of sorrow and pain. Despite its deceiving harshness, this was the face of someone who had fought and suffered so the good may prevail in this world. His eyes were black but not a human shade. No, it was a colour borrowed from a stormy night sky. As he turned his head, his eyes seemed to turn into liquid silver when reflected in the candle light. To me he was perfection... yet, to others he was just a greasy git.
I allowed my eyes to roam his body, taking in each little detail, tracing the edges of the hardened muscles across his back and chest… his long sleek legs… the firm buttocks… "I bet they are hard as steel." I thought, and again he must have read my mind because he winked at me and said, "That is why I have tied your hands. So they do not get caught and accidentally crushed between my cheeks." I could not keep myself from laughing at his joke, and somehow the knowledge that he enjoyed joking and teasing me made him seem less intimidating and more human. Well, human was maybe an exaggeration, but I am sure you know what I mean.
When he had rid himself of all of his clothing, he went over to a low table, opened a drawer and picked up something that glimmered like silver. I could not quite see what it was except that is was long and thin and made out of metal, he also concealed it behind his back as he turned around to face me so that I would not be able to see what it was. In any case, he should not have worried about me staring at what was in his hand, because all my focus was drawn to the beautiful girth and length of his now fully erect member. At the sight of it, I am afraid I might have succumbed to undignified staring accompanied by an open mouth and heavy panting. Okay, okay... there may have been some drooling involved as well.
He tossed himself upon the bed and stretched out alongside my body. He leaned forward and gave me a deep, deep kiss that made my head spin, but this time not from lack of oxygen. He just was a darn good kisser with a very talented tongue. Of course, I already knew he had one, but this was a tongue-lashing that stirred other things than my anger to rouse. I could not help myself from thinking that there was a few other places I wanted his mouth and tongue planted against. "Patience, not just yet", he murmured as a reply to my unspoken wishes. "I plan to use some completely different techniques to make you come for me tonight... Just trust me!" He added with a purr.
After he had thoroughly kissed, licked and nibbled my face, lips, jaw and neck for quite some time, he shifted his weight again and rose to sit back on his heels. He held his right hand behind his back, still concealing whatever it was he had retrieved from the table. He placed his left hand over my eyes, and explained in a low voice, "Now, since you did not like to be blindfolded, you must promise me to keep your eyes closed until I say that you may open them." My mind started to race again. I wondered what he was up to, and what it was he held in his hand. "Do you promise?" he sternly demanded. At the steel in his voice, I felt the fear return but this time a large portion of primitive lust accompanied it! I wrote the lust off to the spell he had placed on me but regardless, I pushed the fear away and allowed myself to be consumed by the more pleasant sensations that invaded my body, be they spell-induced or not... hunger... yearning... anticipation... "Yes, I promise!" I think I nodded as well, because I heard him chuckle, apparently content with my eager compliance.
I felt something cold running down my left arm. It was a peculiar feeling, and since I was wearing a long-sleeved blouse, I could not quite imagine what it was that could cause such a sensation. Then the same thing happened to my other arm. Now I was truly puzzled, and I so badly wanted to open my eyes and look. "Keep your eyes closed," he warned. The bed shifted, and shortly after the same cold edge ran down one of my legs. It tickled, and I must have squirmed, because he immediately stopped whatever it was he was doing and in a very firm voice ordered me to lie absolutely still. His voice softened a bit and he explained, "You must promise to lay still, Hermione. I could so easily nick your precious skin by accident if you toss around like that."
"Nick" I asked. "What do you mean by nick?" I was truly confused. "This blade is extremely sharp," he explained calmly in his best teaching voice. "If you do not lie absolutely still, I may cut your skin." The realisation of what he was doing slowly came to me. I slung my eyes open, "A knife!" I gasped. "Are you trying to tell me that you are shredding... destroying my clothes?"
Now you must remember that I have had a terrible week, and I had not been in my best mood when I arrived at Hogwarts in the first place! Now it all caught up with me, and I became furious when I saw the way Snape had cut my blouse and jeans. I saw the blade in his hand, it was very thin, very beautiful and it looked indeed very sharp. I understood why I had not heard any ripping sound when he cut my blouse and jeans open. The blade looked sharp enough to have melted through my clothes like a warm knife through butter. I started to thrash against the bindings of my wrists, determined to get free. I wanted to... to... hit something! I wanted to hit HIM for destroying my clothes, for scaring me, for being such a bully, for rejecting me... Well, you could say I lost it!
I was literally boiling inside, but it was not just from anger. I hyperventilated and screamed at Snape to set me free, to stop playing games. So many feelings rushed through me, and I was starting to panic. I was tired, I was angry and I was afraid, not a good combination for remaining aroused and lying still as he had told me to. He tried to calm me as he leaned over and started to shower my face with kisses while murmuring soothing words in that silky voice of his. That made me really pissed, so I bit him!
I bit hard into his right shoulder, and was rewarded with a metallic, salty taste. I realised that I had drawn blood and froze. "Oh Merlin, what have I done now?" I guessed that Professor Snape was not the kind of wizard you bit without some kind of repercussion, and I was right in my assumption. Without rolling off me, he somehow managed to flip me over on my tummy and straddle my thighs. I shivered as I felt the cold of the blade run over my buttocks and I realised that he was cutting me out of my pants. Then his hand slid under the remainder of the waistband, and in one move, he just ripped the jeans off me along with my knickers.
"Stop it! What are you doing you stupid git? Oh!" I yelped, more in surprise than in pain. He had slapped my buttocks and a stinging sensation spread out over the skin. "That is for biting me", he growled in a dangerously low voice. He delivered a second blow, "And this is to remind you to never do that again", he added in a slightly softer voice. "Ouch... You're hurting me, please stop!" He was strong, and now my buttocks started to burn. I felt his hands move over the burning skin, softly caressing and cooling the burning sensation. He leaned down against my back, and I could feel his rigidness pressing against me... and he was growing even harder. "He is getting aroused by this." I established. "This cannot be good for me." He bit into my right ear lobe, flicked his tongue out and then whispered, "Do not worry your bushy little head, I think that you are about to find out that a little bit of pain can be quite pleasant and arousing." I shivered at his words, unsure if I should feel terrified or thrilled.
TBC...
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