With patience and faint cruelty, he brought her effortlessly to the brink of passion, time after time after time, stopping to relish her whimpers and pleas for respite before lifting her again. Dropping from the foot of the bed, he bent to retrieve one of the scarves she'd used to secure his ankles. Moving agilely up to straddle her waist, he lazily informed her, "Time for a new game, my pet," before using the scarf as a blindfold, and tying it securely behind her head. Untying her hands, he rolled her over onto her stomach and crossed and secured them behind her back with the scarf. Crawling backwards, he tugged her by the ankles until her toes barely touched the floor and lifting her slightly, slid a pillow beneath her belly. Blinded, bound, and bent over the foot of the bed, she fought to control her erratic breathing and unreasonable fear. She'd never felt more vulnerable in her life.
Leaning over to place his lips next to her ears, he spoke softly, in low, mesmerizing tones. "Cut off one of the five senses and the others increase in intensity. Hearing, smell, taste, touch – or in your case – feeeeeeeeeeeel." Rolling the last word out, he laughed softly and backed away from her.
He quietly walked over and picked up one of his slippers and carried it to the foot of the bed. Reaching down, he felt for her thighs, and slapping them apart, curtly informed her, "Keep them spread!"
Shutting his eyes, he trailed his hand down and pressed his thumb just inside of her, hooking his forefinger around the hood of her most sensitive spot, and began moving his hand in a circular motion, effectively massaging her simultaneously inside and out. Hearing her moaning rise in both tone and volume, he removed his hand to place it at the end of her tail bone, and raised his slipper high, bringing it down with a tremendous sounding thwack! At her quick intake of breath, he swung again. At her low moan, he smacked her three more times, waiting for a cry of distress. Puzzled, he lifted and slapped the slipper against his own palm and rolled his eyes. More sound than substance, it hardly stung.
Tossing it over his shoulder, he aimed his intense glance around the room, stopping at the bookshelf over his fireplace. Walking over, he quickly selected a narrow but heavy volume and smacked his own thigh with it. Startling himself, he smiled slowly and walked over to the bed. Reaching down to tease her a bit more, he took her swiftly to the edge before stopping and stepping back.
"This is for tying me up." And smacked her soundly with the volume, enormously pleased with her cry of surprise.
"This is for abandoning me – tied up." Another heavy smack.
"This is for playing around with something you obviously possess little knowledge of." Smack!
"This is for sneaking into my rooms to begin with." Smack!
Letting the volume slide to the ground, he entered her swiftly from behind, and whispered hoarsely, "And this is for getting me so bloody horny I thought my balls would explode."
Thrusting furiously, he gripped her hips and proceeded to send them both to shattering ecstasy.
Collapsing on her, they both worked at catching shaky breaths. Rising, he grabbed his wand and mumbled a cleansing spell, before moving to unbind her hands.
The moment her hands were free, she jerked off the blindfold, and snaked her hand out to slap him sharply on the side of his face.
"You said you wouldn't lay a hand on me! You lied!" she angrily backhanded the other side of his face, before having both wrists gripped painfully by him.
Eyes lit, he asked her softly, "Did you feel my hand on you?"
"That's a technicality, you sneaky bastard!" she retorted, tugging fiercely at her hands.
"Who's been sneaky, my iridescent pet?" He spoke dangerously low. And moving subtley, tripped her back onto the bed. Kicking out with her feet, she caught his shin, before he tossed one leg over to contain her brief hissy fit. Moving his forehead to press against hers, he practically purred, "Would you care to feel my hand on you, now?"
Chest heaving, she answered sullenly, "No."
Leaning his head back, he scowled, with uncanny accuracy, into her eyes.
"Didn't I warn you about slapping me?" The soft, sensual tone did not match the look in his eyes.
Glaring, pointlessly, she snapped, "I'll do it again when you free my hands."
Maddened that the evening hadn't gone exactly as she'd planned, she was infuriated when he once again had the upper hand.
"And here I thought the lessons were over for the night." Pausing, he felt her shudder. "Obviously, you need one more."
Pressing her body flat against his, he rolled over onto his back and lightly slapped her bottom, softly demanding, "Turn around."
Confused by the request, she froze.
"Now!" He snapped, pushing and guiding her body with firm hands. Finding herself laying on top of him, "on the wrong ends of each other" (as her mother has once said in an attempt to describe a scene from a movie), she felt herself flush.
Instantly, his mouth was on her in a spot tender to the point of soreness.
"Nooooo! I can't. Not yet. Not now. Oooooooh …. Stop… stop that."
Strong hands reached up to grip and forcefully squeeze her bottom, as he continued torturing her with a teasing tongue. "Make yourself useful down there," he demanded, increasing the pressure of his fingers almost to the point of pain.
Grasping him, she tried to focus, but felt her eyes and mind blurring with the overwhelmingly sweet sensation his mouth brought and the dull ache from his strong grip on her rear end. Lifting his head, briefly, he asked, "Problem?" before tightening his fingers even more and flicking his tongue once again on her.
"Ohhhhhh! I can't think. I can't feel and do this at the same time! And, oooooooooooooh! Let go of me. You're hurting me!"
Squeezing his fingers painfully, he said he velvet tones, "Certainly. When you've pleased me, I'll let go." Reaching up to nip her lightly with his teeth, he added, "You should start. Soon."
On a half moan, half cry, she put her lips on him and tried to focus on pleasing him. Bit by bit she felt his hands loosen and begin to caress her throbbing skin. Feeling herself reaching the edge once more, she jerked with a sharp shock when her orgasm rip through her and she managed to keep from biting him.
Feeling her shuddering release, Severus kept his mouth on her, relentlessly bringing her to a second peak. Feeling like a drowning man swimming up for air, she kept up her attack on him, focused on driving him as mad as he was driving her. Moments later she heard him groan, deeply and explode in her mouth just as her body reached its fifth and most intense orgasm.
Rolling over to lie prone, she gasped for air and listened to his harsh breathing in amazement.
Feeling completely used, and nearly abused, she let out a ragged sigh.
"I won't slap you again."
Smiling, he reached down and pulled her up to collapse beside him, "Good." He said softly and started to drift off.
"Tonight." She added, before falling soundly asleep.
Eyes snapping open, he stifled a bark of shocked laughter, and thoughtfully, with only her on his mind, fell asleep.