AN: And from here on out it's gonna get explicitly dirty. If you don't like that sort of story I advise you not to read it.
Not sure he had heard her right he gave her a confused look. But he had heard her right, there was no doubt about it. She wanted to fuck him. He pressed his thigh down as he felt a jolt in his already hard member when his brain fully processed what she had said.
"You want to fuck me. I thought you loathed my very existence," he replied, desperately trying to keep his voice calm and not reveal his true desires.
"I do, I really do loathe you.." she said, "But somehow that makes me want to fuck you even more. Don't think I haven't noticed how your eyes always linger on me, I know you want to fuck me too."
Her every word caused his insides to stir, the way she punctuated the word 'fuck' turned him on so much he was ready to burst. He wished he had a stronger urge to fight back, to say something witty or arrogant, keep her at bay. But he found himself lost. She was right, he did want to fuck her. He had wanted to for so long. He gasped as she suddenly dropped to her knees and pushed his leg down, holding both of his thighs firmly. His erection was now painfully visible through his clothing and she smirked.
"Looks like I was right," she whispered, slowly stroking his thighs up and down, but careful not to touch him where he craved her attention the most. A sudden sense of self-awareness made him grab both her wrists to stop her from continuing what she was doing. She gave him an amused look, as if she already knew he was too turned on and weak to stop her from having her way with him.
"We hate each other," he said, still clutching her wrists tightly. For a moment he thought she would reply, but she didn't. She just gave him a wicked smile as she bent her head down, opened her mouth and closed it around his erection.
He really should have pushed her away then, gotten her up on her feet and sent her home. But he didn't. Her reminiscing down there made him lose whatever sense of control he had left. He heard himself grunt loudly and felt her wrists slip out of his grasp. With her hands free she made quick work of his trousers, not losing a second in freeing him of his tight confinement. Instead of telling her no, getting up and walking away Snape found himself leaning backwards, and thus helping her take his trousers off. What am I doing he thought to himself when he saw the content smirk on her face as she realised he was submitting to her wishes. And his wishes, too. But he still hadn't said that to her out loud. He thought it must be pretty obvious though, that she wasn't the only one who had had this in mind.
She stroked his thighs, firmly running her hands up and down and each time she came up venturing closer to his manhood. He was so busy observing her hands that he didn't realise she was staring at him until he met her gaze by chance. Her eyes locked on his instantly and he found himself swallowing hard at the look of the expression on her face. Lioness, prey. Still holding her gaze he felt her reaching for his underpants, slowly starting to inch them down.
"Last chance to tell me this isn't what you really want," she whispered, making it clear that had been her question all along. This time it was his turn not to answer one of her questions, instead he simply aided her quest once more by leaning backwards slightly, still holding her gaze.
He tried his best to not feel like she was the one devouring him, like this was on equal terms, but with her fully dressed and his manhood exposed to the room he still felt a sense of unease. The unease was however mixed with a fair amount of arousal, knowing that he was at her mercy. It was the essence of their whole relationship; hatred, fear, lust, arousal. At least from his side. He didn't for one second think she feared him, because she feared nothing. Not even death.
He heard himself let out a guttural sound as she dug her nails into his thighs and closed her mouth around the tip of his cock, slowly working her way down his shaft. Pain mixed with pleasure, he had always had a feeling that was her routine. Pleasure won over pain as she started working his shaft faster with her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip each time she came up. Her mouth felt heavenly, she worked him with a skill he had suspected she had but had not imagined the whole range of. In an attempt to fasten her pace and gain some control over the situation he placed his hands on the back of her head; but they hardly touched her hair before she grabbed them and pinned them down next to his thighs. She released his cock from her mouth with a 'plop' and turned her head up to face him. I must look foolish, he thought - red in the face from arousal and surprise. He tried to think of something to say but his mind couldn't form any coherent sentences. She looked at him with amusement and smirked as she leaned down and slowly started licking the shaft of his cock, base to tip. As much as he tried to conceal the effect she had on him he couldn't prevent himself from moaning when she took him in her mouth once more and started sucking him off, still pinning his hands down, still holding his gaze. Maybe I like this, he thought to himself, being so out of control. He never would have thought he did, he was usually most particular about allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of others.
Then another thought suddenly hit him, and it was how much he would like to do this exact same thing to her. Take control of the person that scared him, of the woman that couldn't be tamed. He didn't know if she would let him, if she would enjoy it. But he realised he had to at least try. He was almost ready to burst and didn't want her to finish him off in this way. He wanted to fuck her, to feel her, before he was done. Although she had effectively pinned his hands down he knew she was no match for him, not really. His arousal and surprise had just temporarily given her the physical upper hand.
He swiftly changed the power dynamic by freeing his hands, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her up from her kneeling position. She had no time to argue or fight him as he pushed her down in the other armchair, spreading her legs and inching himself in between them, preventing her from being able to get up again. She chuckled with amusement at his actions but her chuckle quickly turned into a hissing moan as his hands travelled under her long skirts and found her underwear, dragging it down in one swift motion. Just like he had done she aided him in freeing her of her underthings, biting down on her bottom lip as he threw them over his shoulder and spread her legs open once more. Her skirts pooled around her waist as he grabbed her legs and flung them over either side of the armchair, her feet dangling freely in the air. His hands travelled from her calves, to her knees, to her thighs. He held his hands firmly there, preventing her from moving around. There was still a bit of fabric covering her down there and she wasted no time in grabbing the hem of the skirt and slowly dragging it backwards, exposing herself to him.
His grip on her thighs tightened at the sight of her. She was already so wet. As he took in the sight of her she traced one finger across her wet opening, sighing in pleasure as she did it, and extended her hand towards his face, offering him her finger. He accepted it without hesitation, taking it in his mouth, sucking on it and groaning at the taste of her. She licked her lips and squirmed in the chair, bucking her hips up towards him. He interpreted it as impatience, as her need for always having things her way whenever she wanted. He gave her a coy smile as he released her finger from his mouth. He had no intention of giving her what she wanted, not yet. She's been teasing me for years, he thought, I won't miss the opportunity to tease her now. Leaning forward his lips and tongue found the sensitive skin on her inner thighs, licking and nibbling his way downwards. He heard her catch her breath and hold it before a moan escaped her, much louder than he had anticipated. He repeated the process on her other thigh before slowly licking and kissing the skin around her centre, still not giving her any attention in the area where he knew she wanted it the most. Her moaning turned into impatient grunting sounds as she tried to move underneath him and guide his movements towards her wet folds. When she didn't succeed her felt her hands land on his head, forcefully jerking it, but he was already prepared for her onslaught and quickly trapped her hands against her thighs, now effectively holding both her arms and legs in place. She let out a squeak when she realised she was trapped and he couldn't resist looking up and meeting her gaze. Unlike him, she was actually trapped by his hands and unable to break loose. He felt his manhood jerk at the sight of her face, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shooting daggers at him.
"Severus," she hissed, "what do you think you're—"
Her words turned into a moan as he let his tongue travel the full length of her slit, pressing down firmly on her clit. She squirmed as his tongue lost contact with her body and left her exposed again.
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" he replied, taking great pleasure in seeing her this way. He didn't wait for her to reply before resuming his teasing; licking the inside of her thigh lazily, sometimes moving towards her centre but always steering in another direction just before reaching there. He felt her thighs flexing towards his hands, her hands trying to pull away. He couldn't tell if she was actually trying to free herself or just lost in the pleasure.
"Severus," she hissed again, clearly annoyed that he was teasing her. He chuckled at her strained voice, determined to make her beg for it if she would let him. Wanting to give her a little taste of what she could be having he allowed the tip of his tongue to slowly circle her clit, loving how she moaned at his touch. She was much more vocal than him, clearly feeling no shame in announcing her pleasure, even to him. Just as he felt her relax a bit in his touch, her moans growing louder, he pulled away. The sound she made at the loss of contact was something between a whimper and a growl. She tried to free herself from his grip but he held her down.
"Not so quickly, Bella," he smirked, "I think you of all people might need a little lesson in patience and asking nicely."
She let out what sounded like a mixture between a laugh and a moan as he finished his sentence by giving her a firm lick on her clit.
"You think that do you.." she hissed, letting out another moan as he licked her once again. "You should know, Severus," she continued, punctuating every syllable of his name, "that I usually don't ask at all, let alone nicely".
He smirked, not at all surprised by her response, before setting up a slow rhythm of gently letting his tongue travel all the way up her slit, pushing down on her clit, removing his tongue for a few seconds before doing it all over again. He made sure to not lick her hard enough to build up towards a climax, but hard enough to make her squirm under his tongue.
"You see, Bella," he started, building his sentence in the moments his tongue ceased contact with her body, "I assure you.. I can keep this going.. for quite a while yet, and I have no intention.. of giving you what you want.. before you ask me.. Nicely."
He gave her clit a rough nudge with his tongue, eliciting a loud moan from her lips, her hips twitching in his firm grip. He looked up at her and found her head heaved back towards the neck of the armchair, her chest rising and falling quickly. She raised her head and their eyes met; hers full of lust and underneath it what looked like anger. She met his gaze steadily and he returned it; keeping his eyes locked on hers he lowered his head once more. Instead of continuing his administrations on her now drenched centre he instead planted featherlike kisses around it and her eyes narrowed as she realised he was intent on not giving up that easily. They kept their eyes locked, as if it was crucial to not look away first, and he seemed to notice a small smile building on the corner of her lips. All too late he realised that in their fierce staring competition his grip on her arms had somewhat loosened; he felt her roughly break free the same second a slap was planted across his face and he felt himself being pushed backwards, the front of his robes being ripped open in the process.
