Chapter 16
Stretched out by revenge
My feet take me up and high, all the way to the seventh floor, I carefully switch between the moving staircases, making sure to move forward only when they're motionless. I took a quick trip back to my dorm to change before my meeting with Snape, since the busy morning didn't leave me much chance to actually put myself together. I went for a more casual look, a lime green turtleneck sweater with my school uniform skirt is the style for today. As I reach the corridor, Barnabas the Barmy comes into vision, and I see the hem of a certain black robe, its possessor standing in front of a window, looking at the calming winter scenery, with his hands behind his back. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I think of where we're about to go, me showing Snape the very place used for the biggest sneak-outs feels like a rule-breaking itself, and a pleasant chill runs down my spine as our eyes meet. The dungeon bat turns to me with a stern expression as I reach him, and I just simply take his hand, leading him to the empty wall at the end of the hallway. Snape looks at me with a questioning gaze.
"So?" he asks curtly, raising an eyebrow. "Where's the entrance? You can't possibly expect me to percolate through the wall." the sarcasm in his voice makes me tut at him, and I respond with slight annoyance,
"The Room of Requirement opens up only when someone walks past the door area three times, thinking about what they need. Let me handle this."
Snape takes a step back, leaving enough space for me to walk and turn three times, all the while thinking about a nice, cozy love nest for us, with everything we could ever need for our little meetings. As I finish my little opening dance for the Room, the black swirls etch themselves into the surface, making the black wooden door appear in front of our eyes. I throw a quick glance at Snape, who has a quite surprised pair of eyes, but true to his style, he tries to appear unfazed. Pushing the black metal knob down, I open the door for the dungeon bat, praying the room caught my flow, and actually decorated itself the way I imagined.
"After you, professor." I gesture with my hands inside, and the potioner cautiously starts walking in, slowly, maintaining the eye contact until he passes my smirking form.
I hear the faintest gasp from him as I close the door, and when I turn around to examine my 'order', the smirk on my face turns into an all-out wide smile, the giddiness awakening the butterflies inside me. The room is perfect. As we enter, dark oak parquet runs beneath our feet, there's a huge French round bed in front of us, velvety cushion, burgundy, with jet black silk sheets and cushions; elegant, sensual. Enormous, wide arched window behind it, with the windowsill beginning just above the pillows, giving the people laying in the bed a perfect view of the starry night sky. The chance of anyone peeking in is literally zero, firstly because we're on the seventh floor, and secondly because this room is technically 'non-existent', it's protected by magic, so I could easily kneel up on the bed naked and look out the window, and I can be sure no one will see me.
Oh god, the thought of being taken by Snape under the stars is just… ah, Merlin, help me.
A longer fluffy, dark brown carpet lays in front of the bed, and I'm sure stepping on it barefoot will feel like walking on a cloud. Candle holders of various length and size are scattered around the room, in places where it's sure we won't knock them over; we have a nice hearth to the far right, with two leather armchairs in front of it, and another one of the fluffy carpets between them, just in case our feet get cold. On the far left however, we have a simple table with two chairs, and a dark wooden cabinet, with five smaller drawers next to it. Crème wallpaper on the walls with royal pattern on them, I wanted this room to be simple but fancy and cozy, so that our nights spent here would be as pampering and pleasant as possible.
Of course, we needed a bathroom too, so I tried to imagine a divided space, (not necessarily two rooms, since the Room of Requirement only offers one single room) this main bedroom area, and a bath area, separated with a wall, but having no door, so the spaces stay connected. So, if I pass the cabinet behind the table, in the corner, there's a curtain, and if I pull said curtain and turn right, I have a whole medium-sized bathroom at my service. With a large tub under the second giant window of the Room, a nice sink and toilet equipped with anything we could ever want for bathroom activities.
"Welcome to the Room of Requirement, professor." I say seductively to Snape, and watch him, as he strolls around the room, checking the decoration, taking in every detail. The bat walks over to the drawers, and a quick blush spreads across my cheeks, knowing what I imagined in them.
"So, this is how the ideal place for our little escapades looks in your mind?" he drawls with slight criticism as he pulls out the drawers one by one, but halts at number three, taking out a silky black blindfold and a nipple clip, shooting me a raised eyebrow. The first drawer has medicine, healing potions, dittany, anything that can help us if God forbid, something goes wrong. The second drawer has body lotions, lubricant, all types of creams and massage oils, if we ever feel in the mood for a nice relaxing massage after a long day, or as foreplay even. And the third drawer… well…
"What on earth are these?" he asks as he examines the object, then his eyes are back on me.
"Well, these are… sexual aids… toys, if you will, from the muggle world. I read about them and I always wanted to try how they feel." I say with a deepened blush, fidgeting with my fingers, and biting my lips from the inside.
"And where, pray tell, did you read about things like this?" Snape continues, now taking out two geisha balls stringed on a silk ribbon from the drawer, raising it up to me. His eyes are a bit scolding and the whole atmosphere between us is like when your parents find your porn collection.
"Muggle erotic novels…?" I say diffidently, trying to hide my embarrassment with a shy smile.
My professor eyes me for a few longer seconds, then turns away from the drawers, approaching me, the Ben Wa balls still in hand. When the dungeon bat reaches me, making sure to stand extra close to my body, he holds the sex toy up in my face with absolutely zero facial expression. I'm too abashed to look him in the eye, in all honesty, I planned on introducing this idea to him gradually, I didn't think he would go directly to the drawers, and find out this early that I'm interested in more kinky play. I stand with my head hanging in front of his cassock, watching his black polished shoes intently. I really don't know what his reaction will be regarding this… will he scold me, and say that I'm still too young for toys? Will he think I'm a freak, for wanting to try more spicy stuff? As the nerve-breaking seconds pass, I expect the worst from the potioner, almost holding my breath, incredibly afraid of judgment.
"How do you use these?" his curious words rip me out of my fearful state, and I swing my head up to meet his eyes in surprise. Is he not mad?...
"You… you place them inside the vagina." I struggle to explain the use of geisha balls to my professor, because no matter how bold my imagination might be, my mouth is still a shy virgin apparently.
"What's their purpose then?" he asks, not quite understanding this muggle miracle, and I want to be swallowed by the floor in this moment. Why must you pull out every word from me with pliers? I bury my eyes in my palm, and with shaky voice and shame burning my face alive, I describe to my dear teacher,
"The geisha balls are placed inside the vagina to stimulate the inner walls, people use it either during sexual intercourse, to enhance the act, or a woman can wear it just for constant teasing. This doesn't bring orgasm in itself; it's used more to build up tension and provide a pleasurable feeling. It can even be used for pelvic floor muscle strengthening."
The potion master stays still, keeping the authoritarian aura during my description, and even after I finish, an awkward silence settles around us. The fact that he doesn't show signs of disappointment or judgment finds me relieved, but suddenly, a mischievous smirk makes its way on his face.
"Take off your knickers and lay down on the bed." comes the order, and my eyes double in size as I realize his intention. Oh no. Still, the newfound heat between my thighs and my curiosity prevent me from protesting, and I slowly walk over to the bed, reaching under my skirt, sliding the beige cotton piece down my legs, and stepping out as it pools around my ankles. When I turn around to sit on the silky cover, the potioner is already behind me, inches away. I didn't even see when he moved! His sudden proximity startles me, and I stumble back onto the bed, falling on my back, the bat taking advantage of my momentary stunned state and he pries my legs apart, attacking my mouth with a fierce kiss. His bodyweight reminds me of last night, the moments of passion flooding my mind, and I wrap my legs around his black robe, pulling his waist flush to my crotch. I'm not surprised to sense his growing erection; however, he cuts our kiss short, midnight black locks embracing my face as I watch him with foggy eyes. He's able to sweep me off my feet with just one touch, and I still can't understand how he does that.
"So, my little naughty kitten wants to play with toys, hm?" he purrs onto my mouth, seduction dripping from his tone while he traces his tongue oh so slowly over my lower lip. I'm already trembling with want under him, my fingers grip the front of his cassock, trying to draw him closer to my burning body, but the professor slides down onto the fluffy carpet into a kneeling position. Warm hands keep my thighs completely open, every inch of my pussy exposed to him, and my face is on literal fire because only now I realize, this is the first time he's seeing me like this. Yesterday the darkness wrapped around us helped me handle my shyness as my teacher was pleasuring me, but now it's broad daylight! However, I'm not allowed to wallow in my abashed thoughts too long, seeing that Snape is effectively distracting me with his slick tongue being dragged over my glistening folds. I gasp in pleasure, my head falling back onto the bed.
"Hold your thighs wide open for me." he instructs, and I place my palms under my knees, keeping them in place with a small whimper.
"Good girl." the whisper lures out the goosebumps on my skin, and I'm impatiently waiting for the dark man's next move, glancing at him over my abdomen.
I feel two of his fingers teasing my clit with an up and down motion, and a colder sensation at my entrance, then the pressure of the weighted ball slipping inside me with no problem, given my extra aroused state. The balls are medium sized, still, now they feel like a fully erect cock stretching me out, especially when the second one is pushed inside by those expert fingers. He spreads my wetness from my folds onto my swollen pearl, making me moan and whimper uncontrollably, while he pushes his finger in to place the balls in the right position. When he's satisfied with his ministrations, the bat stands up, leaving me hanging and yearning for more, a slightly sadistic gleam in his eyes.
"I want you to wear these until the end of tomorrow's potion class. If memory serves right, your first period tomorrow is potions, and Madame Pomfrey told me you can return to my class starting second term." Snape says with a sly smile. "Hopefully this will keep you at bay and hinder any kind of rebellious act from your part."
"What? Do you want me to keep this inside me until tomorrow? How will I be able to focus on what you're saying?" I whine into the chilly air around us, squirming a bit under his burning gaze.
"That remains for you to figure out, dear." he chuckles "But let me inform you, tomorrow's class is theory. I hope you didn't forget how I conduct my theory classes?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.
"You explain the material and give the students a quick test in the last fifteen minutes." I choke out, because the geisha balls are constantly applying a slight pressure on my walls, occasionally pressing into my sweet spot as I'm moving my hips around, Snape arranged them in such a good manner.
"Correct. I'd put all my effort in paying attention if I were you. I don't intend on being indulgent with a student who just returned to my class from a four-month vacation." he says with an absolute shit-eating grin, then the bat bends down to peck my lips, he collects my undies from the floor and drops it on my chest dramatically with a chuckle. You sly bastard! Like I didn't do every single potion assignment while I was studying under Poppy! This is definitely a childish revenge for me leaving his class!
I sigh in defeat and pull up my panties, trying to stand up without fucking moaning, those balls sure do they job better than expected. And the added weight just enhances the feeling of being stretched out… Oh dear Merlin, help me survive until tomorrow!
I sit restlessly in my bed, reading the Advanced Potion Making, attempting to guess which potion will the dungeon bat introduce to us, but I come up horribly short on answers, since the professor likes to follow his own rhythm and jump around between chapters, so we never know what the next lesson will be about. The late afternoon Sun is slowly waving goodbye to us, disappearing in a mix of pink and purple, the first stars of the night arriving early on the sky. My roommates arrived a few hours ago, trunks open next to the beds, scattered stuff lying around in the room. Life returned to Hogwarts, Drax decided to spend the last free day with Vincent, so they went for a walk in the Forest, with the pretense of gathering ingredients, just to avoid suspicion. Starting tomorrow, Vincent has to return to his own gang, and Drax to me, so their meetings will be significantly reduced. I slam the book shut on my bed, every cell in my body is frustrated, the constant pressure inside me driving me crazy. I've been fidgeting on my bed for the past half an hour, seriously contemplating if I should just take out the toy, and put it back in the morning, this level of stimulation not nearly enough, and I'm becoming desperate for release. Then again, Snape is capable to see my memories, and maybe he'll punish me if I don't follow his orders, so I change my mind about taking it out. I can't even retreat anywhere to have some privacy and get rid of this agonizing tension, because the whole school now is full with students walking around, and the more secluded areas are patrolled by Filch and the teachers. To be found by a teacher in the middle of touching yourself would be the most humiliating thing to happen, and I would personally ask for my expulsion in Dumbledore's office the same day.
I wonder when did I become so obedient with Snape. The me from a year ago would simply laugh in his face and do the exact opposite of his order, staying true to my principles of absolute freedom. Well, technically this whole situation was my choice, I fell for him, I seduced him, and after he made me his, I find that I simply can't say no to him. Or maybe deep down I don't even want to say no. It's like he has me under a spell, I constantly crave his touch whenever he's in the vicinity, he managed to change my strongest personality trait, rebelliousness.
Argh, I can't take this anymore!
Getting up from my bed annoyed as hell, I take out the hidden sleeping draught kept in my trunk and take two big gulps of it (mind you, a normal dose is three drops). It's only eight p.m., quite early for sleep, but I'll just have to knock myself out if I want to survive this torture. I eagerly hand my consciousness over to the darkness engulfing me in mere seconds, as I pass out on my pillow, hoping tomorrow will find me in a better mood. First class is potions, it'll be over in a heartbeat, right?...
"…can you hear me!?Wake up, come on! Oh Merlin, please don't do this to me…" I hear Drax's exasperated voice seeping into my mind from the distance, he's quite panicked, then the next second I feel a huge pressure applied to my chest, knocking out the air from my lungs, and I sit up coughing like mad, pushing the boy off me, while Drax falls back on his bum, startled by my sudden movement.
"Oh, thank fucking Merlin you woke up! I thought you died! You scared the shit out of me!" the panting boy exclaims, clutching the front of his shirt with terrified eyes. "What happened to you?"
"I just took a bigger dose of sleeping draught, why?" I say a bit out of breath, caressing my chest where Drax started the CPR.
"Because you missed breakfast again, and potions already started! This is your first day back in Snape's class, he's going to kill you!" he pulls the blanket off me, and history repeats itself as we hastily throw my stuff together for the day, but this time, I make sure to comb my hair before leaving the dorm. My core became super sensitive overnight, thanks to the balls still teasing me on the inside, I make my steps with difficulty as we try to hurry to the dungeons. Drax is pulling my hand through the cold corridor, and I let out a small hiss here and there, the pleasure like an electric current striking up my spine. When we reach the heavy wooden door, I find it slightly ajar, my eyebrow runs up at the unusual position, Snape always shuts the door firmly when he starts the lesson. I can hear the bat explaining inside, his smooth voice making the hairs on my arm stand on end. I open the door, and unlike last time, I'm not trying to sneak to a spot in the back, I just stop at the entrance with Drax, and wait until Snape finishes his sentence at the blackboard. The potioner's eyes fall on us, there are no traces of anger or resentment in them, he watches us with a completely neutral face, and it seems to me like the whole class freezes as the students turn around to see who is the fool that dares to be late from Snape's class. Curious eyes are on me, my schoolmates are clearly surprised to see me in potions class again after I was vanished for four whole months. I take a deep breath.
"Professor, please excuse our tardiness, unfortunately I overslept, but Drax was kind enough to wake me up." I say in a diplomatic style, trying to avoid raising Snape's anger. My politeness comes from a true place now, no sarcasm whatsoever and my classmates are left with their jaws on the floor yet again. They probably think I must be someone else, since my old self would have never apologized in front of Snape. Said professor is mildly impressed, although I can only read this from his eyes.
"I expect you to stay after class, Miss. Now sit." he says plainly, and I let out the breath I was holding. In front of the students, this looks like I'm about to receive some harsh words from the bat, but in reality, we just secured a bit of time together when we finish. God, this is exciting.
We shimmy our way to two seats in the back of the class, grit my teeth as I lay my butt on the chair for obvious reasons, and I take out my text- and notebook to start writing down whatever the bat is explaining, because there's no way in hell, I will ask anyone what the topic is for today.
"Felix Felicis. Page 145." I hear the bat's voice crawl into my mind, and he carries on illustrating how the ingredients should be prepared, while a piece of chalk writes the list on the board behind his back.
I show Drax the page, who just looks bamboozled at first, but I nod my head towards Snape, signaling that I got the info from him. When our teacher finishes describing the exact manner the ingredients should be used and added, we're put on silent reading, the textbook showing us the history and effects of Liquid Luck. Snape is sitting at his desk, grading parchment, but as time passes, I can't help but start fidgeting slightly on my chair from the pressure building in my lower abdomen. The minutes passing in snail-rhythm is absolute torture, it's really difficult to focus with the balls inside me, and judging by the potioner's smug glances he throws at me, he's enjoying my little suffer fest. I bite my lower lip to make myself concentrate, but as I finally manage to pay attention to my textbook, the professor's delicate but mocking voice echoes in my headspace again.
"Did you take too much sleeping draught?"
"Wha— how? How did you know? Did you read my mind again?" I raise my head in disbelief and outrage towards him, but he just nonchalantly continues to grade those parchments.
"No. You have faint purple spots under your eyes. People who take a dose more than recommended usually end up with those." I hear the smirk in his voice and I bury my face in my hands in embarrassment and frustration.
"You found the toy's teasing unbearable and you sought escape in sleep, correct?" he chuckles, and I drop my head on the table with a vexed sigh. "Get back to reading, I'll start handing out the tests in ten minutes."
Huh, it's easier said than done, mister. Those ten minutes pass in agony as I'm barely holding on, the crave to be touched is starting to mess with my breathing and Drax notices my shaky inhales. He asks me via hand-message what's wrong, and I simply tell him that I'm feeling a bit excited, but he shouldn't worry about me. Snape stands up abruptly, waving his wand, and a smaller piece of paper flies in front of everyone with three descriptive questions about the potion.
"You have fifteen minutes to answer the questions. Those who do not hand in their parchment in time, or answer even one question incorrectly, will hand in a two-page essay about Felix Felicis by the end of the week. You may begin." a collective groan is let out by my classmates; however, I'm too distracted by my soaked-through knickers, and I helplessly squeeze my hands between my thighs to alleviate some of the insupportable tingle. My forehead rests on the edge of the desk, Drax is caressing my back while writing vigorously, trying to escape from the essay punishment. Of course, I am incapable of thinking in these fifteen minutes, let alone writing anything on the paper, the only thought in my head is a desperate cry for release and Snape constantly walking among us is not a big help either. I feel the black bat stopping behind my back as he examines our writing, but when he notices my paper still being blank, he speaks up in my mind with feigned disappointment.
"How come you haven't written anything on the paper yet? Did you not pay attention to my explanation?" he asks as if he has no clue about the sheer hell I'm in, and I clench my hand in a fist between my thighs.
"I—I can't…professor, please…" I plead with him, and to my utter joy, the bell rings. Snape strides back to his desk, the kids hastily pack up and place their tests on the corner of his desk, practically running out of the classroom. Drax gives me a last 'are you sure you're ok?' and I give him a thumbs-up, so he can go to our next class with a lighter heart.
My friend is out the door, and silence falls on the chilly space, only the murmurs can be heard from the hallway as the students migrate between classrooms. A loud thud makes me jump, the door has been closed, and I hear the clicks of the locks as they slide into place, making my heart pick up the pace.
"Come here." the molten gold sensual voice crawls into the atmosphere, making me stand up like a puppet on a string. My legs stumble over to the teacher's desk, and Snape clears his table with a swish of his wand, then suddenly I'm picked up from the ground and my butt makes contact with the table's edge. I have to throw my hands behind me for support, because the bat is not wasting any time, my thighs are risen up and forced apart, an expert index finger caressing my folds through the wet material. A trembling moan escapes my throat.
"You have some audacity to hand in a blank paper to me." he purrs, only inches away from my mouth. "Tsk tsk, my dear student didn't pay attention to my lesson. You're quite lucky I have a free period now, so I can make sure to insert the knowledge deep inside you." the potioner drawls the filthy words as he continues to rub me slowly.
"If I'm correct, your next class is dark arts, right? Don't worry dear, I'll write an exemptive note to Lupin for your absence. He planned on introducing the patronus spell today, but I'm sure I can teach you that in a way more efficient manner than him." he licks a line up my earlobe, and gently bites it, making me a whimpering mess on his table. "Yes, my little minx will make everyone envious with her talent, already able to conjure a corporeal patronus when others only struggle to think of a happy memory…" I'm covered in goosebumps hearing his whisper, I can barely register his praising words, my juices flowing out constantly. I let my head fall back with a deep groan as the potion master pulls my knickers to the side, and starts rubbing circles around my clit, but I'm taken by surprise when I hear his next order,
"List the ingredients for today's potion." my head snaps forward with wide eyes. He can't be serious. Now? "Take your time, although, the sooner you answer the test questions, the faster I'll let you cum." a smirk is proudly plastered on his face. I can't believe him! And I'm sure he means every singe word, he's Severus Snape, of course he would do something like this to get through to someone. Well, better gather all my remaining brain power to answer him if I ever want to get rid of this suffering.
"Ashwinder egg, horseradish, s-squill bulb, ah—anemone-like growth of Murtlap, tincture of thyme, occamy eggshell, a-and common rue." I squeeze the words out of myself with a whimper, thank God I still have a great memory, and I was able to remember the ingredients after reading them three times.
"Good girl." he breathes on my neck, making my body shudder. "What is the effect and side effects of Felix Felicis?" a slick tongue dances across the artery under my skin, and I slide my fingers in the shiny black locks.
"The potion makes you lucky, but if you overuse it, it makes you g-giddy and—ah!" I squeal as he sinks his teeth into my pulse point, "…and reckless. It's very toxic in large quantities, and disastrous if brewed wrong." I huff out.
"Good. Now tell me the brewing time and limitations of the potion." Snape instructs and he inserts two fingers inside me, making me grasp his robe with shaking hands. The balls and fingers combination quickly gets me to the brink of orgasm, and I press my face in his shoulder with an exasperated cry as he starts massaging my sweet spot with his fingers. I want to cum so badly, I can't take it any longer…
"Come now dear, focus. We're on the last question." I feel him burying his nose in my hair, while the fingers on his other hand will definitely leave a mark on my thigh. The squelching sounds coming from my core drive me crazy as I choke out the words before I lose consciousness from the built-up tension.
"Brewing time is s-six months, and the limitation is that the potion only lasts… oh god… for a few hours… Severus please, I can't take it anymore, let me cum!" I wail into his robe, knuckles turning white from the sheer force I'm gripping his bat wings with, and finally, finally my torturer pulls out his fingers, hooks them in the ball's ribbon and starts pulling them out excruciatingly slow. While his hand from my thigh jumps to my clit, rubbing the swollen flesh, immediately triggering wave after wave of delicious contraction in my passage, I feel my walls clamp down on the balls on their way out, and the stretching sensation they provide is sending me straight to heaven. Snape's expert finger abuses my bundle of nerves until my whole body is quivering, then as soon as the toy leaves my body, the potioner drops to one knee, and licks up between my folds, lapping up my juices. I'm lost in a symphony of moans and squeals, Snape is merciless with my oversensitive pussy, and only when I'm totally spent does he stand up again, leaving me to collapse on top of his desk, barely able to breathe. The potion master gently picks me up with a chuckle, gathering me in his arms, while I fight for my every inhale. I wrap my hand around his torso, cheek pressed to his chest, panting with closed eyes and sweaty forehead. His strong heartbeat lulls my senses, a giant sigh escapes my lips as I nestle my face more in the musky cassock I so adore.
The steady little caresses given to my back gradually calms my racing heart, and Snape lays a soft kiss on my unruly locks.
"You pass." he states simply, earning an amused grunt from me. "Now let's teach you that patronus charm, so you can leave everyone with their jaws on the floor."
Well, I can say, the first potion class after my return was an utter success.