Dirty deeds

Friday 9 January – The Detention

There has to be something you can do to install a doorbell onto the floo system so people don’t just turn up in our bloody room without warning. Gave me a real start when he turned up a bit early. Heard whoof! from the fireplace and turned round to see Severus looking very ahem strict in his school robes. Must have looked somewhat startled. He just smirked. Sure that the bastard did it on purpose for that very reason. Slytherin mind games to get him (at least) in the mood.

He didn’t deny it either.

Sneaky.

Dinner was odd. Making polite conversation is tricky when with someone who in course of next hour is going to put you across their knee and spank you – or worse. Though I suppose its not as if haven’t sat there having meal thinking of shagging him in next fifteen minutes.

Clear that Slytherin mind games working.

Very sneaky.

Decided to take advantage of Slytherin Master of Shagging’s OTHER skills. Has been absolute bastard to his pupils for years and therefore advice on bullying my staff sought and obtained.

Seemed to find it amusing in some way, but pointed out that change in circumstances meant that now no longer prepared to spend Friday nights in lab. Could see the force of my argument – once could see that would affect him – and full of useful tips. Although think use of poison may be going too far and don’t think could sneer as well as him without a lot of practice. Is it like aerobics? Do you spend five minutes in front of a mirror every morning working the sneering muscles out? Obviously not necessary in Severus’s case. He needs to practise smiling instead.

Dinner finished, dishes whisked into the kitchen, we sat side by side on the sofa in front of the fire sipping brandy.

The he simply stood up, put his glass on the mantelpiece and said, “And now, Miss Granger, I believe we have to discuss the matter of you stealing from my private stores.”

Took me by surprise (deliberate of course) so all could do was stammer out something along the lines of not me Professor Snape.

“Stand up when I’m speaking to you girl!” he shouted.

Was up on my feet before my brain registered desire to shout back. “Sorry sir,” I mumbled.

Stood there with hands on hips, all swathed in black, and looking very very menacing. And sexy of course.

“That’s better, young lady. You should show your teachers more respect. I think you need to be taught a lesson in discipline.”

Made that sound really dirty. Hoped it would be really dirty. It was really dirty.

The next thing I know he’s standing behind me, which is really unnerving (deliberate again), and breathing down my neck. Hairs standing up on back of neck in sheer terror / excitement. Couldn’t keep back squeak of surprise when he starts running a finger under my robe and along the back of my thigh.

His fingers migrated round my hip and then down between my thighs. All I could do was whimper. Had never before appreciated the erotic charge of simply being so helpless. His teeth were working on the back of my neck which seemed to be tapping into some very primal instincts. In barely five minutes he had reduced me to whimpering mass of jelly ready to throw myself at his feet and promise to do anything he wanted for the rest of his life.

So much for getting in touch with my inner bitch. Forget that he is above all a very powerful wizard and man despite tendency to throw temper tantrums and occasionally be very silly. Seems to be part of being a bloke really, the tendency to be very silly.

But Severus every inch a man, and some of my favourite inches were pressing into me.

“If I tell Dumbledore you will be expelled. What are you prepared to do to remain head girl?” he hissed.

I knew my lines, “Anything sir”. Said in very trembly voice.

He withdraws his fingers and son ton the sofa. He just points to his lap. I know what he wants. Before this started I thought it would feel if anything silly, but went along with it as Severus seemed quite keen. Hadn’t expected to find the whole thing quite so exciting.

I make him wait for my decision though. Not that there’s any doubt what it will be, but I thought he would appreciate a little rebellion. A little hesitation to draw out the moment. I am beginning to understand how this game is played, new to it though I am.

I move to lay over his knee. He does nothing for a moment, giving me the chance to appreciate how vulnerable this position is. Then it’s back to the slow slide of his hand along the back of my leg, and then up to stroke and knead my buttocks. He slides my underwear down to rest at my knees, and exposes my buttocks to the slightly chilly air.

He keeps up with the tender touches, but I know that it’s only a matter of time. Still he manages to catch me by surprise with the first slap.

Very very very sneaky.

It’s an interesting sensation is all I can say. Sharp and very nearly painful, but also very nearly something else. I decide to go for broke and wriggle around a bit to make it more interesting for him. Accidentally and totally innocently keep rubbing against Not-so-little-Severus who seems to be most appreciative. I get six of the best, so Severus is sticking to tradition there. Suspect bottom red and glowing.

Just lying there feeling all flushed and aroused and wondering what is going to happen next. Severus very definitely in charge.

He orders – and I do mean order – me to my feet and tells me to take off my clothes. Have done this many times before but not in front of smug bastard sitting back on sofa with air of indifference. Makes me feel even more vulnerable. Only sign that he is interested is glittering eyes and frankly the sizeable erection pokit hit his trousers. Wonder if he ever intends to take clothes off.

Answer turns out to be no.

Kinky.

He directs me to come closer and stand between his knees. Next several minutes spent running lightest of touches all over my body, except for anywhere I want them to really go. By this time have moved through ragged breathinhuddhuddering with excitement, and whimpering to full on begging for mercy. Please is very definitely not the magic word in this case.

Dimly remembered promising myself to do the same thing to him. To the best of my poor ability anyway. Not sure I am up to doing this sort of thing yet, but they say practice makes perfect and I’ve always been a quick learner.

For some reason he decides that the time has come to move things along, and he leans forward to start tonguing the inner curve of my breast. At this point the knees give way and I collapse into his arms. He crushed me to him and starts kissing me, if so mild a term can be used to describe the overwhelming assault on my senses. Barely even notice the many buttons digging into me.

Somehow he pushes me to the floor, without once stopping kissing me. He held my hands above my head, and just looked at me for a moment all spread out before him, completely at his mercy. After a couple of shuddering breaths on both our parts, his hands go to his fly. The buttons come undone easily, and then he propels himself into me.

It seemed like the home straight was in sight and I would be a very happy girl in fairly short order.

He is such a bastard though. Set off at a very brisk and extremely satisfying pace but every time I was about to come he whispered a query darkly in my ear, stopped and made me confess to something, before he started moving again. After several confessions when prepared to admit to stealing crown jewels, he moves on to asking me whether I love him. I would have said anything at that moment. On the second time of asking, when his voice was at its most commanding, I uttered those romantic words for the very first time.

Of course I do, you bastard, now get on with it or me killing you will be the least of your worries.

He just smirked ever more than usual and did as he was told. I suddenly developed religion in ry ary acute state and was calling on all the gods. Utterly exhausted we came together in a long climax, and he apseapsed on top of me breathing like a marathon runner.

When he recovered enough to catch my eye, he looked a bit sheepish. He kept trying to say something. I put my finger on his lips. There was nothing I wanted to hear him say. He probably would have ruined the moment by starting to apologise. As lay there quietly thinking it seemed to me that there was only one thing worth saying other than thank you, thank you, thank you! Reached up to whisper in his ear, and just said that I meant it. He looked all young and defenceless and happy and I felt strong urge to burst into tears. He would have misunderstood though so burrowed head into his neck and promptly fell asleep.