The Last Potion

Chapter 16 – Hang on to Your Dreams






 

Chapter
16 – Poison

 

Professor Snape slowly
dragged his fingers down to my hips and coiled his arms around my waist,
massaging me through the thin silk of my nightdress. Although his hands felt
cold, I closed my fingers around his wrists and ushered his caress beneath my
clothes.

I gasped as his cold
fingers made contact with my buttocks and began stroking me tenderly. I know I
shouldn’t have, but I closed my eyes and eased my approval out in a moa moan.
To Professor Snape, such vulnerability was sure to be as palpable as the nose
on my face. I knew it would only be a matter of minutes – maybe even seconds –
before he pushed me away. But while he continued to soothe my body with his
touch, I surrendered to that tender emotion, cherishing it.

As much as I wanted to love
him, I knew he would only hurt me the moment I displayed my heart on my sleeve.
If he ever saw my heart as it was, Snape would surely destroy it.

What was as heartbreaking
as that was my fierce desire to touch him. My fingers flexed and ached to
clutch him and hold him close. Even as his nimble fingers stretched across my
flesh I held back and savoured those sweet sensations.

For half of my life I
dreamt of feeling these very hands soothe and caress my body. He was easing his
way up, delicately playing with the waist of my thong uwearwear, dipping his
fingers beneath the elastic and touching the curves of my behind. My lips
quivered and from them escaped my ragged breath and a hint of a moan.

I wanted to hold him.

Although my senses were
still telling me to stop, I pillowed my head on his chest and allowed my
fingertips to carefully graze across the black frockcoat. With my eyes closed I
listened carefully for the beating of his heart, just to assure myself that he
was human… because all of us are vulnerable, and if I could believe for just
one moment that I could capture his heart, I would seize the moment.

His slow breath tickled
the top of my head. Professor Snape settled his jaw atop my head and his arms
closed tight around my waist, beneath my clothes. I thanked Merlin that he had
not shoved me away yet. Perhaps I had done something right to earn this pet
mt
moment.

And then, to my sheer
astonishment and disbelief, the professor tilted my head gently to one side and
pulled my hair into a ponytail with his hand, exposing the flesh of my neck and
shoulder. He held my hair in one hand and with the other gripped my arm and
squeezed gently as he bent his lips down to the bottom of my neck. His teeth
scraped delicately against my skin before suckling avidly. He sucked hard,
moving his lips down across my shoulder. His hands gripped me harder as if he
were afraid I would pull away.

My arms wrapped tightoundound his body, holding him close and ensuring him that I wasn’t going
anywhere. Our bodies were bound together by the tight embrace and as his mouth
endeavoured to devour me, my own lips sought after his flesh wanting to taste
him.

His hold was so strong I
could hardly move. Professor Snape’s hands had fastened around my body and I
could feel his hardness pressing into my abdomen. My hands started to make way
to his groin, but I quickly stopped, reminding myself that if I dared to brave
him, he would only shove me away and leave me here in arousing agony.

Snape lifted his head
from my shoulder and grasped my chin. His eyes bore into mine with a cold,
murderous look on his face.

I knew it! I
closed my eyes and swallowed hard and waited for the kill I knew was coming.
I’d gone one grate too far in wanting to feel his arousal.

“If that is what you
want,” he said in callous whisper, “then don’t stop.”

My eyes opened to look
into his dark pools. Although his expression was cruel, I had misshat hat touch
of exhilaration. He picked my right hand up and guided me all the way down to
his groin where his arousal stood out prominently against the strain of his
trousers. He rubbed my hand back and forth while keeping his blazing eyes fixon mon mine.

I tried hard to keep my
eyes on his, but the feel of his erection had me fighting to challenge his
gaze. I wanted very much to close my eyes and submit myself to him.

“You allowed yourself to
surrender to my will,” he said in that cool, velvet whisper. “You let years of
juvenile emotions interfere with your better judgement and because of that, I
took great advantage of you... and I would do it again, if you let me.”

“No,” I begged, but even
as I did so, I clutched his arms and held him tight. I wanted him to stay, but
I did not want him to hurt me like he did before.

“It is no wonder you have
been taken advge oge of so many times, Elizabeth,” he said as he ran his hand
down the side of my face. “Are you so desperate to feel a man inside of you
that you will do nothing to stand up for yourself? Will you allow any man who
taunts you with kisses and whispers of sweet nothings to manipulate you as I
did?”

“Of course not!” I told
him. “How could you say that about me? I foolishly surrendered only to my
husband. The others used magic and force against me, you know that.”

There was a peculiar look
on his face that I couldn’t quite decipher. With his eyes still fixed on mine,
Snape reached his hands down to pick up the bottom of my nightdress. He slowly
started to gather the material in his hands before beginning to pull it up over
my body.

I lifted my arms and
closed my eyes as the silky material slipped off of my body. When I opened my
eyes Snape had dropped the nightdress on top of my dressing robe. His dark eyes
carefully looked up and down my almost naked body.

When he had looked his
fill, his eyes returned to mine and he stepped up to me again. “Why did you let
me undress you?” he asked.

My body felt cold without
the warmth of my clothes or the feel of his embrace. I crossed my arms over my
chest in an attempt to warm myself. “Because… because I wanted you to,” I told
him.

“Why?”

What was this?
Kindergarten? What does he want me to tell him?

“I thought you wanted to
start all over again,” I said.

“Indeed.” Snape lifted
his hands and uncrossed my arms. He began to touch my sides, running his
fingers up and down in soothing motions. “Will you stop me from fucking you
again tonight?” he asked and spun my body around so that his erection was
pressing into the small of my back.

I swallowed hard again,
remembering how much he had pleasured and pained me. His hands came around to
the front of my body and began to knead at my breasts, pulling my nipples into
tight, erect buds. I leaned back into his body aoaneoaned as he began to rub
and pull harder.

“Answer me!” he said
squeezed my nipples between his fingers. “Will you stop me?”

I tried to stifle a cry
of pain but failed miserably. “No! I won’t.”

Even as he tried to hurt
me, I could feel the liquid heat between my legs beginning to seep into the
crotch of my thong. My muscles throbbed, aching to feel his length penetrate me
again.

“Very well then,” Snape
said calmly. His hands came down from my breasts and slipped my thong to the
floor. From behind, he slipped his fingers between my legs and began to spread
my juices across my aroused flesh. “Good god, Elizabeth,” he mumbled, “you’re
as slick and wet as a jellyfish. It’s no wonder you’re so benighted.”

Very quickly, Snape
forced a pair of fingers inside of me and began to thrust deep, in and out. My
knees almost gave way on me, but with his free hand, Snape fastened me tight
against his body. Ied oed out at the immeasurable pleasure again and again. His
thumb started to tease my clit and before I was ready for it, sensations of an
orgasm hit me hard.

Snape must have known it,
too. He thrust harder and pressured his thumb into my clit, slowly rubbing back
and forth to make me come. I screamed at the sensations and felt my head
filling with dizziness as my orgasm came to an end.

Still breathing hard, I
felt Snape retract his fingers from me and le of of my waist. I clumsily fell
to the floor on my knees where I tried hard to regain some composure.

Behind me, Snape was
softly chuckling, no doubt at the humility I had caused myself. I could hear
him unfastening his pants and then kneeling down behind me. He brought my hips
up to meet his and I could feel his bare erection touching my skin.

“Are you ready?” he
asked. “I am quite ready to fuck you.” As he spoke, Snape poked the tip of his
erection between my legs, preparing to enter. As much as I wanted to, I knew
from our last experience that I would indubitably regret letting him take me
this way again.

He had done as he did
before. He warmed me with his skilled kisses and fond caressing, but as soon as
it came time for sex, he turned cruel, greedy and savage. My heart had no more
room for such disappointment.

“Please don’t,” I
pleaded.

“Don’t what?” he asked.
“Miss Chamberlain, I was kind enough to bring you to orgasm. It is only
rational for you to give me mine. Now, you will hold still.”

As he prepared himself to
thrust into me, I pulled forward and crawled a couple of feet away from him. I
wrapped my arms around my legs protectively. His eyes were full of fury and
although he did not frighten me, I cried tears of regret.

“I’m sorry,” I
apologized, “but I don’t want it to be that way again.” More tears spilled down
my cheeks as I blinked away some of the burning pain in my eyes. “I want to
give myself to you, I really do. I just don’t want it to be like this.”

Snape covered himself
with the unbuttoned folds of his frockcoat and stood up in front of me. He scowled
down at me and heaved a furious sigh. “Would you rather I leave your room now
than fuck you again?” he questioned me as he fastened his pants.

I closed my eyes and
thought about it once more. I did want him, but I was sure that I would not let
it be like this. Knowing that this would indeed be my last chance to change my
mind.

“Yes,” I whimpered and
shed more tears. “I’ll not allow you another chance to take advantage of me,
Professor. If you try to force me again I will stop you.”

Snape settled his gaze
upon me again and began nodding slowly. “Very well,” he said. “Congratulations,
Elizabeth. That was precisely what I wanted to hear you say.”

I squinted curiously at
Snape as he offered a hand to help me up. Hesitantly, I took his hand and
allowed him to help me to my feet. He peeled tleevleeves of his frockcoat back
and then swung the heavy coat over my shoulders to cover and warm me.

“I – I don’t understand.
What are you talking about, professor?” I asked.

Snape pulled the folds of
his frockcoat tight around me and settled his hands upon my hips. “It was a
challenge, Elizabeth. And you succeeded. I gave you a second chance to prove
that you could not be seduced by darkness and naïve passions.”

Professor Snape coiled
his hands in my hair and gently pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Now that I know
your will is strong, I would like to give you an opportunity to show me how you
would like to be satisfied.”

He combed his fingers
through my hair affectionately and then wrapped his hands around my shoulders.
Even in my anger I couldn’t help but touch my hands to the white of his shirt.

“If you would like me to
stay I want you to get up onto the bed – or wherever it will suit your fancy –
and I will surrender to you.”