My Obsession

I smiled at my hardwork. The small table was set with a delicious looking meal, the aromas making my stomach growl in anticipation. Oh yes, she would love it indeed. Roast duck, sweet potatos, leafy greens, tarts, puddings, you name it and I had slaved over it. She must be starving, she hadn't eaten all day. In fact, she had spent all day alone, up in her room, chained to the bed. Of course I wanted to spend time with her, but I thought that some alone time would allow her to appreciate my company some more.

I entered the room and saw her laying out across the bed, her arms and legs spread wide while she stared at the ceiling, My stomach knotted like it did everytime I saw her. She lifted her head to glare at me before letting it drop back heavily.

"Things aren't so bad here." I said, watching her small chest rise and fall with her breathing.

"They're going to find me." she growled through clenched teeth. "And when they do, you're going to Azkaban, you fucking sick asshole."

I chose to ignore her while I walked to the side of the bed. "It's dinnertime. We need to get you cleaned up."

She looked at me with cold eyes as I snapped a metal collar around her slender neck and attached a chain to it, in turn removing the cuffs from her wrists. I took hold of her neck chain like a leash and stood back, motioning for her to get off of the bed. She hesitated and I gave it a sharp jerk, reminding her to behave. She scrambled off the bed and stood rigidly, her eyes closed while she held her head with dignity. I couldn't stop myself as I reached out and touched the the soft skin of her cheek.

"Let me go home, Snape." Her voice was dripping with so much venom that I smiled at my little spitfire. Soon I'd have altered that spirit into passion. I'd make sure of it.

I gestured for her to walk into small bathroom, watching her intently as I could see her mind racing through her face. She was quite easy to read. I sighed and stopped her in the doorway, leaning over so I could speak into her ear.

"I really don't want to have to punish you again, not on your first night. I'd gladly alert you that there are more charms binding you to this house than even Dumbledore could get through. Please, just wash your face and hands for dinner." I couldn't see her expression as I shoved her through the door lightly, but I knew it was not a happy one. "You have five minutes before I come in there and do it for you." I added through the door, noting that I heard no running water.

Her five minutes came and went as I sat in the same armchair I had early that morning. With a sigh I opened the door and saw her, her face still grimy with tears, sitting in the empty bathtub, her knees drawn to her chest. Whatever anger I might have felt for her defiance slipped away as I saw my little angel shivering in the porcelain bowl. I took a step forward, planning on stroking her hair, or lifting her from the tub. She could come to dinner dirty tonight, I didn't mind, it was more for her sake than my own that I had let her clean herself up in the first place. I thought she looked lovely no matter what state she was in.

As I drew near her she shifted and I froze immediately. Scratch marks were running down her neck and I saw a red ring where she had apparently tried everything to force the collar off, only succeeding in irritating the skin and making her neck look like it had been slaughtered. My lips pressed together hard. I couldn't believe she had forgotten this morning's lesson so quickly. Anger rose in my chest as I saw her slender neck marred so. I was on her in a flash, my hand twisting into her hair as I pulled her forward until she was on her knees in the tub, bent over the edge. She was crying hard, screaming in rage through her tears as both of her hands were around my wrist, trying to seperate her hair from my grip.

I used my free hand to lift up her gown, as I had done earlier, only now I hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as well. I saw her become very still for a fraction of a second before to began to thrash violently, almost knocking me over. Once my surpise wore off I was able to lift her head by her hair and smack her once across the face. Her eyes were almost swollen shut from crying as her screams of rage turned into sobs of defeat. She cried out for her mommy while I ran my hand over her exposed backside. I had intended on spanking her, but became sufficiently distracted as I traced a finger along between her cheeks, pressing against her back entrance ever so slightly with a lone finger. The puckered hole was deliciously warm against the pad of my finger and I listened as she stopped sobbing, holding her breath to see what I would do next.

"How does that feel?" I asked, watching her face turn even redder as she blushed in shame.

"Please stop." she begged.

"Tell me how it feels." I said, rubbing small circles around the hole, massaging it as I watched her body stiffen.

"I don't want this." Her eyes glistened with fresh tears and I could almost feel the humiliation radiating off of her, at having one of her most secret places caressed in such a manner. I let go of her hair and instead grabbed her hips in both of my hands, leaning over her until my throbbing arousal pressed through my pants and against her shoulder and my face was level with her backside. I sucked gently on the soft skin on one of her cheeks as my hands slid to rub the area where her bottom met her legs, giving it light pinches and enjoying the feeling of her shuddering beneath my touch. Slowly I brought a hand to each cheek, pulling the apart slowly and exposing her to me fully. My lips found her hole and my tongue darted out to greet it. Her hips bucked instantly, but other than that she remained perfectly still. I could feel the fear coming from her, but ignored it as I added pressure to her beautifully puckered little hole. Slowly but surely I managed to force my tongue inside of her, loving how hot and tight she felt around it. I wriggled it inside of her, my body aware of every jump she made and every gasp she took. In and out I probbed my tongue, my hands moving to run up and down her thighs. My erection twitched and I remembered that this was supposed to have been punishment. I sat up and took a look at her, red faced and grimy, leaning over the edge of the tub with her panties pushed down and her nightgown hiked up.

I stood back and watched as she pulled her panties up and pushed her dress back down, resting her forehead in one of her hands. I watched her and saw that something had changed in her face. I knew now that she knew crying and screaming would get her no where and saw that she also was also just as determined to escape. I was fine with this. She could try and escape, but I was confident that her attempts would be useless. She would just need time to realize how good it would be here, and I knew she would want to stay. She looked up at me and I realized just how young she looked. She shook her head as if she couldn't believe what was happening.

"I hope you're not expecting me to do that to you." she said, her voice even.

I laughed, a good hearty laugh.

"Come on, dinner is getting cold."