Darkened Lust

Darkened Lust
Part Twenty-Four

By Ami E. Bowen and Rebecca (Becca) Middleton

All previous disclaimers are still in working order!

Ami and Becca shared another of their identical looks as their lover entered the room after them and closed the door. As he turned around, both of them did not fail to notice the look of dark arousal within his onyx eyes.

Yet, instead of approaching either woman as they stood near the bed, waiting for his orders, he regarded them silently for a few moments.

"I do believe I shall have to punish you both. Oh, yes. And you both know why, don't you?" he purred low, and Ami opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by his words as he continued, "Do not even consider attempting to lie to me, Miss. Bowen."

Ami clamped her mouth closed on whatever it was she was about to say. "You both know what I am talking about. I felt how aroused you both became when that actor was on the screen... Yes, I do believe that you two have earned yourselves a little reprimand for...wanting...the wrong...man..."

"Sir...we couldn't help it..." Becca burst out, "He reminds us so much of you and..."

"Yet, he is not me," Snape said, and to their surprise, summoned a plain wooden chair out the ether with his wand, sitting down upon it as he went on, "Is he?"

Becca shook her head and Ami followed suit. Both of them whispered; "No, sir..." Ami felt herself growing more excited. It was always exciting to her to play the submissive one. A game she never had the chance to engage in at home.

She wondered, as she knew her friend was as well, exactly what he had in mind for their 'punishment' this time...

"While I think of something suitable," Snape said drawing their attention away from thier own thoughts and towards him once more, "I want you two to...amuse me...Miss. Bowen, step near if you will," Ami did not have to asked twice!

However, she looked at him with a slightly perplexed expression when he placed a pair of shears into her hand.

Obviously he'd brought them into being along with the chair he was perched within. "Sir?" Ami asked, looking at the scissors. They were sewing shears, with dark green handles and the blades were sharp and strong.

"Use your imagination, Miss. Bowen," Snape said, settling back in the chair, and crossing his legs at the ankles, his arms across his chest and a slight smirk curving his lips.

An image of what he had in mind flickered, momentarily, across her mind. Her knees grew week with the thought and she turned towards Becca. Leaning close to her, she whispered into Becca's ear and Becca's eyes widened, a smile brushed her features.

Suddenly, the room was a little darker, not so much that they couldn't see what they were doing, but enough to add...ambience... and, Becca and Ami looked up at Snape as soft strains of something classical wafted through the room.

It was utterly beautiful and somewhat eerie as well; hearing music without seeing where, exactly, it was coming from. He'll never stop surprising us, well he? Ami thought and Becca smiled, reading her friend like the message within a broken fortune cookie.

"Well?" Snape said, with a cocked brow, "Are you two going to stand there gaping all night?"

"Of course not..." Ami breathed and moved behind Becca, who was still facing Severus. She began slowly, ever so carefully. Moving aside a length of her hair, Ami leaned foreward and breathed against the softness of Becca's throat, sliding the tip of tongue behind her ear.

Looking over Becca's shoulder, Ami brought the scissors into play, dipping them beneath Becca's tee-shirt, and touching the cold metal in light circles across her stomach before drawing them out once more and making a small hole near the bottom of the shirt.

Becca gasped at the feeling of the cold against her skin and was thankful that she wasn't wearing anything she cared too much about. Not that Snape couldn't replace her clothing afterwards, of course.

She felt Ami sliding the shears across first one covered breast and then the other, she gasped as her hands found their way into Becca's shirt, and caressed her hardened nipples momentarily before using the scissors to make yet another tear within the fabric of her shirt, near the center of her breasts.

Becca allowed Ami to do as she would, she trusted her completely. Ami smiled and worked her way around Becca, kissing and nibbling on her throat, her ear, sucking and slipping the tip of her tongue with the crevice before finding herself in front of her friend once more, the scissors held in her right hand.

Dropping to her knees, suddenly, Ami slid her hands down Becca's legs, and back up, drawing the edge of the shears up with her on the second pass, over her jeans and sliding them between Becca's legs to gently touch the apex of her thighs with the metal. Becca's breath was becoming ragged and she was doing all she could not to throw her friend to the floor and ravage her right there!

Ami's own core had begun to seep and her hand trembled only slightly as she made another cut. This time the right cuff of her jeans.

Carefully, Ami used the scissors to slowly cut up first one leg of Becca's jeans and then other, taking her time to trace the tip of the shears across any bare skin she exposed and bend to kiss and lick the trail the scissors created.

"Oh, god..." Becca moaned as Ami gave a tug and Becca's jeans, pretty ruined now, fell off of her in peices, "Where did you learn to do that?"

"My great-grandmother was a seamstress," Ami shrugged and spun the scissors about her finger with a lustful smirk before turned to look at Severus. He had a very amused expression upon his face.

"I don't recall telling you to stop." he said and Ami, who was still on her knees before her friend, slid the edge of the shears lightly up Becca's leg, making small circles upon her thigh, inching closer to the elastic of her panties.

Becca's sharp intake of breath could be heard across the room and Ami's scissors found thier way within the waistband of Becca's panties.

Ami didn't touch Becca with the scissors, instead she leaned forward and took the hem of her friend's undergarment within her teeth and, holding them thusly, used the shears to slice a small hole within the fabric.

"You smell so good," she mumured, and made the hole larger. Becca stepped so that her legs spread a bit, allowing Ami more freedom to work with.

Ami proceeded until Becca's underwear, which were due to be removed at any rate; they had been dampening even before they'd begun their little game with the pinking shears, resembled somewhat a pair of those novelty crotchless panties that she'd seen in magazines, with more small tears and a ragged center hole, of course.

Not able to help herself, Ami leaned forward and tasted her friend's juices, sliding her tongue across Becca's delicious wetness and hearing her friend whimper above her.

It was highly erotic, Becca knew, standing there in a shirt gaping with multiple tears, cuts and holes, exposing tantalizingly small amounts of flesh, the warmth of the air caressing her skin, while watching a lovely young woman on her knees licking at her through the gaping hole that had been cut through her panties...

All the while feeling Snape's lustful gaze raking across her and observing her and Ami's oh-so-wanton behavor. Becca shuddered as another wave of pleasure raced through her. She'd never been so close to coming so quickly before!

Ami wrapped her arms around Becca for extra leverage and ravished her with her lips, teeth and tongue. “You’re burning me alive, Ami” she whispered senselessly, as she felt her friend’s tongue slip inside her, her mouth working its own magic. Her orgasm was so close, so close, and she fisted her hands in Ami’s long hair, trying to pull her even closer.

Through half closed eyes she saw Severus raise his wand toward her, heard him murmur “Gradatio Cesso ”.

“No, Severus, not that, please,” she whimpered, but he merely smiled slyly at her without answering, and put down his wand to open his trousers and take out his cock. Becca moaned again as he began to stroke himself, never taking his eyes off Ami and her.

If not for the spell, the sight of Severus jerking himself off certainly would have sent her into a screaming climax. As it was, he had frozen her body’s journey to climax while she was just on the brink.

Ami’s mouth seemed to send her higher and higher, while never reaching the top. Ami, absorbed in what she was doing, was unaware that Severus had cast the cruel spell on her friend.

Her tongue flew faster across Becca’s flesh, she began to suck her clit, trying to do the impossible, trying to make her friend cum. Becca’s breath caught in a sob. She closed her eyes against the tears welling up in them.

“Look at me, Rebecca,” he ordered. Unwillingly she opened her eyes, the tears spilling down her cheeks, watching as Severus stroked faster, the head of his cock deepening to a deep plum color, his balls tightening, higher and higher, until with a guttural grunt of pleasure, his thick cum spurted out of him, splattering his trousers. His body relaxed for a few moments as he breathed heavily, regaining his strength.

“Please…” Rebecca whined, her eyes pleading with him. He looked at her expressionlessly and retrieved his wand. Becca sobbed in relief, but her hopes were dashed as he merely uttered a cleansing spell and his cum disappeared.

“Stop, Ami,” he said. When she didn’t, when she couldn’t, he leaned forward and twined his fingers in her hair and forceably pulled her away from her friend, ignoring their protests. “She won’t cum, Ami,” he told her. “I’ve made sure of it. And neither will you until I lift the spell.”

“But why?” Ami demanded. “You can’t do this to us!”

His eyes narrowed. “I can, and I have,” he said dangerously. “As to why, have you forgotten so soon?” He stood up and pulled Ami to her feet, drawing her to him by her shoulders. “Who are the two of you supposed to lust after?”

Ami turned red, she lowered her eyes and murmured, “You, sir.”

“Half right,” he said. You are supposed to lust after me…and each other. But that actor, a man pretending to be me, aroused the both of you. I could smell your heat.” Severus released her, and said, “Get undressed and get in bed.”

At the hope in her eyes, he said, “Oh, I think not. Not tonight, Ami.” His eyes fell on Becca, still standing there in the shredded remains of her shirt and panties.

He stepped to her and swiftly ripped the rest of the cloth off her body, making her gasp in surprise.

He dropped his hands, said heartlessly, “Bed! And don’t touch each other. It won’t do any good in any case.” Becca swallowed a sob and did as he said. Her clit still felt as if were on fire, as if one firm touch would bring on her climax.

How was she supposed to sleep feeling like this? How could he be so heartless?

“Since the both of you ended up enjoying your other punishments, this is the only thing I could think of to make an impression on you,” he said dispassionately, “A few hours of being denied my cock might be sufficient to make you realize just whose cock you really want, hmm?”

“Hours!” Becca cried. “No!” She crawled to the end of the bed and swung her legs to the floor, only to sink to her knees in front of him. Clasping the hem of his frock coat in her hands, she looked up at him and began to beg.

“Please, Severus, don’t do this to us! We’re sorry! We couldn’t help it; looking at him is almost like looking at you…” she trailed off in despair.

Suddenly Ami was beside her, on her knees, all pride forgotten in her lust and remorse. “We are sorry, Severus. We never meant to insult you. But…he looks like you, and…and he sounds exactly like you! Please, don’t leave us like this!” She, too, broke off as she began to cry softly.

Enough Severus thought as he raised his wand and wordlessly released the spell. He had had no intention of making them suffer for hours.

But they enjoyed his domination of them so much, and he knew the fear that he would really deny them their pleasure would send them to the pinnacle of arousal, would make them respond to him wantonly when he did take them.

They responded to his dark, dominant side as no one else ever had, not even female Death Eaters, and he reveled in it.

It was this response that enabled him to also show them his gentle, caring side, and he did so now, pulling them both to their feet and embracing them tightly.

“Silly little pets,” he murmured in amusement. “Do you really think I could deny any of us?”

To Be Continued...