The Spoken Word

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He brought his head down to the side of hers, so his lips were at ear level.
“Do you want me?” his voice no more than a whisper, tickled her sensitive lobes.
Her knees almost buckled as his lips grazed the sensitive flesh of her neck. “Oh Gods, yes” she was surprised to hear her voice; it had happened instinctively, she had no control.
Her frank admission amused him and a devilish smile spread across his lips
“How much do you want me I wonder?” he teased as he slid his fingers between her thighs. She gasped as she felt his hand cup her mound and begin to slowly massage her through the fabric of her panties. Severus wasn’t surprised at the dampness of the cotton, he knew full well the effect that he had on the female of the species in fact he prided himself on it. This innocent thing was ripe and ready for the taking and he planned to do just that.
“So, you want to please me?” he purred: slipping his long, nimble fingers past the material and toying with the downy hair that covered her.
“Yes, sir” she gasped. His feather light touches sending shivers all through her body as though electricity flowed from his very fingertips. At this point in time she would agree to anything he asked of her, as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing, she had never felt so alive before.

A look of disappointment played across her face as Snape removed his exquisite hand from her. Lifting his fingers to his lips he slowly ran his long, serpentine tongue over them, savouring her taste. The sight of this only served to heighten her arousal and she squirmed in agitation.
“Getting a bit impatient aren’t we?” he said with a trace of humour in his voice. “If your need is so great then why don’t you satisfy it?” backing away from her, he sat back down in his chair. The distance between them was frustrating and she started to move towards him.
“Stop!” he snapped in an authoritative voice and she halted abruptly, wary of displeasing the powerful wizard “I didn’t say you could approach me. What did I instruct you to do?”
“To satisfy my need, sir?” she answered shakily.
“Correct.” he looked at her sternly “And did I say that I would be playing a part in that?”
“No, sir” comprehension dawned on her; he wanted her to pleasure herself. He would merely be a spectator.

His arched eyebrows raised in anticipation as he watched the young witch hook her thumbs into her waistband and slowly peel off the last remaining item of clothing. Sprawling back against the leather seat his hand settled in his lap and he began to absent-mindedly stroke the prominent bulge beneath his trousers. She leaned back against the rough wood of his desk and began to run her delicate hands over her torso, her face reddening as her eyes drifted closed.
“Keep your eyes open. I want you to see how much you please me.” his voice was low and seductive, but still resonating with power. There was no way she could refuse him.
He stared at her with a satisfied smirk as she fixed her eyes upon his, “Tell me what you think when you do this alone in your bed.”
“I think of you, sir.” she answered breathily as her fingers slid into the nest of moist curls at the apex of her thighs, seeking out her sensitive bud.
“And what do I do to you in your thoughts?” he questioned, licking his lips, enjoying the private show that unfolded before him.
“You make love to me, sir.” the admission of her thoughts deepening her blush, becoming acutely aware of just how much she wanted him. No other man could make her perform this way, but the sensations building between her legs and his dark gaze spurred her on.
“We make love, do we?” lust evident in his voice “Do you imagine me to be a tender lover, or do I just claim you and fuck you until you scream?” he sat forward and waited eagerly for an answer. His self control would disappear completely soon and he wanted to be buried deep inside that sweet little pussy when it did.
“Both” her voice was barely a whisper.

Snape stood up sharply, his sudden movement making her jump, and walked towards her.
“Turn round and put your hands palm down on the desk.” he commanded, beginning to unbutton his flies. She did so nervously, trembling with a mix of anticipation and need. He looked down at the pert young flesh exposed to him from this new angle as he released his swollen cock. Moisture glistened on the pale skin of her thighs; her scent was heavy in the air, warm and musky. Slowly he pressed his engorged head against her inviting wetness, teasing her with its tip as he spoke again.
“Have you had a man inside you before?”
“Yes, sir.” she responded. She wasn’t a virgin any more, but the boy she had been with was nowhere near the size of what she could feel near her tight entrance. She wanted to feel his length inside her desperately.