Dianthus Stories
Chapter Thirty Four - Skirting Boundaries
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This is Chapter
Thirty Four. This is smut.
mild bondage.
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Chapter Thirty
Four– Skirting Boundaries
She dragged her
unwilling right hand to her pubic area, and slid her middle finger between her
own moist folds. Oh god – it was excruciating to be touching herself, knowing he was
watching. Even more excruciating was how
excited she was getting, knowing he was watching.
of me while you’ve done this?” he whispered, as she slowly rubbed and pinched
her clitoris. She nodded jerkily.
brushed hers. She strained to deepen the
kiss, but he hovered just out of her reach, licking her lips, teasing and
taunting her.
He pulled her leg
slightly toward him, opening her, and she realized she was panting.
hers, guiding her to slide two fingers inside herself.
his tongue mimicked what her fingers were doing at his direction.
in a steady rhythm, his tongue roaming her mouth as he forced her fingers
deeper with each pass, feeding the ache there.
She felt him move away, but her fingers continued their motion.
Without her
noticing, he had left the headboard and was back at her feet.
mouth on her big toe. His tongue swirled
and sucked, and she thrust harder, bending her other knee for support as she
raised her hips to meet her fingers. His
tongue was quickly driving her mad, she was imagining it clamped over her –
over her–
Dianthus used her
other hand, rubbing frantically, desperate for release and no longer caring
that he was watching. The only thing
that mattered was her building pleasure, until with a shuddering groan, she
reached the sort of raging climax only masturbation can bring.
fluid around her still thrusting fingers as she rode the orgasm to its finish,
and then she lay still, breathless and sweating, her fingers cramped from their
efforts.
Snape gently
released her toe and she heard him say, “Finite.”
against the soft light of the candles he must have lit.
elbow, and pulled her against him. “Did
that feel as good as it looked?” he asked quietly.
“Am I allowed to
talk?” she replied, petulantly.
“I’ll take that as
a yes,” he laughed, and lowered his mouth to hers.
to her, drinking him in as his hand found her breast and roughly squeezed the
nipple, drawing another moan of pleasure from her.
abandoned her breast to slip between her legs, probing her slick folds with his
long fingers. “Mmm…definitely
a yes,” he murmured. She pressed eagerly
against his palm, grunting in delight as his middle finger slid into her, only
to grunt again moments later, this time in disappointment,he she sat up,
removing both his hand and his mouth from her body.
“Don’t stop,” she
begged, rising up on her elbows.
“I don’t plan to,”
he said smugly, pulling his wand from under a pillow.
ankles, and the ends tied themselves securely to each of the four posters of
the bed. In the blink of an eye she was
immobilized, struggling against the bonds that now held her firmly in place.
“You
“Oh, but you
requested this specifically,” he purred, drawing his wand across her
belly. “I want to be restrained, were the exact words you used.
dick got so hard upon reading them that I couldn’t even risk standing for five
minutes. My mother’s dinner guests were
rather concerned.” He smirked at her,
openly amused at her continued attempts to free herself.
his head to nuzzle her breast, “that revenge is a dish best tasted –” he
dragged his tongue maliciously across her taut nipple – “cold.”
She swore quietly
but eloquently, cursing him for tying her up so soundly, and herself for ever
writing those words. “Severus, I – I
didn’t mean – Severus!” He was rolling
away from her on the bed, rising out of it, walking around the foot of it.
her wrists as far as she could, though the cords cut cruelly into her skin.
“We have a long
night ahead of us, Dianthus,” he said coolly, from the doorway.
you?
and he shut the door behind him, leaving her with only the feeble starlight
from outside the open window for illumination.
She glanced at the
glowing face of the clock on her bedside table.
It was close to eleven, as she was sure he knew.
on hersidesideration for her neighbors to keep her from shrieking at the top of
her lungs. She jerked harder at the
cords around her wrists, incensed that he would leave her alone like
to hurl at him upon his return.
It didn’t help
that certain areas of her body were merrily twitching with each tug she gave on
the thin ropes. She was soon so aroused
that she thought one stroke over her sensitive skin might send her into another
orgasm – unfortunately, she was entirely unable to provide herself with that,
and she couldn’t even bring her legs together to offer some soothing
friction. She groaned in frustration,
wondering where the hell Snape was, exactly, and what the fuck he was doing out there in her living room.
anything. She made a mental note to make
him tell her how he did that sneaky silent movement bit.
The minutes crept
by. She writhed and grunted and swore as
she worked herself into a frenzy.
to leave her there all night when the door opened and he strolled back into the
bedroom, bearing a silver platter that had belonged to her grandmother.
bottle of red wine, fruit, crackers, cheeses – delicious-looking all, but foods
that were definitely not to be found in her hen.hen.
she noted with increased irritation.
“You have
absolutely no food,” he chastised, picking up a knife and cutting into a green
apple. “I had to apparate back to my
parents’ house to get us something to eat.”
She glared
silently at him, determined not to touch any of it until he freed her.
treacherous stomach growled.
some?” he said sweetly – but his smile was purely evil as he wafted a slice of
apple in front of her nose.
“Untie me,” she
grunted.
“When the entire
room is scented with your arousal?” he said, quietly.
against her waist, and gestured at the ropes.
“Do you deny that this excites you, Dianthus?”
She couldn’t.
slip the apple piece by piece into her mouth, and then he forced her to take a
huge bite from a juicy orange, wiping the excess from her chin with one of her
napkins. He delicately fed her crackers
smeared with creamy cheeses, and in between held a goblet of wine to her lips
to drink from.
He ate rouslously
himself the entire time, drinking deeply from the same glass he held for
her. “I thought I’d leave the fire
whiskey with my parents,” he said dryly, refilling the empty goblet, “since
food.
following them up with another long sip from the wine glass.
“
lazily above his head. “I’ll be right
back. Don’t go anywhere.”
shoulder as he carried the mostly empty tray out of the bedroom.
“I have to go to
the bathroom,” Dianthus grumbled upon his return.
she had to pee like a niffler loves
silver. But as soon as he released her
from the ropes, she yelled, “Accio wand!”
But nothing
happened: Snape’s wand was held securely
in his grasp, and her wand, wherever it was, was not responding to her summons.
“Very clever,”
Snape taunted. “Nice try.
comfortably in one of the many unused drawers in your kitchen – which I took
the liberty of sealing.”
“God damn it!
have to go to the bathroom.” She made a
lunge for his wand, but he stepped easily out of her reach.
drawing them together behind her back.
She stomped her feet angrily.
“I’m sure you do,”
Snape said, grinning triumphantly at her, his eyes bright with laughter.
the bathroom. She threw herself down on
the toilet and emptied her bladder, then noticed a problem.
her hands behind her back. And no way to
clean herself, even she had been able to reach the damned papspanspan
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And no wand.
“Severus,” she
hissed.
Snape appeared in
the doorway. “Is there a problem?” he
said, mock concern on his face.
“You know god damn
well there is,” she said coldly. “Untie
my hands.”
“And have you
attack me again? I think not.”
“I would be willing to assist you, if you asked me to.”
to leave.
Her thin thread of
resistance broke. “Severus,” she said,
in a low voice. He turned, eyebrows
raised, his face impassively curious.
“Will you – will you assist me?”
She thought he
would use his wand and a quick ‘scourgify’ spell,
which would have been bad enough, but he rummaged through her linen closet
until he found a soft washcloth. He ran
the cloth under warm water, and then knelt in front of her.
simply burned into hers as he ran the cloth slowly and carefully over her
private parts, cleaning her in silence.
She found herself relaxing under his gentle hands and perceptive gaze.
after he threw the soiled cloth into the basin, holding her with the depth of
passion in his eyes.
“I will always
give you what you need, Dianthus,” he said, very quietly, placing a hand on
each of her knees. “Without
hesitation.” His eyes caressed
her as effectively as his hands had ever done.
He murmured the
spell to release her from the ropes, but she made no effort to jump at
him. Instead, she reached one hand to
stroke his face in wonder. She was
stunned by his words, and the conviction with which he uttered them.
her hand. She allowed him to lead her
back to the bed, and held her arms out for him to reattach the fresh bindings
he was already sending from his wand.
He piled pillows
under her head and then climbed over the foot of the bed.
between her legs, but he whispered, “Don’t.”
She watched him lower his mouth to her, his dark eyes commanding her to
observe him. He moved slowly up and down
her labia, slipping his tongue softly inside her, drawing her clitoris between
his lips. He was taking his time,
exploring each centimeter of her, pausing to give special consideration to any
areas where his touch made her eyelids flutter or her breath catch.
hooded eyes seemed to triple the sensations produced by his sensitive lips and
tongue, and she couldn’t stop her hips from rocking gently under him.
“Dianthus,” he
murmured, “be still.” She groaned in
frustrated delight, forcing her hips back into the bed, and he laughed quietly
against her before pressing his mouth to her again.
Finally satisfied
with the results of his initial exploration, Snape moved on to provoking her in
earnest. He teased her with short licks
and noisy humming, circling her with vigorous swipes, and thrusting his tongue
deeply inside her.
Dianthus jerked at
the ropes binding her, sighing and gasping, while he steered her inexorably
toward her climax. Just when she was on
the verge of completely losing control, however, he slowed his movements,aggiagging his flattened tongue against her until some of the tension seeped out
of her thighs.
“Severus, please,”
she moaned, as his pace increased yet again, making her feet twitch in response
to a particularly forceful tug. She
didn’t know how much more of this she could take – it seemed as though he was
willing go on forever, or until she passed out, and she was quite certain which
would happen first.
“
moaned louder. He picked up his wand
from next to him on the bed, and pointed it at her.
Far from being
angry, she was relieved – and free to shout without worrying about the
neighbors. He immediately returned his
full attention to tormenting her. She
ground her head into the pillows and bellowed silently while he led her to a
precipice, then deliberately back down, and up again,
until she thought she would go insane from it.
Finally he allowed her to drop fully othe the edge, and she worried she
might strain her vibrating vocal cords with the long tearing groan that raced
from her groin up through her lungs and finally erupted soundlessly over her
lips.
The ropes melted
away from her raw wrists and ankles while Snape scrambled up the bed, and he
plunged hard into her before she caught her breath.
accord; in minutes he was as sweaty as she was, his buttocks clenched under her
grasping hands, his back arched with his effort to comply with her unspoken
wish. His harsh grunts and the rustle of
the sheets under them were the only sounds in the room as they struggled to
meld their bodies completely into one entity.
Snape leaned in to
suck savagely at her neck, and at that another orgasm exploded within her with
such ferocity that her vision dimmed for two seconds, and she was afraid she
would pass out. His release seemed just
as fierce, with his hipbones jabbing brutally against her, and him muttering
her name mixed with the names of various deities, like a mantra in her ear.
They lay trembling
together, tangled in a sweat-soaked heap of arms and legs, for several long
moments before he rolled off her and picked up his wand.
to end the silencing spell. She waved a
threatening fist at him and pointed a finger at her throat.
the wand casually in her direction.
“We’ll have to do
it all again, then,” she croaked. She
had been right to worry: her throat was
just as splendidly abraded as her wrists were.
“You
flickering light in his eyes conveyed his approval of the idea.
held his arms out to her.
“Severus,” she
complained hoarsely, scooting into his welcoming embrace, “I still didn’t get
to do everything I wanted to with your body.”
“Oh, god,
Dianthus, let me resr a r a few hours,” he groaned, and although she murmured a
protest, she couldn’t muster the energy to do it for long, and in minutes they
were both asleep.