Owned

-I must be strong - this is only a dream and I will wake up soon-

Feeling her lips tremble by his touch, she took a deep breath, silent and calm. He was so quiet that she feared he would explode and knock her to the ground again. Gently her eyes fluttered and she opened them slightly. The hand was gone from her face and she was sure she’d heard the professor leave. The first thing that met her brown-green eyes was a pair of pitch black ones. Gasping she quickly looked down.

“You seem rather keen on look into my eyes – why is that?”

Widening her eyes she bit her lip, searching her brain for an answer

“Amanda?!”

“The eyes are the window of the soul, you know if you can trust a person if you can look him or her in the eye”

Quite surprised by that answer the Potion Master smiled and nodded silently.

“I see…. And you’re hoping that you can trust me?”

Hesitating for a few seconds she slowly nodded. She was hoping that she could trust him; Merlin knew that, she had to or else she would go mad.

“I see….”

The professor watched her intense. She really was that down-to-Earth girl he thought she would be. Easy to break but with a heart in the right place. He was pleased but now it was time for more serious matter. HIS enjoyment.

“Get on your knees!”

Amanda’s head jerked up ane loe looked at him, the same look as the day he had told her to sign herself to him.

“Excuse me?”

No answer was heard other than the swish and the back of his hand hitting her cheekbone. Landing on the floor again, Amanda was hit by the pain in her t wht which she had gladly forgotten.

Breathing deeply to regain control Severus closed his eyes shortly and walked around the girl, who was again shaking with fear and pain. It had been her own fault, he was not to blame. Grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, close enough so he could feel the heat of her skin against his cheek, he hissed;

“You’re doing it again Amanda, and if you keep this up, you’ll end up very much in trouble – obey me without questions!”

Swallowing hard Amanda nodded as much as the hold on her hair allowed her to.

“Alright… ok, just please…”

She couldn’t believe her own voice, it was begging him – SHE was begging him. Feel betrayed by her body she sighed before continuing.

“… please just … don’t-“

The strong slender fingers of the man above her wrapped themselves around her throat tightly, causing her to wheeze and struggle to breath. Grabbing his wrists with her much smaller hands, she tried to break the strangle.

“Don’t think I’m going to do you anvourvours – I can kill you and no one will ask a single question. You would be forgotten before the next Quidditch Match was planned.”

Neither wanting nor waiting for a response he pulled her to her feet and still with a hand around her throat he pulled her close, his face being only inches away from hers. He greedily licked his lips while eyeing every bit of her face, a bruise had started to form just under her right eye. Not a problem, it could be hidden with a spell. He smiled. Having learned her lesson Amanda looked anywhere but in his eyes.

Severus slowly licked his lips again while watching the pain and fear raging inside the girl, she was avoiding his look and he could feel how her heart was beating in her chest. Her chest, pressed against his, rising with every breath. He could feel how she was shaking. Looking at her eyes he noticed how she blinked furiously to keep the tears from falling. Feeling how his own pulse rushed blood to his head and… other places. Taking the few steps towards the desk he released her throat and grabbed her hair again – she was his and it was time she understood that. Capturing her lips he kissed her roughly and hungrily. Letting his tongue run over those soft and full lips he forced them apart and deepening the kiss as he leaned her over the table. Not caring about his objects on the table, he could fix them later.

-No – don’t –

Amanda was screaming inside, he was her teacher and this cruel joke had just gone too far. It was a joke…. Right? Leaned over the table she could feel his strong hands, one holding her hair to keep her in place and the other moving from her waist and upwards. The professor was not a fat man but he was still a man, heavy and strong –no match for her. Placing her hands on his chest she tried to break the forced kiss and get him off her even though a little voice in her head was telling her not to. She just had to – she had to fight… fight to survive….

Feeling her hands on his chest, he knew she was fighting. Smiling a bit he stopped and found his usual cruel Potion Master-look. Without a word he pulled her up and dragged her to his chambers.