The Sexual Initiation of Severus Snape

TSIOSS

Chapter 4: Well, Let\'s Try Again


\"Teach you?\" I repeated. I stared up at him, my surprise overcoming my renewed lustiness for the moment. \"What the fuck am I?\" I asked, feeling my face getting red with anger. \"A bloody professor?\"

For some reason he found that awfully funny and began to roar with laughter, which only increased my fury.

And yet, even as I continued to glare at him, a part of my mind was remembering exactly how he had looked while he was kneeling on the floor, exploring me. Although he had been undeniably aroused, I couldn\'t help but think that there had been a keen glint in his eye, as if he were eagerly accumulating some knowledge that would be useful to him later. Even now, with his cock still fully engorged, his request had not been a breathy, tremulous appeal of a teenage boy who had only recently lost his virginity. It had been a cool and imperious demand, the tone just slightly impatient. I suddenly felt that he had come to my flat this evening determined to learn as much about sex in the shortest time possible. It almost sounded as if he were a bit put out that he was running behind schedule.

\"Sorry,\" he said, shrugging his shoulders as he finally managed to choke back his laughter. \"But the idea of you as a faculty member is very funny\"

He reached over and pinched my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger for a moment. \"I believe that the sight of you sitting at the head table in the Great Hall of my school would cause quite a commotion,\" he added, dropping his hand as he started to chuckle again.

Of course. Like that Rosier kid, he was undoubtedly a pampered little brat, attending some stuffy public school.

He picked up the wineglass and raised it to his lips. \"Even if you were clothed in the dusty robes of academia, I am afraid that you would still look a bit-\"

He paused to take a sip before delivering the final word with a particularly nasty curl to his lip.

\"-blowsy.\"

I gasped out loud, and felt myself stiffening with anger as he focused his attention upon the wine, taking another swallow before carefully placing the glass back down upon the table. By the time he turned back to face me, I had already drawn up my hand and was swinging it with full force, fully intending to slap him as hard as I could and to wipe that stupid smirk off of his bloody face. But without even blinking an eye, he raised his own hand and intercepted the blow in midair, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I gasped again and found myself wincing in pain as his hand tightened its grip.

\"Now is that any way to treat one of your customers?\" he asked, deftly catching and holding my other wrist as I raised my left hand up, intending to scratch at his eyes.

\"Listen, you bastard,\" I sputtered, trying unsuccessfully to break his hold, \"For thirty sodding pounds, you\'ve already wasted enough of my time.\"

\"Have I?\" he asked, sounding slightly bored.

\"Yes,\" I replied. \"And if you\'re looking for a ruddy sex tutor, you better look somewhere else. I don\'t have to teach you anything, in fact-\" For a moment I stopped struggling, \"I don\'t have to do anything you want me to.\"

\"Don\'t you?\" His voice was thick with menace. \"Are you absolutely sure of that?\" he hissed.

I had only stopped fighting in the hopes that it would trick him into letting me go. But now I felt paralyzed, a chill running through me as he roughly pulled me towards him, his fingers still tightly wrapped around my wrists.

\"I assure you,\" he whispered, jerking me forward so that his wine-scented breath wafted against my face. \"That if I decided to make you do something, you would do it.\"

I felt the blood draining from my face as I stared up into his cold, glittering black eyes. After a few moments, he released me and I fell backward onto the bed.

\"And you would have no more choice in the matter than your friend Tony had when I directed him to depart the premises and leave his wine behind,\" he said.

\"Are you some kind of hypnotist?\" I asked, fearfully.

He laughed again, raising a hand to brush back the oily locks from his face. \"Let\'s just say that I can be very persuasive when I so choose,\" he answered, stepping toward the bed.

I closed my eyes and shivered. \"Please don\'t hurt me,\" I whispered.

\"Of course not,\" he said, his voice suddenly low and soothing. \"I do not intend to hurt you, I simply wish to learn more about the delights of sexual intercourse.\" He paused and bent down so that I felt the heat of his breath across my neck. \"To discover what exquisite sensations can be created in the joining of male to female.\"

I felt his hand upon my hip, the fingertips barely grazing against the skin.

\"And you are quite capable of instucting me in these matters, aren\'t you?\"

His hand moved down to my bum, his palm feeling surprisingly warm against my goose bumps.

\"Besides,\" he said, allowing his hand to roam down to my inner thigh. \"You don\'t really want me to leave, do you?\"

I intended to reply, very angrily, that that was exactly what I wanted. But as I opened my eyes and turned over, his hand suddenly shifted to my pussy, the fingertips making contact with my still-painfully-aroused clit. I closed my eyes and found myself moving my legs far apart as my hips rose into the air, eager for him to continue the motion.

He bent down over me, covering my body with his as he continued to caress me.

\"Brazen,\" he chuckled.

My only response was a muffled moan.

\"Teach me another position,\" he murmured into my ear, pausing to kiss the vein that was pulsing on the side of my neck. \"I promise that I\'ll permit you to have an orgasm this time.\"

My eyes flew open again.

Shit, he had been deliberately turning me on and then stopping before I could come.

I opened my mouth to call him a cheeky twit, and then felt his lips covering my own, his left hand caressing my back as his prick jabbed into my belly. The kiss was long and unhurried, and I found myself eagerly taking his tongue into my mouth as he continued to stroke my pussy with his fingers.

\"All right,\" I said, feeling slightly breathless as I broke off the kiss.

\"Good,\" he replied, a satisfied smile on his face as he drew away from me.

He got to his feet, pushing the reading lamp back towards the headboard so that it would be out of the way.

I stared up at him through narrowed eyes, as my mind quickly ran through various possibilities. So he wanted to learn a new position, did he? Let\'s see how cool and collected he would be after I offered to let him take me from behind.

Turning over onto my hands and knees, I arched my back and wiggled my arse in the air.

\"Okay, honey,\" I said, looking over my shoulder and trying to sound much more confident than I felt. \"Here\'s a new position.\" I turned away to look at the wall in front of me. \"It\'s called doggie-style, because-\"

\"For obvious reasons,\" he said, as I felt him clamber onto the mattress behind me.

I allowed myself a small grin as I felt his hands on my hips, the end of his cock beginning to probe into me.

\"Although-\" he said, suddenly pulling away.

His right arm moved down to wrap around my waist, and I cried out in surprise as he effortlessly picked me up and placed me back down with my face pointing towards the headboard.

Christ, the kid was a lot stronger than he looked.

\"I think it would be more enjoyable to do it facing this way,\" he said, indicating the mirror that attached to the wall above the bed.

He positioned himself between my legs again and I felt the fingers of his left hand twining through my hair.

\"After all,\" he said, tightening his grip and pulling back on the tresses so that my chin was forced upward. \"Why shouldn\'t the stud be allowed to watch the bitch\'s face as he mounts her?\"

\"Hey!\" I protested, feeling tears come to my eyes as he continued to tug on my hair, \"You just said-\"

\"That I would not hurt you,\" he finished, releasing his hold and rubbing his fingers against my injured scalp for a moment. \"Quite right, although you must promise in turn,\" he said, snaking his left arm around my body and grasping my chin firmly with his hand, \"To keep your head up so that I may watch your responses.\"

For a second, I considered asking him if he intended to take notes, but decided I couldn\'t risk getting him mad again.

\"Okay, I will,\" I said, nodding my head as best I could with his fingers still gripped tightly around my chin. \"You don\'t need to keep holding me like this.\"

In the mirror, I saw his lips twitch slightly.

\"Ah, but perhaps I enjoy the sensation of keeping you-\" He paused and brought his right hand up to carefully brush my hair back, \"-confined.\"

I was unable to keep from shivering, and it had nothing to do with the gust of air that was blowing over me from the fans.

Bugger, the git\'s interested in bondage too.

Being tied up was always pretty scary, never being quite sure what the guy was going to do to you. Despite his promise not to hurt me, I really didn\'t feel like letting this borderline psychopath know that there was a supply of chains and silk scarves in one of the top drawers of the bureau.

But to my surprise, he merely laughed and took his hand away from my chin. Moving closer to me, he rose up on his knees and looked down as he reached out to grasp his todger.

I stared at his reflection, noticing again how horribly pale he was. The dark color of his nipples and reddened erection stood out in sharp contrast to the rest of him, and I saw that my light tan looked positively brown against his death-like pallor.

The kid must never get out in the sun, I thought.

He raised his head and caught me staring at his face. As he looked into my eyes, the fan caught his hair and the dark locks were swept backward, fluttering for a moment in the breeze. I suddenly had the image of him standing upon a windswept hillside, wrapped in a long, dark cloak that billowed dramatically around him.

I blinked and shook my head, wondering where the hell that picture had come from, as I heard him laugh again.

\"Interesting,\" he said. \"Now keep watching.\"

I gulped and forced myself to keep looking at his reflection in the mirror as he nudged my legs farther apart and began to penetrate me. His mouth was slightly open, his teeth barely visible as he focused his eyes upon my face while driving his hips forward. He seemed to have no trouble with the slightly different angle of this position, easily sliding his cock into my passage and burying himself to the hilt. He closed his eyes for a moment and raised his head to take in a deep, contented breath. Then his eyes sprung open, and he focused upon my face as he reached to grasp my hips with his hands. With a prolonged, guttural roar, he began to pound into me furiously.

I matched his movements, my own breath coming in gasps and grunts as I swayed back and forth. Our cries and the squeaking of the bed springs fell into a loud, frenzied rhythm. There was something very primeval and animalistic about this coupling, and I saw that his top lip was now drawn all the way back. It wasn\'t a smile, exactly, and yet he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. His chest was rising and falling as he began to gulp in air, his fingers gripping so tightly into my flesh that I was sure I was going to have bruise marks.

\"Fin-\", he shouted, before stopping abruptly and biting down hard upon his lower lip.

\"Finish?\" I gasped, still rocking back and forth against him.

\"No!\" he yelled, releasing his grip and moving his hands up to my shoulders,forcing me to hold still. \"No, not yet,\" he panted.

I stared at his image in amazement. I could feel his prick throbbing wildly, and yet there was no fountain of cum spurting inside of me.

\"After all,\" he said, releasing his grip and allowing his fingers to brush against the skin of my upper arms, \"I did promise to make the experience fulfilling to you this time.\"

His hands moved down and I cried out as he began to play with my tits.

\"Yes, you may move again,\" he said, his voice husky but calmer now.

I groaned as he began to run his palms in a circular motion over the hardened peaks of my nipples. Maybe it was due to the fact that the fans were blowing full-blast on our sweat-covered bodies, but those pink buds were even larger and firmer than they had been after I had applied the ice cubes. Although I had seen several scars upon his pale fingers, the skin covering the heels of his hands was surprisingly soft, and I found myself pressing against them to increase the friction, even as my arse bobbed excitedly up against his torso.

Then his right hand began to drift very slowly down my belly, the forefinger tracing a line from my ribcage to my navel and down to my moist thatch of pubic hair. I closed my eyes and let out another soft moan, but his hand suddenly moved away.

\"Keep your eyes open and focused on the mirror,\" he said, moving forward and bestowing a line of small kisses and nibbles from my shoulder to my neck.

\"I-\" I sputtered, trying to turn my head to look at him directly.

\"You promised me,\" he said, this time sucking in firmly upon the soft flesh at my nape.

\"Yes, but-\" I protested, grinding back against him.

His left hand had dropped down now, and he was delicately holding my swollen lips apart. \"Look up,\" he said, as his right hand stroked against my inner thighs.

I forced my head back and opened my eyes. He lifted his head slightly as well, and our eyes met in the mirror as he finally moved his hand up to begin caressing my clit.

A deep growl arose from my throat, and I gritted my teeth as I began to move from side to side as well, desperate to keep myself in contact with his fingers. \"Oh, god, please, there,\" I moaned, as he brushed against a particularly sensitive spot.

He kept the pressure focused on that area, at the same time continuing to shove himself deeply into me. I somehow managed to keep looking at the mirror, although I was so focused upon my own pleasure that I was only vaguely aware of the sight of our heaving bodies. I clutched at the sheet beneath me, finding it harder and harder to keep my head up, and yet knowing that if I looked away again, he might never allow me to come. And then suddenly my eyes met his in the mirror, and I gazed into those jet-black irises for just a fraction of a second before I suddenly felt myself coming. I shrieked loudly, literally seeing sparks before my eyes as I collapsed down upon the pillows. He fell with me, my pussy clenching tightly around his prick.

He waited until my spasms had subsided before whispering in my ear, \"Definitely a victory for slitherin\'.\"

But before I could form any kind of comeback to that bizarre remark, I was moaning in despair as he slowly pulled out of me.

Shit, the son of a bitch was still hard.

\"You sound dissatisfied,\" he said, his voice rather annoyed. \"Surely you are not going to pretend that you did not climax?\" he asked, pushing off from the bed.

\"Jesus Christ, aren\'t you ever going to come?\" I murmured into the pillow.

His deep laugh echoed through the room as I wearily flopped over and spread my legs, keeping my eyes closed.

\"Oh, most certainly,\" he replied, and I heard him pick up the wineglass and take another large swallow. \"As soon as I am ready to bring this enchanted encounter to its conclusion.\"

\"Don\'t you mean enchanting?\" I grumbled. I opened my eyes and saw that he was pouring another glass of wine for himself.

\"Oh, you must know I am extremely fastidious in my choice of words,\" he replied, raising the glass to his lips. \"This is thirsty work,\" he noted, tilting his head back and draining the wine.

As he helped himself to more, I wearily rubbed my eyes and wondered if I should tell him to go a little easier on the liquor. But I stayed quiet and he looked over at me with some amusement as I spread my legs farther apart.

\"I did warn you that you might be a little sore ere this evening was over,\" he said, sitting down upon the bed and raising the glass in a mock toast to me.

\"So you did,\" I said, keeping my eyes upon his face as I added, to myself, \"You little bastard.\"

\"Well, it\'s really your fault,\" he said, taking another sip.

Now there was the slightest hint of pink upon his cheeks, and I found myself glad that he was gulping the wine down so rapidly. With any luck, he just might get totally pissed and be much more easier to handle.

\"My fault?\"

\"Yes, you did make that rather disparaging remark to Tony about me,\" he said, shrugging his shoulders. \"It was then that I decided that, if you were going to be talking about me to other customers, it would be to testify to my astounding endurance rather than laughing at my-\" He paused and frowned down into the wine. \"-shortcomings.\"

\"Crap,\" I exclaimed, sitting up. \"I swear I wouldn\'t tell anyone about that.\"

He snorted and looked unconvinced.

\"Especially,\" I said, suddenly having an idea, \"I swear, I mean I absolutely swear that I wouldn\'t say anything to-\"

Oh, what the fuck was the son\'s name? I had forgotten it again.

His head was tilted to the side as he waited for me to continue.

\"To the Rosiers,\" I said.

He laughed and shook his head.

\"Oh, I don\'t think I have to worry about that,\" he said. \"I am sure that neither the son nor the father will be visiting you again.\" He stood up and put the glass back down upon the table. \"It is no longer fitting for them to be seen with one of your kind,\" he added.

\"Graduated to a better class of whores?\" I asked, feeling insulted.

\"Not precisely,\" he answered, absentmindedly rubbing his left forearm.

\"Besides,\" I said, turning over on my side. \"How can I talk about you to anyone? You didn\'t even give me your real name.\"

He turned to stare at me a moment, his left eyebrow rising up in the air.

\"No, I didn\'t,\" he said, shrugging and turning back to pour himself another glass. \"Want to try and guess it?\"

\"Rumplestiltskin,\" I spat out.

He laughed again, this time managing to spill a few drops of wine over his hand. \"No, but you\'re closer than you think,\" he said, sitting back down on the bed.

\"I\'ll let you have three more guesses,\" he said, holding out three fingers of his left hand. \"And I\'ll even give you a hint,\" he whispered, leaning down towards me. \"I\'m named after a Roman Emperor.\"

\"Julius?\"

He shook his head.

\"Mark Anthony?\"

He rolled his eyes. \"He was not a Roman Emperor,\" he informed me, haughtily.

Oh, okay. I wracked my brains, trying to think of another name. Maybe he was named after the guy that the BBC had done that miniseries on.

\"Claudius?\"

\"No,\" he replied, taking another sip. \"I guess you\'ll just have to refer to me as-\" He murmured something as he turned away to put the glass back down.

\"Maggots?\" I repeated, startled.

\"No, you bint,\" he said, looking really peeved now. \"Magus, M-A-G-U-S!\"

\"All right, all right, I\'m sorry, Magus,\" I said.

He looked slightly mollified. \"Well, I suppose,\" he said, his hand drifting down to his cock as he ran his eyes over me, \"That a classical education is hardly a prerequisite for one in your profession.\"

He reached out suddenly and I barely managed to keep from shying away as his fingers drifted across my chest. A small smile crossed his lips as he began to recite something:

\"His hand, as proud of such a dignity,
Smoking with pride, march’d on to make his stand
On her bare breast, the heart of all her land;
Whose ranks of blue veins, as his hand did scale,
Left their round turrets destitute and pale.\"

\"That sounds like Shakespeare?\" I guessed.

\"Yes,\" he replied, moving to lie down beside me.

\"Taking about someone\'s tits?\" I asked. \"What play is it from?\"

He glowered at me as he propped himself up on his elbow. \"It is from the poem entitled \'The Rape of Lucrece\',\" he said.

\"Oh.\"

\"I suppose dirty limericks are more to your taste,\" he taunted. \"Let\'s see...\"

\"There was a young lady from Surrey
Whose quim was agreeably furry
She often would screw
A fellow or two
And finish them off in a hurry\"

\"Quim?\" I asked.

\"A rather archaic term for the female genitalia,\" he replied, lazily, as he began to work his hand between my legs. \"Ah, good,\" he said, drawing his hand back and squinting at his glistening fingertips. \"You are still quite prepared for me.\"

I bit down on my lip. I was still wet, but definitely more than a little sore.

\"And I believe it is time,\" he said, moving onto his back, \"For you to continue my lessons.\"

Fuck. So much for hoping he\'d be too drunk to perform.