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Punishment
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
11,919
Reviews:
78
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hot and Cold
Attn: I only own that which you do not recoginze- what you do recognize belong to J.K Rowling....unfortunatly
Warnings: non-con, bondage and some dominance don\'t like- don\'t read
7:58 found Alex at the entrance way to Snape\'s private labs. She feared being late, shuddering to think of what might happen if she were. She was frozen to the spot. She had to go in. She wanted to go in, at the same time repulsed at what this detention might bring. It had been a week to the day. Her mind flashed back to hot writhing flesh on a hard wooden surface. Her body flushed with heat suddenly in contrast to the cool dungeons. She did not want to keep him waiting.
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Snape sat on a plush velvet blood red chair in his private lab he had brought from his quarters. Staring at the clock and drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair. Waiting for her. If she was late, he would have no mercy tonight. He believed that Patience is a virtue, and he had waited. But for her to not be prompt felt like she was disrespecting him, and that would not be tolerable. 10 seconds exactly until 8 o\'clock. Why was she just waiting outside the damn door? Did she want to be late on purpose? She was anxious. She wanted to come in, didn\'t want to upset him. Yet was completely ready for more, and disgusted by it at the same time. She didn\'t know how she felt. he grunted, females.
As soon as the clock chimed eight, she stepped through the wards.
\"Perfect timing my dear. One more second, and you would\'ve been late.\" He purred.
She stood there and fidgeted with her robes. He patted his lap as a gesture for her to sit on his lap. She slowly walked forward, trembling slightly. The walk across the room seemed to take forever. She slowly sat at the edge of his lap, very stiffly. He chuckled,
\"Relax.\"
He undid the clasp to her robes and let it slip off her shoulders. Pulling her deeper into his lap, he inhaled her scent. He sighed, rosewater and daffodils. So fitting for the flower that she was. He ran his hand through the silky gold strands of her hair. Wrapping the other hand across her waist, stroking her stomach. He pushed her hair to the side, kissing her neck. Gently at first and then with increasing hunger.
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She closed her eyes tight. His mouth on her neck was warm and inviting. She gasped as he snaked a hand up her shirt, stroking her breasts. A burning had settled low in her stomach. The hand that was in her hair joined the other and teased her, rolling both nipples into hardened peaks. The sensation in her chest seemed to create lightning and connect to the burning in her skirt. She moaned deep in her throat and forgot all time and place. Everything seemed to melt together. Nothing mattered except the ache consuming her. She needed something. She needed more. What of she didn\'t quite know. She started moving in his lap, rubbing her legs together to get any kind of friction she could. She remembered herself when a reverberating voice broke her reverie.
\"Not yet, Alexandria.......wait....\"
She moaned at the way her name sounded on his tongue, and remembering his tongue on her and what that had done last week rose her temperature another ten degrees. He slid her skirt up slowly, teasing her skin as he went. Closer he came to his target, and where she so desperately needed contact.
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She was whimpering now. His breathing had long since been ragged and hot with wanting. How he wanted to just plunge in her silk folds and take her, claiming her...again. But he was a decent man, and wanted to pleasure her first. Plus it was soooo hot the way she was moving against him. Her ass kept rubbing his already hard cock in just the right way. He finally found his target, moving her panties aside, and flicked a finger over her clit, delving into her soaked center. She clawed at his knees and thighs, her head pointed towards the ceiling. Her eyes tight shut in excruciating pleasure. Time for lesson two, he thought. He slowed down his pace, feeling her throb and squeeze around his finger. She was a sight to behold. She started sobbing with frustration. He spoke softly to her.
\"What\'s wrong, my pet?\" She just shook her head gasping.
\"You need to tell me what\'s wrong... what you want, or I cannot help you.\"
Realizing the implications of his words, her eyes shot open. Her breath hitched in her throat. She managed to get out
\"You know what I want...\" He chuckled. She wasn\'t in Ravenclaw for nothing.
\"Yes, I do. But I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say you need it. I want to hear you beg me.\" She shut her eyes tight again. He sped up a little, bringing her to the edge again, and slowed back down.
\"Please........... I need it.......so bad........I can\'t take this any more....I need you.....\"
The last three words said broke him, with a pinch and a stroke later, she cried out. He shoved her off him, onto her back and freed his aching erection before she had fully finished and slammed into her, renewing her screams of pleasure. With a few hard thrusts, and her nails clawing his back, he was spent into her.
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She swore she blacked out for a few seconds, the intensity of her orgasm ripping through her. When she regained her breath, he was already standing over her with a scowl on his face.
\"Detention is over, Miss Owen, you may leave.\" She bit back her tears and fled. Why was she crying? Wasn\'t she glad to be leaving? Thoughts burned through her head as she ran for the showers.
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He furrowed his brow. Standing under the hot streams of water, he couldn\'t get the smell of her out of his nose, nor the feel of her off his skin. He surely was getting weak in his old age. Why was she affecting him so much? She was like a drug to him. The perfect drug. He was satiated for now. But for how long? The burning ache is already starting to come back. Last time, it had been the next day before he wanted her again, yet he forced himself to wait. He felt bound to her, he needed her. She wasn\'t just something he wanted to play with. He groaned when he gave himself a puzzle. By casting that spell on her, he didn\'t know who he had cursed- Alex, or himself.
Thank to those who reviewed! I always like to hear when my stories are being appreciated! Let me know how this went over with you all and let me know what you think!
Warnings: non-con, bondage and some dominance don\'t like- don\'t read
7:58 found Alex at the entrance way to Snape\'s private labs. She feared being late, shuddering to think of what might happen if she were. She was frozen to the spot. She had to go in. She wanted to go in, at the same time repulsed at what this detention might bring. It had been a week to the day. Her mind flashed back to hot writhing flesh on a hard wooden surface. Her body flushed with heat suddenly in contrast to the cool dungeons. She did not want to keep him waiting.
*************************
Snape sat on a plush velvet blood red chair in his private lab he had brought from his quarters. Staring at the clock and drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair. Waiting for her. If she was late, he would have no mercy tonight. He believed that Patience is a virtue, and he had waited. But for her to not be prompt felt like she was disrespecting him, and that would not be tolerable. 10 seconds exactly until 8 o\'clock. Why was she just waiting outside the damn door? Did she want to be late on purpose? She was anxious. She wanted to come in, didn\'t want to upset him. Yet was completely ready for more, and disgusted by it at the same time. She didn\'t know how she felt. he grunted, females.
As soon as the clock chimed eight, she stepped through the wards.
\"Perfect timing my dear. One more second, and you would\'ve been late.\" He purred.
She stood there and fidgeted with her robes. He patted his lap as a gesture for her to sit on his lap. She slowly walked forward, trembling slightly. The walk across the room seemed to take forever. She slowly sat at the edge of his lap, very stiffly. He chuckled,
\"Relax.\"
He undid the clasp to her robes and let it slip off her shoulders. Pulling her deeper into his lap, he inhaled her scent. He sighed, rosewater and daffodils. So fitting for the flower that she was. He ran his hand through the silky gold strands of her hair. Wrapping the other hand across her waist, stroking her stomach. He pushed her hair to the side, kissing her neck. Gently at first and then with increasing hunger.
***********************
She closed her eyes tight. His mouth on her neck was warm and inviting. She gasped as he snaked a hand up her shirt, stroking her breasts. A burning had settled low in her stomach. The hand that was in her hair joined the other and teased her, rolling both nipples into hardened peaks. The sensation in her chest seemed to create lightning and connect to the burning in her skirt. She moaned deep in her throat and forgot all time and place. Everything seemed to melt together. Nothing mattered except the ache consuming her. She needed something. She needed more. What of she didn\'t quite know. She started moving in his lap, rubbing her legs together to get any kind of friction she could. She remembered herself when a reverberating voice broke her reverie.
\"Not yet, Alexandria.......wait....\"
She moaned at the way her name sounded on his tongue, and remembering his tongue on her and what that had done last week rose her temperature another ten degrees. He slid her skirt up slowly, teasing her skin as he went. Closer he came to his target, and where she so desperately needed contact.
************************
She was whimpering now. His breathing had long since been ragged and hot with wanting. How he wanted to just plunge in her silk folds and take her, claiming her...again. But he was a decent man, and wanted to pleasure her first. Plus it was soooo hot the way she was moving against him. Her ass kept rubbing his already hard cock in just the right way. He finally found his target, moving her panties aside, and flicked a finger over her clit, delving into her soaked center. She clawed at his knees and thighs, her head pointed towards the ceiling. Her eyes tight shut in excruciating pleasure. Time for lesson two, he thought. He slowed down his pace, feeling her throb and squeeze around his finger. She was a sight to behold. She started sobbing with frustration. He spoke softly to her.
\"What\'s wrong, my pet?\" She just shook her head gasping.
\"You need to tell me what\'s wrong... what you want, or I cannot help you.\"
Realizing the implications of his words, her eyes shot open. Her breath hitched in her throat. She managed to get out
\"You know what I want...\" He chuckled. She wasn\'t in Ravenclaw for nothing.
\"Yes, I do. But I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say you need it. I want to hear you beg me.\" She shut her eyes tight again. He sped up a little, bringing her to the edge again, and slowed back down.
\"Please........... I need it.......so bad........I can\'t take this any more....I need you.....\"
The last three words said broke him, with a pinch and a stroke later, she cried out. He shoved her off him, onto her back and freed his aching erection before she had fully finished and slammed into her, renewing her screams of pleasure. With a few hard thrusts, and her nails clawing his back, he was spent into her.
*************************
She swore she blacked out for a few seconds, the intensity of her orgasm ripping through her. When she regained her breath, he was already standing over her with a scowl on his face.
\"Detention is over, Miss Owen, you may leave.\" She bit back her tears and fled. Why was she crying? Wasn\'t she glad to be leaving? Thoughts burned through her head as she ran for the showers.
*********************
He furrowed his brow. Standing under the hot streams of water, he couldn\'t get the smell of her out of his nose, nor the feel of her off his skin. He surely was getting weak in his old age. Why was she affecting him so much? She was like a drug to him. The perfect drug. He was satiated for now. But for how long? The burning ache is already starting to come back. Last time, it had been the next day before he wanted her again, yet he forced himself to wait. He felt bound to her, he needed her. She wasn\'t just something he wanted to play with. He groaned when he gave himself a puzzle. By casting that spell on her, he didn\'t know who he had cursed- Alex, or himself.
Thank to those who reviewed! I always like to hear when my stories are being appreciated! Let me know how this went over with you all and let me know what you think!