Secrets, Desire, and The Potions Master

Beg? He wanted me to beg? More than I had all ready been? But, I thought, how could I plead any more? I could not see very well due to the wetness in my eyes. With a small chuckle, he leaned over me and placed a small, almost chaste kiss upon my brow. "I'll just have to take your word for it," he said as I swallowed back a sob of frustration. He was enjoying prolonging my torment, I knew. My eyes glued to his face, I failed to notice what he was doing with his hands until I felt cold dampness near my thighs. Water? Cold water? I shivered and tried to close my legs.

"Open them," he commanded, and my eyes caught the sight of a glass of some kind of amber liquid, with a few ice-cubes floating within in, upon the table next to the bed, along with, of all things, a goldfish swimming in lazy circles about a small, round glass bowl. A goldfish? Professor Snape had never struck me as the type to own pets. Perhaps it was merely there awaiting usage in a potion. My curiosity was banished by the sudden sensation of cold, dampness sliding across the nub of my sex. The contrast between the temperatures causing me to cry out in shocked pleasure.

Every nerve ending in my body was flaming. I wanted release so badly now that I think, if my hands were free, I would have solved the problem myself. I think he knew that and that was one of the reasons for the bonds now holding me in place. As I writhed within my own sweet agony, I observed him lowering himself down my trembling form, trailing a line of butterfly kisses across both hardened nipples, sucking on each in turn before continuing downwards until he was placed, once more, near the apex of my shaking, parted thighs.

During this time, I still felt the chill of cube of ice he had been slowly stroking me with and felt suddenly so much closer to climaxing. He removed the cube of ice and I tried to bite back the cry of pleasure I felt as his mouth closed upon my engorged clitoris, sucking and softly biting at the same time. Oh, it was exquisite pleasure. I moaned rather loudly and bucked my hips towards his face, wanting more than a teasing few strokes of his tongue.

Wriggling a finger within my tightness, I knew he brushed against my unstretched maidenhead once more, he alternated between twirling the tip of his tongue across the most tender part of my body and cooling me with the swiftly melting piece of ice. My breathing raced to meet my heart's pounding and I knew, as he pumped his finger within and out of me quickly, that I was so close....so very close. "Do not come unless I give you permission," he said, lifting his dark eyes to mine. His face was covered with a mixture of my juices and water from the ice-cube, "Do you understand?"

"Y-yes..." I gasped, my breasts heaving as I struggled to make sense of his command. How could I stop myself from something I felt I had no control over and had been wanting and needing ever since that evening within his dungeon classroom. I had closed my eyes again and heard and felt him moving away from me. A moment later I heard the sound of soft splashing and thought he was fetching another ice-cube. My body tensed in anticipatory excitement. Yet, what I felt next I still find difficult to explain properly. His mouth upon the my flesh, I felt something writhe, wet and slippery, cold, inside of me before being sucked out and I whimpered, as I chanced to open my eyes and see that the fishbowl was now empty.

I could guess what happened to it. Three times I felt him release the animal into my body, to feel it thrash against my pulsating walls before he drew it out once more. When I could take no more, he sat up and spat the fish, none the worse for wear, although probably a bit frightened, back into the bowl. I spared little thought for the fish. He would become potion ingredients on the morrow, I knew.

He was merely here to serve a purpose tonight. His finger still within me, he stroked my clitoris, laying across my body now so that I could feel own heart beating against my chest. Licking and biting across my throat, not as gently this time, he paused near my ear to whisper, "Scream when you come for me..." I thought about walls and wondered how thick they were, "No one shall hear but I...Scream for me...now..." and he stroked me faster, moving his face towards mine to capture my mouth in a bruising kiss.

His tongue matching the rhythm of his finger within my tender, pulsing dampness, I could hold back no longer. The heat prickled across my flesh, starting where his hands were doing wonderful things to me and exploding outwards throughout my body. I screamed words that made no sense as my climax ran like wet waves throughout my body, cresting over and over as I lifted my hips from the bed with each passage.

Almost before I'd finished, I cracked my eyelids open and saw the look of sheer satisfaction flashing across his features as he positioned himself between my knees. I wanted him inside of me more than I ever had before and tried to let him know this without speaking by jerking myself towards him. "I promised not to hurt you," he said, his voice trembling slightly. I could feel the tip of his hardness pressing against my entrance, "But you may still feel some discomfort...be still and I will try to ease the pain as much as I can..." I didn't care if he threw petrol over me and lit a match, as long as he stopped speaking and just got on with fucking me!

With a quick thrust of his hips in a downward motion he was partly within me. I wanted to cling to him, but could not. So I settled for wrapping my legs tighter about his waist and digging my heels into the small of his back. He'd paused above me for a moment before continuing the downward thrust, breaking through my virgin barrier with a low growl. The pain was slight in comparison to the pleasure I knew was awaiting me. I felt tears stinging my eyes again and scolded myself for allowing them to fall, once more, down my cheeks.

I wasn't crying out of sadness or frustration any longer. He drew his tongue across my cheeks, kissed my closed eyes and began to move inside of me, at first slowly, knowing that my body needed a bit of time to get used to him, and then faster, pushing my knees upwards as he gained speed. The bed shook with every thrust and I met them with an involuntary jerk of my hips; an ancient and primal dance. His eyes flashed with a dark passion as we moved together, crying, whimpering and moaning aloud together, upon his bed within his room while everyone else passed the night in hopefully restful sleep. He pulled out of me at the moment of his own climax.

I felt my thighs sprayed with his seed, sticky-wet and warm from his body. A few moments later he had left me and I watched, through hazy eyes, as he summoned a wash cloth and a bowl of water from thin air, placing them next to the fishbowl. I didn't speak as he cleaned me. Thankful the water was warm and not merely tepid. He withdrew a phial from somewhere, I am not certain where, exactly, and held it to my mouth. Parting my lips, he bade me drink.

"It will help you sleep and..." he glanced down to where he'd drawn the sheet up over my naked form, my legs together now as exhaustion washed over me suddenly, "Mend..."

I wasn't sure how long it was until I felt him release my wrists from the bonds and settle down against me beneath the sheets and coverlet. I rolled over and felt him pulling me back against him. I sighed and felt whatever he'd given me begin to work. My mind drifted off. The last thing I felt was one of his hands upon my bare breast while the other snaked between my legs as he breathed upon the nape of my neck. I knew he'd fallen asleep even before I had.