Fun With Potions

A/N: This is just a little smutlet; definitely classified as PWP? Oh, and for a more in depth story with Samantha, check out my work in progress \"Alluring Misery.\"

Disclaimer: I do not, by any means whatsoever, own any of J.K. Rowling\'s creations. However, Samantha Sinclair is mine.

Rating: NC-17. For sex, sexual situations, BDSM.


Fun With Potions
By Veritas

The Gryffindors and the Slytherins were nearly finished cleaning up after an interesting double Potions class. Well, Samantha Sinclair always found them interesting. Today the 7th year Slytherin stayed after the lesson, as she did every day; she wasn\'t one for subtlety. Soon she and Professor Snape were the only ones left in the classroom, and Sam took her time at the wash area cleaning her tools. She ran her finger along the blade of her small knife, the metal ice cold from the freezing water that had cleansed it. Her pale blue eyes followed the trail of her finger, fascinated, her delicate flesh gliding over the insensitive blade.

Suddenly, arms reached from behind Sam and wrapped around her waist tightly, making her jump and the evil metal sliced into her finger, whether or not she had helped it. Samantha cried out softly as she watched the deep red blood ooze from her. She tried to turn to see who the person was, although she knew, but the person wouldn\'t let her. Taking her hand, she felt-but could not see-as her finger was plunged into warm wetness, and a tongue slid over the wound slowly, tantalizingly. Sam closed her eyes, breathing deep, afraid that she would pass out onto the cold stone floor. Her finger continued to be violated slowly; agonizingly slowly. Then, her bloody finger was dropped and Sam was pulled backward, the arms still tight around her waist. The person lifted her up and she felt the cool, hard wood of one of the long tables that the students usually sat at. The Slytherin finally looked at her attacker and it was, of course, Severus Snape.

\"Professor Snape,\" Sam acknowledged, her ice blue eyes glittering wickedly.

Snape replied back by grabbing her short skirt and pushing it up to her waist. He smirked; she wasn\'t wearing anything underneath.

Sam noticed his sneer. \"It saves time.\" She said, her heart rate increasing by the minute.

Snape\'s look turned to one of appreciation and he caught Sam off guard by suddenly plunging a finger into her wet depths and slamming his mouth on hers.
Sam\'s eyes widened for a split second before she began to return his furious kisses, their mouths ravaging each other\'s.

She opened her legs wide and bed bed his working finger and pushed it further inside herself, moaning against his mouth and tongue.

Snape quickly pushed another finger inside her, making Sam buck her hips toward him and thus pushing them deep inside her wetness. He moved his fingers in and out fast, his thumb now rubbing her sore and swollen clit.

Samantha gasped and broke away from him. \"Professor, please,\" she said, her voice somewhat ragged.

He knew what she wanted, but his fingers stopped. \"What?\"
\"Fuck me...\" she told him.

\"Mmm?\" he asked again, looking confused.

\"Professor,\" Sam pleaded, slipping out of her Slytherin robe, the whole time with Snape\'s two fingers still inside her. She then took off her grey sweater and the button up white shirt, and lastly her black lace bra. Samantha now had on only her skirt and her knee high black boots. \"Please?\"

Snape looked down at her over his hooked nose, his black eyes a stark contrast to her very pale blue ones.

\"What do you want me to do to you?\" her teacher asked her sternly, his fingers still inside her; he shoved them hard inside her suddenly, and Sam gasped, her eyes clouded in lust.

\"I want you to grab me by the arms and slam me against that wall,\" she gestured to one, \"and I want you to force yourself on me... in me...\"

Samantha was becoming more wet, Snape was noticing with relish.

Sam fought against pulling down Snape\'s pants herself hurrhurrying things up, but she kept her composure. \"I want you to fuck me so hard that I scream, that I scream in real pain. I want your cock inside me, Severus, please.....\" she rasped, looking at him with pure desire.

Snape suddenly pulled his fingers out of her. \"What did you call me?\" he asked, his voice murderous.

\"I....I...\" Sam stuttered, fear quickly replacing lust.

\"Never call me by my first name ever again, do you understand me?\" he spat, grabbing her chin with the hand that he had fucked her with. Sam winced as she felt her own fluids touch her face. \"I am your teacher, your superior, and I will not tolerate being called anything less.\"

\"Yes, sir, Professor.\" She replied in a small voice.

\"Lie down.\" Came his sudden command.

\"Wha-?\"

\"LIE DOWN.\" He rumbled, his eyes vicious.

Samantha did as she was told, and suddenly ropes wrapped around her wrists and ankles, binding her spread-eagle on the table. She was silent, but the evil sneer tugging at her lips gave her away.

Snape suddenly swooped down on the table, his black robes billowing behind him. He knelt in between her legs and brandished his wand, looking at it thoughtfully. His black eyes glittering mischievously, Snape jammed his wand inside her roughly, making Sam strain against the ropes.

\"Do you need to be taught a lesson, Miss Sinclair?\" he asked as he withdrew the wand and promptly pushed it back in.

Samantha strained her neck, her eyes at the ceiling, her nipples very erect.

\"I\'ll take that as a yes.\" Snape said, slamming the wand inside her harder. A very small noise passed Samantha\'s lips.

\"I didn\'t catch that.\" He said, his thumb finding her clit.

Sam let out a hissing breath at this, every muscle in her body tense, her teeth clenched.

\"You just want to get on with it, don\'t you?\" Snape asked quietly, continuing to torture her.

Sam gasped. \"Yes-\"

\"Fine then,\" and Snape removed his wand and unzipped his pants. Very slowly, he positioned himself over her glistening opening, and Samantha laid there, her chest heaving, her eyes watching his cock hungrily, anticipating.

\"Oh, I suppose you\'d like a little more fun...\" Snape said, and removed the bindings on her ankles with a sweep of his hand. He then grabbed her ankles and pushed them up, very far, nearly to her ears.

Then, with their eyes locked, Snape rammed his cock inside her slick depths; Sam cried out, her back arched as much as it could with her arms tied down.
He began to work fast, their skin slapping together and Samantha\'s breasts bouncing to the rhythm.

\"The teachers are always better than the students,\" Sam commented breathlessly, a wicked grin on her lips. With that, Snape leaned over her more and bit down hard on her bottom lip, producing blood. He sucked on it as he fucked her, groans slipping from Sam\'s lips.

\"Oh Professor...\" Sam moaned, meeting his quick thrusts with abandon.

Snape slowed his rhythm to an agonizing pace, moving in and out of her teasingly, his black hair falling in front of his deep dark eyes.

Sam was gasping now, her pale eyes lustful as she looked into his. She writhed under him, wanting him to move faster, but he only bent down again, his mouth hungrily devouring hers.

She moaned into his mouth, the feeling of his large cock moving slowly in and out of her making her all the more wet. Samantha\'s ankles were resting on his shoulders, her knees bent, his hands on either side of her head for leverage.

\"I noticed you were paying particularly close attention to me today in class, Miss Sinclair,\" Snape commented, his voice deep.

\"Did you Professor?\" Samantha replied, knowing full well what he was getting at. \"I didn\'t distract you, I hope.\"

Snape thrust into her harder, his black eyes fierce. \"It was a good thing I was wearing so many robes, Miss Sinclair, or else the students would have been in for quite a shock.\" Her professor quickened his pace once more, as if punishing her.

Sam moaned loudly, arching her back. \"You know how much that turns me on; touching myself in class... with the other students sitting around me having absolutely no idea what is going on...\" The Slytherin gasped, craning her neck to watch as he slammed into her. \"Well, I think Malfoy caught me once...\" Sam laughed darkly. \"He was quite surprised.\"

\"Indeed?\" Snape could no longer hide the fact that he was breathing very hard.

\"What do you think of the little git, Professor? I think he\'d fuck quite well...\" Sam caught Snape\'s eye. \"Or would you prefer Potter?\" She grinned evilly.

\"You\'d like to see that, wouldn\'t you?\" He asked, groaning loudly as he felt Sam convulse slightly around his member.

\"I think I just answered your question, didn\'t I?\" She replied huskily, straining against the ropes; she was getting close.

\"Almost there, Miss Sinclair? Good... very good...\"

Samantha squeezed her eyes shut, groaning in agony. \"Ahhh, Professor.... Oh my god.... I want to see it... let me see it...\" she pleaded, struggling with her bindings.

Snape gritted his teeth, almost there himself, and pushed up his left sleeve, revealing the tattoo that was branded on his inner arm.

Her pale eyes devoured the Dark Lord\'s seal lustfully and she leaned up and licked it roughly, her tongue tracing the snake as it had done numerous times before.

Snape threw back his head and groaned, his eyes wild.

With mounting tension Samantha started tightening around him, her insides screaming in pleaure/pain. \"AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!\" Sam screamed as she came; a beat later Snape came as well, pumping his hot fluid into her. She lay there, her body convulsing violently, licking her lips as she looked up at her teacher.

Snape slid out of her, zipped up his pants and straightened his robes. He turned back to her, \"That\'s a weeks detention, Miss Sinclair,\" her professor quipped, his voice severe, \"and fifty points from Slytherin. I will not tolerate that kind of behaviour at this school.\" He smirked, leaning forward and rubbing her swollen clit. Samantha jumped at his touch, her ears still buzzing and she moaned faintly. Snape turned swiftly and wd tod toward the door, and for a fleeting moment Sam feared he was going to leave her there tied to the table, but as he came to the door Professor Snape turned and pointed his wand at her bindings, freeing her, and he exited the room in a swirl of black robes.

\"Until next time.\" Samantha thought to herself, smirking.