The Exposure

Chapter Thirty

          He removes his coat and tosses it aside as he stalks over to you, his hands untying his cravat and shoving it into his pocket. His eyes roam over your bare form as he rolls up his sleeves, exposing those forearms you daydream about often. His calculated steps bring him closer, until he stands directly beside you, his eyes delving dangerously into yours.

          He lifts his wand over you and lightly touches the tip of it to your forehead. "That dirty...little...mind," he utters seductively, slowly, gently dragging the tip down your nose, over your lips and chin, down your neck. His dark eyes fixate on your soft skin. He moves the wand down between your breasts, the tickle of it making you want to squirm. His eyes catch the tiniest jerk of your hips, a smirk on his face.

          He slides further down, over your stomach, lower, lower, lower beneath your navel. He approaches your ache at an excruciating pace and your breath hitches as you wait for contact. Just before he reaches it, he lifts his wand and repeats the entire journey. You squirm with arousal and stifle a little whine. "Now, now..." the timbre of his voice echoes in response, "We will teach you self-control..."

          Starting at your forehead and dragging down your body again, finally his wand makes its way beneath your navel for the second time and slides over your mons, the tip lightly grazing the skin above your clit. You hold your breath as you feel a warmth rising in your midsection, followed by the lightest tickle inside you.

          "Your behavior both in class and at dinner has been unacceptable, so I'm afraid it is imperative that you learn to sit still..." the tickle grows into a soft vibration and your hips buckle in response, "...no matter the situation," the vibrations increase in intensity and you gasp, "Oh..."

          "You'll have to do better than that," he scolds with a smirk. "Do try to restrain yourself." The tip of his wand slowly slides down your slit and sends strong vibrations through your body. You feel your insides clench, your back arching. Your mouth opens in pleasure as you try to control your movements. He touches the tip of the wand to your clit and your breathing becomes erratic at the intensity of the vibrations, tremors of pleasure approaching in waves. "I...I–!" Your hips buckle, your gasps filling the room. You feel his large hand grasp your breast, a low rumble in his chest. You collapse into your orgasm, moaning loudly.

          You feel ropes knotting around your wrists and ankles suddenly, forcing your legs and arms open wide and restraining you to the desk. You look at Snape with surprise and confusion.

          "Once you have proven yourself capable of showing no external signs of your...excitement, I will release you." Your body trembles under his gaze as his eyes slowly scan down your naked form.

          His fingers lightly graze your skin down your side, past your hip, down your thigh and calf, sending shivers down your spine. Moving to the end of the desk, he rakes the tips of his fingers along the arch of your foot, making you squirm and gasp.

          "However, it would appear that we have a long night ahead of us," he says wryly.

          Snape's eyes drop from your face down your body, stopping at your sex. You squirm under his watchful eye and the level of exposure. He climbs up on the desk, kneeling between your legs, his palms splayed over your soft thighs. "Now let's try again, shall we?" He leans forward and so delicately touches his lips to your aching center. He kisses, his tongue delving softly in to taste your dripping slit. 

          His kisses become deeper, longer, as you moan and gasp, "Oh...Professor, please..." His tongue gently slides up and over your clit repetitively, torturously, and you hiss his name in response. Your feel the tingling of pleasure in your fingers, on your tongue, seething from your core. His large hands grasp you, his bare forearms resting on the soft flesh of your thighs.