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The Tenth Rule	By : Morier Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 14890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Severus Snape felt his body recoil in shock. He did not have time to acknowledge the feeling of her lipainsainst his, how soft and full they were. Amongst his surprise he was equally indignant - how dare she invade his personal space like this, how dare she force herself upon him!

One large hand grasped her shoulder and pushed her away forcefully. Bethany stumbled backwards, her eyes hazy, breath coming in short, and shuddering gasps. Her limbs were limp and ungainly, not quite knowing what to do with herself.

The silence that hung between them felt pendulous and heavy, and through narrowed eyes and gritted teeth, Snape eventually spoke.

"You do nothing, nothing at all to quash my convictions about you. Is there any desire within you that you can contain, Miss Beddows? "

He paused, watching her. Quite obviously his words were not registering within her. She stood, dazed, swaying slightly as if intoxicated. Her cheeks were flushed, and although Snape had been aroused in an anticipatory way throughout her time in the room, he felt his pulse focus between his thighs. Though incensed by her gauche forwardness that had momentarily disrupted his command of the situation, he was nevertheless pleased that her desire drove her to such desperate and rash action. She obviously thought herself prepared for sexual activity. Well, he�d soon alter that. He would demonstrate to her in a most demeaning and unsympathetic manner that she was not as confident and ready as she clearly thought herself to be. The way he had decided to take her would almost certainly humiliate out of her the worst of her irritating brazen displays, and he would receive some gratification at last. Whilst he enjoyed the sexual torment he inflicted upon himself from his various punishments of the two girls, it was time to take his carefully thought plan to its next stage and gain some relief.

" Despite the fact I summoned you here, you have clearly arrived with one intention Miss Beddows, am I correct?"

Bethany felt a jolt. She was still reeling from what she had done. She did not regret it; but felt choking dismay that he had pushed her away. He knew her feelings, he was virtually asking her to confirm them, and for it she knew she was probably going to be punished! That was not what she had hoped would happen.

"Yes Sir," she mumbled, her voice oddly childlike.

"Very well." Professor Snape looked down at her from his superior height. " Let us dispense with this play-acting Miss Beddows; kneel."

Bethany gaped at him. Her despair and misery suddenly vanished to be replaced with astonishment.

"Sir?"

" Kneel. I will not repeat myself again."

"I don't understand�" She did, but she desperately hoped she had misunderstood. An icy unease began to creep through her.

"There's nothing to understand. If you seem so intent upon physical contact, Miss Beddows, then so be it. You've proved yourself to be quite willing. Willing, and the age of consent. "

Blinking, her eyes cast at the floor; Bethany awkwardly lowered herself to her knees, her heart thumping so rapidly the blood pulsed in her ears as the realisation of what he said to her filled her with alarm. She had not been mistaken. This was what she wanted, wasn�t it? She heard a tiny voice shout out inside her head, almost mocking her and the situation she found herself in; but not like this! Surely he didn�t expect her to�? She was still a virgin; she had no experience whatsoever and certainly not in what he was expecting her to do! She was wrong, she must have misunderstood she kept telling herself, trying to remain calm.

The stone floor was cold beneath her, and although the wound on her knee was practically healed, the pressure caused her to wince slightly. She remained rigid, kneeling as though she were in prayer. The building panic started to make her heart beat even faster. Her former excitement and arousal was dwarfed by the ever-increasing sensation of fearful apprehension. This was nothing at all as she had imagined. Should she allow this to continue? She stared down at his polished black leather shoes. She felt confused, frightened, not knowing whether she wanted this to continue or not.

"Remove your robe," spoke the voice from above her.

Though undeniably frightened, the irresistible draw to find out what actually was going to happen drove her on with dark fascination. With quivering fingers, she slipped off her robe, shrugging her shoulders slightly Bethany cast off the garment. It slithered from her form onto the floor, pooling around her. She looked as though she were kneeling in black water. Her eyes remained upon his shoes in front of her, her cheeks burning. Her stomach clenched rhythmically, and for a moment Bethany feared she was going to be sick with nerves.

"Look up at me, Miss Beddows." His voice was as dark as the gloom about them.

Bethany's head snapped up, like a puppet's, and she felt a cacophony of emotions blare within her as her eyes met Snape's. His were glittering, dangerous, hungry. Impossible though it was she believed she could see her reflection in them, her form so small compared to his. She felt completely divorced from reality; it was a bizarre sensation. What a fool she was. Much as she had yearned for Professor Snape to make another sexual approach to her, even if disguised as punishment or otherwise, she had certainly not expected it to happen this way. What had she expected? To have been romantically seduced? That when she kissed him he would have suddenly, with adoration and tenderness, make passionate love to her? She realised with anguish that fantasies were completely different to reality, and the reality was upon her in a way totally unpredicted. He was a mystifying, cold, harsh, austere authoritarian and she was foolish to think he could ever be anything different. It was also those very hard-hearted traits that had attracted her to him.

"You realise what this entails, Miss Beddows?"

Until he had said that she had desperately clung to the hope that she had misunderstood; but now she knew she hadn�t she suddenly felt very, very young and faced with a very adult situation. Once again she was engulfed in another wave of absolute panic; she was way out of her depth. Bethany did not know what the correct answer was, nor whether she should continue with this.

"I�I know what you want, Sir. But I�I don't know how."

"For someone that parades such sexual confidence you prove to be a disappointment," he intoned, his voice laden disdain. Her response hadn�t surprised him, he knew she was completely inexperienced; but this was the beginning of her humiliation, and he pondered on whether he should instruct her, or let her prove her own worth? Either would be equally exciting for him and distressing for her.

"Sir, I really don't know how," she whispered fretfully.

"Do not play innocent with me. It�s a little too late for modesty and virginal shyness now Miss Beddows, particularly after your recent amateurish attempts to be a sexually provoking as possible. You have instigated this action Miss Beddows, now it is for you to achieve its conclusion. I am certain you have heard enough from your classmates' own experiences to know what to do. If, as cla claim, you do not."

Bethany looked down suddenly, and when she looked back up at Snape again her eyes were wide with a mixture of fright and lust. Her innate need for him was battling to overcome the nervous na�ve schoolgirl in her. She wanted too, but she was frightened too�She wanted very much to be introduced into all matters of sexual experiences by Professor Snape but this was a particular practice to be performed after firstly experiencing even the most basic of sexual familiarity surely? She really didn�t know what to do; what if she did it wrong, what if the look of it repulsed her, that she hated the taste of it, that she just simply couldn�t do it?

"I don't know if I want to-"

Snape leaning down grasped her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look straight at him, cutting off her last word. His black eyes glittered cruelly.

"I hope you realise," he hissed, "that what a man hates more than anything is a tease, Miss Beddows. Most do not take kindly to a woman who is full of promise but ultimately backs away. I am one of those men. "You're eager for sexual activity you have made that more than abundantly clear to me, and you have already displayed the potential of that mouth of yours�I see no reason for an attack of conscience now."

He released her face, pushing her away slightly, before resuming his upright position. His silence urged her to begin.

Bethany felt herself trembling, both in nervousness and excitement. Despite her fears she wanted to take this dark and illicit journey into the unknown territory of adult sexual activity with none other than her stern and sinister professor of potions. All she had to do was squash her childish nervousness and willingly submit herself to all the experiences that awaited her.

She looked up and before her. The heavy teachers robe mostly covered Professor Snape's black-suited form and she just stared at the black material before her. It was obvious he had no intentions of helping her. Her hands trembled as she raised them to grasp the edges of his robe, but she almost instantly dropped them to her side. She looked up at him, her face entreating.

"Professor Snape�I�I can�t. I want to but�I�m not ready to...to do this yet�I�ve not had any experience�"

"And how do you propose to gain experience without attempting to learn?" He muttered, his voice and expression as cold as ice. She could feel the livid hostility radiating from him. Inside, he felt satisfaction churn, warm and exciting. This girl was a walking mass of predictable contradictions - this split personality that she embodied was morbidly fascinating to watch. What Snape found so wonderfully ironic was that the side she considered her most attractive - the cheap perfume, sluttish lips, teasing posture - was what he found the most boring, the most off-putting. No, what he found so delicious was the schoolgirl underneath, the fledgling girl-child, a girl seemingly so sure about what she wanted but at a complete loss as to how she would get it. How she would chew on her lower lip, how her eyes would look nervously at anything apart from him, how her slender fingers trembled.

" I�" She was at a loss for words and felt totally helpless. Bethany's heart pounded so loudly she felt it would burst, furious and bloody, from the bony confine of her ribs. She licked her lips and swallowed. Her mouth was uncomfortably dry, succeeding in trapping any words in her throat - not that any words were springing with any real ease to her tongue, anyway.

nds nds slipped by, and the silence in the room was oppressive.

" How do you feel at this moment Miss Beddows?" He asked suddenly, almost tersely.

Bethany snapped out of her fragile reverie at the summoning of his voice. Her mouth opened and closed, and she shut her eyes momentarily, as though silently sending the message to her brain to allow her lips to form words. Her mind felt as though it were brimming, wavering, testing its limits. She had to think of how to say, of what to say. Her entire body felt under the most powerful pressure.

"Scared." She paused. That wasn't enough. It was most certainly true, but it would not aid her seduction. The Bethany that strode through classrooms with unaffected ease would certainly not approve. "Fascinated, excited�" She looked up at him, willing herself to hold his unblinking stare.

"�aroused."

"Scared, fascinated, excited, aroused," he repeated slowly, his mood seemingly changed, his voice like warmed honey and Bethany bathed in it. She saw that he looked down upon her, contemplating, considering the situation. Bethany hoped above all else that though she had obviously disappointed him, he would not dismiss her. She would have to make that known to him, somehow.

" Professor Snape...I...I want to �learn from you. I have already told you�and showed you�the way you make me feel. I want you to...to teach me, teach me everything�Sir."

She had purposely made her statement subservient to establish that she knew that was the only basis he would permit any form of sexual relationship to develop, and the fact that was the way she wanted it also.

Snape drank in her statement. Considering her physical boldnes pas past occasions, it was comparitively tame. Nevertheless, she was still permitting - no, tell/i> /i> - him that she was his to do with as he pleased. He felt a part of him wondering if she knew what she were letting herself in for. Was this snatch at confidence blinding her?

More fool her if it is he mused. It would be her mistake, and certainly not his, if she found his treatment of her overbearing. No. This girl all but marches into his space, forces herself upon him with slippery lips, a cloud of cheap perfume surrounding her. If Bethany Beddows learned only one thing from this lesson, it would be to never, ever tease a man.

" Very well Miss Beddows. Despite your graphic demonstration several days ago and former boldness, it is quite apparent to me you are as sexually retarded as you are academically. "

He turned away from her and returned to his desk.

" Stand up and return to the desk."

She slowly rose to her feet, cautious and apprehensive as to what was to happen now after that particularly spiteful remark. She felt a stab of indignance deep in her chest at his statement, tinged with humiliation. As much as she had prided herself on her brave erotic display, a large part of her still felt incredibly used, cheapened.

Leaving her robe on the floor she returned to the desk. He stood beside it, with his arms folded.

"You wish me to teach you everything Miss Beddows? I do not think you capable."

Bethany's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes shimmering with fear and daring.

"Try me," she replied in almost a whisper, staring back at him, her earlier nerves slowly dissolving. She couldn't believe she was saying this. She was daring Professor Snape, goading him. Professor Snape. He of the devoid soul and black demeanour.

Despite his arousal, Snape had tppreppress a wave of what could be considered mild disgust at the girl's attempts at seduction. Try her he most definitely would.

" Having already displayed your pathetic adolescent experience in satisfying your�needs, this�lesson, will commence with a re-enaction Miss Beddows, but to its conclusion this time."

"Remove your clothes and sit yourself on the edge of this desk."

Professor Snape wavis ais arm pointing in the general direction of the door and she knew he had locked them in and cast a silencing spell. What was to happen in this room was between them alone.

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A/N: Many thanks once again for the encouraging reviews. It is very rewarding to have such a positive response to this first attempt at Snape erotica. It is also gratifying to learn we not not alone in preferring the professor as dark and sinister!

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