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Secretly Slytherin	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12339 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 28: Sorry, I’m a Little Tied Up at the Moment
For a few moments, Helena found herself watching in fascination as her eyes followed the rippling movement of the strong muscles in Snape’s sinewy body-in his calves, thighs, abdomen, chest and arms-as he tried, in vain, to escape from the trap she had placed him in. She was rather surprised that he wasn’t cursing at her, but for the time being it looked as though he was keeping his jaw tightly clenched in anger. She was so intrigued by the sight that she almost didn’t see the slight movement of the bedside table drawer as it inched open.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she chided, quickly pointing her wand in the direction of the drawer, closing it and sealing it firmly with a spell. "You won’t be escaping quite so easily."
There was a deep growling sound from Severus as his frown intensified and his fingers made angry, uselessly clawing motions at the air. She could swear that she could almost feel the heat of his gaze even through the heavy black fabric of the blindfold. Then, after a moment, he seemingly willed his body into stillness.
"Very amusing," he began. His voice was as superior and biting as if he were in his usual position of cowing a roomful of students, rather than in his currently humiliating and rather vulnerable circumstances. "You’ve proven your point. Release me." The last two words were spoken in a particularly warning tone.
"Oh, I don’t think so," she replied coolly. She moved behind him and, keeping her wand firmly gripped in her right hand, began to firmly rake the sharp fingernails of her left hand against his back and down his buttocks. Just enough to leave a distinct trail of marks, not pressing quite hard enough or moving fast enough to draw blood. "I asked you twice-and quite nicely, actually-to release me from the handcuffs. Since you didn’t, I think I have the right to subject you to just a little discomfort, don’t I?"
"But don’t worry," she continued, pressing up against him so that he could feel the firmness of her nipples against his back and the soft brush of her pubic hair against his hip. "I’ll be extremely nice to you in a moment."
She reached around with her left hand and continued the scratching motion down his chest.
"I thought you wanted to play some ‘bondage games’?" he challenged.
She dropped down to her knees a moment and he sucked in a breath as she began to draw her nails firmly up the inside of his thighs.
"Yes, I told you so. That’s not why I’m upset, and you know it," she replied.
She looked back up at him. She still could not dispel the illusion that he could see through the blindfold, and wondered if he had enchanted it at some point so that he could do just that. Although, his sense of smell and hearing were unusually acute. Perhaps his reliance upon them allowed him to keep his head pointed unwaveringly in her own direction.
She placed her own wand on the floor and carefully kneeled on top of it to make sure he could not call it to himself. She peered back up at him. All across his pale skin she could see the pink/red trails crisscrossing him, marking where her nails had been.
"I don’t care to find myself subjected to a series of sexually arousing dreams and awakening to find myself feeling like a cat in heat," she protested.
He laughed.
"What was that potion?"
"In the first place," he began, and to Helena’s fury he seem to relax even further, as if his satisfaction at her annoyance was soothing him. "If you are having arousing but unfulfilling dreams, they are simply the result of your own desires, fears and lusts. And perhaps your own guilty conscience. I swear to you that I have not been trying to disrupt your sleep."
"It wasn’t ‘Lover’s Weed’ again?" she asked, suspiciously.
"Of course not," he snorted. His smile widened. "If it were, you could have stayed, nice and snug in your bed and masturbated yourself into comfort. How many times did you try that, by the way?"
"Twice," she answered, a bit unwillingly.
"And each time found yourself more excited than ever," he smirked. He looked very pleased with himself.
"Just what was it?"
"It was a very complex elixir known as a ‘Reconciliation Potion’. A very accomplished and aged Potion’s Master developed it, centuries ago. It seems the wizard in question had married a very young witch, and was rather doubtful that he was quite ‘man enough’ to keep her undivided attention. So, he developed the Potion as a means to test her."
"By making her so horny she would come racing to his bed?"
"Oh, it’s much more ingenious than that," he protested. "If it were merely a sexual stimulant or a lust potion, self-gratification or sexual intercourse with another man would have satisfied her. The potion specifically contains ingredients from the bodies of two individuals, and is meant to test their desire for one another. If the drinker does not already desire the other person, the potion will have no effect. It does not create the desire to have sex, it simply intensifies the already-existing hunger."
"I see," she replied. "And if I had tried to sate myself with Lewis?"
"Oh, you would have been able to have intercourse with him. You even would have been able to climax. However, you would have found yourself in an even more heightened level of arousal after your orgasm had subsided. And nothing short of on orgasm while you were having intercourse with me would release you from the effects of the potion."
"Is that why you tested me with your wand, to make sure I hadn’t tried satisfying myself with Lewis?"
"Partly."
She glared up at him, wondering exactly what the spell he had performed on her was.
"By the way, the old man was gratified to learn that his young bride truly desired him," continued Snape. "And he somehow managed to write down and preserve the details of how to make the potion. Before he died, exhausted but happy, a few months later. Years later, his work was examined and published. And many long-wed couples found that they could happily use the potion to awaken and revitalize their sex lives."
"But it’s now classified as Dark Magic?"
"Oh, yes. After enough unscrupulous wizards and witches used it for their own nefarious purposes."
"Rather like you did tonight?"
"Yes."
"Well, since you’ve been such a naughty boy," she taunted, rising to her feet and retrieving her wand from the floor, "I’m going to have to punish you," she sighed. She was gratified to see the smirk drain from his face and be replaced by a look of annoyance and vague apprehension.
His fingers tightened again as he heard vague clanking sounds coming from in front of him, and the murmur of Helena’s voice as she cast a spell. He drew in a quick breath as he felt the cold metal shackles clamp around his ankles, and a moment later he felt his legs pulled wide part and his feet chained firmly to the ground. Then his frown intensified as his ears caught the sound of liquid splashing softly in a bowl between his feet.
"What are you doing?" he barked.
She laughed, pleased with his reaction and feeling assured now that he could not see through the blindfold.
"Oh, don’t worry, Professor," she whispered. "It’s just some warm water and soap."
A moment later, he jerked away in surprise as she brought the washcloth up to cock and began to run the soft, soapy fabric along its length. She noted, with pleasure, that it twitched and hardened as she stroked. She had been just a little afraid, considering that he had just come after a lengthy bout of lovemaking, that he would be too exhausted to respond right away. She was also careful to keep the fingers of her left hand tightly curled around the wand.
"After all," she went on, "I do want to make sure that this is nice and clean again before we continue."
"Good idea," he retorted. "Since it has just been up someone’s very nice, very tight asshole, hasn’t it?"
"Yes," she admitted. Her hand abruptly dropped away, and he heard the splash of the washcloth falling into the bowl. She rose to her feet and he heard a faint, popping noise as the bowl disappeared. She wandered over to the bedside table and began to peer through the collection of oils and lotions that was collected on top of it. She continued the examination for a number of minutes, sniffing and tasting some of them before making her decision.
She returned with two of the jars and knelt down in front of him again, once more making sure that her wand was firmly anchored underneath her leg.
"Now this one," she began, smoothing a cream unto his cock, which had gone rather flaccid again during her absence, "smells a little bit like mint," she noted.
He drew in a long, deep breath as he felt her rub the creamy lotion unto him. His prick lengthened and swelled immediately in response to her touch, and his back arched as much as it could-considering the restraints he was in-as she carefully rubbed some unto his balls as well. She drew back slightly and blew a soft, steady stream of air upon his aroused skin. He moaned again, and his erection hardened visibly, his prick rising above a ninety-degree angle and pointing determinedly up at the ceiling. She laughed softly and returned her fingertips to the cream. This time, she used her left hand to tease down his foreskin and carefully and slowly moved the cream unto his exposed glans with her right hand. The muscles of his legs clenched and he tried to urge the tip closer to her mouth as she blew on it again. But she drew back just enough so that all he could do was bump the tip against her closed lips.
She looked down and noted, with pleasure, that his toes were curling and uncurling furiously as his arousal heightened. Since his ankles were so firmly clamped, it was about the only motion he was able to accomplish. She raised her hands and delicately and lightly stroked the inside of his thighs, being careful not to actually touch his genitals. His whole body tensed now as she teased him, raising one hand to stroke him gently on the abdomen while the other stroked his inner thigh, at the same time blowing a light, warm whisper of air on his engorged member.
He tried again, in vain, to move close enough to her so that she would take him in his mouth. She heard him growl angrily.
"Suck me!" he shouted.
"You’re not in a position to give orders," she replied.
"You bitch!"
She put her fingers back in the ointment and lightly smeared another dab of the ointment right on the tip of his cock.
He moaned in frustration.
"Oh, don’t worry," she mocked. "You’ll get lots of fucking tonight."
He heard her unscrew another lid and a moment later she was moving her hand between his buttocks, her small, lubricated finger sliding easily into him. She smiled as she felt him tense firmly about her. She withdrew the finger.
"But you have to tell me exactly what you want," she prompted.
His teeth were clenched again for a moment. And then he threw his head back and laughed softly.
Helena stared up at him. He seemed relieved. In fact, he seemed rather pleased.
"I would like," he began, stopping for a moment to take another breath and lick his lips. "I would like you to suck me off while ramming three of your fingers up my ass." His tone was quite conversational.
"Please," she hinted, exaggerated politeness in her tone.
"Please," he added.
She dipped her fingers into the lubricant and raised her hand back up, this time using two fingers to scissor him gently before thrusting a third finger up into him.
He sighed and pressed down on her as much as he could.
"You do have small hands," he noted. "Better make that four."
Within seconds, a fourth digit had joined its sisters.
"Yes," he whispered, grinding against her. "That’s better."
A moment later, he felt her warm, moist lips brush against his glans. He thrust in, and she took him deeply into her throat, her left hand raised to circle the base of his prick as he began to move in and out. After a few seconds she drew back and concentrated on sucking on his tip, feeling his foreskin glide smooth and effortlessly, lubricated with the cream and her saliva. Then she opened her mouth more and began to lick him up and down the shaft firmly with her tongue. She could feel the sensation of menthol in her mouth and wondered what it felt like for him to have the feeling of the warmth of her mouth combined with the coolness of the ointment.
She opened her mouth further and sucked firmly on his balls for a moment, feeling his anus spasm around her fingers as she sucked and licked on the delicate, engorged tissue. Then she felt him press back firmly against her hand again, and she increased the pressure of her fingers rubbing there against him as she took his prick back deeply into her again. A moment later, she found herself gasping and gagging as she felt his cum shot straight down her throat. She closed her eyes and swallowed, barely able to keep her hand where it was as he tightened and tensed around her, the movement there matching the spurting of his cock. She opened her eyes and slowly pulled her fingers out of him. She stayed kneeling and leaned against him, leaving her right hand splayed across his buttocks as she dropped her left hand down between her legs. She found herself rubbing her breasts against the soft, curly hair on his legs. Her nipples were hard and sharp and she wondered how she could reposition him so that he could pleasure her.
"Very good," he panted.
She laughed, not expecting him to say that. And she certainly was not prepared for his next words.
"Accio wand," he shouted.
She gasped in surprise, but before she could react she felt the wand jerk out from underneath her, throwing her off balance and unto the floor. With horrified eyes she saw the instrument go sailing straight into his open fingers. Within a split second, there was a loud banging noise and both the bindings and shackles disappeared. She struggled to get to her feet and ran as fast as she could towards the door. It slammed shut and locked just as she reached it. She turned back to see him holding the blindfold with his left hand while his right hand pointed her own wand at her.
He tossed the blindfold over to her and it fell down softly at her feet.
"Your turn," he whispered, his smile broadening as his black eyes gleamed maliciously. "Put it on."
She glared at him and mutinously crossed her arms.
"Oh, come now," he taunted, "Turnabout is fair play, after all."
She swallowed involuntarily as he sidled up to her and placed the point of the wand against her forehead. "Don’t tell me I have to resort to ‘Imperio’?" he asked quietly.
"You wouldn’t," she hissed, keeping her eyes open and defiant.
"To actually fuck you? No," he admitted. "But," he continued, and she shivered as he slowly drew the tip of wand down her nose and throat and raised his left hand to caress her breasts, "If I have to use it to get you tied down and ready for me, I will. Is that necessary?" he asked, raising the wand back between her eyes.
Without taking her eyes off of him she shrugged and held her own hand out towards the floor. "Accio blindfold," she called, and it sprung into her waiting fingers.
Severus smiled and moved back as she raised it to her eyes and put it in place, tying the ends securely.
"Turn around," he ordered. He checked the tightness of the knot with his own fingers. "Good," he noted. She drew in a breath as she felt his right arm, the hand still tightly clutching her wand, wrap around her. While his left hand sought the wet softness between her legs. "No peeking now."
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