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Dianthus Stories	By : icewomin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Anything you
recognize belongs to someone else, namely, JK Rowling. Specifically, elements of the HP universe,
characters from same. Sadly, I have no
hope of publishing this story outside the fan fiction base, although I hope you
enjoy the plot and the original characters I�ve created. Feel free to give me critical feedback,
including flames and harsh criticism. I
may delete it afterward, so as to reduce my personal embarrassment, but I do
promise to read it and incorporate it if I feel it improves the story.

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This is Chapter
Thirty Three. This is smut. This chapter involves mild domination.

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Chapter Thirty
Three � More Lessons

Her robes were
bunched at her waist, and he gathered them to her front and pressed her
forcibly against the wall, so that she was cushioned by the fabric sandwiched
between her and the cold plaster, but pinned quite effectively toswish of his robes that should have accompanied his movements. When at last he said, �Lower your arms,� she
couldn�t tell where his voice came from.
She relaxed her posture, shrugging a few times to work some of the
strain out of her shoulders. Then she
waited impatiently, until eventually he said, �You may turn around.�

She turned slowly,
her eyes darting around the room as she went.
Snape was lounging against the arm of the couch, watching her
impassively, with his arms crossed over his chest. After another long moment, he beckoned silently
to her. Dianthus walked unsteadily
toward him, while his eyes raked up and down her body like fingernails. She stopped just short of him, not sure of
what to do next. Should she kneel? She stood stiffly before him, unable to make
up her mind.

He rose from the
couch and lifted her chin. �Why do you
beg for what you want,� he said coolly, �when you�ve already told me what you
need?� He placed a chaste kiss on her
cheek and brought her fists to the neck of his robe, loosening her fingers to
wrap them around the top button.
�Undress me. But take care,� he
warned, �Not to do anything else.�

She willed her
unsteady fingers to focus on unfastening the buttons without straying to the
surrounding fabric. She bent lower to
slowly work each fastening through its catch, until eventually she had to kneel
to reach the lowest ones. When all of
what seemed like one hundred buttons were free, she rose and pushed the robe
from his shoulders, and if she slid her hands along his magnificently pale skin
a bit as she did, who was to notice?

Snape
noticed. His nostrils flared, his eyes
narrowed dangerously, and he knocked her hands away immediately. �Did you enjoy the time you spent pressed to
the wall?� he asked. His voice was
deadly quiet.

Dianthus was
actually flummoxed. Should she tell him
the truth? Should she deny it? Should she keep quiet? Yes � that was it. She stared innocently at him.

�So you would
enjoy being left there by yourself for an
hour?� he said.

That covered all
the bases, Dianthus guessed. Even if she
had enjoyed the few minutes he�d left her there, an hour was something quite
different. She swallowed and shook her
head.

�Then I would
suggest that you not disobey me again,� Snape said. His icy tone nearly made her swoon. She quickly lowered her gaze, so that at
least he wouldn�t see her eyes rolling in her head.

When she had
composed herself, she chanced another glance up at him. He nodded once and said, �Continue.�

She knelt again
and delicately untied the laces of his boots, tugging between the eyelets to
loosen them. He leaned back against the
arm of the couch and raised one foot.
She pulled the heel and slid the boot off, placing it to one side, then
dragged his black sock over his calf and foot and tucked it into the boot. They repeated the process with his other
boot, and he stood.

She swallowed hard
before moving her hands up to grasp the waist of his boxers. She eased them over his hips, pleased to hear
his breathing quicken slightly. As she
pulled the underwear lower, his erection sprang into view, inches from her
face. She stared at it as the boxers
dropped over his knees and to the floor, and he stepped out of them. After she placed them over his shoes, she
raised herself from the floor and gazed at him.

�Sit,� he ordered,
pointing to the couch. She sat in the
middle and he followed behind to settle himself next to her, one leg tucked
under him, his back against the couch arm.
He turned her by the shoulders to face him and said indifferently, �Now
you may touch me. With your hands only.�

She nodded and
reached tentatively to run one finger along his chest. It was smooth and hairless, and she pressed
her palm to his skin. Dianthus kept her
eyes fixed on his while she brought her other hand to his cheek and explored
his jaw line with just her fingers. He
didn�t move, but from the corner of her vision she caught sight of a pulse
beating visibly in his neck, and she dropped her hand down to feel it thudding
against her lightly pressing fingertip.

Snape�s slowly
blinking eyelids were the only part of him that moved while she explored his
torso, pinching his nipples gingerly, scratching slightly at his ribcage,
drawing meandering circles around his navel.
When she cautiously buried her fingers in the black ringlets massed over
his pubic bone, the pulse in his neck jumped under her fingers, and, feeling
emboldened, she wrapped her fingers experimentally around the base of his
erection. His expression never changed,
but she heard his fingernails scrabbling along the fabric of the couch cushion,
and she suspected he had just balled his hands into fists.

She discovered
this part of him had a throbbing pulse of its own, which leapt as she massaged
her hand up and down its shaft. That�s an interesting bit of information,
she thought, dropping her gaze to investigate further. Pursing her lips, she examined his erection
curiously, and brought her hand from his neck to join the one moving along its
length. When she lowered her head to
peer interestedly at the tip, which seemed to be oozing fluid, Snape rasped,
�Hands only!�

Dianthus jumped
back, but kept his member firmly in both hands.
She slid her thumb over his leaking tip, spreading the fluid gradually
over the entire head. Snape�s breathing
was slightly ragged, and she noticed that his body had gone rigid. Still, he didn�t flinch or twitch, and she
had to applaud him for his supreme self-control � until a disturbing thought
occurred to her. Was he enjoying this �
or only enduring her clumsy affections?
She dragged her hands up and down a little faster, hoping that perhaps
he would give her a more concrete sign that she was doing this right, but
instead he suddenly jerked her hands away altogether.

�Enough,� he
hissed.

Dianthus scooted
away from him down the couch, horrified. �Didn�t � didn�t it feel good?� she asked
tremulously.

�Yes,� he said,
running his fingers through his hair, clearly exasperated. �It felt very good, if you must know.� She sighed in relief.

He leaned over
toward his crumpled robe, and removed his wand from a pocket. �But this night,� he continued, crawling
toward her, �is about your pleasure.
Velare.� Instantly Dianthus� eyes
were covered in complete and impenetrable darkness. He had conjured a blindfold of some soft and
silken material, and it was wrapped securely around her head.

�I thought it was
about both our pleasure,� she said, clawing at the knot.

She felt Snape
grab her arm, and he hauled her roughly to her feet. �Time for your next lesson, I�d say,� he said
conversationally, dragging her by the wrist away from the couch. �It�s about time I got a better look at this extraordinary bed of yours.� She hung back as much as possible as he
pulled her along � until he walked her face first into a wall.

�God damn it!� she
yelled, rubbing her face with her free hand.

�Temper, temper,�
he crooned. �But please, by all means,
resist me further.� She felt his breath
on her shoulder. �Did you think your
letter was about what you want?� he whispered into her ear. He was stroking her thighs, just short of
where she desperately wanted his hands.
�You couched it in those terms,� he continued, his fingers trailing up
her sides, �but you should have said I
need.� He brushed her nipples with
his thumbs. �You�re aching with
it.� His lips were moving against her
skin with each word, and Dianthus was slowly losing her sanity, but still he
continued. �We can walk into walls all
night. Or you can finally get what you
need. Decide.�

After that, she
allowed him to lead her to the bed and push her down onto it.

�Hold it,� she
said, tilting her head in what she hoped was his general direction. �I didn�t get to do everything I wanted to
with your body.�

�Plenty of time
for that,� he said, from right behind her on the bed, making her jump
again. �Now, move toward the
pillows.� Reluctantly, she felt her way
up the bed to sit against the headboard.
�Over toward the window.� She
followed his directions. �Just there,
and move toward the foot of the bed.�

�Severus, wouldn�t
this be easier if you took this fucking blindfold off?�

�It will be easier
for you if you shut your mouth right now,�
he said calmly, running the tip of his wand over her thigh. She shivered and nodded. �That�s better,� he continued. Now, lie down. No, face down.�

Dianthus rolled
onto her stomach. She tensed slightly,
wondering what he had in mind for her �next lesson�. Hands clenched at her side, she waited,
getting more anxious as the seconds ticked by with no predatory move on his
part. She tried not to think of what he
might be preparing to do, but the word shameful
kept drifting through her mind.

She was totally
unprepared, then, for what he actually did:
He leaned over her and began to tenderly massage her neck. It was so innocuous that she actually
giggled. She relaxed into the blankets
as he rubbed her shoulders and back, his long, nimble fingers finding her
pressure points and kneading them. His
hands were slightly greasy, and she caught the scent of almond oil, and
something indefinably spicy. She sighed
in happiness as he lavished attention on each of her limbs in turn, and the
most lascivious thing he did was to plant one knee between her thighs � and she
suspected that was only to give him better access to her right arm.

He molded and
squeezed her buttocks, and then made his way down her legs, adjusting his
position again so that both of his kneecaps pressed against her left
thigh. Quickly and efficiently, he
massaged her legs and feet, until by the time he was rolling her toes between
both hands, she felt completely at ease and almost sleepy.

�Over,� he
commanded.

She sighed again
and turned lethargically onto her back.
This time around he began with her feet, making lazy circles along her
arches with his thumb, working his fingers between her toes, smoothing her
heels and ankles with the palm of his hand.
She grunted and stretched, basking in the indulgence of his touch on her
skin.

Snape laughed
gently, and raised her foot higher � she felt his lips touch her pinky
toe. The moist pressure of his tongue
slid along the underside of each toe, and Dianthus twitched, immediately
attempting to pull away. But he held her
leg fast and flattened his tongue against her arch, sucking heartily at the
side of her foot.

A jagged electric
current flashed through her body, and she inhaled deeply, her senses coming
fully awake, even without sight. She
couldn�t believe that he was sucking on each of her toes in turn, sliding his
tongue between them, taking his time, � she wanted to yell for him to stop it,
this instant � just as soon as he finished nibbling on her heel like that�or on
second thought, maybe after he finished with her big toe�

�Pleasure
yourself,� he murmured, from her ankle.
She shook her head violently, appalled that he would ask her to perform
such a private act in front of him. To
her horror, he laughed and said pleasantly, �Do you not know how?� She tried to give him a scathing look, but
she wasn�t sure how well it came off with the blindfold still in place. He dropped her foot and said, in a warning
voice, �Well, then?� She whimpered and
shook her head again.

Within seconds,
she felt his lips on her ear, and he breathed, �Do you know how?� She nodded once. Of course she knew how. She�d been doing it for � well, for a good
long time, anyway. �Is there another
problem, then?� He was still whispering,
his breath on her ear driving her slightly insane. She squirmed, but made no response. �Put your hand between your legs. Now.�
His voice was flat and hard: it
was not a request.
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