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Smell of Submission (Sides)	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 50235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- This chapter takes place during chapter 22 of Smell of Submission. A huge thanks to my awesome beta Eclectic Pet! Everyone who enjoys this chapter should thank her for a slightly extended ending. In the original file my readers missed out on how the two finally ended things. Hope you enjoy!

She could hear the racing sound of her heart as she followed him through the halls. What if someone saw them together like this, would they know what he was about to do to her? What he had promised to do to her, in his words and even his actions.
She examined how they walked from an outsider’s point of view. To them he would be his usual self, standing tall and serious. Brooding at the world. She was the one who looked nervous and ill at ease, but that too would seem normal, she was following a teacher known for hating her House.
“Severus, why do you have Miss. Weasley out of her House at this hour?” Ginny almost choked as she heard her Head of House’s voice.
“I found her roaming the halls, she was feeling ill it seems, so I’m getting her something to settle her stomach.” Snape lied seamlessly, and she wondered if he had actually done this with a student before.
“Ginny?” Professor McGonagall gave her attention to the youngest Weasley. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the Hospital Wing?”
“Just a bit nauseated Professor.” She said weakly. “Professor Snape says he has a potion that will help.” She lied as well, as she knew Snape would want her to.
The older woman sighed for a moment nodding as she decided that her student wasn’t being mistreated. “Thank you for taking care of her Severus.” She said with a nod of her head, and a pat on Ginny’s shoulder before she moved on.
Once he was sure they were alone again, Snape spoke. “You’re a good little liar whore, but if I ever catch you lying to me, you will not like the consequences.”
“Yes Sir.” She said wondering how much time the dark man planned to spend with her after tonight.
When they got down to the dungeons he lead her down a long hall she had never been to before. He withdrew his wand and made a complicated shape in the wall with the tip. “These are my private quarters,” He started as a door appeared. “You will never seek them out without express permission.”
“Yes Sir.” She answered again before he opened the door and let her inside.
The first room they entered was simple. A small desk in the corner, a comfortable chair by the fireplace, and walls covered with books. She didn’t have enough time to take in much of it as she was led directly to the only other door. The bedroom was just as the other room, without any real decoration. A couple of smaller bookshelves around the walls, a towering wardrobe, a black leather wingback chair by the fireplace, and a large bed in the center of everything.
“Whenever you’re in this room, I am the Master.” Snape said as he sat down in the chair as if it were a throne. “I refuse to call you that crude name your other Master has come up for you. So we must think of something else to call a whore like yourself.”
She wondered why he had no problem-saying whore, but could not use the word fuck?
“Tell me, my shameless little trollop, how does it feel to be rented out to a man everyone in this school hates?”
She swallowed hard looking up into his eyes. “I’m scared of you, but also I’ve been turned on since you made me sit in the corner.” She told him honestly.
“You realize that every time you’re reprimanded by me in class you’ll think of tonight. You’ll feel that little burn of pleasure and wish to serve me.” He said with absolute certainty. “I think I’ll call you my little queen.”
She was confused for a moment; she hadn’t thought he would give her such a nice name. She was ready for something much more degrading. She wanted something more degrading.
“You look confused little queen.” Snape said with a smirk, like he was the only one in on a joke he played on her.
“I didn’t expect a name like that Sir.” She told him honestly.
“Oh, that is what one calls a female cat in heat. It seems to be that’s exactly what you are. Something that just wishes to rut until it can’t any longer.”
He had played a trick on her, made her confused, and disappointed so that it would feel that much more embarrassing when she knew what he was really calling her. The heat that she knew was reddening her skin moved down her cheeks and neck.
“I think it’s time my little queen shows me what I’m renting.” He said without a change of expression. “Strip.”
“You don’t wish to do it yourself Sir?” She asked as she slowly took off her robe starting to fold it like she did for her Master.
“Why would I bother? No folding.” He ordered sternly. “I want them to be wrinkled in the morning when you have to put them back on to walk back to your dorm.
Her heart started to race in her ears at the order. She felt the only reason he explained himself was to make her understand the full humiliation he had planned for her. With how turned on she was because of everything he did, she wondered if she would peak before he even touched her.
She took off the rest of her clothes a piece at a time before they were in a pile on the ground. She stood completely exposed to him, and he said nothing. She would give anything for a clue to whether or not he liked what he saw, and that was making Ginny nervous.
“I think it’s time for your medicine.” He said getting to his feet. He smiled when her faced arranged itself into another confused expression. “Didn’t I tell Professor McGonagall I would give you something? We wouldn’t want to make a liar of me.” He said walking over to his wardrobe.
When he opened, the door she could see that half of it was filled with hanging robes like the ones he wore every day. The other half was filled with different sized and shaped drawers. He opened a small one near the top and pulled out a small purple vial.
He brought it over to her and motioned for her to open her mouth. He used a dropper to drop a single dot of the liquid on her tongue. “Let it dissolve. Do not swallow until I say.” He told her firmly. Then he put another drop on each of her nipples, and a third carefully between her legs.
She would ask him what it was he was doing to her; if she wasn’t worried she would accidentally swallow before he told her to. He walked back over to the wardrobe and put the vial away. The feeling started out light at first; she could feel her breath against her tongue like it was something foreign.
“Swallow.” He order. She did as she was told and was amazed to find the feel of her tongue against the top of her mouth was strangely erotic. Once she noticed that, she started to notice the movement in the air of the room against the skin of her nipples. They hardened more than they already were, and it was painfully good.
She looked up to Snape as if she suddenly remembered he was there. “What…” She started before the smile formed on his lips.
“It a simple Sensitizing Oil. Everything you feel and taste will be more keenly felt or tasted for the rest of the evening.” He told her sounding pleased with himself. “When I finally do let you enjoy copulation with me, it’ll be both mind-blowingly pleasurable, and so intense it’s painful for you.”
She licked her lips as she thought about what he was telling her and moaned at the feel of her lip-gloss against her tongue.
“Have you ever been suspended before?” Snape asked her as he opened a larger drawer lower down than the one he had put the oil away in.
“Not really Sir.” She told him as she tried to get control of herself.
“I’ll enjoy your helplessness for our games tonight.” He told her as if that was the only thing that mattered. Put your arms out.” He ordered before he started to tie a harness around her chest. Once he had a sturdy base, he locked it off before putting one final length so it would rub against her nipples as she moved, then locked it off again.
Once that was done, he tied off the rope and moved to retrieve a second length from the drawer. While the professor was away from her, Ginny trembled with what the simple rope, coupled with the oil was doing to her. When he returned he locked the new rope to the one around her chest then moved it to tie securely around her wrists.
When that was secure, Snape levitated the tale of the rope to the ceiling. Ginny looked up as her arms were forced above her head and saw that there was actually a metal ring in the ceiling that Snape was tying her to. He fed the rope through the ring and down again so that he could take hold of it.
The dark man pulled the rope hard so that Ginny hung a foot off the ground. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might explode in her chest. She could feel the rush of excitement and closed her eyes to enjoy the absolutely freeing feeling of being this out of control.
When she opened her eyes he had rolled up his sleeves, and was already back by the wardrobe and the endless drawers of hidden treasures. When he turned back to her he was holding a crop in his hand, but that was not what caught her eyes.
The black skull with the snake twisted around it showed keenly against Snape’s pale skin. She had known it was there, listened in on Order of the Phoenix meetings about how he was a spy. But seeing was not the same as knowing, and she suddenly found she couldn’t breathe. The mark reminding her too much of the journal that had almost devoured her soul.
“Let me down!” She said in a panicked voice, and it was the first time she hadn’t addressed him respectfully. Snape set the crop aside and moved to her so he could look directly into her eyes, his face filled her vision, and she could no longer see the Dark Mark.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” He commanded, holding her so there was no longer the pressure from the rope.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she tried to calm herself. After a few breaths with the mark out of her vision, she calmed enough to speak. “I’m sorry Sir.” She told him swallowing. “I panicked.”
“I realize that, now tell me why. Do you not like the suspension?” He asked clearly still in complete control.
“That isn’t it Sir.” She told him shaking her head. “Your mark.” She told him a little more softly.
“Miss. Weasley you already knew I carried the Dark Mark. I didn’t think it would upset you.” He told her with a frown.
“Please don’t make me Sir.” She asked in a meek tone.
“If you don’t tell me exactly what’s wrong I cannot fix it Miss. Weasley.” He told her using his teaching tone.
It actually calmed her more than she would have thought. “I didn’t know it would make me think of him.” She told him feeling more exposed.
“The Dark Lord?” Snape guessed and she nodded. “I forgot you had had a personal experience with him.” He told her softly. “Do you wish to stop?” He asked her making sure she was looking him in the eyes.
“I feel better now.” She admitted with a flush to her cheeks.
“That mark will still be there when I step away.” He reminded her.
“Can you...” She licked her lips frowning. “Blindfold me?” She asked.
“For this once, but if we continue these games we’ll have to work out a way I can look into your lustful eyes while I torture you into an orgasm.” He told her seriously. Her breath caught in her throat at the phrase torture you into an orgasm, which only made him smirk letting go of her so she was hanging free once again.
He pushed his sleeves down quickly before going to get a blindfold to cover her eyes. Once he was sure, she could no longer see he rolled his sleeves up before he picked up the crop.
“Now my little queen. First you’ll be punished for each man that has taken pleasure from you.” He told her in a deep steady voice.
“Full pleasure Sir?” She asked wondering if the boys she had kissed, or let touch her over and under her bra would count.
“An interesting question my little queen. You said you’ve only rutted with three men. How many have gotten to touch you here?” He asked as moved up behind her reaching to brush a delicate finger against her over sensitive clit.
Ginny gasped as she thought the one touch would bring her to completion even after the panic attack. “Four including you Sir.”
“I’m glad you remembered me queen, I would have had to punish you for lying.” He said sounding almost regretful. “Now, how many have touched you here?” He asked cupping her breasts making the rope brush against her nipples.
She moaned and her hips rolled against the air, it made Snape actually chuckle to see how turned on this was all making her. “Five including you Sir.” She moaned arching her back to press against his hand.
“And how many have tasted this?” He asked as he pushed her mouth open so he could run a finger over her tongue. She could taste herself still on his finger, and it tasted like nothing she had ever had before. With the oil doing its work well, her own sweetness made her moan and she could herself sucking on the finger instead of answering him.
She felt a quick but firm smack to her arse to correct her behavior. “Answer.” He ordered as he withdrew his hand from her reach.
“Five again Sir.” She said mourning the loss of his finger.
“Any women?” He asked as he noticed how much she liked her own taste.
“Two Sir. Other slaves of my Master.” She told him with a slight blush.
“Tell me what you did with these two girls.” Snape asked as he gave her space once again.
“One touched me and taught me a few basics of pleasing a man. The other I’ve used my fingers to make her cum.”
“You’ll get five stripes for each sexual partner. Three stripes for each person you let touch you and two stripes for each person who has tasted you lips. How many stripes is that?”
She added up everyone in her head, deciding it would be safer to call Cho a sexual partner, and Daphne someone who had touched her. “46?” She asked unsure if she had done the math right in her head.
“Did you count me?” He asked with a smirk, knowing she hadn’t.
She whimpered and shook her head. “49” She corrected.
“I think we’ll make it an even 50 because of your mistake.” He told her and licked his lips as he looked at her untarnished back. “You’ll count each strike and tell me why you’re being punished.”
CRACK.
He gave her no time to let his words sink in; he wanted the first thing that came to her mind. “One, because I’m a whore.” She told him breathlessly, wanting to please him. He smiled and hit her again.
CRACK.
The blows were not soft; and would bruise her un-warmed skin. “Two, because I’m a whore.” She said again. She didn’t know if she would be able to take fifty such blows. With each blow, her voice became more unfocused as she felt the new sting. He moved the crop around, sometimes hitting her arse, sometime the back of her thighs, and sometimes even her back or shoulders. She never knew when or where they next would land.
By the time, they got to twenty-five she was weeping. She had to admit she was so very excited by the beating, that she was more frustrated by the fact of the friction between her legs than by the pain itself. It was the twenty-sixth stripe that changed everything.
CRACK.
“Twenty-six, because I like it.” She screamed; and was pushed over into her first orgasm of the night. When she came down from it, she wondered how it had happened. She thought it had a lot to do with the oil and how with each swing her clit got just a little bit of attention.
“You my queen are definitely a pain slut.” Snape told her as he admired the beautiful pattern of welts and bruises he had left on her back. “I must wonder what your parents will say when they find out how very...deviant their sweet little daughter is.”
“Please don’t tell them Sir.” She said with a gasping voice as she enjoyed the afterglow of what had just happened to her.
“Oh I won’t have to tell them.” He said as he started to strike once again. This time hitting too fast for her to be able to count, though she tried her best. By the time he was done, her body was jerking, wanting to push her over the edge again before he even got the chance to actually touch her.
“One day, I’m going to make you tell them.” He whispered softly in her ear, the thought made her scream again as her body was rocked to the heights of pleasure. When she came back down to earth this time, she was still lost in a haze of pleasure.
“It seems to be…” He started as he undressed himself, unable to deny his own needs now. He would take them out on her overwhelmed form. “That an education is wasted on such a deviant little whore.” He said as he lowered her from the ceiling and made her stand on shaky legs while he undid her harness.
“Yes, maybe I’ll discuss with your Master to have you fail all your OWLs.” He said smiling at the deep marks that has bitten into her skin. “So that you’re a brainless little toy, that’s completely dependent on whatever person will use her next.”
She whimpered at his words, but was unable to think of how to respond to them. He roughly pushed her over a soft surface so that her face was buried in the comforter of her bed. “That’s all you’re good for, right my little queen?” He asked teasing her with a man sized hardened rod. Unlike her other partners, this man was done growing, and she could tell.
“If that is best.” Was the only thing she could think of saying.
She was slick enough from her two pain induced orgasms that he could slide into her to the hilt with very little resistance. He let out a groan as he enjoyed the hot tight wrapping of her body.
“If that were best this would be the only time you would ever feel me inside of you.” He said withdrawing before thrusting in again, making sure to make her feel his hips pressed against her abused ass. “I don’t use brainless toys.”
One of his hands moved to her hip to keep her still while the other tangled up into her hair. “Do you want me to use you again little queen?” He asked as he gently pulled back.
The answer came to her head so quickly that it spilled from her lips before she could really think. “Oh Merlin yes.” She called.
He smiled pulling her head back roughly, as he slammed into her again. “That’s a good little whore.” He moaned starting to take her with a hard but regular rhythm. “You know I have a meeting with your parents tomorrow night, would you like me to send regards from their deviant slag daughter?”
She whimpered but her body fluttered around him enough to tell him how much his words excited her.
“I told you my little queen, I am going to make you tell them how much you enjoy the feel of this.” He said before thrusting into her again.
It continued on like that for what felt like an eternity of pure ecstasy. Every time she felt herself near the edge of pleasure Snape would adjust pulling her back from the brink. He kept her tortured with pleasure for an unknown amount of time. All the while telling her how much of a deviant she was, telling her dirty things that made her clench around him.
She started begging for release before she realized she was saying the words. But Snape only ran a soft hand down her back using her begging to show how much of a slag she really was.
Finally, when he was ready for the night to come to a close, he moved them around again. The dark professor settled her on top of him and let her ride against him until they both found completion. With being denied for so long the orgasm that finally caught up with her made her light headed for a moment, before she passed out on top of him.
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