章 43: Ch 40 - Touch of Pleasure ~R-18~
Professor Snape's touch was light, nearly ticklish.
He retraced the line of her underwear the motion a couple of times, watching in amusement as she attempted to twist away from his hand.
"Oh, no, gods no, please Professor, please don't touch me there!"
Elle tried to spin around in one spot, to get away from the probing hand, stop him from touching her, but she had no chance of getting away.
The slow teasing so close to her private parts made her slit strangely numb and tingling with anticipation.
She could feel her outer lips pulsing slowly as blood rushed to them.
Each time he traced the outline of her panties she tensed up, expecting him to reach under the fabric or touch her most intimate part.
When he drew his wand again, Elle squeaked, expecting him to cut the panties away.
Instead, he motioned at her fallen clothes.
One by one, they rose into the air, flying in a wide arch onto one of lab chairs at other end of the room, repairing and folding themselves at they went.
"Now… let's give us some more room to work here," he said turning back towards her.
A shiver run down on her spine as he was looking her up and down, considering what to do next.
"No.. please, professor, I beg you, please stop… please no more…"
"Now, now, Miss Evans, where did your usual eagerness to please a certain Slytherin go? You should be happy to know that you came the longest way to getting the position, though I need to conduct some… more hands-on experiments," he chuckled at his own joke.
He circled his wrist again, and more ropes shot out from his wand.
Two of them tied themselves to her legs, just above the knees, the other two around her ankles.
He made a sideways movement with his hand, and the new ropes started dragging Elle's feet apart.
"No! No… stop, please Professor, I beg you… please…"
"Come now, Miss Evans, you are supposed to be an intelligent witch who understands emotions quite well. By now you must know that I'm not going to just stop or let you go before I… gave you the punishment," he smirked.
"You skipped my lecture, didn't you? Quite brave, even for a Gryffindor."
The ropes holding her arms lowered slowly, until Elle formed an X, her limbs spread wide apart, which made her feel even more exposed and vulnerable than before.
Her every attempt at covering herself resulted in nothing more than a bit of wriggling.
She could practically feel his hungry eyes roaming her body.
"There, isn't that better, Miss Evans?" Snape's unusual smirk terrified her even more.
"Now… let's take a better look at what we have here," he said, pressing up his body against her naked back.
Elle tried to jerk away, but restraints kept her in place, and she was helpless when Professor Snape started stoking the outline of her panties again.
[Touch of Pleasure- Morph your body into one of pleasure. Anyone you touch will feel pleasure course through their body. Whether you want to use the ability through your hands or mark your entire body as a pleasure point, it is your choice. Longer exposure to this ability may lead the target to feel obsessed with the host, in rare cases, it can cause intense mental struggles.
Proper usage may lead the host to subjugate the target making them an eternal slave.]
The touch was surprisingly gentle, nearly ticklish.
Even though Elle felt scared, embarrassed and used, soft touch ignited a tingling sensation in her netherlips – the teasing was so close to her sweet core and her body started reacting to it, whether she wanted it or not.
There was an unspoken promise, no, a threat in it, that he will start rubbing and feeling her in the areas that were for now, covered by her underwear.
And Elle didn't want his hand or any of him anywhere near there.
"No, please professor, please don't touch me there," she begged, desperate to get away from his probing hand.
She hated that he could force her to feel that building, tingling tension, but her body seemed to find it exciting.
The heat pulsing inside her seemed to think that he would turn his attention to her slick core, soon.
"No need to worry, Miss Evans, I will make sure that I will enjoy it greatly. Try to be a good little girl and relax; your pretty little body was made to be enjoyed, used and savoured, you'll get used to it," he gave her a taunt, his thumb brushing over her panty-clad mount oh-so-gently.
"EEK! No, please stop… I don't want to… please Professor," Elle was very embarrassed by feeling a patch of wetness forming on her panties, the damp fabric becoming cool against her skin in chill of the dungeon air.
"It doesn't really matter what you want, little girl; I can do whatever I feel like. Besides, I don't think you are being truthful here," he chuckled, brushing a finger over the wet patch.
The unexpected sensation against her labia made Elle squeal, trying to pull away from his finger, but all it did was to unintentionally rub her bum against his groin.
"Fuck!"
It made Professor Snape hiss in pleasure, and in response, he bucked his hips against her.
Elle froze in mid-struggle; she could clearly feel his hard length pressing into the small of her back.
Caught between a hard place and a probing hand, she didn't dare to move.
Professor Snape resumed tracing the edge of her panties, this time running his finger along juncture of her left leg and hip, the back of his hand 'accidently' brushing against her mound in passing.
Elle's stomach trembled with nervous anticipation, expecting him to go further every second.
The Potions Master took his time, slowly stroking the sensitive skin, tracing her underwear, in a soft, teasing touch.
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Damn, Evans was going to be the death of him.
Snape always knew it, he just had this kind of weird feeling when being near her, ever since they were little, and playing in the back garden.
When she rubbed her shapely, beautiful butt against him in panic, Severus was certain he would finish in his underpants like some horny schoolboy.
Her desperate pleas made his cock twitch, it was so heady he wished it could be bottled.
He had known he would enjoy the girl, but she was even sweeter and more responsive than he had anticipated.
"Please, Professor… please stop. Please don't do this to me…" Elle was an intelligent witch, by now she must have realised there was no getting away from him, yet she kept begging.
Sometimes he just loved Gryffindors.
He could hardly wait to hear her screams of distressed while she was tightly wrapped around his cock.
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Professor Snape placed a warm hand on the inside of her legs, just at the left knee, and slowly, very slowly dragged it up.
His skin was warm in contrast to the chill of dungeons, and it sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.
The slight tremor in her body didn't escape him, he chuckled merrily as he repeated the motion, tickling and stroking inside of her thighs.
She was going to crave his touch.
"You seem to have sensitive skin here, Miss Evans. For all your protests, you clearly enjoy being assessed. What a naughty little girl." Elle felt blood rush to her face.
Like with her breasts, Professor Snape focused all his attention to one side, intensifying Elle's feeling of unbalance.
The skin of her untouched leg was tingling in anticipation, with the need to be touched, and longer he played with her the sensation become more and more intense.
It was all wrong, it was objectifying but her body didn't care.
Evans bit her lip, as seconds ticked by, the need to feel same warmth on both of her legs was becoming too much.
She could literally feel warmth pooling between her lips as she was growing wet with slowly pulsing nervous anticipation, the intimate, soft touches promising to get closer to her core.
How could something so terribly humiliating feel so good?
"Please stop, please, sir, please don't do this, please I'm begging you! I don't wa---" Her voice was way more breathy than she would have liked.
"Tsk, tsk, Miss Evans, I already told you, what you want is irrelevant. What matters is that I'm quite enjoying you. Besides, you were made to be used," he added brushing the tip of his finger ever-so slightly against the edge of her mound.
Elle's lag spasmed. She was trying to close them, either to stop him and push him away, to cover and protect herself, or to get some warm skin contact with the tingling, ignored skin.
She hated how teasing was driving her mad with both need and fear.
Professor Snape chuckled, allowing a puff of warm air to caress the skin.
Elle wanted to groan in frustration.
He placed a finger just under brunette's belly-button, and dragged it down, a firmer touch this time, over her panty-clad mound, ever-so slightly pushing it between her lips, tracing their edge.
The touch tickled, causing a tingling sensation wash through her most private area.
She could feel a hot throb inside her; against her will, despite her fear and humiliation, could feel more and more arousal pooling between her lips.
Elle jerked at the sudden contact, pulling against her bonds, trying to close her legs.
"No, no, no, oh god, no! Stop, sir, please…" When he didn't react, she asked, "Why are you doing this to me, Professor?"
Elle was confused why she was being harrassed by this Professor.
Why her instead of so many others?
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