If The Crime Fits The Punishment - Chapter Nine
Title: If The Crime Fits the Punishment
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: no one under 18. this is grown up business. meaning lots of dirty words and sexual escapades.
Warnings: sex, some mild violence, gratuitous use of a Scottish brogue, lots of swearing and a cat that's plotting world domination. no, really!
Disclaimer: i don't own any of the recognizable characters in here. nor do i own places and events and the whole magical realm. everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. she is the genius and i merely bask in the glow of her talent. Kendra is mine, as is Wickersham. and the plot, such as it is. please don't hurt me or sue me or make disparaging comments about me or anything like that. i'm broke, i like pain and i've got a really wicked temper, which means i'll probably be mean back. you have been warned.
Author's Note: this was the only fic i used a beta on. with exception of Gin's work on Beyond Death, i think i do pretty okay on my own. and, as i wasn't savvy with HTML when i wrote this, all thoughts were denoted by the use of tildes ~...~
If The Crime Fits The Punishment - The Index
Chapter Nine: Repercussions
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Severus stood in the opened door way of his private office, complete shock registering slowly on his face. The desk was empty. All of his papers and other things were still scattered across the floor where he'd pushed them earlier. And so were the ropes he'd bound her to the desk with. They lay in small piles at each corner, cast aside like freshly shed snake skins.
He couldn't understand how she'd gotten free. He'd only been gone for some where over two hours. And before leaving the room, he had hexed the ropes with a small anti charm hex. So she couldn't magic her way out of them. There was no way she could have untied them herself. The knots had been no where near her hands. Absently, before leaving the room, he waved his wand and set everything to rights, including a small ceramic figurine that had been knocked over and broken.
Snape turned and made for his bedroom. He was certain she wasn't there waiting for him, but he just had to check. As he had expected, the bed clothes were still in disarray. The two goblets sat on the bedside table, untouched since he had given her the Veritaserum earlier. The doors on his armoire stood open. A pile of black lay puddled on the floor. Hastily thrown clothing, no doubt. Not only had the irritating twit gotten free of her bonds and run away, she'd done it in his clothes! He was well rid of the little piece of baggage. Having a woman about would prove to be nothing but a night mare. And yet, he couldn't help thinking.
Kendra had sworn she hated him, but she had reacted to him with a need so strong, she couldn't deny it. She refused to be cooperative in anything until he forced her to admit the truth. Then she was eager to have him. There was some truth to the old addage about never truly knowing a woman's mind. He certainly couldn't figure her out.
With a heavy sigh, he righted the bedding and put away his scattered clothing. There was only one place she could have gone, and that would be to Hogsmeade. She certainly wouldn't get very far without money or her wand. Maybe he should leave her to her fate. After all, he'd survived for quite some time without a woman in his bed. He could do so again. Easily.
He went out into his living area and flopped down onto the leather sofa. A bottle of brandy sat where he'd left it only a few nights prior. Forgetting to be civilized and use a glass, he pulled the top and swigged straight from the bottle. To hell with the arrogant girl! He certainly didn't need her. Though he had to admit, he had been rather looking forward to hearing her screaming more foul names at him when he'd returned earlier. And to hearing her moan his name in pleasure while he shagged her senseless.Time and again. He found he did so like her spirit, and one had to admire the way she focused on obtaining her goals. But he was not going, nor was he ready, to admit just how much of himself he could see in her.
Damn her! She had already crept into his thoughts! A stupid girl who had thought she could best him in torture and punishment. She'd given it a terribly impressive try, too. And now, when she was gone and he should be thankful for the peace and quiet, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Why the devil had the girl run? She had to know he wouldn't truly hurt her. Sure, he was a bastard, but he'd gotten past torturing and killing innocents for no other reason than it was fun quite a while ago. He'd seen the errors of his ways. Trying to make up for them was difficult, but he knew he would always be able to look back and see what horrible things he had done.
He sighed heavily and got up. Sitting on the couch, drinking himself blind, having himself a good old fashioned pity party would do him no good. He had to go find his wayward property. She had, after all, admitted to wanting him. She'd surrendered herself to him earlier. By rights, that meant he owned her. And one didn't just allow one's property to run about unchecked. After punishing her for her disobedience, he would try starting over with her. Maybe things could be a little more relaxed between them if he made her understand what it was he wanted from her.
Feeling better than he had just moments ago, he stood and went for the door. He stopped as it occured to him that the small snake figurine he had been given for a gift some time ago had been smashed upon the floor of his private office when he'd stepped into it. It hadn't been broken when he'd left his rooms for dinner earlier in the evening. He certainly hadn't been lying to Kendra when he'd told her that all of his possessions were warded. ~Well, not all of them,~ he thought annoyingly as his brain reminded him of his run away sex toy. There was no way she could have used magic to break it. Which meant someone else had been there.
His anger boiled up as he realized what had happened. Damn bloody House Elf! The only one on staff in the entire castle who still dared enter his personal chambers was Dobby. Shite! She'd conned the little twerp into releasing her bonds. He'd beat both of them when he got his hands on them. Dashing from his rooms, Snape ran through the halls, bellowing the Elf's name at the top of his lungs.
He stumbled across the Elf in the Entrance Hall. By the looks of it, the Elf had been expecting Severus to come looking for him. One white fingered hand curled about the Elf's throat and lifted his small body off the floor. Dobby wailed in fright when he was brought eye level with the black gaze of the Potions Master. 'Where did she go?' he demanded, his teeth clenched tightly to prevent himself from shouting.
'Dobby does not know who....' the Elf studdered, but the warning gaze from Snape silenced him.
' I know you let the girl out. I want to know where she went! If you do not tell me, I will gladly....' he began his threat, but was cut off in mid-sentence.
'There is some trouble, Severus?' Dumbledore's voice came from behind him. He schooled his expression into his normal mask of indifference, then turned to face the Headmaster. One of the older man's white eyebrows was raised up over the rim of his glasses questioningly.
'No, Headmaster. I was only questioning the Elf on whether he'd seen some of my property. It seems to have gone missing while I dined. Seeing as how the Elves know much of what goes on here in the castle, I decided to ask the first one I saw for help,' Snape told him. The words, while not entirely a lie, were not entirely the truth. Dumbledore watched him a moment longer, noting the placement of the dark man's hand on the Elf's neck, then nodded as if he were satisfied and walked away. When the other wizard had left them alone once again, Snape's head swung back toward the Elf sharply.
'Now, tell me where the girl has gone, or I will make your life here most unbearable,' he threatened in a soft, menacing voice. Dobby quaked in his grasp for a moment, then stuttered out an answer.
'Miss told Dobby she had friends to meet in Hogsmeade and she needed to be untied. Dobby did not know that she was your property, sir. Dobby would never have untied her if he had known Miss was to stay there,' the Elf told him anxiously. Snape was inclined to believe him. The girl had obviously told the House Elf a lie to gain his cooperation. He'd make sure she realized the error of her ways in that, too, when he finally dragged her back into his chambers. He dropped the Elf and made for the front door. Oh yes, Miss MacLeod was definitely going to realize the error of her ways when he was through with her.
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It was late when Severus reached the little wizard's village below the school. There was still much activity, though. Lights cast their illuminations out onto the street from large front windows, making a cheerful patchwork pattern on the ground. He paid no heed to any of it, merely stalked angrily to the one place he was certain she would have gone. The Three Broomsticks was still near bursting with people, laughter leaking out onto the streets along with patrons who were leaving. Those exiting quickly moved from his path as he passed them. No one dared cross Professor Snape's path when he wore that particular look.
The room fell to silence for a few moments when Severus stepped into the pub. His gaze scanned quickly over the gathered throng. When he failed to find the bright red head he was searching for, his scowl became more pronounced. Marching over to the bar, he confronted Madam Rosemerta. 'Ah, Severus. What brings you to my humble shop this late in the evening?' she asked sweetly, completely ignoring his fouler than usual mood.
'There was a young girl in here earlier. A head of flaming red hair, a pale complexion, and black robes. Perhaps looking as if.....' he began. Her bright smile brought his words to a halt.
'Of course the dear was in here. She took a table with the Malfoys,' Rosemerta supplied. Snape frowned.
'She was this tall?' he made a measure of heighth with one hand against his own body. Rosemerta nodded silently, her smile still beaming at him. He muttered some imaginative curses under his breath. Kendra with not one, but both Malfoy males? Their exploits were legend, and he was not happy to think of her becoming one of them. 'You're certain she was with them?'
'Oh yes. Both Lucius and Draco offered to take her home,' was the reply. This was not looking promising. His mood was rapidly deteriorating. This was certainly not what he'd expected. The Malfoys usually shunned little places like The Three Broomsticks. Too rustic for all that pureblood shite they'd spewed for years.
'And that was to where?' he questioned between gritted teeth.
'Why, London, of course. The girl apparently has a flat there,' she told him, now worrying over his unusual behavior. ' Is everything alright, Severus? Should I have not let the girl go with the Malfoys?'
'Do not worry yourself, Rosemerta. Nothing is wrong. Just curious. The girl is some distant blood relation. I'm quite certain she can take care of herself. I only asked after her because she neglected to tell me that she was leaving Hogwart's grounds.Thank you for all of your help,' he managed to say without biting off the words.
Exiting the pub, he went to the nearest public fire place. He certainly wasn't going to go looking for the girl with all those prying eyes looking on. He stepped into the gaping hearth, a handful of floo powder in his curled fist. 'Diagon Alley!' he snarled, tossing the floo powder about him. Flames of bright green crawled over his body, then the typical sensation of whirling assaulted his senses as he tumbled toward his designated grate.
Stepping from the fire place, he dusted soot and floo powder from his ominous robes and headed toward the Leaky Cauldron. There were few people wondering the wizarding shops at this hour, and he needed a moment to collect himself before going after the girl. The old pub was full to bursting, and he was forced to take a seat at the bar. The bartender approached, the question in his eyes. Severus shook his head and began thinking. Where would the Malfoys take the girl? Certainly not back to the family estate. Narcissa was aware of what her husband did, but he never actually flaunted it in her face.
Something niggled at the back of his brain, but he ignored it. He was more concerned with pressing matters. A flash of bright color caught his attention. A pair of young witches sat at a table not too far away, a bag on the flat surface before them. It was, and it was the only description he could come up with, bright pussy pink. Completely lewd. In black block print letters, across the slick facade, were the words Malfoy's Malicious Fetish Fancy. That was it!
His brain smacked him upside the head for not taking it's hint earlier. Kendra had told him that the younger Malfoy had bought a shop off Diagon Alley. He slipped from his stool, went over to the table with the two witches, and demanded to know where the shop was located. He got a hastily stuttered set of directions from one of the nervous girls. Then he was out the door, on his way to the shop. He was far too certain this was where he would find his errant possession.
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The fire place opened up into a tasteful, if over done, living area. He found the pile of black cloth laying on the floor and picked it up. His stolen garments. Damn it all to hell, the wench was here with the two biggest prats ever put on the earth. He turned and found his way to the bedroom on instinct. The door stood open, and he glared at the scene played out before him. The large bed was filled with naked flesh. Kendra was placed between both men. Her head and arms rested on Lucius' chest, one of his arms curled about her shoulder. Draco's body spooned along hers, his front pressed against her back. A strip of black leather caught his attention. A collar was around her throat, a leash attached to it. Severus pulled his wand, leveling it at the bed while grasping the looped handle of the lead with his other. When he was ready, he jerked the leather hard.
Kendra woke with a start, her chest heaving as she struggled for breath. The collar had pulled suddenly, bringing her awake with the thought that one of the two men sandwiching her on the bed was ready for round two. Both lay unmoving, still caught in the arms of slumber. Her gaze lifted and found well remembered black eyes boring into her with something like pure hate. His hand jerked the leash again. She was pulled across Lucius' chest. Laughter rumbled up out of the man beneath her as his arm caught her shoulder and held her in place.
She felt the bed shift behind her. Obviously, the intrusion had woken Draco up as well. She felt his hand stroke up her leg slowly. She couldn't help the quiver that rolled over her when his fingers slipped between her lips to find her clit. She was sore from the abraiding leather and the over zealous use of the two men the night before. As soon as his finger tips brushed across the highly sensatized nubbin of flesh, her hips rocked back toward him. A growl from Snape had her looking over her shoulder at her former school mate. He was wearing his look of arrogant satisfaction. It was purely to antagonize their former teacher.
'Good morning to you, Severus. So wonderful of you to grace us with your presence,' Malfoy's velvet voice wrapped around her skin while his fingers moved around to brush at the side of her breast. She closed her eyes as a familiar wave of desire skittered over her once again. Damn Draco and his lust enhancing spell.
'You will remove your hand from my property, or I will remove it for you,' Snape's voice was low. Lethal. Deadly. The tip of his wand was actually glowing. If she didn't get away from one of them now, there was bound to be trouble.
'Ever the barbarian, Severus. It's good to know some things never change,' Lucius said as his fingers crept ever closer to her nipple. She tried slipping from his grasp, but his arm tightened around her back. 'Anxious to leave me, my dear? It's not nice to leave without properly saying good bye. Espescially after the many firsts we shared.'
She wanted to pull out from under his arm, but his hands wrapped themselves into her hair and dragged her mouth to his. Her hands fisted and pushed against his chest. She could just imagine the scowl on Snape's face as he watched the two of them. Malfoy's tongue pushed roughly into her mouth, plunging deep. She smothered a groan and did the only thing she could think of to free herself. She bit his tongue as hard as she could.
Lucius jerked back and threw the girl off him. She landed on the floor hard. A few drops of blood trickled over her pale chin, letting him know she's done her worst. His eyes widened as she grinned up at him. Then she promptly spat his blood out onto the expensive carpeting covering the floor. Snape's hand curled around her arm and pulled her to her feet. He shoved the clothing she'd been wearing the night before into her hands silently. She slipped them on, unconsciously moving her body closer to his.
He shifted his position, and that scent that was unmistakably his wrapped it's self around her. Her body tightened at once, every muscle going taut with need for him. Stupid spell. The last thing she needed was another round of rutting. With any of them. All she wanted was a bath and some decent sleep.
' It would appear, Lucius, that she would prefer you keep your hands off her,' Severus snapped angrily.
'Well, now,' Lucius grinned. A truly evil grin that she didn't like. 'That's not how she felt last night. Is it, my dear?'
'Fuck you!' Kendra whispered, wanting to leave. The spell had apparently taken a good look at the testosterone level, decided it wanted nothing to do with the coming fight, and taken a fiver. She felt perfectly clear headed.
'Yes, you did. And I believe you enjoyed yourself,' the blonde laughed at them. She saw Snape's hand tightening on his wand. Her fingers clutched his arm and pulled. He didn't look at her, but she could tell she had his attention.
'Please can we go, Master?' she whispered, adding his title of ownership in front of Malfoy to tell him plainly who she was choosing. A silver eye brow arched up in wonder. The little vixen was actually choosing tall, dark and gloomy over him? Would miracles never cease? And, seeing as he was unarmed, he would rather she got Snape out of there before someone got hurt. Namely him. Snape had always been so much better at curses than he.
'Remember one thing, Malfoy. Never touch her again, or I'll find a curse that cannot be reversed to use on your entire family,' Severus warned, then swirled and dragged the silly chit after him by the lead clutched in his other hand.
'Do keep the leash and collar. She seems to enjoy them very much!' Lucius' voice called after them. Kendra could feel the blush riding high on her face. She hoped fervently that he would not take her out onto the streets of Diagon Alley looking like she did. Her hopes were only partially filled. He left the collar on her, merely ensuring the leash was threaded under the shirts she wore. Their high collars covered the leather one nicely. She knew that he was leaving them to remind her of what he thought of her. He pulled her behind him, collar and leash still firmly in place about her neck. He wordlessly dragged her into the hearth.
A pair of fireplaces and a handful of floo powder later, Kendra found herself back in his private chambers. She was really in need of a bath now. Snape dragged her out of his fire place they'd arrived through and into his living area. He hadn't spoken to her since he'd shown up in Draco's bedroom. His teeth were clamped together so hard, she was sure his jaw hurt.
They were once again hidden in his private chambers, in the bowels of the castle. She was wondering if he would speak to her. He seemed to have retreated into one of the moods she recalled from her days as a student. When they were finally behind closed doors, he removed the collar and leash and threw them to the other side of the room. She opened her mouth, about to thank him for coming to get her, when he rounded on her. The anger in his eyes made her close her mouth.
'You will go in that bathroom and scrub every last bit of Malfoy off of your body!' his hand pointed to a closed door. She stepped back involuntarily. Surely he didn't think she went with them to.... ' I do not want to *smell* that sick bastard on you when you finish, or I will take you back into the bath tub and scrub you raw myself!'
Apparently, he did. His orders brought her temper flaring to life. She planted her hands on her hips and glared back at him. If he was surprised by her display of anger, he didn't show it. He merely stood there, waiting. 'To hell with ye, as well! If ye think to shove me aboot like a bully in the school yard, think again! I'll not stand for it! Not from ye or anyone else! Acting as the middle to a Malfoy sandwich was not my bloody idea!' she ranted. He was secretly pleased to see a show of cheek from her. It told him that she hadn't suffered over much in the hands of Malfoy and his evil offspring.
'Bloody Draco has a spell cast upon his flat! Bloody Primal Lust! Bloody prat was lucky I didn't have the opportunity to hex him. His willie would have shrivelled to the size of a bloody dust mite!' she was rambling. They both knew it. She couldn't seem to stop herself, and he didn't seem inclined to stop her. It was no surprise that Draco had the place bespelled. Severus, himself, had taught Lucius the spell when they'd still been in school. But that also meant she'd been harboring some sort of desire for one of them. Or even both. The thought made his blood boil all over again. ' I'm of a mind to go back there and hex the little arse anyway! Smug, smarmy, arrogant git! And ye! Why the bloody hell did ye just stand there like that? Why didna ye pound the bastard? Why?....'
'Cease your prattle, woman!' he ordered, his voice barely above it's normal pitch. Kendra stopped mid-tirade to stare at him. He was seething with anger. If she wasn't mistaken, it was directed at her. He stepped closer, his fingers moving up to work the buttons on his stolen garb free. He shoved them to the floor and stared at her. There were two separate marks on her. One was on her shoulder, a dark bruise that was blatant in it's message. Lucius had known he'd be coming for the girl. This was his way of telling him without words what had happened. The other mark was around one nipple. Draco was ever the clumsy git. It looked as if it might actually be painful. 'Now tell me, Miss MacLeod. Did you enjoy your little romp last night?'
She stood blinking at him for a few moments. Was he out of his sodding mind? He had to be, to ask such a stupid question. If she had enjoyed it the way he seemed to think she had, she'd never have come back here with him. He was a bloody lunatic. He was pissing her off to no end. The idea that she would actually prefer the pair of stutting peacocks to him was ludicrous. Whoa! Where had that thought come from? She wasn't about to go there. That thought was twisted, mixed up with convoluted feelings. Things she wasn't ready to admit to herself. It made her even more angry than before, and she decided to take it out on the man before her.
'Why yes, Professor! I loved it. The two of them together. It was absolute bliss! I...' she snarled at him in a saccharine sweet voice.
' I told you to call me Severus! If you can't remember that, I shall take the paddle to your arse once again,' he growled at her. She feigned a look of fear.
' I've survived the Malfoys. I can ruddy well survive ye!' she spat angrily, then crossed her arms over her chest. It pushed her bare breasts up. He scowled even harder than before and jabbed his finger at her.
'You will go into that bathroom now! You will scrub yourself clean! You will be awaiting me here when I return in precisely one half hour! If not, the consequences will be severe!' he instructed in a soft voice, then stalked from his chambers. She stared at the spot where he had been standing for a few moments before heading for his bathroom. She was not about to push her luck any farther.
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When the predetermined half hour was up, Severus strolled back into his chambers to find Kendra standing exactly where he'd left her. She was dripping water onto his carpeting, but she was freshly scrubbed. Her skin was actually pink. He was impressed that she'd taken his orders to heart so easily.
He had gone into his classroom and allowed himself to calm down. Given the time to analyze all that had happened, he was some what confused. She had acknowledged him in front of Malfoy, in a manner which left nothing to question, as to whom she'd rather be with. Then she, when questioned, had turned into a stark raving bitch and told him he was the equivalent of a toad in the sack. Not a very good way to start off his plan of letting her know what he expected. It took him a good portion of the time he'd allowed her to figure out she'd said what she had out of pure spite.
What ever relationship the two of them had, if you could call it a relationship, was confusing. He'd never actually been involved to such a degree with any one. During his Death Eater days, all he'd had time for was, well.....rape. Call it what it was. The women had run from him, screaming in fear. He couldn't say he blamed them. He'd been so much more the bastard at the time. He was still a bastard, only slightly less so. None of it had prepared him for what he now faced. The girl was an enigma to him. She should be afraid of him, yet she didn't cower when he scowled at her. She shouted right back into his face when he first yelled at her. He was at a complete loss.
Her telling him she'd enjoyed her night with Lucius and Draco, when everything she'd said or done previously said she hadn't, was troubling him. Why say such a thing if it weren't true? ~To make you drive yourself crazy with thoughts and questions, you dolt!~ his brain screamed at him. It gave him a good, mental swift kick in the backside to set him on the right path of thoughts. ~She said those things to upset you! You offended her by asking such an obviously ridiculous question, half wit!~
He conceded that his brain had a valid point. It had been a rather idiotic question to ask. If she had truly enjoyed her time away from him, she could have chosen to stay with Malfoy and his son. Instead, she'd called him Master in front of the conceited swine and huddled against him in an unconscious plea for help. She'd gone with him without argument. Then he'd gone and asked such an unintelligent question. It was a wonder she hadn't hit him upside the head yet.
So, he decided he could ignore her going off with the Malfoys. Perhaps, the eventual bed sport between the three of them was not entirely all her fault. But he could not ignore the facts that she had run from him, then turned around and told him that she'd enjoyed the attention given her by the two golden gits of the wizarding world. He couldn't ignore the lie any more than he could ignore her running off as she had. For that, he had come up with a most wicked punishment.
Reaching into the folds of his robes, he withdrew a small vial that contained an irridescent blue fluid. It sparkled, even in the dimmer light of the candles now burning. He set it on the table nearest him, then bent and lifted the robes she'd stolen from him. ' I must admit, it does become intoxicating to see you in my robes. You wear them well. I should think they don't look half as good on me as they do on you. However,' he paused, his gaze flicking over her pinkened flesh. The bruises left by the Malfoys were now more prominent. It served to bring his normal scowl back to his face. It settled in place like well worn clothes. Snape threw the garments he held into his fire place.
With his wand, he ignited the black cloth and watched them burn a moment before turning back to her. 'You will have to reimburse me for those robes. I fear I would never have gotten the stench of Malfoy out of them, not matter how many times I had them cleaned,' his tone indicated he was deeply troubled by their loss. Kendra stared at him, wondering what game he was playing at now. He almost sounded.....civil. Oh,gods, she was in trouble now. He was getting evil. Snape never sounded civil. Would the real Severus Snape please stand up?
'Now, Miss MacLeod, I regret to inform you,' he continued. She noted he certainly didn't sound like he regretted it. In fact, he sounded as if he were looking forward to it very much. ' That your actions have been, shall we say, less than stellar Gryffindor behavior. As such, you have earned certain consequences. I am afraid I shall be forced to carry out your punishment.'
Kendra decided it was a very good time to be concerned about what was going to take place. Snape had never once, in the seven years she'd attended Hogwart's, behaved in such a well mannered way. He brought out a chair from a corner, one she'd have never noticed on her own, and set it behind her. His wand motioned to the chair, and she sat. She was too dumbfounded by his actions to do otherwise. He knelt before her. He was certainly taking a great deal of time going about this punishment of hers.
In one fluid movement, his mouth wrapped it's self around one of her nipples while one hand slithered it's way up between her thighs. Her legs automatically widened so his questing fingers could achieve their goal. Her back arched as his mouth pulled hard on her breast, pushing her still moist pussy toward him. Her hands came up, curling into the feather soft hair that always looked greasy. It was sensual beneath her skin, sliding through her fingers in a way that helped heighten her rapidly developing desire.
She gasped loudly into the near silence of the room, the crackle of his burning clothes the only noise besides their heavy breathing. His teeth were grating across her nipple, still sensative from the previous night. When he pushed three fingers into her aching core, she cried out. Her hips rocked toward his hand, intent on burying his digits as deep as they would go. His free hand moved up to twist the nipple Draco had bruised with his mouth earlier. She convulsed with need, her hips now plunging themselves up against his thrusting fingers.
Her muscles tightened around his hand. He could feel the quivering starting in her lower belly. She was ready to come. He took his hand away from her breast and held it out to the charmed vial. It floated into his hand silently. Using the nail on his thumb, he popped the lid open and slipped a finger over the top. Tipping it, he felt the liquid coat his finger tip. When he felt the very first waves of orgasm roll over her, he withdrew the pumping fingers. He replaced it with the fluid coated finger, rubbing the tip over the outer folds of her plump flesh.
Kendra felt a peculiar tingle begin along the swollen lips between her thighs. She watched as he tipped the vial against his finger once again, coating it a second time. When said digit touched her, it slid easily into the wet channel of her pussy. The tingling increased. She slapped her thighs together with a groan. He said nothing, merely pried them apart with his hands, then produced ropes from his pocket and began binding her feet to the legs of the chair. Her thighs were splayed wide, exposing her aroused sex to his gaze. When her hands moved for her pussy, he caught them in one of his and tied each one to the chair. For an extra touch, he dabbled a drop of the blue liquid onto her nipples. They promplty hardened into tight, painful peaks. 'What?....' she managed to gasp.
'This, Miss MacLeod, is a little potion I managed to develop some time ago. As yet, it is unnamed. But it has certain, desirable affects on the body. As I'm sure you've discovered by now,' his hand gestured to her openly displayed body. Her cunt was actually aching, quivering with the need to come. It seemed as if her entire body was throbbing, caught on the edge of climax. And the feeling was growing. Not diminishing with the removal of his hands. She groaned in frustration. 'Ah, I see you've figured out the punishment.'
'You....' she moaned, her back arching in an attempt to find a way to bring about her orgasm.
'Yes, I know. I'm a bastard. I should think you would know I don't need reminding on that point anymore. I am well aware of what I am. Any way, back to the topic at hand. This potion will keep you aroused. It will increase your state of arousal,' he told her, his gaze flicking over her lewdly arranged body. 'Until I choose to alleviate your problem, you will hover on the precipice of climax. And since I'm planning on retiring for the evening, you will stay that way until the morning.'
He stepped away from her, moving for his sleeping chambers. He heard her breath catch on a near sob. He knew he would find it intriguing to see how well she coped with this particular episode. He had just reached the door to his bedroom when her voice caught him. It trembled with need, soft and intoxicating. 'Severus, please. I need you.'
'That, my dear, is too bloody bad!' he replied harshly. Her words, the tone she had used, had brought his cock springing to life. It was more than happy to volunteer for the job of pleasing her. Of all the times to acquiesce to him so readily, it had to be when he intended to teach her a lesson she'd not be likely to forget. Before his door closed for the night, his name rang out in the room again. She whispered it on a sob. He was as likely to get sleep that night as she was.
Kendra sat in the hard chair, her body on fire. The potion had spread along her nerves, bringing them painfully to life. She throbbed with need. A need for the man who had just shut his door on her. A need that only he was able to quench. She quivered. It was going to be a very long night, in deed.....
end chapter nine.
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: no one under 18. this is grown up business. meaning lots of dirty words and sexual escapades.
Warnings: sex, some mild violence, gratuitous use of a Scottish brogue, lots of swearing and a cat that's plotting world domination. no, really!
Disclaimer: i don't own any of the recognizable characters in here. nor do i own places and events and the whole magical realm. everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. she is the genius and i merely bask in the glow of her talent. Kendra is mine, as is Wickersham. and the plot, such as it is. please don't hurt me or sue me or make disparaging comments about me or anything like that. i'm broke, i like pain and i've got a really wicked temper, which means i'll probably be mean back. you have been warned.
Author's Note: this was the only fic i used a beta on. with exception of Gin's work on Beyond Death, i think i do pretty okay on my own. and, as i wasn't savvy with HTML when i wrote this, all thoughts were denoted by the use of tildes ~...~
If The Crime Fits The Punishment - The Index
Chapter Nine: Repercussions
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Severus stood in the opened door way of his private office, complete shock registering slowly on his face. The desk was empty. All of his papers and other things were still scattered across the floor where he'd pushed them earlier. And so were the ropes he'd bound her to the desk with. They lay in small piles at each corner, cast aside like freshly shed snake skins.
He couldn't understand how she'd gotten free. He'd only been gone for some where over two hours. And before leaving the room, he had hexed the ropes with a small anti charm hex. So she couldn't magic her way out of them. There was no way she could have untied them herself. The knots had been no where near her hands. Absently, before leaving the room, he waved his wand and set everything to rights, including a small ceramic figurine that had been knocked over and broken.
Snape turned and made for his bedroom. He was certain she wasn't there waiting for him, but he just had to check. As he had expected, the bed clothes were still in disarray. The two goblets sat on the bedside table, untouched since he had given her the Veritaserum earlier. The doors on his armoire stood open. A pile of black lay puddled on the floor. Hastily thrown clothing, no doubt. Not only had the irritating twit gotten free of her bonds and run away, she'd done it in his clothes! He was well rid of the little piece of baggage. Having a woman about would prove to be nothing but a night mare. And yet, he couldn't help thinking.
Kendra had sworn she hated him, but she had reacted to him with a need so strong, she couldn't deny it. She refused to be cooperative in anything until he forced her to admit the truth. Then she was eager to have him. There was some truth to the old addage about never truly knowing a woman's mind. He certainly couldn't figure her out.
With a heavy sigh, he righted the bedding and put away his scattered clothing. There was only one place she could have gone, and that would be to Hogsmeade. She certainly wouldn't get very far without money or her wand. Maybe he should leave her to her fate. After all, he'd survived for quite some time without a woman in his bed. He could do so again. Easily.
He went out into his living area and flopped down onto the leather sofa. A bottle of brandy sat where he'd left it only a few nights prior. Forgetting to be civilized and use a glass, he pulled the top and swigged straight from the bottle. To hell with the arrogant girl! He certainly didn't need her. Though he had to admit, he had been rather looking forward to hearing her screaming more foul names at him when he'd returned earlier. And to hearing her moan his name in pleasure while he shagged her senseless.Time and again. He found he did so like her spirit, and one had to admire the way she focused on obtaining her goals. But he was not going, nor was he ready, to admit just how much of himself he could see in her.
Damn her! She had already crept into his thoughts! A stupid girl who had thought she could best him in torture and punishment. She'd given it a terribly impressive try, too. And now, when she was gone and he should be thankful for the peace and quiet, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Why the devil had the girl run? She had to know he wouldn't truly hurt her. Sure, he was a bastard, but he'd gotten past torturing and killing innocents for no other reason than it was fun quite a while ago. He'd seen the errors of his ways. Trying to make up for them was difficult, but he knew he would always be able to look back and see what horrible things he had done.
He sighed heavily and got up. Sitting on the couch, drinking himself blind, having himself a good old fashioned pity party would do him no good. He had to go find his wayward property. She had, after all, admitted to wanting him. She'd surrendered herself to him earlier. By rights, that meant he owned her. And one didn't just allow one's property to run about unchecked. After punishing her for her disobedience, he would try starting over with her. Maybe things could be a little more relaxed between them if he made her understand what it was he wanted from her.
Feeling better than he had just moments ago, he stood and went for the door. He stopped as it occured to him that the small snake figurine he had been given for a gift some time ago had been smashed upon the floor of his private office when he'd stepped into it. It hadn't been broken when he'd left his rooms for dinner earlier in the evening. He certainly hadn't been lying to Kendra when he'd told her that all of his possessions were warded. ~Well, not all of them,~ he thought annoyingly as his brain reminded him of his run away sex toy. There was no way she could have used magic to break it. Which meant someone else had been there.
His anger boiled up as he realized what had happened. Damn bloody House Elf! The only one on staff in the entire castle who still dared enter his personal chambers was Dobby. Shite! She'd conned the little twerp into releasing her bonds. He'd beat both of them when he got his hands on them. Dashing from his rooms, Snape ran through the halls, bellowing the Elf's name at the top of his lungs.
He stumbled across the Elf in the Entrance Hall. By the looks of it, the Elf had been expecting Severus to come looking for him. One white fingered hand curled about the Elf's throat and lifted his small body off the floor. Dobby wailed in fright when he was brought eye level with the black gaze of the Potions Master. 'Where did she go?' he demanded, his teeth clenched tightly to prevent himself from shouting.
'Dobby does not know who....' the Elf studdered, but the warning gaze from Snape silenced him.
' I know you let the girl out. I want to know where she went! If you do not tell me, I will gladly....' he began his threat, but was cut off in mid-sentence.
'There is some trouble, Severus?' Dumbledore's voice came from behind him. He schooled his expression into his normal mask of indifference, then turned to face the Headmaster. One of the older man's white eyebrows was raised up over the rim of his glasses questioningly.
'No, Headmaster. I was only questioning the Elf on whether he'd seen some of my property. It seems to have gone missing while I dined. Seeing as how the Elves know much of what goes on here in the castle, I decided to ask the first one I saw for help,' Snape told him. The words, while not entirely a lie, were not entirely the truth. Dumbledore watched him a moment longer, noting the placement of the dark man's hand on the Elf's neck, then nodded as if he were satisfied and walked away. When the other wizard had left them alone once again, Snape's head swung back toward the Elf sharply.
'Now, tell me where the girl has gone, or I will make your life here most unbearable,' he threatened in a soft, menacing voice. Dobby quaked in his grasp for a moment, then stuttered out an answer.
'Miss told Dobby she had friends to meet in Hogsmeade and she needed to be untied. Dobby did not know that she was your property, sir. Dobby would never have untied her if he had known Miss was to stay there,' the Elf told him anxiously. Snape was inclined to believe him. The girl had obviously told the House Elf a lie to gain his cooperation. He'd make sure she realized the error of her ways in that, too, when he finally dragged her back into his chambers. He dropped the Elf and made for the front door. Oh yes, Miss MacLeod was definitely going to realize the error of her ways when he was through with her.
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It was late when Severus reached the little wizard's village below the school. There was still much activity, though. Lights cast their illuminations out onto the street from large front windows, making a cheerful patchwork pattern on the ground. He paid no heed to any of it, merely stalked angrily to the one place he was certain she would have gone. The Three Broomsticks was still near bursting with people, laughter leaking out onto the streets along with patrons who were leaving. Those exiting quickly moved from his path as he passed them. No one dared cross Professor Snape's path when he wore that particular look.
The room fell to silence for a few moments when Severus stepped into the pub. His gaze scanned quickly over the gathered throng. When he failed to find the bright red head he was searching for, his scowl became more pronounced. Marching over to the bar, he confronted Madam Rosemerta. 'Ah, Severus. What brings you to my humble shop this late in the evening?' she asked sweetly, completely ignoring his fouler than usual mood.
'There was a young girl in here earlier. A head of flaming red hair, a pale complexion, and black robes. Perhaps looking as if.....' he began. Her bright smile brought his words to a halt.
'Of course the dear was in here. She took a table with the Malfoys,' Rosemerta supplied. Snape frowned.
'She was this tall?' he made a measure of heighth with one hand against his own body. Rosemerta nodded silently, her smile still beaming at him. He muttered some imaginative curses under his breath. Kendra with not one, but both Malfoy males? Their exploits were legend, and he was not happy to think of her becoming one of them. 'You're certain she was with them?'
'Oh yes. Both Lucius and Draco offered to take her home,' was the reply. This was not looking promising. His mood was rapidly deteriorating. This was certainly not what he'd expected. The Malfoys usually shunned little places like The Three Broomsticks. Too rustic for all that pureblood shite they'd spewed for years.
'And that was to where?' he questioned between gritted teeth.
'Why, London, of course. The girl apparently has a flat there,' she told him, now worrying over his unusual behavior. ' Is everything alright, Severus? Should I have not let the girl go with the Malfoys?'
'Do not worry yourself, Rosemerta. Nothing is wrong. Just curious. The girl is some distant blood relation. I'm quite certain she can take care of herself. I only asked after her because she neglected to tell me that she was leaving Hogwart's grounds.Thank you for all of your help,' he managed to say without biting off the words.
Exiting the pub, he went to the nearest public fire place. He certainly wasn't going to go looking for the girl with all those prying eyes looking on. He stepped into the gaping hearth, a handful of floo powder in his curled fist. 'Diagon Alley!' he snarled, tossing the floo powder about him. Flames of bright green crawled over his body, then the typical sensation of whirling assaulted his senses as he tumbled toward his designated grate.
Stepping from the fire place, he dusted soot and floo powder from his ominous robes and headed toward the Leaky Cauldron. There were few people wondering the wizarding shops at this hour, and he needed a moment to collect himself before going after the girl. The old pub was full to bursting, and he was forced to take a seat at the bar. The bartender approached, the question in his eyes. Severus shook his head and began thinking. Where would the Malfoys take the girl? Certainly not back to the family estate. Narcissa was aware of what her husband did, but he never actually flaunted it in her face.
Something niggled at the back of his brain, but he ignored it. He was more concerned with pressing matters. A flash of bright color caught his attention. A pair of young witches sat at a table not too far away, a bag on the flat surface before them. It was, and it was the only description he could come up with, bright pussy pink. Completely lewd. In black block print letters, across the slick facade, were the words Malfoy's Malicious Fetish Fancy. That was it!
His brain smacked him upside the head for not taking it's hint earlier. Kendra had told him that the younger Malfoy had bought a shop off Diagon Alley. He slipped from his stool, went over to the table with the two witches, and demanded to know where the shop was located. He got a hastily stuttered set of directions from one of the nervous girls. Then he was out the door, on his way to the shop. He was far too certain this was where he would find his errant possession.
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The fire place opened up into a tasteful, if over done, living area. He found the pile of black cloth laying on the floor and picked it up. His stolen garments. Damn it all to hell, the wench was here with the two biggest prats ever put on the earth. He turned and found his way to the bedroom on instinct. The door stood open, and he glared at the scene played out before him. The large bed was filled with naked flesh. Kendra was placed between both men. Her head and arms rested on Lucius' chest, one of his arms curled about her shoulder. Draco's body spooned along hers, his front pressed against her back. A strip of black leather caught his attention. A collar was around her throat, a leash attached to it. Severus pulled his wand, leveling it at the bed while grasping the looped handle of the lead with his other. When he was ready, he jerked the leather hard.
Kendra woke with a start, her chest heaving as she struggled for breath. The collar had pulled suddenly, bringing her awake with the thought that one of the two men sandwiching her on the bed was ready for round two. Both lay unmoving, still caught in the arms of slumber. Her gaze lifted and found well remembered black eyes boring into her with something like pure hate. His hand jerked the leash again. She was pulled across Lucius' chest. Laughter rumbled up out of the man beneath her as his arm caught her shoulder and held her in place.
She felt the bed shift behind her. Obviously, the intrusion had woken Draco up as well. She felt his hand stroke up her leg slowly. She couldn't help the quiver that rolled over her when his fingers slipped between her lips to find her clit. She was sore from the abraiding leather and the over zealous use of the two men the night before. As soon as his finger tips brushed across the highly sensatized nubbin of flesh, her hips rocked back toward him. A growl from Snape had her looking over her shoulder at her former school mate. He was wearing his look of arrogant satisfaction. It was purely to antagonize their former teacher.
'Good morning to you, Severus. So wonderful of you to grace us with your presence,' Malfoy's velvet voice wrapped around her skin while his fingers moved around to brush at the side of her breast. She closed her eyes as a familiar wave of desire skittered over her once again. Damn Draco and his lust enhancing spell.
'You will remove your hand from my property, or I will remove it for you,' Snape's voice was low. Lethal. Deadly. The tip of his wand was actually glowing. If she didn't get away from one of them now, there was bound to be trouble.
'Ever the barbarian, Severus. It's good to know some things never change,' Lucius said as his fingers crept ever closer to her nipple. She tried slipping from his grasp, but his arm tightened around her back. 'Anxious to leave me, my dear? It's not nice to leave without properly saying good bye. Espescially after the many firsts we shared.'
She wanted to pull out from under his arm, but his hands wrapped themselves into her hair and dragged her mouth to his. Her hands fisted and pushed against his chest. She could just imagine the scowl on Snape's face as he watched the two of them. Malfoy's tongue pushed roughly into her mouth, plunging deep. She smothered a groan and did the only thing she could think of to free herself. She bit his tongue as hard as she could.
Lucius jerked back and threw the girl off him. She landed on the floor hard. A few drops of blood trickled over her pale chin, letting him know she's done her worst. His eyes widened as she grinned up at him. Then she promptly spat his blood out onto the expensive carpeting covering the floor. Snape's hand curled around her arm and pulled her to her feet. He shoved the clothing she'd been wearing the night before into her hands silently. She slipped them on, unconsciously moving her body closer to his.
He shifted his position, and that scent that was unmistakably his wrapped it's self around her. Her body tightened at once, every muscle going taut with need for him. Stupid spell. The last thing she needed was another round of rutting. With any of them. All she wanted was a bath and some decent sleep.
' It would appear, Lucius, that she would prefer you keep your hands off her,' Severus snapped angrily.
'Well, now,' Lucius grinned. A truly evil grin that she didn't like. 'That's not how she felt last night. Is it, my dear?'
'Fuck you!' Kendra whispered, wanting to leave. The spell had apparently taken a good look at the testosterone level, decided it wanted nothing to do with the coming fight, and taken a fiver. She felt perfectly clear headed.
'Yes, you did. And I believe you enjoyed yourself,' the blonde laughed at them. She saw Snape's hand tightening on his wand. Her fingers clutched his arm and pulled. He didn't look at her, but she could tell she had his attention.
'Please can we go, Master?' she whispered, adding his title of ownership in front of Malfoy to tell him plainly who she was choosing. A silver eye brow arched up in wonder. The little vixen was actually choosing tall, dark and gloomy over him? Would miracles never cease? And, seeing as he was unarmed, he would rather she got Snape out of there before someone got hurt. Namely him. Snape had always been so much better at curses than he.
'Remember one thing, Malfoy. Never touch her again, or I'll find a curse that cannot be reversed to use on your entire family,' Severus warned, then swirled and dragged the silly chit after him by the lead clutched in his other hand.
'Do keep the leash and collar. She seems to enjoy them very much!' Lucius' voice called after them. Kendra could feel the blush riding high on her face. She hoped fervently that he would not take her out onto the streets of Diagon Alley looking like she did. Her hopes were only partially filled. He left the collar on her, merely ensuring the leash was threaded under the shirts she wore. Their high collars covered the leather one nicely. She knew that he was leaving them to remind her of what he thought of her. He pulled her behind him, collar and leash still firmly in place about her neck. He wordlessly dragged her into the hearth.
A pair of fireplaces and a handful of floo powder later, Kendra found herself back in his private chambers. She was really in need of a bath now. Snape dragged her out of his fire place they'd arrived through and into his living area. He hadn't spoken to her since he'd shown up in Draco's bedroom. His teeth were clamped together so hard, she was sure his jaw hurt.
They were once again hidden in his private chambers, in the bowels of the castle. She was wondering if he would speak to her. He seemed to have retreated into one of the moods she recalled from her days as a student. When they were finally behind closed doors, he removed the collar and leash and threw them to the other side of the room. She opened her mouth, about to thank him for coming to get her, when he rounded on her. The anger in his eyes made her close her mouth.
'You will go in that bathroom and scrub every last bit of Malfoy off of your body!' his hand pointed to a closed door. She stepped back involuntarily. Surely he didn't think she went with them to.... ' I do not want to *smell* that sick bastard on you when you finish, or I will take you back into the bath tub and scrub you raw myself!'
Apparently, he did. His orders brought her temper flaring to life. She planted her hands on her hips and glared back at him. If he was surprised by her display of anger, he didn't show it. He merely stood there, waiting. 'To hell with ye, as well! If ye think to shove me aboot like a bully in the school yard, think again! I'll not stand for it! Not from ye or anyone else! Acting as the middle to a Malfoy sandwich was not my bloody idea!' she ranted. He was secretly pleased to see a show of cheek from her. It told him that she hadn't suffered over much in the hands of Malfoy and his evil offspring.
'Bloody Draco has a spell cast upon his flat! Bloody Primal Lust! Bloody prat was lucky I didn't have the opportunity to hex him. His willie would have shrivelled to the size of a bloody dust mite!' she was rambling. They both knew it. She couldn't seem to stop herself, and he didn't seem inclined to stop her. It was no surprise that Draco had the place bespelled. Severus, himself, had taught Lucius the spell when they'd still been in school. But that also meant she'd been harboring some sort of desire for one of them. Or even both. The thought made his blood boil all over again. ' I'm of a mind to go back there and hex the little arse anyway! Smug, smarmy, arrogant git! And ye! Why the bloody hell did ye just stand there like that? Why didna ye pound the bastard? Why?....'
'Cease your prattle, woman!' he ordered, his voice barely above it's normal pitch. Kendra stopped mid-tirade to stare at him. He was seething with anger. If she wasn't mistaken, it was directed at her. He stepped closer, his fingers moving up to work the buttons on his stolen garb free. He shoved them to the floor and stared at her. There were two separate marks on her. One was on her shoulder, a dark bruise that was blatant in it's message. Lucius had known he'd be coming for the girl. This was his way of telling him without words what had happened. The other mark was around one nipple. Draco was ever the clumsy git. It looked as if it might actually be painful. 'Now tell me, Miss MacLeod. Did you enjoy your little romp last night?'
She stood blinking at him for a few moments. Was he out of his sodding mind? He had to be, to ask such a stupid question. If she had enjoyed it the way he seemed to think she had, she'd never have come back here with him. He was a bloody lunatic. He was pissing her off to no end. The idea that she would actually prefer the pair of stutting peacocks to him was ludicrous. Whoa! Where had that thought come from? She wasn't about to go there. That thought was twisted, mixed up with convoluted feelings. Things she wasn't ready to admit to herself. It made her even more angry than before, and she decided to take it out on the man before her.
'Why yes, Professor! I loved it. The two of them together. It was absolute bliss! I...' she snarled at him in a saccharine sweet voice.
' I told you to call me Severus! If you can't remember that, I shall take the paddle to your arse once again,' he growled at her. She feigned a look of fear.
' I've survived the Malfoys. I can ruddy well survive ye!' she spat angrily, then crossed her arms over her chest. It pushed her bare breasts up. He scowled even harder than before and jabbed his finger at her.
'You will go into that bathroom now! You will scrub yourself clean! You will be awaiting me here when I return in precisely one half hour! If not, the consequences will be severe!' he instructed in a soft voice, then stalked from his chambers. She stared at the spot where he had been standing for a few moments before heading for his bathroom. She was not about to push her luck any farther.
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When the predetermined half hour was up, Severus strolled back into his chambers to find Kendra standing exactly where he'd left her. She was dripping water onto his carpeting, but she was freshly scrubbed. Her skin was actually pink. He was impressed that she'd taken his orders to heart so easily.
He had gone into his classroom and allowed himself to calm down. Given the time to analyze all that had happened, he was some what confused. She had acknowledged him in front of Malfoy, in a manner which left nothing to question, as to whom she'd rather be with. Then she, when questioned, had turned into a stark raving bitch and told him he was the equivalent of a toad in the sack. Not a very good way to start off his plan of letting her know what he expected. It took him a good portion of the time he'd allowed her to figure out she'd said what she had out of pure spite.
What ever relationship the two of them had, if you could call it a relationship, was confusing. He'd never actually been involved to such a degree with any one. During his Death Eater days, all he'd had time for was, well.....rape. Call it what it was. The women had run from him, screaming in fear. He couldn't say he blamed them. He'd been so much more the bastard at the time. He was still a bastard, only slightly less so. None of it had prepared him for what he now faced. The girl was an enigma to him. She should be afraid of him, yet she didn't cower when he scowled at her. She shouted right back into his face when he first yelled at her. He was at a complete loss.
Her telling him she'd enjoyed her night with Lucius and Draco, when everything she'd said or done previously said she hadn't, was troubling him. Why say such a thing if it weren't true? ~To make you drive yourself crazy with thoughts and questions, you dolt!~ his brain screamed at him. It gave him a good, mental swift kick in the backside to set him on the right path of thoughts. ~She said those things to upset you! You offended her by asking such an obviously ridiculous question, half wit!~
He conceded that his brain had a valid point. It had been a rather idiotic question to ask. If she had truly enjoyed her time away from him, she could have chosen to stay with Malfoy and his son. Instead, she'd called him Master in front of the conceited swine and huddled against him in an unconscious plea for help. She'd gone with him without argument. Then he'd gone and asked such an unintelligent question. It was a wonder she hadn't hit him upside the head yet.
So, he decided he could ignore her going off with the Malfoys. Perhaps, the eventual bed sport between the three of them was not entirely all her fault. But he could not ignore the facts that she had run from him, then turned around and told him that she'd enjoyed the attention given her by the two golden gits of the wizarding world. He couldn't ignore the lie any more than he could ignore her running off as she had. For that, he had come up with a most wicked punishment.
Reaching into the folds of his robes, he withdrew a small vial that contained an irridescent blue fluid. It sparkled, even in the dimmer light of the candles now burning. He set it on the table nearest him, then bent and lifted the robes she'd stolen from him. ' I must admit, it does become intoxicating to see you in my robes. You wear them well. I should think they don't look half as good on me as they do on you. However,' he paused, his gaze flicking over her pinkened flesh. The bruises left by the Malfoys were now more prominent. It served to bring his normal scowl back to his face. It settled in place like well worn clothes. Snape threw the garments he held into his fire place.
With his wand, he ignited the black cloth and watched them burn a moment before turning back to her. 'You will have to reimburse me for those robes. I fear I would never have gotten the stench of Malfoy out of them, not matter how many times I had them cleaned,' his tone indicated he was deeply troubled by their loss. Kendra stared at him, wondering what game he was playing at now. He almost sounded.....civil. Oh,gods, she was in trouble now. He was getting evil. Snape never sounded civil. Would the real Severus Snape please stand up?
'Now, Miss MacLeod, I regret to inform you,' he continued. She noted he certainly didn't sound like he regretted it. In fact, he sounded as if he were looking forward to it very much. ' That your actions have been, shall we say, less than stellar Gryffindor behavior. As such, you have earned certain consequences. I am afraid I shall be forced to carry out your punishment.'
Kendra decided it was a very good time to be concerned about what was going to take place. Snape had never once, in the seven years she'd attended Hogwart's, behaved in such a well mannered way. He brought out a chair from a corner, one she'd have never noticed on her own, and set it behind her. His wand motioned to the chair, and she sat. She was too dumbfounded by his actions to do otherwise. He knelt before her. He was certainly taking a great deal of time going about this punishment of hers.
In one fluid movement, his mouth wrapped it's self around one of her nipples while one hand slithered it's way up between her thighs. Her legs automatically widened so his questing fingers could achieve their goal. Her back arched as his mouth pulled hard on her breast, pushing her still moist pussy toward him. Her hands came up, curling into the feather soft hair that always looked greasy. It was sensual beneath her skin, sliding through her fingers in a way that helped heighten her rapidly developing desire.
She gasped loudly into the near silence of the room, the crackle of his burning clothes the only noise besides their heavy breathing. His teeth were grating across her nipple, still sensative from the previous night. When he pushed three fingers into her aching core, she cried out. Her hips rocked toward his hand, intent on burying his digits as deep as they would go. His free hand moved up to twist the nipple Draco had bruised with his mouth earlier. She convulsed with need, her hips now plunging themselves up against his thrusting fingers.
Her muscles tightened around his hand. He could feel the quivering starting in her lower belly. She was ready to come. He took his hand away from her breast and held it out to the charmed vial. It floated into his hand silently. Using the nail on his thumb, he popped the lid open and slipped a finger over the top. Tipping it, he felt the liquid coat his finger tip. When he felt the very first waves of orgasm roll over her, he withdrew the pumping fingers. He replaced it with the fluid coated finger, rubbing the tip over the outer folds of her plump flesh.
Kendra felt a peculiar tingle begin along the swollen lips between her thighs. She watched as he tipped the vial against his finger once again, coating it a second time. When said digit touched her, it slid easily into the wet channel of her pussy. The tingling increased. She slapped her thighs together with a groan. He said nothing, merely pried them apart with his hands, then produced ropes from his pocket and began binding her feet to the legs of the chair. Her thighs were splayed wide, exposing her aroused sex to his gaze. When her hands moved for her pussy, he caught them in one of his and tied each one to the chair. For an extra touch, he dabbled a drop of the blue liquid onto her nipples. They promplty hardened into tight, painful peaks. 'What?....' she managed to gasp.
'This, Miss MacLeod, is a little potion I managed to develop some time ago. As yet, it is unnamed. But it has certain, desirable affects on the body. As I'm sure you've discovered by now,' his hand gestured to her openly displayed body. Her cunt was actually aching, quivering with the need to come. It seemed as if her entire body was throbbing, caught on the edge of climax. And the feeling was growing. Not diminishing with the removal of his hands. She groaned in frustration. 'Ah, I see you've figured out the punishment.'
'You....' she moaned, her back arching in an attempt to find a way to bring about her orgasm.
'Yes, I know. I'm a bastard. I should think you would know I don't need reminding on that point anymore. I am well aware of what I am. Any way, back to the topic at hand. This potion will keep you aroused. It will increase your state of arousal,' he told her, his gaze flicking over her lewdly arranged body. 'Until I choose to alleviate your problem, you will hover on the precipice of climax. And since I'm planning on retiring for the evening, you will stay that way until the morning.'
He stepped away from her, moving for his sleeping chambers. He heard her breath catch on a near sob. He knew he would find it intriguing to see how well she coped with this particular episode. He had just reached the door to his bedroom when her voice caught him. It trembled with need, soft and intoxicating. 'Severus, please. I need you.'
'That, my dear, is too bloody bad!' he replied harshly. Her words, the tone she had used, had brought his cock springing to life. It was more than happy to volunteer for the job of pleasing her. Of all the times to acquiesce to him so readily, it had to be when he intended to teach her a lesson she'd not be likely to forget. Before his door closed for the night, his name rang out in the room again. She whispered it on a sob. He was as likely to get sleep that night as she was.
Kendra sat in the hard chair, her body on fire. The potion had spread along her nerves, bringing them painfully to life. She throbbed with need. A need for the man who had just shut his door on her. A need that only he was able to quench. She quivered. It was going to be a very long night, in deed.....
end chapter nine.
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