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Wrapped Around Your Finger
You consider me the young apprentice Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis Hypnotized by you if I should linger Staring at the ring around your finger
My eyes are closed with pleasure, but I open them when I feel him pull his mouth from my cock. Silver eyes glitter with malice as he looks up and taunts me: “Oh Professor Snape, you sexy bitch.”
Damn him. Beautiful, maddening creature, he knows his power over me, and will flaunt it if I let him. I throw one leg over him and wrestle him onto his back. He is young, and strong, but I have the twin advantages of reach, and long experience with this game, and in the end, I am straddling him, on top, at least in the physical sense.
“Why, Professor,” he breathes. “You didn’t tell me you wanted to play rough tonight.”
I have only come here seeking knowledge Things they would not teach me of in college I can see the destiny you sold Turn into a shining band of gold
I have a sudden urge to slap him, to see the print of my hand red against that pale skin. “Insolent brat,” I sneer, falling back on words as my weapon of choice. He laughs at me.
I’ll be wrapped around your finger I’ll be wrapped around your finger
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, Professor.” Just the barest emphasis on my title, a reminder of who has the real power here. Most people would condemn me for this, for having this lovely boy in my bed. They don’t know him. I have not seduced an innocent; far from it. He approached me, all soft hands and hot, wet, mouth as talented at delivering pleasure as insults. I couldn’t refuse him, and he knew it....Snape the ugly, the oily, despised by enemies and allies alike—how could I, of all people, resist Draco Malfoy?
Mephistopheles is not your name I know what you’re up to just the same I will listen hard to your tuition You will see it come to its fruition
I’ll be wrapped around your finger I’ll be wrapped around your finger
I bend my head to place a kiss on those perfect lips, flushed a dark rose with arousal. He grins back and wiggles his hips, making his erection bounce. I consider taking him in my mouth, but he would enjoy that far too much, and I am not feeling generous right now. Instead, I shove his legs apart—not a difficult task, that, for me or anyone else—coat my shaft and his opening in warm oil, since damaging him is not my goal, and enter him.
He makes a sound halfway between a moan and a whimper; I am not being especially gentle. I give his small, hard nipples a quick twist and then let my hand rest on his throat, my fingers pressing ever so lightly against the soft flesh under his jaw. The silver eyes go wide, and I smile at him as I fuck him. He squirms beneath me and tries to wriggle out of my grip, slippery and boneless as the emblem of our House. I lean forward, pinning him to the bed with my cock and my hands until I see the first hints of terror glinting in the back of his lovely eyes. I know when to stop, but he doesn’t know that I do.
Devil and the deep blue sea behind me Vanish in the air you’ll never find me I will turn your face to alabaster When you find your servant is your master
I climax deep inside him, feeling somewhat lightheaded myself as I sheath myself fully in that lovely warm tightness. Only when I am completely spent do I lift my hand from his throat. He will have bruises there, I think. He stares at me, fear slowly shifting to anger.
“You could have really hurt me, you know,” he says in that irritating drawl. “I suggest that you be more careful next time, Professor. I might start feeling...unsafe...around you, and I’d have to tell someone about this. You wouldn’t want my father to know that my teacher was molesting me, now, would you?”
I raise an eyebrow. “What makes you think he doesn’t already know?”
He closes the door with far more force than necessary. I smile, and go to my desk to write to Lucius, telling him that his son’s instruction is proceeding nicely.
You’ll be wrapped around my finger You’ll be wrapped around my finger
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