Now I was sitting here in this old, wet dungeon room. Without any other students at 8 o'clock in the evening. The only other person here was my way too hot Potions teacher who was grading papers of his other students and paid no attention to me.
I always had a little weakness for this mysterious and dark aura. If I had ever told Harry or Ron, they would have had me committed to a psychiatric ward.
Yesterday during Potions class I couldn't really concentrate because Professor Malfoy was standing behind me all the time and making me nervous. I messed up my potion badly and got myself detention. I wasn't really angry about it. So I had more time to watch this man and didn't have to find excuses to show up at his office.
I bet he was muscular under those black clothes that covered too much. Those broad shoulders were just begging to be clung to while he pressed you against the wall with his adonis body and his hopefully big-
"Miss Granger!"
I was promptly jolted out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw his grey-coloured eyes.
"Is there a problem, sir?"
"You're not here to stare around." He said coldly, not taking his eyes off me.
"Don't you understand what you are supposed to do or do you want to disobey my instructions and simply annoy me as always?"
Oh so that's how it is.....
"Me? Disobey your instructions? This would never come to my Mind."
I wanted fun and this promised to be fun......
"It better be." he said quietly, turned around, went back to his desk and sat down.
He didn't take his eyes off me and watched every single move I made, which didn't help me concentrate. I couldn't even understand the first task on this assignment. What happens If I mix what with what? I don't know.....
I was getting really hot under his penetrating gaze, so I opened the first 3 buttons of my blouse to cool down a bit. He traced my hands and caught my now visible cleavage with his eyes. I leaned forward a little, of course, so that I could write better and not so that he had a better view. He swallowed hard and I was proud of it. It's fun to unsettle such a calm, thoughtful and always resolute person. I wanted to go a bit further with this.
"Is everything alright Professor?" I asked sweetly and began to open the blouse wider.
"Miss Granger. What are you trying to do?" His voice sounded rough and dark which gave me goosebumps.
"What am I trying to do, sir, I'm just hot. Do you mind?"
"You know that this should be punished? You won't get out of here like that." He focused on my face and slowly got up again to stand in front of me.
"What if I don't want to get out of here?" I provoked him further and was about to unhook my bra when he suddenly stood close behind me and pulled me out of my chair to press me back against the table. I was breathing heavily.
"You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Granger..... I am not a good man. Shouldn't you be looking for an insufferably nice classmate to seduce rather than your teacher who can get into terrible trouble for it?"
"Not if it stays between us, sir" silence.
He seemed to be debating with himself.
He sighed and said "Merlin forgive me."
The next thing I felt was his soft yet hard lips on mine. I sighed into the kiss and let my hands roam over his still-wrapped chest, wanting to rip that jet-black shirt off his body. I had wanted this for 4 years and I never thought it would actually happen. My patience was not great.
He dominated my mouth with his and forced his tongue in. His hands were pulling my already loose blouse off my torso when he stopped me from unbuttoning his shirt and tucked my hands behind my back.
"No. I am gonna stay clothed. You don't deserve to have me naked yet."
I groaned in frustration and whined, "Stopp teasing me. I want to touch you! I desired this for so long."
"It's I want to touch you, Sir. And we play after my rules or not at all. It's up to you."
I thought about it for a moment but came to the conclusion that I certainly don't want to stop just because he doesn't want to take his shitty shirt off.
"Fine..." I gave in.
"Good Girl." He started kissing my neck, sucking on it and spreading light bites.
I rolled my eyes and moaned at this praise. He lifted my skirt and pressed his pelvis against mine. I could feel his hard erection through the fabric of his trousers which only made me wetter than I already was. I started rubbing myself against him.
I wanted him so bloody badly.
The last time I had sex was way too long ago. About a year and a half. It was with Cormac and not very well. In my defence, I was drunk off my ass, mad at Ronald and he was the only one there. A pretty bad combo, if you ask me.
"Shit. I can feel your wetness through my trousers, love. Is this all for me?"
I moaned again. He needs to stop with these pet names, if he doesn't want me to lose my usually so clear mind right away.
"Come on. I want you to use your words. You're always so good at that, love." He started fucking me through his pants which made me cling to him. I needed him so much.
"Yes. I am so wet for you, Sir. Whenever I am in your class. I am always so wet." I whimpered. It was true. I always left his class with my knickers drowned in my arousal.
"Such a naughty girl. Is that the reason why you're always so distracted? You're thinking about me fucking you against the wall or over my Desk?"
I nodded and he groaned at the thought.
"Did you touch yourself while thinking of me, love? Maybe even during class?" Hitting my Clit every time he thrusts his hips forward.
I blushed immediately. He saw it. I thought I was really careful.....
He started grinning, "I noticed it when you left my class and your chair was coated with your sweet arousal. I loved every second of tasting you." He whispered.
Okay. That was it. Now I wanted him more than ever. Wrong. I felt like I was going to burn if he didn't take me now.
"Fuck me, Professor. Now. Please." I heard me begging "I need you so fucking bad. I want to feel your big cock inside of me. I want you to come in me, please, Professor."
"That's what I wanted to hear."
He quickly turned me around and bent me over the table so that I was lying with my upper body flat on my blank sheets of paper while he still held my arms with one of his hands behind my back. I felt him open his trousers with his other hand and free his hard erection. He sighed with relief when he was finally no longer squeezed into the uncomfortable trousers.
"I'll fuck you till you black out, love. And you're gonna love every minute of it." He hissed.
I could feel the weeping head of him as he brushed against me and we both groaned loudly at the contact. The stretch as he entered me was immaculate. If there were any way to bottle and sell how it felt as he pushed himself inside of me, I would be a billionaire tomorrow.
"I never thought- you feel so- oh my God -" he seemed at a loss for words. The nonsense falling from his lips only increased as he fucked me. I could barely make out any of it anymore, and the sounds falling from my lips no longer sounded human.
My breath was coming in quickly now as it left me in short, small gasps. "That's it, love," he whispered. "Swallow my cock with your cunt." He dropped a kiss on the back of my neck, and the sound I made was loud.
"You're so tight, love. You feel so fucking good around my cock." He groaned and thrusts deeper and deeper and Oh my fucking god.... it feels so good...
My upper body was pushed over the rough wooden table with each of his movements. I was sure to get a lot of bruises, but at this point, I didn't really care. This was better than anything I had ever imagined. His thrusts got harder and harder and his rhythm was just right.
"Just like this, Professor. Please don't stop." I moaned. I wouldn't last long if he kept it up.
"Please," I begged, simply unable to manage any other words at this point.
"Almost done, love. Just a bit longer. You're doing so good for me."
I could do it. I could hold on. I just had to wait a little bit longer.
His cock brushed against the front wall inside of me, making me clench around him. He cursed under his breath, stilling for a moment. It was somewhat a relief that I wasn't alone in what I was feeling - desperate.
I could feel every throb of his cock, every vein running up the side of it, the slight curve to it as it pressed against my G-spot.
When I started to reach my peak, I found the words to beg him. "Come inside of me. Come with me. Please, Professor, I'm so close, I'm gonna-" I broke off.
"Come all over my cock. Coat me in it. Come on, I need it." He sounded strained as he begged me, his hips losing rhythm as he came inside of me. His orgasm set mine off, and I blacked out momentarily as my cunt clenched around him. He groaned so loudly it bordered on a shout, as I actually did scream.
"Fuck.... that was-" "Exciting?" I interrupted my professor breathlessly as we were still connected "Illegal." he finished his sentence and quickly pulled away from me and straightened his clothes.
He was far from his usual composed demeanour and he looked pissed "How could I?! Why did you do that?!" he literally shouted at me "This could cost me my fucking job, do you realise that?!" he looked like he was about to blow up and disrupt everything around him.
I was confused by the sudden change of mood and was now looking at him slightly sourly as well.
I was working on saying something back when he continued "Go away. I don't want to see you anymore and I swear to you," he came back up to me and flashed his normally beautiful grey eyes at me menacingly, "if you tell even one fucking human soul about this.... let's just say you don't want to find out. What are you waiting for? Get the fuck out!"