Torture. The word sent an unpleasant shiver down my spine and, honestly, made me feel a little queasy. I swallowed hard. You agreed to this, I thought to myself. You want this man. This is what he wants. You want what he wants.

Snape got up off the bed and disappeared through a door I had not noticed before. I took the opportunity to take some deep, calming breaths and look around his room. It was dungeon-like, similar to his classroom in many ways. A bookshelf lined one of the walls, from floor to ceiling. It was crammed full of books - mostly potions books, from what I could see, or books that could be related to Potions. There were books on the human body, the muscular system, the central nervous system, etc. Apart from the bookcase, there wasn't much else in the room: a shelf on another wall, which contained a number of potions I didn't immediately recognize; a black leather armchair with a table next to it, where I imagined he sat and read books; and the bed I was lying on. It was a large, king-sized bed, with black satin bedclothes which I adored. I rolled over on my stomach, loving the feel of the smooth satin on my bare skin.

"How do you feel about chains?" Snape asked, coming back into the room, dragging a trunk behind him.

"Um…"

" 'Um' is not a word, Belladonna," he sneered. I felt my skin break out in goosebumps at the sound of my name on his lips.

"Well…I suppose I've never…I've never been chained, Sir, so I don't know how I feel about them," I said smartly.

"Do you have any problem with me chaining you to the wall?" he asked. More goosebumps.

"No Sir," I responded.

"Good girl. Of course, your opinion doesn't really matter, does it?"

"No Sir."

"Whose opinion matters?"

"Yours, Sir."

"Yes. Who is the Master?"

"You are, Sir."

"And who is the slave?"

"I am."

"Good girl. Now, stand up," he ordered.

I hastened to obey as he used his wand to open the trunk. He rummaged around a minute, than pulled out a set of metal link chains. He closed the trunk and turned to me.

"Against the wall," he commanded, nodding to the blank slate of wall that had no shelf on it. I hurried over and stood with my back to the wall. He came to stand before me, but I wasn't looking at him. I was looking at the chains in his hands. They had shackles on the end. He opened his mouth and I knew what he was going to say before he said it. I extended my wrists.

"…Good girl," he said with a wry smile. He closed one of the shackles over my left wrist and tested it. It wasn't so tight as to bite into my skin- he could fit two fingers between my wrist and the metal- but it wasn't so loose that I could slip out. He closed the other one over my other wrist at the same tightness. He took the other end of the chains and attached them to a spot on the wall above my head. I looked up to see hooks on the wall. I hadn't noticed them before because they were in a shaded spot.

Just as I was starting to think This isn't so bad, he tapped the chain with his wand and it retracted, forcing my arms above my head. I tested the chain and found it had no give to it whatsoever. I was pinned to the wall.

Snape stood back to admire me a moment, then walked back over to his mysterious trunk.

"Now, if at any time this gets to be too much for you, you can use a safe word- green means you are fine, yellow means not so hard, and red means stop. Understand?"

"Yes Sir," I replied.

"Good. Now…I think we'll start out with the flogger," he said, pulling something out of the trunk. It was made of some sort of black leather, which looped on the end. He approached me slowly, twirling it in a somewhat menacing way. I was watching it, somewhat transfixed by the movement of it and the gentle noise it made as it moved through the air. When he got close, he flicked his wrist and hit me with it across my breasts. I let out a yelp, mostly of surprise.

"Red, yellow, green," he said, hitting me again.

"Green," I said immediately.

It did hurt…but it certainly wasn't unbearable. It wasn't even entirely unpleasant.

He flogged me for quite some time. Just when it would start to be unbearable, and I thought about using a safe word, he would move to a different spot. It had to have been half an hour or more before he finally stepped away.

"Mm, you're nice and red," he said, running a cool hand across my breast, making me shiver. I didn't have to look to know the skin over my breasts and my thighs were red. I could feel the heat in them. He ran his cold hand along all the heated places, cooling them with his touch and making me shudder and squirm. He was smirking all the while with a somewhat thoughtful look on his face.

"I think you'll look even better with a blindfold. Do you object?" he asked, leaving me and walking over to his trunk.

"N-no Sir," I replied.

"Excellent."

He came back with a bit of black cloth. He brushed my hair out of my face, tucking a loose strand behind my ear. Then he fastened the cloth around my eyes and adjusted it.

No light penetrated the blindfold. All was black. I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Can you see?"

"No Sir," I answered.

He said nothing, but I felt him move away from me- the absence of the heat of his presence told me he moved away from me. My ears strained to hear, to give me some sense of where he was, what he was doing. My heart was racing in anticipation. What would come next? More pain? Another flogger, a spanking…or something more sinister that my innocent mind could not fathom.

Suddenly, his hand touched me, making me jump slightly. His hand was wet with something- it wasn't quite the texture of water. I inhaled deeply. There was a faint smell of coconut. If I had to guess, I would have said it was coconut oil.

He rubbed the oil over my chest, my breasts, my stomach and my thighs. I squirmed slightly under his touch, not knowing where he was going to touch me next. I thought I heard him laugh, but couldn't be sure.

He moved away again and my skin felt cool at the lack of contact.

"I'm going to try something now," he said, his voice coming from the other side of the room near the bed.

I wanted to ask what, but had a feeling that I should not speak. My ears still strained to hear his movements. I heard a faint footstep, the swish of fabric, but nothing more. All of a sudden, something dropped on my skin. It felt like molten fire! I let out a yelp and struggled against my chains as it ran down my breasts and stomach.

"S-st- red," I said, remembering the safe words. The dripping stopped and he pulled the blindfold off.

"Are you okay?" he asked, actually sounding concerned. I looked down to see it was wax he had dripped on me. He held a candle in his left hand- it was one from beside the bed. He blew it out, then knelt to blow a cool stream of air on my stomach. It cooled the wax.

"I'm okay," I said with a deep exhale. "Just…surprised me is all."

"Do you wish me to discontinue?"

"No!" I exclaimed immediately. "No Sir."

He smirked slightly.

"Was it too hot?"

"I think, just…maybe without the blindfold, it wouldn't be so…so bad," I said. "If that is okay, Sir?"

He nodded his assent. He tossed the blindfold aside. He lifted the candle and with a wave of his hand, the fire returned to the wick of the candle. This time I was able to see what was happening and brace myself before the hot wax touched my skin. I moaned at the sensation of heat on my skin. It was only a brief pain, however. The wax cooled quickly. He waited a few seconds before dripping more on me- just enough time for me to recover and prepare for more.

We played with the wax for more than half an hour. When my chest and breasts were covered, he blew out the candle. He set it back on the bedside table and picked up his wand. He tapped the chains that constrained me and I was immediately released. After having been bound to the wall for so long, my legs couldn't support me. Luckily, he caught me and held me steady until I could stand on my own.

He moved me to the center of the room and told me to stay. I stood, immobile as a statue, while he went and got the flogger. He came back, swinging the flogger as before, and quickly struck me with it. It hurt more this time and I yelped a little.

"Heh. You are more sensitive to the pain now," he said.

"I'm okay, Sir," I said immediately.

"I didn't ask if you were, slave," he said, hitting me again. "I am going to flog this wax off of you, whether you like it or not."

The words sent shivers down my spine but I knew that, if I wanted to, I could still stop him. It was just talk. I was surprised to see that his cock was fully erect again and straining against his boxer shorts, though at this point I shouldn't have been surprised by anything.

I found the increased pain even more enjoyable than the previous flogging. I noticed the wax coming off in flakes that scattered over the floor like snow. Once all of the wax was off- or at least mostly off- he pushed me towards the bed again.

"On your stomach," he ordered.

"Yes Sir," I said obediently. I lay on my stomach and the cool of the satin sheets felt amazing against my heated skin. I let out of sigh of relief.

I lifted my head to look when his hand touched my backside.

"Head down, slave," he barked and I immediately dropped my head, facedown on the sheet. I felt his hand move over my butt. Then he pushed my legs apart and ran his hand along my slit.

"You're horny again, aren't you, you little slut?" he cooed. The extreme change in his tone was immediate and baffled me.

"Yes Sir," I gasped, feeling his finger slip inside me. "I never s-stopped being…"

"Too bad," he said, withdrawing his fingers. "I am not quite ready to fuck you again just yet."

I groaned as he moved away. I did not dare lift my head for fear of being chastised again. A moment passed and he returned. He ran his hand along my back, lightly scratching his nails down my back. I couldn't suppress a moan and I squirmed, arching my back into his touch.

"Oh you like that, don't you?"

"Yes Sir! I really like that," I gasped.

"Good. I am going to be doing…something like that."

He moved his hand a moment and when it returned to touch me, he was wearing some sort of glove. He let me feel the rough fabric as he rubbed his palm along my back. Then he scratched me with something sharp. I let out a little cry of pain that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure. This hurt- but it was by far the most enjoyable hurt I had experienced.

"Wow. I guess we found your favorite toy," he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. I whimpered and arched my back as he dragged the nails across my back again.

"Heh. You may lift your head and look," he said. I lifted my head and turned to look at the gloves he wore. They were made out of dragonhide, that was evident, and they were covered with small purple scales. The nails on the end were sparkling silver and curved to look like claws, but there was no way they were real dragon claws. Real dragon claws would cleave flesh from bone in seconds. I didn't even know I was bleeding until I saw the faint red on the tips of the nails.

I lowered my head, encouraging him to continue his mutilation of my back. I loved every second of it. I was squirming and thrashing about like crazy and so horny I thought I could probably cum without touching myself. Finally, I had to beg him to stop.

"Please- please Sir. If you don't stop…I'm going to go insane," I moaned. "I think I'm going to cum!"

This made him stop.

"You will not cum until I tell you to, understand?" he said.

"Yes Sir, I know," I replied. I started to roll over, but he stopped me.

"Wait, let me put some Dittany on your back," he said. "I don't want you to get infected."

"Is it really that bad?" I asked, craning my neck to try and see. I couldn't see. I touched my back gingerly with my hand and they came away wet with blood.

"Doesn't it hurt?" he asked, selecting a bottle of the shelf.

"Not really. It stings a bit," I said with a shrug.

He came back with a bottle of Essence of Dittany and began to dab it on my back. It took the sting out my back and I could imagine the wounds closing. After a minute, he gave me permission to turn back over.

"Ready to be fucked again?" he asked, taking off the gloves and laying them aside.

"Oh yes Sir!" I exclaimed. He chuckled and flopped down onto the bed.

"On top, slave," he ordered and I eagerly climbed on top of him. He found my entrance and immediately plunged his cock inside of me. No prelude this time, no teasing. He was more than ready and so was I. He began to thrust in and out of me quickly and I moved down to meet his every thrust. He brought his hand down hard against my backside, making me cry out in surprise, amazed by the combination of pleasure of pain. He began scratching my back with his regular nails and I moaned loudly. It wasn't as great as the dragon gloves, but it was still pretty fantastic.

I grasped onto his shoulders to help steady myself as I rode his cock furiously. I knew I was close, but I remembered he said not to cum without his permission.

"Please Sir," I gasped as I continued to ride him. "I'm…I really need to…May I cum, please, Sir?"

"I love it when you beg," he said, his breathing labored. "Yes, you may cum."

I let myself go with a loud cry and waves of pleasure washed over me like I had never felt before. I felt him cum as I did. I was glad because when my orgasm was complete, I literally collapsed on top of him. He gently rolled me aside and I reflexively curled into the crook of his arm. I couldn't move or breathe to speak for several minutes. I literally felt light-headed.

"That was…unlike anything I've ever…unlike any other…" I stammered, trying to find the words.

"I understand," he said with a nod. "It was the endorphins from playing."

"Oh. …Is that what you call it? Playing?"

He nodded again.

"Well maybe I could…play with you again sometime?" I asked hopefully.

"I would like that," he said, tightening his arm around me. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and buried my face in his side. Whatever kind of relationship we would have or would not have…for the moment, I was happier than I had ever been.

THE END

Author's Note: Okay, now it's really the end. Sorry for the suck-y ending. I'm not all that great with short stories, but I hope you kinky, Snape-loving folks enjoyed it. And remember, I'm still pretty new to all this (the kink, not the writing) so bear with me. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review! I'd love any advice or even just 'it's awesome'. It makes a difference, ya know?

~LilReporterGirl