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Chapter 15*

In Snape's Chambers

You finally made it to Snape's chambers late at night, your heart pounding with anticipation. The dimly lit room felt charged with tension as you closed the door behind you. Snape was already seated on the side of the bed, his dark eyes fixed on you.

"Why did you need to see me so badly?" you asked, trying to maintain a facade of nonchalance, though you both knew the answer.

His gaze didn't waver. "Undress."

You raised an eyebrow, your defiance sparking. "I'm not a puppet, Severus. I don't like following orders."

He leaned back slightly, his expression calm but stern. "Then you can leave. But we both know you don't want that."

A moment of silence hung between you before you began to undress, your movements deliberate and slow. Once you were completely bare, Snape stood and approached, the locket glinting in his hand. He placed it back around your neck, his touch lingering on your skin. "Do not take this off."

You nodded, feeling the weight of the locket against your chest, a constant reminder of the bond between you.

Scene: The Confrontation

Snape sat back down, his eyes never leaving yours. "Now, tell me what you and Blackwood were talking about."

Your heart sank, the earlier defiance ebbing away. "Do we have to talk about this right now? Can't we make love first?"

His expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. "You did the same thing to me after we made love the first time. Manipulated me. I won't be that foolish again."

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. "Adrian wants to be allies. He thinks we can help each other achieve our goals. I agreed to see where it goes."

Snape's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions—concern, jealousy, and something deeper. "And do you trust him?"

You met his gaze, trying to gauge his reaction. "I trust him to act in his own interest, which for now aligns with mine. But I'm careful."

Snape stood up, his presence imposing as he moved closer to you. "You must be more than careful. You must be vigilant. Trust is a dangerous commodity, especially with someone as cunning as Blackwood."

You nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. "I will. I promise."

The tension between you hung thick in the air, a mix of desire and unspoken words. Snape's hand reached out, cupping your cheek gently. "Remember, manipulation is a double-edged sword. Don't let it be your downfall."

You leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. "I won't."

Suddenly, Severus pushed you onto the bed, his movements swift and decisive. You gasped as he positioned you over his knee, his hand coming down hard on your bare skin. Each spanking stung, sending a jolt of sensation through your body.

"You've been an insufferable, entitled little witch," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "And this is your punishment."

You whimpered, the sharp pain mixing with a strange sense of exhilaration. "Severus, please—"

"Begging already?" he taunted, his hand coming down again, harder this time. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet."

Each strike was accompanied by a surge of heat, your body responding to the rough treatment in ways you hadn't expected. Finally, when your pleas turned into desperate whimpers, he stopped, his hand gently soothing the reddened skin.