Day 7: Orgasm Denial

Day 7: Orgasm Denial

The air in the room was thick with tension, the faint crackling of the fire the only sound between them. Harry stood by the edge of Snape's bed, his heart hammering in his chest. He'd been here countless times before, but tonight, something felt different—sharper, more intense.

Snape stood in front of him, dark eyes gleaming with that same predatory gaze Harry had come to both fear and crave. The man's presence was suffocating, powerful, and Harry could already feel himself being drawn into it, his body responding even before a single word was spoken.

"Strip," Snape commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

Harry obeyed without hesitation, his fingers trembling slightly as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. His trousers followed, leaving him completely bare in front of Snape, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps on his skin. Snape's eyes roamed over Harry's body, taking in every detail with a look that made Harry's stomach twist with anticipation.

"On the bed," Snape ordered, his tone brokering no argument. "On your back."

Harry's pulse quickened, but he did as he was told, climbing onto the bed and lying flat on his back, his cock already half-hard from the weight of Snape's gaze alone. He watched as Snape moved slowly, deliberately, removing his outer robes, leaving him in nothing but his trousers. The sight of Snape's lean, muscled torso, shadowed in the flickering firelight, sent a surge of heat through Harry's body.

Snape climbed onto the bed, his presence looming over Harry as he straddled him, his knees pressing down on either side of Harry's hips. Snape's fingers ghosted over Harry's chest, teasingly light, making Harry's breath hitch as his body responded to the touch. He could feel his cock hardening, already aching for attention, but he knew better than to reach for it.

"You know why you're here tonight," Snape murmured, his voice a low growl as his fingers trailed lower, barely brushing over the line of hair leading to Harry's cock. "You need to learn patience. You need to learn control."

Harry's breath hitched as Snape's hand moved lower, fingers lightly grazing his cock, teasing him with the barest of touches. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, his body already trembling with need, but he knew that Snape wouldn't make this easy. Snape never made things easy.

"Tonight, you'll learn to wait," Snape continued, his tone dangerously soft. "You'll come when I say so, and not a moment before."

Harry whimpered softly, his body arching up slightly, trying to chase Snape's touch. He was already hard, his cock twitching with need, but Snape's fingers moved away, leaving him desperate for more.

Snape smirked, clearly enjoying the way Harry squirmed beneath him. He shifted his weight, reaching for his wand, and with a quick flick, Harry felt his wrists being bound to the headboard by invisible restraints. The sudden loss of movement made Harry's heart race even faster, the feeling of being completely at Snape's mercy sending a surge of arousal through him.

"Spread your legs," Snape commanded, his voice low and firm.

Harry obeyed, spreading his legs as wide as he could, his body fully exposed. He could feel the cool air against his cock, could feel the tension building inside him as Snape's eyes roamed over him, taking in the sight of Harry so vulnerable, so desperate.

Without warning, Snape's hand wrapped around Harry's cock, his grip firm but not enough to give him the friction he needed. Harry gasped, his hips jerking up involuntarily, but Snape's other hand pressed down on his stomach, keeping him in place.

"Still," Snape growled, his voice sharp.

Harry whimpered, biting down on his lip as he forced himself to remain still, his body trembling with the effort. Snape's hand moved slowly, torturously slow, stroking him with just enough pressure to keep him on edge but never enough to push him closer to release. The sensation was maddening, the pleasure building inside him but never enough to let him fall over the edge.

"You're so eager to come, aren't you?" Snape murmured, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched Harry squirm beneath him. "So desperate for it."

Harry nodded frantically, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Please," he whispered, his voice trembling with need. "Please, I need it—"

Snape chuckled darkly, and his hand tightened around Harry's cock, squeezing just enough to make Harry gasp. "You'll get what you need when I say so," Snape growled. "Until then, you'll wait."

Harry's entire body trembled with the effort of holding back, his cock throbbing painfully in Snape's hand. He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside him, the pressure building with every slow stroke, but still Snape didn't let him come. The denial of release was torture, and Harry could feel himself slipping further into the desperation, his mind spinning with the need for more.

Without warning, Snape shifted, his hand leaving Harry's cock as he moved lower, positioning himself between Harry's legs. Harry's breath hitched as he realized what was coming, his body already trembling with anticipation.

Snape's hands gripped Harry's thighs, spreading them wider as he leaned down, his mouth ghosting over Harry's inner thigh. The heat of Snape's breath against his skin made Harry shiver, his cock twitching in response, but Snape didn't touch it. Instead, he trailed his tongue slowly up Harry's thigh, teasingly close but never quite where Harry needed him.

"Do you want it?" Snape asked softly, his voice a low growl as his lips brushed over the sensitive skin just below Harry's cock.

"Yes," Harry whimpered, his body trembling with need. "Please, I want it—"

"Good," Snape murmured, and without warning, his mouth wrapped around the head of Harry's cock, the heat of his tongue sending a jolt of pleasure through Harry's body.

Harry gasped, his back arching off the bed as Snape's mouth moved over him, taking him deeper, the wet heat of Snape's mouth almost unbearable. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building rapidly as Snape worked him with expert precision, his tongue swirling around the head of Harry's cock before sliding lower, taking him deeper still.

Harry's entire body trembled, his hips straining against the invisible restraints as Snape's mouth worked him relentlessly, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure was almost unbearable, every nerve in his body on fire as he teetered on the brink of release, but still, Snape held him back.

Just as Harry felt himself reaching the point of no return, Snape pulled back, his mouth leaving Harry's cock with an audible pop. Harry let out a desperate whimper, his entire body trembling as he was left on the edge, so close to release but denied at the last second.

"Not yet," Snape growled, his voice dark and commanding. "You'll wait."

Harry's chest heaved, his cock twitching painfully as the denial of release sent a wave of frustration and pleasure crashing through him. He was so close—so close he could barely think straight—but Snape was in control, and he wasn't going to let Harry come until he was ready.

Snape moved back up the bed, positioning himself between Harry's legs, and without warning, he pushed inside him, the sudden intrusion making Harry cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Snape's cock stretched him, filling him completely, and the sensation was almost too much, the feeling of being so full, so completely taken, sending Harry's mind spinning.

Snape's hands gripped Harry's hips, holding him in place as he thrust deep inside him, his movements slow and deliberate at first, teasing Harry with just enough to keep him on edge but never enough to push him over. Harry's body was trembling, his cock throbbing with the need for release, but Snape's control over him was absolute.

"You're mine," Snape growled, his voice rough as he thrust harder, his cock hitting just the right spot inside Harry, making him gasp. "You'll come when I say, and not before."

Harry could barely breathe, the pleasure overwhelming him as Snape's cock moved inside him, each thrust sending jolts of sensation through his body. He was teetering on the edge, the tension inside him coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust, but still, Snape held him back, keeping him on the brink of release but never letting him fall.

Snape's thrusts became rougher, harder, his hands gripping Harry's hips so tightly that it bordered on painful. Harry whimpered, his body trembling uncontrollably as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge, but still, Snape didn't give him permission.

"Please," Harry gasped, his voice breaking. "Please, I can't—"

"Come for me," Snape growled, his voice low and dangerous as he thrust deep inside Harry, hitting that perfect spot once more. "Now."

Harry's body convulsed as his orgasm ripped through him, a choked cry tearing from his throat as the intensity of it overwhelmed him. His cock twitched violently, releasing in hot, desperate spurts across his stomach as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. His entire body shook with the force of it, his mind going blank as he surrendered completely to the release he'd been denied for so long.

Snape didn't slow down. He kept thrusting into Harry, his cock driving deeper, harder, as Harry's body convulsed beneath him. The sensation was almost too much, the overstimulation making Harry tremble uncontrollably, but he couldn't stop it. The pleasure was blinding, each thrust sending fresh waves of sensation through his already spent body.

"You're mine," Snape growled, his voice rough and breathless, his grip on Harry's hips tightening as he thrust into him with brutal precision. "Every time I tell you to wait, you will. And when I tell you to come, you'll do it for me like this."

Harry could barely form a coherent thought, his mind still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm, but Snape's words sent a fresh wave of heat through him. The dominance, the control, the way Snape claimed him so completely—it was overwhelming in a way that made Harry crave more, even as his body lay trembling from the aftermath.

Snape's pace quickened, his movements rough and unrelenting as he chased his own release. His cock slammed into Harry, each thrust sending jolts of overstimulation through Harry's already trembling body, but the sensation only heightened the pleasure, drawing out every last ounce of ecstasy from his spent form.

Harry could feel Snape's grip tighten, his breathing becoming more ragged, and he knew that Snape was close. The intensity of Snape's thrusts increased, each movement more desperate, more forceful, and Harry could feel his body responding despite the exhaustion, his cock giving a feeble twitch as Snape's dominance over him pushed him further into submission.

With a final, deep thrust, Snape let out a low, guttural groan, his body tensing as he buried himself deep inside Harry. Harry felt the heat of Snape's release, the warmth filling him as Snape's cock pulsed inside him, the force of his climax leaving him breathless. Snape's grip on Harry's hips was almost bruising as he rode out the final waves of his orgasm, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he finally stilled.

For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing, both of them still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. Snape stayed inside Harry for a few seconds longer, his hands still gripping Harry's hips as though unwilling to let go just yet.

Finally, Snape pulled out, leaving Harry feeling empty and spent. Harry's body was trembling, his muscles weak and shaky from the overwhelming pleasure, and he let out a soft whimper as Snape released his grip on his hips. The invisible restraints binding Harry's wrists disappeared with a flick of Snape's wand, and Harry's arms fell limply to his sides, too exhausted to move.

Snape sat back on his heels, his eyes still dark and unreadable as he looked down at Harry's trembling form. He said nothing for a long moment, simply watching as Harry tried to catch his breath, his chest heaving from the effort.

"You did well," Snape finally said, his voice low and calm, though there was a hint of satisfaction in his tone. "You're learning."

Harry nodded weakly, his body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. His mind was a haze of exhaustion and satisfaction, the pleasure still lingering in every inch of his body. He felt utterly spent, but there was also a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing that he had pleased Snape, knowing that he had surrendered completely to him.

Snape rose from the bed, adjusting his trousers with practiced ease. He flicked his wand once more, cleaning the mess of their release from Harry's stomach with a casual ease that only Snape could pull off. Then, with a final, lingering look at Harry, Snape turned and began to leave the room.

"Rest now," Snape said softly, his voice carrying a quiet command. "You'll need it for next time."