Chapter 11
You find, despite being nonmagical, you get to feel magical with the help of Severus. He’s apparated the both of you to London, where it’s cold but thankfully not snowing or windy. He’s charmed your coat to stay warm, which feels romantic - he’s thinking about if you’re comfortable or not.
You barely know the truly mean side of him, which is how you expect he treats most people. When you first met, you got a taste of his rudeness. Then again, when that Potter boy showed up both times you were attacked by Death Eaters. He really despises the kid. How odd it must be to see the boy and be reminded of his best friend yet his worst enemy simultaneously.
Severus slows down and places a hand on your back, guiding you towards a telephone booth. You want to ask, but you’re learning not to be surprised. You step inside and Severus follows, shutting the door behind him. He’s standing behind you, pressing his chest against your back, it makes you blush. He places his hands on your hips and leans down to your ear. “Pick the phone up.”
You reach out and grab it, furrowing your brows. “Six-two-four-four-two,” he instructs, then plants a kiss on your neck. You follow his instructions. Once you finish dialing, you wait for the phone.
“Ministry of Magic or London Magical Underground?” a male voice inquires.
“The Underground, please,” Severus requests. He takes the phone from your hand and hangs up. You furrow your brows, confused. Then the floor beneath you begins to move. It slowly lowers you, until you see nothing but cement and London pipes. You merely stare, unsure of what to say that would make this make sense. Light floods in through the window by your feet moments later, then you see the underground city appear through the window as your ride comes to an end. Severus helps you out of the booth and you begin to take in your surroundings. A large brick road leads downward, going far enough that you lose sight of it - perhaps that’s magic. Tall and short colorful buildings fill the space on each side of the brick road. Faux stars and comets illuminate what would be the sky. Carriages move on their own, dropping off others in front of shops and pubs. It's fairly busy down here, for a Wednesday.
“This is newer,” Severus explains, gesturing outward. “It was built last year to help our economy recover from the war. I’ve been only once, so I think it will be interesting to explore it with you.”
You smile small, then let him lead you down to the road towards the carriages. As you get closer, you slow down, seeing very off, haunting looking horses hooked in front of the carriages.
“What are they?” you ask, furrowing your brows. You suppose they aren’t horses, since they have large, bat-like wings. Severus’ face turns confused and he gestures to the creature as you halt in front of the carriage. You nod, pointing.
“How can you see them?” he asks. You gawk at him, unsure of how yourself.
“This is interesting,” Severus informs. “Only magical beings who have seen someone die can see them. They’re called Thestrals.” Severus opens the carriage door and offers you his hand. You take it and slide in, and he follows. As the door shuts, he speaks to no one. “The Three Winged Parchment,” he states.
“What’s that?” you wonder, looking out of the window as the thestral begins to pull the carriage.
“A bookstore,” Severus replies, fishing around in his cloak. “Almost each place of business here offers a beverage, it may be alcoholic or not. The Three Winged Parchment offers a drink that charms your eyes to read at the speed of light,” Severus explains.
You turn to him, intrigued, but feel the vibrator begin to move between your panties and folds. You inhale sharply, tensing up. “Severus!” you gasp. You hear him chuckle lowly.
“Gods, I so enjoy seeing you writhing,” he murmurs, looking at you up and down. You lean your head back on the seat, sighing. It’s a nice and gentle vibration, enough to make you wet. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Thoroughly pleasurable,” you sigh. Severus leans down to you, planting a wet kiss on your throat, then traces his lips up to yours, leaving little kisses along the way. You sigh when his lips press on yours. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, twisting with yours. It makes you light headed. He tastes delicious, his mouth is warm, and he delicately yet possessively kisses you. When your carriage comes to a halt, Severus pulls away from you and opens the door. People stride by on the sidewalk, not paying attention to you. You stare at him, breathless, with your face surely red.
“After you,” he says, entrancingly. You cock your head.
“Turn it off,” you whisper. Severus grins with one side of his lips, then slips a hand into his cloak. You exhale and step down the steps of the carriage when it turns off. You’ve arrived in front of a large, arched brick building. The windows are blacked out and white writing across them boasts the name of the bookstore. A few people stand outside, smoking and chatting, whilst others pass by. As you approach the bookstore with Severus at your side, a passerby stops beside you.
“Severus Snape!” the elderly man is stocky with a rather large gut, but seems friendly. He’s dressed in blue and gold robes, holding a brown bag in his hand.
“Good evening, Slughorn,” Severus replies, curtly. He places a hand on your back and attempts to walk you both into the store, without converting. The elderly man quickly rushes in front of the both of you though.
“How are you? How’s the school?” he insists. Severus sighs audibly.
“I’m well, Hogwarts is well,” Severus replies, stalely. Slughorn gestures to you.
“And who is this?” he asks, smiling. Severus attempts to be courteous, and it is clearly hard for him.
“This is [first name], my partner,” Snape states. The man reaches out and grabs your hand, shaking it kindly.
“Is she really? You’re a lucky man,” he compliments. You smile at him. “I’ll let you two be on your way. They have a wonderful potion store down the way, Severus, you ought to check it out!”
Severus nods politely. “Will do. Wonderful to see you, Horace,” Severus replies. The man smiles widely and then bolsters down the sidewalk. As you enter the bookstore, Severus leans into your ear.
“He took over my teaching position before the height of the war. He was also my teacher,” Severus informs. You nod, thanking him for explaining. He sure seems popular in the magical world. You suppose many know of him. He’s like a celebrity, in a way.
Severus leads you to the left of the store, where a small bar is. The bar counter is a large stone bookshelf, filled with books, with papers under the countertop. It’s very moody, dark colors decorate the two story shop, brass light fixtures, velvet chairs and odd shaped mirrors. Black floor to ceiling bookshelves are packed full of books.
“We’ll have the quick read,” Severus informs the bartender. The bartender nods and begins to pour and shake the drink. He then pours it into two cups. It’s a blue liquid that he tops off with a drop of a clear fluid from a small vial.
With a hand on your back, Severus leads you down an aisle of books, drinks in hand. You’re a bit afraid to drink it. “Let us find a book we wish to read,” Severus suggests. You nod, straying away from him. It doesn’t take you long to find a murder mystery. You search for Severus in the aisles and find him in front of a section titled Potioneering. He holds a leather book in his hand, pursing his lips.
“Find something?” he asks, without looking up. You nod, holding your story up, smiling.
“Yes, a mystery,” you murmur. Snape slides the book back into the shelf, beginning to look again. A minute or so passes and he decides on one. You walk around the shop until you’d find an excluded corner with a green velvet loveseat. You both nestle in next to each other and clink your cups together before drinking them.
When you open your book and begin to read, you’re shocked at how fast you take each word in. You’re flipping pages every few seconds, becoming engrossed. This is amazing, you want to read this fast all the time. You peak at Severus, seeing him nearly a third of the way through.
You're deep in the plot when the vibrator turns back on. Shifting in your seat, you shoot a glare at Severus, who is grinning subtly. The speed of it is faster than earlier, more intense. It’s hard for you to focus on your book, but you keep reading, determined not to let your book go unfinished.
Severus leans back in his spot and crosses his legs, somewhat leaning into you. You place a hand on his knee, squeezing it, trying not to make any noise. You’re getting close, you want to cum. “How’s your book?” he whispers, running a hand over your shoulder. He loops a finger under the chest of your dress, arching his head to look down at your breasts. “Gods, I cannot wait to put my cock in you,” he sighs into your ear.
You swallow, pressing your legs together, grasping his pant leg tightly. You nod, feeling an orgasm coming on. You feel dirty. You’re in public. A bookstore of all places. Severus grabs your hand and drags it up his thigh, right to his groin, where his manhood is semi-hard. “Mm,” you groan, shaking your head. “I’m close,” you state, quietly.
Then, the vibrator shuts off, and you gasp loudly, glaring at him. “What the fuck?” you complain. Severus merely returns to his book, a smug expression on his face. Fucking bastard.
The next place you find yourselves at is a sidewalk bar, offering a slew of drinks with an extra perk to each one. Some will make you feel happy or euphoric. Some include arousal or amorous. Some will make you tell the truth. Severus insists on choosing for you, and of course, since his goal seems to be driving you insane with need, he picks an amorous drink. When he goes to order his, you clear your throat and say, “he’ll have the honesty drink, please.”
Severus shoots a look at you, but doesnt protest. “The effects last an hour,” the bartender informs. You nod, then begin to sip your drink. It’s carbonated and tangy, there’s alcohol in it too. Severus decides to chug his, then begins to tap his watch.
“Down it, we’re nearly to the time of our reservation,” he commands. You complain as you raise your glass to your lips, beginning to chug it. Severus cocks a brow, seemingly impressed.
“Happy?” you ask, sitting the glass down.
“I’ll be happier when you’re begging for me,” he states, almost immediately. He eyes you, almost angrily. “No more questions. Let’s go,” he commands.
You giggle, feeling heat rush over your body. He hails down a carriage and helps you inside. Once in, you climb into his lap, straddling his hips, almost in a trance. He slides your dress up your legs, exposing them, then places his hands on your waist, squeezing, grinding his crotch into yours. You moan, reaching for his belt, but he slaps your hands down.
“Manners,” Severus warns. “We’re to have dinner first,” he makes clear. You roll your eyes and throw your head back. You need him now. You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your entire life.
“Please, Severus,” you sigh, grinding against him. Severus merely stares at you, enjoying seeing you so over the edge. You groan and begin to pat down his cloak until you feel the small remote that controls that now very enticing toy in your panties. He immediately knows what you are doing - he slaps your hand down and cocks his head.
“Do you want it on?” he wonders, coyly. You nod, pushing your thighs together, attempting to get any sort of friction to relieve your throbbing core.
“Yes, please,” you mumble, brows pinching together. It’s almost fucking uncomfortable.
“Hmmm, you can do better than that, can’t you?” he questions, holding the remote in his hand. You grind against his leg again, whining.
“Please, sir, turn it on. I need it so badly,” you moan, grasping onto his cloak. Severus smirks, approvingly and turns it on for you. You sigh immediately, leaning your head back. “Oh, god,” you breathe.
Severus grips your waist, pulling down so you’re back straddling his thigh. He lifts his leg, pressing between your core, pushing the vibrator against you more so than it was. You cry out, feeling wonderful now. Severus reaches up with one hand and grasps your breast, inhaling sharply. “Yes,” you sigh, “I need you.”
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Look at you, like a little whore, begging for me.” His hand leaves your chest only to wrap around your throat. He squeezes tightly, taking your breath from you. You moan out loud, muffled by the choking.
“Fuck dinner,” you choke out, wrapping one hand around the arm that has its hand seized around your throat. “I don’t want food, I want you,” you whine. Severus tightens his grip and you gasp. He leans up, which pushes you back - you’d fall down if he wasn’t gripping your neck with such force. He leans into your face, forcing a kiss on your lips. He pulls away after a moment, then leans into your ear.
“How much of this can you take,” he wonders, using his free hand to take his fill of your ass. You moan again, close to an orgasm - your core begins to throb delightfully. “Are you going to cum?” You nod in response, your oxygen gone, unable to fully take a deep breath with his hand wrapped around your neck. He leans forward, forcing you back, holding you only by your throat. You whine, feeling the clenching of your core beginning. But, he lets you go, forcing you onto your back on the floor of the carriage. You lose all friction, all pleasure in an instant. You gawk up at him, panting, physically pained that he’s denied you cumming.
“Severus!” you cry, sitting up on your knees. You hold your head - at least the insane urge to mount him is fading. You’re still very much in need, however. “You’re so fucking mean,” you complain.
He scoffs, adjusting his frock coat as you climb back into the seat next to him. “We’re here,” he murmurs. You adjust your hair and breathe for a moment. He snatches your chin with his thumb and finger, forcing your eyes to meet. “I am not mean, not nearly as mean to you as I am to others. Tell me you didn’t enjoy that,” he urges. You purse your lips, shrugging. “Not all sexual pleasure needs an orgasm, darling. It’s far more pleasurable to delay it.” He opens the door and climbs out, offering you his hand. You stare at him, debating his words. You’ve never edged yourself like this. It is rather hot, you will concur with him on that.
The restaurant is a three story building, with dark brick and humongous bay windows on the second and third floor. Slowing your stride down, you see an array of magically induced images dance across the bay windows. Unicorns and Thestrals dance across the glass, chased by people on flying broomsticks passing a ball around, all in front of a starry night. You stare at it for a moment, along with a small crowd of people - it is very enchanting. Severus presses a hand to your back, urging you to move forward inside. He pulls the door open for you and you step up a stair, walking into the restaurant entry. A young waiter is at a dark wooden odium, wearing a long navy tunic. He smiles softly and lowers his head.
“Professor Snape, Miss [last name], welcome to Maurice’s Magical Night.”
Your brows pop up, wondering how he knew who you were, but then you remember Severus is considered well known. A war hero of sorts. Severus hums, not replying with words.
“If you’d follow me,” the waiter informs, opening one side of thick velvet curtains off of the doorway behind him. “I’ll show you to the table prepared for you.”
Severus grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers together, beginning to pull you behind him as the sister leads you down the hall. The walls are lined with moving pictures of people and creatures that talk at you or make noise when you pass them. It’s darkly lit, if Severus didn’t have your hand, you’d be holding onto the wall like an idiot, scared to trip. There are multiple arched doorways as you pass, each room with a single table in it, people at their chairs, drinking and eating and enjoying themselves.
You come to a private room, the waiter gesturing you to enter. You look around quickly, trying to get your bearings. Several floating candles bring a warm light to the room. It’s a square room, but with a large faux window that makes it appear like the night sky outside. Severus pulls a beautifully carved, tall wooden chair out from the table, gesturing for you to sit. When you do, he takes the seat across from you. The table is clothed in a white table cloth, decorated with cloth napkins on top of plates, silverware, wine glasses, and three small floating lit candles in the center.
“Have you dined here before?” the waiter asked, revealing two white menus from his apron.
“No, but I have received a review or two from acquaintances,” Severus replies. The waiter nods once, then sits the menus down in front of each of you.
“These are our white menus, we’re featuring steak strips and wine from the rarest grapes of Italy.”
The waiter waits a beat, looking back and forth between each of you. Severus clears his throat. “We’d like the black menus, please.”
The lips of the waiter curl up, almost mischievously. He waves an open hand over the menus on the table and they turn into a black, velvety fabric. Your brows raise. Severus picks up the menu, opening it. He flips to the end immediately, pauses a moment to read, and looks up at the waiter.
“I was told to inform you of the dessert ahead of time.”
The waiter nods, waiting patiently.
“Option three.”
The waiter nods again. “I will bring you water, and complimentary wine to start, please look at all of the options. There are many on this menu.”
You feel as if they are speaking wizard to each other. Like secret code. You also have a feeling dessert isn’t really dessert. Once the waiter leaves, Severus makes eye contact with you.
“What just happened?” Severus doesn’t react, instead he picks up his menu, raising it over his face. You gasp, grabbing it from him, and he’s fucking smirking. “Severus!”
He grabs his menu back from you, flipping it to the end, then slides it across the table. His finger is over the dessert page. You lean down, beginning to read.
Dessert is a special option here at Maurice’s Magical Night. For a special night, we offer dessert for you and your partner in one of our rooms above. We know how tastes very and have offered many detailed rooms below. Please let our servers know what dessert you’d like as soon as possible, so we can prepare your room.
No. 1
Vanilla Bean
This room is decorated in neutral colors, with a soft bed and sofa, and complimentary pajamas for those who love to… make love.
No. 2
Custard
This room is decorated in warm browns, with a medium fluffed bed, silk sheets, and many delicious lubricants. Features a window view and edible underwear for those of all sexes. Window view available at request.
For those who love the sweet custard of your lover.
No. 3
Red Velvet Pound Cake
This room is decorated in deep reds and blacks, with a four-post large bed, a bay window view, and a variety of potions to enhance your evening. For those who can take a pounding, instruments will be provided for use, including but not limited to: crops, gags, handcuffs, restraints, and blindfolds. Pain relief potions are available for those who get a little too much of this dessert.
You don’t continue to read on because your throat has gone dry and your head becomes light. You lean back, pressing your legs together, feeling the neediness to orgasm pressing over your core again. Severus takes the menu back and flips through it briefly before putting it down.
“Option three has piqued your interests?” Severus wonders, observing your tense posture. You stare at him, unable to find words to speak. “Look over the menu, you’ll need a hearty dinner to keep up with what I am planning.”
The waiter brings your meals out, sitting each plate down with ease in front of you. You open your napkin and lay it over your leg, looking at your beautifully plated food. The atmosphere is plainly beautiful, unlike anything you’ve seen. You’re grateful Severus takes you into the magical world - you wouldn’t believe him if he merely told you about it.
“Anything else at all I can get for you?” the server asks, putting his hands behind his back. Severus shakes his head, making the man look at you.
“No, this is-“ you begin, then cease all words. The fucking vibrator has turned on, at bloody fully blast. Severus! The server cocks his head, hesitating. You grip the hand that is around your fork. “This is wonderful, thank you,” you say, hoarsely. The server smiles and dismisses himself. Your head rolls back. “Severus,” you sigh.
“Yes?” he wonders, coyly. Fucking bastard. A jolt runs through you, making you lurch forward, gasping.
“Fucking hell! Stop it,” you pant. Severus reaches into the lapel of his frock coat and the vibrator turns off. He chuckles as you run your fingers through your scalp.
“I so enjoy seeing you squirming about, panicked,” he muses. You huff, blowing stray hair from your face. You take your foot out of your shoe, lift your leg under the table, stretch it out, pressing it right between Severus’ slightly opened legs. He falters, placing his fork down, eyeing you.
“I’ll fucking make you squirm about,” you warn, pressing, feeling his length twitch beneath the fabric of his crotch. One side of his lips curl up slightly, he chuckles lowly.
“Eat up,” he suggests, placing a hand beneath the table. He grabs your bare foot, pulling it even closer, letting it press against his growing, firm erection. “You’ll need your strength for what I have planned.”
You begin to eat, eyeing him for any sign of his hand going towards the remote of the vibrator. When you begin to eat, you both fall silent, enjoying the flavorful food. The server brings in the check - Severus exchanges wizard currency for a simple key with a red ribbon wrapped around it. As the server heads out of the room, he gives plain directions on how to get to your designated room. Take the elevator to the third floor, third room on the right.
“Get moving. I cannot wait any longer,” Severus rushes, pulling you up by your arm. You giggle as he pulls you out of the room with him. As you head to the elevator, you pull at his cloak, glancing at his crotch. His erection is stiff, making his pants tent up down his right thigh. Once you're on the elevator, you grab at it, making him hiss through his teeth. “You like that, do you?” he wonders, lowly.
You nod, grasping the length of him, leaning up into his ear. “I like it even more when it’s inside of me.”
“You little whore,” he, almost disappointedly, states. He grabs the back of your neck, pushing you through the elevator doors as they open. “Remember the safe words,” he whispers, striding towards your room. He fumbles with the key before getting it into the doorknob. Once he has it opened, he shoves you in, nearly making you stumble.
You don’t have time to take in your surroundings - you just see the blur of the dark red wallpaper on the walls before Severus shoves you down onto your knees. He throws his cloak off, begins to unbuckle his belt. “Open,” he commands. You part your lips, obediently, and a spark of seemingly pride lights up across obsidian eyes. He pulls his stiff cock out, cradles your face in his hands, then puts the tip against your lips.
You look up at him with your eyes as you open up - his head lulls back as your warm mouth welcomes him. Relaxing your throat, you take more of him in, which elicits a deep groan from his throat. “You do this so well,” he sighs, taking one hand off your face to run his fingers through his hair. You press your legs together, beginning to move your head. “Good girl,” he breathes, moving his hips back and forth. You grasp onto his pant legs, moaning, enjoying pleasing him in such a whorish manner.
He lets you suck to your heart's content for a few minutes, sighing and groaning when you run your tongue over the tip of him. You feel him shift his weight to one leg, hear his breath hitch. He puts his hand on the arm of the couch, pulls himself from your mouth, sits down with a deep sigh. You wipe your mouth off with the back of your hand, catching your breath.
“Continue,” he commands, then gestures to his glistening cock. You position yourself between his legs, then grab his length, pulling it back to your mouth. His hand grabs the back of your head, pushing you down. You gag as he shoves himself deep down your throat. He uses both his hands now, pulling you up and down, thrusting even. “How do you like being used like this?” he wonders, voice hoarse.
One of his hands wanders down to your chest, pushing the straps of your dress down, slipping in between the fabric and skin. He grasps one breast with his long, soft fingers, sighing at the feel of you. “What a good slut,” he praises, pushing your head down and keeping it there. You choke on him for as long as you can, getting wet from the groans he’s eliciting. You try to bring your head up when your oxygen depletes, but he keeps a hand on your head, keeping you put. You struggle against him, gagging, feeling your chest get tight. You don’t want to tell him to stop so soon. Is he seeing how much you can take?
You try to get up again, but he merely keeps you in place with his hand. You look up at him through tear-filled eyes, seeing him staring down at you with such intensity that it sends a jolt down your spine. You squeeze your eyes shut, pulling your head up again, only to be shoved back down. You press your hand to his thigh, tapping him three times. He immediately releases you, a sinful grin on his lips. You gasp for air, panting, resting your head on his knee. He pushes a few strands of hair from your head, humming once, sounding pleased.
“Are you alright?” he wonders, then clears his throat. You nod, sitting up, grinning up at him. He grabs you, pulling you up, forcing you onto his lap. “You do that so well,” he murmurs, then kisses you. While he assaults your mouth with his own, he unzips your dress, pulling it down. The cool air of the room washes over your skin, making your nipples harden, goosebumps rise. Severus pulls back from your lips, looking at your face with a gaze of pure adoration and desire. “You should be naked all of the time.”
This makes you giggle, like a teenager chatting about a crush with friends. “Even if it were legal to be naked all of the time, I would still wear clothes, I only want you to look at me like this,” you decide, grabbing his face, staring into his dark irises.
“This is a very good point,” he agrees, running a hand up the skirt of your dress, fingers grasping the skin of your arse. “I’d probably commit terrible crimes if another man even looked at you how I am right now.”
A beat passes, then he’s forcing you off of him, standing up as soon as you do. “Take your dress off and come here,” he commands, striding over to the bed. You let it slide off your body, then step out of your heels. The room has black floors, red walls, and black-glassed chandeliers over the bed and sitting area. A few wax candles float around the space, providing low light. A lifted four-poster dark wood bed with silk sheets. You walk to him, seeing him rolling his sleeves up. That wicked tattoo on his forearm is visible in the dim light. Sexy for you, hated by him. You wonder why he doesn’t get it covered up if he hates it so much. Or lasered off.
“Have you ever had any of these instruments used on you?” he asks, eyeing you. You look down at the bed, swallowing. You’ve only had a belt used on you, and hands. You know what these are from erotic books and scandalous talks at the wine bar in town during poetry reads. A crop, a whip, a leather paddle, a blind fold, leather restraints.
“Raise your arms,” he commands, picking up the leather restraints. You obey him, growing excited. He pulls your wrists together and begins to bind them - he is no stranger on how to use them.
“How many women have you tied up like this?” you wonder, as he presses you up against one of the bed posts. You didn’t notice it earlier, but there is a steel ring on the post, high up. He yanks your arms up, forcing you on your toes, and connects the restraints to it.
“A few. Mostly men,” he says, nonchalantly. Your eyes go wide and he stares at you with confusion. His eyes go wide when he understands what you’re thinking. “No, not that. For Merlin’s sake, I prefer women. Tried a thing or two back in my youth with men. Not for me.”
He grabs the long, black crop, feeling the wider end of it. He smacks you lightly on the side of your hip, making you jolt. “That’s for thinking so dirty of me.” He raises the end of it to your sternum, pressing. “When I was a young Death Eater, fresh out of school, the Dark Lo…” he pauses, then takes a deep breath in and out. He is not accustomed yet to saying the name. “Voldemort would task me, or more like test me, with interrogating other wizards and witches. Usually a little truth serum and the torture curse did the trick. Some were…stubborn. I’d tie them up, string them from the ceiling beams, in the cellars of Narcissa’s home, just like you are right now. Only, I wouldn’t be so pleased about it, like I am now.”
He drags the crop down, between your breasts, circling over each of them with it. “I quite actually hated it,” he goes on. “After hours of hurting them, getting inside their mind, brutalizing them… I’d go home and throw up. Even if I hadn’t eaten, bile would come. I was not made for being evil, not like that.” He runs the crop down your torso, around your hips, then brushes it over your thong. It makes you tense - you don’t know if you’re so turned on now, after hearing all of that. You can’t reply - what are you to say? You merely listen to him, because that is the most you can do for him.
“I’m sorry you had to -“ you begin after a moment of silence, but he snaps the crop against your arse, making you gasp.
“Quiet now, I don’t want to ruin the mood,” he cuts in. He stops for a moment, then grits his teeth. “That fucking truth beverage… is still in me,” he realizes. You swallow, realizing now he didn’t mean to tell you all of that. He eyes you now, a glint of anger in his expression. He raises the crop and brings it down swiftly on your breast, brushing over the hardened nipple of it. This makes you hiss in through gritted teeth.
“Ow,” you complain, but feel the heat between your legs flicker back into flames. Severus holds the crop up on display - his tall, lanky body catches your eyes, sharp edges of his hips roll into his torso, his shoulders taut against the fabric of his shirt.
“It startled you. These aren’t made for real pain, unless the user puts effort in. I’ll do the other just as hard,” he explains, bringing it down on your other breast. You were ready this time, and though it does sting, the pleasure that lasts after the strike is more than worth it. “You like it?”
You nod, breathing slowly, trying to control your lungs. “I think so,” you murmur. “Do you?”
He arches a brow at you and, before he speaks, he slams his mouth shut. He runs the crop down your stomach, striking skin as he lowers it to your thigh. “Do you like it?” you ask again, a small smirk forming on your lips. You like to hear him express his sexual preferences. What he likes about you. If this truth potion still is working, you’re going to abuse it.
“I love turning your pretty skin red,” he whispers, gripping the hilt of the crop. He slaps you harder now, on the cusp of your thigh and arse. You yell out, your toes curling. That sort of fucking hurt. “Stay quiet,” he commands, placidly.
He paces around you, eyes on your body and face, as he strikes you much gentler now, enough force to elicit gasps and moans, not enough to make you yell out again. Your body is getting a little welted, you notice. He grows bored of it after a few minutes, pacing, not striking now. He’s thinking. Pausing his strides, he looks at you squarely. “Spread your legs,” he orders. You comply immediately, still on your toes, but able to open your legs. He reaches with his free hand right into your thing to retrieve the toy. He tosses it on the bed, then traces the crop from your foot all the way up your leg, striking your inner thigh. You try to move, out of reflex, but cannot.
“Stay still,” he warns. He hits your other thigh now, which you don’t realize is wet with your arousal - you’re dripping. It stings more, sends a jolt of noise through the room. He strikes again now, right over your womanhood, watching you as you squirm. Again, then again, until you cry out.
“Please, Severus, please,” you say, throwing your head back, knocking it against the bedpost.
“Please, what?” he wonders, coyly, striking you again, then jamming it between your folds. You moan loudly, your back arching, feet leaving the ground. “Please, let me cum already,” you beg.
He lets the crop slip from his hand, letting it fall to the floor. He’s on your body the second after, running his hands up and down you, grasping and squeezing. “You are so bewitching like this, I’m aching to be in you.” He presses into your thigh and you feel the hard length of him. “Not yet, though, I’m not done playing,” he murmurs. Before you can complain, his hand shoves aside your thing and two fingers slip with ease into your sleekness. You sigh, head falling forward against his shoulder. “So wet, so willing, you’ve been good.”
He begins to pump with such intensity, you immediately begin to clench around his fingers. He groans, using his thumb now, leading you quickly and easily to cum. You twist in the restraints, feeling the waves begin to form, the clenching beginning, the pleasure finally erupting. The orgasm is so strong! Long lasting, too. You’ve never edged yourself for so long, that must be why.
“Good girl, keep going,” he encourages, not letting his speed up, rubbing furiously over your clit. You do, in fact, keep going, until it finally fades. It’s borderline the best orgasm you’ve experienced. When he takes his hand from you, blood rushes to your face. It’s practically dripping. He reaches up and frees you from the bindings - he has to catch you. Your legs are lacking strength. With ease, he sits you on the bed, then lays back beside you as you begin to settle into post-orgasmic relaxation.
“Thank you,” you sigh, eyes shut. He chuckles once, lowly.
“You needn’t thank me for pleasure. I will give it to you anytime you ask,” he replies, brushing hair from your eyes.
“I want to pleasure you,” you say, beginning to sit up. He pushes you back down, shushing you.
“Let’s lay for a moment, we have all night.” He lays his head down besides yours, staring at you with half lidded eyes. “That did pleasure me, you know? You allow me to do that to you, to your body. It brings me relief, I cannot explain it. My shoulders aren’t so tense. I’m not worried about my job, nor thinking of the sins of my past right now.” Your eyes soften at such a confession. “You do that to me, for me. Even if we haven’t had such a wonderful evening like tonight. Sitting at the bakery counter and just being near you does that for me.”
You lean forward and kiss him deeply. It’s a slow, languid kiss, meant to keep him quiet. Any more, you might cry. And it would ruin his night. He pulls back, running his tongue over his lips. “Not at first, though, you were quite spirited when we first met each other.”
You laugh, reaching out to slowly unbutton his shirt, just a little. You slip your hand inside - his chest is warm, scattered with hair. “Spirited? Is that a nice way of saying rude? I was only giving it back to you,” you retort. A small grin plays on his face.
“I am glad you did. If you hadn’t, I’d have never come back for you. People in my world treat me with such respect and esteem for my heroic acts. No one banters at me anymore when I provoke them, besides Minerva and Poppy. Even then, it’s not been the same.”
You roll your eyes. “Why provoke people?” He shrugs, smirking.
“It is who I am. I enjoy a good instigating conversation. Who can be as witty as me? Who can bite back?” he ponders. You run a finger down his scalp, through his hair. He’s not the type of man you’d thought you’d be with. He’s older, which isn’t bad, but you’ve never preferred older men. Until now. He isn’t like the guys you grew up around. He’s clean, shaven, dressed neatly, well spoken.
Cole, for example, is rugged and not grammatically sophisticated, and his wardrobe is that of, well, a bartender. Practically every other guy in your vicinity is similar. You’d always figure you’d settle for one of them. Not anymore. Not after a taste of Severus.
Noticing his eyes shut, you gently sit up, smirking. You grab the whip - it’s tassels are made of leather. You dangle it over his hooked nose, making him flinch his head to the side and eyes snap open. “A good choice, but I’ll be paddling you next.”
He grasps your wrists, squeezing it, forcing the whip from you hand. You whine, but it doesn’t stop him from pulling your arm behind you, forcing you to turn onto your stomach with it. He sits on the edge of the bed, pulling your hips now so your bent over his knees. A light slap from the whip on your bare arse makes you mewl for more. The second isn’t as kind, it stings, burns. You grasp the sheets beneath you. “Ah, yes, such a pretty color, your skin is very responsive.”
You sigh, moaning out loud when he lets the tassels lightly brush up and down your back. He pauses, not moving for a moment. You look over your shoulder, seeing him staring right at you. “What?” you breathe. He reaches out with his free hand, grabbing your jaw, the. Strikes your behind with a harsh crack of the whip. You cry out, tears rushing instantly to your eyes. “Fuck, Severus,” you pant. Again, he raises, strikes you again. You tense now - Severus squeezes tightly around your jaw, keeping it open. You make an incomprehensible moan, trying to tell him to lighten up, but it just keeps him going.
“I want to hear you,” he murmurs, removing his hand from your jaw, pushing your hair back from your forehead. He strikes again, you cry out. He audibly groans, a delicious sound of need. Again, he uses the whip on your ass, making the skin sting, burn. Your squirm in his lap, panting.
“Please, fuck me already,” you beg, laying your heated head down on the silky sheets. “Please, I can’t take anymore.” He complies with you, probably because his cock is still stiff, twitching beneath his pants. He grabs your hips and pulls you up, tossing you onto the bed beside him.
“Lay on your stomach, with your arse up,” he commands, hastily. You scramble, fearful of the whip being brought back out if you aren’t quick enough. “Good girl,” he commends, unzipping and stepping out of his pants and boxers. He finishes unbuttoning his shirt, but doesn’t remove it. He caresses your arse with a cool hand, making you sigh, in relief. Your skin is so hot, so tender there. He places both hands on your hips, tugging you back so your bottom is against his waist. He pushes your thighs apart and he presses against your folds, using the slickness of you to prepare himself. Placing one hand on your shoulder, he leans over you slightly, and pushes himself fully inside you, stretching you. You yelp, instinctively needing to move away a bit, but his hand tightens on your shoulder, keeping you put. He begins to rut into you without falter, without restraint.
“Yes,” he groans lowly, smacking your arse hard one time. “So wet, so tight,” he practically compliments. He hits you at such a wonderful, delicious angle. Your skin meets his every second, your breasts jolt wildly, your core screams for him to slow down yet to go faster. It feels so rough, but so good.
“Christ, Severus - ah!” You throw your head back, arching, feeling a sweet sensation of pure pleasure wash over you. He grabs your hair, yanks it until it comes out of hair tie. He grabs the length of your hair, wrapping it around his hand, pulling you back now. You feel too much of everything at once. Pain, pleasure, lust. Hearing Severus grunt with such exertion turns you on. His cock is so deliciously fucking you - you’ve never thought sex could feel this way.
“Cum for me!” he gasps, pulling your hair again, hard enough to bring you up onto your knees so your back is against his chest. He wraps an arm around your hips, lifting you up and bringing you back down with force. You cry out, because in this position you feel everything - how big and firm not only his cock is, but him. His arms are longer than yours by several inches, decorated in slender yet visible muscles, blue veins wrapping around like tree roots. Your hips fit perfectly in the arch of his, making the thrusting very easy. Your hands are gripping onto his thighs, holding on for dear fucking life.
“Come on, be good, show me what a little slut you can be for me,” he commands, sounding winded, but hasn’t even slowed down. You moan out loud again, ending on a whining note. He plants his lips around your throat and sucks, still pounding you to his heart's content. You feel the pleasure roll through you again, then nearly immediately unravel. Severus slowly down, pushing through the clenching of your orgasm, hissing through his teeth at the feel of you. “Yes!” he breathes, then spills himself inside you.
You stare up at the ceiling, light headed, all the while Severus continues to cum. It’s the longest you’ve seen or felt him orgasm - he’s pulsating inside you, giving you so much cum that you can feel it slipping down his shaft and out of you. When Severus loosens his grip, you both fall down on your sides onto the bed. Moments pass, several, until he begins to go soft inside you. When he pulls out of you, he rolls to his back, merely breathing. You feel filthy. While you love a good… what are the kids calling it? Cream- you roll your eyes at the word. You enjoy feeling Severus orgasm inside you, but you don’t particularly like the feeling of semen all over you. You sit up, running a hand through your hair, beginning to get up, with the idea of a quick rinse. Severus grabs your wrist, keeping you put, a look of curiosity on his face.
“I need to shower quick,” you sigh, gesturing to your inner thighs. He shakes his head, laying back down.
“Grab my wand, from my cloak,” he states. You stand, but the legs are like rubber. You muster up the strength to fumble into his cloak, feeling around for the magic stick. You find it in one of the many pockets, but feel something else inside as well, some sort of paper. You pull both objects out, revealing a square polaroid picture. You flip it over, seeing an aged photo of a red haired woman. You stare at it for a moment, admiring her beauty, but jealousy immediately envelops you.
“Do you have it?” Severus calls out from the bed. You shove the picture back into his cloak and stand, returning to him with his wand. He waves it over you both and the sweat and bodily fluids magically dissipate. Clean enough, you suppose. You want to ask him why he has a picture of another woman - you know it is Lily Potter, his friend, the woman he was interested in. It still manages to hurt your feelings. You don’t want to ruin the night, though. So, you get into bed with him, where he pulls the sheets over you both quickly. He wraps an arm around your waist from behind, nestling his head against your hair, inhaling you.
“Did you like it? Our evening?” he wonders, sleepily. You nod, biting the inside of your lip. No, it was fucking ruined! “Just a nod? You didn’t like it then?”
You exhale, clearing your throat. “You wore me out. I adored every moment of it, Severus. Let’s sleep, I’m scared my legs will be out of order tomorrow.”
This makes him chuckle, but you just shut your eyes and try to find sleep. Tonight, however, sleep won’t find you.