***for those of you who encountered the programming gibberish version, I'm so sorry! I've re-posted this, and I think it's working properly...***
Hello my Brave Readers!
Ok, stick with me please...this chapter is *quite* a departure for our favorite pairing(s), but I think once you read a bit, you'll see why I took a left turn. To compensate for my wickedness, I'm posting the 3rd chapter tonight as well, which has lots of Sn/arr/ny hotness!
Warnings
(I always LOVE a chapter that starts with warnings, don't you?)
As I stated, this story is a real left turn and contains a not-tooooo-intense exploration of bondage, domination and *some* pain. It's possible I might not be the best judge of how intense this chapter is... Well, REVIEW and let me know!
If this isn't your scene, just skip to the next chapter- you won't miss *too* much in the way of character development or plot.
If you're queasy but a bit more adventurous, go ahead and read through until Severus *sends the note.*
Enjoy...
Severus spent the few remaining hours of the night restlessly padding back and forth between his bed and the easy chair before the fire. It was no matter, wherever he was, the evening's events played through his mind, over and over. Why did I let it happen? He couldn't deny that he'd immediately enjoyed the idea of secretly watching the hero of the wizarding world's clumsy sexual adventures, and if he was being totally honest with himself, he enjoyed the idea for the attractive scenery, as well. He had been wholly unprepared, however, for the unparalleled expertise Potter had showed. His utterly hedonistic and unmerciful machinations were erotic in the truest sense of the word. How he had let himself come undone so easily with just a look he could not understand. Maybe his vulpine and eager partner had something to do with it; in his quite extensive sexual experience he hadn't seen anything quite so flagrantly enjoyed.
He shook his head as if to dislodge the sounds of sex from his head, closed his eyes against the overwhelming sensations that flowed through his body as images flashed through his mind. He poured some firewhisky for himself and sat in his armchair, brooding. Insolent brat, he snorted to himself. He sipped, thinking of adequate torture to deliver upon the boy's perfect body. He stopped himself, trying to feel some shred of guilt for feeling so aroused at the thought of Harry Fucking Potter. Or shame at the idea of fucking Harry Potter.
But he couldn't. He finished his firewhisky and gave a tremendous sigh and opened his robes to free his burgeoning erection.
The next morning found him hung over, still partially dressed and splayed over his armchair. He had a terrible crick in his neck and his left arm was numb arm, hung over the chair at an odd angle for far too long. As he stood up, his trousers fell to his ankles, and the reason for him to wake up in the chair came rushing back. That decided it; he was most definitely not going to breakfast in the Great Hall. this morning would be the last meal most before most students left the castle for the week, and he would not subject himself to such a meal, regardless of the events of last night's encounter, and definitely not with such a hangover. Severus kicked out of his trousers, allowed his robes to fall to the floor and stalked into his bedroom while removing the rest of his clothing. He tore at the neatly made bed and laid down with an audible sigh. He decided to sleep. By force, if necessary. He wasn't going to think about Ginny Weasley or her delicious moans, pert breasts and laudable stamina. He refused to think about Harry Fucking Potter or The Boy Who Lived With an Eight Inch Cock. He wouldn't think about those eight inches fucking the hot, wet pussy with the flaming red mop. Nope. Not even once.
Severus sighed heavily and rolled over, grabbing the small jar of lube of his own making and embracing his private shame.
"We missed you at breakfast this morning, Severus; I hope you're feeling well," Minerva inquired a bit too loudly, and a bit too smugly that afternoon as they sat for lunch. She could always tell when he was hung over, and he'd never been able to figure out how she knew; he was always careful to check over his appearance before leaving his quarters hung over just for this reason. Same old sallow, grumpy face as far as he could tell. No matter; it's not as if she'd never hit the poison a bit hard before. He was a certainly of age and there were no students around to be "corrupted' by his private activities. Which, of course, brought to mind certain other late night corrupting private activities...
"Yes, thank you" is all he managed before setting to his lunch and copious amounts of tea. Six days till Potter is back…six days he could try to get the damn boy out of his skull. Get himself back under control, stop his every thought wandering back to the look on Potter's face as he spotted Severus, back to how the two had locked eyes when Potter released himself into the girl. Severus sighed again, realizing that he was once again reliving the events of the previous night. It's going to be a long week.
By Tuesday Severus gave up on the notion that ignoring his rampaging desires would make them go away. Detestable as it was, he would resort to his usual plan. He summoned his house elf and sent the detestable creature with his message:
Malfoy,
Today I shall grace you with a reminder of your proper place. I require Narcissa's assistance for today's lesson. You will both assume the position at 3 o'clock and await my arrival.
At 430, Severus strolled leisurely into Malfoy Manner, turned right and headed down the stairs. At the bottom of the steps, he ducked his head to avoid a brick bulkhead and opened the heavy wooden door that opened into the Malfoy's private...pleasure chamber.
On the left, the walls were adorned with an array of whips, crops and canes, as well as leather and rope assembled in as many ways as a deeply depraved mind could conceive. The far wall held an array of items used for discipline and torture, most of which were actual antiques passed through the Malfoy lineage from the Dark Ages and rarely used. There was an Oral Pear which was elaborately enameled with depictions of whores and witches, hung on the beautifully half unfurled. An iron Scavenger's daughter was near the bottom; just above it was a Heretic's fork made out of solid silver and imbued with dark magic. The pride of the collection, however, was a gold and jewel encrusted Scold's Bridle, set on a pedestal topped with a blood red velvet hon, enclosed in a glass case.
Along the right wall were various stocks and pillories, and an Iron Chair, studded with sharp iron spikes on the seat, back and armrests. The wood frame of the chair was stained a deep, unsettling red from frequent use of years long gone.
In the center of the room was a more modern version of a classic: the wheel. The large wooden circle strapped with iron was fitted with rings at intervals of two feet along the inside. Ropes and leather straps were ample, hanging on pegs on either side of the wheel. The ceiling of the entire room was also studded with an intricate system of ropes and pulleys, allowing for far more creative bondage experiences.
Today, however, Severus had his mind set on humiliating the pathetic servant of the Dark Lord before him. As required, both Lucius and Narcissa were kneeling and sitting back on their heels, heads bowed, long hair fallen over their faces, and leaning forward slightly so that their hands rested on their knees. Severus could see the excitement in them both, in their breathing, in the tension in their shoulders. Though he found a sick pleasure in the pain and discomfort they must be feeling after nearly 2 hours in this position, it was merely because he was revolted by the both of them. Lucius with his haughty sneer and pretty blond hair, mony, and mansion; Narcissa merely because she chose such a man. In fact, he found their excitement distasteful. He was here to show them their place, not to give them pleasure. He would have to change that.
Severus wandered over to the left and selected a crop that fit his mood. It was about 18 inches long, quite stiff but still springy, wrapped in soft, supple leather and tipped with two flaps of leather, each 2 inches long and about 1 inch wide.
He took delight in his slow stroll back over to his two submissives, knowing what was to come for who were trembling with excitement already. "You," he said, smacking Lucius on the shoulder with a quick flick of the crop. Lucius jumped at the sudden attention.
"Yes Severus?" Lucius replied before he could stop himself. A pained expression came over him. "Sir," he added, too late. He was apparently out of practice.
Livid at the insult from his toy, Severus shouted "Do you think I am your equal? That you have a right to use my name in this place?" Severus struck with a vicious smack to Lucius' cheek, whose eyes watered in response to sharp pain. A satisfying welt was rapidly appearing as well, Severus was happy to note.
"Accio Bridle," Severus snapped, flicking his wand towards the pedestal. The beautiful Scold's Bridle was instantly magicked out of the glass case and flew into Severus' hand. He turned the implement over in his hands, examining the enamel painting and ensuring that each of its jewels were polished and secure. He unlatched the clasps on the sides, opened the bridle and approached Lucius. "Open," Severus demanded with a heavy breathiness to his voice.
Lucius looked up, anxiety evident in his cringed expression. He complied, though, opening his mouth and flattening his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. This was not his first show of insolence. Severus placed the tongue depressor in Lucius' mouth first, then pressed the mask against his face and closed and locked the cage in place. Drawing a finger along the bottom edge of the bridle he hooked a finger Lucius' chin and jerked sharply upwards so that Lucius was looking up at Severus. Lucius let out a guttural cry of pain as the short, dull spikes of the bridle bit down on his tongue at the sudden movement. "That's better," Severus sneered, feeling a mild arousal at the thought that the Dark Lord's Pretty Boy was probably tasting blood at the moment.
Narcissa, for her part, was trembling slightly from the excitement, but was very pointedly keeping her eyes focused on the little spot of floor directly in front of her, her hands never moving from her thighs. Severus noted the pool of fluid collecting underneath her. Good girl, he thought. This might be fun after all.
He walked past them both and gave a hard thwack on Lucius' ass with the cruel riding crop, raising yet another welt. It was immensely satisfying when he didn't hear so much as a grunt from Lucius. "Stand," he ordered of the blond. He responded instantly, springing to his feet, his knees creaking from the hours sitting on his knees on concrete. He wobbled once, and Severus smirked, knowing that was bound to be because one or both of his feet were numb from the posture.
Not letting his inward pleasure show, he led his bridled and tamed plaything to the wheel, securing him to the wheel, both arms and legs splayed and secured with thick leather restraints, worn supple with years of use and absorbed sweat and leather oil. Once secured, Severus waved his wand and spun the wheel so that the blond hair was hanging in a shimmering sheet straight down. At a subtle play of light shimmering on blond hair, he suddenly flashed to a cascade of fiery red hair thrown back and forth over the edge of a school desk, accompanied by cries so perfect that the mere memory of them was enough to fully awaken his member.
He turned and called to his bitch, "Narcissa," rewarding her for her patience and compliance with the use of her name. "Pleasure him." He turned back to Lucius with a hateful look and instructed, "don't cum or I will walk out of here without giving you what you know you desire most."
Severus was serious; he had realized that after his experience with even just the mere memory of last Friday, he had no real desire or need to fuck Lucius.
His threat was met with the smallest of whimpers, a deep intake of breath against the pain of the bridle, and whitening knuckles clamping onto the ropes holding him suspended.
Narcissa immediately went to her husband's pathetic form, greedily gulping his cock in one smooth motion and administering to his length with expertise that only comes from years of experience pleasuring the same man.
As he watched Pretty Boy fight against the waves of pleasure and bloody pain, coupled with the stress of being stretched wide and held upside down, Severus' arousal became rather irritating. He shook it off, walking around the side of the wheel to get a better view of Narcissa sucking the play thing's painfully engorged cock. She ministered to it with such eagerness, he was reminded of the Weasley girl yet again. His cock twitched painfully against his trousers.
Putting mild pressure on the inside of one thigh, she quickly complied and spread her legs quite wide. Severus gazed down at her cunt. It was in fairly good shape after for her age and after having a son, but Severus couldn't shake the image of the young, pale flesh turned hot pink, wet tightness that was Weasley.
Closing his eyes briefly against the memory, he swiped his crop across Narcissa's weeping cunt, quickly soaking the two leather swatches on the end with her sloppy fluid. He rewarded her continued compliance and enthusiasm with a light swat with the now-wet implement to her clit, which caused an almost inaudible groan and a very visible shudder from her head all the way to her toes. She had stopped for barely a second before she was back to attacking her husband's very swollen cock.
The plaything began an agonized sequence of pleasure-laiden groans followed by pained yips, which succumbed to uncontrollable moans again and again. Severus pointed his wand again and laid a bondage charm of his own making around Lucius' member, but the addition of a restraining sensation against Lucius' growing orgasm was simply too much for the man; the man went suddenly slack and his hands released their death grip on his bonds. His pained moans stopped, but Narcissa kept going; like a good toy, she did what she was told until she was told to stop.
Severus gave her an appreciative smack of the crop's tip against one large, erect nipple and she barely contained a sudden cry. Swallowing hard, she fight back her own impending orgasm of her own, he was sure.
As he indicated, she stepped back and once again assumed her position on the floor as Severus inspected his broken toy. His crop lashed wickedly across the man's broad chest, but the man only moaned breathily, otherwise not stirring at all. Severus sighed in disappointment as he walked back to his other toy. He indicated for her to bend over a short pilliary, waiving her off as she began to set herself in the device. Instead, he simply pushed her over the thick wooden beam with more force than was strictly necessary. He gave a quick inspection of her slit, all swollen and dripping, running the butt of his crop roughly from her clit to her hole, shoving it in roughly. If slipped in easily, and the motion was met with an uncontrolled cry of surprised pleasure. He worked the solid handle in and out a few times, and he continued to receive rough, deep grunts in response.
Satisfied that the handle was sufficiently soaked, he placed it against her puckered ass hole and set solid, steady pressure against it, moving it not-too-slowly inside her willing and wriggling ass. He backed it out about half way, and moved it up and down, side to side a few times. In and out carefully a time or two more, then suddenly it was gone, discarded. Narcissa ground her teeth against the intense sensation of lack, but didn't have to suffer for long. In a matter of moments, he held his own engorged cock in his hand and slipped it in and out of Narcissa's sloppy heat in two quick, staccato thrusts. Satisfied, he placed his now-wet cock against her ass and thrust himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. Narcissa broke at the intensity of the sensation, crying out loudly and clamping around his length an orgasm rocked her thin body. Severus Reached one hand around her thigh and began rubbing her clit furiously to keep her orgasm flooding over her in waves. It didn't take long until Severus felt himself teetering on the edge. He pulled out quickly and flipped Narcissa over. She understood implicitly and seemed to relish the invitation to allow her to swallow Severus' length and suck every drop of cum from him. He grabbed a fist-full of dark hair and slammed her face into his groin, instantly flashing to the moment when Potter had grabbed Weasley's wrists and pinned them to the table; the moment when he and Weasley had both climaxed; the moment when Potter had fixed him with a sharp look of recognition and came undone inside his nubile partner. The memory of Potter's stare was all it took.
Once he extracted himself, he waved his wand in the general direction of Lucius' still recovering form, releasing him to the floor, instructing Narcissa, "Tend to him," before striding out of the dungeon, through the house and out the front door, and apparating straight to The Hog's Head from the porch.