Severus could hear the desperate beating of his battered heart, could feel quite physically the overwhelming pain of rejection.
"Your disgust me."
What cruel words!
Yet could he blame her? Most certainly not. It was all his own fault. He was too weak and unworthy to be hers, unfit to serve her even as a lowly slave.
Severus shut his wet eyes tightly.
Yes, she is right. I disgust myself.
The disappointment he felt at having let down his Lily and the nausea it induced were threatening to manifest themselves in very physical form. How could he have been such a bad slave? How could he have allowed his filthy, needy cock to cum when she had expressly forbidden it?
Dejected, Severus decided not to follow Lily to her room, where she had locked herself with a loud click. It was best to give her space; she clearly had no desire to see her undeserving pet at that time.
Severus sighed. He wanted so badly to see her, to make it up to her. Never before had he felt his unworthiness quite as acutely as now, and it distressed him to no end.
Dressing hastily, the young Snape decided to kill his time by paying a visit to Dumbledore. He had not spoken to the headmaster since sending that desperate message about the imminent attack on the Potters. It had now been almost a full day since then, and high time to update the headmaster. After all, it would not do to have the headmaster arrive unexpected and discover the situation for himself.
It seemed that the elderly wizard was expecting him. With a curious half-smile (sad? happy? Severus could not quite tell), the headmaster greeted Severus upon his apparition in the office, and gestured for the younger wizard to take a seat.
"Lily and the child survived?" He began without preamble.
"How do you know?"
Dumbledore shrugged. "We visited the Potter house shortly after your friends did."
Severus grit his teeth. "They are not my friends, and you know it better than anyone else."
Dumbledore smiled, but ignored the indignant statement, again cutting to the chase: "Where are the Potters?"
"The Dark Lord is keeping Harry."
"And Lily?" Here the elderly wizard's smile widened imperceptibly, his eyes twinkling with knowledge and mischief.
"She is with me," Severus pronounced simply, surprising even himself with the calm and level tone.
"Good. I can contact her friends, and we'll have her transferred shortly. I am sure Arthur and Molly Weasley or Sirius Black would be happy to house her." Here the headmaster raised his head, as if awaiting Severus's protestations.
Severus felt his heart rate quicken instantly, fear overtaking him. "No," he grit out. "I'm afraid that's not possible, headmaster."
"And why is that, Severus?"
"Voldemort might harm Harry if he learns that Lily has escaped."
"And why would he have to know that? Who could tell him, other than you? And you are on our side, aren't you, Severus?"
Dumbledore was mocking him; it was painfully obvious. Angrily, Severus acknowledged that the old bastard already knew or guessed everything there was to know, so he might as well end this charade.
"I want Lily to stay with me." Severus declared slowly.
"Ah yes, young love," Dumbledore remarked airily. Then his featured hardened: "And does the lady share this desire?"
"No, but that will not stop me."
"Oh? And is this really love? Kidnapping a woman and keeping her against her will? Is that what you want: to enslave Lily?"
Something in the way Dumbledore pronounced the word "enslave" provoked Severus, and he responded heatedly, with palpable bitterness, as if relishing the idea of proving the headmaster wrong:
"Believe me, headmaster, that no one has ever loved a woman more than I love Lily. I would never wish to enslave her or bend her to my will. Quite to the contrary, I want nothing more than to serve her. She will want for nothing in my house, and her every wish will be my command."
"Every wish, that is, that falls within the bounds you have set her," Dumbledore noted. "I take it that commanding you to leave her sight for all eternity will not do her much good, now will it?"
"I only want what is best for her. She will be worshiped and adored every moment of every day. And I will learn to be the best servant she could ever wish for," Severus vowed heatedly.
"I see there is no dissuading you," Dumbledore sighed. "I only ask one thing, Severus: please, try to constrain her as little as possible."
"You need not worry on that score. I am hardly capable of denying her anything."
"One more question: is Mrs. Potter aware of your true loyalties?"
"No, and I would wish to keep it that way."
Dumbledore raised a curious eyebrow, prompting his companion to elaborate.
"If she learns that I am your spy, she will likewise know that her kidnapping is not in earnest. She would be able to leave, and I do not wish her to do so."
"So you prefer to allow her to hate you?"
"Anything to be hers."
Dumbledore was silent for some time. Then he spoke quietly, in a bland and tired tone: "I take it you would like to be relieved of your duties with the Order for the duration of your... erm, games... with the lovely Mrs. Potter?"
Severus nodded stiffly.
"Very well. You are dismissed, Mr. Snape."
Severus bowed, and was about to disapparate, when Dumbledore addressed him once more:
"One more thing, Severus. What prompted the attack on the Potters?"
The steely coldness of the headmaster's eyes told Severus that Dumbledore already knew the answer. Squirming at the unpleasant memory, Severus replied only:
"I am well aware of my fault, headmaster, and will do whatever it takes to make it up to my Mistress."
Lily's door was still locked when Severus apparated back to Spinner's End. Hanging his head in shame, he did not dare disturb her. Disrobing quickly, Severus decided to take the time to groom himself.
Passing the razor slowly, gently over his sensitive skin, Severus felt at peace for the first time since his prohibited orgasm. He liked seeing the surface of Lily's property – the cock standing up at attention and the tight balls under it – become soft and smooth. Satisfied with that job, he passed the razer diligently between his ass cheeks. Severus shuddered with arousal as he imagined Lily examining him there, praising him for the careful grooming of those most private of parts.
He allowed himself a brief fantasy of Lily taking him in the ass. He wanted to badly to be used by her in that way. Ever since the whipping (which had far surpassed all of his most optimistic expectations!), he could not rid his mind of the way Lily had called him a dirty slut. The mere thought sent such pleasant tingles down Severus's spine.
How I want to be her dirty little slut in every way possible!
Stepping out of the shower, Severus watched himself in the mirror. There he was: stark naked, with no pubic hair, and a throbbing cock. Submissive slave ready to serve his Mistress.
A very disobedient slave, however...
The memory of his transgression still weighted heavily on Severus's mind. He determined that as punishment, he would have to crawl instead of walking, just like the filthy slut-slave that he was.
Perhaps the humiliation might teach me how to respect my Mistress.
And, of course, Lily will punish me in whatever manner she sees fit.
His mood lightened considerably with these plans, and he quietly hummed to himself as he made Lily's dinner, an intricate arrangement of some of Lily's favorite foods: Caesar salad, meatballs, spaghetti, and carrot cake for desert.
Crawling up the stairs while attempting to balance the tray on his back was quite a feat, but he somehow made it with the dishes intact. Placing the tray on the floor by Lily's door, he knocked softly.
"Mistress, your dinner is served."
There was no response. Severus allowed himself a firmer knock.
"Mistress, please take the food. You do not need to pay any attention to your unworthy slave."
"I will take it when you leave, slave. I have no wish to see your ugly face." Even in her muffled response, Severus could hear Lily's bitterness.
It hurt, but he complied. He would leave her alone. At least for now.
The following morning, Lily awoke early, having gone to sleep immediately after finishing her dinner. It took her a moment to recollect all that had happened the previous day, and with it all of her frustration and anger.
She had spent the entirety of the previous evening mulling over the fact that she had allowed her base desires to lead her to give in to Severus's perverted game, and please her heartless blackmailer. That kidnapper. That murderer. That despicable man.
She was determined never to give in like that again. Severus had enslaved her, no matter what poetic nonsense he might say about being her slave. It was a game, and he had made all the rules. Well, she would show him.
He wants to play Mistress and slave? Fine, let it be such. I will torture him so much that he will break. He will admit that he is not truly my submissive, and that he is only willing to go as far as the bounds that he imposes.
Thus determined, Lily proceeded to get washed and dressed, and then reclined back on the bed with a book.
At last, there was a knock on her door.
"Your breakfast, Mistress."
"Go away."
Surprisingly, he seemed to comply, and when Lily peeked out of the door, there was only a tray with blackberry pancakes and a cup of Earl Grey tea, with no Severus in sight.
Her solitude remained undisturbed through lunch as well. Alas, her luck did not last much longer than that. At around five o'clock, Severus seemed to have had enough of the distance she had put between them, and after three rejected requests to enter her room, chose to disobey her.
Lily ground her teeth in annoyance as she heard the key unlock her door, and saw it open slowly. Next she was met with the sight of a nude man crawling in. Apparently, her damned captor got another fetish.
"Mistress," Severus addressed her humbly, not raising his head. "I am exceedingly sorry for my transgression last night. Please, you must punish me severely."
Lily let out a sardonic chuckle. "Are you asking me to whip you again, slave? Seriously? I think it's amply obvious that you can't take even a mild whipping without letting your filthy little cock squirt out."
"Please," Severus whimpered. "Punish me however you please, only allow me to serve you."
"Your punishment is not being allowed into my sight for the next three days," Lily said with steely determination.
At this, Severus flared up. "No," He pronounced steadily. "The contract stipulates that I will be whipped daily, and that I will show my devotion by worshiping your feet.I will perhaps admit the denial of one of these items as punishment, but the other must remain."
At this, Lily laughed bitterly. "Oh, right! I forgot that you're the boss here. My apologies, Master."
"Don't," Severus pronounced dangerously, finally lifting his head. The intensity of his gaze made Lily uncomfortable. "Don't ever call me that. I am yours. And the only reason I insist on these rules of the contract is to ensure that you allow me to serve you, and do not cast me out." He took a deep breath, and bowed his head back down in submission. "Command me. Punish me. Please." He pleaded softly.
Lily shook her head ruefully. Resistance was futile. Her only option was revenge, the bitter revenge that she had decided on earlier. To take this game to its natural extreme, and to make Severus admit himself that he had no wish to truly submit.
"Very well," Lily pronounced coldly, and stood up. "Give me your wand," She commanded shortly.
Not understanding what exactly his Mistress had in mind, Severus nonetheless complied. A thrill passed through his body as he handed her his wand. To put his magic, his very essence, into her hands with no questions asked: was that not the height of submission?
"Since you obviously enjoy the whippings a bit too much," Lily remarked acidly, "I will have to punish you differently. You will be caned."
Severus could hear his heart thump loudly in his chest. He at once dreaded and yearned for the pain. This was something new, something different.
My Lily is taking charge.
Gingerly, he bent over her bed, sticking his rear out for the caning.
Lily bit her lower lip. She was angry, oh so terribly angry with this man. She wanted to get revenge on him; she wanted to teach him a lesson. So why was it that looking at the smooth, freshly shaved skin between his ass cheeks, some small part of her wanted also to use him sexually.
She was going to pay him back for all that he had done to her. But in the meantime, she could also have some fun.
"Spread that ass out," She commanded offhandedly.
Her slave immediately complied, pulling the two mounds of flesh apart, highlighting the quivering pink entrance between.
Slowly, Lily raised Severus's wand, and touched the tip gently to his tight asshole.
Severus moaned. "Please, Lily!"
"Please what? What do you want, pet?"
"Fuck me," Severus managed to grind out in the midst of pulsating arousal that was quickly overtaking him. "Please, Mistress, take me. I am begging you... Please."
Lily caught her breath. She had never taken a man that way before. Her husband had not been into those kinds of things, and frankly, the thought had never even entered her mind. But now... Now she could not help but feel aroused at the sight of a man bent over in anticipation of a caning, spreading his ass cheeks and begging to be fucked in the ass.
Idly, she moved the wand in small circles around the anus, caressing the supersensitive skin. Severus groaned.
"Tell me exactly what you want, slave." Lily commanded.
"I want you to fuck my asshole with my own wand," Severus replied without hesitation. "I want to be used as your dirty little slut."
Again, Lily resorted to biting her lip, this time to prevent herself from moaning. It would not do to allow Severus to see that he affected her that way.
"Are you a virgin there as well?" She asked coolly, the wand now applying slight pressure on the puckered hole.
"Yes. Yes! I am untouched in every way, Lily. All -" here he swallowed thickly, "all yours for the taking."
Lily knew that she could not allow things to go any further. The wand immediately left her submissive's eager entrance, and fell harshly across his ass cheeks. That first sound of the caning cruelly shattered all of Severus's hopes of penetration.
Much later, alone in her bed, Lily absentmindedly stroked the place on the sheet where her slave had been caned that morning. She had not seen much of Severus during the remainder of the day, denying him her presence, except when he delivered her meals. But she could not help thinking back to the way he begged her to fuck him.
And now, as she allowed all the frustrations of the day to be released with the slow circles her other hand rubbed around her clitoris, it was her submissive's spread buttocks and tight asshole that entered her mind against her will. And when she reached her climax softly, quietly, with no more than a light moan, it was to the image of his throbbing, needy, smoothly shaved, virgin cock.