Author's Note: M rating ahead!
He buried one hand in her hair, pulling her mouth hard against his like he was trying to devour her. His other hand was behind her, stroking the exposed skin of her back. Then he dropped both hands to her waist, clutching her hips as he continued kissing her. Then he picked her up, put her on the counter and maneuvered himself between her legs. She wrapped her legs around him as she kissed him back, worried that at any moment he would change his mind, turn around and leave her.
Snape put his arms around her, caressing her back, sending shivers through her. When his hands went to her shoulders, pushing the straps of her dress off, she gasped, breaking the kiss. She tried to catch her breath, but his lips went to her neck and she threw her head back as he began to kiss her there. His lips traced kisses along the newly exposed skin of her throat. His tongue passed over her pulse point and she gasped again. She felt him smirk against her skin right before he nibbled the spot he'd just kissed, making her moan loudly.
Freddie heard him chuckle softly as he began to nip and suck his way down her neck, to her chest. His hands were pulling her dress down, exposing the tops of her breasts and she knew any moment that's where his mouth would be.
She let out a whimper of need, of want, but also of uncertainty.
I want this, god knows I've wanted this, but if he doesn't slow down he's gonna have me naked on the kitchen counter and I've never...
"What's wrong?" he asked, lifting his head from her chest to look at her. She could feel his cock through his trousers, throbbing against her thigh. "Do you want to stop?"
"No!" she exclaimed loudly, panting slightly. "I-uh-I- my potatoes!"
He looked to the stove where the pot was almost to the point of boiling over. He whipped out his wand and vanished the whole thing. He tossed his wand on the counter and went back to kissing her neck.
"Hey!" she protested. "I was making dinner."
"Do you want to stop?" he asked again.
"N-no, but, ah- do w-we have to do this here?" she asked breathlessly.
He lifted his head and pulled back slightly, looking down at her with one eyebrow raised.
"I mean, I'll do whatever you want but, I, uh..." she trailed off, not sure what she was saying. She could barely think straight, her mind clouded with lust.
"You will do whatever I want, hm?" he asked in a low voice, almost a growl. "Anything I say?"
"Anything," she vowed, her heart pounding in her chest.
"If I want to have you on the counter, I will have you on the counter. Or bent over the kitchen table. Anywhere I want."
"Yes sir," she said, not sure why she called him 'sir' other than it felt right in the moment. He seemed to approve as a twisted smile crossed his lips.
He took a step back and looked at her sitting on the counter, her dress half off her shoulders, panting slightly.
"Stand up," he said, his voice quiet but commanding.
Freddie slid her butt off the counter and stood before him on trembling legs. He smirked at her and she felt herself flush under his gaze.
"Take off your dress," he ordered.
"W-what?" she asked, unsure if she'd heard him right.
"You said you would do whatever I want, obey my every command?" he asked and she nodded. "Take off... your dress."
Freddie inhaled sharply. Slowly she reached for the straps of her dress, sliding it down until it pooled beneath her on the floor. She was left standing before him in a simple black bra and black cotton panties.
If I'd known this was going to happen, had any inclination, I would have worn something cuter, something lace, she thought, growing warm as he looked her over slowly drinking in her appearance.
"Nice," he said, walking around her. "Very nice."
Freddie didn't say anything but blushed harder, pleased he thought so.
Suddenly his hand flew and gave her a hard smack on the bottom, causing her to yelp in surprise.
"When I compliment you I expect you to say 'thank you', understand?"
"Yes sir," she gasped. "Thank you, sir."
"Good girl," he said approvingly and Freddie felt herself grow wetter.
He continued to walk around her, inspecting her. Freddie stood, hands clasped behind her back, waiting for him to tell her what to do next. He reached out and put his hand on the clasp of her bra.
"What would you do if I took this off? Hmm?" he asked, toying with the clasp. She shivered with nervous excitement.
"I would...let you," she answered. "Sir."
She didn't have to look behind her to know he was smirking. In one deft movement he undid the clasp. She heard his sharp intake of breath as her bra fell away, revealing her pale c-cup breasts. He put his arms around her from behind and it was Freddie's turn to gasp again as he cupped her breasts. He just held her a moment and Freddie could feel him, feel his hard cock against her backside. She pressed herself back against him and he groaned softly, squeezing her breasts in response.
He lowered his head, breathing in the scent of her hair, before nuzzling her neck. Her legs felt weak as he began kissing her neck. He caressed the nipple of her left breast with his thumb, sending a bolt of fresh arousal through her. He repeated the action then pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and he pinched harder, slowly exerting more pressure until she couldn't suppress a whimper of pain. He released her nipple and let out a growl as he sucked hard on her neck, mixing pleasure with the pain.
He repeated the action on her right breast, squeezing her nipple until she yelped. She felt his cock twitch against her.
He likes this, she realized. Causing me pain...and pleasure.
She moaned as he trailed kisses to her shoulder, nipping her lightly, before releasing her all of a sudden and taking a step back. She whimpered at the loss of contact and he walked around her, smirking.
"What next, I wonder?" he said in a slightly mocking tone. His eyes traveled down her body to the last scrap of fabric on her body. She shuddered again.
"Want me to take them off?" she asked, trying to sound coy and not as nervous as she actually felt.
"Do you want to take them off?" he asked silkily. She considered a moment.
"I will if you want me to, sir," she said, clasping her hands behind her back.
"Good girl, that is a good answer," he said, his eyes traveling up her torso coming to rest on her breasts. His eyes glazed over and he seemed distracted a moment.
"I think we should go upstairs," he said finally, his voice raspy.
"If that's what you want, sir," she said obediently, thinking that at this point she didn't care if he did take her on the counter, the table, the floor – anywhere.
He let out a hum of approval and smacked her butt lightly.
"Go," he said.
"Yes sir," she said, walking towards the door then she paused. "I have a ham in the oven."
He stepped towards the oven and looked at it.
"It is not on," he said, sounding amused. "That is just the timer."
"Aw, what? I've had it on for hours!"
"Actually you have not," he said, pressing a button to turn the timer off. "I will teach you to use it later...I have a much more interesting lesson for you at the moment. Go."
Author's Note: So I have two more chapters ready to post right now. If I post them tonight it might be a few days before I have anything else ready to post. So do y'all want all the goodies all at once (again) or do you want a chapter a day? Review and let me know!
