Chapter 2.

Severus had spent a lovely night dreaming of her new 'friend', imagining her sweet body draped over his own on his bed or trapped under him while she was laying on his wooden desk. He had awoken painfully aroused in the middle of the night and had to stroke himself until he had spent all his fluids and pent up needs on his flat belly.

That girl would be the death of him, he just knew that. He had never been a sex driven man nor had spent so much of his life thinking about sex like it had been happening since he had bought the laptop and connected it to Internet first and to 'YChat' later. That website was doing something to his head, it had to be like that, because the other alternative would be that he really was in need of a good shag, one of those which left you totally out of yourself.

He had lost his virginity later compared to his other fellow Slytherins and it had happened in his 7th year, only a couple of months before graduation, with one of his classmate's older sister. She was a Pureblood, even though she didn't come from one of the richest families, and a Death Eater like himself. It had been awkward and so embarrassing it had left him with a very bad feeling. He didn't like her, he had still been in love with Lily back then, but she was available and she didn't mind him; which was something that didn't happen often.

He had had some partners during the years after Voldemort's supposed death, but his grief had been so deep he had never been able to develop attachment to any of them. Then came Voldemort's return and the last years had been so difficult and demanding that he hadn't had the time. Some quick shag with a random muggle and the occasional service from a prostitute, but it was more to relive the stress. No one had ever made love to him or spent the night in his bed after having been shagged senseless. He was aware he had missed a lot in life and sometimes he would find himself wondering what it could have been and what it could be… if he only found someone worth loving who loved him back. However, he had still one more year of confinement. When he becomes a free man, he will decide what to do with his life.

In the meantime, Severus had a little minx to repay for the amazing orgasm she had gifted him with.

'Good evening, my cheeky booklover.', he carefully typed after several minutes he had seen her online.

-Good evening to you, my bastard., came her quick reply. -Did you sleep well last night?

If you only knew!

'I did. I had so many nice dreams.'

-Mmm... Anything worth sharing?

Always straight to the point, I like that.

'The best part was when I had you laying on my desk, under me, with your thighs tightly locked around my middle, your fingers pulling at my hair and my cock deeply sheathed inside your deliciously wet pussy.'

-Oh, that's nice... And how did we get there? I'm curious. Did you lick my pussy first, tongued me or caressed my clit with your fingertips?

'No, my dear. The first thing I did was grazing your taut nipples with my teeth, laving them with the flat of my tongue before closing my lips around them and sucking hard. Would you like that?'

-Go on.

As for every aspect of his life, he liked being in control. Not the he minded the thought of surrendering to a beautiful witch in bed, but it was something he rarely could do. He had had to obey to other people's wishes all his life and it had always ended up with his suffering. He didn't want to suffer anymore. In order to be able to let himself go like that he would need to find just the right witch, one he felt really comfortable with and which he was absolutely certain wouldn't hurt him.

'Answer my question, girl.', he replied tightly, pressing the keys. 'Would you like my mouth on your nipples?'

-Yes. Yes, sir.

Even though he hadn't been a teacher for years, he still liked to be show that kind of respect he had always expected from his students. Besides, he would always be a teacher. He would keep forever the titles of Potions Master, Death Eater, Headmaster and Head of Slythering Hourse, but everyone would always refer to him as Professor Snape. That's what he had been all his life.

'As a Professor, I expect my pupils to behave when they find themselves before me. Have I made myself clear?'

-Crystal., she answered, then added. -A teacher... I like teachers. You never know what they hide behind their closed doors. If they take their older students home or if they are good teachers and keep everything at school. Which subject?

'I am the one who does the questioning.', he said avoiding the question of which subject he taught.

He always tried to stay vague about himself and his life, not answering questions or circumnavigating them in some way. It wasn't like he was afraid of being discovered by someone he knew, he really didn't have much to lose right now, but he thought of his future and of that life he would like to start building for himself when he will finally be a free man.

-Yes, sir. My fingertip is lightly grazing my labia. They are wet, my nub is swollen, and I'm starting to tremble. You should definitely do something for that, Professor. Please.

Merlin, I love when they plead me.

'Do you want me to keep telling you about my dream or would you prefer I come over and show you EXACTLY what I would like to do to your sweet little cunt, my cheeky little thing?'

He knew the girl would never accept to meet with him, not that he could go out from his house without the Aurors, so her reply didn't come unexpected. She was young but not stupid, he could sense that, and she probably wasn't one who rushed into things without giving them the right pondering.

-I would love to have you here buried between my legs, but I will have to be happy with just this. I can't feel your lips on my body anymore... Where are you?

'I'm here, my mouth just an inch away from your ear. Can you feel my hot breath on your skin? Because I can feel you trembling you know, and I love it.

-Now I can feel it. Yes.

'My lips are kissing your rosy skin. I sometimes bite you gently without leaving any mark, others with more intensity so that you can feel my teeth. I sinfully lick your earlobe, sending shivers right down your core, before closing my mouth around it. It is perfect, just like your sweet nipple.

-Damn, I hate you.

He had to stifle a laugh at that. He was doing a good job if the girl was getting herself all hot and bothered.

'And why is that? I have reached your knickers and I'm going to pull them down now. They smell nice, you know. But I could stop if you want me to.'

-Please.

'Please, what?'

-Please, don't stop. I am all yours right now.

Severus had started touching his cock through his clothes, but he quickly pulled it out inhaling deeply. He liked talking dirty, letting his imagination flow and envelope his senses. His cock was already hard and he caressed it smearing the pre-cum all over it. The girl at the other hand of the screen was firmly touching herself in his mind-eye and moaning deeply at each stroke.

'I bury my nose between your glistening folds and I inhale deeply, inebriating my brain with your smell. You shiver at the contact and moan when my tongue darts out and tastes you. I lap at your juices, feeling the moisture with my taste buds, opening your labia and concentrating all my efforts on your sweet core. You feel and taste amazing, my cheeky girl.'

-God, God, God… please kiss me.

'Everything you desire, pet.', he said stroking harder his cock. Writing and masturbating at the same time was starting to become difficult as his mind was surrendering to the pleasure, but he still kept going. "My tongue swirls around your centre while with my mouth I envelope you, before penetrating you with my finger. Do you feel it? The way I stretch you… Is it good? Now think about what my cock will feel like when I finally take you.'

-I can't, I can't. Damn, I want you.

'I am here. The tip of my cock teases your entrance, mingling our own fluids together, before slowly – oh so slowly – thrusting inside you. I gasp and you moan at the sensation, but I don't give you the chance to get accustomed to my girth because I start moving. I want you; I need you, and you me. My cock fills you perfectly and the sounds we make are so glorious. I squeeze your breast tightly making you whimper and cry my name.'

-I can feel you. Oh God, I can feel you.

'You are so beautiful under me and I love the feeling of your hard nipples brushing against my chest while I thrust inside of you deeply and slowly. Your pussy clenches hard around me and my eyes close involuntary, lost in the sensation of you. You are nearly there; I can feel it in the way your muscles flex and your breath catches in your throat. My fingers pinch your clit and twist it. You cry spasming around me, milking my shaft and driving me crazy…'

He stopped writing and concentrated on his breathing and the movement of his hand on his painfully erect cock. It didn't take much for him to spurt all his semen, leaving him spent and tired but at the same time contented. He didn't write to her for some time, giving the girl the time to come back to her senses. He cleaned the mess he had made with a flick of his wand and drank a glass of ice cold water. That's when he hard the sound of a new message and rushed to see what she had written. A soft smirk grazed his lips.

-You should see the mess in my bed., she had written. -I had told you we would have had fun together. Maybe one day I'll have the pleasure to get your sinful tongue and cock inside of me.

'The pleasure would be all mine, my cheeky booklover.'

-You may call me by my name, you know.

'It's not your real name though, is it?'

-No.

'Good. Because it's horrible.'

-It isn't! Let's hear yours then. Please tell me you're not a Richard, a Jack or a Ronald… they are so bloody common!

Severus hadn't thought about a name to use on the website. He had never had the need to divulge it as his conversations had involved only sex. With her, however, it was somewhat different. She hadn't gone away after climaxing, like every woman had always done, but she had stayed. It was like having sex and then cuddling in bed, having a little chit-chat before falling into a light sleep. It was curious and it made him experience such a deep ache he had never thought could be possible.

'I am a Leonard.', he replied with the first name that came to mind. He didn't like it, but he didn't like 'Severus' either. 'Is it okay?'

-It is, Leo. How long have you been using YCatch? I'm curious.

'A couple of months and you?'

-More than one year., she had replied after some moment, like she was unsure of what she was about to say.

'That's a lot of time. How did you come by it?' he asked, and he was curious himself. The girl was a wonton beauty, she didn't need a website to get shagged. 'You don't look like a girl who needs these sorts of things.'

-I don't, but well... It's difficult to explain.

There! He knew he had found a weak spot, something she didn't to talk about, but why? So far, even though they had not talked that much about personal things, she had been very open, so this change in behaviour was strange. And I love a good riddle!

'You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, you know. But you can talk to me if you need to. It's not like I could tell anyone.'

-No, it's fine. I know…, she quickly typed, then added. -I have always been considered a swot and a good girl, kind of a goody-two-shoes, who never got anything wrong, who behaved and got her friends out of trouble. I often got in trouble with them because I wanted to help them and keep them safe, and in a way I also felt compelled to do it. Whenever I wasn't able to do it, it was like I had failed them and everyone around me who had asked me to look out for them. I felt bad, like it was all my fault and not theirs because they had not listened to me. They had expectations and I couldn't give them what they wanted.

Severus hadn't been expecting that. He read her words and felt her sadness. Furthermore, he felt his. He had never been a teacher's favourite student nor a good boy, but he had felt the failure of every single one of his actions all his life. Every time Dumbledore had asked him to do something and he had not been able to do it; when he had tried to save someone from death, but they had died anyway. Her sadness was in a way his own.

'Is it still like that?'

-In a way yes. I am a good girl, but I am also this. I got here because I needed the means to escape, somewhere I could do wrong without being judged. Because that's what they would do if they were to discover I strip naked in front of strangers, or that I like so much sex I'm not in the least satisfied with what I get. That I want to feel more, to lose myself but at the same time be myself. Completely, without fear. Because this is what I am, not completely a good girl.

'People will never completely understand your feelings and needs unless they can somewhat relate to them. I have been hated all my life because I am an insensitive bastard most of the time, but this doesn't mean I am a bad person. I am, but that's not everything I am. I understand you, Alba. All I can say is that you eventually will grow out of your fear of rejection and judgment and embrace your true self. Don't let people suffocate you. Live your life the way you need to and find your happiness in these small emotions.'

He had never been good at these sorts of things, but he felt the need to help her alleviate her sorrow. Only Dumbledore had really known him, and for this reason he had felt alone all of his life. He still was but he had learnt to cope with it.

-I thank you. I had never talked to anyone about this and… thank you, really. I will think about what you have said. Do you mind if I go to bed now? I need some time on my own.

'Not at all. Have a pleasant night, my cheeky little thing.'