A/N: SPOV
Severus was amused at her straining to look at the list while she was still kneeling. Such curiousity. I'll have to teach her the muggle expression sometime.
"That will be all for tonight, Nymphadora. You may stand and pick up the book and parchment. That should allow you to look at them properly." Maybe she thought he didn't see her? She picked up the book and the parchment, and was trying to say goodbye.
"…I should be…ah…going…I would say goodnight, but its morning…" I'm going to have to devise some sort of ritual for her so she can turn this on and off. Severus decided to get back to looking at the stack of documents he had always kept locked in his desk, one that hadn't been unlocked in almost a decade.
Severus looked over his checklist in a new light. It was like a man who was dying of thirst was promised an oasis. Everything looked intriguing, as if he was able to do anything on the list just for the opportunity to... well, definitely not bestiality... and he remembered the conversation he had with his first submissive that he worked with:
"Ugh, Severus, who would find it appealing to... fornicate with animals?" She had said. Of course, Severus was oath-bound to not reveal Lupin's secret, even after it had almost killed him. "It was designed so that you don't have any surprises later on; look at how many different ways I could beat you. Canes, floggers, hairbrush, hand, paddle, and whips... that doesn't even go into the possible locations." He smiled as he looked at the top of her list. "Now, Sir, I thought I got to fill this out without being hassled." She flirted, leaning over and smiling in that particular way that got her mouth captured in their almost ritualized way of kissing.
The memory of her soft lips were like a bittersweet balm as he kept going down his own list. He was no longer a fan of biting or branding his body in any way, but still enjoyed blindfolds. Bondage and clothespins were still the same, just like the use of collars and leashes. It was more about possession rather than pet play for him.
Some of the things on his list, however, had utterly changed. Since becoming a Death Eater, he lost his appeal in knife play, blood play, simulated gang rape, and giving someone away. What was once a fetish became all too real when The Dark Lord peered into his mind and had given him the 'present'.
What he didn't want to look at was the list that was under his own. Or the rescinded contract that was beneath it. He should have destroyed it, along with the broken collar. It was a reminder of his own failing, and he used it when he thought he could move on in 1983. The drawer hadn't been opened since.
Perhaps it's time to let this go, Sev. He thought to himself, tossing the papers on the desk. As he lit the fireplace to burn the remnants of his failed past, a searing pain went through his left forearm. He caught himself hunched over his papers, sending them askew as he righted himself. The Dark Lord must be very angry for summoning him at a time like this.
As he reached for his mask and robes, he thought about putting his papers away, but a second summons hit his arm and began to bleed. He took a vial of pain-releaving potion as a preventive measure and fled the castle, disapparating as soon as he reached the gates. He didn't care that his sleeve was soaked with blood or that he was making a trail for all to see.
Back in Severus' office were the bold words at the top of a page that was his albatross:
TEMPORARY CONTRACT OF CONSENSUAL OWNERSHIP
On that page was his name in short, spiky handwriting. And the soft curves of a Lily Evans.