Chapter Two
He made long strides as soon as he left her room. He needed a drink to cool off his temper. So, he went to his study and conjured a decanter of firewhiskey then poured it into a tumbler. But he then changed his mind when he was about to drink it, the brownish-amber liquor would only burn his throat and that would make his wrath soaring more. He needed a mild drink to compose himself, so he conjured another bottle contained a high quality of vintage sherry from his wine cellar.
After finishing his third glass, the sweetness mixed with a little bit alcohol contained on the wine was making his rigid posture slightly relaxed. He then closed his eyes and recalled the memory of that fateful day.
Flashback
He usually loathed to attend social function. But Lucius was succeed in forcing him to attend that New Year ball held by the city council. Lucius blackmailed him, saying that he would invite his cousin, Vincentia, and made Severus her chaperone on Narcissa's party next month if he wouldn't attend the festive. The shithead didn't want to trap alone in a room full of giggling women, so he coerced Severus to join his misery club. God, how he hated the bastard. But he detested that women even more. They had a short affair a few years ago but she still had that strange kind of obsession towards him up until that moment. Shit, he would rather milking an angry dragon than hearing her whining voice for the whole night.
So, there he was then, trapped in a room full of giggling and chirpy tarts whose dresses suddenly became too loose, not so subtle showing their breasts to tempt him. He was sure he wasn't the most dapper man on the room but his money and power could blind those tarts. They didn't care about his large hooked-nose or his uneven teeth as long as they got some limelight from bedding him.
That night, he casted a disillusionment charm to avoid any prying eyes then he went to the corner of the room, isolating himself and leaving Lucius and his misery alone. Crowd irritating him, he hated to have some forced niceties with those social climbers and he wasn't a nice man to begin with, making a small talk or pretending to be interested with their subjects wasn't his forte. People only had to see the sneer he made or to hear his dry remark to understand that he wasn't interested and he wished for them to bugger off. So, being alone was good for him. Leaning solitarily against the cold wall and savouring the sweetness wine on his glass, his posture relaxed then he closed his eyes, blocking the other attendees who held no appeals to him from his view.
But suddenly a soft giggling woke him up from his reverie. Curiosity defeated his ignorance, lazily he opened his eyes, searching the source of that fruity sound. There. That voice belonged to a lithe girl, no, young woman, with rather wild bushy hair and large caramel eyes. Ba-dum. He felt something enticing radiated from her when he saw her for the first time that night, shocking wave pulsing and buzzing through his veins as he laid his eyes on her. No, bad vibes, this will only lead you to a disastrous path, Severus. Turn away. His common sense kept telling him to stop watching and move away, his instincts alerted him that this was not okay. But, something piqued and ensnared his curiosity that time, something which was keeping his eyes glued to her.
The caramel eyed girl was talking to her red haired and her dirty blonde haired friends beside a snack bar. His first impression about her was that she was a bushy haired girl with an overbearing temper. She was probably the type who would domineering everyone with her bossy attitude and her swotty little mouth as she kept talking about books she read recently while her red haired friend was pretending to look interested by nodding every now and then while the blond one only was making a dreamy look and babbling about peculiar things.
After conversing for a while, a boy came and asked the red haired girl for a dance while the rather offbeat blond girl was dancing with her imaginary partner. Soon, a freckles red haired boy approached the caramel eyed girl and they started talking genially. But to tell the truth, talking was put it up mildly as she did all the talk while he nodded occasionally and kept staring at her breasts. He didn't know why but when the freckled boy couldn't keep his eyes off the girl's chest, he felt his anger raising and all he wanted to do was slamming the brat and telling him to fuck off.
Shit, there was something wrong inside his head, definitely, it had to be. Did someone cast a curse at him? Or putting some poison on his drink and he didn't realize it? He felt that he wasn't in his right mind. What else could cause this uncanny feeling? He didn't even know the girl but somehow he felt a possessive strike towards her. Double shit, he felt like a creepy old stalker who readied to attack his competitor.
He did try to keep his eyes off her but he just couldn't. The more he observed, the more she fascinated him. After his further scrutiny, that caramel eyed girl seemed like a bright and independent girl. He was also mildly shocked by the advance knowledge the girl seemed to know about. He found out that she wasn't just a swotty-little-know-it-all, but she was also a smart girl who had a brilliant mind when she asserted her opinion.
It was rare for women in their period to educate themselves properly. Many women usually had the inclination to learning only about the basic knowledge or basic magic and nothing further pursued. Many obtuse people in their society still thought that the main obligation for women was for breeding while men was being the breadwinners and the providers for the household. That was why many brainless women often pampered to prettify themselves so that they could attract more promising candidates to wed. The prettier they got, the wealthier men they could ensnared.
But not all women in their society were put on that stereotype box, there were also several women who realizing the importance of edification, yes, he knew some. But their quantity were much less compared to the empty headed ones. The lack of competent women made some discrepancies between man and women in their society. There were no women sat in the council. Only men got the privilege to enter a magical academy. Men were taught about practical magick properly so that they could stabilize and increase their magical abilities easily. But there were no magick curriculum on women's school. That was why many women only knew couples of basic spells. If women wanted to learn about magick more, they had to pay extra cash for private instructor. But the fees for hiring a private instructor was high so only some of wealthy families and a few of middle class families had done that. Parents would rather using their money to prettify their daughters rather than using the money to furthering their education.
True, maybe a lot of people put beauty above any other qualities that someone had. Many men classified women based only on their appearances and their abilities to please men on bed. Sure, he was no hypocrite. He liked to have beautiful women pleasing him on bed, no, didn't have to be on the bed. There were many women who offered to have casual sex with him and, sure, he accepted it. Only fool that wouldn't accept some free and unattached sex and he was no fool. But after so many meaningless romping with many nameless and faceless women, he finally reached his breaking point. He was getting tired of their non-sense chattering. He needed someone equal, someone that not only would please him on the sex department but also someone who would please him when they were having actual conversations. Someone like that chestnut haired young woman maybe.
The girl's brilliance really allured him. It would be perfect to have someone like her, not only as a responsive lover to keep his bed warm but also as an intellectual talking partner. She seemed to have enough brain cells to engage in long conversations without him trying to snap at every turn. Not like the women whom he usually involved with: just simpleton that only good enough for bedding. He was hoping that he could find someone like that girl or at least someone who close to her quality. Although that wish was sounded like a preposterous thinking even to his own ears.
He didn't know her name at that time. Sure, he could ask Lucius, as a man about town the guy did know literally everything in their society, he got all ears and eyes. But, no, he wouldn't ask him, he would be suspicious. The guy would laugh right in front of his face if he knew his old and cranky friend was lusting over a teenager.
Having no other way, he tried to forget her but he just couldn't. He dreamed about her almost every night: her being splayed naked on his bed or her being naked on his bed with him equally naked above her while she kept whispering his name in sensuous way. After those dreams, he had to take cold shower, a very cold one. Or when that trick didn't work to deflate his engorged penis, he would go to the closest bar and picked some random women, doing some casual sex while imagining that it was the chestnut haired girl under him.
He almost gave up, he'd never met her again when he decided to attend some other social functions. Judging by her age, her absent was probably because she was back to her finishing school as holiday season was over. No, he believed that he would never meet her again as finishing schools were usually located abroad. But it seemed that fate had been gracious to him. No, gracious wasn't the right word to describe the situation.
A couple weeks after his meeting with the caramel eyed girl, a slumped middle aged man, John Granger, came to his manor asking for some loans. That man had been enslaved by his gambling addiction apparently. He had lost a lot of fortune on gambling table. He dug himself on a deep pile of debts. If he couldn't pay those debts, his house and his land would be confiscated. A man without a land would be an inconsequential and lowly person and Granger would do anything to evade that fate.
Although he had never met him personally but he knew a little something about the man – Granger. Granger had vast orchard and a winery that made quite tasteful wines. He often ordered some of his wines, dandelion and elderberry wines as he preferred its light taste for summer time. It would be a shame if the winery had to be handed to another. So, he agreed to give Granger the money to pay his debts but the man had to pay it back on six months period or there would be severe consequences.
He never thought much of the man since then. But when the appointed time was finally overdue, Granger came empty-handed. With no shame, he knelt and begged to ask for extended time. But Snape wasn't a person who would bend over the other's will, nor that he would go soft on the display of someone's mishaps. It seemed Granger couldn't conquer his inner demon. He didn't learn his lesson as he kept his liking on gambling. The man needed to be taught a lesson about the repercussion of his action. If he couldn't battle his addiction, one day there would be more severe consequences that not only would affect him but also affect his family. Hell, his own father had proved it.
"Please my gracious, give me a little more time. I promise you, I will pay all my debts by that time, my lord. I will do anything and give you anything, anything, my lord, but please don't take my house and my land. I will give you all my finest wines from my cellar, I am sure you will love it, my lord," Granger kept pleading and bribing in trade for some leeway, but Snape couldn't be swayed.
His restraint had reached its end, "Enough Granger! I'll take what's supposed to be my right. Vacate your house and move out forthwith!" his malicious and commanding voice echoed in the vast room.
"Please, please, my lord, I will give you anything, my lord. I–I offering you my daughter, my lord. She is already of age and quite beautiful young woman, my lord. I–I am sure she will be a lot of used for you, my lord," with shaking hands, Granger took a portrait of his daughters from his pocket breast and offered it to him.
John Granger had two daughters, a twenty-year-old Katherine Granger and almost eighteen-year-old Hermione Granger. Comparing the two was like comparing day to night, they really had difference personalities. The oldest loved to indulge herself with so many cosmetic products to prettify her already beautiful self. She had many friends and loved to socialize so she had no qualms if their family had to attend some social niceties. While the younger one loved to spend her time in the library, reading books for hours. Books were like oxygen to her, parting her with it a day and she would feel asphyxiated. She also didn't like socializing much and she would grumble if they had to attend some social functions. Unlike her sister, the little one didn't attract many suitor as she wasn't too keen to make herself more presentable.
The lord surely wouldn't turn down his offer to take his daughter, Katherine. She was the epitome of beauty. And as expected from a young eligible lady, aside from her talents, she had a pretty face and proportional body and unlike Hermione's, Kate had lovely shining auburn hair like his wife's. At such young age, she had bewitched many young men with her beauty. Many suitors knocked on his door asking his permission to marry Katherine but she always refused. He was so sure that the lord would say yes to his offer. What kind of man who could say no to his ripe gorgeous daughter, right?
Angrily, Snape snatched the portrait away from Granger, in readiness to rip the picture then bombarding the old fool with many crude and colourful spats. What kind of man who would sell his own prodigy to safe his own ass? Even slavish person wouldn't have the heart to do that. The angry retort was about to come out his lips when he was catching a glimpse of the young woman on the picture. It was the girl with the big caramel eyes that haunted his dreams for weeks. He didn't give a damn about the other woman on the picture. All he could focus on was the chestnut haired girl. He tried to regulate his breaths then spoke coldly, "Pray tell Granger. Do you really willing to give your own daughter to me?"
"Y – yes my lord. If my lord is willing to take my daughter, I will blithely give her to your hand to repay my debts my lord," Granger made an exorbitant smile before answering.
"Well, well, well, what an interesting offer, coercing me to seal a deal by trading your own daughter. But, it will be impolite of me if I refuse your benign offer. So, if you willing to give me your brown haired daughter then I will consider your debts settled and I will also give you some gratuity to cover your debts to the others."
Granger never thought this would be this easy, something was amiss. "T–thank you so much for your benevolent goodwill, my lord. But, but, my brown haired daughter, Hermione, my lord? Why wouldn't you choose my other girl, Katherine, my lord? She is more beautiful, she will be more pleasing to the eyes, my lord." If the lord chose Katherine, with her beauty and her charm she might ensnare him. Who knew he would probably make her his legal bride and not just keeping her as a mistress? Having him connected to his family would elevate his social status for sure.
"Tut–tut–tut Granger. You are offering me to have your daughter and it's within my right to choose which one I prefer to have. I am choosing your brown haired girl and now you have problem with my choice. Either you let me have the one I'd picked or you have no deal at all. Choose, it is your life that hanging by the thread after all."
"No, no, no, my lord. Of course, I have no disagreement about that, my lord. You will have my younger one and I will heartily send her over to you, my gracious," he replied over enthusiastically while making some excited hands gestures. Yes, it was fine if he'd chose Hermione over Katherine, deal was a deal after all. Thanks to her daughter he was freed from his debts to this frightening man. Daughters had to leave their parent's at some point right? It didn't really matter even if he had to send the younger one then rather than couple years later. Having less daughter also meant having less expenditure, right, it was cheaper this way. Besides, his younger one should probably thank him as she would never meet man this calibre on her own. Looks didn't matter, wealth was the only thing that matter. But he had to find a way regarding how to deliver the news to his daughter. No, he would think that later, no need to spoil the fun.
True, this Granger disgusted him but he couldn't deny his offer either, "You have my deal Granger, I will clear off all of your debts. I won't touch your property but deliver your daughter here by this Saturday," he stern voice commanding him. He then conjured a piece of parchment and thrust it towards Granger whom merrily accepted and signed it without reading its contents first.
When handing the signed parchment back, Granger grabbed and tried to kiss his hand with exhilaration but he pulled out his hand hurriedly and hissed, "Enough! Get out of my sight this instance Granger before I change my mind!"
Panicked that Snape would cancel the deal, Granger run out with stricken face, "Thank, thank you my lord, you wouldn't be disappointed, my lord," Granger mumbling to the air as his shadow disappeared out of the room.
"Hermione," he tasted her name on his lips for the first time. What a fitting name: heroine from a tragic story.
End of flashback
Shit, he messed this up. His anger had scared her. His plan to seduce her deliberately and make her yearn his touch had ruined.
"Fuck," he threw his glass against the floor as he felt his ire rising again, a loud clatter could be heard as he watching it shattered into countless pieces as soon as it hit the hard surface, smearing the tiles with its bloody liquor. He massaged his temples to soothe his headache that he felt sometimes when he was angry.
His temper once again had proved itself to be his arch nemesis. No wonder many people hated him, he even felt that self-abhorrence to his own person. If he could, he would cast a killing curse to murder his very temper.
He had lost a woman he loved once because of his atrocious temper and now he was about to lose another for the very same reason. Sure, he realized that he didn't love this one, the little siren, as his heart still being held captive by the red fiery goddess from his past. That goddess was like a little candle that brought a tiny glow of light to guide him out of his darken old days. He knew that she would be the only love in his desolate life even though she had abandoned him long time ago. Leaving him alone with the worst heartache he'd ever felt. Leaving him trapped and wondered alone in his dark world as she brought his little light away with her when she was gone.
What about the little siren then? Love was out of question. He didn't believe in love anymore, love was overrated. There was no such things such as selfless acts to put someone else's happiness above self-happiness. People wanted something when they'd done favors towards the others. That way it would be beneficial for both parties. That's how everything worked with people around him.
Again, what about the little siren? He'd never felt anything like this before. He felt a strong carnal desire towards the girl. Sure, he was lusting others women too, but never this intense. With other women, it usually only for one night stand or just some casual sex with some of them whenever they met but no string attached. He'd never felt any desire to pursue and continue the affaire d'amour with any of them. But it was different with her, he wanted to keep her all for himself, not just for once or for some eventual shags. He also felt a strong sense of unduly protectiveness toward the girl.
He had the girl but for how long? No, it was no good to thinking about the future. He only needed to think about this time, he needed to savour this very moment while he still had her under his grasp.
He sat down on the armchair, watching the fire dancing on the hearth for couple more minutes, before alcohol in his system mixed with sound of violent storm outside lulling him into his sleep.
He felt a little bit disoriented when he woke up. Sleeping on uncomfortable armchair made his muscles cramped. When he fully awoke, he casted tempus charm to check on the time. Shit, he had already left her for four hours. He needed to check her condition.
He walked to her room hurriedly. His footsteps reverberated on the wall, making loud noises on the dark deserted corridor he passed. He was agitated when he entered the room and found her on the verge of pass out. He run with his long strides to catch her before she felt. Her body went limp against his when he snatched her. He freed her wrists from the hanging cuffs then carried her to the bed. He then laid her on her belly, minding her still sore bottoms.
Her supple derrieres bore many dark red marks resembling his handprints. Fifty swats was probably way too much for a nouveau like her. All fault was on him, he ought to know better than to lay a hand on her when he was angry. See, you aren't better than the rotting meat you called father, aye lad? Not again, the disturbing voice he hated to recall. He had to make amend with the girl. But he had to mend her bottoms first, if he delayed further the bruises would soon become bluish.
He conjured a healing ointment from his supply. He dabbed some cream to his fingers then applied it to her sore bottoms. He massaged her abused skin a little while applying the ointment so that the healing properties would be absorbed faster. After a few minutes, the bruises started to fade. When all the red marks were vanished, he turned her over to her back.
Shit, guilt was eating him when he saw her face. She looked so pale, beads of sweat also formed on her forehead. When he put his hand on her temples, he could feel her body growing hot. He conjured another vial from his supply to reduce her fever. He uncorked the vial then raised her head a little and made her swallow the cherry hue potion to lessen her fever. He also healed the bruises on her wrists then applied relaxant muscles ointment on her legs and arms so she wouldn't feel any pain or cramp when she woke up. He covered her body with soft comforter to keep her body warm.
Giving one last glance to the girl, he stood and left her alone for the night. Bloody hell. He really needed a good drink. Again.
She woke up when a few rays of sunshine glimmering from the gap of the draperies. She felt a bit lightheaded so she started to massage her temples. Still disoriented, she panicked when she realized that she wasn't in her bedroom. Her comforter was mauve not white, her mattress wasn't this big and this soft, and her windows surely weren't that enormous. 'Wrong, this is wrong. Ugh, where am I? Did I drink some wine yesterday?Oh God, my head' she tried to remember what happened to her.
After her foggy mind was clear, events the day before hitting her hard as she tried to sit and found herself naked under the comforter. She remembered her father, her mother, her sister, her deal, and her being trapped with that dark brooding man. She tried to feel the soreness on her bottoms and the aching muscles on her legs or arms but she couldn't feel any pain. There was also no bruises left on her arms. When she was on the brink of unconsciousness, she felt strong calloused hands touching her body. She thought that was just a dream she had in her buoyant mind. But maybe that wasn't just a fragment of her imagination.
She didn't know what time was that. But judging by the colours of the narrow beam of sunlight passing through the windows, she could surmise that it wasn't even past six in the morning. It was still early but she couldn't bear the thought of the little elf forcing to help her bathing again if she did it later. So, Hermione pushed herself out of the bed and walked hurriedly to the bathroom. She was in no mood for a long soaking bath since it would make her mind wandering around lengthy, so a quick shower was preferred. She tried to relax her body under the hot showering water but it was for naught.
So many thoughts kept jumbling up on her mind. How should she behave when she meet him? What should she do when he ordering her around? Should she just comply like a good little girl or should she resist it? No, frontally resisting wasn't the answer, it would do no good, and she'd already proved that. Beg, maybe she should beg him to give her a little leeway. But her pride wouldn't let her do much pleading. Merlin, she pulled her hair too hard when she was shampooing. If this kind of thought kept occupying her mind regularly, she was sure she would have a bald patch on her scalp by the end of the week. After quickly finishing her shower, she dried herself with fluffy towel and brushed her teeth on the sink before she left the bathroom clad only in tiny towel as she couldn't find any bathrobe.
She was just about to open a drawer, trying to find something to wear when she heard a startling bang as the bedroom door was opened. There he was, standing intimidatingly before the door while bringing something that looked like a food tray. Oh Merlin, why did he always come after she took a bath?
She had shocked expression written all over her face. Overwhelming by fear, her body couldn't be moved, "I am so sorry, sir. I wasn't trying to steal anything from the drawer. I just wanted to find something to wear, sir. I don't know where the elves put my clothes so I check on the drawer. Please don't be mad at me, sir," she said to the floor. Good, the morning was still early and she'd already begged.
He didn't give her any response as he closed the door and walked toward the armchairs. He put the tray on the tiny table then sat down. "Come here, girl," he indicated her to join him, sitting before the fireplace,
"Um b–but, I still haven't found anything appropriate to wear, sir," she tried to refuse his order politely, hoping that he would let her dress before joining him.
But he didn't sway, he roared the fire in the fireplace then said, "Just come and sit here, girl. The hearth will keep you warm. Now, walk here or I shall bring you over here myself. Or is that what you are hoping for? Wishing me to carry you, girl?" there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
Needed no more reprimanding from him lest he would do his threat, she walked hurriedly and sat down across him. She kept her eyes on the floor to keep her nervousness at bay.
"Is there something on the floor that piquing your interest so much? Your eyes seems glue to it. Look at me, girl," he asked her with rather toned down voice.
She raised her face a little and stared at him nervously. She kept her hands busy by playing with her towel so that he couldn't see her fingers trembling visibly.
"I am sorry that I was inattentive to your welfare yesterday. I wasn't feeding you properly so that you passed out last night," he said earnestly.
Hearing him apologized was sure shocking her. She was sure the man didn't have that word on his vocabularies. He seemed like those prideful men who would rather choke swallowing poison than admitting their fault. Besides, it wasn't actually his fault. She was served with so many tempting foods when she came to the manor but her stomach wouldn't let her touch it. Her mouth just gaping as she failed to deliver any response to his atone.
"Now eat this," he pointed at the tray on the small table between them. The tray contained a lot of food that she was sure she couldn't stomach it all. Four slices of battered bread, fresh fruits, sausages, bacons, scramble eggs, and fresh orange juice. Darn, he was really over do his apologize.
He gave her narrowing eyes when she just picking up her food without her actually trying to eat it. His reprimanding look was enough to enforce her to eat. She tried her best to chew and swallow small pieces of bread, a small portion of the scramble eggs and sausage, then a couple of fresh strawberries. After she'd done her eating, she gulped down all of her orange juice. From her point of view, he looked quite satisfied with her effort to eat as he didn't give her any protest. But the truth he was seething inside, he needed to put some potions on her next meals to increase her appetite.
After she had done her eating or had done her pretension to eat, he stood up and offered his right hand to help her up. Hesitantly, she took his hand as he led her to the mattress. She wanted to flee but his grasp on her hand was too strong. He only loosed his grasp on her when they finally stood before the bed.
"Lay on the bed, girl," he gave her another reprimanding look when she was about to retort, "Do as I said or I shall force you myself."
Obediently, she climbed on to the bed and laid still on her back. Her heart was pounding heavily against her ribs. Her hands grabbed the sheet underneath her tightly as she felt the bed creaking a little when he laid beside her on the bed. She stiffened as she felt his fingers touch her hair softly then bring it to his prominent nose, "Your hair smells divine, don't you know it, girl?" Without waiting for her to respond, he loosed her hair and traced the contour of her face. Submitting to her fate, she closed her eyes when she felt his fingers caressing her brow, down to her eyelids and her cheeks, then her button nose.
"Open your mouth, girl," he commanded her after a few moment.
Her mind told her to refuse his order but her body was shaking a little when she recalled his punishment the night before. So, she complied his order, parting her red luscious lips as he traced her lips with his thumb. Sweet Circe, her lips felt so soft and warm against his callused finger. Couldn't avoid the temptation, he then put his thumb onto her hot cavern and ordered her to lick it. He let out loud growl when she sucked his thumb onto her hot little mouth then licked his thumb.
Merlin's pants, his shaft became so hard and uncomfortable inside his pants. His thumb felt so good and warm inside cavern and he couldn't wait to put his shaft onto it. Later, he would do it later. He needed to do some other things first.
He pulled his thumb out of her mouth then replaced it with his lips. He planted open-mouthed kiss to her lips. "Open you sweet mouth again for me, my little siren, and don't you dare to bite me or you will be punished more severely than yesterday," he added to frighten her off. Obediently, she opened her mouth as he nibbled and sucked her lower lip then he slid his tongue onto her hot cavern. His tongue teased hers and explored every crevice of on her mouth. She tried to keep her body passive and avoid to respond to his ministrations, like she did yesterday, but she felt that clenching feeling on her lower stomach again as his kiss became unbearably hotter. She let out a soft whimper when he retreated his tongue and ended their kiss with a bite on her lower lip.
He smirked when he saw her swollen red lips. His fingers brushed those lips then tracing her neck slowly. His fingers kept moving downward, stroking on her soft skin until his tracing fingers was blocked by her towel. Her hand clenched her towel tightly to keep it intact and to make sure it still covering her body from his burning eyes. With one hand, he took her hand away from her towel. She resisted a bit but finally she gave up. With his skilful fingers, he opened her towel to expose her unmarred white skin.
Embarrassed at her open nakedness, she tried to close her eyes but he made a gesture for her to keep her eyes open. His eyes glued at her breasts. Her nipples were erecting proudly against the cold morning breeze like sweet little cherries begging him to have a taste. Couldn't resist the tantalizing view, he licked and lapped one of her nub, tasting it against his tongue, then engulfed it to his mouth. While his thumb and his forefinger played with the other nub. Sweet Circe, he wanted nothing other than buried his face onto the valley of her breasts, resting and burying himself with her sweet scents. Shocking and tingling sensations washed over her body as he kept playing with her mounds and she had to bite her lip to muffle the moans she was about to let out.
After a while, his right hand travelled further downward, trying to pry her legs but she wouldn't let him. Releasing his fingers and his mouth from her nipples, he sat and tried to pry her legs again. Even with his glare pointed at her, she wouldn't comply and kept her legs shut to conceal her nether lips from his preying eyes. Her body became rigid at this intrusion. "No– no, please, no, sir," she gave him frightened pleas as this was going too far and too shameful for her.
He had to make her body less stiff so he could explore her body further, "Relax, girl." He caressed her stomach slowly with the tip of his fingers, up and down. Then his fingers travelled lazily down to her leg. Ever so slowly to make her rigid body relaxed. Gradually, her body softened under his caressing hand. Her body became a little stiff again when his fingers touched her soft brown curl, but with his gentle hand he kept stroking her curl lightly until her body relaxed again.
"That's good, my little siren. Relax and open your legs for me. Remember, girl, I won't do anything that can cause you any harm," he said to her with his gentle baritone voice, hoping its tenderness would make her surrender to his touch.
Hearing his soft calming voice, she let his hands pry her legs slowly. His pupils dilated as he was greeted by her glistening pink nether lips with its little nub hidden behind her curl when he succeeded to open her legs. No, he wanted her to hide nothing from his eyes. This curl had to be gone. So, he bent his body a bit and took the things he left on the table beside the bed the night before; things that turned out to be a razor and a bottle of shaving gel. The gel was his own creation, it would make the skin cool off and prevent any irritation after shaving. Another benefit of the shaving gel was that it would repress the hair growth so it would take quite some time for her to shave it again.
Horror written all over her face, her eyes grew wide when she saw the things that he picked up. She was scared thinking about what he would do to her with those things. With stricken face, she tried to sit up and stay away from him but his hand grabbed her left ankle already, preventing her from to flee, "S—Sir?" she stammered.
"No, girl, don't you dare to flee. You understand the consequences if you try to resist me, right girl? The sooner you comply the less painful it will be. Now, get back here and open your legs!" he ordered her.
She was truly afraid of him when he used that tone, afraid of what he could do if she didn't comply his order. Obediently, she laid back on and pried her legs a little.
"Open up more and bend your legs, girl," he said next as he pried her legs further and settled himself between her bending legs.
She put her hands to cover her eyes and her mouth, preventing him to see the tears that streaming down her face and to muffle her own sobs. She was so mortified to have him staring at her private part. Her mother always told her that she shouldn't touch it except when she had to clean it or wash it. Nobody, particularly no man who wasn't her husband had the privilege to see and touch it. So, she usually wasn't paying much attention about how she looked down there. Thinking that marriage was still far away in her future so no man would see it for the time being, she put her mind at ease so rarely she shaved her pubic hair bare. But then, a man who wasn't her husband, staring at her nether lips deviously and was about to touch it improperly.
What if she was ugly down there? Or smell really bad? She washed it clean already but what if he still repulsed by it? Bloody no, why she even minded his opinion about her in the first place anyway? Her train of long thoughts halted when she felt him tugging her pubic hair gently then something cold applied on her skin.
After he had done applying the shaving gel on her, his fingers teased her a little by sensuously touched her outer lips, rubbing her slit up and down torturously. No, there was something wrong with her body, she felt something wet dripping from her that wasn't the gel when he touched her there.
"Be still, girl, we do not want a scratch on your beautiful quim, do we?" He stopped teasing her, he needed to focus his mind to do the work first then he could play with her later. After checking that the gel was spread thoroughly on her skin, he started shaving all of her pubic hair until her cunt was bare before his eyes. He then wandlessly vanished the scraps of the hair with a swished of his hand then conjured a hot towel to clean her quim from the remaining gel.
"Beautiful," he was murmuring to himself as he bent and put his face just inches above her sweet scented quim. She could feel hot air hit her nether lips as he blew his breath from his mouth. She whimpered when a finger touched her slit. She felt herself growing wet again down there as he continued his caressing. She yelped a bit when he parted her outer folds with his thumb and his index finger. The sight of her glistening pink quim before his eyes almost made him cum on his pants.
He touched her inner folds with his other hand. He run his middle finger on her labia upward and downward, upward and downward, again and again until her juices kept coming out from her little virginal hole.
The sensations she feel was too much for her to take. She had to bite her hand to subdue her moans. She felt herself clenching as he continued to touch her. Oh God, no, she was leaking, something wet kept coming from her down there and she was sure that the towel underneath her was drenched from her liquid. She should be mad at him, she should kick him to stop him from touching her like that. But that thought disappeared from her mind when he touched her little button.
A loud moan escaped her lips when his fingers played with her little nub. He touched and nudged it gently at first then he tugged until it was hardening. Soon, his mouth joined his fingers to devour it, he enclosed her little button then lapped it. The rather harsh texture of his tongue against her button made her feel something building up inside her but she didn't know what that was. As soon as that feeling almost reached its peak, he retreated his tongue and started lapping her inner labia instead then after sometime his mouth would be back to tease her nub again.
He teased her relentlessly, when she almost had her orgasm he would avoid to give her the pleasure. She didn't know what happened with her body but she felt itchy inside and only him who could scratch that itch away. Every time the building tension inside her almost burst up, he would always deny her. After a few minutes, he relented his tease and readied to give her an orgasm. His tongue on her was alternating between lapping and licking. Then she lost it when he started to suck her nub hard and bite it gently. Something inside her was clenching hard and a sudden gush of pleasures washed over her.
A flood of her juices was flowing out, pouring out to his face. He'd never felt this kind of urge before, he'd never had the inclination to taste his partner's essence before. But her essence was different, it was like a quintessence elixir no one ever tasted before. It was so pure yet so tasty. Its tangy taste was incensed with her addicting natural musk.
He kept lapping on it like a thirsty man drinking from an oasis to quench his thirst.
Before she had the chance to make her breath steady, he already put one callused finger inside her tight channel. She whimpered at his sudden intrusion. Fortunately, her overflowing juices made his middle finger could slide in and out easily. He put another finger when she was getting used to his finger. He pumped his fingers in and out her channel leisurely. His thrust was a careful one, avoiding to touch her hymen. He savoured the feeling of her hot channel on him, sucking and clutching his finger tightly. He caressed every surface to find out where she like the most. She would gasp and moan when he touched her pleasuring spot. When he felt her orgasm was near, he hovered his body above her and kissed her lips. He kept kissing her lips roughly while his fingers increased his thrusting pace and rubbed against her favourite spot. Her breath quickened and she clutched his shirt tightly when her second orgasm came. Her loud moan was muffled by his kiss.
He drew his fingers out of her opening then shoved it above her face. His hand was wet and glistened with her juices. She could smell her musky odour coming from her essence that coating his fingers.
"Clean my fingers, my little siren," he didn't wait for her to answer as he already had his middle and index fingers thrusted onto her mouth when she opened her mouth to respond his command.
Not wanting to make him angry, she licked and sucked his fingers to clean her remaining essence. She initially thought that she would be repulsed by the taste of her own essence but turned out that the taste wasn't so bad. It tasted tangy and a bit salty coated with pungent odour.
Satisfied, he slid his fingers out of her mouth with a soft pop then he stroke her cheek gently, "Good, if you keep pleasing me, I can be quite magnanimous to you. I will give you many delectable rewards that surely will please you," he sealed his cajolery with an appreciative kiss on her hand.
With that one last kiss, he stood up and said, "I have an errand to do so I have to leave the manor for an indefinite time. Call Nilly if you need anything. You can explore the manor if you want, Nilly will show you around." With that, he walked away and left her alone with so many feeling mixed inside her mind.
She pulled the quilt hurriedly to cover her body when she heard his footsteps away. Couldn't contain her emotions anymore, she cried and wept. She sobbed hard and let her emotions away with the tears that coming out of her eyes.