Dressed to Impress

CHAPTER 4
(Mark of Ownership)

Harry paused quietly in front of the wizard sitting slumped on the trunk at the end of his bed, his face in his hands. Swallowing hard Harry stepped up to Snape, the boy steeling his nerves for what he was about to do. Harry had never felt compelled to do anything so bold as this before in his life but he knew if he didn’t take the opportunity and see where it led he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

“I like being owned.” Harry whispered cursing his voice for wavering uncertainly, as he put words to the very private secrets he’d kept hidden. Sure Harry had had sex and while it had been fun on a whole new level it hadn’t been satisfying as Ron often described it as being. Harry had turned to more dangerous liaisons after the war had ended, short, sharp fucks that had more risk, more adventure, more excitement. Ginny Weasley had been his first, it had been about as satisfying as a bacon sandwich after a night on the piss. The Patel twins had been a little more exciting but then threesomes were difficult on more than just the normal level. Then of course there had been Jessica Crookshalf, a girl Harry had met after the war at the counseling sessions Sirius had forced him to go to. She’d been a good lay, a little screamer with thighs that could crush rocks. Harry had enjoyed her, and the fun he’d had when he was supposed to be in counseling. Still though none of them had done anything to satisfy his dark little cravings that only ever came to fruition in the deepest recess of his dreams. Harry was going out on a limb to see if perhaps Severus Snape was the answer to his problems.

Harry bit his lip as he watched Snape look up slowly from his hands, the man’s dark gaze narrowed dangerously as he assessed if the boy was being serious or not. Carefully Harry took a step closer to Snape forcing the elder wizard to sit up straight to meet his gaze.

“Were you jealous?” Harry whispered daringly as he brought up his hand to trace a soft path down Snape’s cheek with a cold fingertip. Snape didn’t flinch at the touch his eyes staring into Harry’s flickering green orbs. When Snape didn’t reply Harry wasn’t going to be put off and so continued unrelenting, his cold fingertip now resting on Snape’s thin bottom lip. “I think you were. Jealous I might draw attention to myself from someone else more attracted to me than you are. Were you afraid I might get swept off my feet by some other brooding potions master waiting in the wings?” Harry allowed a small triumphant smile as he watched Snape’s expressionless face twitch in what Harry assumed was irritation at hearing the truth coming from Harry’s mouth. Spurred on by his win Harry continued, this time pushing his way between Snape’s knees to stand impossibly closer to the elder wizard who was now forced into straining his neck backwards in order to keep eye contact. “I want to be owned Professor, I want to be taught a lesson every time I stray.” Harry pressed Snape’s bottom lip softly, creating a pink indent in the thin lips. Taking a barely perceivable breath in Harry bent down so that his face was inches from Snape’s, their eyes still locked in silent communication. “You were right Professor, a boy like me needs boundaries and discipline. I just didn’t realize how much I needed it until now…” Harry whispered dangerously as he closed his eyes and leant the last few inches to press his own lips against Snape’s.

For a brief moment when Snape didn’t respond Harry thought he’d fucked up. Harry had never dared voice his desires before to anyone and if he’d thought about it, the last person he ever expected to be confessing to was Snape. However in the second that Harry didn’t dare breath the boy felt Snape’s lips part, responding to the quivering press of Harry’s lips against his own. Harry briefly had enough thought to processes that Snape tasted of whisky before a hand had come up to cup the back of his head drawing him further into the kiss. Snape’s tongue seemed to map every inch of Harry’s mouth in a frenzied kiss and Harry surrendered completely to the dominating power the elder wizard practically radiated. This was what Harry had wanted, all those other times he’d fucked around.

When Snape finally broke the kiss Harry was breathless and gasped loudly as he stood back up straight, his eyes still closed and his plundered mouth hanging open gasping for oxygen. Snape’s hands had slid from the back of Harry’s head as the boy had stood and were now lying loosely on the boy’s slim waist, pulled in by the black silk corset he still wore. At length Harry opened his eyes and glanced down into Snape’s gaze staring up at him. Harry watched as a small twitch of a smile tugged at the corner of Snape’s lips as the man reached up with one hand and wiped away the smudge of lipstick Harry had left on his lips.

“You’ve had a lot to drink, you won’t regret this in the morning will you?” Harry whispered huskily as he reached down and wiped away a bit of the lipstick Snape had missed with his own thumb. Snape’s smile spread further across his lips at Harry’s comment as he jerked Harry forward so that his face was pressed against the boy’s silk wrapped stomach.

“That depends on how you perform tonight doesn’t it?” Snape muttered darkly against Harry’s stomach as he slid his hands down from the boy’s hips and around to cup the pert backside of the younger wizard. Harry jumped forward at the touch and listened as Snape chuckled darkly against his stomach at the boy’s nervous movement. “Besides…” Snape drawled as he pulled back from Harry’s stomach and leaned back casually against the bottom of the bed, so that he could look back into Harry’s eyes. “I tend to be very possessive about my property once I’ve claimed it as my own.” A shudder of excitement rippled through Harry’s body, Snape’s words stroking Harry’s anticipation of the night to come. “Heels off, get rid of those ridiculous ears and go kneel by the side of the bed.” Harry was a little surprised at Snape’s rapid change in tone of voice and hastened to obey. Kicking off the heels was a welcome relief but Harry winced physically as he dropped down to his knees beside Snape’s large curtained four-poster.

“I’m not quite sure if you realize what you’re getting yourself into yet Potter, but I’m sure once you’ve had your brains fucked out reality will set in.” Harry watched as Snape stood up from his trunk at the bottom of the bed, and having walked over to the fireplace began stripping off his cloak and outer robes. “I will warn you however that I don’t like being made a fool of Potter. In this game I play for keeps and consequently you’ll play by the rules or not at all.” Harry nodded as he watched Snape drape what was left of his outer robes over the back of the chair by the fire before wandering around to where Harry was knelt by the bed. Dressed in just a simple white shirt and his black trousers Snape looked positively edible, his hair tied back leaving only a few stray strands hanging free about his face. “From tonight onwards Potter you’re mine, and be prepared to be punished if you forget that. Touch another and I’ll show you pain.” Again Harry nodded in silence, his body thrumming with restrained heat with every command Snape set down. “You’ll follow everything I say to the letter, put trust in the decisions I make for you and in turn trust in me to keep you safe. From now on you’re a submissive in this relationship and if you challenge me I’ll make you pay.” Harry closed his eyes as he felt Snape step around him, the springs of the bed creaking as the elder wizard sat down in front of where Harry was knelt. “Now lets see how far that Gryfindor courage of yours will get you before I have to take the reigns?” Harry’s eyes shot open immediately as he heard the slide of a zipper being undone.

“Jesus,” Harry breathed out as he watched mesmerized as Snape reached into his trousers and pulled free his already semi erect cock. Harry had never actually been on this end of fully mature males cock before and Snape’s size seemed a few worlds removed from Harry’s own pitiful offering still confined within the panties of his costume. Snape smiled coyly down at the boy who was gawking at him.

“Perhaps instead of staring Potter, it’s best you get closer acquainted with it.” Harry glanced up briefly at Snape before eagerly placing his hands on both of Snape’s knees and hauling himself up so that he could kneel between the elder wizards legs. Harry had had partners do this to him before, and he was pretty sure he knew how to do it. Tentatively Harry reached forward and pressed his hand flat against the small amount of flesh visible below Snape’s shirt. Harry smiled as he felt the ripple of muscle beneath his hands as he slid his hand along the short trail of hair and down into the thicker wiry thatch around the base of the man’s cock. Pleased at hearing Snape sigh deeply above him, Harry firmly wrapped his hand around the base of Snape’s cock holding it steady as he leant forward to press the first nervous kiss to the uncut head. Harry felt Snape’s thighs twitch beneath his hand as he flicked his tongue around the rosy tip, bravely dipping it into the slit before laving the length with gentle swirls of his tongue. The taste was unique, musky spice invading Harry’s nostrils as he licked along the thick vein on the underside of the man’s cock back up to the tip. Already, from such small attention Snape’s cock had begun to harden and Harry shifted himself closer to get a better angle. With another wet kiss to the rosy head Harry this time slid his lips down over the bulge surprised by the stretch his mouth made to get it inside. Snape seemed pleased with the progress, his hands coming up to twine in Harry’s hair. Spurred on by the sounds coming out of Snape’s throat Harry began to suck, careful to keep his teeth behind his lips as he took more and more of Snape’s length in until the head nudged the back of his throat and made him gag. By now Snape was solid and a trickle of fluid leaking out of his slit coated Harry’s mouth. The boy wasn’t giving up however, even though the size of the man in his mouth made his eyes water. Having to be satisfied with only half of Snape’s length comfortably in his mouth Harry sucked harder, combing the milking movement of his hand on the man’s base with the wanton sucking on the tip. Snape’s fingers tightened almost painfully in Harry’s hair his hips pushing forward to aid the slide of his prick into Harry’s mouth. Harry could do little but go with the flow his eyes fluttering closed as swallowed each salty dribble that came in contact with his tongue.

It was with a surprising hiss and a grunt that Harry was pushed abruptly away, the boy over balancing and falling onto his backside his legs sprawled about him on the floor. Harry stared up at Snape in worry, concerned he’d done something wrong. Snape was leaning back on the bed propped up by his arms, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. His angry, thick red cock curved up from the parting of his trousers the glistening coating of saliva catching the flicker of light from the candles around the room. Snape was breathing heavily as Harry crawled back up to his knees and over to lean against Snape’s leg. Slowly Snape seemed to calm his breathing and sat back up straight on the edge of the bed to look down at Harry.

“Up.” Snape commanded calmly as he gestured for Harry to stand. Obediently the boy did as he was told standing a little awkwardly in front of Snape, knowing that his own cock was trapped painfully in the tight confines of the lace knickers. “On the bed.” Snape muttered as he shifted aside to allow Harry to crawl up onto the soft satin sheets beside him. Snape’s guiding hand on Harry’s waist had the boy knelt on his hand and knees facing the headboard as Snape knelt behind the younger wizard. Harry shivered from head to toe as Snape began pressing kisses against Harry’s upper back a whispered charm against the skin drawing the drapes around the bed closed with a rattle. It wasn’t dark with the drapes closed but it was certainly more private and warmer. Harry felt Snape’s hands following the trail of kisses, down over the laced corset and down to where the fluffy white rabbit tail was stuck to the back of the lace underwear. The touch was wonderful, such strong confident hands exploring him, guiding him. Harry had craved this with his own relationships, to be molded into someone else’s plaything, to be owned. When Snape’s fingers clutched at the panties and began to draw them down over the pert globes of Harry’s backside the boy stiffened a little in concern.

“I haven’t done this before.” Harry whispered as he tilted his head over his shoulder to look back at Snape who was sitting back on his haunches and admiring the pale flesh of Harry’s backside newly revealed.

“Don’t stress Potter, just trust me.” Snape breathed out as he leant forward and pressed two wet kisses to each roundel of Harry’s arse making the boy hiss in delight. It was difficult breathing in the corset alone without Snape’s avid attentions, and Harry sighed heavily as the man’s hands reached around to cup his heavy cock that was still brutally trapped in the lace panties where Snape had not pulled them off the entire way. Automatically Harry thrust into Snape’s questing hand but the man drew it away pointedly and rested a calming hand on Harry’s back. “I think we’ll leave that there until I’m finished.” Harry whined pitifully as Snape snapped the elastic of the panties pulled down only enough to expose the boy’s butt. Harry watched through lidded eyes as Snape reached around him and through the curtains to the bedside table. After a few moments of rustling around in the draw Snape sat back with a clear vial of fluid clutched in his hand. Harry knew what lubricant was, but he’d never seen it in a vial like that before. “It’s a muscle relaxant Potter, I haven’t the patience to prepare you so I’m cheating.” Snape muttered as he uncorked the vial with his teeth and spat the cork out of the way as he poured a generous helping of the fluid onto his hand before slapping the sparkling fluid onto his cock. Harry watched from between his arms as Snape stroked himself thoroughly coating the straining erection before turning back to Harry’s exposed behind. “Deep breath Potter and think of England.” Snape chuckled wicked as he plunged two of his already slicked fingers into Harry’s unsuspecting body. The boy’s backside erupted in pain and Harry howled as he tried to scoot away from the invading fingers probing him. Snape’s firm hand wrapped around his waist however preventing him from moving. Sliding his fingers in and out of Harry’s backside, carefully coating the channel inside Snape smiled as he felt the boy begin to relax under his ministrations. The relaxant potion was one of his more ambitious projects he’d made a school and over the years it had been worth it’s weight in gold. Before long Harry was groaning loudly into the bed sheets as Snape’s fingers twisted inside of him seeking and finding the sweet spot hidden within the boy’s virgin passage.

Harry didn’t even realize the change as Snape pulled his fingers free and knelt up behind the younger wizard. Snape smiled as he ran an appreciative hand up Harry’s stocking clad thigh and over the silk corset to the boy’s back as he slowly guided his cock to the artificially relaxed hole. Snape let out a primal groan as he sank easily into the warm tight channel of the boy, who wantonly threw his head back and screamed at the much large entry filling him. Harry had never felt anything like it and shook visibly as Snape set a demanding pace, thrusting deeply back and forth. Harry knew the drill and pushed back against Snape’s ever advancing thrusts, squeezing his muscles together to try and hold the man in place before he pulled out again.

Harry’s cock was throbbing painfully in the itchy irritatable fabric of the lace panties. His cock was still tucked brutally under his balls unable to fill completely. Desperate to give himself a little relief Harry went to reach for himself but Snape’s hand slammed down over his pinning it to the bed as the man thrust harder into Harry’s willing body. At length Harry felt Snape stiffen right before a set of teeth came sinking down deep into his shoulder, surely drawing blood. The explosion of searing cream that tore up Harry’s passage made the boy scream yet again, as Snape’s cock pulsed out its load. Harry couldn’t see straight as he whimpered like a injured beast as Snape finally realized his teeth from the boy’s shoulder. Almost in an apologetic motion Snape swiped his tongue across the bite mark before drawing himself out of the boy and collapsing on his back on the bed. Harry didn’t know what to do, he was physically in pain, his cock crying out for attention as he knelt still on all fours panting miserably and trying not to cry.

Harry stared at Snape lying beside him a satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he stretched languid and gave his softening prick an appreciative tug. Inside his head Harry was screaming all sorts of names at Snape, as he waited and waited for the man to acknowledge him. At length Snape sniffed and looked across at Harry an eyebrow raised in silent expectation.

“If you want it Potter, you better ask?” Snape whispered silkily as he ran a smooth hand down Harry’s tension riddled back. The boy looked debauched, his eyeliner smudged through the sweat, his lipstick messy, his hair in disarray and his chest heaving despite the corset.

“Please sir, can I…” Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip as he tried not to focus on the pain.

“Come sit here and let me watch.” Harry didn’t need to be told twice and throwing caution to the wind, sat up and threw his leg over Snape’s lap so that he was kneeling above the man’s waist. Panting Harry hastily pulled down the lace knickers to his thighs and let his purpling cock spring free. Not caring that Snape’s obsidian eyes were watching him, Harry took a firm fisted grip around his cock and began to pump it rapidly. With no finesse or definable rhythm Harry tugged brutally on his own cock desperately seeking the climax he’d been denied all evening. Ignoring the pain of the rash caused by the dry lace Harry tighten his fist and closed his eyes concentrating deeply on that point he knew he wanted. It took but a few seconds before for familiar tightening of his balls followed by the spurting eruption of cream from his cock to happen. Gasping Severus name and with his head thrown back Harry milked himself out all over Snape’s chest and his own shaking hand. It had been the most intense orgasm he’d felt since loosing his virginity and as he collapsed uncaringly against Snape’s strong chest he knew he’d found what he’d been secretly longing for. Whimpering Harry clutched to Snape’s body, his eyes closed tight and his body strung even tighter.

Slowly Snape drew his arms up around the boy’s form lying atop of him, and with a gentle kiss to the top of the boy’s head let Harry nuzzle into him and settle.

Snape smiled to himself as he felt the boy falling into much needed sleep, his stocking clad legs stuck out and his lipstick stained lips slightly parted in quiet breath. Harry was owned and Snape couldn’t have been happier that it was he alone who owned the boy…

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>