The Sexual Initiation of Severus Snape

TSIOSS

Chapter 5: My Mind to Your Mind


I stifled a groan as he paused to plump and pile the pillows behind his back and then reached over to move the bottle and the wineglass closer to the edge of the night stand.

\"You want me on top this time, then?\"

\"Yes,\" he answered, before picking up the glass and taking another swallow.

Having emptied the wineglass once more, he bent down and refilled it. Lifting the bottle into the air, we could both see that there was barely another glassful left within it.

Shit, the kid had nearly drunk it all.

\"Did you want some more of this?\" he asked, somewhat grudgingly.

Oh, my, aren\'t we polite? Asking the whore if she wants some before you guzzle down the whole bottle?

\"No,\" I said, my eyes darting for a moment towards my glass. It was still full, since I had taken barely a sip.

\"Too sophisticated for your taste?\" he mocked, his right eyebrow rising up in that very annoying and superior manner. \"Would you prefer more of that cheap Sangria you were drinking when I arrived?\"

\"It wasn\'t cheap!\" I protested, feeling a sudden heat upon my cheeks again.

He shrugged and put the bottle down.

\"I suppose it was passable for a wine of its type,\" he allowed, turning onto his back again.

\"Just like I\'m \'good enough\' for you at the moment?\" I blurted out. I caught my breath as soon as the words were out of my mouth, worrying that I would make him mad again. But he seemed to find it funny.

He laughed loudly as he raised both hands to brush back the oily locks from his temples. Tilting his chin into the air, he pursed his lips and allowed his eyes to slowly scan over my naked flesh.

\"Precisely,\" he intoned, looking even more smug than before as a smirk spread over his face. \"You will serve my purposes well enough-for tonight at least.\"

I rose up onto my knees, intending to push myself off of the bed. But before I could move to the other side I felt his fingers clamping down upon my wrist, preventing me from getting away. I looked up at his face to see that the smirk had disappeared and his eyes were narrowed into slits.

\"May I repeat,\" he said, pulling me closer to him. \"That it is not advisable that you make me insist that you continue to provide me with your services?\"

\"Of course not!\" I squeaked, forcing a smile onto my own face. \"I, uh, just changed my mind. I think I will have a little more of that wine,\" I lied, using my free hand to gesture vaguely in the direction of my almost-untouched glass.

\"Oh,\" he said, his lip curling upward as he released me. \"By all means, help yourself,\" he said, stretching languidly for a moment before lying back down with his hands clasped behind his head.

I moved gingerly over him, trying to make as little contact as possible and then got to my feet. As I reached out for the glass, I watched him out of the corner of my eye and saw that, despite his deliberately relaxed position, he was eying me very closely. I had toyed with the idea of trying to make a break for the hallway door or the bathroom. But I had the distinct impression that, numerous glassfuls of wine notwithstanding, he would have no problem in preventing me from leaving the room. And from the glint in his eye, I rather thought that perhaps he was hoping I would try and escape-just so that he could once more prove his superiority over me.

Taking another large swallow, I glanced at the clock.

Fuck, he\'d been here almost an hour and half now.

Carefully putting the glass back down, I was unable to keep from trembling as I turned back and took a step towards the bed.

\"Cold?\" he asked.

\"Yes,\" I said, wrapping my arms around me and pretending it was merely the temperature that was making me shiver. \"Maybe I should turn some of the fans down?\" I asked.

\"No,\" he said, shaking his head. \"I think the temperature is quite pleasant.\"

\"If you\'re used to living in an igloo,\" I muttered.

Once again, he seemed to find my remark very funny, and I was treated to a full glimpse of his yellowing, uneven teeth as he guffawed for a moment.

\"I suppose I do spend a rather large amount of my time in a rather chilly atmosphere,\" he said, drawing his hands out from under his head.

I found myself staring at his lily-white body again, wondering just where the hell he did spend all of his time-down in a cellar somewhere?

\"At any rate,\" he said, snapping his fingers impatiently, \"We\'ll be generating more heat soon enough.\" He dropped his hands and rubbed his palms against the sheets as I slowly climbed onto the bed.

Straddling his body, I looked down and carefully grasped the base of his hot, throbbing member. Lord knows he was still so utterly hard and straight that I really didn\'t need to hold it in place in order to mount him. As I felt the tip enter me, I moved my hand to brace myself against his chest, and then felt his own fingers wrapping impatiently around my waist as he thrust up into me. I muffled a cry as he penetrated me, my aching flesh protesting a bit as my walls stretched to accommodate him. I tightened involuntarily for a moment, and then took in a breath and forced myself to relax, allowing him to slide all the way in.

He gave a long, contented sigh as I pressed against his body, and I felt his hands move over to my arse.

\"Heavenly,\" he whispered, his eyes and his mouth slightly open for a moment as he savored the sensation.

I rose up ever so slightly and then pushed back down, feeling his hips rise up to meet me as I did.

\"Better than a sweaty fist?\" I muttered, closing my eyes and concentrating on rocking against him.

For a moment, the fingers against my bum clenched angrily, and then I heard him laugh softly.

\"Immeasurably,\" he replied, his hands moving down the front of my thighs and urging me to move my knees forward.

I gritted my teeth and obeyed, feeling the soreness return for a moment before my body adjusted to the new angle. He grunted in pleasure, and I was grateful that this time it appeared he was not demanding that I keep my eyes open. With my eyes closed, I was free to forget the kid\'s strange behavior, and could concentrate upon his prick, clenching my pussy around him and quickly increasing the pace of the thrusting. Even though I was still so wet and creamy that he was gliding in and out of me easily, I felt curiously detached, my clit no longer aching for attention. In fact, I was almost relieved that this time his fingers were running up and down my back instead of rubbing against my nub. With any luck, I\'d be getting his rocks off in just a few minutes.

It was a shock then, to feel his body suddenly stop moving under mine. My eyes snapped open and I stared at him, my own breath ragged and panting as he smiled at me. With elaborate casualness he leaned over and picked up his wineglass, taking care to keep himself firmly planted within me.

He took another large gulp and then put the glass back, his hands caressing my upper arms as lay back down and looked up at the ceiling.

\"You should have a mirror up there as well,\" he murmured, slowly beginning to thrust against me again.

\"That might be dangerous if it fell,\" I gasped, closing my eyes and feeling his hands circle around my tits.

\"Hmm,\" he answered, pulling me closer to him.

I felt his mouth on my nipple, the alcohol on his tongue stinging slightly as he suckled me.

\"Such pretty little mounds,\" he whispered, moving his mouth to my other breast.

I was surprised to feel the the barest whisper of whiskers sprouting from his face as he brushed against my skin. He was sucking more forcefully now, and I felt a grim satisfaction in thinking that perhaps he was a little disappointed that my nipples were not quite as large and hard as they had been before. I moved my right hand to his balls and began to gently squeeze them. I felt them tauten as I continued to play with them, and I was confident that he was very close to coming.

Come, you son of a bitch, come!

\"I think you need some more,\" he said, stopping suddenly again, and I felt him turning toward the table.

\"More wine?\" I mumbled, keeping my eyes closed and my fingers rubbing against his warm skin. \"No-\" I said, shaking my head.

Then I was squealing in shock as I felt something cold dribbling down my chest. I opened my eyes and gasped.

\"You bastard!\" I cried, \"What the fuck do you think you\'re doing?\"

The liquid running down my skin was purple, not red. He had poured some more of that weird stuff on me.

\"Why\'d you do that?\" I exclaimed, rising off of him and attempting to get off of the bed.

But he had already grasped my wrists and was holding them firmly, keeping me from getting very far.

\"Do forgive me,\" he purred, tilting his head to the side as he obviously enjoyed my discomfort. \"But I must have your undivided attention. You seemed a trifle remote,\" he observed.

\"But-\" I sputtered, still fighting against him.


Looking down, I saw that my breasts seemed to have swollen, appearing much firmer and larger than they had just seconds ago. The nipples in particular were enlarged, the pink tips taking on a duskier hue as they damn near quivered in the cold air.

\"Christ!\" I yelled, feeling a burning desire to feel his hands and fingertips upn the newly-aroused flesh even as my face grew hot with anger. \"What the hell have you done?\"

\"They really aren\'t much larger than they were before,\" he assured me, even as his smile grew broader.

\"Like shit they aren\'t!\" I cried. \"I couldn\'t get my bra on now if I tried.\"

He laughed softly. \"It might be a trifle uncomfortable,\" he drawled. \"But although that might be a rather entertaining exercise, I prefer not to waste time. Unfortunately, the effect is only temporary.\" He leaned forward and very slowly and deliberately brought his tongue out to flick gently against my right nipple.

\"Oh, god,\" I moaned, feeling my body surge towards him, eager to feel his lips tightening around me.

\"Do you want something?\" he asked, his breath drifting across my skin, the soft whisper teasing against the suddenly swollen and burning flesh.

\"Suck them again,\" I pleaded, pushing against him.

\"Your nipples?\" he asked. I groaned as I felt his teeth bite down gently against my left breast. Glancing down, I could see the peaks were jutting out even more.

\"Yes,\" I answered, squirming involuntarily.

For a second, his tongue shot out and circled around my right nipple.

\"I shall be very happy to oblige,\" he said, smiling nastily. \"As soon as you return to your previous position.\"

I continued to struggle for just a moment.

\"Now!\" he ordered, a hint of warning coloring his tone.

\"Yes, sir,\" I whimpered. Since he was still holding my wrists, it took a bit of maneuvering to get him into me again, but I finally accomplished it. As I slid onto him, he released his hold and put his hands on my breasts, pinching the nipples firmly between his thumb and forefinger.

\"I like that,\" he murmured, before raising up so that he could take a nipple into his mouth again.

\"You like me on top?\" I asked, threading my fingers through his hair.

He paused to stare up at me for a moment with a bemused grin. \"I like being called \'sir\',\" he answered.

Yep, I bet you do, I thought, as I looked into his eyes. You\'re a sadistic bastard and nothing would please you more than to be in a position of authority and making people jump through hoops for you.

He laughed, and I once more had the strange feeling that he knew exactly what I was thinking.

He bent over my breasts again, and this time when he began to nuzzle at my nipples I felt a hot spark of desire between my legs as well.

\"I gather that I once more have your attention,\" he whispered, lapping hungrily at my breasts.

My answer was a incoherent cry as I brought my hand to my pussy and began to stroke myself there in rhythm with the movements of his cock and his tongue.

\"Very good,\" he said, his breath warm against my skin as he continued to play with my tits. \"You are responding just as I had hoped you would.\"

\"You\'re practicing, aren\'t you?\" I asked, amazed at my own audacity.

I moaned loudly as he drew his head away and his hips heaved savagely against me.

\"Practicing,\" I panted, even as I clawed at his hair, trying to bring his head back to my breasts. \"Going to make some silly little bird fall in love with you when you get back to school?\"

\"No,\" he said, bringing his hands up to my breasts and pinching them in an uncomfortably tight grip. \"Much too dangerous to attempt this there. Besides,\" he added disdainfully, releasing his hold and beginning to lazily circle my nipples with his thumb. \"I\'m not interested in love. I want respect,\" For a moment his eyes closed and then I felt him thrusting up into me again. \"And power,\" he declared, opening his eyes and glaring at me triumphantly.

\"That\'s why you\'re here,\" I said, as I felt sweat begin to pour down my body. \"You\'re really not here for your own pleasure.\"

He laughed again and brought his head up to suck painfully upon my nipple. \"Oh, I\'m enjoying this very much,\" he hissed, as I felt his teeth dig into me. \"Fucking is even better than I thought it would be.\" He let go and I found myself whimpering again as his tongue began to flicker over the bruised skin.

\"Especially if you\'re fucking with my head at the same time,\" I cried. I stopped and found myself unable to go on. As much as a part of me really wanted to fight him, a larger part of me simply wanted him to keep sucking and screwing me and to make me come again.

\"I just want to get to know you better,\" he taunted, and I could imagine the look on his face even as I closed my eyes once more. \"After all,\" he said, reaching out and wrapping his fingers around my neck, forcing me to lean down over him. \"Knowledge is power,\" he whispered into my ear.

I shivered, my whole body trembling in a strange mixture of fear and desire.

\"Now, since you\'ve guessed all my secrets,\" he jeered, \"It\'s time for me to peer into your mind for a little while.\" He pushed me away slightly.

\"Open your eyes.\"

\"Please-\"

His hands were on my breasts again, rubbing against them with a soft, insistent motion.

\"Open your eyes.\"

Dreading what would happen, I slowly opened my eyes and stared down into the inky depths of his irises.

Suddenly, it was not him peering up at me. I was on my back and while the man on top of me had greasy hair, it was an odd mixture of yellowish-blond and grey, and the eyes peering into my own were not black, but a milky, watery blue. Upon my breasts I felt no longer felt the boy\'s slender and pale cool skin, but the rough, ham-fisted hands of a much older man.

\"Bernie!\" I cried.

\"Yeah, sweetie,\" was his answer. I shuddered away from the stink of cheap beer upon his breath.

\"It\'s Bernie, luv, and you\'ve been wantin\' this a long time.\"

\"No!\" I cried, trying to pull away. But he was already in me, his short but thick cock plunging between my legs, thrusting into me, hurting me.

I had never wanted this. I had never wanted this from any man, much less from this disgusting slug who hung around my mother, providing her with \'companionship\' while he lived in her flat and drank up her liquor.

\"Mum!\" I yelled, and then felt his hand clamp down over my nose and mouth, shutting off my air.

\"Hush now,\" he urged, his voice panicked as his prick began to shrink slightly inside of me. \"She\'s passed out in the other room, no need to wake her.\"

Oh, yes there was. There was every need. Please, if she would just wake up and hear me, she would come help. She would save me. I just needed to keep fighting. Keep fighting.

The room begin to spin wildly around me, everything swiftly growing dark. By the time he removed his hand and began to bob up and down on top of me, all I could do was lay there, gasping for breath and praying that he would finish soon.

Just get it over. Just get it over.

Just get it over.

I blinked as the light suddenly grew brighter. It was the cold, grey light of a winter afternoon and I was on my knees now, the rough bricks of the alleyway digging into my skin as I knelt before the man and let him shove his skinny little cock into my mouth.

Just get it over.

For a few brief seconds, when he had approached me as I stared into the restaurant window, I had allowed myself to hope that he had simply taken pity on me. After all, he looked very well-to-do. Perhaps he might just press a small pound note into my hand and urge me to get something to eat. But I had know all along, I guess. It hadn\'t been a surprise when he had looked around and then bent towards me, asking if I was interested in making \'a little money.\"

I had shrugged my shoulders and followed him into the alley. After a few furtive glances towards the street, I had backed against the wall and hitched up my shirt, starting to unbutton my jeans.

\"Oh, no, honey, we don\'t have time for that,\" he said, his hands moving down to his own fly. \"I just want you to give me a blow job. You know how to do that, don\'t you?\"

Well, actually, I didn\'t. But, how hard could it be? At any rate, it was probably a little less messier than a fuck. I could spit the stuff out instead of having to feel it dribbling down my legs afterward.

So here I was, the guy\'s todger in my mouth, not quite sure what I was supposed to happen next.

\"Well, do something!\" he yelled.

I backed away and it fell out of my mouth. Leaning forward, I tentatively stuck out my tongue and began to lick and blow on the tip.

\"No, damn it,\" he said, sounding awfully upset now. \"Suck on it. Hard!\"

Oh. Okay.

I opened my mouth and took him in again. This time, as I drew back my head, I wrapped my mouth tightly around it.

\"Bloody hell, not your teeth, damn it!\"

I opened my mouth again and let it slither out and this time I was rewarded with a hard slap across the cheek.

I blinked back tears as I looked up at him. He was frowning down at his cock, his fingers running over it as if to assess the possible damage.

\"You\'re going to have to do a lot better than this if you want your five pounds,\" he warned.

\"P-please,\" I stuttered. My stomach was growling with hunger and I was desperate for some food. \"I can do this.\"

I can do this. I can. Just get it over with.

\"All right,\" he said, grudgingly. \"But you have to get it hard again now.\"

I bent towards him, only to be pushed away.

\"No, just use your hand. Come on, I\'m in a hurry!\" he ordered.

Even easier. At least I\'d already done that a few times.

I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his cock. But to my distress, it appeared to shrink rather than grow as I began to move my hand back and forth.

\"Jesus Christ, put something on it so it\'s not so rough,\" he said, sounding even angrier now.

I groaned as I looked up at him helplessly. Did he really think I carried around a jar of lubricant with me? As he raised his arm again, I bent down and quickly took him into my mouth again, circling my tongue around his shriveled member and tried to get it as wet as possible. Drawing back, I began pumping him more vigorously and felt him begin to harden slightly.

\"C\'mon, c\'mon,\" he urged, his teeth still clenched angrily as he glanced down the alleyway again.

I closed my eyes and began to repeat to myself:

Just get this over with. Just get this over with.

It was beginning to work. I could finally start to feel him swell against my hand. Opening my eyes, I glanced down and for a brief moment was relieved to see how large he had grown.

How large I had grown.

For to my shock, I could not only feel my palms glide against the aroused skin, but could also feel the pressure of the grip upon the organ itself.

What the hell?

I looked back down, trying to make sense of all this, even as my body continued to rock back and forth. The cock looked strangely familiar-as did the pale hand whose long fingers were wound around it. And there was a warm, wonderfully-scented oil applied to it, allowing my palm to glide over it easily, even as my fingers tightened their grasp.

Gritting my teeth, I threw my head back, realizing now that I was lying upon a bed, with a large, soft pillow beneath my head. My left hand (well, it seemed to be mine, although there was something definitely foreign about it) was curled around a large pair of balls now, rubbing and squeezing the oil there also. My breath seemed abnormally loud, the deep gasps interspersed with low grunts.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Oh, yes, I wanted to hurry. But, more than that, I needed to because-

The sight of something moving next to me made me stop suddenly. There seemed to be only one small candle flickering in the corner, and in the gloom I had to bend down and squint to see what it was that had caught my eye.

It was a picture of a woman on her knees, surrounded by four men. One was behind her, pushing in his prick, his hips swaying back and forth. Two of the men were kneeling beside her, each sucking voraciously on one of her tits. And the fourth man was in front of her, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

Swaying. Sucking. Sliding.

The figures in the picture were moving.

\"No, pictures can\'t move. It must be some small, portable television set,\" I thought.

\"Don\'t be ridiculous,\" answered another, deeper voice right beside me. \"We do not have such things.\"

Oh, shit, it didn\'t matter what it was. I just wanted to come now, and I stared at the quintet as I continued to stroke myself. I wasn\'t pretending I was the woman, however, I was imagining myself to be each of the men in turn.

So close. So close.

No!

There was a loud, angry pounding on the door.

How long had I kept him waiting?

I was not conscious of making the decision to move, but suddenly I was getting off of the bed. I bent down and pulled up the blankets with one hand, covering the picture or the screen or whatever the hell it was. My other hand was hastily rearranging my clothes, pulling a long shirt down beneath my waist. I had a quick glimpse of my bare feet (large and pale, like the hands) and the hem of a garment made from soft, grey material before I made my way towards the door, my hand reaching out to turn the knob.

Oh, gods, my hands were glistening with the oil.

I stopped and hurriedly tried to wipe them on the shirt.

The long grey shirt. Or, rather, nightshirt.

I was still trying to dry my hands when there was an earsplitting boom and a bright ball of light. The door burst open and I froze in position as a tall, hook-nosed man, dressed in a long black robe strode into the room.

It\'s late-everone is already in their pajamas, I thought. And then I realized that there was something vaguely familiar about him as well.

I felt his eyes sweep over me, the eyebrows rising as his gaze traveled over my still slightly-damp hands. He lifted his chin and I saw his large nostrils flare out as he sniffed the air.

\"Well, it is obvious what you have been doing this evening,\" he said.

I swallowed and felt my fingers clench into fists. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could reply I was aware of the another hazy form in the doorway behind him.

\"Please,\" I heard someone say.

It was a woman\'s voice, trembling and high-pitched.

\"He\'s been studying so hard lately,\" I heard her say.

\"Has he?\" the man replied, never once bothering to look back at her. \"It appears he has been studying how to make himself hard,\" he sneered, his dark eyes dropping down to the front of my garment.

\"B-but he already knows-\" she began.

\"Oh, yes, he knows so much,\" the man taunted, advancing upon me.

I felt my stomach tighten and I heard a roaring in my ears as I forced myself to stand my ground.

\"I have trained you well, haven\'t I son? I sent you off to school with a great knowledge of certain subjects, did I not? Certainly greater than that doddering old fool of a Headmaster would have allowed you to learn.\"

He stopped and stared down at me. I straightened my back and stood tall, cursing the fact that he was wearing boots, allowing him to loom over me when I was really almost as tall as he was.

\"But that does not mean that you can disobey me,\" he hissed. \"You are supposed to be studying the books I have selected for you,\" he said, raising his hand. \"Not lounging about in bed, playing with yourself.\"

\"No!\" I heard the woman cry.

But he had already struck, and I had crashed to the floor, the force of the blow making my left ear ring. I heard the man laugh contemptuously, and then the two voices within my head seemed to speak at the same time.

Oh, please just finish it now, one voice spat out.

Yes, get it over with, cried another, more frantic one.

Now that the blood had drained from my prick, I was conscious of the fact that there were many places on my bodies that felt bruised and sore. It seemed that physical abuse was hardly a new phenomenon. I closed my eyes and waited resignedly for the next attack.

\"Please don\'t hit him again.\"

The woman\'s voice once more.

So distressed, so pleading, I thought.

So utterly useless, whispered the other voice, bitterly.

\"Of course not, my dear.\"

I shuddered and took in a deep breath. From the dip in his voice, I knew something far worse was to follow.

\"We both know that there is only so much that brute force can accomplish. But, since he has neglected his studies, I suppose I must perform a practical demonstration.\"

He paused again and I heard the click of his heels against the floorboards as he slowly circled around me.

I tensed again, any moment expecting a vicious kick to my head or stomach.

\"You were to begin studying the unforgivables, were you not?\" he asked, so softly that I could barely hear him.

Keeping my eyes closed, I nodded my head and swallowed.

\"Very well then.\"

\"No!\"

It was the woman yelling again, her cry drowning out the man\'s voice as he uttered a single word. The next thing I knew, my throat was raw and burning as my agonized screams resounded through the room as well. I knew that I needn\'t feel embarrassed-there was no point in trying to stoically endure this. No one could be expected to keep quiet with this excruciating pain ripping through their body.

\"No!\"

The pain abruptly stopped as the cry resounded in my ear. It was not the woman\'s voice now, it was the same voice that had been shrieking in pain just a moment ago. But now it sounded frightened rather than anguished. I kept my eyes closed and swayed dizzily, feeling strong hands upon my upper arms, the fingers digging painfully into my flesh as they kept me from falling over. I took in a deep breath and opened my eyes, grateful to see that I was back in my bedroom, even though the top of my head was throbbing wildly.

\"No.\"

It sounded like a plea now. I realized that it was the boy who was holding me, his black eyes wide and unblinking as he stared at my face, his face even paler than before.

\"Nooo,\" he moaned, pushing me away from him.

I tumbled backward onto the bed, his cock sliding out of me as I fell. For a moment, I watched as he twined his fingers through his hair, shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts.

\"No,\" he repeated, suddenly rising from the bed.

He had taken only a step or two before he collapsed, his knees thudding painfully against the floor. He was massaging his fingers against his temples now.

\"Lost control,\" he murmured, shaking violently. I saw that his pale, thin body was covered in sweat. He lowered his hands and
crumpled all the way to the floor. \"Too much to drink,\" he mumbled.

I made a move towards him, immediately regretting it as the sudden movement made my head spin.

\"Should I make some coffee?\" I offered.

He managed to raise his head slightly, and I saw that his face looked positively green.

\"Oh, fuck, you\'re not going to throw up are you?\"

Raising a hand to his throat, he swallowed and then looked up at the bureau where his clothes were still lying in a neat pile.

\"You need something?\" I said, slowly rolling toward the edge of the bed.

\"Yes,\" he said, lowering his head. \"I need-\"

I managed to swing my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, still feeling more than a bit shaky.

\"Bring my jacket here,\" he said, closing his eyes and resting his head against the carpet. \"But don\'t look in any of the pockets.\"

Shit, would it kill you to say please?

But I nodded and made my way towards the bureau, still swaying slightly. As awful as the whole night had been, I really didn\'t need him to spew the wine all over the rug. If he had something else in his bag of tricks to keep his food down, I guess it was worth fetching it for him. I picked up his jacket and walked back, dropping it on the floor beside him. He reached out a claw-like hand and gathered it to his chest.

\"You\'re welcome,\" I said, as I made my way back to the bed.

I flung myself onto the mattress, happy to be lying still again. My dizziness was subsiding and thankfully my stomach seemed to be in better shape than his. But my head was still pounding, a strange pain that seemed to be coming from inside my skull, as if someone had reached in and plucked something out of it.

I watched blearily as he wrestled a small bottle out of one of the pockets. It was a small vial filled with thick liquid that was a disgusting color of green.

\"Should work,\" he murmured, slowly prying off the cap. \"Ingredients for the antidote should also help the-\"

He stopped and brought the vial to his lips, taking a deep swallow.

I felt my own stomach do a flip-flop as I watched. Even from across the room, the stuff in the bottle smelled awful.

But to my surprise, he immediately started to look a little better. Well, okay, he was still white as a ghost, but that was normal for him. At least he was no longer that weird shade of avocado.

He took another swig from the vial and then recapped it. After another minute or so, he nodded his head and slowly got to his feet. Picking up the jacket, he began to walk towards the bureau. As he reached out his hand, I prayed that he was going to gather up his clothes and leave. But, to my disappointment, he merely folded the jacket and placed it carefully on top of the pile again.

He turned back to face me, and I saw that his cock was still hard, if not quite as thick and purple as it had been before. As he neared the bed, I forced myself to stay where I was.

\"Spread your legs,\" he said.

\"What are you going to do now?\" I asked, fearfully.

\"I am going to finish what I started,\" he said, his voice a curious monotone.

There was a small glint of light and my eyes darted to his right hand. He still had the bottle grasped in his fingers.

\"What are you going to do with that?\" I demanded, putting my own hand out to push him away.

\"I am going to give you some relief,\" he replied, his lips curling upward.

\"I don\'t want-\"

\"Oh, but you do,\" he insisted, his smile broadening as he reached down and forced my knees apart. \"You do-\"

He bent down and whispered in my ear. \"Want.\"

Oh, god.

Suddenly, the throbbing in my head was nothing compared to the surge of blood that was pulsing through other parts of my body. I could feel my nipples stiffening, and as his fingers brushed against my thighs I felt a rush of warmth and wetness in my groin.

\"You do want me, don\'t you?\" he asked, softly.

\"Yes,\" I answered, moving hurriedly towards him.

He smiled and grasped my ankles. The side of the glass bottle dug into my skin for a moment and then all I could feel was the wonderful sensation of his cock entering me again. I began to draw my legs down, but he shook his head and pulled them up again, on either side of his neck.

I arched my back, taking him in more deeply. His hips drove forward and I felt his balls slapping against my lips as he buried himself inside of me. I closed my eyes and moaned. I heard him chuckle and then I felt the cold, smooth glass brush against my lips.

\"You may as well drink some now,\" he said, continuing to thrust against me.

\"No,\" I said, trying to push it away.

\"Just a few drops,\" he cajoled, reaching down with his other hand to caress my breast. \"Otherwise I cannot guarantee that you will find release when I do.\"

I opened my eyes and stared up at him. His hair was falling over his face, but his gleaming black eyes were fixed upon my face.
Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and allowed him to pour in a small trickle of the liquid.

Although it still smelled awful, the taste was strangely sweet and tangy. I swallowed down the first mouthful and then opened my lips for more. With a smile, he delivered a few more drops and then brought the bottle back to his own mouth. Throwing back his head, he gulped down the rest of it and then flung the empty bottle onto the bed.

Lowering his hands, his placed his fingers against my breasts and began to caress my nipples.

\"What did you see?\" he asked, as he began to move again.

\"I don\'t know,\" I said, shaking my head. \"Something about your father.\"

\"Yes?\" he prompted, tightening his grasp.

\"Yelling at you and then he did something. Used a cattle prod or something to electrocute you or-or something.\"

\"Hmm.\" He stopped and looked down at me. \"You are sure that is all you saw.\"

\"It was weird-and confusing. I-I don\'t know exactly what I saw.\"

\"Good,\" he said, his hips beginning to sway back and forth again. \"I suggest that you try and forget it.\"

\"I will,\" I promised, as I found my body moving in a delicious rhythm with his own.

It was unlike the other times, where he had made me feel absolutely frantic and out of control. Although it was still strange to feel so aroused with a client, it was not quite the overpowering hunger and need that I had felt before. Even his prick felt different, his member molding into me in a way that was quite unlike the inhumanly rigid way it had felt before.

After just a few moments I found myself closing my eyes again and simply enjoying the feel of our bodies thrusting together. I heard his breath coming in gasps and his pace suddenly quickened. I felt my own excitement reaching its apex as well, and as his body slammed into mine, I cried out, my scream a mixture of ecstasy and simple relief. He released his hold on my breasts and grasped my ankles again as he came, and I caught him murmuring something under his breath.

I felt the room swirling around me again for a moment as my body tensed and twitched, my orgasm continuing for a long time and only very slowly fading away. I seemed to lose track of time, and when I finally felt my breathing return to normal, I was almost surprised to feel him lying on top of me.

\"What did you say at the end?\" I asked, reaching up to brush the hair away from his face.

He turned his head to the side and sighed, keeping his eyes closed. \"What do you think I said?\"

\"Something about, \'Fitting it in a cunt, tight, um?\' I think,\" I answered, feeling stupid even as the words tumbled out of my mouth.

\"A shrewd enough guess considering the circumstances,\" he replied. \"At any rate, it means that the-that it is over-that I\'m finished.\" He yawned and went to push himself off of me, but instead of rising from the bed he collapsed down on the mattress beside me.

I glanced over and saw that his eyes were closed.

\"Do you need to sleep for awhile?\" I whispered.

\"No,\" he hissed, pushing me away. He rose to a sitting position and remained there, his long legs reaching down to the floor.
Still, he head was dropping down towards his chest.

\"I think you do, lover,\' I whispered, sitting up beside him and bestowing a kiss upon his shoulder. \"Or should I say, \'Magus\'?\" My lips drifted over to kiss him on the neck. \"That means \'Magic Man\', doesn\'t it?\" I asked, as my mouth lingered over his nape.

He laughed again. \"You are not quite as imbecilic as you sometimes appear,\" he said, allowing me to pull him back down onto the bed.

\"Yeah, I even know that you just said I am not as dumb as I look,\" I retorted, moving to get off the bed and hoist his legs back onto the mattress.

\"I just need to rest for a short while,\" he said, struggling to keep his eyes open.

\"Sure,\" I answered, drawing the blankets up to his chin. \"You\'ve been quite the stallion this evening.\"

The corners of his lips turned upward again.

\"And you\'ve had more than a bit to drink,\" I added, placing a pillow under his head.

\"I believe a small nap is justified,\" he murmured, yawning again. For a few seconds, his eyes opened wide again. \"Do not try to take advantage of me,\" he warned.

\"I wouldn\'t dream of it,\" I assured him.

\"And do not touch my clothes,\" he finished, turning to the side and burying his face in the pillow.

\"I won\'t,\" I promised, reaching over to retrieve the glass vial and place it upon the nightstand.

I stood quietly beside the bed and waited until I heard his breathing fall into a deep and peaceful rhythm. Tiptoeing over to the closet, I retrieved a robe and tied it around me. By the time I was walking out into the hallway, I could hear him beginning to snore.

I hurried to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. Although my stomach gave a large gurgle at the sight of the steak, I decided it was far too late to be eating it. With a shrug, I wrapped it up and turned my attention to finishing the salad. Pouring a small amount of dressing onto it, I mixed it thoroughly and then ate some directly out of the bowl-deciding that I had no time for niceties. After stuffing myself, I stored what little remained for the next day. Grabbing the Sangria, I unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle to my lips, taking several large swallows before returning it to the refrigerator as well.

Untying my robe, I crept back to the bedroom.

My guest was still sleeping soundly, turned on to his back now and snoring much more loudly. Heading to the bathroom, I retrieved a fresh washcloth and quickly cleaned myself up, pausing to toss both my washcloth and his into the hamper before returning to the bedroom.

I bent over the sleeping boy.

\"Magus?\" I whispered.

There was a small snort, which frightened me, but after a moment I determined it was merely a result of his current dream and that he really hadn\'t heard me. Biting down upon my lip, I carefully reached down and picked up his wrist, holding it in the air for a moment before allowing it to drop back down to the mattress. Again, he twitched slightly but showed no sign of actually waking up. With a satisfied nod, I headed back towards the bureau and opened one of the top drawers.

The handcuffs gleamed in the light as I pulled them out and let them dangle from my fingertips. It was very tempting, but they were much too risky-if the sound of the locks clicking didn\'t wake him up the feel of cold metal surely would. So, the silk scarves would have to do.

As lovely as they appeared, they tended to dig into the skin as well-but I would be careful not to tighten them until the last moment. In the meantime, I might as well get into my attire.

I smiled as I pulled the next drawer open and removed the small assortment of leather and chains that served as my favorite costume-under the right circumstances of course. I placed these carefully upon the bureau and then reached down to retrieve the most important item.

Ah, yes, the whip was going to be an absolute necessity tonight.