Entertainment

Entertainment

She had been brought as the entertainment, well, she might as well be entertaining. She adjusted her clothing, glad she was wearing her favourite outfit. She had washed herself, she had been sweating from being on the dance floor. Her long blond hair was falling down her back without the tangles now that she had brushed it. She had applied some more perfume, Magie Noire, and now was reapplying her make up. Outside he was waiting for her, could she still back out? Did she want to?

She had been dancing, she only felt truly magical when she was dancing. Getting paid for it was just the icing on the cake. This evening, however, a tall stern man dressed all in black came in. She had seen him come in and had felt a strong attraction to him. She had been dancing just to please him for a half hour and then she was free to leave. She went over to the bar, the dark stranger had approached her and she found herself saying yes. He needed to attend a meeting and wanted someone on his arm, would she be so kind as to accompany him. She had told him she was not for sale but would be delighted to go with him.

Coming out the door she looked over at him. He was gallant and polite in a Lord Peter Whimsy way, but he was a darker, more mysterious version. There was a fire smouldering in his eyes, something dangerous about him. She waited for him to look up before walking over to him, she knew she looked stunning when she moved. She was voluptuous but there were strong, hard muscles underneath that made her move light and gracefully. She made her way over to him winding through the tables and felt her heart beating faster.

He stood up and helped her in her coat. When she had finished collecting her hair out of her collar she felt his hands brushing her neck sweeping her hair back. She turned round to look up at him and she suddenly felt tired of being careful, she wanted a man, this man preferably, she wanted his hands on her and God, she wanted his body heavy on top of hers. So she smiled seductively and added a “shall we?” at which he took her arm and led her into the night.

And now she was the entertainment, she felt scared to her bones but was determined not to let it show. She had been in terrifying circumstances before and knew that keeping her composure was essential if she wanted to come out at the end of this ‘meeting’ of his. So she sat beside him and conversed with this man as if there were was nothing odd about the room full of strangers in which she found herself. He kept up his end of the conversation while he was definitely studying her reactions, he seemed very amused. She would keep him entertained until he finally thought she had deserved her way out of this situation.

Looking at the dancing couples she winced inwardly but she bent over to him and whispered in his ear: “Let’s dance, you know how to dance I presume?” He smiled at her and said: “I will if they play a tango”. She had always been partial to the almost having sex on the dance floor that a good tango entailed. He looked as if he could pull it of, this man had the grace of a large black cat. “Then please put in a request, if you would be so kind,” she said looking into his black, black eyes. “Certainly my dear,” she heard him purring into her ear.

They had been dancing only a minute when she found she did not notice her surroundings anymore. There were two strong hands on her body and his thigh in the smooth fabric of his trousers between her legs. She could feel his breath in her neck and the muscles of his shoulders moving underneath his clothing and she felt elated. She felt herself being dipped and hooked her leg over his, feeling his hot hand on the bare flesh above her stocking. Aggressively he pushed her away and she danced away from him, feeling his eyes roam over her body in a possessive way. Pulling her in again she was pushed firmly against his hard body and the thigh was roughly thrust between her legs again. She was almost riding on his legs when they set of again and she felt herself getting aroused. When the music stopped she found herself breathing hard and stood leaning against him, her nose savouring the exquisite scent of his body. When he tenderly cupped her chin in his hands and placed a long hungry kiss on her mouth she thought her knees would give out and she held on for dear life.

When she was released she looked up and saw a tall long haired blond man walk up to them. She saw his smirk and instantly felt scared again. “You are not keeping her all to yourselves are you now dear Severus” he said while his eyes were all over her body, lingering on her breasts. Begging with her eyes she looked up at the man who had kissed her only moments before. “Now don’t go all doe eyed on the man” he smiled at her, his grey eyes not smiling. “I can see you want him to kiss you again but you simply must dance with me before you do,” he said while he took her hand and pulled her toward him. “All right Lucius but remember I saw her first,” he said lightly but his dark eyes were flashing dangerously.

She had a hard time remembering to be entertaining when she whirled on the dance floor in the arms of this man. She felt as if danger was just oozing out of his pores when he held her close to his body, his hand like a peace of metal on her back. “You poor dear, are you cold?” he smirked when he saw the goosebumps on her arms. Taking a deep breath she smiled at him, “just a cold draft from the open window” and tried to relax in his arms and follow his aggressive leading with fluid grace. When the music finally came to an end she felt relieve at hearing the deep baritone of the man called Severus behind her: “Excuse me but I want to introduce this lady to the taste of some elf-made wine”. She felt his arm around her shoulder, leading her away from danger. She could feel the cold grey eyes on her back while she walked over to their table.

Astonished she looked at the strange little creature pouring a yellow liquid in two glasses and having bowed deeply disappear with a crack. She almost forgot to be cool and composed but she got a hold of herself and accepted a glass with only a slight trembling of her hand. “Drink my dear, you will find it delicious” he said with his dark rich voice. Remembering the kiss she looked up at him. “Just promise me you won’t leave without me,” she pleaded with him. “I most certainly will not my dear, I have great plans for you,” he answered, his hand reaching out to touch her face. She shivered but smiled at him, taking a sip from the fragrant liquid. She felt the liquid warming a path down her throat, never had she tasted anything that good before.

Images of the people occupying the place she had just left still going through her head she walked beside the man. She had seen empty frightened faces, a cruel looking little man with a metal hand that the dark stranger had kicked away with a growl and the smirks of the long blond man with the cold eyes while he was helping himself to the breasts of a small whimpering girl. Sensing the party was only just beginning she was infinitely grateful that he took her away from that place. But she did not think this was the end and hoped he would not be cruel, she sensed he could be cruel. The tango and his kiss made her long for his heavy hard body on top of hers but she was scared nonetheless. He stopped and looked down at her again and pulling her long blond hair he kissed her hard.

Some how they had ended up in a room with a warm fire, two chairs in front of it, a big four poster bed at the other end. He took her coat off and directed her to a chair. “Now let us just catch our breath dear,” he said and began unbuttoning his long frock coat. There was a white dress shirt underneath, she could see his shoulders and the outline of his chest through the fine material. He poured her some dark red wine and brought the glass to her. “Not for sale eh, but maybe you could be tempted to give me what I want without money changing hands? He purred, raising one eyebrow questioningly. “That of course depends on what you want sir,” she said more timidly than she felt. “Do keep calling me sir dear, it rather sounds appropriate,” he said taking of his boots. He settled himself in the other chair and stared at her, drinking his wine in small sips. “I want to put my head between your lovely white thighs and make you reach a shuddering climax and would very much appreciate some begging for more if you could at all manage it dear, is that convenient for you?” he drawled slowly in his velvety dark voice. She almost choked on her wine feeling wild shivers travelling through her body.
Bending towards her he took the glass out of her hand and whispered: “was that a yes dear?” “Yes sir,” she managed to say before he pulled her up and kissed her voraciously.

He was watching her, taking of his cufflinks and placing them on the nightstand and unbuttoning his shirt at the front. She was watching him, she found she could not take her eyes of this man, he moved in a very confident, sure of himself, manner. His shirt revealed a strong body, no bulging muscles but graceful cords of strength. Slowly he pushed her dress from her shoulders and slid the black slinky material down her body to the floor. His hands with the beautifully shaped fingers unclasped her brassiere which also ended up on the floor. Slowly he bent over to her chest and she gasped when she felt his warm mouth close over her breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple. He pushed her on to the bed and made her lie down, her feet still on the floor. Unclasping her stockings and the garter he bent down and licked her belly. His fingers hooked under her panties and pushed them down. He knelt in front of her and she could feel his warm breath on her. Still a little scared she felt vulnerable lying with her legs spread before this strange man. But when he bent down and licked her over the length of her folds she moaned with anticipation. His hands plied her folds apart and she felt his tongue flick over her nub. “Oh Gods,” she exclaimed when his tongue began lapping in earnest. His warm hands travelled up and down her body, one of them finally settling on playing with her nipples. The other went down and she could feel two of his fingers slowly entering her. She could not help but cry out as the combination of sensations made her come violently.

Still experiencing an occasional aftershock he made her lie in the middle of the bed. Looking down on her he slowly took of his shirt, pants and socks revealing a tented boxer. When he removed this item of clothing she could not help herself and watched in fascination as his huge erection swayed and bobbed with his movements. “Please commence with the begging for more dear, I rather like to be begged.” “Please,” she began hoarsely. “Please what dear?” he asked her with one mocking eyebrow raised. “Please, I want you inside me, eh sir,” she said haltingly. He lied down heavily on top of her and she could feel him just shy of her entrance. She sighed at the heavenly feeling of his warmth on her body and when she put her hands on his back she felt his strong muscles under the smooth white skin. “Please,” she said more heartfelt than before, “please I want you inside me.” When he moved only a minute fraction more into her slippery wet opening she began begging him in all earnest. She wanted this a lot. “Please,” she whispered in his ear, “please sir please.” Finally he relented and slowly pushed himself into her as far in as he could go. She could feel herself becoming totally filled and moaned with the pleasure of his warm presence inside her. Slowly he let himself slide out of her but then began thrusting hard, grinding his hips against her. She loved to be fucked hard. Most of the time though it was hard and short or slower and longer. This man could do long and hard and she felt herself completely give in to the feeling of being gloriously fucked. When she finally breathlessly came she could feel her muscles clamping on to him and he moaned and climaxed too. He lay heavily on top of her and stayed until she could feel him slip out of her. He then put the covers over them and pulled her close to him. With her back towards him and his strong arms around her she fell asleep.

“Wake up my dear”, he murmured in her neck, “I want some more”. She woke up with his hard cock pushing against her. “Lift up that beautiful arse, on your hands and knees dear”. Slightly apprehensive she did what she was told and immediately he pushed himself in to the hilt. She cried out when he entered her and felt his hands cupping her breasts, his body leaning heavily on top of her. Slowly he pushed himself in and out and she felt her insides being tugged with the exquisite friction he caused. She moaned softly with every stroke and was soon completely entranced with their motion, she pushing back and receiving him, he driving himself as far in as he could go. She heard his breathing become hoarser and felt his long fingers reaching for her little nub, very slippery with both their juices. His touch made her motion become quicker, the second sensation deepening what she felt inside. She could not help but moan at the build up of her orgasm, he slowed down and she almost wept when a slow but violent orgasm shook her and massaged his cock buried deep inside her. She felt him come and they both collapsed on the bed, completely spent.

She woke up in her own bed, feeling bereft without his warm hard body lying next to her.