High Heels

Author's Note: Long time, no see. It's been almost a year since I've posted and this piece really reflects the time difference. I'm a different author this year than I was last year. Let me know if you like the change.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~

Having Severus around curbs for my appetite for one-night stands with strangers. A bit. He isn’t a boyfriend, but he is a lover.

A spelled buzz announces his arrival and I go to open the door. I unlock it and step back, deeper into the unlit hallway. Severus enters, closing the door behind him, and
then stands there, waiting patiently.

Adrenaline pulsing through my veins, I begin today’s games, speaking from the dark.

“Go take a shower,” I command. “I want you to wash yourself everywhere. Don’t come out until I tell you.”

“Yes, master,” he replies with a small smile and heads to the bathroom.

I give him a few minutes to undress and get under the shower. To keep myself busy, I go into the living room and pour myself a drink, doing one last check of the toys I’d set out on the coffee table, just in case.

Sex was something I seem to have a natural affinity for. A soul deep craving that has always been with me, lurking like a shameful secret and making me a bit of a freak. My first couple of boyfriends, when I was younger, made it clear to me by pronouncing me I was a freak, or leaving when I became simply too much.

I have always enjoyed sex, a lot, but I have never been into anything to exotic. Before Severus it was just sex, mostly with strangers for an extra trill- to give it that nasty edge I craved. With strangers I didn’t have to worry about what he thought of my appetite for a little bit of rough. With strangers I didn’t care if they thought I was good in bed, or if I pleased them. With strangers it was all about getting off, and nothing more.

But Severus showed me that I wasn’t a freak. There were others out there who hungered for the more adventurous side of sex. He was the only guy to have spanked me, and dear Merlin, had that been a thrill. The best thing was that it worked both ways. Severus liked to be topped, and there were times when I needed to be the boss.

Clenching my hands, I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm my racing heart before
I enter the bathroom and lean strategically against the counter.

“Open the curtain.”

The plastic curtain slides open and a slight spray hits my skin, surprising me when it doesn’t sizzle on contact. Severus glances at me and freezes, his eyes widen and cock jumps against his belly as he takes in my outfit.

Running my hands over the black lace and padded faux-cups of my bra, I smile at him.
“Like my outfit?” I turn slightly so that he can see the way the thong bisects my ass, but his eyes are glued to my legs. Smooth skin covered in silk stockings… and a pair of two inch heels with an open toe and a strap around the ankles.

Very feminine shoes. Shoes that make me feel sexy and in charge and leave Severus silent.

“Snape,” I snap.

His gaze jumps to mine and he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. “Yes, mistress?”

I reward him with a small smile. “You didn’t answer me. Do you like my outfit?”

Eyes on fire, he licked his lips. “Yes. Very much.”

Severus, with his dark sinful looks and almost too lean body isn’t the type of man I am normally attracted to but he offers me more than a pretty face or perfect body. He offers me the freedom of uninhibited play.

He absently runs the bar of soap over his chest and down his body. Then he abandons cleaning for play, using his slick soapy hands on his cock and balls. I redirect him.

“Do your ass too. Make that little hole nice and pink and clean for me.”

His eyes shine brightly as he bends forward and reaches between his legs.

When he is sufficiently clean, I instruct him to turn off the shower and step out. I walk around him in the small space, toweling him off roughly. Tweaking his hard cock as it bobs in the air.

“Follow me,” I say as I turn to leave the bathroom. “On your hands and knees.”

I walk to the living room and sit down on the couch. Severus crawls over and stops at my feet. I notice his eyes are glued to my high heels and wonder if he has a fetish he hasn’t told me about. “Do you like my shoes, Severus?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Kiss them.”

He leans forward and his hot breath skims over the top of my foot a second before his lips touch. He kisses the leather straps across the top of one foot and then the other. I watch as his tongue darts out quickly, before he pulls back.

“Sit back on your knees.”

I then place my right foot on his left thigh and my left foot on my right thigh. “Spread you thighs apart, and then lean back on your hands.” When he is in this position I slowly begin walking my feet up his thighs, and over his chest. I am not gentle with the spikes.

Severus’s cock swells and the head turns a deep purple in response to the slight pain. A deep moan escapes his lips when the tip of my shoe brushes his chin. “Kiss my toes,” I instruct.

His head tilts forward and he places his lips on my silk covered toes. He kisses and nibbles on them until I am fighting the urge to squirm in my seat. I have never thought of my toes as an erogenous zone before, but I am close, so close…

“Enough,” I command and he steps immediately. “Use only your lips and tongue on my cock. I want you to make me come.”

Eyes bright with lust, Severus slips my shoes off reverently and he places them to the side. His fingers tremble as he skims his hands over my feet. He would linger longer if my impatient sigh does not warn him to do as he was asked.

His head snaps up and his hands trail up my legs to spread my thighs. His hot breath whispers over my cock and I tilt my hips forward, fully prepared to enjoy.

His warm wet mouth envelopes me and my feet inch their way up his spread thighs. His tongue laps at me, circling my slit as my feet brush against his cock. It doesn’t take long for Severus to figure out what I have planned, and he redoubles his efforts.

My feet rub and stroke over his hard-on, his precome sticking to the silk covering them. Gentle pleasure rolls through me in waves as he worships between my thighs, licking and sucking. He gets daring and his teeth lightly graze the tender underside of my prick, sending shivers up my spine. The sharp pressure of my foot on him has his face nuzzling my crotch in apology, but it is not nearly punishment enough…

That can wait. Gripping his hair in a too tight hold, I return him to his task. I don’t let go of the silken strands until he swallows my release.

“Sit back,” I order when I catch my breath.

Severus immediately pulls back and sits straight, his ass resting on his heels, hands by his sides, eyes shining bright. His true master had trained him well.

Well enough for a neophyte like me to enjoy this submissive facet of his nature.

I kick him in the chest softly. “All the way back.” I want him fully exposed to me.

Bracing his hands on the floor behind him, he leans back, his cock thrust up invitingly. I make him watch, his eyes following me as I roll one stocking down my leg, then the other.

When my feet are bare, I scrape my toes over his thighs, a thrill zips through me when he shudders at the light touch. I press harder and he moans. I nudge his warm balls with my toes and cup his hard cock between my feet. His whimpers fire up my blood.

Severus’ eyes close, his head falls back, and his hips arch into my caress. I hold my feet tight to him, pressing them in a way that has his cock thrust between my arches. “Come,” I order.

Without hesitation, he begins to pump his hips, his cock thrusting back and forth between my feet. Heat builds up and fluid eases out from the engorged head. His panting breath is music to my ears- his whimpers and groans making my heart pound and cock twitch. “Come, Severus. I want to see your cock jerk and come cover my feet.”

With a final thrust of his hips, his cock throbs and jerks, come jumping from the tip as I press my feet together, squeezing him.

His chest rises and falls slowly as he catches his breath. Severus stays exactly in the position I’d put him in, until I lift my feet and speak. “Into the bathroom now,” I order. “Get a damp towel and clean my feet.”

He starts to stand, but one look from my eyes and he starts toward the washroom on his hands and knees, while I enjoy the view of his tight ass and ponder how pretty it would look, pink from a spanking.

I am not a real Dom, but playing one sure has its advantages.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~

Author's Note: Thanks for reading. I wasn't sure about posting this as it's not a style I've used before so I really appreciate any and all feedback on this piece. Also, I'm planning on building on this into a series of oneshots so if you have anything you really want to see happen, leave it in a review.
Thanks,
Unbloomed