One-Shots & Outtakes - Wizarding World Romance

Limits (Sirius x Severus, Severus x OC)*

One-Shot/Bonus scene
Post- war, Spring 2000

Warnings: consensual BDSM implements (use of crop and flogger), Dom/sub elements, humiliation, lactation kink and nipple torture, rough sex, explicit sexual content

"Aaaaghh!" Colleen's muffled scream pierced the basement air, and Sirius cringed. Another lash of the crop sliced the air, and the collar around Sirius's neck burned. It was enchanted to glow with an increasing heat the more agitated he became, the exercise designed to tame his emotions. It was a purpose Severus Snape felt was useful, and as with the vast majority of their games, what Snape dictated was the order of the day.

"You okay, Bratfoot?" Rhiannon whispered teasingly from her perch beside him. Sirius grunted in reply.

She was dressed in a sleek, deeply plunging top and tight white pants, her golden hair stick straight, her overall look like a sadistic circus assistant as she handed her husband his desired torture implements.

Yes, Sirius's damn collar was inscribed with the humiliating moniker of "Bratfoot" — something Sirius normally thought rather amusing. But today nothing was amusing him. Maybe it was being pulled into Kingsley's office for "coaching" yesterday about professional boundary setting with his associates in the field. Just because he liked to take his new Muggle friends out for some beer and billiards after work. What harm was there in that?

Maybe it was the fact that Leonid flushed Sirius's favorite pocket watch down the toilet yesterday, and unclogging Muggle pipework via magical means wasn't the easiest or most sanitary job. Or maybe it was the fact that Sirius's beautiful wife was hanging by her wrists from the basement ceiling in a nude-colored thong and bra— gagged — and being beaten within an inch of her life by Severus Snape's serpent-handled riding crop.

Colleen shrieked into the cloth stuffed in her mouth, her desperate words garbled. Her arse and back were marred with angry red stripes, and Sirius had lost count of how many times Severus had struck her. Severus pranced about in heavy boots and tight trousers, his torso bare, his black hair flying behind him with his pointed strides. He circled Sirius's wife like a wild animal stalking its prey. And Sirius's Bratfoot collar was laced with a loop and hooked to the wall, his hands tied behind his back. Severus had removed every stitch of the Gryffindor wizard's clothing and had chilled the air so that the gleaming punishments emitted by the collar were even more pronounced.

At Colleen's last cry, Severus tossed the crop to Rhiannon and demanded his flogger, which he ran silkily up Colleen's stinging backside before letting it fall to rest on her breasts. He held it in place with a wrist draped over her shoulder, and Sirius heard the sound of the Slytherin's zipper as he saddled up behind Colleen's hanging form. She let out an agonizing sound as the tight fabric of her thong was raked along her wounds, being pushed to the side to allow Snape's massive erection to penetrate her. Snape didn't ask before shoving forward; Colleen had her safewords and her tune to hum, and so far she hadn't uttered them. She did let out a feral growl as she was stretched thin by her master's girth, and Sirius felt his own cock— flaccid with dejected annoyance up until that point— spring to attention at the sound.

"Severus, yes," Colleen gasped after he reached up to loosen the gag. Snape forced her legs open wide, slithering his body into position as he split her on his cock. His fist came to trap her red gold curls, the other allowing the flogger's tassels to tickle her nipple as they bounced. Sirius noticed Rhiannon squirm next to him, and he knew the nymph was itching to join the fun. But she would never disobey her husband when he was in Dom space.

Almost as soon he'd begun, Severus stopped. He left an aching Colleen groaning in protest as he withdrew his stiff member, which now glistened with her juices. Sirius wanted to pounce and suck them off, and his sudden surge of desire and corresponding flinch caused the collar to sear his neck.