Subtle Sciences and Exact Arts: A Severus Snape Kinkuary Collection

His Voice

Summary:

An anonymous phone sex call

Notes:

Kink: Auralism, Phone Sex, Anonymous Sex

I wanted to dedicate this to Ethreal Trail. Thank you for all you do, my friend. I hope you enjoy

She sat at the edge of her bed. Anxious wasn't quite the word she was looking for. Her girlfriends had been pestering her for weeks. Okay, months to try this out. But it just seemed so unnatural. She wanted to meet someone, fall in love, and grow old reading books together in front of the fire. If they happened to be good in bed, that would be a bonus. Sex wasn't overly important to her, after all. Her friends had tried time and time again to explain that the only reason she didn't care for sex was that she hadn't had good sex, probably ever.

But still... this?

It was the 21st century, she supposed. And it's not as if anyone would know it was her. This was a muggle establishment which provided some extra protection for her reputation. Not to mention the service itself was supposed to be anonymous. She breathed deeply, telling herself one last time that it would be worth it.

Turning to her phone, she pulled up her search engine, typed in the business name, requested a male, and joined the chat queue. It wasn't long before a voice came over the phone.

"Press one for an enchanted evening with Romeo. I specialize in Harlequin romance and forbidden love fantasies." The voice was soft and sweet. Definitely not what she was looking for, nor was she overly fond of the theme he offered. She waited for it to click over to the next option.

" Press two if you seek Vlad. You will respond to what I say and you will like it." Well, that wasn't much to go on, was it? She enjoyed the aggressiveness if she was honest. The voice was extremely masculine, and a tad on the gruff side. Still, perhaps it wasn't the best fit, especially if he'd just yell at her the whole time. She waited for one more.

" Press three for... Prince. I cannot offer more than what you seek. I can, however, teach those, who possess the predisposition, many things, should you allow yourself to pay attention." Oh, she shuttered. That voice . That was such a silky voice, almost a teasing purr. So similar to the one that used to keep her awake at night as she fantasized. Obviously, it wasn't him. He hadn't survived the war. Besides, the voice was a bit different. A little more gruff, almost tired sounding. Still, she pressed number three and eagerly awaited.

The phone line trilled. Finally, the click of the lines being connected, and finally, his deep voice came through the phone.

"Good evening," he started. It was softer than she expected— almost shy.

"Hello," she squealed out. The man— Prince— chuckled at that.

"Is this your first time?"

"It is."

"Good. I shall enjoy being your first. Tell me. What brings you to me?"

She took some time trying to decide what to say. Surely he wouldn't appreciate her announcing that she was so hard up for a good orgasm that her friends all but forced her to call in.

"I need something new in my life. Other...endeavors have not been successful. I'm hoping you can give me something a bit different."

"I see. And what sort of endeavor are you seeking tonight? Some sort of fantasy, perhaps?"

The way he made the "p" pop at the end of that sentence drove her wild. She started touching herself, desperate in her motions.

"Are you touching yourself?" He questioned. It sounded as if he were amused, almost smiling.