TIME PERIOD ☆PRE CHRYSALIS SEVERUS☆
Severus Snape and others belong to JK Rowling. I own original character Mary Shadowborn and Vera Malfoy.
At 18, Severus Snape takes a part-time job at a mysterious woman's apothecary shop after leaving Hogwarts...
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Miss Shadowborn: Severus, It's time. At 8pm go through floo 1108. The poor woman just wants a stiff cock. A bill I'm sure you can fit. Good luck. Let me know how it goes. I'd like to know you made it home safe. Leave nothing at her place. If she tips you, it's yours. No need to tell me.
Severus: Yes, Madam. As you wish.
Miss Shadowborn: Good boy. Remember your manners, don't tell her your real name either. That is your secret. Keep it.
After nervously closing my book, I showered, downed a glass of wine and made it through the floo with just a moment to spare. I believe Mary waited until the last possible moment to tell me about the date so I wouldn't be too nervous, which I was thankful. As I came through the floor, I used my wand to clean myself as I usually did.
I was in a richly decorate bedroom, candles lit the room and an older attractive woman walked towards me. I was unsure of her age, but I would guess closer to 40. Her hair was a dark blonde, beautifully quaffed in an updo. I had brought a bag just like I was instructed, with my journal and contraceptives.
The woman wore only a sheer black robe that met the floor with feathers lining the edges. She looked incredibly rich and elegant; unlike any I had come close to before. The only other thing she wore as a soft expression as she greeted me, a glass of wine in her hand for me. I smiled, taking the wine.
"Lie to me if you want but I know your name is Severus. I heard her call you that the other day. You may simply call me Madam. Drink up, I know this is your first time with a client. She did tell me that, but not much else about you. Tell me, what do you like? Rough? Choking? Spitting?" she asked with an eager grin, looking up at me.
I'm positive I had a look of confusion as I replied, "I don't wish to be hurt," I said with a nervous hesitation. She started chuckling, "Oh no, I meant.. Would you like to do those things to me? I wish to be fucked.. very hard. If your hand finds it's way around my neck, that would be lovely as well," she replied as she sipped her wine.
She looked like the sort of woman who usually told men what to do. I found it surprising she would want something so depraved from me. I thought for a second, was it really depraved? I would soon find out; they were all lovely things.
I replied, "I would love to do all of those things to you," feeling myself start to harden at thought. I briefly imagined slapping this woman with my cock in a most disrespectful way.
I blurted out, "Do you like to beg?" before taking another sip of my liquid courage. She leaned over, sitting her glass down on a marble topped table near where I was standing.
She untied her sheer robe while making eye contact with me the entire time, which felt, intimate and exciting. The robe fell to the floor before she immediately knelt, her knees on the intricate patterned stone floors.
"I love to beg. But what I am I begging for? Tell me.. If I beg very hard... what will I be rewarded with?" she asked looking up at me. I had been sipping the wine rather fast, trying to hide my excited expression.
