Suffering Part 6: No Longer

Chapter 41

The soft light filters through the bedroom curtains as the house wakes, the usual morning bustle muffled by the locked door that separates you and Severus from the rest of the world.

You stir awake, instantly aware of Severus lying beside you, his presence heavy and tense. He's not his usual relaxed self this morning; you can feel the weight of his frustration, simmering just beneath the surface.

Lucius had left the room earlier to tend to the children, offering to take care of breakfast and keep the little ones occupied, giving you and Severus a rare moment of privacy. But as you sit up, stretching slightly, you sense that it's not enough for him. Not today.

Severus lies back against the pillows, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his dark eyes narrowed as they track your every movement. The tension in the air is thick, oppressive, and you know exactly what's bothering him. He can't have you the way he wants right now—can't take you, bend you to his will with the house full of life downstairs. He hates that.

His lips press into a thin line, his voice low and rough as he finally speaks. "This isn't what I want, you know," he mutters, his gaze cold and unwavering. "But I suppose it will have to do." There's an edge to his tone, a harshness that sends a shiver through you, the threat of his impatience hanging in the air.

You swallow, feeling the weight of his irritation, but you don't back down. Instead, you shift between his legs, your hand trailing down his chest, hoping to ease the frustration simmering within him. His body tenses at your touch, though he makes no move to encourage it, his eyes fixed on you with a dark, penetrating gaze.

"On your knees," Severus snaps suddenly, his voice sharp and demanding. His words cut through the quiet room, and you feel your pulse quicken in response. The usual tenderness is nowhere to be found; he's all harsh command and barely restrained desire now.

You do as you're told, positioning yourself between his legs, your hands working quickly to undo the tie on his grey sweatpants. The tension in him is palpable, his jaw tight, his dark eyes following your every move as you free him from his sweats, taking him in your hand.

Severus's breath hitches slightly, but his expression remains cold, his lips pulling into a thin, almost cruel smile. "Make it worth my time," he growls, his fingers tangling roughly in your hair as he pulls you toward him. "And don't make me tell you twice."

There's no softness in his touch, no hint of the usual teasing affection he sometimes allows. He's in control, and he wants you to know it. His grip in your hair is firm, almost painful, as he guides your mouth to him, his eyes dark and unrelenting as he watches you.

You wrap your lips around him, taking him into your mouth, and immediately he tightens his hold on you, controlling the pace. "Slow," he orders, his voice a dangerous growl. "You don't get to rush this."

You comply, your mouth moving over him in slow, deliberate strokes, the heat between you growing with every passing second. Severus's chest rises and falls steadily, though his grip on your hair never loosens. He's holding back, you can tell—fighting the urge to thrust into your mouth, to take what he wants from you. His restraint only fuels his frustration further.

"Pathetic," he mutters under his breath, though his voice is thick with barely restrained desire. "You can do better than this."

You glance up at him, meeting his dark, unforgiving gaze, and feel the heat of his words settle deep in your core. You move faster, more deliberate now, wanting to please him despite the harshness of his tone, despite the way he grips your hair like he's holding you exactly where he wants you. You know this is what he needs right now—the control, the power over you.