Suffering Part 6: No Longer

Chapter 45

After lunch, the house quiets as the children are tucked away for their naps. You follow Lucius and Severus up to the master bedroom, a shared, knowing look passing between the three of you as the door quietly clicks shut behind. The soft light filtering through the curtains casts long shadows across the room, the air thick with anticipation.

Lucius is the first to close the distance, his hands firm as they slide down your waist, pulling you close. His lips brush your ear, his voice a low murmur, "It's time for us to remind you just how much you belong to us." There's no mistaking the intent behind his words, his grip tightening slightly as Severus moves to your other side, his dark eyes watching intently.

Severus's hand wraps around your chin, tilting your face toward him, his gaze commanding your full attention. "You've had your freedom," he murmurs, his voice soft but firm, "Now, it's time for submission."

The heat between you all ignites as they lead you to the bed, every touch more deliberate, every move filled with the controlled dominance that sets the tone for the rest of the afternoon.

Lucius's hands roam your body first, unbuttoning your blouse with a slow, teasing precision, savoring every inch of skin revealed. Meanwhile, Severus stands behind you, his hands moving to your hips, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

They don't rush. There's a shared rhythm between them, each knowing exactly when to take over, when to give and when to push.

Lucius pulls you against him, his lips crashing into yours with a hungry passion, while Severus's hands roam possessively down your back, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin there, making you shiver.

Severus's fingers work open the button of your jeans with that maddeningly calm precision he has, the denim parting beneath his hand as he slips inside. His touch is firm and deliberate, fingertips brushing over you just enough to make your breath hitch but not enough to satisfy.

He leans in, lips ghosting over your neck as if deciding where to claim you first. His breath is hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His teasing touch is almost unbearable, making you instinctively push against him, but he pulls his hand back just enough to deny you the pressure you crave.

"Patience," Severus murmurs, his voice a dark, velvety whisper against your ear. His fingers slide lower, but still, he holds back, keeping you just on the edge. The teasing makes your knees weak, and you barely manage to stifle a frustrated sound.

From behind, his lips finally meet your neck, placing slow, lingering kisses down to your shoulder, but he continues to deny you the satisfaction of more.

His teeth graze against your skin before he sucks lightly, his mark already forming as his fingers brush just shy of where you need him most. The lack of full contact leaves you trembling, yearning for more, but he doesn't give it to you.

Lucius stands in front of you, watching with a wicked gleam in his eye. His grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you against him, his body heat adding to the torment Severus is already unleashing. "Such need," Lucius teases, his lips hovering close to yours but not quite touching. "And yet, we've barely begun."

You try to move your hips, desperate for more friction, but Severus pulls his hand away slightly, making you groan in frustration. He chuckles softly against your neck, clearly enjoying how easily he can push you to the brink.

His other hand wraps around your waist, holding you firmly in place so you can't escape the slow, deliberate torment he's subjecting you to.

"Is this what you wanted?" Severus asks, his voice low and taunting as his fingers graze over you once more, still not giving you the release you're begging for. "To be teased until you're trembling for it?"