Under His Spell

Part 3

Severus held her gaze as he led her by the hand into her bedroom, his presence a steady force guiding her, grounding her. Eden's heart raced as she entered the intimate space, her senses filled with anticipation and the quiet command he exuded with every step.

He directed her to the bed with a quiet nod, and she moved to the center, kneeling as he'd silently instructed, her body already warm under the weight of his watchful eyes.

"Stay just like that," he murmured, his voice smooth, and she could feel his gaze tracing every inch of her. The thrill of being completely under his control sent shivers down her spine. She watched as he began to unbutton his coat, each motion deliberate, as if he knew she was savoring every second.

His fingers moved down his shirt buttons, revealing glimpses of his lean, toned chest, his sharp collarbones, the confident set of his shoulders. Her breath grew uneven as he shrugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, his gaze never once leaving her.

"Take your bra off," he said, his voice calm but firm, filled with an edge that left no room for hesitation.

With trembling fingers, she reached behind her, unhooking the clasp, and slid the straps from her shoulders, letting the lace fall away. Her cheeks flushed as she dropped it beside her, feeling exposed yet exhilarated under his dark, approving gaze.

Severus's eyes roamed over her slowly, taking in every curve, every line of her bare skin, and he let out a low, involuntary moan of satisfaction. "You are perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine appreciation, his gaze lingering as if committing her image to memory. The intensity in his eyes made her feel beautiful, cherished, and entirely vulnerable in a way that sent a rush of excitement through her.

"Now," he continued, his tone firm, "turn around and pull your panties down. I want to see that beautiful ass and pussy."

Eden obeyed, her body responding eagerly to his commands. She shifted on the bed, her back to him as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her lace panties, slowly peeling them down over her hips, her thighs, until they fell around her knees. She felt the cool air against her bare skin, her anticipation building as she sensed his eyes on her.

Without thinking, her hand drifted instinctively between her legs, a desperate need surging through her, but Severus's voice cut through the silence, low and commanding.

"Stop," he said, his voice filled with an authority that left no room for disobedience. "You're going to behave, Eden. You'll be touched when I allow it—and only when I allow it. Is that clear?"

Her hand froze, and she withdrew it immediately, the combination of his words and his tone sending a thrill through her. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her body aching with need but surrendering to his command, trusting him completely.

Severus moved closer, his hand resting on her lower back with a pressure that felt both comforting and commanding. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down her spine. "Yes... what?" he asked, his tone coaxing but firm.

Eden swallowed, her cheeks flushing, her voice a soft whisper as she replied, "Yes, sir."

A pleased smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he straightened, his gaze filled with approval. "That's a good girl," he murmured, his voice a quiet promise that made her stomach flutter. "You will wait," he continued, his tone rich with authority, "until I deem you deserving of pleasure."

Her heart pounded as she nodded, her body vibrating with a need she could barely contain. His control over her—steady, unyielding, yet laced with a gentleness she hadn't anticipated—only intensified her desire.