Under His Spell

Part 9

Eden glanced at her phone when it buzzed, expecting a casual message from Severus, but the text that lit up her screen caused her eyebrows to raise in surprise.

Severus: Do you remember what lingerie you were wearing when you met Lucius?

Confused and a little amused, Eden tapped back a response, her fingers moving swiftly over the screen.

Eden: That's a weird way to say hello, darling.

A moment later, another message from Severus came through, its tone stern and commanding, a stark contrast to their usual playful exchanges.

Severus: Don't play with me. I want you to find that lingerie, or something very similar. Wear it and come to my chambers at 7pm this evening for your confession.

Eden's heart skipped a beat. The directive, laced with an underlying intensity, hinted at a deeper, darker play than their usual encounters. She understood immediately—this was not a request but an order, part of a game that played on elements of their past, bringing a raw edge to their dynamic.

Eden: Understood. I'll be there.

Knowing Severus, she knew this evening was about more than just a nostalgic recall of lingerie. It was about control, surrender, and perhaps working through the shadows left by her past with Lucius. 

As 7pm approached, Eden dressed carefully, selecting lingerie that closely mirrored what she had worn years ago—a delicate, almost innocent piece that contrasted sharply with the complex, intense nature of their relationship now.

She arrived at Severus's chambers promptly at 7pm, her heartbeat quickening as she entered. Severus was already there, waiting for her, his expression inscrutable but intense. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation.

"Show me," Severus commanded softly, his voice low and even.

Severus approached her with a predatory grace, his eyes locked onto hers, capturing her in the intensity of his gaze. Eden, feeling both vulnerable and aroused under his scrutiny, took a small step forward, closing the gap between them.

"Give me a kiss first," she requested softly, a slight tremor in her voice betraying her anticipation. "Please."

Without a word, Severus leaned down, capturing her lips with his own in a kiss that was both gentle and possessive. It was a brief, searing connection that left her wanting more, but Severus was quick to assert control again.

As the kiss ended, Severus guided Eden to turn around slowly. With practiced movements, he retrieved a length of rope and began to tie her hands above her head, securing them to a hook that had been discreetly installed in the ceiling of his chamber for just such purposes. His actions were deliberate, each knot tied with meticulous care to ensure her safety and comfort, yet firmly enough to remind her of her surrender.

"What did Lucius think when he saw you in this?" Severus's voice was now a whisper against her ear, his breath warm on her neck, causing her to shiver.

"He thought I was something to possess," Eden responded, her voice a mix of resentment and defiance. She felt Severus's hands pause in their task, a slight increase in pressure that conveyed his attention to her words.

"And what happened then?" Severus asked, his tone neutral but probing, encouraging her to reveal more.

"We went upstairs," Eden began, her voice growing softer as she delved into the memory. "I danced for him. It was... intense. He watched me, and I could feel his eyes on me, consuming me."

Severus finished securing the rope and stepped back, his gaze appraising her as if seeing her anew. "Show me," he commanded, his voice a blend of curiosity and command.