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"The Devil's Dream"

webba presents:

"An alternate scene�"

Oh, I watch you there,

Through the window�

And I stare at you.

You wear nothing,

but you wear it so well�

--"Crash" by the Dave Matthews Band

A/N

This scene was written as a personal challenge to myself. I wanted to see if it could be done, that is, a Peter/Tessa pairing. This was the result. I must say, theirs is a rough love--a passionate love. It really is the type of act I see them enjoying if they were indeed lovers. Their personalities seem to suggest that they would complement each other in an act like the one I've written. Both Peter and Tessa were willing participants, although Peter was decidedly more excited. He has been bouncing off the walls ever since this was written and refuses to calm down and settle back into my story. Much to my chagrin.

You have been warned.

Peter Pettigrew stepped over the threshold of his tastefully decorated home and placed his briefcase on the divider. He could distinctly hear Mozart's Abduction from the Seraglio coming from the sitting room and chuckled. Did he honestly expect to waltz into his home to a song by Ice Cube or Nirvana? Hell, no!
He ran a hand through his thinning, straw-colored hair and sniffed at the air. Herring--his favorite dish. How lovely, he thought as a smile spread across his face. She always knows how to please me.
In every way.
Then again, he had trained her rather well.
Touché�
Good for me, he thought as he poured himself a snifter of brandy from the flask in the wet bar. Lifting the glass to his lips, Peter mentally patted himself on the back for the series of wonderful fortunes that had chanced upon him in the last three years.
Who would have ever guessed, he thought, that my life today would be what it is based on what was going on three years ago? If anyone had told me that I would be living in a penthouse suite in the richest district of London pulling six figures, I would have laughed in their face!
The burning liquid warmed him from head to toe. He kicked off his uncomfortable leather uppers, one of the downsides of working for a Fortune 500 corporation and walked in stocking feet towards the bedroom. He thought he could hear something going on in there. The door was partially opened--he could see a ray of light coming from inside.
Was she in there? He thought, his interest piqued. There was only one way to know. Peter peered through the crack in the door and what met his eyes was enough to make any man fall to his knees and thank God for clear vision:
There she stood, ready for his command. Tessa had pulled her hair into a ponytail, her luscious mane of chestnut tresses threaded into a baseball cap fetchingly. She was wearing his favorite outfit--one of his own large white Oxford shirts, the top three buttons open, allowing a peek at her beautifully rounded breasts. The shirt barely grazed her upper thigh and Peter silently begged her to bend over so that he could get a good look at her arse. What was it about a woman wearing an oversized white shirt that caused most healthy males to go hard? He thought.
As if she could sense Peter's presence, Tessa looked up and her Prussian blue eyes locked with his blue-gray ones. She winked at him. Naughtily, she placed the finger of one hand into her mouth and sucked it for one moment before she allowed her hand to drop slowly and seductively down her body and between her own legs. She could not possibly have missed the squeak of surprise from her lover's lips as she slipped a finger inside of herself, her body breaking into ripples of gooseflesh as she attended to herself in the most intimate of ways. She closed her eyes and backed up against the wall, legs spread apart slightly, her breathing ragged as her fingers increased their speed against her body.
Aware that more than his blood pressure was rising as he watched her, spellbound, Peter clued in on something different about Tessa's appearance. She has shaved herself completely bare, Peter noticed with a degree of delight. She looks so�pure and untouched like that�Gods, when had she done that? He thougI'vI've always dreamed that she'd do that for me, but I never dared ask her. He could almost feel the silkiness of her skin beneath his lips, could almost hear her sighs of contentment as he stroked her clit with his tongue�
He was jolted out of his semi-coherent thoughts when Tessa threw back her head and cried out in pleasure as orgasm overtook her. Her legs quivered and Peter could see that she was fighting to remain standing.
Peter's erection grew harder by the second as he saw the outlines of her taut nipples straining against the fabric of his shirt. I'll never be able to wear that shirt again without this picture of her in my mind, he thought. He honestly felt that he could pound nails with his dick at the sight of Tessa getting it off with herself. Instinctively he reached down and brushed his hand against the bulge in his trousers.
She does this to me every time, he thought. Christ, she's such a whore�and she's all mine. Maintain some semblance of composure, Peter!
He cleared his throat and pushed the door all the way open. Now there was no mistaking his presence.
Tessa stopped what she was doing, mid-moan and gazed sharply at him, seemingly annoyed at his intrusion.
"Can I help you?" she asked nastily.
"Just what do you think you're d--doing?" he asked in a cool voice. He mentally kicked himself. The stammer that had been coached out of him by two years of intense therapy occasionally made an appearance when he was especially interested in something.
And right now, he was most eagerly interested in her.
"I'm making a casserole, what do you think I'm doing, Peter?" Tessa retorted icily, her voice equally as cold, also somewhat raspy.
"You think that you're so clever," Peter spat as he crossed the room. He gripped Tessa's shoulders in his hands suddenly and she cried aloud. "Don't you dare address me like that!"
Tessa responded to this by spitting in his face. Peter slapped her. Tessa reeled and lost her hat, but remained on her feet. She recovered quickly from the blow and stood up straight before Pettigrew.
"I don't believe I gave you p-permission to address me by my Christian name. Your behavior this evening displeases me," Peter said as he crossed his arms. "If I didn't know better I'd say that you're not wishing to fuck tonight."
"I'm sorry, sweet Master," she intoned in a throaty voice, her brusque attitude replaced with a more servile one. "How may I serve you tonight?"
"That's my bitch," he said with a slow smile. His hands worked the belt on his trousers. He pulled it off and threw it to the floor with the practiced nonchalance of someone who had obviously done this all before. He slowly unzipped is trousers and pulled them off as well, along with his underwear. His cock now free, all eight inches sprung from its confines stood stiffly at attention. Glancing up at the woman before him, he was incredibly pleased to see that her eyes were staring at his body as if it was the lost Temple of Gold.
"Get down on your knees, Tessa, and worship at my altar!" he commanded.
Meekly, Tessa obeyed him, falling to her knees in front of him and encircling the base of his dick with trembling fingers. As she learned forward to take the tip in her mouth, Peter grabbed her by her ponytail and pulled downward, forcing her head up. Their eyes met--the master and the dominated, both filled with a passion that was indecent and crude.
"I expect that you will perform better than last time," Peter said. "If I feel your t--teeth, Tessa, you shall be a very sorry woman indeed."
"No, Peter," Tessa said weakly, desperately wishing to place her lips around him. "I'll not displease you." She moved her hand slowly up his shaft, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Peter. She enjoyed the smooth, taut feeling of him in her hands. He was both long and thick, a wonderfully fun combination!
She opened her mouth, and Peter could see the tip of her pink tongue moving toward his body. He stepped backward and Tessa's eyes met his once more, urgent and dark. "Please, please let me suck you," she whispered. She leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue lightly across the sensitive, salty flesh. Peter groaned.
"Well, since you've asked so nicely, I guess I will allow it," Peter said equably, straining to maintain composure.
Taking the, Te, Tessa placed her lips against the very tip of Peter's cock and began to suck slowly and gently, her tongue swirling around the head, eliciting drops of pre-cum.
"That's it�that's it, bitch," Peter whispered, groaning in pleasure. Her mouth was hot, her tongue busy as she worked on him. He would never be able to eat an ice cream cone again without picturing Tessa's head between his legs, her hands and mouth on his organ, the slurping sounds of a good woman hard at work to please her man.
Her small hands encircled him gently and worked their way upwards, just as her mouth was going down. When hands and lips met, the hand stroked downwards while her mouth traveled upwards, stimulating Peter to the point where he could feel his legs turning to mush and his cock expanding still more. He reached for one of the bed's four posters to steady himself.
"Work it�there you go�a little harder. Suck slower, God damn it!" His hands came to rest on either side of her head, forcing her down on him. He could feel Tessa's gag reflex kick in and giggled low.
"What's the matter, darling? My cock doesn't satisfy?"
As his hands released her, Tessa immediately removed herself from him and gasped. "I love your cock! I can't get enough of it, my Master, but I can't take it all in like that�I'll choke. It's simply too big!"
Peter grinned. She always knows just what to say�for the second time that evening, he acknowledged that she was incredibly well-trained.
His grin turned to a sudden intake of breath as he felt her cup his balls in one hand and allow them to rest in her hands. If she puts them in her mouth I'm going to cum, he thought hazily. And that can't happen. Not now, anyhow.
Aching, and more than a bit disappointed, Peter stepped away from Tessa once more, leaving her on her knees, her lips slightly swollen from her careful work. "Stand," he demanded. She got up on slightly quaking legs.
"I want you on the bed, now," he said. "I want your arms over your head and your legs spread as far as you can get them." His tone of voice suggested that this was an order that was not to be disobeyed.
"No," Tessa said simply. "I'm not yours for the wanting, sir." She threw him a daring smirk. "What are you going to do about that?"
Peter grasped her shoulders in his strong hands and threw her forcibly to the bed. Tessa struggled against him to no avail; he was much stronger than she was. Peter took hold of the shirt and pulled as hard as he could. Buttons flew everywhere as he tore the garment from Tessa's body.
"That was Calvin Klein!" she gasped.
"And you're a witch! Surely you can mend the buttons later," Peter spat.
"Fuck you, it's your shirt," Tessa replied. She scissored her legs together as tightly as she could. Peter laughed, the sound callous. He reached for his wand, which was underneath his pillow. Out of thin air he conjured two royal blue silk scarves. He used them to bind her hands. Tessa struggled to free herself for a few moments, then shot Peter the baleful look of one defeated.
Peter smiled down at her. "You think that I will never have you. You think that you'll never allow your legs to fall a--apart for me, that you'll never allow my lips and tongue to explore the most hidden parts of your body? Well, my d--darling, never say never." With these words, Peter placed one hand on each of her knees and pried her legs apart. He straddled her, loving the feeling of complete and total dominance over his partner. "I know what you like, Tessa�and I am going to use that knowledge to my advantage!"
"You wouldn't know how," hissed Tessa.
Peter growled low as he pressed his lips to Tessa's neck, sucking greedily on the tender skin. Tessa unwittingly squealed with pleasure.
"Do you like it when I touch you here?" he asked as his fingers lazily trailed down her body. He allowed them to circle one of Tessa's coffee-colored nipples indolently. "How about here?" he teased as he grazed the gentle rise of her abdomen. He could feel Tessa's anticipation beneath his touch, could hear her breathing growing faster. Still, the woman refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan.
Finally, his fingers rested on top of her pubic bone. Tessa was now mouthing something he could not identify�it sounded like a prayer. "Do you like this?" he asked.
"Fuck you," Tessa whispered. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you�"
"I believe it is I who is fucking you, my dear. Or at least, I could be. I await the magic word."
"Bastard," Tessa said.
"Now, Tessa, is that any way to treat the m--man who can do this to you?
Using his index finger, Peter stroked the pink, moist skin between Tessa's legs. He could hear her whimpering now�the cries barely over a whisper, but desperate and needy. That's right, he thought. I want to hear you�I want you to beg me. He gently slipped his finger into the narrow slit between her legs and searched for the spot that would drive her wild. Ah, he thought as his finger made contact with the little bump. I've found it now.
Indeed he had, for as soon as he rubbed it, Tessa's quiet words grew in intensity.
"Ooooh, Peter�please, oh please more�" Her hands twisted at the silk bonds that held her, straining against the material.
Immediately Peter stopped what he was doing. "How dare you call me by my name?" he asked harshly. "You've done nothing to deserve it." He withdrew his finger slowly and Tessa cried out in despair.
"Please�I'm begging, Peter, finger fuck me some more!" Tessa's eyes squeezed shut.
"I don't know," Peter said with mock-wariness. "You really aren't convincing me that this is something you really want!"
"Untie me, and I will convince you in the only way I know how," Tessa pleaded.
Peter hesitated, one eyebrow raised. "You have ten seconds," he voiced as he cast a severing charm on the scarves.
Immediately, Tessa brought her arms up around Peter and yanked him to her. She kissed him deeply, biting his lower lip and sticking her tongue as far into his mouth as she could. Despite the familiarity of her mouth on his (who thought it could get better than the first time we ever kissed, he thought wildly), Peter's breath was taken away as he matched her intensity.
"There," she voiced as she broke away from her breathless lover, "was that convincing enough for you?"
Peter shoved Tessa's legs roughly apart once more in response.
Peter's hands were savage upon Tessa. His hands grasped her breasts roughly, his mouth unforgiving and feral as he bit and licked and sucked. He could hear her underneath him, writhing and moaning. Her legs wound around his waist, pulling him to her.
He plunged himself into her, up to the hilt. Tessa screamed underneath him, a mixture of pain and pleasure. For a moment, Peter slowed his actions a bit. Was she hurt?
One look down assuaged any fears he might have had. She was scowling at him, her face sweaty, her eyes wild with want. "Is that," she gasped, "the best�that you can do?"
In answer, Peter pulled himself very nearly out of her, then slammed himself back into her as hard as he could. He heard Tessa chuckle. "That was really quite amusing, Peter. I'll bet you can't keep it up�no pun intended, of course."
Consumed with lust, Peter gripped her upper arms in his strong hands and pinned them to the bed. His gaze on her animalistic, Peter began to kiss her neck, harsh, painful bites that caused Tessa to tear up. He felt her struggle beneath him, trying to free herself from his arms, but he pinned her down harder. He fucked her wildly, his thrusts always deep, filling her as fully as he possibly could. Her pussy was as slick as wet satin; Peter was nearly driven over the edge by the warmth of her, tight around his cock.
Instinctively Peter lost himself for a moment and panted with happiness. Tessa was quick to catch his slip.
"I'm pleasing you, aren't I? Admit it, Peter Pettigrew, you're turned on!" Tessa smiled. "Advantage, me."
Peter fixed his face into an expression of sarcasm. It was incredibly difficult to do, especially when Tessa's muscles were clenching rhythmically around his penis. "You're a slut, Tessa, and nothing more. You know all the moves, or so you think!"
"Show me what you've got, you incredibly-hung git," Tessa advised.
"Incredibly hung?" Peter asked with a smirk.
"Like a god damned tripod," Tessa said huskily.
The rest of the act was a blur. Peter focused on her face as he strove to please her to the best of his ability. In what seemed like no time at all, the pair had worked up a very good rhythm�no more nasty comments between the two, no goofing off. Both had an agenda and by God, they would be successful this night!
Tessa's breathing grew shallow, and she gripped at the bed sheets, twisting them in her hands. She arched her back and groaned low in her throat. Peter knew the look and the moves well. She's close, he thought, one side of his mouth curling upward in a grin. It won't be long now�
"Ride it, sweetheart, that's it," Peter urged her. "God, you're beautiful when you do that�"
Tessa's muscles continued to clench around him, her eyes remained shut, her flushed face a stark pink in contrast to the white pillow she laid her head upon. For the longest time, no words were spoken. Then, she opened her eyes and smiled. Allowing her index finger to travel the length of Peter's arm, she spoke:
"I love to watch you when you have control. You'rcredcredibly sexy when you play the dominant role."
"Absolute power really does corrupt absolutely, though," he breathed. "You are going to be the death of me, Tessa!"
"Same time tomorrow night, with roles reversed, Mr. Pettigrew?" Tessa asked playfully.
"Sure!" came Peter's excited response. He kissed her gently on the mouth and ran his fingers through her soft hair.
"Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Pettigrew," he whispered. "I love you."
"And I you, sweet Peter," Tessa replied.
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