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Punish Me	By : Sparrowhawk Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 133350 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 45
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form and make no profit from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Assertion
- 2-Attack
- 3-Breakdown
- 4-Encounter
- 5-Punishment
- 6-Contact
- 7-Bitten
- 8-Scars
- 9-Play
- 10-Invitation
- 11-Abduction
- 12-Obedience
- 13-Tease
- 14-Learning
- 15-Venture
- 16-Protecting
- 17-Mistakes
- 18-Visit
- 19-Impromptu
- 20-Trigger
- 21-Healing
- 15
- 16
- 17
Gah! I hate it when I do that! Forgot to put in the chapter title, so it deleted all my hard work in getting the chapter together. Anyway, know it's been a long time again, thank you all for your patience. Besides being sick, I've had some issues getting this chapter just the way I want it. But, without further ado, the warnings and chapter!
Warnings: angst, profanity, sadism on Severus' part, frustration, confusion, a little bit of rutting, distress, hard-headedness, male/male intimate/sexual interaction, and whatever else I might be forgetting (hey, I'm still on hormone therapy and that's a side effect of it)
Chapter Sixteen
Harry smiled to himself with every little throb of his thoroughly abused nipples and the tingling he could still feel in his groin. It was as if something had woken up inside him—some hungry, lustful animal he’d not known was waiting to be freed, waiting for someone like Severus to free it. When he was in school going through puberty, he’d expected what all the other boys had sat up at night talking about—that he’d suddenly get taller, his voice would change, he’d perhaps develop a little more muscle and grow more body hair, but the one they’d talked about most was their near constant desire to play with themselves and the sudden attraction they had to girls. He’d only ever thought of girls in passing. He may have thought of kissing them or maybe feeling their breasts just to see what they felt like, but he’d never wanked to one of them nor did he have any desire to go farther. He just didn’t have the time or space in his head to think beyond that. When he’d discovered he also liked boys due to a run-in with a bent couple making out below the Quidditch bleachers, he’d done some admiring and fantasizing, but never went beyond that, ether. Even after the war, there was some kissing and petting going on between him and Ginny, and trying for more than that, and later him and Draco, but he never had the reaction he should and always hoped for.
Until now.
When Severus touched him, whether to give pain or pleasure, it lit a fire in his blood—a fire he could still feel after the older man left the room. It was strange, and brilliant, and frightening all at once. Not to mention embarrassing. He came just from having his nipples played with, after all. Slytherin’s balls, if his Master hadn’t let him see the lust so obvious in those dark eyes and spoke of it as if his reaction was … well, wanted, Harry would have felt so embarrassed he’d have thought it better if a mountain were to fall on him or something, rather than face it. But Severus did want it. Severus did like it. In fact, if his face and words were anything to go by, he really liked it. It made Harry feel somehow … proud that, while the session was supposed to be about pleasing himself, he was also able to please his Master. It felt so good and so right. It made him wonder why he’d been reluctant to admit he was submissive and wanted a Dominant to look to and please.
Maybe that was the reason his relationship with Ginny lacked a spark. She was always the one trying to please him. And Draco … well, he couldn’t really account for that in the same way. Draco was attractive, certainly, but they both knew he just wasn’t Harry’s type. Before they even started, they knew it was just going to be experimental, to see if a change in gender would coax the proper reaction out of his reluctant cock. It wasn’t as if he didn’t ever get hard. He did. But that was it. In all his interactions with both Ginny and Draco he’d never found release.
However, with Draco neither of them had ever had any intentions to go beyond kissing and touching. After all, at that time, though he’d been spending less time with her, he and Ginny were still together. She’d even encouraged him to pursue his attraction to men, if only to see if he could determine what it was blocking his ability to ejaculate. The idea to try with Draco had formed after the incident with the obsessed fan who’d wanted Harry’s seed to plant a child within him. For some reason, during that time, he had come closer to release than any time before then. Yet, even when he was with Draco afterward, his sex would not do as it should.
Now Harry wondered if it was not the fact that his fan was male, but rather the fact that he’d been in pain when he was being prepared. His wrists and ankles had hurt from the too-tight rope bindings and his lip stung due to being bitten when the man had attempted to kiss him and he’d resisted, and his jaw had been bruised by the man gripping it so hard to keep him from turning away.
He looked over at the door with a smile when he heard it open. He was about to comment on how good Severus was as a butler, but stopped, his breath catching in his throat when he saw the grim expression his Dom wore. “What happened?” he asked, tugging at the bindings on his wrists and ankles as if he could free himself by doing so.
Sighing, Severus sat on the edge of the bed and rested his palm on his submissive’s forearm, not daring to untie him just yet for fear he’d do something stupid. “There was an abduction related to the attack on Miss Weasley.”
Harry’s heart actually seemed to stop beating as he asked in a quiet, strangled voice, “Who?”
“Luna Lovegood-Murakami and her daughter.”
“No …” Harry breathed. “No! No, no, this can’t be happening. I have to find them!” He pulled on the bindings harder and thrashed on the bed, his magic flaring wildly from his core.
Severus quickly cast impervious charms on the bindings to prevent them breaking and raised his voice above the young man’s loud screams of anguish. “Harry. Harry! Be quiet and listen to me. It’s true they were abducted, but they were not held captive long before the Aurors found them. They are safe.”
Panting hard, wrists and ankles hurting from how much he’d been struggling, Harry faced the elder wizard and whispered, “Safe?”
“Yes, safe. Mrs. Lovegood-Murakami’s daughter is with her husband at home under Auror watch and she is in St. Mungo’s being treated for injuries, also under Auror watch.”
“They … hurt her?”
“Yes. They were trying to obtain your whereabouts again since the wards on this house do not allow for any kind of magic to pass through to track you or even locate the area you’re staying in.”
Harry once again started to tug on the bindings, but with a lot less force. “Let me go. I have to see her.”
“No. You will not see her until she is healed. It is too dangerous. Whomever is hunting for your whereabouts will most certainly be watching St. Mungo’s in the hope you will rush in to check on your friend.”
“But Severus-”
“No.”
“She got hurt because of me!”
“She was hurt because whomever is hunting you chose to take her,” Severus said firmly. “You are not at fault, and Mrs. Lovegood-Murakami is safe.”
“But they were after me! I have to do something. I have to! I was an Auror once; I still have the training. I can help the Aurors find them and-”
“And give them exactly what they want by exposing yourself. You will not go after them, Harry, especially with the weakened condition of your body from the months of neglect as well as the atrophy you‘ve experienced in your defensive magic and lack of continued practice in Auror training. Is that understood?”
“No, it’s not understood! I have to g-”
“You will remain here,” Severus interrupted sharply, “no matter if I must keep you tied to this bed. The Aurors would undoubtedly agree with me on this, as would Mrs. Lovegood-Murakami if she were here. Until the case has been solved and the culprits arrested, you must remain out of sight and only venture out if you are with your friends, Lucius, or myself. I will not allow you to put yourself in such danger.”
“It’s my life, Severus!” Harry shouted. “I can bloody well do what I want with it.”
“No, you cannot. You are my submissive. You agreed to this, agreed to obey me. If you are going to be my submissive, you are not going to put yourself in danger like that. Ever. Let the Aurors do their job and let me protect you, as is my duty as your Dominant.”
“These are my friends they’re going after, people who are practically family to me! I can’t just sit back and do nothing while they are being hurt! I won’t!”
“Enough,” Severus said firmly, flicking his wand to remove the cuffs only to then use it to flip the rebellious submissive onto his stomach and cuff him again in the same spread-eagle position. “You agreed to the rules I gave you, and unless you want to back out of this relationship, you will obey those rules. I do not put them in place to cage you, but to prevent harm to your wellbeing and maintain the control you desire of me. However, if you feel you cannot handle abiding by those rules, you may choose to find another Dominant with a different set of rules, after I am convinced it is safe.”
“You’d … hold me here against my will?” Harry asked, turning his head as far as he could to face the glowering Potions master.
“If I must. Understand, Harry, while I am your Dominant and will punish you and pleasure you as a part of our relationship, my duty to you as my submissive is, first and foremost, to keep you safe and well. This is exactly the kind of situation I meant when I told you I would punish you much harsher should you deliberately seek out danger.”
Puzzlingly, the younger wizard’s body seemed to slump in something like relief when he heard that and Severus surveyed him, wondering exactly what was going through his head.
“That’s what you meant by taking care of me,” Harry said in such a slow and soft manner it sounded as if he’d never thought of those words in quite that way.
Severus cocked an eyebrow. “In what way did you think I meant it?”
“I don’t know. I mean … I’ve never had anyone like that, really. Professor Dumbledore took care of me, but only in certain ways. He orchestrated things so I’d be protected—somewhat—but also so that, when the time came, I’d be prepared to face Voldemort and die for the sake of everyone else. My aunt and uncle took care of me—fed me, clothed me, sheltered me—but only as much as they had to-”
“And far less than they should have,” Severus added in a near growl, face dark.
Harry nodded agreement, but didn’t stop to comment. “… and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley took care of me, but they weren’t really there for most of the dangerous things that happened and I only really stayed with them sometimes during the summer, but-”
“You’ve never had someone there to put their foot down and tell you that no, you are not going to go running into danger no matter the reasons you have because it’s too dangerous. You‘ve never had someone older you could rely on to take care of the dangers you and your peers faced.”
“And I’m Harry Potter,” Harry added with a wry twist to his mouth. “I should be able to handle anything after defeating Voldemort, even though that was more because of luck and the help of all my friends. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without them.”
Severus sat down next to his sub and combed his fingers through Harry’s messy black hair. “You want that. You want someone who will tell you no and follow through. You want someone who, when they say no, they mean no, and won’t let you go no matter what you say or do. You want someone who will assure what needs done to protect you, will be done.”
Harry frowned as if to disagree, but then slowly nodded his head. “I didn’t really think about it that way, but … yeah, I guess I do. I mean, I still want to go …”
“But you won’t because I won’t let you.”
“I would if I had my wand.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Severus immediately disagreed.
“I wouldn’t?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
Severus took out his own wand and twirled it between his fingers. “Because to me, you are just Harry, my sub. You are not Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, or the defeater of You-Know-Who. You are just Harry, and just Harry isn’t skilled enough to best me in a duel, nor would I allow you to do so.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, pet, I’m sure.”
“How?”
With a tug to the young man’s hair, the Dom answered with a smirk, “Because of the two of us, who is a master duelist?”
Harry’s bottom lip poked out in something he’d never admit was a pout as he reluctantly answered, “You are.”
“And who was and still is powerful enough to shield his mind from the Dark Lord?”
“You are.”
“And who, between the two of us, has more knowledge of curses and counter curses?” He saw Harry was about to open his mouth and added, “Including Dark curses?”
Now Harry truly was pouting. “You.”
“And who can perform wandless, non-verbal magic using all but the most complicated of magic spells?”
Sullen, Harry answered in a mutter, “You.”
“Indeed.”
Then, thinking back on a few things, Harry raised his head. “But what about my luck?”
Severus gave him a questioning tilt of his chin. “What about it?”
“It has to factor in somewhere. Half the things I did were out of luck, alone.”
Without giving any sort of warning, Severus smacked his hand down on his sub’s ass—hard—causing him to yelp. No doubt it hurt worse because of the break between this spanking and the last ones. “It doesn’t have to do anything. In any case, even if you were to miraculously make it out of those bindings and then out of this room and the house, it’s not as if I wouldn’t know where you’d be going. It’d be a simple thing to go and drag you back.”
“Yes, but-” Then, realizing he had nothing to counter that, Harry looked away from the Dom and shut his mouth.
“But nothing,” Severus answered for him. “You are my sub; you will not be getting away with such dangerous acts anymore. Clear?”
“Yessir,” Harry muttered into the mattress.
“I can’t hear you, boy.”
Harry flinched at that term, reminded too vividly of his uncle using the same term, only in a more derogatory manner and often with some kind of physical violence with it. Nevertheless, he took his mouth away from the mattress and answered more clearly, “Yes, sir.” He cringed when he noticed the intensity of his Master’s eyes on him. Did he say something wrong?
“You don’t like that word,” Severus said.
Rather than relax, Harry tensed up a little more. “Boy?” he clarified in a small voice.
Severus nodded. “You reacted badly as soon as I said it. You have no problem when I call you a good boy, but just boy makes you uncomfortable. I would know why.”
An order. He closed his eyes before answering, “My uncle … he used to call me that. ‘Boy’ … or ‘Freak’ … or just ‘It.’ Being called that just takes me back to then …”
“Flashbacks.”
“Yeah.”
“Very well. I will remember that word is one of your triggers.”
“Triggers?” Harry repeated uncomprehendingly.
“A word or action that sets off a bad reaction in either the submissive or the Dominant, such as a flashback to a bad time or a panic attack or full-blown fight or flight mode. Such triggers often lead to permanent harm to the trust so central to such a relationship as ours, especially if they happen more than once for the same trigger, unless the partners make certain to stay away from them.”
Harry blinked at him as he thought that through. “Do you have triggers?”
“None that I feel would be a problem between you and I, given our relationship status, and Lucius already knows about them.”
“Then … you won’t tell me?”
Severus considered that and the subtle hurt forming in the younger man’s eyes, then petted Harry’s head comfortingly and relented with a small smile, “Too much light, or too much darkness. Knives being used anywhere in my vicinity, other than for chopping ingredients for potions or meals. Any kind of whiskey or beer. Cigar and cigarette smoke. Being told by someone to go and get the belt or to take off my belt—which I don’t wear anymore, so that one isn’t a problem. Having a hand around my throat. Those are my triggers.”
“So … that’s why you kept the Potions classroom dim like that.”
Severus inclined his head. “Yes, that is exactly why, although it does add somewhat of a dramatic effect.”
Harry chuckled, recalling how silent it had been in the Potions classroom whenever Severus walked into the room and shuttered the windows. “Yeah it does.”
“Other than the one, do you have other triggers you can tell me about?” the Potions master asked.
“Er … being closed into a small space like a closet, especially if it’s locked.”
That explained a few of the hard limits he’d seen on the list, Severus thought.
“Having hands waved around my face. Total darkness, though I don’t think that includes blindfolds, since it’s cloth and I know there’s light beyond it. Small dogs.” Severus raised his eyebrows questioningly at the specification and Harry explained, “My uncle’s sister raises bulldogs, and when she came over she’d always bring one or two of them with her. They never cared if they came after me. I was treed by them more than once and usually for quite some time. I also usually ended up being bitten a lot when they were there.”
“No small dogs, then,” the Dom stated. “Lucius and I don’t own any small dogs, but I will remember it in the event it ever crops up.”
“Thanks.”
Severus inclined his head in acknowledgement and asked, “Any others?”
“Well, being cold. And besides ‘Boy,’ ‘Freak,’ and ‘It’ … there’s also being called a bitch. My cousin called me that when he used me in place of a punching bag.”
“And those are all of them?”
“I think so. Those are all that I can think of, anyway. There might be others.”
“Very well. I will remember them.” He paused, his dark eyes once again perusing Harry’s face. “What if, instead of ‘boy,’ I were to use brat.”
Harry smiled a little. “That one’s fine.”
“Brat it is, then,” Severus decided.
“So … when do you think it’ll be safe for me to see Luna?”
“When she has healed and returned home; I will escort you there to visit and then escort you back home to make certain you are protected.”
“But … won’t that inconvenience you? Get in the way of your work?”
“It is not an inconvenience to care for my submissive, Harry, nor would it matter if it interfered with my work. As I work independently and determine my own hours while creating potions, I can change my schedule as I please and any potions that are ruined because of an interruption due to your needs, I can always make again. There is only one of you, and you, pet, will always be my number one priority for as long as you are my sub. That is, for me, what it means to be a Dominant. Total responsibility.”
“Oh …” Harry responded, rather lamely, he thought. “Erm … can you untie me now?”
“Are you still planning to run off to see Mrs. Lovegood-Murakami?”
“No. Like you said, there’d be no point if you’re just going to drag me back here.”
Humming thoughtfully, Severus leaned down to press his lips against the back of Harry’s neck, appreciating the shiver that coursed through the young man’s body at the contact. “No, I don’t think I will. I enjoy seeing you like this. So vulnerable I could do anything to you, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
Harry was aware the older wizard was trying to distract him; nevertheless, his breath hitched at the thought and he shuddered hard when the man’s fingertips stroked down his spine to the waist of his trousers. He buried his face in the mattress, cheeks burning with embarrassment as his cock began to harden for a third time that evening. If the Dom noticed, he didn’t comment and simply continued to trace patterns with his fingertips on Harry’s back—maddeningly soft touches that did nothing but tease his senses with what could be done, but wasn’t being done.
“Severus …” he finally said in a pleading tone.
“Yes pet?”
“S-Stop.”
Severus smirked, well aware of the other man’s problem, and continued gently stroking his skin. “You don’t like it?”
“No, I … I like it just fine. It’s just n-not …”
“Not?” the Dom prompted.
Frustrated, Harry pulled his face up out of the mattress and fixed Severus in a sharp glower, eyes flashing. “Not enough!”
“Not enough?” Severus repeated inquiringly, feigning ignorance. “Not enough what?”
Harry growled and yanked on the cuffs around his wrists. “Damn it, Severus, it’s just not enough! I need more, just … more!”
“I’m afraid ‘more’ will have to wait.”
“What the hell?” Harry demanded, outraged when Severus left the bed and vanished the bindings.
The Dom smirked at him, clearly enjoying himself and the predicament he’d left Harry in. “If I am not mistaken, your friends will be arriving soon. It would not do for them to see you in such an awkward position.”
“You’re a right sadistic bastard,” Harry muttered as he pushed himself to his hands and knees and then sat back on his heels to take stock of himself. His wrists were slightly red from pulling at the cuffs, as were his ankles, his bum prickled in a pleasant way, but it was his chest that was by far the reddest. The tender skin around his nipples prickled and burned while his nipples themselves throbbed with the beating of his heart. He experimentally touched one with the tip of his finger, and hissed at the pain that shot through it. Fingers in his hair brought his eyes up to meet the concerned eyes of his Dom.
“Too much?” Severus inquired in all seriousness.
Emboldened, Harry reached up, wrapped his hand around the back of his Master’s neck, and rose up on his knees to bring their mouths together in a kiss that he hoped conveyed everything he was feeling. In the next moment, he knew it must have, for Severus pushed him down on the bed, pressed their bodies together pelvis to pelvis, and thrust his tongue into his mouth in such a way that immediately had him writhing under the elder wizard, sliding his eager erection up against the hardness Severus had kept to himself.
After several moments of frantic kissing and rutting, Severus drew back, his hands easily finding Harry’s waist to hold his hips down while he retreated and laid his forehead against the middle of his sub’s heaving chest.
“M-Master …” Harry pleaded as he tugged at the man’s clothes in an effort to pull him close again. He didn’t want to stop. Then his wards chimed for a second time that night, and he groaned, knowing it had to be his friends coming to check up on him.
Severus didn’t groan, but his hands did tighten on the younger man’s hips as if, if he could hold him there long enough, his friends would go away and they could remain in their private little bubble as Master and submissive for a while longer. Then he sighed, pushed himself up from the bed, and pulled Harry up with him. With a few quick flicks of his wand, he Glamoured the redness on the young man’s wrists and ankles, though he left his chest alone given it would soon be covered. “Put on your shirt, then I want you to go into the bathroom where you will wash your face with cold water and brush through your hair as best you can.”
Harry’s expression wavered between disappointment and bewilderment, as if he wasn’t sure what he should be feeling.
Severus embraced the other wizard and tucked the dark head under his chin comfortingly. “I’m not leaving until you are better settled, pet. I would normally take time to just hold you and talk if you felt you needed to talk, but given the circumstances, that is not possible this time. However, I will be here for as long as you need me to remain.”
“O-Overnight?” Harry asked, tone wobbling in a way that would have embarrassed him not long ago and still did in some ways.
“If you need me to, I will stay overnight,” Severus answered steadily as he pushed the trembling wizard away a small distance and lifted his chin. “However, there will be no more play and no other sexual contact if I do stay. We are going to take this relationship slowly until we know for sure this is the type of relationship you want.” Harry opened his mouth, but Severus raised his hand. “For sure, Harry. You are very new to this kind of relationship and, though we have done some experimenting in both punishment and play—and you have shown that you respond well to both—there is much more to a D/s relationship than those two facets. Be patient. We are not going to rush this,” he chuckled and ruffled his sub’s hair, “no matter what our hormones are telling us.”
Smiling at that last comment that assured him he hadn’t been the only one losing to his hormones, Harry nodded, buried his face in the other man’s chest one more time, and then inhaled his scent until it filled him up to the point he thought he’d never forget it, even should he wish to do so. He felt a bit off-balance with all that had happened that night and the inevitable conversation he was going to have with his friends about Luna and her daughter, but merely Severus‘ presence helped keep it at a manageable level. When he felt steadier, he left the man’s embrace, pulled his shirt on over his head, and went to the bathroom to do as his Master bade him.
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A/N: So that's that chapter. Hope you all enjoyed! And for those of you who might think it's not in Harry's personality to be so passive about obeying Severus where it concerns his friends being hurt and in danger, don't worry, he's not lost all his foolhardiness or his tendency to act rashly. And, because you guys have all been so wonderfully patient while waiting for the next update, I've decided to add a bonus and post a chapter tomorrow. I will also be replying to reviews tomorrow as I'm rather exhausted right now, so until then, my lovelies!!!
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