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A Dream Of Reality	By : Daniexpress Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She watched as his long, skilled fingers flew across the strings, caressing them, stimulating them, doing things most people would like to do with their own bodies. He urged and teased the music, taking the listener on an audio roller coaster until finally, with panting and thrusting of his hips, he shut his eyes, threw back his head and tweaked his guitar to an electronic orgasm.

She pursed her tender lips and stared as the audience roared its tribute. Though she had little taste for his contemporary music, she recognized his skill and talent. She’d enjoyed his dabblings in the Blues but not enough to follow his work because of it. No, she had no interest in his talent. But his eyes, those obsidian eyes, that was another story.

Though she wasn’t a reporter, she had wrangled a press pass from an old college friend. He had at first thought she might be coming around to his way of thinking, that there was no money to be made writing fiction. She had placated the friend, feigning an interest in writing for his local music publication. Really she was only interested in fueling her fantasy. Indulging her taste for men of a certain type. The musician suited her particular requirements nicely.

Long, slick, black hair fell around his narrow face. Pale skin only accentuated his dark eyes. His tall, lanky frame was customarily draped in black. And his fingers, they were an important element of the fantasy. Strong, long and tapered, obviously skilled and tantalizingly dexterous, she imagined the rough calluses on his fingertips and how they must feel on sensitive skin.

His personality might fit as well. Despite his loud, sometimes harsh sounding music, the man had a reputation for being quiet and non-communicative. As with many celebrities, rumors about his sexual escapades were widespread. If they were to be trusted, his tastes ran toward the slightly sadistic, though he’d never been accused of hurting anyone who hadn’t begged for it, literally. She hoped she hadn’t been misinformed.

She knew it was naive to search for a lover in hopes he would emulate her fantasy. The one she wanted didn’t exist, except in the minds of those who wrote and read his stories. Even in those stories, he rarely existed as the same man twice. Sometimes tender, sensitive, and angst riden. Sometimes sadistic and cruel, nothing more than the story book bad guy, a tool to move the plot along. He had been given so many attributes both expected and unexpected, that he seemed to grow and evolve, capable of surprising her with both new and clichéd revelations. He was now much more than he was created to be. Like Pinochio, he had become almost real, and escaped his creator to play with the naughty children.

The crowd screamed as the musician removed the guitar from his slick body and placed it in the stand. As he exited the stage, she stepped up to him, meeting his eye. He glanced at her appraisingly and she imagined she saw approval in his eyes, before he spotted her press pass. ‘No interviews.’ where his only words as he brushed past. She certainly wasn’t going to be deterred that easily.

She followed him into his dressing room, shutting the door behind them. The musician regarded her with irritation as she made a show of dropping her notepad, pen, and tape recorder in the wastepaper basket. ‘I’m not bugged.’ She teased, as she unbuttoned her blouse. Approaching him slowly, she held his dark gaze. ‘You’re free to search me. In fact, I recommend it.’

He pulled her to him roughly, hands grabbing her hair, and kissed her hard. He sucked her lower lip somewhat painfully. As she opened her eyes, she saw his liquid black eyes judging her, watching her reaction to his treatment. The rapid breathing against his m and and passionate hands against his chest confirmed for him that she would indeed make a nice plaything tonight.

He stood, taking her by the upper arm and led her out of the auditorium to his waiting limo. After a short, groping, drive, they were at his hotel. He was sweaty and uncomfortable from his show and first, wanted nothing more than a shower. Ignoring her, he stripped on his way to the bathroom. Again, she followed him.

As he stood in the steamy waterfall, she quickly removed her clothes and stepped into the mist. Dropping to her knees, she kissed his navel. She caressed her cheek across his hip as his hands laced in her hair. Sliding her pointed tongue down his wet thigh, she came back up between his legs, landing her open mouth on his dripping cock. Looking up to his face, needing his eyes, she nursed his semi-hard shaft into a strong erection.

Watching him look down at her was thrilling. The serious look in his eyes, the lip curled in wicked desire, in her mind he was becoming Snape.

The Pseudo-Snape played his part well. He pulled her up by her arms. Holding her shoulders, he stepped her out of the shower. Standing behind her, he turned her toward the mirror, pulling her elbows to meet behind her back. Full breasts jutted high as he held her arms in one hand. Looking over her shoulder at their reflection, the man who was now Snape pinched one nipple, and then the other, teasing them into two puckered peaks. Pressing against her as he reached, he retrieved the belt from his discarded jeans on the counter.

At first she thought he might hit her with it as he pushed her forward, bending her over the cold, marble counter. Instead, he wrapped the belt around her arms and fastened it. She watched his reflection as he stepped back from her, admiring his handiwork, or her ass, she couldn’t tell which. Stepping closer again, he smoothed his hand over the inverted heart of her backside. Squeezing and stroking, he explored her ass. Sliding fingers lightly along the cleft and cupping the bottom. He let his fingers slip between her legs but never actually touched her where she wanted it most. She shifted her weight anxiously, eager for his fingers, but he pulled his hand away. He hovered over her, so close she could feel his warm aura. Then, suddenly, came a moderate slap on her cheek. Enough to feel, to leave a pink handprint decorating her white skin, but not enough to hurt. No, just enough to titillate

She reacted by raising her head high, lifting breasts and shoulders off the countertop. The movement brought his attention to her upper torso. Again he wanted to tease and torture those nipples.

Grabbing the belt around her arms, he pulled her upright, against his naked chest and firm cock. She instinctively pressed back as his arm came around, roughly grabbing a breast. He pushed the soft flesh up harshly and told her to lick. Bending her head slowly, she reached with her wet tongue, and teased her own nipple with it. His fingers moved to her wet hair, brushing it away from her face as she continued to do as she’d been told.

She felt his words as he breathed in her ear. ‘Delicious slut.’

Unexpectedly, he bent, grabbing her knees. With her arms behind her, she was unstable, as he lifted her in his arms. She had no choice but to lean into him and let him take her where he would. And of course he would, to his bed. He placed her down gently on the edge of the bed. Standing before her, he only tilted his hips forward to let her know what he wanted.

Watching him, she licked her lips and brought them down in a soft, wet kiss on the head of his cock. He held it for her, aiming for her mouth. She dared to tease him a bit, dragging her cheek across the shaft before bringing her open mouth across the top. Closing her lips around it tightly, she plunged her mouth down on him, making him gasp. She brought her mouth up, smiling as she ran her slick tongue up and down the shaft. Lowering her mouth, she nuzzled his balls.

Her Snape seemed to see the value releasing her hands. Leaning over her, he unfastened the belt. As he did, she continued to kiss and lick at his hip and waist. Then he was standing again, his lengthy shank before her once more. Running a hand over the saliva slicked penis, she pumped him into her mouth. Pulling her head back a bit, she watched her hand work his hard tool. When she saw that first bubble of precum rise to the surface, she looked up, wanting him to watch as she glossed her lips with it. Sliding the tip along her lips, as though she were applying lipstick, she flicked her tongue lasciviously.

Watching her lewd display, he growled his approval as he turned her and pushed her forward. He put a knee on the bed behind her and she felt his hand slide down her spine, pushing her face down. Quickly, his fingers explored her dripping folds, testing her wet hole. She reacted to his hands immediately, rocking to meet his plunging digits as he alternately squeezed, caressed and smacked her hot bottom. He could tell she was about to cum. Just as she was about to erupt, he commanded her to stop.

The word confused her lust-fevered mind. She hesitated, swallowing air, trying to understand what he’d just told her.

‘Not yet slut.’

She groaned in protest and he pulled his fingers from her. Leaning over her menacingly, he held her lightly but firmly as he hissed in her ear. ‘No one gave you permission to cum.’

He worked one knee , and then the other, between her legs. Nestling himself between her swollen lips, he smirked. ‘A bit over eager are we?’ He teased her clit with the head of his cock and she groaned in desperation.

‘Now, lets be clear. For the moment, I own you. You’re mind and your body belong to me.’ He continued to tease as he spoke, slipping a hand between her legs and pinching her clit. ‘You will cum when I tell you and not before. If you’re a good little slut for me, I’ll let you come back. If not, you can leave now.’

‘No.’ She cried.

He smirked, raising an eyebrow. ‘No?’

Realizing her mistake, she corrected herself. ‘Please, Sir, No. I don’t want to go.’

Lowering his head to her breast he sucked the pale mound viscously, leaving a dark mark. The love bite both hurt and excited.

‘A reminder.’ And with that, he thrust himself fully into her.

He fucked her hard and fast. Pumping into her as she shoved her hips forward to meet his thrusts. At odd strokes, he would grind himself into her, keeping her off balance, never quite getting into a rhythm. She clutched at his back, sure she was leaving angry scratches on his white skin but he didn’t seem to notice. He was focused only on her face. Staring at her with those black eyes. Watching her come so close, enjoying her struggle to hold back.

Finally, he wanted it for himself, the feeling of her orgasm fluttering over his cock. He needed to feel her muscles clench on him again and again, milking every last drop of spunk he had to offer. He told her so with a word, and it worked wonderfully.

‘Now.’ He said, and he felt her react immediately.

He felt her contact around him. Felt her body stiffen. Felt her surrender her control at his command. And as she did, he came.

Half an hour later, he was curled around her, asleep.

Moving gently, trying not to wake him, she reached for her purse. From it she pulled a few folded pages of computer paper. Settling back down in the musician’s arms, she read. And in her mind, she shared loving pillow talk with her fictitious lover
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