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Punish Me	By : Sparrowhawk Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 133350 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 45
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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
- 19
- 20
- 21
All right, here's the third and final chapter I will be posting for now! I thought it would be more, but sadly the next chapter needs some pretty heavy editing due to the fact that I forgot some important details that need to be in there :/ In any case, it's munch time!!! I hope you guys enjoy this update ^_^
Warnings: profanity, an entitled asshole creeper dude, munch stuff, alternative lifestyles, some cute teasing and bantering, a trigger incident, whatever else I may have forgotten, etc, etc, etc.
Chapter Twenty
Harry was a mass of nerves and he fidgeted in his seat at the restaurant in Diagon Alley called the Dragon’s Nest. Severus sat next to him, calm as could be, perfectly at ease with the other people in the restaurant. His hand rested on Harry’s hip possessively, showing others without a doubt Harry belonged to him.
"Relax, pet," Severus chided him gently. "You’re wearing a glamour. No one’s going to know you’re Harry Potter."
"But … all you did was lighten my hair, darken my eyes, and hide my scar. Is that enough?"
"It is. No one will be expecting to see Harry Potter here. If they’re not actively looking for you, they won’t connect your appearance now with Harry Potter. Their minds will only see what they expect to see, which is just another submissive."
Harry smiled sheepishly, comforted by Severus’ confident and grounding demeanor as well as the reassuring words.
"Severus!" a deep voice called, causing Harry to tense.
Severus squeezed his hip reassuringly before answering. "Nicolas, it’s good to see you."
"You, too, my friend, you, too. It’s been a long time since you’ve come to a gathering or event. How have you been? I see you’ve got a new submissive."
Severus turned to Harry and gave him a small smile that made him blush. "Yes, I do, and I’ve been doing very well."
"Awww, he’s adorable!" the man gushed, causing Harry to blush even more. "Would you mind introducing me?"
"Not at all. Pet, this is Nicolas Schulen. Nicolas, this is my submissive, Eren."
They’d decided on Eren as it had no possible connection with Harry’s name - first, last, or middle - thus there’d be very little chance anyone would recognize him.
"It’s nice to meet you, Eren," Nicolas said with a smile.
Harry bowed his head respectfully and replied, "You, too, Mr. Schulen."
"Now, now, none of that! Just call me Nick or Nicolas, whichever you prefer."
"Would you like to sit with us, Nicolas?" Severus inquired, gesturing to the seat across from them.
"Of course, I’d be delighted!"
Harry smiled, immediately put at ease by the man’s laid-back personality and enthusiastic way of talking. This was a man he thought he might be able to become friends with if they were to meet often enough and have the chance to get to know each other.
Nicolas slid into the seat across from them and ordered a glass of water. "Tell me, Severus, how did you come upon this beauty?"
"He came to me for a potion to help him sleep, but he also came with other issues. It was then I noticed his submissive side and invited him to come to me if he needed … help with it."
The other wizard raised a brow, and then chuckled. "I think you mean punishment."
Severus smirked. "Indeed."
"What about you, Eren? What made you decide to take up the offer of this old bat?"
The casual way Nicolas described Severus as a bat startled a giggle from Harry. Wide-eyed, he shot Severus an apologetic look, but the Dom only raised an indulgent eyebrow at him and gestured for him to answer. "I’ve known him for a long time even before going to him for the potion," he explained obediently. "I already trusted him; it wasn’t a stretch to let him take control and help me accept my submissive side."
"Well, that’s a good foundation you’ve got there! You’re a lucky man, Severus."
"I believe I am. And what of you? How is your Alpha?"
Harry blinked and looked from Severus to Nicolas a few moments before asking, "Alpha?"
"Yes. Nicolas is a primal. He identifies with wolves, which have the Alpha and submissive components."
Harry’s eyes widened in surprise. He’d never suspected Nicolas was a submissive! The man was huge! He was taller than even Severus and had a lot more bulk to him - most of it muscle.
Nicolas laughed good naturedly at his obvious shock. "I get that reaction a lot! Being a submissive or Dominant or Alpha has very little to do with size. It’s all in attitude and personality. You should see my Alpha. He’s only a bit taller than you and skinny as a twig. But he has the attitude of an Alpha, strong and proud and doesn’t take shit from anybody, especially from his submissives."
"Submissives? You mean you’re not the only one?"
"Nope. There are five of us; after all, wolves need a pack. I’m the primary submissive - the Alpha’s mate you could call me if you want to speak in wolf terms. I’m the only one who has a sexual relationship with our Alpha, the rest simply follow him as pack members and likely will until they find a mate, or if they find another Alpha or pack they want to join."
"Wow … I didn’t know there was such a thing as primals."
"You’ll learn about quite a few different dynamics in the BDSM lifestyle," Severus told him. "Especially if we continue attending munches and events."
"Seems like you’re pretty new to this," Nicolas commented.
"Er … yeah, I am."
"You’re fortunate to have Severus, then! He’s trained more than a few submissive, and I’ve never seen anyone better … except maybe my Alpha! But he always explains everything and makes sure his submissive is comfortable before he tries anything new. He’s really the ideal Dominant for any submissive new to the lifestyle, and perhaps even for new Dominants who want to learn from him. He’s the one who taught me, actually. He’s also the one who noticed my affinity for the primal dynamic and recommended I find an Alpha rather than a Dominant or Master." He saw Harry’s unsure glance to his Dominant and smiled. "Don’t worry, Eren, there was never any sexual attraction between us. We’re not very compatible. For one, I hate pain, which Severus loves to give. Also, I’m not a bottom."
"But … But you’re submissive!"
Nicolas laughed aloud. "Oh, I like this one, Severus, the way he just says what’s on his mind, it’s adorable and so refreshing! A lot of subs are more subdued about sharing their opinion or admitting they don’t know something." He turned back to Harry with a grin. "There’s a good portion of people who would have you believe that kind of dynamic doesn’t make you truly submissive. But just because I fuck my Alpha doesn’t mean I’m not under his control when I do it. He tells me what to do, how to please him, when to stop, and when to cum. It satisfies both of us."
Harry didn’t know what to say to that. A submissive topping? He’d never thought a Dominant or Alpha or whatever would ever allow their submissive to top. It was just so unexpected to find out they were allowed and, by the sound of it - at least for Nicolas - even encouraged.
"Don’t worry, Eren, you’ll learn all this stuff the more you go to munches, events, and play parties. There’s no ‘one true way’ in this lifestyle. Everyone lives it how they wish as long as they have full and willing consent from their partners."
"So …" Harry asked after a moment of consideration, "how did you meet your Alpha?"
"At a munch like this, actually. I noticed all the people that gravitated toward him and the way they behaved and just knew they were primals. It was a pack of primals that identified with wolves, like me. I was immediately drawn to them. Took me a while to work up the nerve to approach the pack, and especially the Alpha, but I did. The Alpha smiled at me when I approached using the behavior of a submissive wolf in the wild and we just … clicked."
"Speak of the devil, there he is now," Severus informed them.
Harry looked over and knew instantly what Nicolas was talking about. The man oozed dominance, though he was dwarfed by the two other people following him that he assumed must be a couple of the pack members. He had a swagger that showed confidence and pride, but not arrogance, calmness, but not passiveness, assertiveness, but not aggression. Much like Severus and Nicolas, Harry felt calm around him. And, as Nicolas said, he wasn’t very much taller than Harry, himself.
Nicolas stood up when he saw him and immediately bent his head down, then stooped a little more when the alpha male was in front of him and nuzzled under his chin. The man nipped his ear in response and then closed his arm around his waist.
"Forgive me for being late, love," the Alpha said, "we were having a problem with Tiana again. I have a feeling the bitch is going to be an Alpha no matter how much she might wish to be submissive to me."
Bitch, Harry noted, was said with no negative connotation. It was just like Severus calling him a submissive or like someone calling him a man or a woman a woman. It was just what she was - a female of the pack.
Nicolas gave a shake of his head. "Better she learn that now than later. Besides, I think she had designs on you."
"Oh, she did," the Alpha responded with a wicked smirk, "but I quickly disabused her of that notion."
"Alpha," Nicolas said, gesturing toward Harry and Severus, "I believe you know Severus."
The Alpha inclined his head to the Potions master, then followed Nicolas’ gesture to Harry.
"And this is Eren, Severus’ new submissive."
"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eren."
"This is my Alpha," Nicolas continued, "Wes Callahan from the states."
"Nice to meet you," Harry responded, tucking himself comfortably into Severus’ side.
"I’m sorry we can’t stay, but there’s a submissive wolf-inclined primal who wanted to speak to Nicolas and I before the munch ends. Perhaps we can get together another time?"
"We’d enjoy that," Severus answered.
"Then we will see you again, hopefully soon."
"Eren," the Potions master urged, asking the two primals to wait with his eyes. They obliged.
Harry licked his lips, knowing what Severus meant by saying his faux name like that. He stood and bowed. "Thank you for speaking with us; I really enjoyed it and learned a lot. I hope you have a pleasant day, Nicolas, Mr. Callahan."
"You’re welcome, Eren," the Alpha replied with a slight smile, speaking for both him and Nicolas.
They then turned and left and Harry sat back down, sighing when Severus’ hand brushed through his hair with a quiet, "Good boy. What did you think of them?"
"I like them. Their dynamic is interesting."
"Would you be interested in trying it?"
"Is it something you like?" Harry asked in turn.
"That has little bearing on your interest in trying it. It would not need to be sexual. You could even join Wes’ pack for a time to see what you think of it."
"That’s okay?"
Severus gave him an indulgent smile. "Of course it is, pet. I’m not going to restrict what you can try unless it puts you or others in harm’s way."
"And … what if I decide I like it?"
"Then you are perfectly welcome to join Wes’ pack on a permanent basis, though I will still demand much of your time as your Dominant."
"Kay, I’ll think about it."
They sat for a while after that just sipping their drinks and observing the people around them. Harry noticed there were quite a few people who, like Severus and Nicolas, seemed to know each other and tended to gravitate toward each other and form little groups. There were, however, also some people who had apparently come on their own. A couple of those people ended up engaging in conversation, a few others were invited to join other groups, but there were still two Harry noticed that weren’t approached and didn’t attempt to approach anyone else. One was a short, hefty woman he thought might be in her early forties. She kept her head bowed and only met people’s eyes briefly, if at all. He thought she must be really shy. The other was younger, muscular like a man, but dressed like a woman. He/She tried to engage one man in conversation once, but was rebuffed harshly and since then kept to him/herself.
"Sir …?" Harry called tentatively, raising his eyes to see Severus was already looking at him.
"Go on."
"You don’t mind?"
Severus removed his arm and shook his head. "Of course not. I brought you here to mingle with others in alternative lifestyles, pet. It would rather defeat the purpose of coming if I didn’t let you, don’t you think?"
Grinning, Harry pecked his Master on the cheek and near-enough bounded across the room to where the man/woman was sitting with his/her cheek on his/her fist. He quickly pulled himself together, not wanting to give the man/woman a bad impression of him, and called out to him/her, "Hi, mind if I sit?"
The man/woman looked up sharply, obviously startled, but quickly shook his/her head and gestured to the seat across from him/her.
Harry took the seat, belly full of butterflies, but warmed by the instant agreement. "I’m Eren, what’s your name?"
The man/woman chewed his/her bottom lip, then said in a soft, falsetto voice, "Charity."
"That’s a pretty name."
He/She ducked his/her head. "Thank you."
"Hey, er … can I ask you something? I don’t want to offend you or anything, but …"
Charity looked at him sharply, but his/her answer was still polite when he/she said, "I’m a woman who was born into a man’s body."
"Oh! Okay, so I should use she, then." Harry smiled as disarmingly as he could when Charity’s gaze remained suspicious as if she couldn’t decide if he was being sincere or if he was making fun of her. "My brain couldn’t decide between he and she, so I thought I’d ask so I don’t get it wrong," he explained.
Charity’s lips pressed together and, though the suspicion was still there, the look in her eyes softened just a bit. "I see."
"Why are you sitting over here by yourself?" She gave him an incredulous look he thoroughly deserved and he ducked his head sheepishly. "Right, stupid question." He grinned when that brought out a startled laugh. His grin seemed to help her relax, which he was glad to see.
"And what of you, Eren? I thought you came with someone - the tall dark one, right?"
Harry leaned back in the booth opposite Charity and nodded. "Yeah, he’s my Dom. I’m new to this, though, so he thought it’d be a good idea to bring me to this munch thing so I can meet other people and see what different types of relationship dynamics are out there."
"That’s generous of him. It seems like a lot of those in the dominant role don’t like to let their partner ‘wander’ after they’ve secured them."
He shrugged. "That’s Severus, I guess. He’s been in this kinda lifestyle for a long time; maybe that gives him more confidence that his partner won’t stray even if he does let them … er … wander."
"Or perhaps he knows you have feelings for him and wouldn’t think of straying?"
Tilting his head, Harry drew his brows down and had to ask, "What do you mean? I trust him, yeah, and that doesn’t come easy to me so there’s no way I’d allow someone else to take control of me just like that like he does. I admire him and respect him, but I don’t really have those kinds of feelings for him."
Charity’s eyebrows climbed her forehead nearly to her hairline. "You don’t like him?"
"Well … yeah, I like him, but-"
"You don’t think he’s sexy?"
Harry blushed. "Yeah, I do, but-"
"Then of course you have feelings for him!" she concluded reproachfully.
Exhaling sharply, Harry dragged his fingers back through his hair, having not been expecting the conversation to take this turn. "Yeah, okay, but they’re not those kind of … intense feelings that would make me stay with him no matter who came along! I just … he offered and I … I needed someone who could show me how to … how to accept who I am and what I want. He’s just … He’s the one who can do that."
Charity laughed at Harry’s outburst of flustered denial. "All right, hun, if you say so."
He jerked. "H-Hun?!"
She looked down and away. "Sorry, does that … does it bother you?"
Harry floundered for a moment. No one except Severus had ever used pet names like that with him; he wasn’t used to it. But it seemed natural for Charity to use them, even if he was just an acquaintance. He shook his head at her and managed a small smile. "No, no, just surprised me, is all. Never been called ‘hun’ before."
She gave him an equally small smile in return. "You don’t mind if I call you that, then? That’s what just normally comes out when I talk to friends."
Smiling at the thought of being Charity’s friend already, Harry shook his head. "I don’t mind. Would you like to join Severus and I at our table? I can introduce you."
The woman’s dark blue eyes darted to the table Harry had come from and eyed the dark-robed man sitting there with his arms crossed and his eyes closed as if he were meditating or very deep in thought. "Are you sure he wouldn’t mind? I mean …" she gestured awkwardly at herself, indicating her man’s body, but feminine way of dressing.
"I’ll kick him if he says anything rude," Harry promised her with a wink. "I doubt you have anything to worry about, though. He might look grumpy and act kinda scary sometimes, but he’s actually a really accepting person."
Standing, he offered her his hand - something he used to do with Ginny when they went out and just came naturally to him now when it came to women. She took it with a smile that shone so brightly he had a hard time understanding why people wouldn’t want to get to know her better. She, like Draco, had a good sense of fashion. The feminine touches weren’t too bold or garish, not designed to completely mask her male body. That told him she wasn’t really ashamed of having a man’s body, just uncomfortable with it.
Severus opened his eyes when they reached the table he sat at, proving that although he had his eyes closed he was not unaware of the goings on around him.
"Severus, this is Charity," Harry said, trying to gauge the Dom’s reaction to his new friend, but having little luck. He was just too practiced in keeping his emotions hidden. "Charity, this is my Dominant, Severus Snape."
Charity’s eyes widened minutely. "Oh … oh, I didn’t recognize you, but you’re that …"
"Yes, I am that Severus Snape," Severus responded, an eyebrow raised.
"Eren," she said, turning accusing eyes on Harry, "you didn’t tell me your Dominant was the Severus Snape, one of the heroes of the war."
"Er …" He gave her and Severus both a sheepish look. He’d forgotten others might recognize Severus as a hero … or a villain, depending on the way they viewed the war with Voldemort. " … surprise?"
Severus snorted and then gestured to the seat across from him. "Please sit down, Charity. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Likewise," Charity replied, offering her hand, which Severus shook an instant later, before taking a seat.
Harry breathed out a quiet sigh and slid into the seat next to his Dom, accepting the arm that wrapped around his waist and the hand that landed on his hip and only blushing when Charity gave them a pointed look.
"Would you like anything to drink?" Severus offered, gesturing to the menu at the center of their table.
"Just water, thank you."
Severus signaled a nearby waitress and ordered water for three.
"Tell me, Charity," Severus prompted unexpectedly, "are you in a relationship?"
She lowered her eyes. "No, not right now. I was, but … it didn’t work out. He couldn’t bring himself to be with a transgender in more than a platonic way."
"I see. That is unfortunate. Are you a submissive?"
"A switch."
"Switch?" Harry interjected, head tilted.
"Someone who switches between the dominant and submissive roles," Severus explained.
"They can do that?"
He chuckled. "Yes, pet, they can. As I’ve told you, there is no set way in this lifestyle. Why? Does it interest you?"
Harry thought about that a moment before shaking his head. "No, I don’t think so. I’m more comfortable being a sub than I would be in your position."
"That’s good to know."
The younger man got a sly look on his face. "Why? Would that make you feel threatened? After all, you are a virgin arse."
Severus twisted the brat’s ear in reprimand for the comment, but there was a smile at the corners of his lips. "Language, Eren."
"Pretty sure I’m speaking English, sir," Harry replied cheekily.
The Potions master twisted a little harder. "You know very well what I mean."
Harry winced. "Okay, ow. Got it, sir. Watch my language."
Charity laughed a little at the exchange. "You two are a good match."
Severus released his ear and murmured, "Indeed." He paused to sip at his water. "Might I ask what you do for a living?"
"I’m a lounge singer at a nearby bar."
"A singer?" Harry inquired interestedly. "I want to hear you sing."
Charity actually blushed. "I-I’m not very good."
"I’m sure you’re better than you think," Harry asserted with a smile. "Can I come see you sometime?"
"I suppose … if you like."
"When do you sing at the bar?" Severus asked.
"Friday and Saturday nights."
"Perhaps we will drop by next week, then, our schedules permitting."
"What do you two do for a living?"
"I am the Potions teacher at Hogwarts," Severus answered. "But Eren’s occupation needs to remain a secret."
"Ah … is he very well known?"
Harry tensed.
"A fair bit."
"All right, that’s understandable."
"It’s not unusual for someone to keep such things secret in this lifestyle," Severus explained to him, noting his tenseness. "There are many for whom, if such knowledge got out, it would be detrimental to their lives - whether in their occupation or family situation. I am well known to be in this lifestyle, however, so it does not matter that I give away a few personal details."
Harry nodded and breathed a bit easier after that.
"It’s the same for me," Charity acknowledged. "Those that really mattered accepted me for who I am. I don’t regret my decision to come out as transgender and kinky. It’s rather freeing, actually."
Frowning, Harry thought on that and wondered what would happen if he came out as a submissive to Severus as well as being bent. Hermione would surely find it appalling. Ron, though … he wasn’t sure, nor could he say how the rest of the Weasley family would react to the revelation."
"You are under no obligation to expose yourself, pet," Severus murmured reassuringly. "We can keep it just between you, me, Lucius, and the friends who already know."
Charity blinked at the name of Lucius, but didn’t react beyond that. It was well known Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy were partners, so it wasn’t at all surprising to her.
"Are you in a relationship with him, too?" she had to ask.
Harry flushed and quickly shook his head. "No, no, I’m not. I don’t think I could handle it right now, even if I wanted it, which I’m not sure that I do."
Charity hummed in acknowledgement of that, but didn’t comment on it further. She finished off her water and then stood. "Well, it’s been lovely chatting with you, but I need to be heading home. I usually sleep in the afternoon since I work nights, but I decided coming out to a munch would be a nice change of pace and, since I met you two, it turned out that it has been. I look forward to getting to know you better, Eren."
"Me, too," Harry said, also standing. He bowed a bit. "Thank you for talking with me. I hope you sleep well."
"Thank you, Eren. Goodbye. Goodbye, Severus."
"We’ll see you when we drop by the bar," Severus assured her. "I believe you’ll be a good friend to Eren and, as his Dominant, I’d also like to get to know you better."
She smiled at him. "All right." Then, with a small wave, she left.
"She’s nice," Harry commented. "I hope she can find a partner."
"I’m sure she’ll eventually find someone who can accept and care for her the way she deserves."
"Yeah."
"Now, why don’t you order something to eat while I use the restroom."
Harry scooted out of the booth to let Severus up and nodded. "Sure. Is there anything you want?"
"The halibut and chips with a side of salad. And don’t forget to order some vegetables for yourself."
"Yes, sir," Harry replied, rolling his eyes at the reminder.
Severus tapped his forehead. "Don’t roll your eyes at me, brat. I know you sometimes eat nothing but sweets in the evening."
Harry flushed at being caught out. "Sorry."
"Vegetables."
He nodded. "Yes, sir."
With a parting kiss to his forehead, Severus left.
Opening the menu, Harry browsed the lunch and dinner specials. Something with vegetables, something with vegetables, something with vegetables …
There was vegetable soup. But Harry didn’t want something that was completely made of vegetables.
Sandwiches with lettuce and tomato and a side of fries, but no, he didn’t really want that, either.
Breaded chicken breasts with potatoes and corn? No, he didn’t feel like having chicken or potatoes. The corn would be fine, but he didn’t want to order a whole meal just to eat corn.
Then he spotted a steak dinner and knew that was just the thing he was craving. It had the steak - a huge one that made his mouth water - corn, which he’d wanted from the chicken breast meal, and some type of jell-o mixed with fruit. He thought it was a meal his Master would approve and started to raise his hand to call a waitress over when a man stopped in front of him.
"Hi there," he said with a friendly smile. "Mind if I sit?"
Chewing the inside of his cheek, Harry nodded. This might be an opportunity for him to learn more about the lifestyle. Unlike Charity and Nicolas, he thought this man was probably a Dominant.
"Thanks. My name’s Calvin, what’s yours?"
"Eren."
"You ordering?" he asked, gesturing to the menu Harry had just set on the tabletop.
Harry thought that was obvious, but nodded anyway.
"You should try the tomato and basil pasta, then."
"I was actually going to get the st-"
"Waitress!" the man called Calvin said with a raised hand. A waitress quickly came over to attend to them. "The tomato and basil pasta with …" he pursed his lips and stared at Harry as if he could find out what he wanted if he just looked at him hard enough, "the mixed vegetables and a side of fisheye salad for my friend here."
The waitress gave a smile and strode away before Harry could object, and he ground his teeth together. This guy was rather pushy.
Then he took a deep breath. It wouldn’t hurt anything to keep talking for a bit. Maybe he was just used to ordering for the people he met with.
"So, you’re a submissive?"
Harry startled. "Er … yeah. How’d you know?"
"Saw you sitting with the dark guy. Seems pretty possessive, the way he was gripping you."
A knot grew in Harry’s belly at what seemed a slight against Severus. "I don’t mind," he defended.
The man folded his hands on the table and leaned forward. "You don’t? You like that kind of possessiveness, then?"
He looked away, growing more and more uncomfortable with the man’s questions. "Erm …"
"You know, there are other Dominants out there. Ones that would let you have more freedom."
Harry’s brows lowered. "Like you?"
"Well …" Calvin shrugged and gave him a cocky grin, "I did learn from Master Dominic. He’s one of the best. Best trainer, best Master. Everyone knows him."
"Never heard of him."
"Shame. He’d have you trained in a day."
"Excuse me?"
"But, since I’ve been trained by him, I can train you. Of course, it might take me longer. I’m not quite as experienced as he is. He has almost thirty years. Me? I’ve got twelve. Still, that’s a pretty impressive amount, don’t you think?"
Harry wanted to say that no, he didn’t think so, but the waitress had returned with the meal he didn’t want and he really didn’t know how many years were considered impressive. Besides, it was a moot point. Severus had been practicing much longer than this guy and Harry had no interest in being "trained" by anyone else. He didn’t have the trust in others that he had in Severus.
Calvin leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head once the waitress left. "You can start by calling me Master."
"Not on your life," Harry hissed, standing.
"Ah, come on, cutie. You know you like it. You like having someone in control, and I’ll be much better than that dark guy. Seriously. I bet he doesn’t even fuck you like you deserve. I’ll have you screaming and crying and begging me to cum all night long. I’ll whip your ass and make you choke on my cock, then I’ll fuck you raw, hard, and fast, just like you want."
Harry’s lip curled, his temper flaring. "Fuck you! You have no idea what I want."
"Of course I do. I’m a Dominant. I can just tell. You have this … vibe about you. Now, do what I say. That’s what any good submissive would do."
Harry paused at that. Was that what a good submissive would do? But he wasn’t this man’s submissive. He was Severus’ sub. He didn’t want to submit to anyone else.
"I’m not yours."
"You will be," the man countered, then he placed both hands on the table, stood, and leaned forward until he was looming over Harry with a dangerous gleam in his sharp blue eyes. "Now get on your fucking knees, bitch."
Harry flinched at that term, said in such a negative and derogatory way - unlike the way Wes Callahan had used it to describe the woman in his pack. His mind flashed back to Dudley pounding on him, calling him a bitch and a freak and every other derogatory name under the sun.
He trembled. "No …"
"What did you just say?" Calvin demanded in a loud voice. "You better do what I say. You don’t wanna know what I’m gonna do to you if you don’t."
"No!"
"You little-"
He reached across the table and Harry shrank back, forgetting in his flashback of Dudley that he wasn’t helpless, that he had his wand sitting in the holster attached to his forearm and he could use it without repercussion in the wizarding establishment.
"Oi!" someone called, slapping the man’s hands away from him and pushing him back into his seat. "He said no."
Startled by the sudden rescue, Harry looked up with wide eyes to see a woman standing there in tight black leather pants, blood red high heel boots, and a black and red corset that showed off her ample breasts. Her face was angular but beautiful with full red lips, high cheekbones, and fierce brown eyes. She looked to him like an avenging guardian angel.
"Get the hell out of the way, you cunt. This isn’t any of your damn business. I’m his Dominant-"
"Like hell you are," she cut in with a sneer. She gestured to the choker around Harry’s neck. "He’s clearly owned. That choker’s as good as a collar."
"That other Dominant doesn’t know what in Morgana’s name he’s doing."
That seemed to be it for the woman’s patience. "You have ten seconds to get away from him before I put you down like the filthy dog you are."
"As if a girl could do anything to me."
"Ten," the woman started to count, ignoring him. "Nine."
"Oooh, you’re scaring me now!" Calvin taunted.
She simply continued to ignore him, counting down as calmly as if he was a naughty toddler. "Eight. Seven. Six."
Harry saw her hand slide behind her. He assumed there was a pocket back there that she kept her wand in.
"Five."
"You think you’re a Domme, but I know you for what you really are. You’re a sub, you just need a firmer hand to teach you your place."
"Four."
His voice slid into a purr that made Harry’s skin crawl. "I can train you to love being on your knees. You’d be such a good little slut."
"Three."
"Are you fucking listening to me?"
"Two."
He finally seemed to realize she wasn’t kidding and drew his wand, but it was too late. In less than a second the woman had her wand trained on him. He froze.
"One," she finished. She flicked her wand in a complicated pattern, shooting a light blue thread of magic at the man’s chest that lifted him from his seat, dragged him to the door of the restaurant, and booted him out.
Harry didn’t know what spell she’d used, but he soon heard a yell of pain, followed quickly by another, and another, and another before hurried footsteps signaled the man’s retreat, though his yells continued until he was out of hearing range. Sighing, Harry slumped against the back of the booth.
"Are you all right, green eyes?" the woman asked, her face softening with concern.
He drew in a shaky breath and attempted a smile that he wasn’t sure he quite pulled off. "Yeah, I’m okay."
"Where’d your Dom go? It’s irresponsible of him to leave you alone."
"He just went to use the restroom."
"Ah," she nodded, "I suppose he can be excused then, though I would suggest going with him in the future to prevent any more unpleasant encounters with retarded Doms like that. That or learn to stick up for yourself better and learn spells that can help you take out the trash."
Harry let out a strained laugh, "Yeah, I’ll do that. But was it okay that you did that?"
"Oh, it’s fine," she replied with a smug smile. "I own the place, so I can kick out whomever I please and make sure they can’t come back." She lightly touched his hand and gave him a sympathetic smile when he flinched. "You poor thing, he triggered you, didn’t he? You’re shaking like a leaf."
Sucking in a deep breath, he responded bravely, "I’ll be okay."
"No, you won’t. You need care … and sugar. You’re in shock." Before he could protest that he was not in shock, she had raised her hand for a waitress’ attention. "Orange juice, please."
"Anything else?" the waitress asked, jotting the order down on a small notepad.
"No, just that."
"Be right back, then."
The woman then slid into the seat across from him as if she had every right to be there telling him how he was feeling and tossed her sleek black hair over her shoulder. "My name’s Crysta."
"Eren," he grumbled. Despite his discontent with her highhandedness, though, he felt himself bowing his head. He didn’t know what a Domme was, but he figured it must be the female counterpart of a Dominant man. And he was submitting to her.
No, he thought, not submitting. I only submit to Severus.
"Drink," she said, startling him as she slid a glass of juice under his nose that the waitress had brought over without him noticing.
He did. Once it hit his tongue, his eyes widened and his hands began to shake even more; he felt light headed, and his throat seemed suddenly parched. Maybe he was in shock, after all.
"There’s a good boy."
"Eren?" he heard his Master’s voice call to him.
He looked up with big eyes, stood up quickly, and wrapped his arms around his Dominant’s waist, tucking his head under his chin. A big hand landed on his head.
"What’s wrong? Is this woman bothering you?"
Harry shook his head. "She helped me."
"Helped in what way?"
"He was being harassed by a creeper; I got rid of him," Crysta cut in. "You should take better care to prepare your sub for these things or take him with you if you go somewhere."
Severus set up a quick privacy spell and a notice-me-not charm that encompassed him, Harry, and Crysta before sitting down and pulling Harry onto his lap. "I’m sorry for leaving you alone, pet, and neglecting to warn you."
"You couldn’t have known," Harry mumbled.
"But I do know," the Dom responded honestly. "I’ve seen it happen more than once, both at munches and play parties. I should have known better."
"Yes, you should have," Crysta reprimanded, head high and arms folded under her ample breasts. "Now I suggest you take him home, give him plenty of aftercare, and get him to eat something - preferably something with a lot of sugar."
Harry almost expected Severus to protest being ordered around, but all the Dom did was bow his head to her and say, "I will, have no fear. Thank you for intervening on my behalf."
She simply nodded and turned away to go back to whatever she’d been doing before kicking out the asshole Dom.
"Do you want to take that with you?" Severus asked, gesturing to the meal set out on the table before Harry.
Harry shook his head. "Not mine. Don’t want it."
Severus nodded and led him out of the restaurant.
They arrived in Harry’s quarters soon after that and Severus immediately wrapped him in a blanket, set him on the sofa in the sitting room, then called a house elf to get Harry something sugary. That came in the form of a plate piled high with chocolate glazed pastries covered in sprinkles and a steaming mug of butterbeer. The warm drink, food, sugar, and especially the chocolate helped him feel a lot better, not to mention Severus’ presence beside him, his arm wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close.
Once he’d finished as many of the pastries as he could stomach as well as his mug of butterbeer, Harry sighed and snuggled closer to Severus’ warm body. "Thank you, sir. I feel much better now."
"I’m glad to hear that."
"I didn’t eat any vegetables," Harry said slowly.
"You’ll eat them with dinner. I’ll have the house elves bring whatever it is you wanted to order from the restaurant."
Harry sat up and looked into his Dominant’s dark eyes with a serious face. "Besides the last part, I really liked going to the munch. It was interesting to meet Crysta, Charity, and Nicolas and Wes. Can we … Can we go again sometime?"
"Of course we can, pet."
And Severus petted his head and held him for a long time after that until he was all the way calmed down, no longer in shock, and had fallen asleep with an exhausted sigh.
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A/N: Well, that's all for now, folks! I really hope you all enjoyed it and please remember that it is not as finely gone over and edited as it would be normally and that I am, myself, pretty new to the BDSM lifestyle and in no way know everything there is to know about it, so suggestions and constructive criticism is very much welcome! Thank you all for reading and for being such awesome people ^_^ Going to have review replies up soon, either tonight or very, very early tomorrow morning.
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