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UnBroken	By : OddDoll Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Unbroken
By Odd Doll
Chapter 34
Phoebe raised her head to look into his dark eyes. They both paused there, the world still silent around them, and then Severus lowered his head to press his lips to hers. He tasted like chocolate. For a minute they explored each other, kissing softly. Severus kissed with the same quiet intensity he did everything, the same focus. Phoebe's arms moved to encircle him, the cool linen of his shirt beneath her hands. His gathered her to him confidently, as if he knew exactly what he wanted.
Content there, they simply held each other and kissed. When Severus's lips moved to her jaw, and then her neck, she sighed softly. "Severus."
He raised his head, took her mouth again briefly, and pulled back. "I want to go to bed with you, Phoebe."
"You don't want to take it slow? Savor it?"
He smiled, realizing her answer meant yes. "I'll still savor it."
But she wanted to kiss him more. Either he was a natural, or somewhere, somehow, this lonely man had learned how to kiss. "More kissing first."
"Inside. I, er..."
He had an erection. Phoebe laughed softly and nipped his jaw. "All right. How old are you? Fifteen?"
"Don't tease. Please."
"It wasn't meant to be mean."
His eyes clouded over. "I know I'm not the type of man women look for, but it will be...pleasant for both of us."
"Pleasant? If that's the most you can hope for, you've been doing it wrong." She rose to her feet and held out a hand for him. "Come, Severus, let me show you how mind-blowingly pleasant sex can be."
He took her hand, and she kept it as he trailed behind her up the slope to their home. "When I'm through with you, you won't remember your own name. You'll be speaking in tongues. You are going to build a shrine to worship my womanhood."
"I can think of better ways to worship it."
She chose to take him to her own room. For a few seconds they faced each other before Severus took the hem of her sweater and gently pulled it over her head. Her shirt followed. He brushed his hands over her white satin bra, then moved to her waist, caressing the warm skin there. The button and zipper of her jeans came next. She kicked off her shoes and he slid her jeans down to the floor.
She started to speak, but he held one long slim finger over her lips before kissing them once, so she began on the buttons of his shirt. They parted beneath her fingers, revealing the white t-shirt he wore beneath. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and down, to let it fall to the floor, and removed the rest of his clothing with equal care.
When they stood in their undergarments, Severus played his hands over her skin, moving from hips to waist to breasts.
"It's chilly today," she said. "Let's get under the covers." He nodded and she turned her back to him. "Undo my bra." It came loose and she turned back to him, arms crossed over her chest, holding the garment to her. He pulled on each arm in turn, letting the bra down, and stared at her breasts.
"You have a generous body," he said. He saw her expression and added, "Not fat. Not at all. Just full in all the right places."
Severus turned out to be a man who knew what he wanted. Phoebe let go of the reins in a way she only did with her most intimate lovers -- Michael, or even Phil. When Severus pushed her back onto the bed, she let him, allowing him to set the pace and choose to spend many long minutes touching and stroking her body, making the moment his. It was as if he had never seen a woman before, although he obviously had.
The palm of his hand flowed over her stomach to cup her breast, thumb stroking over the nipple before he moved on to her neck and the curve of her jaw. He held it there as he settled down beside her and kissed her again. Phoebe returned his kisses, but otherwise lay still, patient, enjoying the obvious admiration in his eyes. She was used to lustful looks, but this tenderness happened so rarely.
Gradually his lips moved to her neck, and then her breasts, and Phoebe began began to move with him, returning his caresses. Her hips moved restlessly beside him and she removed his remaining clothing as he removed hers. When he sprang free, large and ready, she took him in her hand.
"No, Phoebe. It's been a long time. I won't last long enough if you do that."
She laughed softly. "I don't get around much anymore, either."
"But..."
"Later. Touch me there." She guided his hand to her mound.
Severus's slender hands were deceptively large, long fingers reaching into her most intimate places. They never paused, never let up as his mouth moved from neck to breast to lips and back again. Phoebe held on, fingers digging into his shoulders and he brought her higher and higher until she climaxed into a burst of velvet darkness. A moment later Severus rolled her onto her back and entered her, seeking his own pleasure in the warm depths of her body.
The world came rushing back. She looked up at Severus's smug little smile, and she smiled in return, slightly awed at what she had done to him. This broken man, so confident now, so happy.
"Make me come again, Severus."
He lowered himself to his elbows, inhaling the strawberry scent of her hair. "Will that be a tall order?" he asked, his voice silky in her ear.
She felt the fullness of him, the pleasure building as he slid smoothly inside her. "No, I don't think so."
He kept up a steady rhythm, gradually faster as Phoebe began to moan. She raised her hips to drive him deeper and her nails scraped his back, and when she groaned and came, he came with her, saying her name.
They rested there a minute, breathing heavily, until he rolled to one side. Both smiled at the same time.
"That was pleasant," Severus said. She punched him weakly in the chest, but laughed.
They lay quietly for some time. Phoebe only moved to fetch the covers from where they had fallen to the floor, and then they both dozed, neither having slept well over the last several days. Later they rose for a late lunch and then returned to the bedroom to make love again.
*****
Severus and Phoebe remained close to the cottage for the next several days, only leaving it to buy food. For some strange reason, the Muggle clothing no longer disturbed him and he accompanied her to the market on their one foray into town. Walking through the aisles, looking at mounds of colorful fruits and shelves of cans and boxes, he realized how he had isolated himself over the last few months. There was a world here that he was finally free and healthy enough to see.
He pointed out his favorite meats and fish, the tiny new potatoes that came in a can, and fresh asparagus, things he had never bothered to mention to Phoebe. Phoebe looked at him strangely at one point, when he expressed a fondness for pickled cabbage, but only smiled and gave in to his every wish.
*****
"The Amazon, Phoebe." She lay with her head on his shoulder on their third night together.
"You mentioned that before. Couldn't we go someplace more civilized? I'm a hot shower kind of gal."
"Yes, you certainly are, and you smell like strawberries afterward." He rubbed his face against her hair. "You said 'we.'"
"Mmm-hmm. I wouldn't mind traveling with you. When this is all over."
He sighed. As much as he would like to roam, Severus well knew he had a price on his head and a mission to fulfill. "I have something I need to take care of. I'm ready now."
"You're joining the fight?"
"Do you want to?"
"Do you?" she asked, evading his question.
"Dumbledore gave me a mission."
"What?"
"It's secret."
She remained quiet for a moment. "If you can't tell me, then fine, I guess." He could tell by her voice that it was only a little fine.
"I need to see a woman named Minerva McGonagall. She was the assistant headmistress at Hogwarts, and a member of the Order of the Phoenix."
"You told me about her. She was a friend."
"As much as anybody was my friend," he said, hearing the tight bitterness in his voice.
"Hey." She poked him lightly with a fingertip. "I'm your friend."
"Yes, I think you are." He squeezed her. "When I see her, if I'm ready, I'll tell both of you at the same time."
They lay quietly in the dark for a few minutes. Severus supposed that after refusing to tell his secret the timing wasn't right, but curiosity got the better of him.
"Phoebe, why did you become a dominatrix?"
She sighed a little and sat up, still pressed against his side. "You really want to know?"
"Yes."
She pulled her knees to her chest, and he kissed her thigh, recognizing the defensive posture. He wondered if she would refuse, but then she began to speak.
"I developed early. I had D-cups by the time I was twelve, and I was tall. I looked years older than I was. Boys liked me, and I really liked them. Then came Phil."
She lowered her knees, relaxing a little. "Phil was like a rock star at AMA. Handsome, smart, rich. A pure-blood. You either wanted to be him or be with him. And he singled me out. It took me a long, long time to realize that the only reason, at least at first, was because I made him look good. Tall, pretty girl, even if I was Muggle-born and from a different social universe. He was a couple years older than me, and I was so flattered.
"There were a lot of pure blood girls who followed him around, and I didn't know it, but he told them to take me under their wing. How to dress, grooming, table manners. Who to know. Phil bought things for me, clothes mostly. I didn't realize I was being groomed to be worthy of him, and that I never would. I just knew I was one of the cool kids and I would have done anything to keep him happy."
"I kind of understand," he said. "There were a lot of pure bloods in Slytherin. Rich sons and daughters of very old families. They never accepted me that way, but I did a lot to try to get them to."
She slid down the bed to lie on her back. "My family was in Germany for most of those years. It was too far and too expensive to fly home for the holidays, only going home in the summer, so I would stay with my Italian grandmother in California. When I was fifteen she died, but no one told the school. So that spring break, I told the school I was going to visit her, and told my parents I was going to stay at the school. Instead I went to Phil's. His father was gone.
"The first day he tied me to a bed and left me there. For hours. All that week he went further and further, and I let him. We had already done things like spanking so he knew--" She stopped.
"What, Phoebe? What did he know."
In the silver light from the moon, he saw her lick her lips nervously. "I like pain. I switch." She glanced his way. "Not many people know that, just Michael and Phil, and one dom at the resort that I trust."
"Why does it matter?"
"I don't know. Other dommes switch. I just... Maybe because I need it. When the panic attacks are bad, the pain, and the sex that sometimes comes after, they drain everything out of me and I'm calm for a few days."
Severus saw straight to the heart of the matter. "Did you need someone while we were in California?"
"Yes."
He didn't ask who. He didn't need to.
"I can never do that for you, Phoebe. I could never hit a woman that way. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I like that about you. However, it didn't stop you from stunning me so hard this morning that I couldn't move."
"That's different. You could defend yourself and fight back if I could ever convince you I'm not going to break.
She turned back toward him and snuggled against his side.
"I don't know what claims we have on each other," he began. "This..."
"Let's not go there, Severus. Neither of knows where this is going or where we'll be in a month. Let's just take it day by day."
He nodded in the darkness because there wasn't much he could do about it. He knew this could never be permanent. Saying it out loud would just make it real. "Go on, tell your story."
"Phil's father had a submissive he kept as a housekeeper. He had her initiate Phil into sex and domination when he was only as old as I was. Before the week was over, Phil brought her into our sex play. He had me hit her with a leather strap and I discovered something: I could do it. I was good at it. I hesitated at first, but once I got going, I was good. Looking back, I was good at a lot of things, I even would have been good in school if I'd applied myself, but this came naturally to me. And that made Phil happy. He really liked to watch me."
"Phil sounds like a pervert."
"I'm a pervert, Severus, by a lot of standards. Phil was just really really into it. I liked boys and sex, but not like he did."
"How did you get into it professionally?"
"After AMA, instead of going home I went to an apartment Phil had in San Francisco. He paid a lot of my bills. I lived well. We went to parties nearly every weekend at the homes of people who were like him, into BDSM. More and more, Phil would volunteer me to work with someone so he could watch. I was young and pretty, and good at it, so I became in demand. Still, it was all free. Part of the fun.
"That fall I started junior college and got straight A's. Suddenly, I was good at things, and Phil telling me I wasn't much of a witch didn't mean much. He hated it. He asked me to marry him, and then started pressuring me to quit school and stay at home. What Phil didn't understand was that even though I like pain sometimes, I'm not submissive. I never was and I never will be. So I left him."
"But you eventually married him."
"Later. We got back together later. I loved Phil, although probably not as much as I should have to be his wife."
"So you started taking money because you needed it."
"Yes. People always had tried to pay me, but after Phil and I split I started taking it, but at first I just kept going to the parties for the food."
He laughed.
"Don't. I was starving. I got a job as a hotel clerk, which I kept for a long time, but it didn't pay my bills. I was hungry and always a step away from losing my shitty apartment. So I would drive my little purple VW bug several times a week to these fancy homes and fill my pockets with canapés and sandwiches before I left. One night..."
Her voice had dropped to a whisper.
"One night?"
"One night I was leaving a party and sitting on the steps in front of the house was the most beautiful, saddest boy I ever saw. He sat with his shoulders hunched over and looked near tears. He had a big duffel bag by his side. I just stopped and sat down next to him and asked what was wrong. That was Michael."
She turned her head away from him, and Severus wondered how 'over' their relationship really was. "I was such a fool for him, right from the start," she said to the darkness. "His master had brought him to the party for another to look at, because he was getting too old. Neither wanted him, so they just put him on the curb. I took him home."
"Michael told me that you took him in when you could barely feed yourself."
She turned back. "He did?"
"Over or not, he's very devoted to you. He threatened to kill me if I harmed you."
She laughed, her mood changed. "Sounds like Michael." She sighed. "I brought him home, and I only had a futon on the floor. We slept together, and that first night he tried to have sex with me. I asked him what he was doing and he had just assumed that I brought him home for that."
"You did end up sleeping with him."
"Yeah, and he seemed to really want it. We never stopped, so I guess he did. Twenty-three years off and on. More off than on, I guess. He's not really into women, just me. It was years later that he confessed he was only fifteen."
"Fifteen and too old for his master."
"I know. It can be an ugly business. I turn in those people when I find them, but I don't much anymore. I've got a reputation and they avoid me."
"You never stopped being a dominatrix, even after you were married."
"Phil liked it. It turned him on. When his father died, though, it changed everything."
"How?"
"For one, he left me his share in the resort, which was the majority interest, and a load of money. Phil was furious. It made me independent of him." She laughed. "Even then, he never stopped hoping I'd turn sub. But the second thing was that he suddenly was the king of a publishing empire, and I wasn't nearly respectable enough. So he traded me in for a submissive, beautiful daughter of a fine old family. He got everything he wanted, except continued sex with me. An offer I easily refused," she said with a snort of disgust. "He married his trophy wife first."
"And since then you've run the resort." He thought about something she said. "You said it's been a while since you've had sex. Does that mean you haven't been working with clients?"
She smiled at him. "Severus, dommes don't have sex with their clients. Michael does, sometimes, but he's way more into it than most people."
"Did you get Michael into the trade."
"Yes." She seemed a little ashamed. "He started out doing it for me, just like I did it for Phil, but he turned out to be better at it than I was. And when I found out he was turning tricks on the street, it just seemed to be safer."
"So, it's been a while since you had sex."
"Except for a couple of times with Michael, yes." She snuggled closer and kissed his jaw. "Usually men either want me because of what I do, meaning they want it for free, or they don't want me because of what I do. It's rare to find someone who seems to want me in spite of it."
He kissed her lips. "I want you right now."
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