Severus Snape entered his private quarters after a long day of work, his black robes swishing softly against the stone floor. He was expecting to find the room empty, but instead, he found Harry Potter waiting for him on all fours, naked and ready to serve.
Harry tried to rise, but Snape barked an order for him to stay on the floor. "You know what I expect of you, Potter. Don't make me repeat myself."
Harry's cheeks flushed, but he obeyed, staying on the floor like a well-trained pet. Snape poured himself a glass of whiskey, savoring the scent and the taste as he eyed Harry's exposed body. He took a seat in his armchair, spreading his legs wide and beckoning Harry closer.
Harry crawled over, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to Snape, like a moth to a flame.
Snape grabbed Harry's hair, yanking his head back and sneering, "You're mine now, Potter. Don't forget it."
Harry whimpered, but didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against Snape's thigh.
Snape hissed, "That's it. Show me how much you want it."
Harry started to kiss and lick Snape's thigh, working his way up to his crotch. He could feel Snape's cock hardening beneath his touch, and he smiled to himself. He loved having this kind of power over Snape.
Snape's grip on Harry's hair tightened as he felt Harry's lips on his cock. He looked down, a smirk on his face as he watched Harry's head bob up and down.
After a few minutes, Snape pulled Harry away, "Enough. I have work to do."
Harry looked up, disappointment clear in his eyes.
Snape chuckled, "Don't look at me like that. You'll get your reward later."
Harry scowled, "I'm not a dog, Snape."
Snape laughed, "No, you're not. You're my personal whore."
Harry's scowl deepened, but he didn't argue. Instead, he went back to his position on the floor, waiting for Snape's next command. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he couldn't help himself. He was addicted to the thrill, and to Snape.
Snape stood up, finishing his whiskey in one gulp. "You may go, Potter. I'll summon you when I'm ready for you again."
Harry nodded, gathering his clothes and leaving the room. He couldn't wait for their next encounter. He was Snape's servant, and he loved every minute of it.
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