I'm A Slave For You-Chp3

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

It has been almost 2 months since Harry James Potter stayed with and worked for Severus ever since the fateful day he was bought by him. As ordered by Severus, Harry did his job as a personal slave and the hired help of the house were ordered to treat Harry just like everyone else in the house and anything he required from the servants were to be passed to Harry to pass it to him. The servants, despite the fact that Harry was of their lower level, respected Severus' wishes reluctantly and acknowledged Harry just barely, for the last thing they wanted to do was cross their Master and receive severe punishment from him. A couple of younger servants (almost the same age as Harry) named Neville Longbottom and Colin Creevey seemed to find fondness on this little quiet and timid boy though and genuinely became good friends with him, and sometimes during meals, would bring their food over to his seat and shared with him.

True to his word about treating Harry as a personal slave instead of a sexual slave, not once did Severus touch him other than platonic or master-wise, which includes patting him on the head whenever he did a good job and bonking Harry lightly on the head or pinching his cheek whenever he made a mistake, but nothing harsher than that. Sometimes Severus could go for almost days without touching him at all, and only gave him the orders of the day and left him alone to his own devices. Harry often wondered what it was that he did wrong, and would occasionally give his Master a questioning look, since he didn't know how to talk, but Severus would just shake his head and ruffled the little boy's unruly black locks, assuring him that everything was fine.

This was Harry's daily routine: in the morning he helped to set Severus' clothes for the day before he joined him in the bathroom to bathe him. Then while Severus got dressed, he would totter off to the kitchen to get the tray of breakfast for the day prepared for his Master and take it into the dining room where Severus would be waiting while reading the Daily Prophet. While Severus ate his meals Harry is required to sit on the floor at Severus' feet in waiting and help him pour the tea, spread butter on bread or break his eggs whenever he needed to. Occasionally, Severus would make him sit on his lap and he would feed him a portion of everything, and those were the only times Harry would ever get a decent breakfast. Other than that, he had to sit aside and watch as Severus finish his food before taking the tray to the kitchen to be washed and have his usual breakfast of porridge or oatmeal. After breakfast he would go to the study and his potions lab to prepare all the necessary work things for Severus before bringing them to the front door where Severus would be waiting, and after doing some last minute adjustments on Severus' clothes and help him wear his shoes, Severus would bid him goodbye with a kiss on the forehead. He didn't know whether it was platonic, masterly or otherwise, but it always got him sort of flustered whenever he does that, and those tell-tale signs on his cheeks were enough to drive his friends Neville and Colin into a fleet of teasing.

While Severus was away at work, he would go and make Severus' bed and cleaned his study and potions lab along with the help of Colin because he didn't know how to read and Colin is one of the many servants who are literate enough to help him sort the paperwork, files and books. He knew that Severus was a teacher in a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and often come home with students' homework that came in either huge bundles of scrolls or bottles of potion samples, in which he would mark them in the study or test them in the potions lab to give marks accordingly, and that alone would make a mess to either rooms. After that, he would join Neville to tend the garden, although sometimes he couldn't resist plucking off the petals from the flowers and ended up being scolded or chased away by the head gardener. Once Severus came home from work, Harry had to greet him at the door like clockwork in which Severus would give him the customary forehead kiss (sent him flustering again in the process) and pass him his work things. He would help him take off his shoes and remove his robes before bringing him his lunch, or dinner or supper if he came home late at night. Again, he would either sit on the floor in waiting as usual while he ate or sit on his lap eating off his hands.

After that he would sit beside him in waiting and refilled his tea whenever he wanted while he marked the papers for the day or tested the potions. Finally, at the end of the day, he would again bathe him and help him dress in his night clothes before retiring on the couch beside him. Sometimes the older man would fall asleep on his desk after a long day's work and it was Harry's duty to either wake him up to take him to bed or cover him with a blanket if he could not be awakened before he himself hit the sack, but one way or another, he would always wake up in Severus' arms in bed, the beating of his Master's heart near his ear. Even though nothing happened (Harry knew through experience whether or not he had been 'broken into'), it still gave him a tint of pink on his face and made his heart skip a beat occasionally, even more so when Severus wakes up and gives him that sleepy smile when he said 'Good morning' to him.

Harry couldn't help feeling that his Master was more to it than being just masterly to him.

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"Harry, can you speak at all?"

It was Sunday today, and usually Sundays was breakfast-in-bed day where Harry got to eat out of his hand, but because of an important meeting he had to attend, Severus skipped breakfast and left the house, only to return home quite late in the evening and famished out of his head.

Harry nodded at Severus' question while helping him putting away his shoes, then said, "Ah!"

"Can you say your name?"

"Ha…Ha…eee…" the boy tried, but it came out retarded.

"We will work on that. Are you hungry?"

Harry nodded timidly. Truth be told, he hadn't eaten anything all day. Things just didn't feel right without seeing Severus eat and waiting hand and foot for him.

"I think I'll eat outside at the garden," Severus said. "My colleague Prof. Sinistra said that it's going to be a starry night out. I fancy a little dining under the stars. Would you get supper for me there?"

Harry nodded and quickly made his way to the kitchen. Neville, who was the only one there washing fruits plucked from the vegetable and fruit garden, saw Harry coming in and stole a look at the time.

"Supper, eh, Har?" he asked, in which Harry nodded. "Then help yourself to whatever you wish to make for Master Snape. We're the only ones here tonight."

Harry gladly started cooking up a storm. Unbeknownst to anyone except Neville and Colin, Harry knew very well the art of the kitchen. They didn't know how he knew how to cook—and the boy couldn't even tell them if he wanted to—but they knew that when it comes to cooking, his food always tasted a lot better than their real cook as they were the lucky ones to taste them whenever they stayed up late and fancy a midnight snack. So whenever he had a chance, he would cook Severus' supper, and would always try his best to make his favourite whenever the ingredients allowed it.

Once he's done, he brought the tray of supper out to Severus who was sitting on the outdoor dining table at the garden. Setting it down on the table, Severus did the age-old gesture of patting his lap.

"Up on my lap, pet."

Harry slowly moved towards him and sat on his lap. Due to his physique, he weighed almost nothing on Severus as he sat, and Severus often wondered where all the food he ate gone to or if he had ever eaten at all in his two months stay in his manor. Soon he started feeding him by taking a bite first out of everything he wanted to eat before holding it out for Harry, in which the boy opened his mouth to be fed.

"Nummy!" Harry grinned. He was actually trying to say 'Yummy', but it turned out weird like that. Severus, after hearing for the first few times when he began feeding him, was used to it by now.

As Harry ate, he eyed at the glass of blood red wine on the table. He knew that Severus always and only drank wine with his night meals, so he would always remember to prepare a wine glass and a bottle of wine for him whenever he had his dinner or supper, but he had never tried drinking it. Not once. He never dared to try and taste it for fear of incurring his Master's wrath, and his past masters, some of them who drank, never let him have a sip. They preferred him to be sober when he was…servicing them.

Severus took a sip of the wine and noticed Harry's slightly gleaming eyes at it. "Do you want some?"

Harry looked up expectantly, giving him a 'Can I?' look.

"It might not taste how you think though. Don't say I didn't warn you," Severus replied as he let Harry sip from his glass.

As soon as Harry sip a small mouthful and swallowed it, his face flushed red almost immediately, the alcohol beginning to work into his non-alcoholic body.

"Did you like it?" Severus asked and took another sip for himself.

Harry smiled and stuck out his tongue naughtily.

"Oh, I see you really liked it. Do you want some more?"

Harry nodded playfully. Severus let him have the glass, in which Harry almost grabbed it from him and did a bottoms-up, draining the wine down into his gut while Severus watched with interest. Harry's red face became even redder as the wine worked its intoxicating power on him and all Harry could do was grin stupidly and mutter "Nummy!" before toppling off Severus' lap onto the grass below.

"Oh, pet. Now you're drunk," Severus said as he took the glass from Harry's hand. "No more wine for you."

As he was about to reach over to pick the boy up, Harry began laughing like a little child as he started pulling down his own shirt, revealing his slender neck and one side of his pale shoulders, totally intoxicated and totally clueless as to what was going on around him. Severus found himself licking his lips as he watched Harry sucking one of his fingers as he tried to get up, but almost in an erotic fashion. Unfortunately for his drunken state of mind, Harry could only make it all the way up to his knees, so he looked like going on all fours with his ass sticking up.

"Pet…" Severus breathed as he ran a hand over that ass, his self-control crumbling. Harry moaned, shivering at the touch. Severus pulled him up to kiss him, in which the boy boldly wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him back passionately. He ran his hand down and all over the boy's thin frame, reasoning with himself that the wine must have been getting to him too, when in truth he had been holding back his inner sexual demon for so long. He truly desired to hold his little pet like this ever since he bought him at the auction party but he didn't want to set off such an impression and such a relationship with the little boy on his first day at the manor. That whole two months long of abstinence and the willpower he endured without touching him any further than platonic for fear of scaring the daylights out of him (and he didn't want the fragile little boy to be frightened of him) was like trying to force him to jump from the high tower of Azkaban prison or making him drink cyanide laced with rat poison, and it was torturous for a man who hadn't had a decent form of sex for so many years. They kissed and kissed like there was no tomorrow, but the need for air forced them apart.

"Nummy!" Harry grinned as he panted to catch his breath, his face all red like a baboon's bottom.

"Yes, it is. Let's go to our room."

So saying, he picked Harry up and went quickly to their room, lying Harry on the bed. Harry giggled as he rolled around the nice soft bed, all the rolling making his shirt ride up on him and showing off his navel. Severus pulled the shirt off, looking at the half-naked Harry with pure unadulterated lust in his eyes. The red tint on Harry's cheeks complemented perfectly with the rest of his fairer than fair skin, and his unruly hair framed the child's sparkling jade-green eyes so exquisitely well. How could a young child like this look so frail and fragile, yet so angelic and pure at the same time?

"Beautiful," the older man breathed as he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth. Harry whimpered at the contact of Severus' warm lips and gripped at the bed sheets, his breathing erratic. Severus moved so he had one knee on the bed, continuing his licking and sucking on the boy's chest, assaulting either nipple in intervals, making the boy mewled in ecstasy, totally enjoying the feeling of his mouth on him. Smirking at Harry's sensitivity, he kissed up the boy's neck, his hand snaking its way down under the pants to pump his little boyhood. Harry arched his back to meet with Severus' touches, breathing quickened with each pump and his fingers gripping tightly at Severus' sleeves as tiny moans and groans escaped those pair of rosy-tinted lips. Those lips that got him wanting almost every night as he watched the little boy sleep on the couch across his bed. Those lips that made him feel both blissful and fortunate to see in front of him as he carried Harry from wherever he slept to the bed before he slumbered and the first thing that met his vision when he woke up in the morning. Those lips that he dreamed of tasting every single waking moment of his life no matter what he did, be it feeding him or talking to him or just plain looking at him. Those lips that made him started going home almost every day no matter how late it was instead of staying back in the office or stay in his spare staff room in Hogwarts like he used to. Those lips. Those sinful lips…

Seeing that the boy was close to losing it, he pulled away and reached over to get the lube he had kept religiously in the side table drawer for this day and poured some out on his hand. He then slicked up his fingers and rubbed on over Harry's opening. Harry whined and whimpered, seeming trying to say the words 'More' and 'Master' judging by the movement of his lips but didn't know how. Severus chuckled and nibbled on his neck as he pushed in his fingers one by one, slowly pumping it in and out. He could tell from the way Harry was wriggling and squirming as he entered the third finger that he was feeling the rush of sexual euphoria.

"Ready, pet?"

Harry nodded desperately, almost near to tears with lust.

"Wrap your arms around me," Severus ordered as he lubed himself up before pushing in.

Harry did so and widened his eyes and let out a strangled yell as he felt himself being entered before smiling seductively, signaling him to move.

"Feels so good, pet."

The older man started moving slowly in a steady rhythm, each time going deeper and deeper until it soon began brushing against the bundle of nerves that made Harry see hot white flashes of stars. He let out a series of moans and wrapped his legs around his Master's waist to bring him deeper inside, uttering the only one word that he knew how to say in perfect pronunciation.

"Fuck!"

"That's what I'm going to do," Severus replied, moving faster and harder. "Stroke yourself, pet."

Harry whimpered as he reached down to pump himself hard.

"So hot," Severus kissed his neck, going even faster, assaulting the sweet spot that made Harry moaned higher and louder. "Do you like that, pet? Do you like me fucking you?"

"Y…Y…Ye…Fuck!" Harry screamed, stroking himself harder and faster. Apparently he didn't know how to say the word 'Yes' either, but felt too enjoyable to nod for an answer.

Severus could feel the familiar tightening of his stomach, but he didn't want this experience to end just yet. Quickly, he rolled over with Harry on top of him and ordered him to ride him. Harry was only too happy to oblige. He put his hands on his Master's chest for support and rode him, lowering his ass down onto his length and pounded deep and hard, shifting angles until he found the sweet spot again and ravishing it relentlessly.

"Just like that, pet. Fuck," Severus groaned as he pushed up to meet Harry's thrusts, thoroughly enjoying the tight heat of muscles surrounding his manhood in pure bliss.

"Fuck!" Harry screamed again as he bobbed his ass up and down to align with Severus' movements, stroking himself at the same time.

Severus, while he continued to indulge in this guilty pleasure, half-opened his eyes to see his pet as he moved. Beads of sweat dangled lazily on the boy's chin and unruly hair (which was getting even messier) and visible here and there on his body, making it glistened. Droplets of tears of lust clung on the lashes of the wonderful jade-green eyes as the boy clenched and unclenched his eyes when he felt the sweet spot sending him closer and closer to the pinnacle of high heavens. Drool leaked seductively out of those rosy-tinted lips that got him into this situation, the music of love-making escaping through them. It was too much for him. He was getting closer to the edge. Quickly, he pulled Harry down to kiss him, then flipped him back onto the bed with the master on top, pounding into his pet fast, hard and deep. Harry screamed out the loudest his lungs could ever give at this pleasurable assault, not caring if the entire manor could hear him. He gripped the pillows hard with his other free hand, screaming the word 'Fuck' again and again as he was in a drooling, tear-filled mess, fully immersed into this love dance of fury.

"I'm coming, pet. Come with me."

Harry's cry sounded strangled as he was driven to the edge, the last few hits towards his sweet spot making him come all over his stomach and his hand that stroke it. Severus came seconds later inside him with a silent cry, the ring of muscles surrounding his manhood milking him for all its worth.
"So good…" Severus panted hard, still inside Harry, waiting for the tremors to subside.

Harry lay sprawled on the bed, his chest heaving up and down as he panted just as hard, totally spent.
"Did you like it?" Severus asked as he pulled out slowly, hoping he hadn't hurt him in any way. He had to admit, he had been rather aggressive. All that pent-up sexual frustration could definitely do that to any man.

There was no reply from his pet. He saw him winced a little when he pulled out from him, but that was the only response he got from him. The boy soon turned over in a fetal position, sleeping while sucking his thumb. The realization soon hit him as he watched Harry drifted almost immediately into Dreamland. Harry was just a kid and yet he had fucked him. He had promised himself that he would never ever touch the boy. He had planned to stay true to his word and treat Harry like a personal slave, not a sexual slave. He claimed that he didn't need that and yet he did not practice what he preached. Even if the boy was willing and ready to service him, he had sworn never to lay a finger on him. All that abstinence he had made himself endure had gone to waste by just that one act of carelessness. Guiltily, he cleaned all trace of their sexual intercourse with his wand and sat to the side, his head in his hands.

"Shit."