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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 58471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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Chapter Fourteen
Hermione was nervous. She checked her reflection one more time before heading out the door of her office and Apparating to the Manor. She had done it. She had asked Lucius to train her, to be her mentor in the world of D/s. He had said yes, and had seemed extremely pleased.
She was relieved he had said yes, but the truth was she was also a bit anxious about what might change between them. Her relationship with Lucius had changed since first seeing him at The Dungeon and scening with him. He wasn’t just a Dominant in her eyes, he had become a friend and someone she liked being around. Hermione was concerned she would lose that part of him. While she desired his mentorship and instruction, she also desired the soft belly underneath all that role play.
Bucking up her courage, she Apparated and found herself approaching the intimidating structure that was home to her soon to be Dominant. How Lucius could stand living here – essentially alone – she could not understand, but he seemed to like it. After all, it was all he had ever known. It was interesting to her that Draco had chosen a different path. Draco was enjoying the life of a young cosmopolitan bachelor; living in a plush high rise flat overlooking Diagon Alley.
She smoothed down her wool coat as she approached the door. It was opened automatically by a different house elf from the one she had seen on Boxing Day. The elf took her coat and led her to Lucius’ study. She felt her nerves settle immediately when Lucius stood from behind his desk and greeted her with a warm smile.
He stepped around the large desk and took her hand before kissing her softly on the forehead. “Come, let’s sit on the sofa. Would you like some sparkling water?”
Hermione set her purse on his desk and then gripped her skirt with her free hand. “Uh, no. No, thank you.”
Lucius cocked a brow at her obvious anxiety. “Relax, Doll. It’s just me and this is going to be fun. It’s why you want to do this, right?”
She let out a steadying sigh, “You’re right. I guess, I just don’t know what to expect is all.”
Lucius led her to the sofa and sat next to her. “First of all, tonight is casual. Tonight, we discuss what we are trying to accomplish. We discuss what you want from me as your mentor and Dominant. We’ll be sure our expectations are in alignment. Does that sound like a good start to you?”
Hermione smiled widely with appreciation. “Yes, Lucius. Thank you.”
He leaned back on the sofa, assessing her. “So, tell me what it is you want from me. What is it you are hoping to accomplish through our time together?”
Hermione took another steadying breath and met his eyes. “I want what you offered several weeks ago. I want to learn the ins and outs of this lifestyle and be properly introduced to it. I feel like I jumped into the deep end before learning to swim. I want to start over and learn proper etiquette. I want to be a good submissive, and I want to be introduced to new experiences with someone I know and trust.”
Lucius listened to her, noticing the slight ringing of her hands, the chewing of her bottom lip, the flare of insecurity. He would enjoy building her confidence. “First of all – and this is important – there is no standardized book of rules all submissives must follow. Each Dominant is different. I can train you to be the perfect submissive in my eyes, but you may find yourself submitting to someone in the future who has different needs and desires from my own. You would then have to learn from him or her how to please.” He could tell she was concentrating on every word he was saying. “Does that make sense?”
She nodded. “Yes. Yes it does.”
“I can introduce you to many aspects of submission and masochism. Then there is bondage and discipline.” Lucius watched her for moment, noticing the slight flush of her skin and the bounding pulse point on her inviting slender neck. He reached his hand forward and gently brushed the back of his hand up her neck to her cheek. He spoke softly, continuing to stroke her cheek delicately. “Tell me, Hermione. Is it the pain you enjoy? Is it being bound and at another’s mercy? Is it simply handing over control and not having to decide? Is it sex? Is it servitude?” Her reaction to the combination of his provocative words, tender touch, and seductive voice caused his own blood to boil.
Hermione swallowed heavily. The muscle behind her chest wall was pounding and she felt flashes of heat throughout her body. Even her toes felt warm. Gods, why did I wait so long to say yes to this man? Her mind was swimming with visions of the picture he had just painted. Her voice came out raw. “Yes, Lucius. Yes, to all of it.”
Lucius chuckled at her choked response. “Well, we will find out…won’t we?” He drew in a deep breath, cleansing his mind of the various visions of her his brain had conjured. Years of experience at controlling his mind and his libido is what protected her from his impulse to bend her over his desk at this very moment.
His tone turned from seductive to factual as he continued to reign himself in. “I have a vast background of experiences and am quite qualified to show you the ropes… so to speak. What I’m not willing to partake in – in other words, my hard limits – I can at least share what I know. Perhaps I’ll have you session with someone who is experienced in the areas I am not comfortable with, should you have the desire. This would be done in my presence and you would be under my care. You need to know; your safety will always be my number one priority. No matter what.”
Lucius stood and poured them each a glass of sparkling water. He walked back to her and handed her the crystal goblet. He sat back down next to her and was pleased when she began to drink. He could tell by her dry lips that she was parched, despite having declined the beverage initially. Frankly, he needed the cooling off, whether she did or not.
“With me so far?”
She smiled. “Yes, so far so perfect.”
He returned her smile. “Well, now we get to my requirements. These few bits are non-negotiable.” His expression matched the severity of his words. “If you agree to be my submissive, training or not, you are mine. You will do as I say, you will obey me within in the confines of your limits. You will not submit to another without my permission and, if our agreement involves sexual intercourse, neither of us will have sex with another without discussing it first. You will be mine twenty-four/seven, Hermione. What I mean is, while you are training, I may have assignments or tasks for you to complete that fall outside of our time together.”

When he noticed her furrowed brow, he recognized her obvious confusion. It was a common misconception by many within the lifestyle and without. “Not all contracts involve sex, Doll. Some in the lifestyle are married and are monogamous to their spouses who are not in the lifestyle. You can imagine the various reasons individuals might not want to engage in intercourse. People come into this world for a plethora of reasons. Hermione,” He took her hand in his, “that being said, it is my hope and my impression that sex is something you desire in our…agreement. However, I will respect your wishes if it’s not.”
Hermione felt ridiculous for feeling shy as she met his questioning gaze. “I would like for…sex to be part of our arrangement.”
He nodded. “I would like that, as well.” He brushed her face tenderly and leaned in to kiss her forehead.
Confusion resolved, Hermione’s expression became curious. “What kind of tasks?” she asked, continuing their conversation.
“Well, I may dictate what I would like you to wear under your skirt to work on a given day. It’s possible I might show up at your office, under the guise of asking you to tea, to check your obedience.”
Hermione bit her lip and blushed deliciously, causing Lucius to chortle quietly. “I promise I would never command anything that would interfere with your work performance. I respect your career and your success, and I would never demand anything that would jeopardize that. For instance, I would never tell you to wear spandex pants to the Ministry.”
Hermione laughed at the ridiculous notion. “Well, that’s good, because I would never do it.”
He continued, “As your Dominant, I will take care of you. If I feel you aren’t getting enough rest, I might command a certain bedtime. If I feel you aren’t getting proper nutrition, I might demand you see a magical nutritionist and follow his or her guidance. In other words, I need to know you are safe and healthy. For me having a submissive is not just time in the playroom, it’s much deeper than that. It’s not something I take lightly, which is why I’ve had so few and have only trained two.”
Hermione’s expression became concerned. “What if you feel I’m not getting enough sleep, but my work prevents me from meeting your demand?”
Lucius regarded her shrewdly. “I will not interfere with your work, Hermione. If you truly need to work late, then that is what you should do. However, if you have worked late several nights in a row, I may insist you not come to the club on a planned night. Instead, I might demand you sleep at the Manor, where I can be sure you get a good night's rest.” He could tell by her expression she had not been anticipating this type of interest on his behalf. He gave her a moment to think about it. If she was going to object, he needed to know now.
He stood and walked to his desk where he opened a drawer and pulled out a book before returning to hand it to her. Hermione opened it to find the pages blank and looked up at him questioningly.
He sat back down beside her. “I’ll require you to keep this journal. In it you’ll record what you eat and drink and when you sleep. Occasionally, I might require you to jot down some thoughts after a particularly intense scene or I might have a command for you. When you write in your journal, it will also appear in its twin, which I am in possession of. When I write in mine, it will appear in yours. Your collar will become warm when I write something. Nothing uncomfortable, mind you, but you will want to keep your journal with you, perhaps in your purse.” He held his right hand out to show her a ring on his small finger, it bore an engraved crest. “When you write in your journal, my ring will heat up much the same as yours. These journals can therefore serve as a form of communication other than owling if needed.”
He added reassuringly with a smirk, “I won’t be a hovering ogre, Doll. I respect that you are a grown woman. I also respect that you aren’t looking for a twenty-four/seven Dominant. I’m not offering to be one. I will not oversee every minute of every day, but you belong to me twenty-four/seven and, occasionally, I’ll make sure you know it.”
His arm was casually draped behind her, along the back of the leather sofa and his fingers twirled a few strands of her hair absently. He watched her as she processed everything he said for a moment and then asked. “Is that agreeable?”
Hermione nodded slowly. “I think so. I mean, it actually sounds kind of nice – having someone watching over me.”
“That’s all I’m implying. I will simply want to care for you and make sure you are ok.” He smirked. “With maybe a few little shenanigans thrown in occasionally.”
Hermione laughed genuinely, her head thrown back and her eyes sparkling. Lucius’ stomach clenched with affection as he took in her mirth.
“Another thing,” he added. “I would like us to choose a set evening for us to dine casually every week. It’s a time for us to just be Lucius and Hermione. It’s a time where you don’t have to follow my rules of submission, which we will get into shortly, after we discuss limits. You will be able to speak freely about what we did that week or what we didn’t do. We can update our limits and adjust rules. In other words, that is when we take a break and make sure we are on the same page.”
She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and he had to resist the urge to do it for her. His eyes stayed on the strand of hair as it revolted and fell from its just tucked spot. He suppressed the urge to laugh, not missing the irony. He felt certain that the young woman before him would revolt in much the same way when she was commanded to do something she found less than desirable. Only time would tell, however, she had surprised him thus far. “So, that’s the generality of it, but there are specifics we need to address as well. We need to discuss hard and soft limits.”
She began chewing her lip again. He shook his head, reaching out to touch his thumb to her chin to discourage her bad habit. “Relax, this is the easy part. We’ll start out in the kiddie pool and work our way up to the English Channel. I promise I won’t let you drown.”
She smiled, feeling encouraged and excited. “Ok, limits. Do you have a list? I’ve read articles and looked on the internet, so I have a good idea of what mine are.”
“Excellent,” Lucius said as he stood and stepped to his desk again. Grabbing a parchment and quill, he brought them back to her. “Write ‘yes’ beside each task or experience you’ve done before and ‘no’ if you haven’t. Then choose a number and write it beside each item. Cross out anything that’s a hard limit. Put a one if something is a soft limit, bordering on hard, and a five if you love it. The other numbers obviously scale in-between. I want you to do this now. Just ask me if you have questions about any of it.”
He walked back to his desk, but Hermione hardly noticed as she was already diligently working on the list.
Lucius leaned back in his chair watching her. He smiled to himself as she marked the parchment and put the quill in her mouth between each mark as she contemplated the next line. Hmmm. Oral fixation. That’s a habit that might be fun to break her of.
He forced himself to stop watching her. He was going to have to be careful with this one. She was in all but in love with his best friend and his best friend was smitten with her. He would not stand in their way and he would not betray Snape. However, it would be quite the pisser if he got his heart broken in this odd triangle. He had a profound fondness for Hermione, more than any other woman he had collared or trained, and she hadn’t even started submitting yet. He took a breath. Soon, though. Very soon.
Just after the clock struck eight, Hermione stood and stretched. She picked up the parchment and brought it to him. She handed him the list, meeting his eyes and not saying anything. He glanced at the paper and cocked an eyebrow in surprise as he read down her list. She was much more adventurous than he had anticipated. “Hmm, I must admit. Your list surprises me.”
She shrugged. “Well, that’s my list because it’s you, Lucius. If it were another Dominant, I doubt my responses would be the same.”
Lucius felt his mouth go dry with her delicious and sincere words. He could think of no better compliment and was truly touched she trusted him so. He looked up at her and his words were heart felt. “Thank you, Hermione. I appreciate your trust.” He looked back down at the list. “Your hard limits are reasonable and, for the most part, match my own.” He looked up at her. “You understand we will be sexually monogamous?”
She nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
There was silence as their eyes stayed on each other’s. Slowly, Lucius stood and walked around to her. “Well, just a few more things and then we’ll have some refreshments.”
“Ok,” she said as he once again took her hand and led her to the sofa.
After they were seated, he turned to her. “A few rules. You will address me as Master when we are inside the club. Outside the club, I am Mr. Malfoy in public and sir in private. Most importantly, you will do what I say when I say, especially when we are in the club.” He looked at her for any sign of wavering or doubt. “Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she responded.
Lucius smiled. “Such a quick learner,” he said playfully. His look became more serious. “I promise to be fair and realistic in my expectations, but I will punish you if you fail to meet them. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she once again responded, her eyes on his.
He added for clarification, “Punishments will fall within the confines of the limits you have just provided me.” He smiled again. “We need to agree on safe words. One for caution and one for full stop. Do you know what you want those words to be?”
“Is it ok if we keep it simple? Yellow and Red?”
Lucius nodded. “Those would be my choices as well. Perfect.” He took her hand. “Do you have any questions for me?”
“Well, I guess I’m just curious about the specifics. You know, club and playroom specifics.”
His smirk was teasing. “Eager, are we?” He squeezed her hand. “We’ll get there, Doll. I’ll gradually instruct you. You’ll learn the behaviors I expect within the club when we are in public areas and in private. You’ll learn how I desire you to dress and speak. You’ll learn how I expect you to behave around other Dominants and submissives. I will teach you what I desire from you, but I will do it one step at a time.”
She smiled. “That sounds perfect.” After a second, she blanched. “I meant, that sounds perfect, sir.”
Lucius laughed. “It’s ok, Doll. Tonight, is casual, you are not submitting. Which reminds me. How about Sunday evenings for our weekly Hermione and Lucius time?”
Hermione’s eyes glittered happily as she spoke earnestly. “I would love that. I have to be honest, Lucius. I…I’ve really come to value your friendship and I don’t want to lose it. I would be heartbroken if this arrangement somehow changed that.”
Lucius felt his heart swell with affection and pulled her in for a hug. “I’m your friend, Hermione. Always.” He pulled back from her. “And, if you ever need Lucius, and not sir, you need only tell me. Okay?”
“Perfect. Thank you, Lucius. For everything.”
“It’s going to be my absolute pleasure, Hermione. Oh, I forgot to mention. I would like to train you two evenings per week. I’m thinking Wednesdays and Fridays. Sunday evening will be our dinner. Is that agreeable? We can always change the nights if needed, but I feel two per week will be a good start.”
She smiled, “Yes, that sounds perfect.”
Her brow furrowed, as he started to stand. Noticing her expression, he remained seated. “What is it, Doll?”
“Well, what about a time frame? Also, do we need to sign anything?”
Lucius contemplated for a moment. In the past he hadn’t put time limits on his contracts. They simply ended when he and his submissive agreed it was time to move on. However, since she asked, it must be important to her. In truth, he didn’t see himself wanting it to end any time soon. Besides, based on her list, they would need ample time together. “I would say a minimum of four months. We can re-evaluate then. You may begin dating someone and then our arrangement would need to change.” There was a pregnant pause as they met each other’s eyes. They each knew who that someone was.
He stood and moved back to his desk. “As far as a contract is concerned, this parchment has been charmed and lists everything we’ve discussed tonight. You need to simply touch your wand to it to agree to the terms. It’s not legally binding or anything, it simply clarifies what we’ve agreed to.” Hermione glanced down at the parchment and it was just as Lucius stated, everything was listed, including her limits and his.
She watched as he pressed his wand to it. A white glow lit the paper. Hermione followed suit and pressed her wand to it as well, amazed when not only the white light glowed, but a warm, tingly sensation tickled her wand hand. Lucius tapped his wand on it again and a duplicate copy appeared. He handed it to her. Hermione folded it and tucked it as well as the journal into her purse on his desk.
Suddenly, he seemed taller as he looked down at her with a new, predatory gleam in his eye. His whispered words caused a flutter in her belly. “You’re mine now, Miss Granger.”
Hermione swallowed heavily as she kept her eyes on his. She could feel her panties becoming damp and the pent-up arousal caused her to shuffle her feet.
Lucius grinned at her knowingly as he called out, “Tinny!” A small female elf appeared carrying a shoe sized cushioned box with gold and silver fabric. Lucius took it from her at which time the elf disappeared with a loud pop. Hermione gave him a curious look.
“This, my dear, is your new collar. The collar you will wear at all times.” He opened the box, it’s lid shielding Hermione from being able to see what was inside. Hermione saw him pull out what appeared to be a beautiful chain and locket with intricate etchings on it. “Come closer, Doll.”
Hermione stepped close, hardly able to conceal her excitement. My first collar! She looked up at him, her face full of anticipation. Her gaze moved to the necklace. Lucius tossed the box aside and Hermione got a good look at it. It was stunningly beautiful, there was a delicate scroll work of swirls and dragons encompassed an engraved letter M.
“It matches your ring,” she said, reaching to touch it.
Lucius nodded. “It does, this is the Malfoy family crest.” He paused for a moment before gesturing for her to face away from him. “Turn around so that I may place in on you.”
Hermione moved so that her back was to his front and lifted her hair out of the way. He slipped the chain around her and latched it. She could feel the cool, metal locket lay just at the crook of her neck. She reached up to touch it, finding it weightier in her hand than it felt against her small and tender neck. Spotting a mirror on the other side of the room, she asked with obvious enthusiasm. “May I look at it in the mirror, sir?”
“Of course,” Lucius replied, his voice betraying a tingle of pleasure as well.
Hermione dashed across the large room to the ornate, gold gilded mirror. She noted the locket took on the same antique hue of silver that her drop earrings bore. Lucius stepped up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders as he towered over her. He spoke softly as he looked at her reflection and there was a moment where Hermione’s belly clenched with emotion as they locked eyes. A deep affection for the man behind her filled her chest. “The necklace is charmed to match whatever metal you are already wearing. If you are wearing yellow gold, it turns to the same color and grade of what it is. If you are wearing platinum, it turns to platinum.”
His large warm hands moved from her shoulders and easily wrapped around her neck. She felt her heart race with desire and anticipation at the Dominant gesture. One of his hands lifted the locket. “The locket is also charmed to be light on the neck and decollate. The chain can be lengthened as desired, although I prefer it as it is now. I like it to fit almost like a choker. However, I realize you will need to have flexibility in that department. You are free to lengthen the chain to hide under your shirt during work or when you’re in a situation where someone asking you what the ‘M’ stands for might be awkward.
“If you wish for the metal to be different from its automatic transformation, you need only whisper a simple incantation and it will change.”
He turned her around to face him. “When you enter the club or when I when I wave my wand over it, like such…” He waved his wand over her neck and turned her back to the mirror. “The collar changes to a more traditional appearance.”
Hermione’s lips parted slowly as her eyes grew wide with obvious shock. Lucius grinned roguishly. “The collared submissive of Lucius Malfoy would wear nothing less, Doll.”
Hermione could hardly believe her eyes. The simplicity of the lovely locket on a simple box chain no longer existed. In it’s place was an elaborate, intricate, expensive necklace. Around the back of her neck were eleven strands of pearls that attached to an intricate, stunning setting of clear stones. Knowing Lucius, they could only be diamonds. There were probably a hundred of them in varying sizes and shapes that encircled an enlarged version of the etching on the locket: A shield that was intersected with three spears, the points of which came out of the top, pressing gently into the delicate flesh of her neck. Flanking the shield on each side was a dragon in profile, both sporting a diamond chip for an eye. In the center, an embellished “M” flamboyantly claimed her as a Malfoy submissive. (Which, she had to admit, made her feel a bit giddy.) Underneath the crest was a drop of more diamonds, and from the center of that drop was one last huge tear drop shaped diamond that settled just below the hallow between her collar bones.

His eyes lingered over the jeweled collar and then moved up to capture her gaze. His desire for her was barely concealed. He had imagined her wearing it, but his conjured images did not give her justice. The collar looked exquisite on her and seeing his crest on her neck stirred the sleeping Dominant beneath the surface. He had not collared a submissive in over ten years, and none had ever affected him like the brunette beauty standing before him now. He felt heat rise up his chest and a flickering in his belly he had not felt for more years than he could remember. Then he realized that he didn’t need to fight it – he could have her. She was his, after all.
Hermione had watched his eyes on her in the mirror. The look of desire and prideful ownership on his face could not be missed and she was putty. She wanted him. She wanted him to take her, to claim her. She knew better than to initiate anything, however. She swallowed heavily, unable to conceal the flush on her face or the desire in her eyes.
Lucius’ voice was raw. “Tell me, were you a good girl? Did you refrain from orgasming since I last saw you?”
Her words were quick and desperate. “Oh yes, sir! It wasn’t easy though.”
Lucius chuckled. “Well, self-control is an important skill in the world of D/s. Orgasm denial is a common form of control and punishment.”
After a moment, he felt his control return and decided he would not act on his impulse quite yet. Watching the anticipation and lust in her eyes was beguiling and he found he rather enjoyed watching her squirm with need. He took her hand and started to walk towards the dining room. “Come, we will discuss it over tea and dessert.”
Hermione felt the warmth drain from her face. Distracted by the sudden and crushing realization of her failure, she paused. Lucius looked back at her with a questioning look. His brow furrowed as he recognized her panic.
“Miss Granger? Is something wrong?”
“I…Oh Gods, I…”
Lucius continued to watch her and then his right eyebrow slowly began to rise as his questioning look became one of comprehension. He sighed heavily and exhaled. His tone had a hint of disappointment, and he could feel her palm grow sweaty in his hand. “You didn’t eat dinner, did you?”
Her words were rushed and had a pleading edge to them. “I just...I...I completely forgot! I was so preoccupied about our meeting tonight. I have thought of hardly anything else for the past two days and it took every ounce of control I had not to pull out Fabio…and I guess I just…forgot about the dinner…thing.” The word ‘thing’ fell off and was barely a whisper as she watched his face morph into one of impatience. Her eyes dropped, and she felt the prickle of imminent tears in her nose.
He didn’t say anything, contemplating how best to handle her infraction. Hermione was disgusted with herself for failing something so simple and it frustrated her that she felt like crying. It was such a simple command, and yet she had disregarded it completely. She scolded herself. You’ll never make it as a submissive, Hermione.
Lucius could see her thoughts plain as day. They were written all over her face. He shook his head and smiled softly, lifting her chin. “Relax, Doll.” He couldn’t help his smirk – she was going to be perfect. He didn’t like seeing her upset, but he loved that she recognized her failure and felt regret. She wasn’t simply blowing it off and hoping for a spanking. He didn’t like bratty subs who tried to top from the bottom. He didn’t care for submissives who made light of their mistakes.
Her eyes grew wide and hope flared in her chest as she watched the smile spread across his face. Perhaps he wouldn’t be disappointed in her. She couldn’t bear his disappointment. After a second it hit her. Ha! She playfully slapped his arm as the realization came into focus. “You’re pleased, aren’t you? You’re pleased I screwed up so that you have an excuse to punish me!”
The smile fell from his face and Lucius shook his head solemnly as his expression grew serious. He grabbed the hand that smacked him and spoke softly, yet his tone was somber. “I will never be pleased when you make a mistake, Doll. That’s not how I operate. I will never demand something that I feel you can’t do. I will never set you up for failure, and I won’t be pleased when you do so.
“If I want to give you a playful spanking or punishment, I won’t need an excuse to do it.” His eyes were on hers with an intensity she had not seen before. “It’s important you understand this, Miss Granger.”
Hermione looked down in a submissive gaze to the floor. “Yes, sir. I understand. I’m truly sorry for forgetting to eat dinner.”
Lucius tilted her chin up again. “Yes, I believe you are. You will make restitution for your mistake, but not until…after you eat dinner.” His eyes still on hers, he called out, “Bilby!”
The house elf who opened the front door appeared with a loud pop. “Please prepare a bowl of the beef stew from dinner tonight for our guest.”
Hermione didn’t want to impose. “Oh...no. I’m fine. Really, I’m…”
Lucius’ sighed with a hint of exasperation and he shook his head in disbelief, a hint of a smile on his face. “Hmm, Miss Granger. Could you perhaps…define the word submissive?”
Hermione closed her eyes, realizing she had completely screwed up…again. She thought back to the definition she had read from several weeks ago. Her tone was resigned, disappointment in herself once again oozed out of her pores. “To unresistingly yield to the authority of another. To be humbly obedient.” His eyes stayed on her. She meekly whispered, “I understand, sir. I apologize. I didn’t want to impose.”
Lucius relaxed in front of her, once again lifting her chin. “You will never be an imposition, Doll.” He smiled warmly. “This, my dear, is why you are in training.”
She smiled softly, in return. “You aren’t going to ship me back to the submissive market? You know, trade me in for a model that clearly works?”
Lucius chuckled. “No, my dear. You will work out perfectly. I have acquired a model that needs a little assembling. I have all the parts and,” his gaze traveled down her form and back up appreciatively, “I’m really looking forward to piecing them all together.”
Lucius leaned forward and kissed her forehead tenderly before swatting her bottom, eliciting a surprised squeal and a giggle from her mouth. “Come on, let’s get you fed.”
Hermione sat down at the prepared place setting to find a steaming hot bowl of stew with chunks of beef and vegetables. Warm rolls with butter and a crystal goblet with sparkling water accompanied the meal.
Lucius sat at the head of the table, next to her and watched her eat. After the first mouth-watering bite, Hermione realized she really was quite hungry. She had just swallowed her second bite when Lucius asked, “So, Doll…who or what is Fabio?”
Heat flushed to Hermione’s face. How did Lucius know about…? Ah yes, your verbal diarrhea from earlier. She wiped her mouth with her napkin and took a sip of water.
He was looking at her expectantly.
“Uh, well... Fabio is my rabbit.”
Lucius cocked his head. “You have a pet rabbit?” His look was confused. “Why would you pull out a pet rabbit for…”
Hermione shook her head, mortified with where his train of thought was leading him. “No, sir. A rabbit…as in a rabbit muggle vibrator.”
Lucius ginned. “You have a name for your muggle vibrator?”
“Yes.” She answered simply, her look daring him to make fun of her.
His smile grew larger. “Hmm, well. I should very much like to meet…Fabio. You will bring him to the club tomorrow night.”
Hermione sighed. “Yes, sir.” She could only imagine where that might lead. The more she thought about it, though, the more her mood lifted. Fun with Lucius and Fabio! She kept as straight a face as she could as while imagining the possibilities.
They enjoyed tea and dessert as their conversation moved away from their agreement and the world of D/s. Hermione asked Lucius about Draco and what he was like as a small child. They discussed Hogwarts, and Lucius shared some of his memories from his own days at the magical boarding school. Hermione discussed her muggle primary school and told Lucius about her first crush – Michael Stewart who was a boy in her class that used to sit in the back row and draw warships on paper and make explosion sounds with his mouth as he drew bombs crashing down. She would scold him for not paying attention and he in turn would pick on her mercilessly about her studiousness. Their teasing would continue on the play-ground. She laughed as she recounted her fear of getting cooties from boys if they in any way touched her.
Lucius watched her, enjoying her care free laugh as she recounted such an innocent time in her life. He especially enjoyed observing her fingers often straying to trace the lines of her collar lovingly. He looked at his watch and was disappointed to find it was very late. “Hermione, it’s late and we both have a long day tomorrow.”
Hermione looked at her watch and was surprised that so much time had passed – it was after ten. “Oh goodness! Yes, I have court in the morning.”
Lucius stood and led her back into his study. Bilby appeared with her coat and Lucius helped her slip it on before gently tapping her collar to turn it back into the locket and giving her the incantation to adjust the length of the chain. She picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder. Her eyes stayed on his and he smiled reassuringly. He spoke kindly, “I am very much looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night. You should expect a punishment of some sort for not eating dinner tonight as instructed. It will not be anything intense, but it will serve as a reminder that each instruction I give, no matter how insignificant it may seem, serves a purpose. We will get it over with quickly so that it will not burden our minds the rest of the evening.”
Hermione couldn’t help her disappointment for having already screwed up. “Yes, sir. I look forward to starting my training and thank you for your patience and understanding.”
Lucius pulled her close and hugged her, kissing her head. “You are most welcome. I look forward to the privilege of introducing you properly to this magnificent world.”
Hermione Apparated home and began to undress. Lucius was perfect, and she couldn’t believe her good fortune at having such a wizard as her Dominant. She couldn’t deny her disappointment that he had sent her home, however. A large part of her had wanted him to punish her tonight, to get it over with so that she could atone for the guilt she was carrying. Then she wanted him to touch her, to claim her. To make her his. It was as she had told herself earlier, though, it had to be up to him. He obviously didn’t have the same urge and she would have to simply accept that he knew what was best.
Lucius sat in his leather chair, staring into the hearth as he sipped his fire-whiskey. That had been very hard. He held the cool glass against his forehead before swallowing down the last bit. He had wanted her. He had wanted to stake his ownership. He had wanted to punish her and then sink himself into her. He had kept his head, though, and had resisted. This was his home, it was not the club. He looked around his study. If he had taken her….in here… he would never find peace in his study again. He knew it as sure as he knew the sun would rise in the morning. This young woman was changing everything. He hadn’t even kissed her goodnight for fear he would lose his resolve to resist. His eye caught the journal sitting innocently on his desk, and excitement coursed through him.
Hermione was laying in bed, her fingers rubbing the locket as she looked over the notes for her case in the morning. She froze when the locket became warm, and tossed her notes aside as she jumped out of bed, dashing for her purse. She flipped open the cover and the on the first page, elegant cursive handwriting graced it:
Tomorrow night I will expect you at six o’clock. You will wear a skirt or a dress. Stockings are optional, pantyhose are never acceptable. I don’t require you dress in anything revealing. That will come later.
You are not to touch yourself, Doll. Your pleasure belongs to me. Tomorrow my pet…tomorrow we begin.
Master L
Hermione’s day dragged. Her morning presentation before the Wizengemot had only taken an hour and she had spent the rest of her day at her office.
Obsessing.
Scolding herself for her failure as a submissive.
Envisioning her punishment.
Imagining his hands on her.
Anticipating what he had in store.
Wondering if a certain wizard in black would make an appearance.
Hoping he did.
Hoping he didn’t.
Stop thinking about him, Hermione. He doesn’t want you.
And then she smiled. A wonderful man was taking her under his wing. A wonderfully Dominant and handsome man was going to train her. A man who was kind to her. A man who was her friend above all else. A man she could trust not to let emotion interfere in the playroom. A man who was safe.
When Hermione entered The Dungeon at five fifty-five, she found there was no one manning the door. It was very early as the club didn’t usually get busy until after nine. When she entered the main area, a slight flush of disappointment crept over her when she found the room to be empty. Clearly her new Dominant was not as eager as she was. She hoped he would punish her promptly, she didn’t like the guilt she was harboring for her screw up. She knew if he would just punish her, she’d be able to put it behind her.
A familiar face popped up from behind the bar and Hermione squealed as she ran towards the it. Jonathan smiled widely and hopped over the obstacle. “Well if it isn’t the Doll of The Dungeon!” Hermione crashed into him and laughed as he swung her around. He pulled back and looked her up and down. “Where have you been?” he demanded of her.
“I uh…I needed…”
A light cough from behind caught her attention and stopped her from finishing her sentence. She could tell by Lucius’ expression he wasn’t pleased. He was about five feet away, his arms crossed and his hawk-like eyes upon her. “Oh,” Hermione whispered, dropping her eyes. “Master.”
Jonathan’s stare dashed from her to Lucius and back again. Then he saw her collar and his jaw fell. “Oh, uh... Sorry, Master Lucius,” Jonathan said with his eyes cast down.
Lucius’ gaze was only on Hermione and she promptly stepped over to him as he scanned up and down her form-fitting, silky wrap-around dress. He spoke to Jonathan but still had not looked at him. “Is the bar set? Who is bar backing with you tonight?”
Jonathan’s submissive response was swift. “Kelsey, sir. She is due at seven.”
Lucius glanced at Jonathan and then his eyes were back on his newest acquisition as he spoke. “Master Severus is managing the floor tonight, let him know if she is late or if Master Scolton returns. He has been banned and lost his membership as a result of his behavior last weekend.”
“Yes, sir,” Jonathan responded.
Hermione kept her eyes on Lucius, instinctively knowing that’s where they belonged until he told her otherwise. He gave her a small smile. “You look lovely, Doll.” He took her hand. “Come.”
Hermione felt a rush of excitement when his thumb rubbed the back of her hand as he held it. His grip was warm and comforting. When they approached the entranceway that lead to the private rooms below, she suppressed the memory of her last time following a Dominant down these same stairs. Thinking of Snape was counterproductive and would only serve as a distraction. Still, she wondered where he was and if he knew she had signed a contract with Lucius.
Lucius led her into room number two and closed the door behind them. Hermione glanced around the space finding that it looked rather benign. There was sofa with a coffee table, a whipping bench, and a large bed in the corner of the room. Her attention then moved to the far wall where a rack hung near the bench. Riding crops, canes, floggers and paddles – as well as a few items she had never seen before – all hung tauntingly.
“Eyes on me, Miss Granger.”
Hermione quickly turned to face her Master.
His face was kind, but his words were firm. “You are not to touch another person within the club without my permission. I know Jonathan is your friend, but the freedoms you enjoyed prior to signing a contract with me are a thing of the past as long as you are my submissive.”
Hermione looked down with her hands behind her back. “Yes, Master. I understand.”
After a moment he asked her, “So, tell me. How was your day?” He sat down on the sofa and gestured towards the floor beside his feet. Hermione gingerly slid to her knees and rested on her heels.
He tilted her chin up when she didn’t answer. “You are always to answer my questions. I find it tedious to give you permission to speak. If I ask you a question, you will answer. If another asks you a question, you will look to me for permission to answer.” His eyes moved from hers to her mouth and back to her eyes again. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
He smiled warmly. “Tell me, how was your day?”
She sighed, “It was long, Master. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I let you down. To have already earned a punishment is very disappointing.”
“Did you think about your impending punishment?”
“Yes, Master, but I spent far more time thinking about what I did to earn that punishment. I truly am sorry.”
“Look at me, Doll.” Hermione’s chocolate eyes met his grey and she found affection in them. “You have served your penance. You have expressed sincere remorse and I am quite certain the scolding you have given yourself is more than enough punishment.”
Hermione felt warmth creep though her. She knew in that instant Lucius was going to be a fair and just Dominant. While she would have preferred a spanking last night, she could not deny that his leaving her to think about it for a full day was much more effective than any spanking would have been. She would most likely have enjoyed it…although she couldn’t be sure. She had yet to be on the receiving end of a true punishment from Lucius Malfoy.
She felt her body heat from the mere thought of his hands on her. It was Friday and she had not orgasmed since Monday and felt like a burning cord about to hit the bomb. She knew that she would combust the minute he touched her…and she hoped it would be soon.
Lucius’ soft voice pulled her focus back to where she knew it needed to be. “You’re blushing, Doll. Tell me what has brought on such a delicious response.”
Hermione sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she pondered her answer. Immediately his hand was on her chin where his thumb gently plucked it from her teeth’s grip. His eyebrow rose, and his expression was turning foreboding.
Hermione wasted no more time contemplating her answer. “I was imagining what a punishment spanking would be like coming from you, Master.” Wanting to be completely forthcoming she continued. “And I was acknowledging to myself that I had not orgasmed since Monday and am feeling…”
Lucius’ look was serious. “Once you have experienced a true punishment spanking from me, you will understand that orgasms will not be part of the encounter. A punishment is not a punishment if it ends in pleasure.”
“No sir, I didn’t imagine it would be.”
“No, Master,” he corrected her. However, his eyes were soft, and his thumb was gently rubbing her bottom lip. “So – some rules you need to follow while in the club.” Hermione perked up, eager for her instruction to begin. “While in any public areas of the club, you will follow two steps behind me and slightly to my right. This way I always know where you are and a simple reach behind with my dominant hand has you in my grasp.” He watched her eyes, which clearly gave away her excitement and anticipation. He had to resist the urge to chuckle. “If I stop, you stop. I will gesture where I want you to stand should I desire you to move from behind me. This means your eyes are to be on me at all times. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master,” she responded eagerly. Lucius couldn’t help his eyes from moving to the collar. The gems sparkled beautifully and brought out the brightness of her eyes.
“You will not speak to anyone in the club unless I give you permission. If someone asks you a question, you will look to me. I will either nod or speak my consent or disapproval. You do nothing without my consent.”
Her expression wavered to one of slight concern. Not wanting there to be any confusion he commanded, “Now is the time to ask if you have a question, Doll.”
“Master, how will I let you know if I have a need or a question?”
Lucius studied her for a moment. “You will not address me unless it is of the utmost importance. If you find you must have an answer, you will politely and demurely say ‘Master.’ I will stop speaking, or doing whatever it is that I was doing, and will immediately address your concern. I will always be aware of you and will strive to be very attuned to what is going on around you. I think you will find you have very little need to address me.”
He could tell his answer reassured her, so he continued. “No eye contact with any other Dominant, unless I grant it.” He watched her for a moment. “I should clarify that this includes Severus Snape. You are not to look him in the eye or speak to him without my permission. It’s important that you understand this.”
Hermione swallowed, feeling a slight need to reassure Lucius that she understood she was his and his alone. “I understand, Master. You are my Dominant. You are my focus and the one person I will aim to obey and please.”
Lucius felt himself relax from a tension he didn’t realize he was harboring. The desire Hermione and Snape had for each other could prove to be a huge elephant in the room and he was not convinced it would be easy to navigate. He would need to be strict with his authority and control over the situation.
“I am pleased, Hermione. I am pleased by your response and by your clear understanding of the…circumstances.” He noticed her flush from his appraisal and it made him smile. This witch was utterly perfect.
He leaned back on the sofa and patted his knee, signaling her to climb onto his lap. Hermione smiled and eagerly complied. He pulled her knees up and cradled her close so that she was nestled into him. Her head was tucked under his chin as he continued.
“As far as dress is concerned, I have no requirement other than you should always wear a dress or a skirt. Again, no pantyhose. The blasted fool who designed that contraption should have to meet a Dementor’s Kiss.”
Hermione giggled.
“I have purchased a collection of undergarments that I will require you to wear under whatever dress or skirt you wear to the club.” When he felt her tense, he made it clear this was not up for debate. “I insist, Doll. For one thing, I can be…overzealous in removing such obstacles and am quite certain you will tire of me destroying your intimates. Also, I have particular...tastes. I might require you to accompany me about the club and I might require you to do so dressed in no more than the provided lingerie. I will notify you ahead of time, either in person or via your journal, if I require any particular dress or attire for any particular sessions.”
He stroked her hair and was pleased she seemed to have lost the tension from only a moment before. “Are you ok, Doll? Am I moving too fast...going over too much at one time?”
Hermione pulled back and met his eyes. A twinkle of mischief was displayed as she responded, “Master…really, it’s not terribly complicated… Walk, follow, eyes, talk, and dress. Perhaps you didn’t realize, but you happened to have signed the brightest witch of her age as your submissive.” She batted her eye lashes playfully.
Lucius gave her a lopsided grin. “Well, I’ll expect perfect compliance when we venture out amongst the throng momentarily, then. I want you to practice what we’ve discussed and there are some demonstrations tonight I feel warrant your attention.” He patted her hip. “Up you get.”
Hermione couldn’t hide her spike of disappointment when he dismissed her from his warm hands and strong arms. Lucius noticed she was much slower exiting his lap than entering. “Doll, is something bothering you?”
“No, Master, I just…” Her gaze wandered from his face to the floor and he physically pulled her gaze back to his.
“Eyes on me and answer concisely, please.”
Her eyes flew to his. “It’s just…I wanted...I was hoping.”
“Yes?”
She sighed. “Master, would you please kiss me?”
Lucius studied her for a moment. “Another rule, Miss Granger. Each session you will be granted three wishes. It might not be your top three, but three requests will be granted throughout the course of each training evening.” His eyes moved to her mouth. “And this my dear, is a request I am most happy to oblige.”
Hermione let out a squeal when Lucius suddenly wrapped his arms around her and lifted her as though she weighed no more than a pygmy puff. He carried her four large steps and she let out an “Oomph!” as he pressed her urgently against the wall.
She felt instant heat and overwhelming desire when his eyes bore into hers with a predatory, animalistic stare. His mouth crashed onto hers violently and Hermione threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. His tongue was tentative and then demanding as it forced its way into her mouth. She moaned as she felt his hardness press into her and his hands roam over every groove and curve of her breasts, waist, and bottom. She could feel the coiling need in her belly begin to tighten and felt certain that if he didn’t take her in that instant she would lose all sanity.
Then it was apparent the blasted man was attempting to do just that – make her crazy. She was going to end up in the looney bin, she was quite certain. Lucius simply stepped back and used his arms to guide her to the floor. She was panting, her hair was glued to her face in all sorts of angles from the sticky sweat of arousal that marred her complexion.
He, on the other hand, looked completely composed. Hermione’s eyes moved up and down his form to find he looked as though he had merely been an observer and not a participant in their moment of passion.
She shook her head. “Master one, Doll zero.”
Lucius broke out into jubilant laughter and leaned in to plant a kiss on her forehead. “Oh, Doll. You are simply a treasure.” He glanced her up and down. “Compose yourself, it’s time I introduce you to the club as mine.”
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission