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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 Fifteen
Hermione’s insane frustration seemed destined to only continue. Lucius moved through the growing crowd with Hermione following exactly as he had told her, two steps behind to his right. She fought a bit of panic when she was cut off and he got further ahead of her than two steps, and rushed to catch up. Remembering painfully the look of frustrated disappointment on Snape’s face when she hadn’t been able to keep up with him in the crowd the last time she was here, she was thankful that he didn’t comment or scold. Instead he favored her with a small grin when he checked to make sure she was still with him. When he was directly in front of the stage, Lucius motioned her forward with a crook of his finger, then pointed to direct her to stand right in front of him. She did so instantly, keeping her eyes slightly averted.
Once she was standing with her back to his chest he slipped one arm around her shoulders from behind, letting his forearm rest across her collar bones and his other hand moved to splay flat across her belly. The tips of his long fingers brushed the top of her pubis over the silkiness of her dress.
Hermione’s breath hitched, and she crossed her arms over under her bust as he pulled her back against the length of his body while whispering in a low, husky voice in her ear, “I want you to watch the stage, never take your eyes off the witch.” She shuddered as his warm breath tickled the delicate cartilage, but moved her eyes to the stage immediately.
On it a submissive was strapped to what looked like a horizontal St. Andrew’s cross and Hermione’s eyebrows rose inquisitively. The scene was hot, even though she didn’t recognize either the sub or the Dom. The lighting over the stage was dim, allowing the dozens of red candles to cast flickering shadows against the submissive’s pale skin. The dark-skinned Dominant was shirtless with defined planes and grooves of a fit body. His eyes drank in every inch of the witch before him, who was completely naked. The witch on the cross was strapped at each ankle and wrist and across her middle. She was arching her back and wiggling as the Dom methodically poured hot wax across her legs and low belly. The moans that were emanating from the witch made Hermione rub her legs together in nervous agitation. She couldn’t help but feel a touch of envy at the pure look of ecstasy on the witch’s face. Once again, her mind went to her lack of sexual release – she hadn’t come since Charlie. The tension in her body was mounting incredibly.
Hermione groaned audibly as the Dom poured a strip of wax across the sub’s chest, obviously focusing on her nipples. This caused her to give a little shriek and a tug to each restraint as she bowed her upper body and threw her head back in apparent pleasure.

“Hmm, Miss Granger,” the deep voice of her Master (her Master!) whispered in her ear. “I see this is exciting you.” Her breath all but stopped when she felt the hand resting on her low belly slip further south. “Let’s see if we can’t up the ante.” His nose nuzzled her hair and she could feel him breathing deep as if taking in her scent. When his fingers found her clit over the top of her dress and knickers, the sensation made her knees wobble and she leaned back into him heavily. The feel of his erection pressing into her back made her light headed as he started to tease the little nub.
Her breath came in staccatoed gasps as she watched the witch on stage continue to writhe. After a few more minutes of dribbled hot wax and Lucius’ skillful fingers, Hermione was in a right state of sexual panic.
“May I come, please, Master?” she whispered frantically as she watched in utter fascination as the wizard on stage used his wand to stand the St. Andrew’s cross upright, leaving the witch bound. He moved in front of her, holding what looked like a red rubber ball and touched her lips with it. The witch opened her mouth wide and he inserted it before flicking his wand so the straps that held the gag wove around her head.
“You may not,” Lucius responded. Hermione could feel his grin in her hair. She whimpered and felt tears prick her eyes as he continued to gently stroke her over her clothing.
“Yes, Master,” she breathed shakily, clenching her internal muscles, and trying to hold back the onslaught of pleasure that was trying to burst forth.
The first strike of the flogger across the witch’s bare breasts made both the witch and Hermione drag in deep breaths. Hermione’s gasp turned into a frantic, wordless plea of sound as Lucius’ fingers sped. Her body started to tremble violently and the arm around her collar bones tightened. It felt as if he were attempting to hold her together when she was on the verge of shattering into a million pieces.
“Please, Master.” It was a pitiful sound, and Lucius couldn’t help the evil grin that split his face as he kissed the top of her head.

“No, Doll,” he growled lowly in her ear. “Don’t ask again.” He felt, rather than saw, her nod as the trembling in her body grew more pronounced. Wickedly, he stopped stroking her, sliding his hand back up to rest on her belly. He tightened his grasp on Hermione’s waist when she sagged heavily into him. Her legs were weak with the effort of holding off her orgasm as her body struggled to figure out what to do with the overabundance of tension. Even though she kept her eyes on the stage, she mentally retreated, trying to distance herself from her frustration. The fates of Henry the VIII’s wives were divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived. Pluto is no longer a planet because it has not cleared its orbit of debris.
While Hermione was trying to distract herself, Lucius continued to take in the show on stage. His hard-on was ragging mad, mostly because he had wanted to take Hermione since lunch on Tuesday. At least he’d had the release of a few wank sessions to help him through, however. He was thoroughly impressed with Hermione’s acceptance of her orgasm denial.

Cocking his head, Lucius focused on the duo in front of him. He found it very satisfying to watch hardened wax flake off the sub’s body with every lick of the flogger. It was very apparent that Hermione was also enjoying the show. While her trembling had slowed, her breath still came in unsteady pants. Lucius slipped his fingers down again, now that she’d had a little time to recover. He delighted in the fact that he could feel a damp spot on her dress, and almost groaned with her when a snarl left her throat as he began her torture again. His other hand slipped back a bit, so he could wrap his large hand lightly around the delicate length of her throat. It took no time at all for her to return to her wanton, trembling state of arousal.
“Oh, Gods,” she whispered frantically, and he knew she was on the verge of not being able to hold back any longer. He slipped his hand away from her clit again and moved it to her hip in order to pull her tight against him. She arched, looking for somewhere for the tension in her clit to go. His other arm moved back to its position over her collar bones.
Lucius was startled for a moment when a tear drop hit his wrist and he quickly grasped her chin. “What’s wrong?” he whispered as he tilted her head back so he could see her face.
“I’m all right,” she murmured. Her voice sounded thick, but he could see the truth in her eyes. “I’m just feeling a bit overwhelmed, is all.” He gave her a gentle smile and pressed a light kiss to her forehead. She was doing very well. Instinct told him she could take what he was giving her, otherwise he wouldn’t be pushing her so hard. He meant what he had told her; he would never set her up to fail. Lucius wanted her to realize her ability. It was the first step in building her confidence. He decided he wouldn’t tease her anymore for now, letting her have a break seemed prudent in light of her tears.
“A drink, I think,” he murmured. Not being able to help himself, he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, laughing softly when her face followed his as he pulled back. Lucius stepped away from her and made his way through the crowd to the stairs. When he reached them, he turned his head slightly to the right to find her exactly where she was supposed to be. He was unable to suppress a smile as he started up the stairs. She really was doing beautifully.
When they reached the door, he paused and handed her her mask, which she slipped on without looking at him. Lucius pushed through the exit and held the door for her, pleased when Hermione’s eyes stayed on the floor while she waited for him to continue to his destination. He led her to a booth and gestured for her to sit.
“Do you like strawberries, Doll?” he asked softly.
“Yes, Master,” she responded.
“I will be back momentarily,” he told her. “You will speak with no one, but you are free to look around.” She nodded and watched him with hungry eyes as he moved to the bar. When he was swallowed up by the sea of patrons, Hermione averted her eyes to the table top. Her body was tingling with denied release, which was taking all of her attention.
“Beaves!” a familiar voice called after she had lost herself for a few minutes. Hermione’s head snapped up and her eyes flitted in the direction of Draco’s exclamation. She smiled as he came barreling towards her and slipped into the booth opposite her. “Hey! So glad to see you back here! How’re you doing?”
She smiled again, but did not respond. This caused a confused look to mar his handsome features. “What’s wro – oh!” Hermione knew the moment his eyes landed on her collar. (Honestly – the thing was so beautifully ostentatious, she wasn’t sure how anyone could miss it.) He paused for a second before doing a double take and squinting his eyes to look at it more closely before they widened in true surprise.
Hermione’s lips parted with her own shock when his eyes flew to hers, full of questions. Lucius really didn’t tell him? she thought wildly.
“Is that the Malfoy crest?” he whispered, his voice a bit choked.
Hermione averted her eyes, heat blooming across her features. She was sure it was quite a blow to Draco that his father had collared her. Why Lucius hadn’t said anything to him was beyond her.
“You’re not allowed to talk to anyone, are you?” he asked, a smirk settling on his features as he sat back cockily. One of his arms stretched along the back of the booth while the other lay on the table. He laughed when she didn’t answer. “This is almost too good – the Gryffindor goody-two-shoes not allowed to talk.” The hand on the table came up to rub his chin thoughtfully. “Tell me – what do you get when you add wormwood to pickled mandrake roots?”

The frustrated, angry look that crossed her features made him guffaw and he threw his head back while tears formed in his eyes. “I’ve got another one! What’s the incantation to levitate something that weighs more than a ton?” His eyes sparkled merrily as she started chewing her bottom lip and her eyes narrowed dangerously. This only made him laugh harder. She crossed her arms under her chest and slumped back in the booth, pointedly looking away from him as a pout pulled the corners of her lips down.
“Draco…” It was said in a warning tone that made Hermione’s eyes fall back to the table top instantly. A water goblet full of a light pink, bubbly something was sat in front of her. “Drink, Doll,” Lucius directed as he slid into the booth next to her.
“Father…you’ve collared a submissive.” Draco raised an accusing eyebrow.
“I have.” Lucius sipped his drink as he watched Hermione raise hers to her lips. He found himself smiling when her eyes widened appreciatively. She held the glass in front of her appraisingly before taking another, deeper swallow.
“You like it, love?” he asked her softly.
“Yes, Master,” she responded, smiling at him sweetly. “What is it?”
“Sparkling strawberry water.” He smirked at her pleasure.
“Neither of you are going to tell me how the hell this came about?” Draco asked after a moment of silence.
Lucius sighed heavily as he set down his drink. “I need to do a check on security and the bar,” he told Hermione as he turned her face to his. “You are free to talk with Draco while I am gone. If Etan, Rose, or Johnathan were to find you before I come back, I give you permission to speak with them, as well. No one else. You will not leave this booth under any circumstances beside the need to use the restroom. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Hermione answered obediently. She loved how his eyes darkened with desire when she called him that. Neither noticed Draco looking at them with a contemplative expression.
“Kiss me goodbye,” Lucius directly. Hermione leaned up without a second thought to press her lips to his sweetly.
“Master?” she murmured as he pulled back and brushed his lips to the crest of her nose before he started sliding from the booth.

“Yes, pet?” His look grew a bit stern when she addressed him so quickly after being told how rare it should be.
She looked abashed as she asked, “How long will you be?”
“No longer than thirty minutes, pet,” he responded, his face smoothing out. It had been a reasonable question. “Be a good girl.” He winked at her before disappearing into the crowd.
Cautiously, she moved her eyes back to Draco, feeling very nervous. Was he mad? Draco studied her for a moment before a grin split his face. “Are you really working on becoming my new step-mummy, Beaves?” He laughed at her mixed expression of surprise and horror before starting to chuckle herself.
“No, Draco,” she said simply when they calmed down. “Your father doesn’t feel that way about me.”
He nodded, but his eyes looked faraway for a moment. He turned his face from her, rubbing his chin again as he thought. “Listen, Gra –”

“Doll!” she said quickly. “On this floor, I’m Doll.”
“Right!” he corrected instantly. “Doll. Listen. Please be careful with my father. I think there’s the potential for this to be more than you realize, and I don’t want him to get hurt.”
“What do you mean?” Hermione asked, confused. “Lucius is my friend,” she answered. “Much like you and I. We both know that you and I would never last even if we wanted to try.”
“Oh, I don’t think –”
“Doll!” The lovely, dulcet tones of Etan interrupted what Draco was about to say.
“Good evening, sir,” Hermione greeted politely as Etan, with Rose trailing a few steps behind, walked up to their booth.
“May we join you?” he asked politely, looking to Draco and then to Hermione.
“Of course,” Hermione responded with a broad smile, gesturing to the table. Etan slid in beside Draco and signaled for Rose to kneel on the floor next to him.
“It’s so good to see you back with us, Doll,” Etan grinned as he tangled a hand possessively in Rose’s hair before guiding her head to rest against his thigh. “How are you?”
“I am well, sir,” Hermione responded, eyes glowing.
“That’s wonder…is that a collar?” he asked after a break in his train of thought. Etan’s eyes flew to meet Draco’s. “I do apologize, Draco. I had no idea you were interested in collaring a submissive.”
“Oh, no,” Draco held up both hands and laughed. “She’s not mine. She was just saying how terrible we’d be together on a permanent basis!”
“That’s the Malfoy crest isn’t it…? Ah.” He had obviously figured it out even as he spoke. “Master Lucius?”
“Yes,” Hermione and Draco answered together.
“I take it things with the other Dom did not progress as hoped, then?” Etan’s eyes were sad for her and Hermione felt her cheeks flush. She was pretty sure Draco had no idea about Snape and glanced at him from under her eyelashes. She was correct, curiosity lit his features.
“What other Dom?” Draco looked thoroughly confused. Hermione and Etan both ignored him.
“They didn’t,” she answered quietly. “I was sad as well.”
“What other Dom?” Draco demanded a second time.
“Would you like to talk about it?” Etan questioned kindly, cutting across Draco’s insatiable curiosity.

“Beaves, c’mon!” Draco leaned forward eagerly. “You know you can trust me, I won’t go blabbing. What other Dom were you hoping would collar you?”
Hermione’s eyebrows shot up. “Why do you think I was hoping for another Dom to collar me?” she asked a bit snootily.
“Because you’re just not really the type to keep flitting around.” Draco shrugged. “You were always the serious, studious type. I know you want a Dom for keeps. I wasn’t born yesterday.”
Hermione gave a deep sigh of annoyance. He was right, and she also knew Draco. He wasn’t going to let this go until he had an answer.
“Snape.” It was said simply with a popping sound on the ‘p’.
“I could leave Rose with you for a bit if you’d like some girl chat?” Etan broke in, giving Draco a silent glare that told the younger man to back off.
“No way! I want to hear about this!” Draco interjected, purposely ignoring Etan’s warning look and not letting Hermione answer. His eyebrows rose. “You and Snape?”
Hermione’s cheeks grew even hotter as Draco looked at her with obvious surprise. She didn’t miss the impressed gleam in his eye, either.
“He’s a wicked good Dom, Doll,” Draco said softly after a few moments. “Tough, strict, a little heavy on discipline, but wicked good.”
“It was an … eye opening experience,” Hermione said softly. Personally, she didn’t know about Snape being a good Dom. Her limited experience showed her that Lucius was by far the better Dominant of the two. Even her experience with Draco hadn’t been remotely as disastrous as her experiences with Snape. However – it wasn’t like anything she and Snape did was normal. It seemed that emotions and insecurities heavily influenced their interactions, which is why she tried hard not to judge him too harshly. Hermione knew that she certainly hadn’t been her normal self around him. “It didn’t work out. How do you know that he’s a good Dom?”
Draco shrugged. “I’ve scened with him. I don’t really get into dudes, I much prefer the witches. When I switch, though, I like threesomes and moresomes on occasion. I’ve done a few of those scenes with him. I’ve also seen him do presentations and demonstrations. He and Britt have been an unofficial pair for a long time. Before the war they were actually together-together. He broke it off with her because he was worried for her safety and didn’t want her to be connected with him.”
Draco obviously wasn’t paying attention to Hermione’s reactions, or he would have noticed all color leaving her face. He just continued on like a fourth-year female Hufflepuff-gossipmonger. She took a large swallow of her sparkling water, wishing it was alcohol. Etan gave her a sympathetic look. “I’ve been coming here since right after the war when Snape and my dad bought the old owner out. I’ve seen Snape do a ton of shit. Why didn’t it work out with you? Because you’re new?”

“I’m not really willing to talk about it in detail. It’s just too personal.” She wasn’t looking at him as she answered because she was too overwhelmed by all the information he had just given her. Raising a hand to rub her forehead, she continued, “Let’s just suffice it to say he couldn’t give me what I needed, and apparently, I couldn’t give him what he wanted.” She paused. “Maybe it’s better to say he didn’t want me.” She tried to keep the hurt out of her voice but knew she was failing when Draco started to look a bit uncomfortable. “Your Father has been very good to me, I know I’ve made the right choice for a training Dom.”
Draco’s face looked astonished once again. “My dad took you on as a training sub?”
She was confused by his surprise. “Yes…” she affirmed hesitantly.
“Oh.” Draco and Etan exchanged somewhat baffled looks.
“What?”
“It’s just that…well, Gra-Doll – my dad must be awfully into you to take you on as a training sub,” Draco explained slowly. “He doesn’t usually have the patience…I don’t think he’s done that more than once…maybe twice.”
“Oh, no,” Hermione smiled. “You have it all wrong. Master Lucius and I are just good friends.”
Draco’s face suddenly became worried. “Hermione.” She would have protested the use of her first name, but he whispered it so low she barely heard it. “You’re wrong about that; my dad is crazy about you.”
Hermione waved her hand somewhat dismissively even as she felt a clench of unsureness tighten in the pit of her stomach. Lucius was crazy about her? No…that can’t be true. He would have never agreed to do this with me knowing how I feel about Snape if that were true…would he?
“Okay,” Draco gave up when Hermione’s face became dangerously contemplative and her teeth made an appearance to nibble at her bottom lip. “Just…be careful, all right?”
“Of course, Draco,” she said sincerely. “I’m quite fond of your father and I intend to keep his friendship long after our contract expires.” Her ex-nemesis seemed appeased with that proclamation and relaxed back into the booth again.
They chatted a bit more about work and home and other friends. After about twenty minutes or so, Hermione excused herself to go to the restroom. Five minutes later, she was walking out of the loo while looking down as she straightened her dress.
She let out a muffled squeak of surprise, along with an “I’m so sorry, sir,” when she walked smack dab into a black covered chest. Instantly she knew who it was, without even looking up into his face. Snape.
This was not good. She wasn’t allowed to speak with him without Lucius’ permission, but she was alone. How was she supposed to convey that directive?
Keeping her eyes trained on the ground, she tried to move past him. Snape didn’t touch her, but he also wouldn’t give her room to pass. “Miss,” he said softly, and there was a tinge of emotion in his voice. She still didn’t look up and her heart started pounding painfully in her chest. “Ah, I see you are following orders. That’s fine. You can stay quiet while I talk to you.”
He paused, and Hermione nervously wiped sweaty palms on her skirt. She just wanted to leave, Lucius would be back any moment and she really didn’t want to get in trouble.
“I need to, uh… I need to apologize to you.” Snape’s deep baritone was laced with a slight tremor. It took everything in Hermione not to allow her eyes to fly to his and see if he was being sincere. She remained silent and still, however, with her eyes on the ground. “What happened the last time we were together was not…” She heard him swallow. “Well. I was out of…” He sighed, and Hermione found herself becoming resentful. He couldn’t even apologize to her? Honestly? Then he said something that made her heart leap into her throat.
“Hermione,” he whispered fiercely. She tried not to wince at the sound of her first name, she glanced around under the cover of her eyelashes, relieved they were alone. “What I did was uncalled for, and I’m sorry. I believe we were misunderstanding each other, and I let my insecurities get out of hand. I am now quite aware of how wrong I was. I would like us to start fresh.”
“What is going on here?” Lucius’ voice was laced with anger and made Hermione flinch. “Pet,” he said, the edge to his voice was bordering on menacing and Hermione felt tears spring to her eyes. She didn’t want to disappoint him. “You are to look at me and answer when I ask you a question.”
Her eyes snapped up quickly. “Yes, Master,” she rushed. “I apologize. I was coming back from the bathroom when I ran into Master Snape. He was, uh … a-apologizing … to me for our last … encounter.”
“What did I tell you about speaking with someone without my permission?” Lucius growled. Snape watched in fascination as Hermione’s cheeks reddened and her eyes averted as she wound her arms tight around her middle.
“I swear I did not speak to Master Snape, Master.” Her voice was trembling. “I didn’t even look at him. I was just listening.”
The silence between the three was deafening, all though Lucius expression softened with her explanation. “That was the way of it, Snape?” Lucius turned accusing eyes on his friend.
“She is being truthful,” Snape answered softly, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his chin challengingly. Lucius didn’t miss the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off Hermione’s collar. “You and I have discussed this in the past. I did not think it would be a problem.”
“I am very pleased, Doll.” Lucius’ tone immediately smoothed as he accepted his submissive’s elucidation. “Please move to position,” he instructed her. Hermione hurriedly took the few steps needed to place herself behind Lucius, her eyes staying on the floor.
Lucius’ focus turned back to his friend. “You’re right, we have discussed this, Snape. In the future, please seek me out and ask permission to speak with my submissive. It will be granted, but I wish to bear witness your…encounters…until Doll has had time to adapt to her new rules.
“If you would like to answer Master Snape, now is your chance.” Lucius moved his attention back to Hermione. “You may look at him.”
Hermione took a deep, calming breath before raising her eyes to meet guarded obsidian irises. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment when the air buzzed with the electrical current they seemed to harbor. It was a thrumming that none of the trio could miss and Hermione did not see the way Lucius’ eyes filled with frustrated regret as he looked away from the pair.
Politely, she spoke with the man that haunted her dreams all too often. “I appreciate and accept your apology, Master Snape. I apologize for my part of the miscommunication, as well. I would very much like to start over – when my training has been completed.”
The relief that flooded Snape’s eyes made Hermione’s heart leap, as did the way that Lucius and Snape exchanged a long, loud look. She quickly talked herself down however. She had made a commitment with Lucius and respected and trusted him. No matter what this chemical reaction was with Severus Snape, she would fulfill her commitment on pure principal. She would not leap blind again, Hermione knew Lucius was better for her then Snape when it came to training. All three of them knew it. Besides, it’s not like she wasn’t attracted to Lucius. Snape may be the volatile volcano, but Lucius was the pyroclastic flow – ultimately, they both packed a lot of heat. Returning her focus to pleasing her Master, Hermione’s eyes moved back to the floor and she resealed her lips.
“Are we through here?” Lucius questioned.
“Yes, Master,” Hermione murmured, moving her eyes to take in Lucius’ expression. It was kind again. He was no longer upset, in fact, he looked very pleased indeed.
“Very good, pet,” he nodded with a small smile. “Let us return so you may say goodbye to your friends.” With a nod to a stoic and silent Snape, Lucius turned and walked back to their little booth, Hermione following quickly behind. Neither spared a glance back.
“Say good-bye, Doll,” Lucius teased with a small smirk when they reached the table with Draco and Etan talking animatedly while Rose leaned against her Master’s thigh, eyes closed in bliss as he swirled gentle circles through her hair. “You’ll not be seeing anyone anymore tonight.”
Draco gave her an evil grin and Etan chuckled. Hermione, feeling a flush of heat creep into her face, murmured her good-byes. Lucius led her a few steps away before coming to a halt and turning to her.
“You brought Fabio?” That damn smirk seemed to be a permanent fixture on his face suddenly and it made her heart race with anticipation.

“I did, Master,” she returned his smirk with a coy smile. Her eagerness was growing. Was he finally going to let her come? “He’s in my purse.”
“Your bag is at check?”
“Yes, Master.” Without another word, Lucius strode towards coat check. They gathered her bag and he handed it to her to sling over her shoulder as she followed him back into the basement. They walked past a few more demonstrations that were happening, and when Lucius stopped to take in a female Dom spanking a female sub, she literally groaned with disappointment. He threw a teasing grin over his shoulder before continuing through the crowd. It took concentrated effort for Hermione not to mutter curses under her breath. He was driving her mad, and he bloody well knew it, too!
When the door to playroom two shut behind them, it cancelled all noise of the busy floor they had just left. Lucius’ demeanor changed abruptly. Gone was the teasing, playful Dom she had been with for the majority of the night. In the breath of a second she was being bodily shoved up against the back of the door as a pair of firm, hard lips crashed down on hers. He used Hermione’s gasp of surprise to gain brutal access to her mouth, sucking her tongue before scraping it gently with his teeth. His hands gripped her hips roughly before sliding up her sides and caressing the outskirts of her breasts. As quickly as it began, it ended. He stepped away from her and took her elbow in his hand, steering her into the center of the room. She was again greeted with a sofa and coffee table, a whipping bench, and a large bed. As much as she wanted to let her eyes wander, she quickly moved them to the floor as she awaited instructions. She was gasping for breath, beyond turned on. That kiss only helped fan the flames of the inferno he created at the beginning of the week.
“First, Miss Granger,” Lucius tipped her chin up and Hermione was somewhat pleased to see he seemed a little flustered himself. “I wish to tell you how well you have done tonight. I am very pleased.” She felt the heat of a blush in her cheeks and bit her lip as she attempted to suppress the pleasure of those words from being blatantly obvious. His sexy, knowing smirk slid across his face slowly as he used his thumb to pluck her lip from her teeth before his mouth descended on hers again. This kiss was not as heated, not as brutal. It was just a gentle, chaste brush, but it thrilled her all the same.
“Now.” He pulled back, and she was delighted once again that he needed to clear his throat before continuing. “There will be times when I send you to a playroom to wait for me.” He began to circle her, and Hermione returned her eyes to the floor, leaving her hands loose at her sides. She couldn’t help the gasp that left her when he let one hand trail a caress over her backside before giving it a squeeze and then a light slap before continuing to scrutinize her.
“When I do this, you will enter the room and remove all your clothing except your knickers, unless otherwise instructed. If any of your jewelry – with the exception your collar, of course – could be potentially hazardous, you will remove that as well. You’ll fold the clothing and will place these items on the small table that is under every medicine cabinet in every room. Then you’ll take the common kneeling position. You will kneel two paces into the room and two paces to the left of the door. If there is something in your way in that position, you will get as close to it as you can. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand, Master.”
“Demonstrate.”
Quietly, Hermione moved across the room to set her bag on the small table under the cupboard where she knew the sober up potions were kept. She removed her shoes and slid them under the table and then started unwrapping her dress. She folded it, quickly followed by her bra, and dangle earrings. She walked to the door and stepped two paces in and two paces to the left before kneeling with her knees together, bum on her feet, and palms flat on her thighs. She stared straight ahead.
“Very nice.” Lucius complimented. “Whenever I tell you to kneel, this is where you go in any room. This is how you are to present yourself for me. When we are in company, and I indicate you to kneel on the floor, this is how I want you to look. If we will be seated for a long time, I will cast a cushioning charm. If I touch your head with my fingertips, you are allowed to rest against my thigh.
“When I enter the room, you are not allowed to speak or look at me until I tell you to do so. Tell me that you understand all I just told you.”
“I understand, Master.”
“Good.” There was a beat of silence. “Look at me.” Hermione raised her eyes to his handsome face. “Undress me, Miss Granger.” He almost laughed aloud at the fire that sparked in her eyes with that last directive. He knew he was severely pushing her boundaries tonight and would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t having fun.
The witch – his witch – was an absolute ball of sexual tension. Lucius wasn’t sure he had ever worked a witch up into such a frenzy in his entire life – and he was nowhere near done with her. Hermione stood swiftly and came to him immediately. The girl wasted no time unhooking the clasp of his outer robes to reveal a simple button-down dress shirt and black trousers. She slid the robe off his shoulders and directly folded it to set next to hers. He was impressed with her automatic initiative, she was definitely scoring points.
Lucius watched with delicious anticipation as she slid her fingers down button after button. Her hands were cool on his shoulders when she pushed the garment down his arms. She repeated the process with his shoes, socks, trousers, and boxers, and folded each item of clothing as she went. He was impressed that her anxious energy allowed her to leave his throbbing erection alone, and murmured praise to her for not being distracted. Hermione met his eyes and gave him a tight nod and it was all he could do not to laugh. She was holding on by a string and they both knew it.
Driving them both mad, Lucius instructed her into the next position he expected from her. “Between instructions, or anytime I tell you to wait, you will take the following position.” He demonstrated the waiting position: feet shoulder width apart, back ramrod straight, arms folded behind her at the small of her back, and eyes straight ahead. He snorted quietly when he noticed her eyes glued to his cock. “Miss Granger?” he teased and laughed aloud when her eyes flew to his and a blush to match the pink tinge of her cheeks spread up her neck and across the swell of her breasts.
“Yes, sir. I mean…yes, master.” Her eyes closed briefly, and he could almost hear her silent pep talk.
“Demonstrate.” He couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice. Once she was in position, he adjusted her by pushing her shoulders back and tilting her chin up a bit. “Very good.”
Lucius stepped until he was right in front of her, his erection mere centimeters from brushing her flat stomach. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, he raised his right hand and entangled his fingers into her hair. He tightened his grip and slowly put pressure on her crown, indicating he wanted her to kneel. Swallowing hard, she let him guide her with no questions while keeping her eyes locked to his.
When her face was level with his prick, he took a step back. “Crawl and follow me,” he commanded. He walked backwards, internally swearing as he watched her follow him on all fours. It was bloody sexy as hell. The graceful way she moved made her look like a cat, all she needed was a twitching tail. When the backs of his knees hit the bed, he sat and indicated her to kneel between his legs.
“The next think you will learn is how I like my cock sucked,” he told her smugly. “Are you prepared for this lesson, Doll?”
Hermione’s reply was breathless and almost made him laugh again. She was wound tighter than a two-sickle watch. “Oh, yes, Master,” she murmured, eyes falling from his to rest on his dick.
“Show me what you know.” He gestured before leaning back on his elbows, eyebrows raised in challenge. Apparently, she was feeling confident, because she gave an answering quirk of her lips before slowly reaching out to grasp his cock in one small hand. He made no sound, but his stomach muscles tightened perceptively.
Hermione silently told herself that she was going to give the blow job of her life, and proceeded to do her best to please the man who had two decades of experience on her. She gently stroked his length while considering the best way to go about this. Taking a gamble Lucius Malfoy liked things on the riskier side (hence the reason he was a Dom) she started with his balls. Slowly, she continued to pump him while angling his prick up, so it rested parallel to his stomach. She trailed her tongue down the underside of his length, laving attention to where the base of his cock met his bullocks. He shaved his sac, which was nice for her with what she was about to do. She moved her tongue to caress his left teste before slavering over to the right and sucking it into her mouth. The grunt he released had her doing a mental jig of joy. She continued with enthusiasm for a few minutes, all the while continuing to gently pump him, before returning her attention to the base of his cock. When she started to trail up, Hermione was startled to find a hand on the top of her head, pushing her back down.
She met his eyes and he sneered at her evilly. “Lower,” he instructed, and Hermione felt her mouth pop open slightly.
“Lower than your bullocks, Master?” she clarified. His smirk broadened.
“Yes, Doll.” That damnable eyebrow rose again in challenge. “Perineum massage is quite delightful.”
Well, bloody fuck. She wasn’t so sure about getting that close to another person’s arsehole, if she were being honest with herself. But…well. It’s not like Lucius wasn’t a clean person…? Steeling herself, her tongue quested back down and around his balls again. Most wizards she’d been with had told her she gave great head, but she was actually nervous for his reaction. She wanted him to be pleased with her.
Hermione used her other hand to lift him and without hesitating, dove deep. The growl that left him just about made her jump, but she didn’t let up as she pleasured the underside of his sac and his perineum as requested. The hand that had never left her head grasped her ringlets, and urged her a bit lower. She squeezed her eyes shut and went for it, tonguing the skin between his sack and ass with all the enthusiasm she could muster over her nervousness. Slowly, she started to move back up, sucking his balls again before sliding her tongue and teeth up over his length. The snarls leaving his chest were quite reassuring and the hiss that blew through his nose when she finally circled her lips around his tip made her feel like a goddess. She looked up at him and was rewarded with eyes boring heatedly into hers. Bloody fuck, she was going to come from pleasuring him, for Merlin’s sake.
“Move your tongue continuously,” he demanded, grasping both side of her head as he thrust his cock slowly into her mouth. “Show me how much you love my cock, Doll. Make me come.”
She hummed her agreement, dropping her eyes again and sliding all the way down his length, applying pressure while her tongue danced.
Lucius was losing control bit by bit. Really, he had expected her to be reluctant, maybe even to balk at the thought of going down so low. It had been marked as a “haven’t done before” on her list with a two next to it for enthusiasm to try. He growled as she took him deep again and another snarl was pulled from him. “Faster, witch,” he growled, guiding her head again for a few strokes.
As he neared the end he gave another instruction. “Play with my sac, pull gently when I come,” he told her, his voice was gravely. She complied immediately, redoubling her efforts on his shaft as his breathing grew more ragged.
“Swallow it all,” Lucius grunted as her scrumptious mouth pulled up again, her tongue swirling his slit. On her next descent he erupted, his cock pulsing heavily into her mouth as his fist twisted in her mane of curls. That had taken entirely too little time, but he had been dreaming about her hot little mouth around him since that first scene. He noticed a slight gag as she swallowed around him while continuing to suck with force. Lucius’ hips jerked in pleasure and he muttered praises to her as she licked him clean.
Lucius watched her with heavy lidded eyes as she returned to kneeling and she watched him back expectantly as his breath calmed. “Stand,” he instructed after a few steadying breaths. “Get your…friend…from your purse.”
Hermione all but ran across the room. When she turned back to Lucius, he was sitting at the end of the bed in a conjured upholstered chair. His arms were resting calmly on each arm rest and one foot was propped on his opposite knee. When she moved back to him, he held out his hand. Suddenly feeling shy (only Merlin knew why – she should not be shy after what they had already shared) she handed him the black silicone rechargeable sex toy. He turned it in his hand, and she was a bit mortified at how … worn the toy looked. Her gaze fell to the ground.
“This looks well loved, Doll,” he teased her with another of his maddening smirks. “Have you had it long?”
“Yes, Master,” she said softly. Her bloody cheeks were on fire. Why in the world was this so embarrassing?
“Speak freely,” he told her. “Tell me what you like about this toy?”
“It’s comfortable, it feels good, and it gets me off quickly every time.” Her answer was immediate, even if her voice quivered with her discomfort. She was waiting for him to laugh or tease her more. He did neither.
Instead his voice deepened and roughed. “Show me,” he handed it back to her.
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Excuse me, Master,” he corrected. “One more slip with my title tonight and you’ll be receiving a spanking instead on an orgasm, Miss Granger.”
Shit! “I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered.
“Do you really need clarification, or are you just surprised, Doll?” Lucius voice returned to his kind tone at her quick humility for her slip up.
“Surprised, Master,” she clarified.
“I want to see how you please yourself, Miss Granger.” He gave her a genuine smile and gestured to the bed. “Show me.”
Hermione took a deep breath before reaching for her toy. Lucius watched her with hungry eyes as she arranged a couple of pillows and settled herself on her back. “Just using Fabio, Master? Or do you wish to see my normal routine?”
Lucius raised his eyebrows and his smirk turned into a full-on leer that made her stomach clench in delicious anticipation for what felt like the millionth time that night.
“I wish to see everything, Miss Granger.” His tone was thick with desire, and Hermione did not miss the way his cock was coming back to life. She nodded and rested her head back on the pillows.
You are alone – in your bedroom. You do not have an audience. You are going to finally get that fucking orgasm you have been dying for all week. Relax, Hermione. Just…relax.
She started by lightly trailing her fingertips across her abdomen, through the valley of her breasts, and up the column of her throat. She wet the pointer and middle fingers on her right and then left hand and reach to pluck her nipples, arching into her own hands and letting out a soft moan. See, you’ve got this! Just like at home…breathe. She cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples a little longer before sliding down her stomach again and into the trimmed curls at the apex of her thighs. She already knew she was fucking soaked. She basically had been all damned week long. She heard his heavy exhale as she gently dipped the two fingers of her right hand into her opening to gather the moister there and spread it through her folds and up to the pulsing nub of her clitoris. Her teeth sunk heavily into her lower lip and she whimpered when she brushed the bundle of over-sensitized nerves. She was such a hot bloody mess tonight. It would literally take her five second to come if she really went at it, but she knew he wanted more then that. She alternated rubbing it lightly, circling it slowly, and then sliding back down to dip her fingers into her pussy. Her hips bowed off the bed without conscious thought as another low moan left her lips and she was almost surprised to hear Lucius’ low growl of approval.
Hermione trailed her left hand back up to tease her right breast as her right hand continued to play her center. Rub, twirl, dip. Rub, twirl, dip. She repeated her pattern until her legs were trembling. She gave herself a bit of breather by blindly seeking out Fabio. She didn’t bring any lubrication with her, so she went the old fashion route and brought the toy to her lips. She opened her eyes to meet Lucius’ as she dropped her jaw wide and slid the artificial cock into her mouth. His dark, heated gaze on hers was almost too much; she slid her eyes closed again as her breath hitched before removing the toy from her mouth and down to slide through her own juices. Just before sliding it into her it into her sopping passage, she clicked the button three times (to her favorite setting) which sent the toy into a buzzing frenzy. Bzz, bzz, bzz, bzz, bzzzzzzzzzz. Bzz, bzz, bzz, bzz, bzzzzzzzzzz.
If the noise surprised him, he didn’t comment. Perhaps he was too enraptured by the low, heavy mewl that left her as the silicone cock with the clit stim hit her g-spot and her clit at the same time. She moved it only twice and she was on the edge. “Fuck,” she hissed. “Maybe I come, Master?” she asked softly, feeling confident that this time he would finally… finally say –
“No, you may not.”

The surprised, anguished rush of breath left her as she quickly pulled Fabio from herself and pressed her knees together while sitting upright onto one hip. She was worried for about point two seconds that she was going to come anyway (she had been so very close) even though she had stopped the moment he had told her no, and her eyes met his in crazed panic.
Even though Lucius–Sadist–Malfoy’s face was smooth, his eyes were glimmering with humor as he took in her wild expression. “Very, very impressive Miss Granger. I wondered for a moment there if you were going to remember to ask, being that I did not ask you to show me how you make yourself come, just how you pleasure yourself.”
She didn’t answer him, just focused on her erratic breathing as her body slipped from overdrive at the top back to neutral. She was struggling to keep the frustration off her face and the tears out of her eyes, but knew her lips were trembling.
“Is there something you wish to say, Doll?” His lips twitched as his eyebrows rose, daring her to voice her displeasure.
She took a deep breath. “I just have a question, Master,” she said after a moment, her voice wavering slightly.
“You may ask,” he told her.
“Am I going to be allowed to come tonight?” It was obvious to Lucius she was on the verge of bursting into tears, and he knew right then and there that he needed to move along and stop teasing her. He’d pushed her to just before the breaking point and, while it was good to know what her current stamina was, he needed to give in to her, so she could cope with the rest of the evening.
“Doll, look at me,” he told her. She did, and it made him almost feel guilty to see the sheen of tears on her eyes. The trembling of Hermione’s body was slowly ceasing, and he moved to sit at the end of the bed, reaching to lay a hand over her ankle. “You can handle what I am having you do. I need you to have confidence in yourself.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied, giving him a nod as her eyes hardened with resolve at his sureness of her abilities.
“Come, let’s get you some water.” He reached for her hand and, when she was standing, led to the cupboard above their clothing. Lucius gave her a bottle of water that he chilled with his wand before leaving her to rest against the wall while he moved back to the center of the room.
Despite feeling her heart rate and breathing equilibrate, Hermione was practically out of her mind. The wizard was surely a sadist. Plain and simple. She was going to die, and she was going to do so unfulfilled. She drank the cool water Lucius had given her and watched curiously as he waved his wand, causing the ceiling to melt away. A touch of trepidation crept through her as she looked up. Tracks ran across the ceiling from east to west and north to south. Chains and ropes were attached to the tracks with carabiner-like clips.
Hermione glanced at Lucius to find him watching her appraisingly with a smug look and a teasing grin. A grin that held promises of much more to come. Hopefully, her. As overheated as she felt, the fiery look on his face while he adjusted a set of ropes sent her body temperature to a whole new depth in the fires of Hades.
She felt a trickle of perspiration run down her back as her body shivered with anticipation and a touch of apprehension of what was to happen.
As if teasing her hadn’t been enough.
As if bringing her to the brink of sweet release, three times, hadn’t been enough.
Clearly, it hadn’t been – not in his eyes anyway. Did this man somehow get confused and forget she was a novice at all this? Hermione huffed internally as she watched him. No, he’s simply a sadist. You’ve signed your body and D/s education over to a man who clearly wants to torture you to death!
As though he could read her mind, Lucius let out a low chuckle as he pulled on the ropes to check them. He looked at her with a playful grin. “Ahh, pet. You’re so cute when you sulk.” Gesturing towards her clothes by the cabinet, he commanded, “Charm your heels to stiletto height and put them on.” He paused to watch her. He would need her to have extra height for what he had planned.
He spoke as he walked to a chest of drawers she hadn’t noticed. “Normally, I would have my submissive kneeling and not watching as I prepare a set up like this.” He opened the second to the bottom drawer and pulled out a long, metal object. Placing it on top of the chest, he turned back to her, all teasing was gone. His eyes flashed with an intensity and a hint of anger that confused her until he spoke. “I saw the report of what happened with the new Dominant who attempted to suspend you.” He started to approach her as his tone softened with his reassuring words. “I want you to know that I will not hurt you. I wanted you to watch as I prepared everything for what you are about to experience.” He was close and lightly caressed her cheek. “You are safe, Doll.”
Hermione tilted her face into his hand and pressed her lips to his palm, feeling a warm soft glow from within. Lucius wasn’t just her Dominant, he was her protector. She closed her eyes and whispered with heartfelt sincerity, “I trust you completely, Master.” She did, too. For all her internal musings about his torture by orgasm denial, Hermione knew this Dominant would take care of her.
Lucius swallowed heavily, forcing himself to think about the scene ahead and not the surge of affection he felt for this witch who embodied all that was perfect in his mind.
His voice sounded raw in his own ears. “Let’s get started.” Taking the almost empty water bottle out of her hand, he led her to the center of the room. He stepped behind her, gently rubbing her shoulders and down her arms to her wrists, where he pulled them behind her. He leaned forward and whispered seductively in her ear as he rubbed her wrists lightly. “I can’t wait to see your delicious little body restrained for my pleasure.”
A slight tremble quaked down her overheated flesh as her mind swirled with visions of what might be to come. He whispered an incantation and she felt soft ropes encase each elbow individually and coil down to her wrists. She felt the ropes intertwine, bringing her wrists together. “You will safeword if at any time you feel discomfort from the ropes or the position I am about to put you in. You will safeword if you need me to stop or slow down; red for stop and yellow for caution. Understood?”
“Yes, Master,” she responded.
She felt his fingertips gently press her forward as he commanded softly, “Bend over at the hips, Doll. Bring your shoulders parallel to the floor if your body allows you to do so comfortably.”
As she did as she was instructed, Lucius held her wrists in place. She then heard another whispered incantation before she felt her arms being drawn up towards the ceiling behind her. Hermione was quite limber and, while it was awkward, the position wasn’t uncomfortable. The ropes felt secure, yet were not chafing her, and her muscles and joints did not feel strained. Arching her back and widening her stance helped her maintain the position more comfortably. A slight hiss and a mumbled, “Beautiful,” from her Master’s lips led to the small smile that crept across her face.
She could hear Lucius step away from behind her and had to fight the flash of insecurity from being left while bound. It sounded like he was retrieving the metal object from the dresser and the tension left her when he returned.
A warm hand was on her bare bottom and stroked down her left thigh, behind her knee, and to her ankle where she felt a soft cuff encompass her. A loud click left the cuff secure around her ankle. “Spread your legs a little more, Doll.”
Hermione moved her right foot further from her left. She let her head fall forward so that it was hanging upside down and she could see the ground and her feet behind her. She watched as Lucius placed another padded cuff around her other ankle and clicked it into place. The two cuffs were attached to opposite ends of a black, metal bar, leaving her unable to move her feet in any significant way. Lucius ran his hands along the bar and checked each cuff one more time before standing behind her.
His hands stroked from her lower back up to her shoulders. “Doll, tell me, are you in any way uncomfortable?”
“No, Master. I feel…awkward, but not uncomfortable.”
He spoke factually and began to pace around her. “This is the strappado position and you have what is called a spreader bar between your ankles.” He paused in her periphery, and Hermione could see him stroke his hardened erection a few times before he continued pacing. “I find this position to be a particular favorite of mine.” He stepped in front of her, grabbing her hair roughly and pulling her face up. “You will see your mouth is at the perfect height for sucking my cock and your cunt is at the perfect height for fucking.” Ah, so that’s what the stilettos are for.
Lucius Malfoy was a sexy wizard. Lucius Malfoy talking dirty was a sexy wizard on steroids. There was something so unexpected about it – the most prim and proper of the pureblood aristocrats saying words like ‘sucking’ and ‘cock’ and ‘cunt’ took depravity to a whole new level. Add that to his strong hands roughly pulling her hair and Hermione knew she was done for. She was going to come, and the man hadn’t even touched her between her legs yet. She felt moisture building at her core once again and could smell her own arousal.
His tone was teasing as he stepped away from her. “Tell me what you want, Doll. Ask for it.”
Hermione swallowed roughly, the words spilling out urgently, belying the calm she was no longer able to impersonate. “Please, Master…fuck me. Please take me deep and hard.”
A hand slapped her bottom as he walked behind her. It jerked her body in the restraints, pulling deliciously on her arms and making her gasp with pleasure. His movement paused, and Hermione felt a surge of anticipation as he stepped up behind her. “You look so fuckable, Miss Granger. Tell me, what would your little Gryffindor friends say if they could see you now? Tied up so willingly? Trussed like a whore and begging for the cock of your Slytherin Master?”
“Mother of Circe,” she whispered, more to herself than him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear that,” he goaded. “Was that you, Miss Granger? Begging for my cock? Begging to be fucked?”
“Yesss,” she hissed. Hermione’s breath was coming out in pants as she tried to control herself and form coherent words. “Please, Master…please.”
He laughed, and she groaned in desperate frustration. “Hmm, not yet, Doll. I don’t think you want it quite bad enough.”
Hermione let out a choked mewl of anguished protest as he stepped away from behind her.
She tried to slow her breathing as she felt him swiftly re-approach, but only succeeded in making her respirations come even faster and shallower. She let out a grunt as his large hand swatted first her left ass cheek and then her right.
“Perhaps an introduction will get you to the proper state of mind. Doll’s delectable and delicious ass meet strap, strap meet Doll’s delectable and delicious ass.”
She heard it before she felt it; a loud slap and then a sting of pain across her right butt cheek. A squeal left her mouth as another loud slap left behind a second bite of pain on the opposite side. “Fuuuck,” she growled. She wanted to stamp her foot to try and dispel some of the sting, wanted to rub her thighs together to disperse the tension in her quim, but the spreader bar prevented that. None of her aches could be appeased even a bit without the free movement of her legs. It was agony.
Hermione’s head was spinning into the depths of delirium. “Oh Master, please! Please… Fuck. Me.” She felt heat on her bottom as her body’s prostaglandins went into overdrive. Oh jeez, did I really just think about prostaglandins during a spanking? Draco would have a field day. This was when Hermione knew she had officially lost her mind.
Another bite of the strap had tears beginning to form. Not tears of pain, but tears of arousal. Tears of frustration. Tears of anticipation. Tears of desperate need. Slap.
The tears began to fall, and her control was slipping. Her body began to quiver, and small gasping sobs escaped her lips.
Lucius stepped around in front of her and gently tilted her face up with a light brush of his forefinger under her chin. His thumbs gently wiped her tears. His voice was soft and tender, yet his words were teasing and cruel. He already knew the answer. “Ask me properly, witch. Ask your Master for what you so desperately desire. Make him understand the depths of that need.” Her whisky colored eyes were red rimmed and wet, her pink lips trembled with acute need. He could see it as plain as the nose on her face. It radiated in waves off her.
“Master, please. I need your cock inside me. I need to come. I need to come as only you can make me. I’m losing my mind.” Her voice was a rasp and Hermione drew in a shuddering breath. Her words were barely discernable as she whimpered, “I’m desperate for you, Master. I’m desperate for your touch. Please make me come.”
Lucius had driven many witches to the point of frantic desperation. He had taken many to the point of tears from shear desire and need. Bringing submissives to the brink, only to deny them, was such a fun game to play. Making them beg was a favorite pastime.
But never…never in twenty years of this game…had it not felt like one. Not for him anyway. Until now. Hermione’s desperation moved him. It stroked not only the ego of the Dominant within him, but a nurturing part of him, as well. A part of him that rarely, if ever, appeared during a scene. Lucius didn’t just want to hear her scream out her climax and get himself off in the process, he wanted to take her to a place she had never been before…and he wanted to go there with her.
He stepped behind her and fell to his knees. “You are allowed to come now, Doll.” Without another moment’s hesitation, he buried his face in her folds, eliciting a delicious squeal and another sermon to God. Lucius smiled internally. Given how many times the blond had inspired prayers and shout outs to God over the years, he couldn’t help but feel the entity was in his debt.
The minute the warm tongue of her Master touched her, Hermione felt her body erupt. “Oh, Gods. Oh God! Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped in a deep breath before a wordless mewl of pleasure left her. “Ungghhhh!” Hermione lost all sense of control, her body thrashing with abandon as the orgasm of her life ripped through her in wave after wave of blissful contractions that milked her core and left her feeling as though she were floating through space. If it weren’t for the bindings holding her up, she would have melted to the floor.
Lucius continued lapping her folds and her clit. She tasted like a tangy honey. “Again, Miss Granger. Come again.”
Hermione was still catching her breath from her earth shattering orgasm, but Lucius obviously felt no mercy. He grinned into her folds as his expert tongue lapped almost painfully against her over-sensitized clit. It was maddening, and her body jerked and convulsed as she attempted to pull away and let herself calm. Of course, the bindings prevented this, and she felt herself climbing to the peak once again. When his tongue moved further up and teased her virgin, puckered hole, she practically saw stars. When that tongue began to probe her in a most depraved way and expert fingers slid in her cunt to fuck her pussy and tease her g-spot mercilessly, Hermione no longer simply saw stars – she was floating amongst them. Her vision went black as she came even harder than the first time, nonsensically screaming her release.
Lucius stood, still holding her exquisite hips to steady her after her second orgasm hit. Unable to contain himself any longer, he thrust himself into her tight channel before she calmed. Merlin, she felt amazing. Fuck! Why did you wait all week to take her! Not one to deny his witch what she had asked for (and not wanting to disappoint) Lucius fucked his submissive just as she had asked – deep and hard. He pistoned in and out of her from behind, causing short vocal gasps and squeals to erupt with each thrust. When he felt her walls begin to tighten on him, he leaned forward to reach around with his hand and pinch the hardened nub that was her clit.
He whispered seductively in a voice that was thick and raspy, “Come, slut.”
Hermione was playing catch up. When he had slid into her and began to pound her relentlessly, her mind was left behind as her body simply responded. She wasn’t thinking about coming - she wasn’t thinking about anything. She was still floating through the Milky Way and coming back down from ludicrous speed that was her second orgasm. Apparently, her body didn’t need her mind…thank you very much.
When she began to form conscious thought again, she was already at the peak of the rollercoaster. The minute Lucius’ hand pinched her nub and he whispered in her ear, Hermione felt her body plunge down the drop. She had given dirty talk a two on her list, but clearly, she had grossly underestimated its appeal.
She felt his grip tighten on her hips as he tensed and let out a feral growl. She could feel his cock pulse its release inside her as her body bowed in response to her third climax in less than fifteen minutes. She felt her eyes roll into the back of her head as her legs trembled violently and her shoulders pulled sweetly in their bindings. She was still catching her breath and could barely keep her eyes open when she felt him gently kiss down her spine and whisper words of praise. “Perfect, beautiful Princess.” She was done, she was Jell-O. There was no way she’d ever walk again.
She felt her arms being lowered behind her and Lucius’ hands grip her shoulders. As she came to an upright position, Hermione felt the coils of rope gently untwine from her elbows and wrists. Lucius kept himself pressed close, her bum resting against his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her hips to hold her steady as he crouched and unclasped the cuffs on her ankles. She felt the weight of the spreader bar fall away and suddenly she was weightless, as well.
Lucius scooped Hermione to his chest and carried her to the bed in the corner of the room. Unable to keep her eyes open, but desperately needing him, Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and purred into his throat. “Master, thank you.”
“Ahhh, Doll. It is I who must thank you.” He lay her down tenderly and softly caressed her cheek before leaning over to gently kiss her mouth. “You were perfect, pet.” He opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a jar of rose scented balm. “Roll onto your stomach. I’m going to take care of you now. You may sleep.”
He watched as she rolled over and smiled to himself as barely audible words fell from her lips. “Mm…kay. Thank you, Mast..”
Lucius scooped out some balm and warmed it in his hands before rubbing it into her shoulders and biceps and down to her wrists. He then concentrated on her back and worked his way down her hour glass form to her bottom which was still deliciously pink from her soft spanking. He massaged the cream into the globes of her ass and scolded himself when he felt his groin begin to stir. He was like an adolescent with this witch, it was unnerving.
He continued to rub the lotion down her legs and then pulled a blanket up to cover her as soft snores began to escape her mouth. He would let her sleep for twenty minutes and then he would see her home. He swallowed down the disappointment, knowing that it would be inappropriate to take her back to the manor. For no matter how much he liked her, he knew her ultimate goal was to attract another. For now, Lucius needed to find his contentment in being her Master. It would have to be enough.
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission