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Shame's Desire	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 32597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N- Huge thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome beta!
Sherlocked17- There is lots more Ginny/Lucius time to come. But I can’t promise a completely stress free pregnancy.
Ginny-
“No bodies! What do you mean no bodies!?”
I’m on my way to the library for another book when I hear my husband yelling at someone in the front hall. Moving towards the stairs I try to get a better look at who he is yelling at and why.
“We searched the area; we found no blood, only tracks leading away from the village.”
There was a group of men standing in the front hall. By the look of their clothes, they were commoners, and probably worked for my husband in some way. I blink down at them because they must be talking about the trap Lucius had set for the werewolves.
“What about the girl?” He asks as if he wasn’t taking in exactly what they were saying.
I’m looking down at them from the shadows on the stairwell as if I was a child trying to eavesdrop on my parents. When I realize what I’m doing, I frown and step forward. No one is ever going to take me seriously if I don’t start acting like a woman instead of a child.
I push myself to walk down the stairs with as much grace and nobility as I can muster with an upset stomach that doesn’t want to go away. The men notice me first, taking their hats off and bowing their heads, which makes my husband turn to look at me.
“Ginevra, there is no reason for you to be here.” He tells me shortly.
“I heard the yelling.” I tell him as I make my way over to stand next to him. “What is going on?” I ask trying to make my voice steady as if I have every right to know.
“Nothing that a Lady needs to worry about Miss.” The spokesman says without lifting his eyes from the ground. I wonder then if they're afraid to look at me for some reason.
“It sounded like you were discussing last night’s events.” I say giving my husband what I hope is a stern look. By the little flash of amusement, I think I see in his expression it isn’t as stern as I would hope.
“That may be true, but it is nothing you need to worry about.” Lucius says keeping his focus on me, as the others seem to shift uncomfortably.
“Well I will worry about it whether you feel I need to or not. So you should just tell me now before I spend the next week worrying about it in my room alone later.” I tell him only blushing slightly at the threat I was making.
The men seemed to shift, as everyone in the room knew that my husband and I were having a battle of wills just now.
“Not if I tie you to my bed.” He remarked as if we were alone.
I narrow my eyes at him and put my hands on my hips. “You wouldn’t dare.” I tell him feeling a bit emboldened because we were in fact not alone.
“Should we go my Lord?” The spokesman asks as he can feel the tension in the room rise the longer my husband and I glare at each other.
“Yes.”
“No.”
Lucius and I speak at the same time as I need their backup and he needs privacy.
I turn to them as they step back uncomfortably. “Tell me…” I hesitate, as I don’t know the man’s name. I take a better look at him and find he couldn’t be much older than me.
“Oliver, my Lady, Oliver Wood.” He says bowing his head all the more.
“Well Mr. Wood, does your news have anything to do with the village of Hogsmeade?” I ask ignoring my husband and trying to impress my authority upon the man in front of me.
“Y-yes my Lady.” He says very uneasily as his eyes flash between Lucius and me.
“That is enough.” My husband breaks in grabbing my arm as he uses what I have come to think of as his Lord of the World voice. “We will speak about this later I do not wish to worry my wife with such matters. In the meantime keep looking.” He says before pulling me towards the hall to his personal study.
“I have every right to hear what happened last night.” I tell him as he grabs my arm with bruising force and pushes me into his study before slamming the door.
I stumbled a little but caught myself before actually falling on my arse. Once the door is locked with a very loud click, he turns on me once again. He has a flush on his cheeks as he grabs me by the hair and pulls me towards his desk. I struggle wildly under the treatment hating myself that a large part of me was savoring the pain.
He pushes everything off the desk and I hear many papers and other things clatter to the ground before he bends me over the dark wood. I’m still struggling but he is just so much stronger than I am and he holds me in place by my neck with one hand as the other moves to push up my skirts.
“What are you doing?” I finally bite out, as I don’t think he should be so rough with me.
“Teaching my brat of a wife a lesson in respect.” He growls.
I try to dig my nails into the hand holding my neck before he gets my free hand and then the other to somehow stick to the desk. Once I am unable to do any more injury to his hand, he goes back to my skirts. He rips my undergarments and lets them fall around my knees before his hand comes down hard on my bare arse.
I cry out in surprise and pain as he continues to spank me with what must be his full strength. I whimper under him unable to find words for my pain and humiliation.
“You will not talk to me like that in front of anyone.” He growls against my ear as he spanks me like some petulant child. “I am your husband and your Lord and you will treat me with respect.”
“I wanted to know!” I gasp trying and failing to free myself from the flurry of smacks. “Hogsmeade is mine!” I remind him but unlike my demand this morning and even yesterday, I sound much more like the child he is treating me like.
“And you are mine.” He growls his hand moving around my butt and thighs to light my whole backside on fire. “Say it.” He adds when I only whimper in response. “Scream it.”
To my shame, the spanking is having more than one effect on me. I hurt and I want it to stop, but at the same time, I can feel every stroke go right to my core, and I start to clinch wantonly as he punishes me. “Please.” I finally beg and it sounds much more like a moan than I wanted it to.
“Say it. Say you are mine.” He demands again as he continues to rain fire on my arse.
“I’m yours Master!” I finally scream, as I just can’t handle any more. I feel my body shaking on the edge of desire, as I know he must have bruised me with how hard he had been hitting me.
“Good girl.” He coos and the spanking stops as suddenly as it started. I feel his hand stroke my rear-end and it is like needles against my tortured skin. “You made me hurt myself.” He says offhandedly as he moves away but leaves me trapped and exposed on his desk. “Do you know how much it hurts to give a bare handed spanking?” He asks as if he was the main victim here.
“I’m sorry Master.” I say because I know if I’m antagonistic, it will only make things worse.
He moves around his desk and I can hear him open his drawer before closing it again. “If you truly feel that way you could be a good pet and thank your Master for your punishment.” He tells me as I feel my hands release from the spell.
I push myself up to stand slowly once I can do so and look at him as he moves back around the desk. “Thank you Master.” I say still shaking in the aftermath of the spanking. I want him to take me right there as sick as that is and I wonder if I could get him to.
“There are better ways to thank someone than with words.” He says with a little smirk playing over his lips as he looks down from his taller height. “But it still requires the use of your mouth.”
“What?” I ask looking up at him with wide eyes as he pushes my shoulder down so that I am kneeling in front of him.
“I’m going to teach you how to pleasure me with your mouth.” He says in a satisfied tone.
Licking my lips, I frown up at him as he starts to undo his slacks. “But I need you Master.” I tell him biting my lower lip as I shift around the wetness between my thighs.
“Well then you are going to have to do something to earn what you want.” He tells me as his fingers pass through my already messed hair.
His cock is at eye level now and exposed in all its engorged glory. I look at it before looking back up into his eyes. “You were apologizing remember.” He adds with a knowing smile. “I want you to lick the underside then wrap those pretty little lips around the head.”
I lick my lips again and lean forward to do as he asked. It is odd as I run my tongue along his length. It is hard as a metal rod covered by the softest leather. Wrapping my lips around the end as he said I run my tongue along the surface, exploring this new sensation.
He tastes like I imagine musk to taste like and with his urging I take more of him into my mouth. I’m painfully turned on now and doing this for him is only making things worse for me. “What a good girl.” He coos as his hand tightens a little in my hair. “Now suck on me like I am the most delicious treat you will ever have.” He adds in a darker voice as he tries to push my head a bit more onto his shaft.
My hand moves to the part of his length I can’t take into my mouth and I hold him still as I suck and lick at his manhood. I start to pull back a bit then take more of him into my mouth because it just seems right and he moans in reward for my actions.
I want to please him. I want him to fuck me so desperately that I feel like I would do anything for him in this moment. “What a good little slut.” He moans enjoying my actions and helping me to find the best ways to please him.
I feel his whole body tense and I know he is ready to come when he pulls suddenly back out of my mouth and looks down at me. I must look like a wanton harlot as I lick my swollen lips and press my body against his legs.
“Please Master?” I ask needing him right now as I need air.
Lucius-
“Please Master?” She whimpers up at me as if I am the only one who can help her.
I smile down at her as I draw my wand and banish her fine dress back to her room. She doesn't even seem to notice as she is nearly humping my leg. Still holding onto her hair, I back us both towards my sofa and I sit down on it before pulling her up onto my lap.
“Is this what you want pet?” I ask her as I have her straddle my lap so she can still feel my hardness against her slick cunt.
“Yes.” She moans trying to press herself onto me before she has my full permission.
“Tell me what you want.” I order holding her away so she can only tease herself against me.
“You Master.” She said looking into my eyes.
“Do you want me to fuck you Ginevra?” I ask using her real name so she can’t distance herself from the pain slut that she is.
“Yes.” She gasps trying to push back against me.
“Then tell me what you want and tell me who you belong to.” I tell her still needing her to understand the point of today’s punishment.
“I want you to fuck me Master.” She says swallowing hard before adding. “I’m yours.”
“All you ever have to do is ask.” I tell her before pulling her down roughly onto my waiting rod. She feels so good around my cock that I almost come much too soon. I use her body to fuck my cock with little regard to what would actually feel good to her. But honestly, the way she moves back against me and moans as I make her ride me, I don’t think I will be getting any complaints any time soon.
I hold out for as long as I can, but when I think, I am going to lose it before she does I just pinch her nipple as hard as I can. She screams and her body tightens around mine and I know there is no going back as my peak hits me with an amazing force. I make her body milk every last bit of pleasure from my cock before I pull her off me and push her to the ground while I catch my breath.
She whimpers at the loss of me because I know she really hasn’t climaxed yet.
“Master?” She pouts panting at my feet.
I don’t look at her I just shake my head and smile. “What a little pain whore you are.”
“Please Master, I’m not done.” She says and I can hear the begging in her voice.
“Maybe next time you will listen to your husband when he tells you to leave.” I remind her as I tuck myself away and fix my clothes.
“W-what?” She asks as if my words were not penetrating the lust fog she was in at that moment.
“I have to go finish talking to those men now.” I tell her looking down at her beautiful submissive form. “You stay here and think about what you’ve done.” I tell her leaning down and brushing her cheek. “And no touching yourself. I’ll know.” I add for good measure.
With that, I leave my still dazed wife in the study alone. I lock the door so she can’t leave even if she got the courage to walk the halls of Malfoy Manor completely naked and I go to look for Wood to get the full report of what happened in the forest.
When I find the men, I had used the night before; they are standing by my stables looking uncomfortable. The other men look to Wood to speak for them in all things and he steps forward as they notice my approach.
“Is she alright?” The younger man asks in the most show of backbone I think I have ever seen directed at me.
“Who?” I ask because I am sure he wouldn’t be referring to Lady Malfoy in such casual a reference. I let my contempt show in my posture so he knows what thin ice the question has put him on.
“Ginny.” Another younger man says and I don’t think I know his name, but by the dirt under his nails and on his clothes, I can rightfully assume he is a gardener. “They said you were abusing her.” He adds and I can tell that this confrontation is taking all the courage the boy has.
“And you are?” I ask my eyes running up and then down his form as I wait for him to answer.
“Dean Thomas.” He says before swallowing at the glare I am giving him. “I w-work for you.” He adds as if I couldn’t have figured this out on my own.
“Well Mr. Thomas why do you think you have a right to speak of my wife so casually?” I ask him because I couldn’t think of how many of my employees would even know her by that name.
“I know her.” He says standing a bit straighter. “We were friends before she came here. When my father worked at the Weasley estate.”
“Well, since you are old friends…” I start in a mocking tone. “Then I will tell you that my wife and the Lady of the Manor is in good health.” I say wanting to know everything, I can about this Dean Thomas before I actually take action against him. “Now.” I turn my attention to Wood. “Tell me what happened.”
“We tracked them north my Lord.” The young man says with a frown. “They seem to be staying away from civilization, but I can’t find any trace of the...bait.” He ends not wishing to admit he was part of leaving a girl in the woods to die in front of his new friend.
“I see. Double check the woods to make sure they don’t double back, but if they stay clear of my lands, than I have no reason to take any further action.” I tell him making sure the boy understands my orders before heading back to my wife to ask about Dean Thomas.
Ginny-
When I get enough energy to move again I climb up on the couch and curl up as I think over the last half an hour of my life. I feel dirty and all I really want to do is shower, but Lucius left me with no clothes, and orders to stay where I was. I’ve learned my life seems to go better when I listen to him, so I just sit and try to calm my need for my husband. I’m sick. How is it possible that I need him to touch me even now? How could the burn on my arse really be keeping me so turned on it was hard to think straight.
When I feel like I almost have enough energy to stand the door swings open and slams against the wall as a fuming Lord stands in the doorframe.
“Why does our gardener think it is alright to call you Ginny?” He asks as if I’ve done something wrong, but I don’t think I’ve even met the gardener.
“I don’t know.” I say hating the meek sound of my voice. One punishment is enough to make me feel weak for at least the rest of the day.
“He is new and his name is Dean Thomas.” He says still glaring daggers at me.
“Dean works here?” I ask because just the name answers all the questions about why he would think it was okay.
Dean and I have been friends since we could walk. We used to follow his father around the small working gardens at the Weasley estate and fight in the mud. We got into all sorts of trouble together when we were young, and my family didn’t really see the point of titles on the estate.
“So do you know him?” Lucius asks taking a step closer to me.
“We grew up together.” I tell him honestly.
“And what exactly was the nature of your relationship?” He asks with a coldness in his voice that I didn’t usually hear when we were alone.
I shake my head and look at my knees. “We were friends.” I tell him though I can’t help thinking of kissing him a few times when we were older. There was a whole week we fancied ourselves in love, but we both decided it was silly.
Lucius grabs my chin and makes me look into his eyes. I didn’t even realize he was so close so I jerk when he touches me and try to pull away.
“Just friends?” He asks narrowing his eyes down at me.
“What do you want to know exactly?” I ask because I don’t think it matters what I did with some boy before I even knew who Lucius Malfoy was.
“Did you like how he touched you?” He asks in a quiet but deadly tone. How did we jump from friends to touching? I glare back at him because I know he has no right to be angry with me about this right now.
“You already punished me today.” I tell him feeling a bit bold. “You are supposed to forgive after the punishment. That is what the punishment is for.” I tell him feeling like a child having to say these things to him.
I see his coldness break slightly as he looks down at me. “This isn’t about before.” He says thoughtfully.
“Then why did you leave me here?” I ask and I feel tears coming from some unknown place. “Alone and cold and hurt.” I tell him as my voice shakes.
He looks down at me for a very long time before sitting down on the couch next to me and pulling me gently into his lap.
“I just want to be something.” I add when he doesn’t speak. “I don’t want to be a sex doll.” I tell him tucking my head into the crook of his neck. Is it all the more sad that I need his comfort after he was the one who hurt me?
“You need to learn the game first my sweet.” He says after a moment. “One of your jobs as my wife is to make me look stronger, not weaker.” He explains running a hand down my back. “I don’t want a sex doll.” He adds after a moment leaning back he tilts my chin up so I am looking in his eyes. “I can see potential, a great partnership between us. One that might even surpasses my last marriage.”
I frown at him because I don’t think that is the way he treats me at all. I feel like a concubine most of the time, but nowhere near a partner.
“You have a lot of work to do before that can happen though.” He explains moving messed hair out of my face. “And maybe you are ready to take a few more steps towards that goal.” He adds hesitantly.
“What kind of steps?” I ask biting my lower lip because I want nothing more than to better myself.
“First you need to tell me about Mr. Thomas.” He says more firmly than he had a moment before. “I need to know how much he has seen of my wife.”
I sigh and look back at him. “You have seen a lot more of me than he has.” I tell him looking back into his eyes.
“He seemed very attached to you.” Lucius countered as if he didn’t believe me.
“How long did you talk to the gardener about me?” I quip back feeling this conversation was odd.
“Long enough for him to question my care of you.” He states coldly.
“He was a good friend and the first boy I ever kissed.” I tell him in a soft voice. “But we never really did anything more than kiss, and we both decided we were better friends than anything else.”
His hand moved into my hair and he tightened his hold on my locks, as he looked me in the eyes. “You are not permitted to have any lovers.” He tells me seriously as if I was considering such a thing.
“He is a boy I kissed a few times, I hardly consider him a lover.” I tell him with a frown. “We didn’t even use tongues.” I add trying my best not to blush.
“So I assume you don’t wish for me to fire him.” He says keeping eye contact with me.
“No. He probably needs this job.” I tell him with a frown.
“Than two things will have to happen.” Lucius starts thoughtfully. “First, you will never let any of the male staff touch you.” He continues and runs his hands down my arms to make his point. “Second you will go speak with this boy and make it perfectly clear he is never to speak to me as he did this afternoon again. If he so much as speaks without being asked a direct question in my presence than I will not only dismiss him, but I will make sure he never works anywhere ever again.”
“I’ll tell him.” I agree kissing Lucius’ lips softly before curling into him because I still need him close. Merlin I am sick.
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