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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 Eighteen
"I'm craving the delicious intensity you so expertly deliver. Please." Her voice trembled, and she closed her eyes as she nuzzled his palm tenderly. "Please."
Lucius closed his eyes and took a cleansing breath, relishing the feel of her soft skin pressing into his palm. Her words were so sweet, so desperate, and so…submissive; they shot a jolt of heat through him. A jolt of heat that made a short detour in his gut before continuing to his groin where his libido screamed for acquiescence to her plea.
He stroked her cheek gently as he whispered, "I find it hard to refuse you, my sweet." After another moment of contemplation, a resigned sigh escaped his mouth. "Very well, we will continue."
He didn't miss the slight upcurve to the corners of her mouth as she whispered, "Thank you, Master. You are most generous and understanding." Her eyes never left the ground in front of her.
"Hmm, you won't always feel that way, my pet, but I am pleased to oblige you tonight."
Grounding himself, he stood tall and looked her up and down. He moved in close, assessing the roping around her forearms and wrists. He took his time, thoroughly examining her skin for rope irritation and double checking that the bindings weren't too tight. He checked her circulation, confirming the capillary refill was brisk. He took more time than was particularly necessary, finding he enjoyed standing pressed up against her and the feel of her slight anticipatory tremble and soft exhales against his chest.
His breath tickled her ear as he leaned to murmur, "How do your shoulders, arms, and hands feel? I can untie them and let you rest for a few moments."
Hermione took a steadying breath. Despite the normality of the question itself, the tone and sultry sway of his delivery had left her desperate for him to touch her. "I don't feel strained in any way, Master. I feel slightly awkward but in no way uncomfortable." Her voice was somewhat shaky as she answered,
Stepping back, he circled her once again before stopping in front of her and tilting her chin up, drawing her eyes to his. "I am going to suspend you. I will not let you fall and I will not hurt you." Her eyes betrayed no hint of fear. "You will safeword if needed. Yellow for caution and red for stop. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
Lucius waved his wand and a bag hovered to him from the corner of the room.
Hermione's eyes were back on the floor before her, but she could hear him rooting through the sack. He placed a black-leather, padded, four-inch wide board against her abdomen that went from between her breasts to just above her pubis. He waved his wand and murmured a sticking spell, causing the bar to adhere to her. Then, he took a two-inch wide strap of leather and wrapped it around her left thigh, murmuring the same sticking spell, causing it to stay in place. The same action was repeated on her right thigh, leaving her standing with black leather straps around her thighs and a padded board attached to her trunk.
Lucius stood back. "You look quite beautiful in black leather." He shook his head lightly as he stepped towards her and gently pulled her bottom lip from her teeth's grasp. "I have tools for that, you know," he whispered.
Hermione's eyes shot up to find him grinning at her roguishly. His teasing smile sent goosebumps down her arms. Merlin, he's sexy. The way he was looking at her with his hair down, his skin flushed, the toned planes and lines of his shoulders and torso rippling with movement, a happy trail of pale hair descending from his navel and disappearing under his pajamas…it all culminated in his God-given sex appeal. She had no doubt she was the luckiest witch in the world at this moment.
"Because this is our first suspension scene, this board will be used to offer you some support. I will explain more as we go. Eventually, I will suspend you with only ropes, but tonight is an introduction." Reaching into his bag, he pulled out two smaller black leather straps and kneeled before her, wrapping them around her calves.
Tracing his hands up her legs and past her thighs, he slowly slithered up her body to stand. His right hand paused at her inner thighs. "I wonder if I'll find you wet for me…hmm?" Lucius sniffed loudly. "I believe I will."
Hermione let out a small gasp as she felt long fingers move along her folds and then glide into her, pistoning in and out. "Ahh, such a good girl. Wet for her Master." Pulling his hand away, he moved his fingers to her lips and commanded, "Open." Hermione obligingly dropped her jaw to find fingers dripping with her own arousal pressed onto her tongue. "Suck them clean."
An eyebrow cocked as he watched her meticulously suck and fondle his fingers with her exquisite tongue. She was even keeping her gaze on the floor before him. Lucius had not instructed her to keep her eyes downcast while she was restrained, but found he was pleased by her natural inclination to do so. The time would come when she would not be allowed to look at him without his permission. This would happen later in her training, however, when he would assume the role of a more distant and strict Dominant during their sessions.
Pulling his fingers back from her, he stroked her head lightly and continued with his explanation. His voice maintained a calming and reassuring tone. "The board and the leather straps attached to your inviting thighs have loops which I will thread the roping through.
"You are going to be so stunning suspended…hanging powerless and all trussed up for my visual and physical pleasure," he whispered while resting his cheek against her temple.
Grabbing a dangling rope, Lucius threaded it through a loop and continued to do the same with the other loops and ropes. A wave of his wand and four more ropes fell from the chandelier. He attached one to each of the straps on her legs.
He studied her for a brief moment. "You will safeword, Miss Granger if at any point this becomes too much, too uncomfortable, or if you feel unsafe in anyway. Do you understand?" It was said sternly.
"Yes, Master."
With a wave of his wand, Hermione felt herself lifted off the ground and tilted forward so that her trunk, and the board supporting her, were parallel to the ground. She estimated she was about four feet up. Another flick of his wand and her legs were pulled up behind her so that she was suspended perfectly straight. Lucius grabbed her right calf and bent it back so that her foot was very close to her bum. Another flick of his wand and the strap from her right thigh became attached to the calf strap. As he performed the same action with her left leg, Hermione found herself trembling with nerves and excitement even though she felt safe and secure. Her calves were tied back onto her thighs but not so tightly as to be uncomfortable; she had a little give. The roping held her legs' weight easily. Her hands remained in the same restraints as earlier and were gently suspended out to her sides.
Lucius gave her shoulder a slight push and her body began to lightly swing. Her eyes remained focused on the moving floor beneath her and she found she was grateful for the board supporting her weight. She knew Lucius only provided it for her comfort – as it was entirely unnecessary given his expertise and experience – but she also knew he wanted her to feel assured of her safety. She felt more than secure. Hermione actually felt rather depraved and divine with her arms out and slightly above her, her legs spread in a V leaving her exposed and completely vulnerable.
She didn't fail to notice that, just like the strappado position from Friday night, Lucius had her positioned in a way that granted him full access to any orifice of his choosing. She was already figuring out the man had a method for his pleasure and she was happy to be its vessel. As her body continued to sway, she felt as though she were flying. For the first time in her life she didn't object to the sensation. She had to prevent herself from snorting when Peter Pan's "I Can Fly!" began to reverberate through her brain. She would blame that one on Draco.
Lucius stood back and admired the view. "Well, don't you look lovely?" He looked up at the plethora of ropes hanging from the chandelier and ending attached to the board and straps on her tasty little body. Seeing a beautiful woman suspended and at his mercy was a favorite pastime. However, seeing this particular witch was practically more than a mere mortal wizard could take. It was a shame photographs were a hard limit for her. What he would give to be able to gaze at this moment for eternity.
Unable to wait another moment, Lucius flicked his wand and the suspension lowered her closer to the ground so that her face was lined up with his groin. "Perfect," he cooed as he slipped down the silk material of his bottoms, letting his cock spring free in front of her. "How about you show appropriate appreciation of your Master's hard work."
Unable to move except for her mouth, Hermione opened wide and looked up at Lucius to find his eyes hungry and his purple-headed cock at her lips with raging need. He slipped into her mouth and held the back of her head as he gently began to thrust.
Hermione tried to relax her throat to take him deep but found herself gagging from his size. Lucius grabbed her hair and pulled her head back roughly to allow her a large, gasping breath before he pushed her back down and slipped his shaft into her volcanic mouth once again. "Yessss. Suck my cock just like that."
While he was not being overly rough, he wasn't being particularly gentle either and Hermione could feel the moisture accumulating between her legs. She relished in her lack of control and his pure Domination. She worked him with her tongue and bobbed her head up and down his large shaft as best she could but found it awkward given her position. As though he could hear her thoughts, he whispered, "Such a good little cock-sucker. You are doing very well." She took him deep and found herself gagging again.
"I like it when you gag on my cock, Doll. However, with practice this will become much easier." He stroked her head as he smiled leeringly down at her. "Trust me when I tell you, you will be getting lots of practice." He continued to lightly hold her head as he gently thrust in and out of her enticing mouth. His eyes darkened as he watched her struggle to accommodate his size. He could see the outline of his large cock as it pushed against her cheeks and into the beginning of her throat. Her eyes grew wide and she gagged as he pushed a little further before once again pulling her back by the hair. This time he allowed three gasps of air before guiding himself into her mouth once again. He couldn't deny this side of himself, the part of him that enjoyed a little torture for his pleasure. It was something she would learn about him. He had a dark side, albeit controlled and tempered, but dark all the same. Resignedly, he pulled away, realizing it was time to give her novice mouth a rest.
Just as Hermione's jaw was starting to grow tired and her lungs felt they could take no more, Lucius pulled back and stepped away from her. He didn't say anything, but she could hear him going through his bag again. She could see each hand held something and then everything went dark as he blindfolded her for the second time that evening.
"Open wide," he whispered. Hermione opened her mouth in anticipation of his cock but was surprised when it was something else entirely. It was rubber and round. It wasn't very large; it felt like the size of a large marble as it slipped between her waiting lips. She heard a low whisper and the ball began to enlarge in her mouth. It became much bigger, stopping just when it was about to become uncomfortable. It then decreased slightly in size before she felt a strap fastened around the back of her head. "This is a ball gag, my pet. Something to prevent you from chewing on that luscious lip you are so prone to abuse."
Lucius paced slowly before her, his eyes roving her naked, suspended body. "You look so delectable right now. Bound, strung up, blindfolded, gagged, and – most of all – at my mercy." She could hear him moving around her and then felt something soft in her hand. "I have just placed a scarf in your hand and it is fastened to your wrist. If at any point you wish to safeword, you simply drop the scarf and it will hang from your wrist like a flag, alerting me to stop. "Go ahead and practice." Hermione opened her hand and let the cloth fall from her grasp. "Perfect." She felt him tuck the scrap of fabric into her grasp again.
"Let's see how you're doing." Hermione felt a light brush against her folds. If he had allowed her to speak, she could have answered him easily. She knew she was dripping wet. His brutish, almost-abuse of her mouth had left her gushing like Mount Vesuvius. "Oh, Miss Granger. You certainly like this. Nice and juicy for me."
Suddenly, her legs were thrust apart. She let out a muffled groan as he slid into her and her pussy clenched him with need, practically sucking him in. He moved slowly at first, leaving her to relish each glorious inch of his invading cock. She internally smiled when she heard him let out a guttural groan as he pulled out and thrust back in quickly. His hands gripped her hip bones as he began a vigorous pace. It was almost painful as he pounded into her, hitting her cervix over and over again. She couldn't help the muffled and almost silenced grunts that matched his pace. The ball gag served not only to leave her speechless, but to muffle the moans that she knew would have otherwise left her sounding like a two-knut whore. She could feel saliva accumulating in her mouth, the gag making it hard to swallow. So lost in her own pleasure, she found she didn't care as she began to drool around the rubber ball.
Being completely suspended, her body continually swayed in short jerks as his grip kept her from moving too much. When Hermione felt him reach under her and begin to masturbate her clit, she knew it wouldn't take long. Not being able to speak, she immediately tried her best to suppress her impending release for fear of his displeasure. She knew better than to come without permission, especially during a scene. Knowing that if he kept touching her like that she would be lost, she attempted to arch her back and pull away. The board charmed to her torso made it impossible. She tried to close her legs to no avail as the ropes didn't have a lot of give. His fingers continued to tap dance on her clit and her muffled moans became more frantic as she knew she was mere seconds away. Trying to distract herself she began to mentally rattle off the process of brewing Polyjuice Potion. Add three measures of knotgrass…wait no…flux...
Lucius knew she was close and he could tell she was fighting it. Hermione's struggle to arch her back and close her legs to deny him access to her delectable cunt had left him amused and rather…touched. He had not instructed her not to come but being who she was – with her desperate strive for perfection – he should have predicted she would stick to one of the most common rules in D/s scening. Never come without permission. Feeling his own release upon him, his grunting voice demanded, "Come, pet. Come all over me. I want your juices in a puddle on the floor beneath you."
A couple more pinches of her clit and Hermione felt her body tense before waves of release rolled through her womb. Her pussy twitched with convulsive pulses as her head fell forward and her body went limp in its bindings. Her mind felt hazy as she was vaguely aware of him continuing to pound in and out of her. Her head was yanked back up as Lucius grasped her braid and pulled. The pain was jarring and yet somehow arousing, despite her exhaustion. "Not yet, Doll. You've got another in you. Give it to your Master."
Her mind was swimming as she fought his command. It wasn't possible. There was no way she could come again! Yes, she had done it before, but this time was different. She was spent. Panic began to set in as she feared his displeasure. His fingers were mercilessly back at her clit and she felt the little nub scream from the unwelcome continued stimulation to its over-sensitized state. She felt her eyes begin to sting with the threat of tears as he continued to rub, pinch, and flick. Somehow, somehow, she began to feel flickers of pleasure as her womb began to slowly coil a second time. She threw her head from side to side, denying the possibility.
His voice was demanding and lordly as he rejected her non-verbal protest. "Don't shake your head at me, Miss Granger! You can do it. You will do it, or you will suffer my displeasure." He continued to pound and fondle her clit. Sweat was beginning to form on his brow as he set a punishing rhythm to his thrusts.
Hermione forced herself to stop fighting it and tried to let herself relax into his fingers' ministrations. She was determined to please him. He wanted her to come again, she had better figure out how to do just that. The discomfort to her nub slowly gave way to pleasure and she could feel the coil continue to tighten as she replayed his delicious Dominant reprimand over and over in her head. You can do it. You will do it, or you will suffer my displeasure. Fuck, that's hot. Suffer his displeasure – I won't. I will please him. I can.
Determination took over and she began to moan and grunt as desire and need slowly continued to build a second time. His hand began to move faster, and she abruptly wished she was free of her bindings so that she could move her hips more freely and facilitate her own release. Pinch, rub, flick. Pinch, rub, flick. It was pleasure through torture at its finest, and within a couple minutes she was so close. She held her breath and clenched down on her Kegels, desperately willing her release to come.
Suddenly a hard slap landed on her right bum cheek. "Come, slut. Come NOW!" She screamed around the rubber ball in her mouth as the coil sprung free, his dirty words just what she needed to be pushed over the edge. They facilitated the quake in her body that had to be a ten on the Richter scale. The tsunami left in its wake released wave after monster wave of wonderful release. She was overcome by flashes of light behind her mask as he stilled and let out his own yell.
"Gods, witch…! Yesssss…!" His breathing was loud and ragged, and his words came out choked with his own exhaustion as he collapsed over her. "Fuck, yesssss. Goddess of mere mortals, you're amazing!"
Hermione's heart was pounding as she continued to come down from her second, torrid release. His words of praise did not go unnoticed and this time it was the lion within her that was basking in the glorious praise of her Master.
The whip struck the naked witch with meticulous precision, leaving a bright red welt on her right shoulder blade. "I have so many ways to bend you to my will, this is merely a tiny part of my arsenal." He gazed down her body, shackled to the stone cellar wall, noticing the delightful way her body flinched and writhed with each strike as gasping sobs escaping her mouth. He tilted his head, imagining the strike of the next hit, planning its depth and intensity. The end-product he had envisioned was a complex, weave design which would extend from just below her neck and cover her entire back to the swell of her buttocks. It would be stunning when he was finished. When the next hit struck, with the exact precision he had imagined, his cock swelled with excitement. The witch, however, yelled in agony. "Ple…p..lease, st..stop. I..I swear I d…don't kn…know anything."
"Ahh, but you are lying. I know it – and more importantly – the Dark Lord knows it. By all means, keep it to yourself. I find I'm quite entertained." He leered at the witch and shook his head in disgust as he saw the flow of urine running down those dirty, trembling legs. "Filthy little Mudblood," he chided as he once again struck her.
He wondered if she was wet with arousal. Could she be that twisted? Could she be like him? With a wave of his wand, and a whispered "Evanesco," the urine was vanished, along with layers of filth and muck from her time in captivity.
"See? All clean now. Am I not merciful?" He watched her briefly and shook his head in condescending disapproval. "Tsk, tsk. Not even a thank you? You Mudbloods have no manners at all."
"Th..thank y…you," she choked out.
"Ah, at least you seem to have the capability to learn. It is my understanding there are a few of you out there who do seem to exhibit a modicum of intelligence," he chuckled, "but let's face it. There's really only one thing your kind are any good for." Stepping up behind her, his hand reached to fondle between her legs. This action elicited a startled jolt and another sob from his victim. Pulling his hand back to find it bone dry left him with a confused look. He paused in his actions to look at her curiously from behind – as though she were not to be understood. As if she were an enigma. He reached down and found his own arousal intact and growing. He unzipped his trousers and released the strained appendage. He gave it a stroke as he once again contemplated his next strike.
"I'll get you there, witch. I'll get you there." He unleashed another precision strike, this one leaving a long line vertically down her back, ending perfectly at the slight dip marking the start of the delicious little crack of her arse. He once again stroked himself as he began to pace, staring at the witch's back. "I can teach you to like this…I can train your lovely little body to deign to please above everything else." His eyes roved hungrily down her form and back up. "Simply tell me what we need to know, and I'll train you. I'll make it good."
A sobbing response met his ears, but sobbing witches were not always unhappy witches. No one knew this more than him. He stepped up behind her, breathing in her scrumptious scent. Curls tickled his nose as he leaned in and kissed the cords of her neck. He moved his hardness against her petite frame, but she screamed in pain as his erection rubbed the newest, raw welt on her back. He couldn't help but wonder why was she resisting. Reaching around, he took a handful of luscious breast and kneaded it thoroughly.
"There you go my little whore. If my whip won't work, perhaps my cock will." He reached between her legs and rubbed dry tissue where there should have been a dripping heat.
"You confuse me, witch. Perhaps this game isn't for you." He reached up, releasing her hands from the shackles holding her wrists, a flick of his wand and the ankles were freed as well. She fell back into his arms, weak and frail. His words were whispered and urgent as he held her.
"I won't fail you, I can train you. I can make you happy. I can love you. Please…" He tilted her face to the side, wanting to see her. Wanting to see this beauty who was pretending she didn't like his whip. This beauty who was refusing the Dark Lord for the love of his punishment. This lost soul who came to him, needing him, wanting him to take care of her.
Gazing down at her profile, a sense of urgency struck him as he realized her eyes were closed, her chest was still, and her skin was ghostly pale. Lucius' hand moved along her torso, to her breast, and then to her face as he leaned to kiss her cold, blue lips. Pulling back, he found blood red fingerprints marring her beautiful face. In a panic he looked down. The stab wounds to her abdomen were deep and scattered and made a thrill of fear bloom through his entire being. "Oh..no…! Pet, no…wake up… Doll…wake up!"
Lucius sat straight up in bed, cold sweat peppered his face while his chest heaved with each breath. A dream. It was only a dream. He looked to his right to find Hermione naked and her perfect and trusting little body wrapped in the sheets. One breast spilled out, nipple deliciously pebbled from the cool air. He climbed out of bed, grabbing his wand, and walked to the mantle. A flick of his wrist and the fire roared into existence.
Both hands gripped the mantle for dear life as the memory of the dream consumed him. The memory of the prisoner – his prisoner – that he was only too happy to whip and torture. He concentrated, trying to remember more as the dream slowly slid out of his focus and memory. The prisoner had then become a submissive, his submissive, someone he was to train. Beautiful and in pain as his whip struck her.
Lucius collapsed to his haunches before the fire as the end of the dream came into focus. Not a submissive, not for play. A prisoner he had abused. A prisoner he had beat. A prisoner he desired. A prisoner who was dead. Hermione. He had killed his prisoner. He had killed Hermione.
Lucius abruptly stood and looked back at the sleeping witch, only to find she was sleeping no more. Beautiful in the flickering firelight, she was sitting up with her small hand clutching the sheet to her chest. Her breast was still exposed, and now a silky thigh was free of the offensive, vision obscuring fabric. She wore a worried look on her face, and a soft whisper from her lips caused a shudder to run through him. A shudder of guilt. A shudder from what he might have done. He had never killed as a Death Eater, but did that make him any less guilty?
The memory of that night came into his thoughts once again. The night she could have died. The night his psychotic sister-in-law cut into his witch's arm. This witch's arm. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew where this dream had come from. In the ballroom… He had been so concerned about not upsetting her. He had been so focused on not scaring her by bringing back the horrible memory of that night, that he hadn't considered himself in that equation. He hadn't contemplated what it might do to him.
Lucius continued to stare at her – although he was not really seeing her – as all these thoughts tumbled through his mind like an avalanche. A soft voice pulled him to the here and now. "Lucius? Lucius…" He pulled deep lungsful of air, trying to force himself to focus as he watched her slip out of bed and dash towards him. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she exclaimed urgently, "Lucius…are you ok? What's wrong? You look…haunted. Has something happened?"
He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply again. Her sweet scent grounded him as his arms wrapped around her tightly. "Oh, Hermione. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…about that night. That God-awful night that you could have died. I did nothing to save you…I should have…I should have…."
Soft caramel eyes looked up at him beseechingly, surprised by this unexpected apology. Where in the world was this coming from? "Shh, Lucius. Shh now. It's all right. I knew you couldn't help me then. I knew you needed to protect Harry first and foremost and that your focus was on the cellar where the boys were. I wouldn't have wanted you to save me over him. I would have been furious if you had saved me and it had cost us Harry. It's okay. It all worked out – and I'm okay. I never blamed you – any of you. Not you, not Narcissa, not Draco. You did the best you could."
His eyes never left hers as his heart rate slowed to only a mild tachycardia. He looked at her like she was water and he was the desert. "Merlin, you are beautiful. I just want to drink you in."
Her eyes were wide, probably confused by everything that had just transpired. She had woken to discover him across the room, naked and staring at her like a mad man. And what had she done? Had she looked away and avoided his touch of madness? Not this witch. She ran towards him, holding him, reassuring him, and comforting him.
Unable to resist her for another moment, he leaned down and kissed her tenderly, and then not so tenderly as an instant and desperate need to be inside her consumed him. He swooped her into his arms and carried her bridal style back to his bed.
Lucius found the feel of her in his arms helped ground him fully. This woman, who had had enough trust in him to sleep so soundly in his bed and held enough compassion in her heart to soothe him after a nightmare. A young woman who made him feel like a young man again, as evident by how hard he was growing at the feel of her nakedness against his. A woman who had rekindled a fire deep in his gut and reminded him what affection and respect and kindness felt like. A woman who was currently his.
He rested her back against the pillows and motioned her to move to the center of the bed, focused on her but also lost in the thoughts whirring through his mind. Why not take advantage of your situation, old man? Embrace your Slytherin heritage and give her all of you. Maybe when all this is over, she'll choose you. Show her how it could be to be yours. Don't fight obviously, but don't sit back and let him have her without trying to keep her. The decision is hers, in the end, but why not make her realize she has a choice?
As those thoughts swirled in his head, an incredible feeling of guilt tickled the back of his mind. Severus wanted her. Severus had even suggested he might marry her and have children one day. Severus Snape! A wife? Children? The blasted miserable sod deserved some happiness…perhaps more than anyone else Lucius knew. Lucius couldn't, in good conscience, pursue her when the falling out between the two of them had been over a ridiculous misunderstanding.
No, he would do as he promised. If Snape screwed up again, though? All promises would have been met and this divine angel will be fair game. Lucius would not hold back again; the gloves would be off, and he was prepared to fight dirty.
Before he even consciously made up his mind about all the questions and thoughts he had, he was brushing riotous curls out of Hermione's face and leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down her jaw and neck. A whimper of need sounded delightfully in the back of her throat, and her eyelashes fluttered as she leaned into his kiss. Lucius didn't give her time to register what was happening fully before he rolled over her and settled himself between her thighs.
He did not enter her, not yet. Lucius wanted her fully aware of what she did to him. He wanted her completely cognizant of what he felt was happening between them. This little witch had brought so much passion and need back into his life that she was starring in his dreams – even if those dreams had been nightmares.
"Lucius?" she murmured before letting out a shaky sigh of pleasure as his mouth closed around a nipple, making it swell and peak. She groaned when he pulled at it more insistently, her hips rolling. "Oh, Circe," she keened softly.
He couldn't help a small chuckle at her sweet sounds of ecstasy as he slid fingers down, down between her legs to find her quim wet with their combined juices from earlier in the evening. He delved between her folds, slipping two fingers up and inside her gently. "Oh, yes…" she hissed in her sleep roughened voice.
"Does that feel good, pet?" he whispered, smirking when she only mewled in response. "Yes, I see that it does," he continued in a smooth cadence. "You're such a dirty little girl. Here you are all slick with my seed, sleeping in my bed like a good little slave. I wake you from a sound sleep and your only wish is to please me – make me feel better. Then I bombard you with my lust and you respond so…deliciously." Her breathing hitched, and he could see the gleam of her eyes flickering with the fire from the brazier. Nothing was said in response to his words. One hand still stroking her hot little cunt, he crept the other to his pillow for the wand he had tossed on top of it as he continued to rumble, "You did so wonderfully tonight, Doll. Seeing you strung from my ceiling, trapped for my pleasure? That pleased me greatly. Raise your arms above your head, love."
Hermione whimpered, complying immediately, and he grinned as his fingers closed around his wand. "Evinctus," he murmured, pointing it at the squirming woman's hands. He heard her gasp and low moan as her arms were pulled tightly into bindings at her wrists and secured to the headboard.
"Mmm," he breathed. Leaving his wand back on his pillow, he bent his head to suckle at her neck, pulling the tender flesh and laving it with his tongue. She wriggled and made soft noises in her throat while pulling at the bindings. "Now you're trapped," he sank his teeth into the fleshy part of her body where her neck met her shoulder. Hermione gave a little shriek as she reflexively jerked away from the pain. Having mercy on her, Lucius soothed the bite with his hot, wet tongue before continuing to nip and suck across her chest. "Tell me, Doll, would you try to run if I released you?"
Her answer was breathless and immediate. "No!" she panted.
"No?" Lucius asked, feigning surprise. He was to the base of her sternum now and her torso rolled as she pressed her sex into his hand. Silently begging him to move faster, sink his fingers deeper.
"No, I would not run, sir! I love how you make me feel," she groaned with her pent up sexual frustration as he dipped his tongue in her navel. His free hand squeezed and pinched one of her breasts as he continued his descent.
He slid his fingers out of her slick warmth and she verbally protested the loss but stilled when she felt the heat of his breath fan over her mons. "Oh, please!" she begged, lifting her hips in attempts to make contact with his mouth.
"Please what, Miss Granger?"
"Please put your mouth on me, sir!"
"I've had my mouth on you, Miss Granger, but I can do that again," he murmured. "Do you want it here?" he lapped at the sensitive inside of one creamy thigh causing a low groan. "Or maybe here?" Raising himself a bit, he nipped at one hip bone and she squealed and hissed with the painful pleasure of the bite. "You'll have to be more specific," he teased, returning to hover over her quim.
Hermione was a bundle of tension, the next time he touched her, she would explode into a million pieces within a minute. Lucius would have put money on it.
"Please put your mouth on my pussy, sir!" He gave her a leer she most likely couldn't see and continued to torment her with his breath so close to where she wanted him.
"Now why would you want my mouth there, you wicked witch?"
"Oh, fucking hell!" she whimpered. "Master, please put your mouth on my pussy. Suck on my clit! Make me come! Please, please, please make me come, sir!"
He snickered loud enough for her to hear before complying. Holding her hips firmly still with both hands, he slowly stroked her from her vaginal opening to her clit and back a few times, listening to her curse and breathe out little sobs above him. She tasted of him, which made a fierce possessiveness claw up his insides. Her body was positively vibrating beneath his ministration.
Lucius felt it as she pulled her legs back as far as she could, trying to give him better access by tilting her pelvic bone. She gasped when he finally latched onto and started suckling her clit. He brought one hand off her hips to run his fingers through the excitement that was pouring out of her. Carefully, slowly, he curled and slipped three long fingers into her heat, pushing up to stimulate her g-spot. This made her release a stream of expletives as she was forcibly shoved off the metaphorical cliff that was her orgasm.
He continued to pump her with his fingers as she shouted. It was an unearthly sound, and she jerked under him hard before falling into mutters of "Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god!" under her breath. Once again, she was praising the deity due to his ministrations.
"Lucius, Lucius," she breathed as she started to come down, her body sinking limply into the mattress. "Oh, my gods, so good." Lucius couldn't help the prideful smirk that he knew was plastered stupidly on his face. That's right, Hermione. Sing your praises to the gods, but don't forget to whom you belong.
"Solvo," he muttered, wandlessly releasing her tied wrists as he slowly climbed back up her body. He silenced Hermione's praises by covering her mouth with his, sharing with her the taste of herself as he settled himself over the top of her. Her arms wrapped around him and she let her fingers dive into the silky strands of his hair as she pulled him closer, relishing his weight.
He deepened the kiss until it was almost bruising in nature while aligning himself with her pussy and sinking into her slowly. She hummed into his mouth as breath hissed out of his nose at the heady sensation that was their bodies joining.
Hermione's legs automatically came up to wrap around his waist even as her brain finally returned from the rapture of her orgasm. She was heated through – fully satisfied, yet ready for more. She was surprised Lucius had untied her, but his penetrating kisses didn't allow the thought to linger. As he pulled back and surged into her a second time, she swallowed his groan of pleasure.
When Lucius moved again, she had to tear her mouth away to suck in much needed air. "God, Hermione, you feel so bloody amazing," he breathed into her neck as his arms slipped underneath her shoulders to pull her even closer to him. His fingers wound into her hair as he paused in his strokes to adjust himself on his knees, tilting her pelvis up by the shifting of his own. They were so wrapped around each other the only parts they could move were their hips, which mated again and again as he rained kisses over her face and she sucked on his neck and shoulders.
Hermione rolled her lower body, meeting each snap of his hips with her own thrust. Lucius' fingers tangled into her curls and he pulled her head back painfully, allowing himself access to the graceful arch of her neck. The pace was slower than any other time he had taken her, but he seemed in no rush. She focused on the feel of his thickness, the friction of their bodies. Every few thrusts the angle would catch her clit just right and she'd whimper. He returned to her mouth to seek out her tongue again and she sighed into him, loving the almost lazy way he was moving within her.
Lucius built the tension within her slowly, seeming to hold off his own completion with no effort. Fleetingly, Hermione wondered how long they had been moving together, but the thought never fully registered as the tell-tale fluttering's started deep in her womb. "I'm going to come." She whispered it, asking permission without actually asking permission.
He didn't answer, just sealed his lips over hers again, nibbling and suckling at her lower lip. Seeking out her tongue to graze his teeth over it lightly. Pulling her upper lip between his. Lucius increased his pace just a bit, snapping at the end of each thrust, which caused Hermione to whimper and let out little broken yips around his heated snogging.
When she fell apart, she threw her head back gasping his name and sinking her nails into his shoulders. It was a slow unfurling. It seemingly started in the very center of her being before flowing through her heatedly, but gently. Like the caress of almost-too-hot water cascading over her skin. Lucius' arms tightened around her as she came, and he stiffened above her; his own orgasm crashing down as she milked him of his seed.
When their breathing calmed enough, and her legs slipped down to settle on the mattress, Lucius returned his mouth to Hermione's. She accepted the sweet, slow kisses with as much ardor and enthusiasm as he was showing. Body trembling, she slid her arms from his shoulders and lifted her hands to cup his face. Holding him gently between her palms, her fingers traced the shape of his jaw, feeling the stubble from the day before.
They kissed and caressed each other for a long time, neither speaking. Both were too afraid that words would break the spell they were under. It was with great reluctance, and only when Hermione pulled away to let out a little yawn, that Lucius untangled himself from her. He rolled onto his side and pulled her in against him, curving the front of his body along her back so her bum rested firmly against his groin. He slung an arm around her waist and snuck a thigh between her hips to curl with her legs. He smiled against her hair when she tangled her fingers with his and pulled their hands to rest between her breasts. They were both sleeping within moments.
Hermione's eyes fluttered a few hours later. She was confused for a moment before she registered Lucius' heavy arm draped across her midsection. Opening her eyes fully, she could see faint light peeking in from around the heavy drapes that covered the window. It took another moment to realize the reason she had awoke. She needed to pee.
Carefully, she slipped out from underneath the muscular arm of the man she had just spent the best New Year celebration of her life with. Once her feet were on the floor, she turned back to look at him and found her breath catching. Lucius Malfoy was really a handsome man. Sure, he was twenty-five years her senior, but that was really nothing in the Wizarding world. His regal appearance would most likely keep him looking beautiful and powerful even if he lived to be a hundred and fifty years old.
Gaze traveling down the hard planes of his body, Hermione took in his musculature. He was hard in all the right places. Even if he wasn't as well defined as Snape, he was very fit for a man of his age. Well, in all actuality, he was quite fit for a man of any age. She returned her eyes to his face, which was peaceful in his sleep. This made him look years younger, and Hermione could see Draco in him explicitly.
She pulled herself up to stand and padded quietly across the room before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door with the softest of clicks behind her. As she went about her morning ablutions, her mind returned to the confusing – yet powerful – lovemaking session they had in the wee hours of the morning.
Lovemaking.
It had been too tender not to be called lovemaking.
It had been too full of emotion not to be called lovemaking.
Hermione felt herself rather torn about how this made her feel. She looked at herself long and hard in the gilded mirror that hung above one of the two sinks in the bathroom before starting to brush her teeth.
On one hand – she felt possessive of Lucius and she couldn't deny she was coming to care about him more deeply than she had anticipated. They had gone into this arrangement with a mutual understanding. They were both having their needs met – he was teaching her to be a sexual submissive, all the while sating his own needs of being a sexual Dominant. She hadn't counted on the monumental affection that was growing within her for this man.
As she continued to take in her reflection, she tried to make heads or tails of the conundrum that was Lucius Malfoy. They were engaged in a heady sexual relationship that was set to last for at least the next three to four months per their contractual agreement. Because of this, she didn't see their emotional connection fading.
As she brushed her teeth, she couldn't fault herself for growing so fond of the wizard. He was an exceptional man, a great friend, and the perfect Dominant. She knew with absolute clarity she had a friend for life in Lucius. The realization made her feel very warm and somehow protected. He was safe. A safe place to put her fears and desires. Someone she could trust explicitly with questions and concerns. She hoped that wouldn't change when she was no longer his submissive.
It pained her to admit this, but certainly their dynamic would change somewhat when their contract ended. How could it not? However, she held no doubt they would remain friends. She imagined he had been every bit as attentive and wonderful with his other past training submissives. While finishing brushing her teeth and tongue, she couldn't help but wonder if he maintained friendships with them. She spat forcefully into the sink and used her hands to cup water to rinse her mouth, mulling over how she thought about Lucius being friends with his past submissives. Jealousy was the only thing that came to mind. She quickly pushed that notion away.
As she began to floss, a small niggling thought poked her, leaving her feeling uneasy. What if you're wrong? What if he has actual romantic feelings and inclinations for you? That was lovemaking last night!
She internally shook her head. No, Lucius was fully aware of the situation with Snape, and certainly the man would tell her if he had feelings for her. Right? Lovemaking between friends – that's all it had been. It was true she felt somewhat possessive of Lucius – and yes – she possibly had developing romantic sentiments towards the man. Yes, those feelings seemed to go beyond their contractual agreement. This was only on her end, though. It had to be just on her end. She would just have to keep a level head when it came to Lucius. She couldn't let herself become too emotionally attached.
The truth was, there was a damn good chance Snape would break her heart, it wouldn't do for Lucius to break it as well.
Hermione exhaled a slow breath. She was fully aware she was more than a little obsessed with Severus Snape. The way the man hadn't even really tried but had somehow succeeded in setting her world on fire let her know she was in deep. Especially now that he had pulled his head out of his arse and admitted that there was a raw, animalistic charge between them.
Hermione was no fool – she understood that sexual compatibility did not necessarily mean there would be a romantic compatibility. She realized that she and Snape could try things and have them explode devastatingly in their faces. However, she knew that she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn't see where things could go with him. She was very aware that Lucius also more than satisfied her sexual urges and fantasies – but it wasn't quite the same. There was something utterly pyrogenic about Severus Snape. She couldn't make sense of it any more than she could deny it.
There was also no denying that Lucius Malfoy had delivered to her one of the most amazing nights of her life. If things didn't work out with Snape, she would be beyond lucky to capture the heart of Lucius Malfoy. Once again, she dismissed that possibility as she felt fairly certain the wizard harbored only friendship for her.
She chuckled to herself when she imagined Draco's reaction if things between her and Lucius somehow did become more serious in the future. All that teasing about her becoming his step-mummy! Merlin, that would be beyond…weird. Not to mention potentially disruptive of a budding friendship with her childhood nemesis. She doubted Draco would be too happy if she and Lucius were to actually date. She walked towards the shower, not wanting to give any more thought to the possibility. There was simply no point wasting energy thinking about something that would never be.
As she started the water, she found she could not shake the possibility from her mind, however. What if things don't go well with Snape and she somehow did end up with Lucius? The last thing she wanted to do was potentially ruin (or make awkward) a deep, long-time friendship between Snape and Lucius. She had only gotten to see them interact casually on couple of occasions, but she was well aware of the connection they had. She knew that Snape had confided in Lucius about what had been happening with her. The way Lucius spoke about Snape was more brotherlike than a strong friendship. She could not come between that.
She stepped into the hot spray, groaning as the torrent from the rain head shower receptacle soothed her sore muscles and the side jets engulfed her in blissful, all-encompassing heat. She wasn't sure how long she stood in the water, continuing to let her brain whirl and spin as she tried to push thoughts of Slytherin men from her mind.
She wasn't successful, suddenly remembering (not that she had really forgotten) that she had an actual date with Snape. Within the next week! She replayed their conversation and dance, lingering over the details of his touch and the sound of his voice in her ear. She had no concept of how much time was passing as she stood under the hot water and let herself daydream. It was long enough that when pale, corded arms snaked around her waist from behind she let out a little yelp of surprise.
"Good morning, witch," Lucius deep voice was husky with sleep and fell directly into her ear as he nuzzled her neck with his nose.
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission