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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 Nineteen
"Good morning, witch," Lucius deep voice was husky with sleep and fell directly into her ear as he nuzzled her neck with his nose.
"Good morning, Lucius," she smirked up at him over her shoulder when she felt his heavy, silk over steel erection press hotly into the small of her back. "I see you're up and at 'em this morning," she continued teasingly as her eyes dropped to his prick before slowly gliding back up his body. She winked at him.
Lucius let out a bark of laughter before he tilted his face into the waterfall coming from above them. His chest rumbled with the soothing pleasure of the shower just as much as Hermione's had a few moments earlier. "I don't think I'll be ready for your witty snark until I've had a cup of tea, Miss Granger," he responded sardonically after soaking his hair.
"Aw," Hermione giggled lightly. "Are you not a morning person, sir?"
The change in moniker seemed to wake Lucius fully. The next thing Hermione knew, her hands were flat against the tile wall and Lucius was using one leg to spread her feet more than hip width apart. His fingers dove into the soft, silken folds of her pussy. "Gah!" she half groaned, half squealed in complete surprise.
"I am very much a morning person, Doll." His voice was mischievous and happy sounding and his fingers dipped down to swirl over the rosebud of her rear entrance. Hermione clenched her cheeks in automatic surprise, which made Lucius let out another deep chuckle.
"This little hole right here, Miss Granger, is mine. You marked it as such in your contract when you wrote 'haven't done before' followed by a 'very eager to try'." She held her breath as she felt him toy with the swirl of flesh lovingly before gently pressing the tip of his pointer finger into the center until the ring of muscles gave way.
Hermione's entire body wracked with a shudder and she dropped her head between her arms as she let out a long, low moan. The water that poured around them drowned out her reaction, but she knew that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. There was a nip of teeth at her lower back as the single digit slipped a little further into her tract before wiggling, making her breath stutter and hitch in her throat. Another hand slid up and around her torso before cupping under one heavy breast and pulling at the nipple until it was hard and peaked.
Hermione made to reach back for him, so she could wrap her arm around his neck and pull his mouth to hers. She was treated to his finger slipping loose from her arse and a hard crack on one slippery cheek. "Did I say you could move, witch?" he hissed, glaring. Hermione swallowed, her eyes popped wide with surprise as she immediately placed her palm back next to its twin on the stone shower wall.
"I'm sorry, Master," she said loud enough to be heard over the rushing water. "I just wanted to touch you."
Lucius smirked at the back of her head. He had figured it was something along those lines. He slid both palms up over the swell of her rump before skimming up her sides to cup her breasts. Taking firm hold of one in each hand, he pulled her back into him with a hard jerk, put his mouth directly over her ear, and hissed, "I am very glad you wish to touch me, Doll, but I am training you to be a sexual submissive. You have expressed interest in marrying a Dominant. If and when you do, you and he will have your own rule base. However, I can all but promise you that your Dominant husband will expect you to instantly be submissive when any sexual situation is initiated – unless you agree otherwise."
He squeezed and rotated her nipples, his hold on her pert breasts continued to be bruising. She groaned loudly, her head lolling back onto his shoulder. "It is also what I expect, pet. If I initiate sexual activity outside of our prearranged sessions and you wish to engage with me, you will immediately submit." Lucius' thick thigh parted her legs from behind again, so she had to rise onto her tip toes to sit on his knee. The sensation of coarse body hair over her neatly trimmed quim made her gasp. She moaned wantonly when he scrapped his teeth from the base of her ear down the length of her neck before nibbling on her shoulder. Her breathing became erratic.
"If I wish for you to act freely, I will tell you so. Tell me you understand all I have said, my lovely." He sunk his teeth hard into the side of her neck while simultaneously dropping a strong, opened handed smack directly over one nipple with his command.
She shrieked before gasping, "I understand, sir!"
"Good girl," he growled. "Hands back on the wall." With no other warning, he pushed her forcefully away from him and her hands automatically came up to catch herself from slamming face first into the stone. He roughly spread her legs further apart and dropped four loud, unpleasant cracks onto her arse cheeks. Taking her hips in a crushing grip in each long-fingered hand, Lucius lifted them and tilted her pelvis back before he slammed into her with one strong thrust. Hermione let out a stunned, nonsensical exclamation of surprise followed by a sob of pleasure as he set a ruthless pace. So ruthless she had to lock her elbows to keep herself from smashing into the wall in front of her
Because of how small she was, Lucius was holding her up on her tip toes while she balanced herself with her hands against the shower wall. The water flowed hotly, wrapping them in steam and heat. Spurring him on excitedly were her gasps and mewls of desire, although they could barely be heard over the water. The loud slap of his sac against her clit sent electric thrills down his spine all the same.
In the back of his mind Lucius realized he might be being a tad too rough with her. He had certainly not quite unleashed himself like this with her before. She's a big girl, Luc. She knows her safewords.
As quickly as he had started their mating, he pulled away. Spinning her to face him, he used his body to trap her against the cool stone, his forearm coming up to cut her air supply off at the neck. She went stock still, her mouth gaping to drag in a ragged, obstructed breath. He could feel her pulse flutter erratically for a few seconds before he released her. Continuing to use his body to intimidate, Lucius forced her to move a short distance to the long stone shelf that was counter height along one wall. He loved that she automatically kept her eyes averted as she had the night before, never making eye contact with him – something he loved in his submissives. Her instincts, for the most part, made his job easy.
Lucius had designed this bathroom very specifically when he had it redone. Hermione was the first witch he had used it with, however. The shower had many points for hand holds and the shelf was deep enough for a witch to sit on and be fucked mercilessly. There was also a magically padded corner seat where a wizard could sit comfortably with a witch straddling him, so he could take her for a pleasurable ride. We'll save that for a later date, my pet, he thought wickedly, a leer curving his expressive mouth.
Hermione gasped when he lifted her as though she weighed no more than a small child, and her bum landed on the ice-cold stone of the granite bench. "Lean back and hold on to the lip of the counter," he commanded her gruffly. She complied without thought, feeling fuzzy and languid. The mindlessness of being forcibly controlled was exhilarating. Lucius' handling of her this morning had been jarring, but she found herself craving the violent manner in which he was making her his.
After her slip up a few moments ago, Hermione didn't want to give him any more cause for displeasure. She wanted him to be happy with her – she wanted him to find joy in her. She wanted him to take what he needed, violently if necessary, because his pleasure pleased her above everything else. Satisfying his desires would gratify her own, and she needed him to delight in her. She found the pain arousing; the brutality only heightened her senses. When he hooked each of her legs in the crook of his elbows and thrust back into her so hard that her head crashed into the wall behind her, she barely felt it. Instead, she arched into him, panting like a common street whore. She wanted more, she wanted him to leave marks on her skin. She wanted to look at herself in the mirror later that night and know he had been there. She wanted to know that she had caused this man to take her with such unbridled passion he hadn't been able to think of her comfort at all.
The feel of his cock was jolting as he pounded into her cervix, grazing her g-spot with each scrumptious jerk of his hips. When she came back into focus, it was only to realize she was going to come. "Oh! Sir! I'm going to co-uunngghh!" she screamed. He didn't stop or speak, just continued to hammer through her orgasm. Another thirty seconds of beating a ruthless rhythm caused Lucius to shout his own guttural release. Collapsing against her when the last jet was forcibly jerked from his bullocks, he panted heavily into her neck. She worried for a fleeting moment that the thick, wet locks of her hair would suffocate him.
When that thought dispelled, Hermione found tears of frustration had filled her eyes; which startled her. She didn't want him to be mad and was certain he would be for not asking permission to climax. It had just come upon her so quickly that she hadn't had time to articulate. She bit the inside of her lips; she wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around his shoulders, cling to him, and sob her apologies. Beg for his forgiveness. Her feelings were disoriented. She had made a mistake, though. She would keep her eyes down, her chin firm, and accept whatever punishment he deemed appropriate.
However, when Lucius gently murmured praises in her ear before helping her slide off the bench, she grew confused. The feeling intensified when he pulled her under the hot spray of water and started washing her hair.
She stayed quiet, contemplating how to move forward. "Permission to speak, Master?" she murmured after he had finished rinsing soap out of her tresses.
A small grunt of surprise left him. "Lucius is fine for now, Hermione. Speak freely." She looked up at him through her wet eyelashes, and her befuddlement deepened at his sated, pleased grin. She watched him pour a handful of conditioner into his palm before gesturing her to turn in a circle, so he could work it into her copious curls.
"Aren't you upset with me?" Lucius' hands stilled in her hair before continuing to rub the conditioner into her locks.
"Why ever for?" he questioned, relishing the way she leaned into his hands. She was obviously enjoying the head wash.
"I came without permission." Her voice was flat, and he realized she was disappointed with herself.
"I never told you that you had to ask permission, Hermione." This statement caused her to straighten stiffly.
"What?" She turned in his arms, so she could see his face.
"I never told you that you had to ask permission before coming. If I specifically want you to ask permission, I will tell you so," he replied nonchalantly.
"But…" Hermione trailed off, racking her brain. Yes, Lucius had told her she was not allowed to come on Boxing Day through Friday night. He had told her she was not allowed climax until he gave her permission. Which is why it had been appropriate for her to ask his permission every time she was close Friday night. He was correct though – of course he was correct – he had directed all their sessions, of course he knew the instructions he had given her. He really had never told her she wasn't allowed to come without permission.
Lucius watched her with bemused eyes. She was trying to figure out why she had thought she wasn't allowed to come without permission. The way her eyes clouded with thought and then shifted to acceptance left him knowing she had found her answer. "I see you know I speak the truth."
"Can you please clarify to me verbally what my expectations are regarding climaxing, sir?" Hermione asked very politely.
Lucius shook his head, a half smirk on his face. This girl and her clarifications. "Yes, Hermione. You are allowed to climax any time you wish as long as I have not told you not to. Understood?"
"Understood, sir. Thank you," she responded primly with sparkling eyes and a tiny grin. Then she plucked the shampoo off the built-in shelves and motioned for him to tip his head back. "Your turn."
Dressing up the night before had been divine. Hermione had felt beautiful and no less pampered than a fairy tale princess but slipping on her Muggle jeans and cashmere jumper felt like home. Squeaky clean and sexually sated to the nines, Hermione could not feel any more content than at this moment. As she tied her trainers, she took another glance around her over-the-top suite. Well, over-the-top on her scope of reference anyway. It was probably just another average guest suite in Malfoy Manor.
She shook her head in bewilderment at the riches the Malfoy men had grown up surrounded by. She imagined they felt rather safe and cocooned in this mansion most of their lives. Every whim catered to, and every want provided. It must have been quite disturbing and earth shattering to have that security ripped out from under them when Voldemort lived here. She could only imagine the utter horror of the megalomaniac turning what had been a taken-for-granted safe-haven into their worst nightmare. She began to understand why Draco had become the first Malfoy heir to move out of the Manor.
Hermione stood and took another glance out the balcony door at the expansive grounds. It was simply stunning country out here. Rolling hills topped with snow, forests, and a frozen lake. She assumed her room's view only offered a small part of all that was to be beheld of the Malfoy Estate. She had heard rumors of indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a quidditch field, and a barn full of prized pedigree horses, peacocks, swans, and other animals. Now that she was really getting a look at the grandiosity of it all, she could only imagine the rumors were true. They probably actually fell short of the luxuries and amenities the estate offered.
Her attention was pulled to the door by the loud clearing of a throat. Lucius was standing tall and looking handsome in… What? Muggle jeans? Hermione let out a giggle and reflexively sucked in her bottom lip. Tilting her head, she coquettishly rubbed the dip between her lip and her chin with her forefinger as she took him in with a curious expression. Faded jeans with boots and a heavy black sweater on Lucius Malfoy? Yum!
"I've been standing here for a couple minutes. You seemed to be lost in your thoughts."
Hermione dropped her hand and walked towards him, her eyes still twinkling with mirth from his Muggle attire. "It's easy to get lost in one's thoughts when looking at such beauty."
Lucius cocked an eyebrow, not knowing whether she was describing the landscape or himself. His eyes danced lazily down her petite form. "So true. Why do you think I waited a full two minutes to get your attention? I was lost in my own thoughts in the presence of such beauty."
He reached his hand out to her. "Come, I shall escort you. Breakfast awaits."
Hermione gave him her hand, shaking her head as he tucked it under his arm. "How do you do that? Is there a wizarding charm school I know nothing about? Perhaps for pure-bloods only or something?"
Lucius let out a sigh accompanied by a small flash of perfect teeth as he led them down the steps. "Hmm, charm school. Uh, no. No charm schools, but we did have to suffer through cotillion, which instructed us not only in dancing, but proper etiquette in a myriad of social situations."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course you did." After a few more steps she asked, "And how was cotillion? Was it miserable? Or was it fun? I imagine you had fun flirting with the witches."
Lucius grinned roguishly. "Ahh yes…The witches were…well, let's just say cotillion was about dance lessons on the surface, but on those warm summer nights there were other lessons learned as well." He winked at her playfully. "It was all very innocent, really. A few snogs, a few jealous spats amongst the lads fancying the same witches." Hermione continued to look up at him, willing him to continue.
He didn't seem to mind and kept talking as they walked into one of the smaller rooms she had seen in the Manor. It beheld a glass ceiling, which did not appear charmed, and lots of windows on two of the four walls. Despite the outdoor cold, the room was warm and sun-laden. Assorted plants and trees occupied much of the perimeter of the room yet were placed in such a way as to not block the stunning view of a large field. Horses, most of them white in color except for one smaller brown one, grazed on winter grasses. Hermione's gaze froze when she spotted a miniature white pony grazing amongst the prize worthy stallions. Before she had a chance to enquire about the pony, Lucius guided her to a small table that was set near one of the windows. He pulled out her seat and, after sliding in her chair, took his own.
Noticing her fascination with the room, he intimated, "This is a small cellarium or sun room if you prefer. I sometimes like to break fast out here and take in the sunlight."
Hermione continued to look around. "Yes, I can see why. It's a lovely room."
He followed her gaze around the space. "It was one of Narcissa's favorites. It's not typically used for guests, but I thought you would enjoy sitting out here." Hermione reached out and squeezed his hand, causing the slight melancholic look on his face to fade and a broad smile to replace it. "Ah, but we were discussing cotillion, were we not?"
"Yes, and as I recall you were just getting to the good parts about the mischief you got up to on those warm summer nights."
He gave her a teasing, reproachful look. "You can't trick me that easily, my dear. I seem to recall only admitting to a few innocent snogs and some jealous spats amongst the young wizards."
Hermione shook her head in mock disappointment. "Well, that just sounds terribly dull."
Lucius' eyes twinkled wickedly. "Perhaps there was a little bit of occasional mischief. It can't be avoided if you think about it. Forcing pubescent boys and girls with raging hormones into each other's arms to dance. It's a wonder we didn't get into real trouble."
"Do these cotillion sessions still happen? Did Draco go?"
Bilby appeared with their breakfast and placed plates before them with strawberry covered waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs, and sliced cantaloupe. Lucius waited for Hermione to start eating before he continued.
"Ah, yes…Draco. We did make Draco attend cotillion. It's simply a rite of passage."
Hermione watched Lucius chew and noticed the less than concealed smirk. "What? Did Draco get into trouble? I mean, its Draco! You have to tell me."
Lucius sipped his coffee and chuckled. "Well, there was a reason Draco didn't get the firebolt when it first came out." He started to laugh more heartily. "Now I can laugh at the humor of it. Of course, it was not a laughing matter at the time." Lucius couldn't miss her expectant, impatient expression and deliberately stalled any further explanation for his amusement.
"Well, are you going to tell me? Or will I have to beat it out of Draco?"
Lucius looked at her curiously. "Interesting choice of words, Miss Granger."
Hermione felt herself flush as she realized the implication of what she had said. Her response was adamant. "Uh, no. I'm not in any way interested in that. It's something Muggles say…jokingly."
Lucius swallowed. "If you say so, my dear."
She sipped her coffee. "Well?"
Shaking his head, he finally answered her question. "Well, Draco was always good at Charms." Lucius cut a piece of waffle. "His cotillion instructor, who happened to be my cotillion instructor, as well as my father's before me," he stopped and cocked an eyebrow at her, "so, you can imagine how old she was." He forked the piece of waffle into his mouth to chew and swallow. He then looked at her untouched plate. "Eat, Hermione."
Hermione shook her head slightly, as though suddenly remembering breakfast was in front of her. She hastily took a bite of egg and after swallowing, a bite of bacon. Lucius watched her and then continued after confirming she was in the process of taking a third bite of food. "Well, she wasn't a particularly friendly witch. She was downright miserable and nasty, actually."
Hermione instantly thought of another instructor who was downright miserable and nasty and found herself smiling at the thought of him. Lucius, thinking her smile was for him, continued enthusiastically. "Well, Draco did not like her at all and charmed her feet to make an offensive sound with every step she took. I'll leave it to your imagination the sound he chose." Lucius gave her a knowing look before taking another bite of food.
Hermione shrugged lightly as she forked a piece of fruit. "Well, while disrespectful and certainly worth punishment, it sounds fairly innocuous."
Lucius paused, his egg laden fork halting just before his lips. He did not even try to hide the look of pride in his eyes. "The Charm lasted for six days."
Hermione's jaw fell. "What? Six days! Why? Surely, she didn't wait six days to seek help?!"
Lucius' lips quivered as he tried to suppress a small chuckle. "Well, the poor old thing couldn't hear very well and didn't realize she was making any noise at all. It was several days before anyone realized it was a Charm and had the heart to tell her."
Hermione's hand flew over her mouth. "Oh, Merlin. So, she walked around, unaware, and others assumed she was actually…"
Lucius chewed and swallowed. "She had to go to St. Mungo's to have it removed. The Charm was so sophisticated and thorough, it took three healers to figure out how to remove it."
Hermione stared wide eyed as Lucius continued to eat. "So, if she couldn't hear, and it was several days before it was determined to be a Charm, how was Draco implicated?"
Lucius sipped his coffee. "Well, actually, Ms. Sputtergrout never did find out it was Draco. An owl was sent out to all the parents as it was assumed it might have been done by a student. The minute the owl arrived I knew Draco was guilty."
Hermione gave a him a confused and slightly accusatory stare. "Now why in the world did you immediately assume it had been your son's doing?"
Lucius sipped his coffee. "He had performed the same Charm on all the house elves one day the summer before."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "All of them? At the same time?"
Lucius smiled as he nodded.
"How did the house elves get rid of the Charm?"
Lucius shrugged. "The house elves fixed it with the snap of a finger. The only reason they didn't fix it right away was because the little brat forbade them. Narcissa had been out for the day and I had been at work. The poor devils padded around the Manor all day with little claps of intestinal thunder sounding out with each step."
Hermione and Lucius exchanged knowing looks and fell into riotous laughter.
Their laughter was interrupted by the approach of Bilby with a silver tray carrying an owl post. Lucius took the post off the tray. "Thank you, Bilby."
The little elf disappeared with a loud pop.
"Ah well, interesting the house elves knew how to get rid of what took three healers at St. Mungo's to figure out. They are truly amazing beings."
"Quite right," he answered distractedly. He stared at the letter for a moment before handing it to her. "For you, my dear. Ironically, from Draco."
Hermione took the letter, her expression displaying the surprise at having received an owl at the Manor. "Hmm, I wonder what this is about?" She tore it open and smiled. "Ah, that's right. We are to have lunch together this week, I had forgotten. He is suggesting tomorrow." Hermione folded and tucked the post in her pocket. "I'll respond to him when I get home."
"You are welcome to respond from the Manor. We have several owls at your disposal."
"You are too kind, as always, Lucius. Thank you. I'll quill my response after breakfast and send it."
Lucius looked down at her hardly touched breakfast. "Please eat, Hermione. You must be hungry." Hermione picked up her fork and began to eat as instructed.
Lucius summoned the Daily Prophet which had been left for his perusal on a small side board between two of the windows. He scanned the front page, occasionally peering over the lip of the paper to confirm she was still eating.
Hermione ate quietly as she pondered lunch with Draco. Odd that he had asked her, but she found she was looking forward to it. She had grown quite fond of the ferret. Another loud pop of Apparition caught both hers and Lucius' attention. Bilby, once again, approached with the same small silver tray bestowing another owl post.
"What's this?" Lucius mused. "It's a holiday. What are all these posts about?" Hermione was only half paying attention. She had just swallowed the last mouth-watering bite of waffle when Lucius spoke. "It seems, Miss Granger, you are quite popular this morning."
Confusion marred her expression as Lucius handed her another letter. She felt warmth creep up her body as she recognized her name written in the all too familiar, spiky script of her former Potions professor. Trying to maintain a semblance of control, despite the nervous tremor that was wreaking havoc inside her, she daintily took the post from Lucius' elegant hand.
She felt his intense stare as her shaky fingers opened the note.
Miss Granger,
It would be my pleasure to take you to dinner Thursday evening, should you be available. Kindly respond via owl post and, should you accept, I will forward further details.
It was lovely to see you last evening. I trust you are continuing to enjoy the New Year's Holiday.
Fondly,
Severus Snape
Hermione let out a slow breath as she folded the post, carefully tucking it into her pocket alongside Draco's. She looked up at Lucius to find his expression somewhat flat as though he were daydreaming while he looked at her.
She spoke softly as she explained what she hadn't had a chance to tell him. "Last night Severus asked me to dinner for this week. I wasn't expecting to hear from him so soon."
Lucius tried to make his smile natural and honest, willing himself to be happy for her and his friend. "I am glad, Hermione. Perhaps now the two of you can actually talk and get past the miscommunication that has plagued you."
Hermione nodded and let out a deep breath. "Yes, I hope so. I feel…I feel rather nervous."
Lucius reached out and reassuringly took her hand. "Try not to be. I'm sure it will go well." His look became more Dominant to match his stern words. "Remember, though, nothing sexual without coming to me first. You are mine; do not forget it."
"Of course, Master. I think Severus and I will be taking things very slow from here on out." She looked up at him earnestly. "I would not enter into a sexual relationship without your consent while I am your contracted submissive."
"I'm glad you understand. If things progress, you must be honest and come to me. Your happiness is very important to me, but so is your mental and physical welfare. I will not pry into your relationship, but nor will I sit back and allow him or anyone else to hurt you. You are mine to protect and to look after and I fully intend to do so." Releasing her hand, he pushed back from the table. "As we seem to be finished with breakfast, you must excuse me to my study, for despite it being a holiday, I find my work is never done."
He stepped around to her chair and held out his hand. Placing her small hand in his, she stood as he remarked, "You are more than welcome to explore the Manor. The Library is quite large and well stocked with many centuries worth of knowledge."
"Thank you, Lucius, but I should get home. I have things to do as well. I would love a rain check on the library, though."
"Of course, my dear."
Lucius led her back up the stairs, neither one speaking yet both fully aware of the change in formality of their conversation. Hermione felt a ping of loss for the laid back, playful Lucius of only moments earlier, but found she also appreciated the support and focus of his Dominant nature.
They entered her room and he led her to the desk, motioning towards the variety of stationery, quills, and ink. "After you have written your post replies, call for Tinny. She will see to it that they are dispatched promptly."
Unable to stop herself, Hermione threw her arms around Lucius' waist and hugged him tightly. After a brief pause, she closed her eyes in confused relief as his strong arms wrapped around her in return. Her words were whispered and heartfelt. "Thank you, Lucius. For everything." She looked up at him to find his steel grey eyes on hers.
She felt warmth move through her when his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed slightly. The casual ease from earlier re-emerged, as he gave her a small grin. "It's my privilege, Doll. You are most welcome. Come see me in the study when you are ready to depart."
Lucius closed the door to her room and descended quickly down the stairs to his study. He immediately crossed to the sideboard and poured himself a whiskey. He was not one to drink this early, but he was on edge. He had needed to get away from her so that he could reground himself. Snape was wasting no time, although Lucius had expected nothing less at this point.
He stalked to his desk and collapsed into his chair. He spoke softly to himself. "No more, Lucius. No more nights like last night. No more sharing her bed. It was too…too intimate. Too perfect." Sipping his drink, he continued to lecture himself internally. You're to be a good friend and a good Dominant. Nothing more, old man. You are not her lover. You'll need to look somewhere else for that.
His musings were interrupted by her arrival, and he forced a small smile at her before stepping around his desk. Hermione spotted the glass of whiskey and felt a shiver of concern. It was awfully early for alcohol. Not saying anything, and pretending not to notice, she gazed warmly at him in return.
"Thank you again, Lucius. It was the most amazing night of my life."
He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. "It was my pleasure and I had a wonderful time as well. However, we fall back into the real world now, correct?"
Hermione glanced up at him, noticing a formal look about him. She stepped back. "Yes, Master."
Lucius walked her towards the foyer and summoned her cloak. Placing it around her shoulders he commanded, "Wednesday evening at The Dungeon. Eight o'clock. Do not be late. Eat dinner before you arrive. No panty hose, a dress or skirt is acceptable."
Hermione kept her gaze down. "Yes, Master."
"Do not forget your required journal entries for yesterday and be on the lookout for further instruction via your journal later today."
"Yes, Master."
"Any questions before I send you home?"
"No, Master."
"Very well, a kiss then." He tilted her chin up and gave her a short but soft kiss on the lips before walking her to the floo. "I have added your flat to my floo network. I will see you on Wednesday, Doll." He held the jar of floo powder out for her and watched as she dutifully took a handful and stepped into floo, calling out her destination. With a flash of green, she was gone.
Hermione landed in her floo and stepped out, her mind whirling with the brevity and formality of their goodbye. She felt a pang of confusion as she pondered how he could go from warm and flirtatious to formal and slightly distant so quickly. After a moment's consideration, she realized what a truly busy man he was. Certainly, his mind had begun to swim with thoughts of work and responsibilities. She could completely relate. If she hadn't been off today, and the rest of the week, she would have left hours earlier.
Finding herself alone for the first time in almost twenty-four hours, her thoughts quickly drifted to the wizard in black. A small squeal escaped her lips as she let herself fully appreciate she had a date with Severus Snape in three days! Escaping into her room, she opened her closet door wondering what in the word she would wear.
Monday January 1st
2:21PM
Dear Miss Granger,
First, my dear, I wish to thank you for an extraordinary weekend. You were absolutely divine – a dream come true. Your assignments, as briefly discussed, are below.
1. Reflect on the two D/s scenes we have done thus far. Tell me what you liked or didn't like. Have any of your limits changed? I wish to see this entry by Thursday evening at the latest.
2. Since you are my sexual submissive, and not my 24/7 submissive, I will not control your orgasms outside of our sessions. We have already discussed the protocol I wish to use for future sessions. This being said, I wish to know when you pleasure yourself, pet. Please describe them in your journal when you find time. I'd like you to note when you have orgasmed and explain how you made yourself come.
That aside, I encourage you to save your pleasure for me, my pet. You'll find your orgasms more intense and gratifying if you are not consistently taking care of yourself.
I will see you Weds and Friday at the club, please arrive no later than 8PM. As I said before, you must eat a full dinner before attending. We will discuss Sunday dinner plans Friday.
Yours,
Master
Monday January 1st
8:04 PM
Master,
Our first two D/s scenes were utter perfection for me. I would change nothing. Nothing outside of my punishment, that is. However, I understand why I was punished and feel the punishment was swiftly dealt with and fair. My favorite aspects were being physically restrained, having you take my mouth forcefully, and the playful spanking Friday night while I was in the strappado position.
I am also very much enjoying the new knowledge and experiences. Learning positions and things I can do to please you – as well as the ball gag, blindfold, spreader bar (among other implements), and being suspended from your gorgeous chandelier – have all been exhilarating experiences. You have no idea how much your wisdom and expertise has already increased my confidence and self-awareness.
My limits have not currently changed, but I would definitely increase my rating on "dirty talk" from a 2 to a 5. It certainly added a dynamic that I was not expecting in the least.
Your skills with suspension have left me feeling exceptionally safe with the practice, and I am eager to try more.
I have to say, even though I feel embarrassed by it, that I am eager to move forward with anal play and anal sex. It's something I have fantasized about for many, many years. I know you will set our pace, and I am perfectly accepting of that. I just want you to understand my enthusiasm.
I have read and understand your instruction on orgasming between sessions. I will try to refrain from masturbation because I know this will please you. Pleasing you is my greatest wish in our encounters.
Sunday:
You were with me for all meals outside of what I had written in my journal before coming to the Manor Sunday afternoon.
Monday:
Sleep: I honestly don't know what time we went to bed last night, I was so blissed out. Plus, we were up for at least – an hour? Longer? in the middle of the night. I'm positive I didn't get enough sleep last night, but I took the initiative and napped this afternoon.
Brunch: With you.
Snack: Bowl of frosted flakes, milk, grapes.
Nap: 2:00-4:00PM
Dinner: Peanut butter and jelly sandwich (this is a personal weakness of mine, you will most likely see it on my menu at least once per week), cottage cheese, grapes, small side salad.
Exercise: Copious amounts of stellar sex.
Yours,
Doll
Hermione arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early and was surprised to find Draco already there waiting for her. She walked over to him, a warm smile on her face to greet his matching one. He stood when she reached the table and pulled her into a hug.
"Beaves! So glad you could make it," he teased.
"Wouldn't dream of missing a lunch date with you, ferret."
Hermione took the seat Draco pulled out for her, internally musing over his good manners...just like his father.
"I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of Cabernet and an appetizer."
"Sounds good," she replied as she pulled off her gloves and stuffed them into her purse. "I'll confess, I was surprised by your invitation but pleased by it all the same."
Draco shrugged. "I decided it was time to start getting to know each other outside of the club and I'm glad you agreed. It seems as though we are destined to be friends given our mutual proclivities and…your relationship with my father." Hermione met his eyes and did not miss the searching look he was bestowing her.
"What?"
"What?" he mirrored back, an innocent look on his face. Too innocent in Hermione's opinion. It was an expression she'd seen on Ron's face many times at Hogwarts.
She gave him a stern look. "Don't play innocent with me, Draco Malfoy. You have something on your mind. Spit it out."
He leaned back and smirked. "Merlin, I love it when you get all bossy." He shook his head lightly and whispered resignedly, "Such a waste."
Hermione chuckled, "Come on, Draco. Spill the beans."
He sat up straight and asked in all seriousness. "Fine. What are your intentions towards my father?"
Hermione's jaw fell in utter bewilderment. Of all the questions he could have asked, this was not one she had anticipated. "My intentions towards your father?"
"Don't play dumb, Granger. It doesn't suit you. Answer the question."
"I would happily answer it if I understood the context of the question, Draco! What is this all about?"
The waiter approached with the bottle of wine and two glasses. Draco waved him away. "I'll open it. Leave us, please."
Hermione shook her head, perplexed by Draco's behavior. "Well, that was rude! What's wrong, Draco?"
Draco had already opened the bottle and was in the process of swirling, sniffing, and tasting. With a small nod to himself, he filled up her glass and then his own. He let out a heavy sigh of frustration and studied her. "I see how my father looks at you, Granger. I know him; he's falling for you…hard. I don't want to see him get hurt."
Trying to ease his mind, Hermione reached across the table and took his hand. Her eyes met his and her sincerity was undeniable. "Draco, I care very much for your father." He watched her for a few seconds before dropping his gaze in acceptance. She gave his hand a soft squeeze and then released it to pick up her glass and take a large swallow. As she put down the wine, she whispered to herself, but loud enough that Draco heard, "Perhaps more than is appropriate given our understanding." Draco looked back at her. "How could I not, Draco? Lucius is the best of men. I hope to always be friends with him – the best of friends if I'm lucky."
Draco sipped his wine, his brow furrowed with obvious concern. "Friends, huh? Well, I can tell you my father is well past simply wanting to be your friend."
Hermione leaned back in her chair. "Draco, your father has made no indication or said a word about wanting anything more than my friendship and my submission. He has both. Don't you think he would tell me if he felt or wanted more than that?"
Draco was quiet for a minute, simply watching her. "Yes," he agreed finally.
"Don't you think he is the kind of man who would go after what he wanted without hesitation?"
"Yes, Granger, he would but – "
She broke him off. "Well, he has intimated nothing of the sort. And I'll let you in on something else, your father is supporting me in the handling of the porcupine that is Severus Snape."
Draco's eyes grew slightly wider. "So, there is something between you and Snape. Not that it wasn't obvious something was stirring between you two. Despite being fully clothed, you may as well have been fucking on the dance floor for all the pheromones you two were putting off the other night. My father couldn't keep his eyes off the two of you." He paused and let out a slow breath while dropping his eyes to the table top. "If you could have seen his face maybe you would understand." He raised his eyes to hers again; the searching look had returned.
Hermione smiled at him indulgently, willing him to understand what was a simple truth in her mind. "Draco, he was watching me because he's fiercely protective of me." She stopped, not sure she wanted to tell him the next part. She bit her lip and sighed. "Snape…Snape and I…we had a bad scene back before the holidays. He hurt me, not as much physically as he did emotionally. Your father – he took care of me afterwards. He doesn't want me to be hurt by Snape again."
For a moment, she was startled to see the shocked look on Draco's face. She hastened to clarify. "But you see, it was all a misunderstanding. Snape and I…we struggle with communicating and Lucius has been helping us work through that." Unable to contain her smile, she added, "Snape and I have a date this week because of your father's help."
Draco stared at her, a touch of disbelief now etched on the planes of his face. "You mean to tell me that my father is helping you and Snape – what? – date?"
Hermione shrugged. "Well, yeah. Maybe… I mean we haven't gone out yet and it could all be for nothing. There is something incendiary between Snape and I, though, and with your father's help and permission, we are going to try to figure it out."
Draco let out a sigh and sipped his wine, the tension visibly easing out of him. "Wow, I didn't know about any of that." He watched her as she picked up her own glass. "You know, Granger, my father and Snape…they're pretty close. It's possible he has feelings for you and is putting them aside because he knows you like Snape. He would do just about anything for Snape. Just be on guard, okay? I really don't want to see him hurt."
Hermione felt affection swell within her for Draco. The way he loved his father was beyond touching. She spoke softly and reassuringly. "You are a wonderful son, Draco, and a good man. I wouldn't hurt Lucius for the world, he's come to mean a great deal to me and I adore him. However, I really don't think he harbors anything more than concern and friendship for me."
After a moment of thought, Draco conceded. "All right, I'll trust you to be a better judge than me on this particular point, Granger. But just so you know, I don't think he could take another heartbreak. My mother's death just about killed him." Draco stood up unexpectedly. "Need the loo. I'll be right back."
As Hermione sat alone, she felt a disquiet growing within herself. She thought back to the night before last and the way Lucius had looked at her after his dream. The passion between them… the tenderness…the lovemaking. Because it had been lovemaking. Yes, between friends, she told herself convincingly, between friends.
A moment later Draco was back at the table and their appetizer followed close behind. After the waiter set down the plate, he asked if they were ready to order. Hermione shrugged apologetically, and Draco informed her resolutely, "There's really no need to look at the menu, Doll. Trust me, you want the lobster risotto. It's outstanding."
Hermione shrugged and smiled. "Sounds good to me. I guess we'll both have the lobster risotto."
"Certainly, Madam."
Hermione picked up her glass and sipped as Draco served up their appetizer. Remembering the last time she had seen him, Hermione couldn't contain the giggle that overcame her. He looked at her expectantly. "What's so damn funny, Granger?"
"Just thinking about the vision of you, bent over the love seat, green tights around your thighs as your adorable bum was being swatted by a very sexy cat's tail. It was a sight to behold."
He wagged his brow. "Adorable, huh?"
"Unfortunately, I only saw it in passing; your father refused to stay and watch."
Draco gestured for her to eat. "That's because we don't really…watch each other…if you know what I mean. I mean, we're totally comfortable seeing each other at the club, but I have no interest in watching him have sex or anything. I've only observed him do instructional demo's. He never stops to watch me when I sub and we never scene together. That would be…no thank you. He's my dad, you know? He did watch me spank a submissive once, only because I asked for his guidance. For the most part, though, we give each other space and just do our own thing."
Hermione looked down, about to cut into her appetizer when she froze. "Umm, Draco... what is this?"
He looked at her like she had just asked what a wand was. "It's Ahi Tuna. What do you think it is?"
"It looks like raw meat."
Draco rolled his eyes, "That's because it is raw meat. But it's seared deliciously on the edges. Try it, you'll like it. It's very tender and flavorful."
Hermione put down her fork, "You know what, I'll just wait for the risotto. I don't want to fill up on raw tuna when I have a delicious cooked meal heading my way."
"C'mon, Granger. You could at least taste it. You might like it."
"No thank you. Not interested."
Draco smiled playfully. "Some Gryffindor you are. Wait 'til I tell father."
"I'm sure your father could care less about whether or not I partake in raw shark bait."
He took a bite of the tuna and closed his eyes, chewing slowly with a look of sheer bliss.
Hermione shook her head. "So, I take it your night ended well then? On New Year's?"
Draco shrugged as he took another bite. "It was good, I guess. Nothing earth shattering."
She suddenly perked up. "Oh! Did you find out who the new Dominatrix is?"
After an exaggerated roll of his eyes, he shook his head in denial, his mouth too full to speak. A few chews later, he swallowed. "No, and Snape and father are being completely unreasonable. They won't tell me anything useful. Well, except she's unattached and she's bi."
"Well, that's a start." Watching Draco eat she recalled the conversation she and Lucius had about Draco on New Year's Day. "So, your Dad told me some interesting stories about you."
Draco looked up and his mouth froze mid chew. "Oh yeah? Like what?" he asked before swallowing, once again reminding her of Ron.
She smirked. "Well, who knew you were so good at charms? Poor Ms. Sputtergrout."
Draco had swallowed and grinned as he sipped his wine. "Ah, yes…that was a favorite charm from my youth. She was the most miserable, god-awful teacher." He shook his head in bewilderment as he stabbed another piece of tuna. "She couldn't hear the music! How can a woman who can't hear teach dance? She was constantly off beat. I got tired of her correcting me and telling me I was wrong footed and not following the music. She was the worst." He paused to eat the forkful of tuna before swallowing and continuing, shaking his fork at her in the process. "No one would listen to me when I complained. She was old and cranky, and I think the owner of the cotillion was actually scared of her." He shrugged. "So, to prove my point that she couldn't hear, I put the charm on her feet."
Hermione chuckled. "Actually, Draco. I think it's pretty clever – crude – but clever."
"Wow, a compliment from Hermione Granger! Wonders never cease." He watched her curiously for a moment. A grin crept over his face. "What a few months, eh?" He seemed to contemplate her for moment before asking with apparent genuine interest. "So, how's it going? Your training. Do you think this is a passing interest? Or is this something for the long term? Submission, I mean."
Hermione let out a quick, mirthless laugh. "Draco, I can't explain it. I feel like a puzzle piece that has been missing my entire adult life has been found. I'm so…happy. I'm enjoying my work more, I'm sleeping better, I'm having the best sex of my life. It's… amazing."
Draco smirked. "Yeah, you're like me then. This is a way of life for me now. I just wish I could find the right witch. I'm ready for a more committed arrangement." His voice softened a touch and a slight vulnerability shadowing his words. "This is new for me, feeling this way. Until recently, I was perfectly happy playing with a different witch every weekend and switching to a Top as needed. Now I really just want to sub, and I want to find the right woman to sub for."
He paused and sipped his wine. "What about you? You're going to sub for my father and date Snape? How's that supposed to work?"
Hermione shrugged. "Honestly, Draco, I'm not really sure. Like I said, it's just a date. It might lead to nothing. I'm certainly not going to have sex with him as I'm contracted with your father." After a moment, she decided to open up a bit more to her unexpected friend. "You know, Draco, I'm like you. I find myself wanting to be in a committed relationship. I would like to get married and lay the foundation to start a family. I'm ready for that next step in life."
Draco's eyes shot up quickly, his surprise not concealed. "How does that play into your desire to be submissive? Somehow, I don't see you being happy as a twenty-four/seven sub. Or, maybe you would be? There's certainly nothing wrong with that, Granger."
Gracing him with one of his own signature smirks, she cocked an eyebrow. "Uh, no. I'm definitively not looking for a twenty-four/seven Master, but I know that I love being sexually submissive."
Draco shrugged. "Well, on the flip side, some marry vanilla and then come to the club to satisfy that urge. Have you thought about what you really want or how you would want it to work?"
"I guess in an ideal world, I'd marry a man who's intelligent and holds interests in a vast array of topics. I need to be intellectually stimulated or I'll become bored. I'd like him to have a warm heart and a sense of humor, and yes…I'd like him to be sexually Dominant. At the end of the day, after my responsibilities are tended to, I want him to take control."
A pained look came over Draco's face. "Damn, Granger. You're describing exactly what I'm looking for. Why the hell aren't you a Top?"
Hermione chuckled. "Why the hell aren't you?" she countered.
After taking another bite of tuna, Draco answered her. "I've tried it. It's fun and I get off on it, but only occasionally. Surrendering myself to a beautiful woman who demands my obedience, though?" He loosened his collar and gave her a sexy, lopsided grin. "There's nothing that turns me on more." After another sip of wine, he gave her a look of warning. "I have to ask, though, based on what you just said are you sure you aren't wasting your time with Snape? I don't really see him being…domestic."
Polishing off her glass of wine, she contemplated her answer. "I guess I'll find out. The truth is, I know Snape and I have sexual chemistry, but that's all I know. This is why I'm so curious about him. Maybe there's more? I don't know. All I can say is – believe me – I have every intention of finding out what he is seeking in life. Does he want a family…? That is something I'll be asking him on Thursday."
Draco cocked a brow. "You're braver than I, Granger. I can only imagine the look he'll give you when you ask him that question. He's likely to spank you for your audacity!" Hermione laughed.
"I'm serious, Granger," he continued, "he's my Godfather and I've spent a lot of time with him, especially since Mother…" He looked down and let out a slow breath. When he looked back up his eyes had a touch of moisture. "Since she's been gone, Snape comes around a lot. He joins us for most holidays. Despite that, and despite the fact that we are friends, he's never spoken about anything that personal."
Hermione shrugged. "Well, I'll regret it and always wonder 'what if' if I don't explore the possibility with him. I have to ask the question because if his vision for his future is bachelorhood and revolving submissives? Then I'll know he isn't someone I should get emotionally involved with. I'll be able to put him behind me and move on."
"And if that happens? What about my Father? Any chance you could see yourself having a future with him?"
Hermione smiled. "I would be a lucky witch to end up with someone even close to the intelligence, warmth, and perfect Dominance of Lucius Malfoy. I've told you already, though, he doesn't feel that way about me. And that's okay! I love being his friend." She wagged her eyebrows and grinned. "His friend whom he ball-gags, blindfolds, and suspends from the ballroom chandelier so he can have his wicked way with her."
The look of shock on Draco's face caused her to burst into a fit of giggles. "He suspended you from the chandelier? Which ballroom?" He quickly shook his head and waved her off. "Never mind, I don't want to know. I'm sorry, but it's just a bit weird seeing you with my dad. I mean your screwing my father in all kinds of depraved and dirty ways, Granger!"
Hermione laughed. "I can't deny it...and I can't deny I'm loving every minute of it."
He made a face of disgust. "Yeah, let's talk about something else."
Just then the waiter approached and set their dinner plates in front of them. Hermione took a deep whiff and grinned appreciatively. "It smells delicious!"
They picked up their forks and began to eat. It tasted as good as it smelled and after a few bites, she sipped her refilled wine glass. She watched the blond sitting across from her as he ate. "So, the other morning I saw some horses at the Manor. One of them was an adorable miniature white pony. What's the story?"
A childlike smile crept over his face. "That's Mony."
"Mony?"
"Well, he was given to me when I was three and I had a hard time saying pony, so I called him Mony. It just…stuck and he's been Mony ever since."
"He's adorable."
"I love that little guy. When I turned five, I started sneaking out to the barn and I would fall asleep in his stall. Bilby got tired of constantly having to bring me back every night so he Apparated Mony to my room and made a little stall for him next to my bed."
Hermione watched him for a minute, waiting for the punch line. "Seriously? You had a horse stall…in your bedroom?"
Draco shrugged. "Bilby magicked it away every morning when Mony was Apparated back to the barn."
Hermione shook her head in amazement. "And how long did this last?"
Draco chuckled. "Bilby kept it up until I was about fourteen."
"What?!"
"He's so small and the big horses chased him off sometimes. He was my friend and he was lonely. When I was at Hogwarts I used to worry about him…you know, not having me to look out for him."
"So, what? When you were fourteen, Bilby just stopped?"
"Well, that was when mother found out about it. She told Bilby not to do it anymore."
Hermione stared slack jawed. The more she got to know this man, the less he was like the monster she had imagined him to be all those years at Hogwarts. "Well, that must have been upsetting for you."
Draco nodded. "Yeah, I pretty much started sleeping in the barn again most nights when I was home. Then when I got my Apparating license I simply brought him to my room myself."
Hermione started to laugh. "You're taking the Mickey, aren't you?"
"No, I'm serious."
"When did you stop?"
Draco shrugged and whispered. "He was at my flat two nights ago."
That evening Hermione found her mind wandering as she set about completing the household chores she had neglected over the past several days. As she gathered up her dirty clothes, she thought back on her lunch with Draco. She and Draco were on their way to becoming good friends. It was an unexpected yet a very pleasant turn of events in her life.
As she thought back on their conversation she gave consideration to Draco's concern about Lucius. While she still stood by every word she said to Draco, she had to admit the thought that Lucius was developing stronger feelings for her did not entirely sit poorly. She could not deny she and Lucius got on very well. If it wasn't for Severus Snape, and the distraction he was providing, who knows how Hermione would feel about Lucius. He epitomized exactly what she was looking for in a wizard.
As she continued to ponder the 'buts' and 'what ifs', she thought back on Draco. If, somehow, the stars aligned in such a way that she found herself involved romantically with Lucius, Hermione had to wonder how that would affect her friendship with her old nemesis.
She couldn't help but smile as she thought about their lunch. Of course, she relished their easy banter as well as his humor, but he also had a quick mind and held a vast array of interests. She appreciated his forth rightfulness as well as his affection and unwavering loyalty for his father. It was a refreshing friendship. Not to think down on her friends of the last two decades, for she fiercely loved Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Luna with all her heart. However, Draco's sharp wit, intelligence, and shared interest in D/s, had provided a different caliber of conversation that Hermione really enjoyed. It also helped that when she was around him, occasional bouts of jealousy did not plague her. Draco was at the exact same place in life that she was – ready and waiting for the perfect someone to come into his life so he could fall in love, marry, and start a family.
She felt on an equal playing field with the man. Not to mention they had an integral part of their make up in common – both being sexually submissive. She knew she could ask Draco real questions and he would know what she was referring to and help her figure out her confusions or hesitancies. Of course, it also helped that they both agreed that an actual romantic relationship between the two of them would be a hellacious idea. The fact they had already established and agreed to that critical point took the pressure of the "Maybe we should try and date?" debate off the table. It meant that they could be comfortable with each other and know that the other wasn't interested in a romantic relationship even if there was good sexual chemistry.
But the question was, if she were to one day date Lucius, how would that impact her friendship with the younger Malfoy? While she didn't think Draco would mind if she were in a "real" relationship with Lucius (instead of just a D/s relationship). There was the worry, though, that that if things didn't work out with Lucius, she and Draco would have a hard time staying friends. Hermione found she wanted Draco as a friend and she felt she needed to be cautious with Lucius or she might complicate that hopeful connection.
She finished organizing the laundry and made her way to her bedroom. She needed to complete her journal entry for the night before she washed for bed. She had a good fiction book she wanted to get back to and knew if she didn't finish it before her vacation was over, it would sit on her nightstand for months.

Her thoughts drifted from Draco back to Lucius, and she felt a warm, tingly glow creep from her gut throughout her body all the way down to her toes. She couldn't help the small grin that grew to a wide, toothy smile on her face as she thought of him. She easily recognized her increasing dependence on him and their developing friendship. The dreaded thought of dating him only to break up, and consequentially lose his friendship, left a hollow in her heart she could feel even now – at just the mere thought of it. He meant far too much to her to let that happen. She internally laughed, It's a good thing Draco is wrong then. If Draco were correct? If she were to find out that Lucius harbored such feelings for her? That would be hard to resist, but what choice would she have? She would do nothing that would put their friendship at risk. She sighed and sat down at her desk, wetting her quill.
Lucius felt his ring heat as he sat in front of the fire, his elbow propped on the arm rest and a glass of rich merlot in his hand. Good girl, he thought with a fond smile. Then it slipped as he remembered he was supposed to be distancing himself. He sighed and set his forehead against the cool glass. After a brief moment, he downed the last swallow in one gulp and pushed himself to stand.
He settled into his desk chair and pulled out his journal, his eyes falling on her loopy, elegant script.

Tuesday January 2nd
10:52 PM
Master,
Sleep: 11:30PM – 8:45AM
Breakfast: Oatmeal, banana, orange juice.
Exercise: Five-mile outdoor run.
Snack: Celery and peanut butter.
Lunch: Lobster Risotto, two glasses cabernet. Your SON tried to get me to eat raw tuna. I will not eat raw fish. Just a heads up when you're planning Sunday dinners.
Dinner: Bag of kettle corn – no judging. I was still full from lunch.
I missed seeing you today, sir. I'm looking forward to tomorrow evening.
Yours,
Doll
Lucius let out a slow, deep breath as he read the last three lines over and over again. I missed seeing you today. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Yours, Doll. He placed both elbows on his desk and uncharacteristically rested his eyes into the heels of his palms. Merlin, what have I gotten myself into?
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission