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Rules and Regulations	By : tsorg Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 26009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Lucius tightened his arms around her, preventing her from leaving his lap. He gently pressed his lips to the top of her head. 'How quickly she tries to wrest control,' he thought. �I want a kiss, and then I�ll let you leave my classroom.�

�That�s all?� she asked suspiciously.

His eyes narrowed, and he stroked his fingers along her side finding the underside of her breast. His thumb rubbed her nipple, making it pebble.

�Maybe I should ask for more?� he murmured against her ear. The heat of his breath against her ear shot a quiver of excitement through her.

She pressed her hand over his, trying to push his hand away from her breast with no success. She could feel desire tighten within her and cursed her attraction to this man, given who he was and what he�d just done to her.

�Kiss me,� he said.

With an aggrieved sigh, she tilted her head up to him, closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

He smirked then bent his head to brush her lips teasingly, deepening the kiss by opening her lips with his own, coaxing her into responding. Under his slow assault, her mouth softened. He invaded her mouth, claiming possession. Her fingers tightened around his hand, so he tightened his fingers around her breast. She let out a small gasp.
Heat seared a path from her breasts to her very wet sex when he sucked her tongue into his mouth. He felt her undulate her hips against his hard thighs. He wrapped his arm around her waist and used his hand to spread her thighs then moved his fingers until they came to where she ached the most. She was so hot and wet his finger invaded her easily, instantly saturated by her slick, heated desire.

Hermione pulled away from the kiss, shocked by the unbelievable pleasure that shot through her. Lucius moved his finger lazily, stroking in and out of her. She whimpered in protest when that single digit withdrew. But he had paused only to add a second, sinking both deeply inside her. He went slowly at first, letting her get used to the feel of his fingers deep within her, stretching her. He wanted to make her writhe.

She moved her hips trying to ride his hand, becoming desperate to appease her burning desire. Using his thumb, he stroked her tender little clit, watching her face as she moved closer to orgasm. His fingers continued to thrust in and out until her body began to arch, and she began to shudder from the force of her orgasm. Lucius continued to stroke her, refusing to let her go until he had wrung every ounce of pleasure from her body.

She came down from her orgasm slowly leaving her as limp as a rag doll upon his knee.

�My, what a greedy girl, greedy little girl,� Lucius� mouth brushed hot against her throat. He slowly helped her to stand on her feet then brought his hand to her lips and whispered, �Lick.�

Dazed and barely comprehending what he said, she did, tasting the musky, salty-sweet taste of herself as it lingered on her tongue.

"Good girl," he murmured and went about straightening her clothing. He pulled up her knickers then set her dress and robes back to rights.

He was so hard he hurt. He was used to being unable to satiate his desires, his control remarkable after having spent twenty months in Azkaban and even more remarkable after leaving Azkaban. Lucius was not welcomed home with open arms after being released from incarceration. Narcissa felt her social standing had taken a devastating blow because she was now married to a convicted felon. He�d expected a marital celebration when he had arrived home but instead found all of his belongings moved to another wing of Malfoy Manor.

After months of being unable to break through her icy demeanor, Lucius suggested they separate. Narcissa could take the chateau in France. After all, it had always been her favorite home of the many they had shared over the twenty some odd years of their marriage.

It was painful at first but they eventually came to an understanding. Not wanting to hurt her further, he had forgone his usual sexual proclivities. However, Lucius was a man of significant sexual appetites; he waited the appropriate amount of time after the death of his marriage before venturing out.

He was careful, very careful. Few people knew of his penchant for BDSM, with a particular emphasis on D/s. As a former Death Eater and now Hogwarts professor, he couldn�t very well risk the exposure. Besides someone of his stature, infamous or not, didn�t openly engage in such activities.

He hadn�t found himself this hard since he was a teenager, and of all people to fire his blood, it was this little slip of a miss, the little Muggleborn. His imagination had already placed her in his bed, her cunt open to his tongue, his fingers, and then his cock. He would enjoy taking her over and over until her screams of ecstasy left her limp on his bed, where he would rouse her again and again to take his pleasure.

Seeing the dazed look upon her face, he leaned down and brushed another kiss over her mouth. �Come along, little one, I�ll see you to the door.�

He gently guided her towards the door running his hand down to her bottom. He squeezed each sweet, plump, swollen cheek in turn, remembering the darkened rosy hue of her flesh that had made her bottom glow. Hermione gasped then caught her breath, chewing on her lower lip as he led her to the door.

�Since you apologized so sweetly.� He held out her wand then tucked it into the pocket of her robes.
Dazedly, she watched him, her hair half tumbling out of the bun, causing tendrils of curls to frame her small face. �How interesting,� he thought, taking in her disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, he hadn�t really noticed before just how lovely she was given her penchant for hiding her appearance. He was intrigued and wanted more. He pulled her to him squeezing her bottom once again.

�Pain is a sensation very close to excitement, they walk along the very same edge at times,� he whispered, still stroking her bottom, enjoying her confusion as her soreness twisted into an erotic sensation he could sense by her heightened flush and quickened breath. Her desire once again was rising and her back stiffened, she tried to move away.

�I�ve given you a small taste of darker pleasures to be had. Should you desire to learn more about such excitements, come to my private quarters tonight at nine o�clock.� His voice was low, raspy and sensual; a promise of what more could come.

He opened the door, gently pushed her through it, and closed it behind her.

Sweet Gaia, what the Hell had just happened?

Hermione made her way to her rooms not quite remembering how she had gotten to them. She closed and locked the door, pressing her back against the door until her bottom made contact with the hard wood. �OW!� She couldn�t help the audible yelp that escaped her lips.

�That bloody well hurt,� she thought as she cupped her bottom and made her way towards a floor length mirror.

Not surprisingly, she looked as if she were in shock. She winced as she looked in the mirror and saw a short, pudgy girl, with crazy curly brown hair and a pale complexion. What could he possibly see that she did not as she looked critically at her reflection. Not analyzing her next action she kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her robes; looking hard at her body as she removed each layer of clothing.

She turned around slowly to look at her bruised bottom, the stripes from the belt standing out against her pale skin. She would not be sitting comfortably, for quite a while. She tried to work herself up into anger and couldn�t manage it. Instead, she touched the welts gently, almost reverently, and felt desire begin to well anew within her.

What the fuck was going on with her? Since when did she enjoy being beaten? She thought of how he had completely dominated both the situation and her, and watched her nipples harden further in the mirror. Never in her wildest dreams could she have ever imagined having any inclinations towards submission. She�d never desired to yield to anyone before and now she wanted to desperately submit to Lucius Malfoy, of all people.

The question was did she dare?

Nine o�clock in the evening found her standing directly before his private rooms.

She had spent hours writing a list of all the pros and cons of such a decision. Her cons far outweighed her pros, but regardless, here she now stood. She raised her hand and knocked on the door before her courage failed her. The door opened and she stepped into his room.

He wasn�t sure she would come to him but here she was standing before him. He saw in her face a compelling mixture of desire, fear, and determination. Although he�d hoped, he hadn�t really expected her to come to him. It was ironic that she and he, together, would hold chemistry so fierce it was as if pouring alcohol on a fire.

Now, here she was; innocent to what he offered, so clearly scared of her desires but she had the guts to go after what she wanted and explore her newly discovered desires further. He found that admirable. He gently pulled her further into his room.

�I�m pleased you came, pet.�

She shrugged, feeling gawky and inept. Seeing her uncertainty, he took her hand and pulled her down onto a large leather couch situated in front of a massive stone fireplace.

�You look lovely, my dear.� He turned towards her , pushing her against the back of the couch. He slowly trailed his fingers down her throat, across her breasts, her tummy. The heat fired by his touch flowed through her like a current. She moved uncomfortably when his hand settled on, what she thought of as, her pudgy hip. She squirmed a little hoping to dislodge his hand.

�Is it my touch you hope to dislodge?" he asked, holding her gaze with his own as his hand stroked then massaged her hip.

�No, it�s not you, it�s me.� She squirmed uncomfortably, so aware of his urbane sophistication. She felt like a country bumpkin.
His hand moved up to cup her breast, and he smiled as the weight settled into his palm. He slid her skirt up, and his fingers wrapped around her thigh, moving upward until she squeaked and closed her legs against him.

He smiled and said gently, � Hush, I like curves, I love softness.� He ran his fingers up her thigh again and once more she closed her legs to him.

He sighed and elegantly lounged back against the couch and said, �I think tonight we�ll work on your obedience. You must learn to obey your master, and I, my dear, am your master this evening."

Hermione�s eyes widened and she gulped noticeably. He gave a soft chuckle.

�Stand up and take off your clothes,� he ordered, his voice low and husky.

Hermione hesitated, her bottom had been bared to this man earlier today but the prospect of having to shed her clothing and be nude in front of him intimidated her to no end. �I don�t think I can,� she whispered.

�You can and you will, my girl.� He gently prodded her from the couch until she stood before him.

Hermione�s hands shook as she unbuttoned her blouse and slid it from her shoulders. Stiff with disbelief of her own actions, she cringed thinking of what she exposed to his very experienced eye.

�Look at me,� he commanded.

He leaned back against the couch, the epitome of masculine beauty with his platinum hair cascading over his shoulders. He wore a black silk shirt and fine black woolen trousers. The top three buttons of his shirt undone, giving her a view of the hard planes of his chest. Hermione blushed furiously as she bared her breasts to him with her nipples stiffening under his unwavering stare. She looked up slowly and met his eyes once again.

�Now, remove your skirt.� She bowed her head once more and began to ease the skirt down over her hips when Lucius pressed a hand to her hip. �Look at me,� he demanded.
�I can't.�

�First lesson, pet, you do what I ask because it pleases me when you acquiesce. You do not owe me your obedience only when it is comfortable and convenient for you. You owe it because I give you my attention and my time. It is my right, as your master and I will have it from you. So, look at me.�

She made herself meet his grey eyes, expecting the ice she usually saw in them and instead, found them filled with heat and smoke. Hermione trembled, feeling vulnerable under his avid gaze.

�Now,� he said again. �Remove your skirt.�

All too soon, the thin fabric fluttered to the floor and all too soon Hermione stood before him nude as the day she was born. He said nothing only gazed upon her for a long time. He slowly reached out for her, tracing the bare line of her hip then stroked his fingers down the inside of her thigh.

�Come closer,� he coaxed.

She eased in between his thighs, her body quivering at both his nearness and her mounting desire. He leaned in and brushed his lips to the soft valley between her breasts then down her tummy dipping his tongue into her navel moving down further until his teeth grazed gently against her mons and she grasped his shoulders moaning softly.

�Give me your hands,� he said thickly.

She placed her small hands into his and he stood up and pulled her into his bedroom. He moved her to stand by the side of the bed and sat down.

Her breath came out in a hard gasp. She stiffened and cautiously asked, �Are you going to spank me again?�

He smiled and pulled her closer to him. �No, little one.� He reached up and stroked his hands over the soft globes of her bottom. �You were punished this afternoon, tonight is about pleasure, yours and mine.�

She relaxed slightly.

�If you become too frightened or are somehow in pain, your safe word is �rules.� If you use that word, everything stops. Do you understand?� he asked softly, running his hands along her arms.

He was giving her an out if needed it; she relaxed further then locked gazes with him and nodded her head.
�Good girl.�

Again, she felt inordinately happy to have pleased him.

�Up on the bed, now,� he said, his voice deep, smooth.

He pushed her ahead of him until she reached the middle of the bed then he rolled her onto her back. The way he handled and moved her so easily, shocked her, she felt small and delicate in his arms. He straddled her, his knees brushing against her hips. She stared up at him. His jaw was strong and his firm lips curved in a small smirk. His eyes never leaving hers, he picked up her hand and lifted it up above her head towards the head of the bed. He wrapped a soft leather strap around it then wrapped her other wrist in leather. She yielded to the restraints but her body tensed in anticipation.

She watched him as he stood up from the bed and began to remove his clothing. Oh, he was beautiful without clothing just as she�d imagined he would be; his skin a golden hue, his body tight and leanly muscled. Her eyes dropped lower and she flushed. His erection was huge, thick, hard and jutted towards her, both a threat and a promise.

Following her gaze, he glanced down. �As you can see, pet, I�m looking forward to burying myself in your sweet cunt, so I can feel you pulse and squeeze around me.�
Hermione�s eyes widened and her pupils dilated as desire trickled in between her legs at the thought of him entering her, stretching her. She definitely wanted him to bury himself deep within her.
Lucius climbed onto the bed, he grasped Hermione�s thighs and pushed them wide apart as he climbed in between them. In one single powerful thrust, her body sheathed him, wrapping around him tightly. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against her temple, groaning as the slick heat closed and pulsed around him. It had been far too long since he had felt this, if he didn�t slow things down, it would be over sooner than he�d like. She was so hot and wet. He drew back and thrust himself in again moving his hands to clasp her bruised bottom. Pain burned and pleasure flared within her as every nerve ending seemed to throb with each forceful lunge of his body.

Her sex contracted around him and he leaned down to suck on one pebbled nipple then the other, playing with each taut bud until he could feel her body responding, undulating with need, wanting more. Then he gave her more. He tilted her hips forward, and adjusted his movements so each stroke, each delicious slide into her body, brushed against her enflamed clit. Soon, she was trembling under him, moaning low and deep as her passion continued to climb.

He stiffened getting close to his release and slipped his hand in between her legs, his fingers seeking then stroking her swollen clit. Hermione came completely undone, drowning in the sensations that coursed through her body as she felt herself fly into oblivion. As she cried out, he released his passion deep within her.

He lay quietly against her for a moment, his weight feeling solid but somehow right as he pressed against her. Lucius waved his hand and her hands were released. She slid her hands up his back then down his arms to rest on his biceps. He rolled her to the side of him then pushed himself back inside her, savoring the small aftershocks of her orgasm. Affection filled him; he couldn�t remember when he�d enjoyed sex more or when he�d been so attracted to a woman.

Content to hold her close against him, he felt her body snuggle against him, her bottom cradled tightly against his groin. He wrapped her more closely to him and let Morpheus take them.

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Oh my, I love your reviews, thank you so much for taking the time to write them! It�s great to get your response to the story!

BeaBibliophile: She was very naughty, breaking into a classroom and then swearing at him like that. Lucius doesn't have a whole lot of patience for that, hence the actions he took. But he really enjoyed the outcome as did Hermione!

Liagiba84: Hey Toots! You are certainly good for my ego! Thank you for putting my story in your favorites folder!

margaritama: And, you know he would pull you to the front of line without you even having to ask, dear one! He oozes control doesn't he? You were such a HUGE help with this story, Margarita, I had such a hard time with it!

Lady Serpentina: Yup, I meant it to be abrupt and unexpected. This was a gift fic that I wrote and I was following the prompt I was given and read a lot of the recipient's work and story's she liked before I wrote the story.

LunarEclipse: Thank you, I'm so glad you are enjoying the story!

Scary Bear Hair: Hey Hun! Lucius totally set her up and knew she was going to take the bait! It's funny that you said he was like a spider because when I was going over Chapter 2, the phrase, "Said the spider to the fly." kept swirling around in my head! You know he was completely enjoying her angst, anger, humiliation, etc... when he had her trapped under his desk. Thank you, thank you, thank you for reviewing!!!!!! I'm thrilled you love my kinky stories!

PixieStick: BDSM and spanking aren't everyone's kink that's why I put it in the warnings.

leValkyrie: If you liked Chapter 2, let me know how you liked this chapter!!!!

CoCo.M: Hello CoCo! The story is fully written, I submitted it in for a lumione gift exchange. I'm posting once a week.

Chapter 2: I'm so glad you liked it...****grins a little wickedly******* I'll admit I gasped a little bit when I wrote it. Lucius is such deviant but an elegant deviant!
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