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‘You will be coming with me on Saturday night,’ Lucius told Julia as they sat having lunch at a table, provided by the ever obliging house-elves, in the formal knot garden.
‘Will I?’ Julia asked interestedly. A shiver of anticipation ran through her. This was the first time in the eleven months they had been married that she had been anywhere with her husband. In fact, it was the first time she had been outside Malfoy Manor to anywhere other than St Mungo’s or Diagon Alley. ‘Where are we going?’
‘A friend of mine is having a party and I’d like you to be there,’ Lucius replied, his tone telling her that he didn’t expect her to argue with him. ‘I assume you do have something suitable to wear?’
‘It depends on what the dress code is,’ Julia said. ‘As long as it’s not ball gowns I should be all right.’ She chuckled, although she noticed Lucius didn’t join in.
‘It will be evening dress so I suggest you go to Madam Malkin’s and get her to fit you with something suitable. Tell her it’s for the Nott Masque,’ Lucius replied, his voice still serious.
‘This party,’ Julia asked worriedly, ‘is it all Death Eaters . . . sorry, I mean Pure-bloods?’
Lucius looked at her sharply for a moment. ‘A majority of the guests will be Pure-blood,’ he said stiffly, ‘although, of course, there will be other guests in our situation and they will be bringing their partners along.’
Julia nodded but she didn’t seem happy.
‘What’s the matter?’ Lucius asked. ‘I thought you’d be pleased to go out, to finally meet my friends.’
‘I’m nervous,’ Julia admitted. ‘I hate meeting new people.’
Lucius laughed loudly. ‘Ah, my brave little Gryffindor,’ he said sarcastically. ‘How on earth did you ever get sorted into that House?’
‘Slytherin was full,’ Julia said jokingly, but she went silent as Lucius turned on her in anger.
‘Don’t you dare associate yourself with Slytherin,’ he hissed, his voice quiet but deadly. ‘You would never be good enough to be put into that prestigious House.’
‘Sorry,’ Julia said meekly trying not to smart from the criticism. ‘I was only joking.’
There was painful silence.
After a few more minutes had passed she asked, ‘Are you sure you want me to go to the party with you?’
Lucius looked at her for a couple of seconds as if debating. Finally, he nodded his head curtly. ‘Yes, Julia, you will attend. My son is going to be there and I want you to meet him.’
‘Oh good, no pressure, then,’ Julia replied. Now she was even more worried.

Julia was almost shaking as she put the finishing touches to her outfit. She was nervous about attending a party full of Muggle-hating Pure-bloods, most of whom had been Death Eaters she was sure, and even more nervous about meeting Lucius’ son Draco. But right now she was terrified that Lucius wouldn’t be happy with her outfit, knowing what a snob he was.
She desperately wanted to look nice so he could be proud of her — she felt ‘desired her’ would be out of the question this evening with all those other Pure-bloods around. But she was hoping that if she looked good it would follow that she would feel good, and that, at least, would help her to relax a little during what she was sure was going to be a long and difficult evening.
Lucius had told her to buy whatever she needed, regardless of cost, and she had done just that. At first, feeling guilty about the huge amount of money she had spent, she decided it was worth it when she saw herself in the mirror. The dress was a fitted purple, shimmer-silk halter-neck with a plunging neckline flaring out into a long handkerchief hem. This had been teamed with high-heeled diamante sandals and matching chandelier earrings.
Her usually somewhat boring straight hair had been teased into a sleek French plait through which strands of diamante had been woven. Her makeup was sultry with dark smoky eyes and rosebud pink lips, with nails to match. She took a final appraising look in the mirror then picked up the small purple and diamante handbag, putting a quick charm on it to enable her to put her wand inside along with a number of other essentials. Picking up a silver shawl from the bed, she made her way down to the drawing room where she had arranged to meet her husband.
Lucius was immaculately dressed in black tie, his lustrous blond hair tied back in a queue with a black velvet ribbon. Her heart melted at the sight of him and arousal flared immediately. He looked absolutely gorgeous dressed like that.
‘Look at you,’ he said quietly as Julia entered the room.
‘Do I look all right?’ she asked anxiously. Suddenly it was really important that Lucius gave his approval of the outfit.
For a moment Lucius didn’t reply but then he said quietly, ‘Oh, no . . . not all right.’
Julia felt her heart sink unhappily, she had really thought she had done a good job on the outfit. But then Lucius rushed towards her, grabbing hold of her hands and kissing them.
‘You look so much better than all right, Julia, you look absolutely fantastic . . . astonishingly beautiful. You’ll be the most attractive woman there by miles.’ Lucius’ smile was so wide now that Julia couldn’t help but join in. He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. ‘Good job,’ he whispered.
‘Thank you,’ she whispered back in reply.

The party was masquerade themed and Julia and Lucius had been given masks to wear as they entered the house. She had chosen a classic silver Venetian mask with cerise feathers that went fairly well with her outfit, Lucius had chosen a black velvet eye mask. For some reason Julia found it very alluring and kept finding herself gazing at him, having to work hard to tear her eyes away from her handsome husband. The mask on top of her outfit had given her a little confidence and she tried to relax as he led her into the party.
Immediately, they were surrounded by people all wanting to talk to Lucius and many wanting to meet Julia. She began to feel a little overwhelmed at the attention, her head spinning from the number of people she had been introduced to. Lucius got them each a glass of champagne and led her through the crowds of people to where a tall man wearing a mask similar to Lucius’ held court amongst a group of admirers, much as Lucius had done when they arrived. Surely this had to be Draco. Lucius gave Julia her glass of champagne, then pushed forward to greet his son.
‘Draco, it’s good to see you,’ he said sincerely, hugging his son happily. The man responded in a similar manner. ‘When can we take these blasted masks off?’ Lucius continued. ‘They’re a pain in the arse. Trust old Nott to choose them.’
‘Let’s go outside,’ Draco said. ‘I’m sure we can safely remove them out there, even if only for a few minutes.’
The group headed for the door to the terrace and soon settled outside. The masks were removed by almost all the partygoers as soon as they were out the door. Julia saw that Draco was as tall as his father and looked very much like him, albeit with short hair rather than long. Surely this must have been how Lucius himself had looked twenty-five years before. Draco had a pleasant, friendly, open smile and instantly held his hand out to Julia as Lucius introduced her.
‘It’s good to finally meet you, Julia. I’m so glad my father got paired with someone nearer his own age,’ he confided candidly after the hand-shaking had ended. ‘We were all taking the piss out of him, telling him he was going to get saddled with some stupid eighteen-year-old who would bleed him dry and try to kill him off with sex. Of course, when we didn’t get to see you, we were sure he had and was just pretending to everyone that you were older. I can see why he’s been keeping you well hidden, though.’ He smiled again.
‘Can you? Why?’ Julia asked worriedly.
Laughing loudly, Draco said, ‘Because he didn’t want all his mates letching over you, of course. I bet there are a fair few blokes in there who would quite happily kill him right now to get their hands on you, especially when you see the dogs they’ve been saddled with. I bet he’s glad you’re wearing a mask tonight.’
Julia laughed but a small ripple of fear ran through her. Surely Draco was joking, wasn’t he? No one was going to try to kill Lucius. She would need to keep an eye out just to be on the safe side, though. After all, they still had another thirteen months before the “death charm” was removed. She didn’t want to end up losing her life because of some mad Death Eater. And if she was honest, she didn’t really want to lose Lucius, either.
‘And I thought it was because he was embarrassed about being bonded to me,’ Julia said, trying to keep her voice light.
‘Hardly!’ Draco snorted. ‘All we’ve heard for months now is how wonderful you are. And I’ll admit he certainly seems happy.’
‘Do you think so?’ Julia asked, suddenly warm inside from the knowledge that Lucius had been telling people she was wonderful. She really hoped he meant it and that it hadn’t just been an attempt to make his friends and family think he was better off than he really was.
Draco shrugged. ‘It’s hard to tell with him sometimes, I know, as he’s always so guarded about everything, but he’s the happiest I’ve seen him in years and he’s calmed right down. I don’t know what you’ve done to him but my father’s a changed man.’ He gave her that friendly smile again. ‘Here, let me introduce you to the rest of my group. You’ll be waiting all night for my father to do it.’
Taking her arm he led her over to where his friends were chatting and began the introductions.

Julia was having a good evening. She had spent most of it talking to Draco and his friends, who had commandeered several bottles of champagne which they had brought with them to the terrace, whilst Lucius had gone back to the party to talk to his own friends, apparently happy to leave her outside rather than have her with him. She had met and had a long talk with Draco’s fiancée, a pretty girl with long, fiery red hair by the name of Ginny who had turned out to be the sister of Ron Weasley.
But now she’d had enough of the party and the incessant chatter and really wanted to go home. Putting her mask back on, just to be on the safe side, she wandered into the house to find Lucius. She soon found him chatting to a group of men at the edge of the dance floor. They all seemed to be talking loudly over each other, none of them really listening to what any of the others were saying.
She touched Lucius’ arm lightly. ‘Will you dance with me?’ Julia asked quietly.
Lucius grinned and nodded, and having given his excuses to the group he took her in his arms and moved her across the floor.
‘Thank you for saving me,’ he said gratefully. ‘They can be a bit much sometimes. Did you have a good time? I saw you talking to Draco and Ginny.’
‘Yes, it was interesting. They’re both very nice and make a lovely couple. Actually, I’ve had a really good evening.’ Julia snuggled closer to him, rubbing her body quite provocatively against his. ‘But I’d quite like to go home soon, if that’s possible.’
‘Really, you’ve had enough?’ Lucius’ voice was sympathetic. His head was resting against hers, lips brushing gently over her hair.
‘Mmmm, yes. I’ve had enough champagne and there’s been a lot of talk.’ Julia wrapped her arms around his neck.
‘We should stay a little longer, really,’ Lucius said, although he didn’t sound any more eager than she.
‘That’s a shame,’ Julia replied, her whisper seductive. ‘I thought you might want to see my new underwear.’ She pulled back to wink at him.
‘New underwear, you say?’ Lucius replied, sounding more interested now.
‘Yes. Very new and very sexy,’ she confirmed.
‘Did you spend a lot of money when you went shopping?’ Lucius asked her.
A little surprised at the question after Lucius had told her to spend as much as she wanted, Julia felt a small knot form in her stomach. Had she spent too much? She had definitely spent a lot.
‘Yes, lots. I’m really sorry.’ Julia looked upset.
Lucius squeezed her tightly. ‘I’m sure it was worth it,’ he replied, ‘although I may have to punish you for spending so much. Do you think your new underwear suitable for being spanked in?’
Julia’s heart beat faster. Lucius wanted to spank her? This was something new and she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it. But this wasn’t the time to show fear or to ruin Lucius’ obviously good mood by being prissy and she was very much enjoying the way he was currently holding and talking to her.
She appeared to think about it for a moment then answered cheekily, ‘I’m not really sure. I expect so, although I think you’ll need to check for yourself to make certain . . . to be honest, I’m not really up on spanking attire.’
‘Oh, I will definitely be checking, I can assure you of that, Julia. In fact, I shall take charge of that just as soon as we get home,’ Lucius promised smoothly, his voice making her shiver. Then he pulled her into a brief kiss. ‘Which should be in about five minutes,’ he confirmed after the kiss finished. ‘Now, let’s go.’
Once they had said the obligatory farewells they Apparated straight into Lucius’ office. Julia was a little surprised by this. Of all the places she might have expected to be taken, the office certainly wasn’t the obvious choice. She dropped her shawl and bag on a chair and reached up to untie her mask, adding it to the pile. Lucius went to remove his mask but she reached out to stop him.
‘Not yet,’ she whispered. ‘I think that makes you look even sexier. You look very mysterious like that.’
Lucius smirked as he pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately.
‘So, do you want to see my underwear?’ Julia asked teasingly as she pulled away from him after several long minutes of kissing.
‘Of course I do,’ Lucius said. ‘Do you want a drink?’
‘Yes, please.’
Lucius crossed the room, opening a cabinet and removing a bottle and two glasses. Taking them back to the desk he poured them both a drink, handing one of the glasses to Julia before taking a sip of his own. Leaning back easily against the desk, he pulled off the mask, discarding it carelessly on the table.
‘Take your dress off, Julia,’ he ordered.
Smiling, Julia put the glass down on the desk then reached up to undo the halter neck of her dress. It fell, revealing a plunging lilac strapless bra with slightly darker purple satin flowers across the top. She wiggled her hips and the silky dress slid to the floor, leaving her in tiny matching knickers and suspender belt with sheer flesh-coloured stockings. Lucius’ look told her everything she needed to know about what he thought of the new underwear and she walked seductively towards him to pick up her glass and take a sip of her drink before ducking back out of his reach.
‘So? What do you think?’
Lucius continued looking at her for a moment. ‘You’re right, it is very sexy. Turn round, please.’
Julia slowly turned around, stood there for a few seconds, feeling a little self-conscious, then turned back again.
‘Definitely very spankable,’ Lucius confirmed. His voice was rich and seductive. ‘Now tell me, madam, did you spend a lot of money when you went shopping?’
Julia nodded.
‘I can’t hear you,’ Lucius snapped, his voice harder and sharper suddenly.
Julia looked surprised at his tone and flushed with instant embarrassment. The knot was suddenly back in her stomach. ‘Yes, Lucius, I spent a lot of money . . . I’m sorry.’
Lucius chuckled warmly. ‘I’m sure you are, wife.’ He took another sip of his drink as he continued to gaze at her. ‘So, let’s see just how much you spent, shall we?’
Julia looked really uncomfortable now. Apart from Lucius’ intense look, which was so much more intrusive than she had envisioned it being when she had imagined flirting with him over her underwear, she had never in her life spent anywhere near as much money as she had on the outfit she had worn this evening and she hadn’t expected to have to admit just how much she had paid for it.
‘What’s the matter, don’t you want to tell me?’ Lucius asked. Julia shook her head, looking worried. ‘I’m sure it can’t have been that much, Julia,’ Lucius said with another chuckle. ‘You never spend any money.’
‘I did this time,’ Julia admitted. ‘I spent loads of it. I’m really sorry, Lucius.’
Lucius looked amused. ‘Stop apologising and tell me how much you spent.’ He took another sip of his drink. ‘How much was the dress?’
‘Three hundred and fifty Galleons.’ Julia whispered the price, almost shocked herself at how much it had cost.
Lucius laughed. ‘I do know what Madam Malkin charges for decent dress robes, you know. I used to have to buy them regularly for Narcissa, remember. Believe me, three hundred and fifty Galleons is nothing. It’s a snip. Anyway, it was worth every Knut. You looked absolutely stunning in it.’
Julia smiled at the compliment. Perhaps she would enjoy this game after all if Lucius wasn’t angry at the price of the dress.
‘And tell me about the shoes.’
‘They cost one hundred and fifty Galleons.’ Julia’s voice was quiet as she said it and she winced internally at the extravagant cost of the shoes that she probably wasn’t going to get much use out of. She picked up her glass and took a calming sip of the drink.
Lucius took another sip of his drink, too, as he looked at the shoes appraisingly for a moment then smirked. ‘They’ll sparkle well when your legs are wrapped around my neck,’ he said wickedly, ‘so they’re definitely worth the money. What about the accessories?’
Julia shrugged as she admitted, ‘I think they cost about two hundred and fifty Galleons.’
‘Well, they’re pretty and add to the look — so, essential, I expect. These things usually are, or so Narcissa always said.’ He looked at her more salaciously now. ‘And now on to that delicious underwear.’
‘That cost just over fifty Galleons,’ Julia told him.
‘And worth every Sickle,’ Lucius told her approvingly, ‘especially the stockings, they really are incredibly sexy. Perhaps I should make you wear stockings all the time . . . although then I’d be permanently hard and I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.’ He laughed. ‘Come here, wife, I want to kiss you.’ He opened his arms for her.
Julia walked into them, squealing as he grabbed her bottom and his mouth found hers.
‘So you spent about eight hundred Galleons in total,’ Lucius said, sounding stern, when they had finished kissing.
Julia nodded, looking worried again. It sounded so much when it was all put together like that.
‘Definitely money well spent,’ Lucius whispered approvingly. ‘However, I am still going to have to punish you.’ He grinned.
‘Why?’ Julia asked, sounding confused.
‘Because you look too damn sexy in that underwear,’ Lucius admitted.
‘You’re not going to hurt me, are you?’ Julia asked anxiously.
‘Have you never been spanked before?’ Lucius asked. Without waiting for a response he added, ‘No, that figures. Your boyfriend wasn’t exactly the adventurous type, was he?’
He took her glass and placed it with his on the far end of the desk with the bottle.
‘I want you to bend over the desk,’ he said, his voice a dark whisper. His finger stroked slowly down her spine. ‘Trust me, Julia, I promise I won’t hurt you.’
Julia nodded and bent over the desk with her forearms resting on it, her bottom suddenly feeling very exposed. The tiny g-string knickers didn’t cover anything. Lucius made a quiet strangled moaning sound and his hand ran down the crack of her buttocks, tracing the line of the g string.
‘Time to lose this, I think,’ he said quietly and pulled the minuscule item down, then released it to drop around Julia’s ankles. He walked to the side of her, turning her face to look at him. ‘Are you all right?’ Lucius asked her gently.
‘Yes,’ Julia replied, although she didn’t sound too confident.
‘The intention is not to hurt you,’ Lucius told her matter-of-factly. ‘The idea is to have a bit of fun that gives us both some pleasure. If you don’t like it, tell me and I’ll stop immediately. If you don’t tell me, I won’t know you don’t like it. I am not a mind reader, Julia. And whatever happens, please don’t suffer it because you think I’m enjoying it. For this to work, we both have to like it. Do you understand?’
Julia nodded.
‘Say it,’ Lucius commanded.
‘Yes, Lucius, I’ll tell you if I don’t like it.’ Julia felt a little stupid saying it out loud but didn’t dare go against him in case his mood changed.
He smiled and bent to kiss her briefly on the lips. ‘Now relax. It’ll sting a little, but it should be bearable.’
He disappeared from her view and Julia waited, tensing, although she tried not to. She couldn’t believe that she was really letting Lucius do this to her. She had never been into pain and she had never considered being hit as being sexy. Still nothing happened and she began to relax.
Whack.
Julia gasped as Lucius’ palm connected with her left cheek, a stinging slap that made a huge noise. She bit her bottom lip as she felt tears form in her eyes and her heart skipped a beat. Fuck, that hurt! But it hadn’t really. Oh, yes, it stung, but the noise and shock of it happening had been far worse than the pain that wasn’t really pain. Lucius’ hand rubbed gently over her bottom, soothing the stinging skin. Now, that did feel good. She could stand the spanking if he was going to do that afterwards every time.
‘Are you all right?’ Lucius asked, checking once more. He wasn’t convinced Julia would tell him to stop and he didn’t want to get this wrong when everything was going so well between them.
‘Yes,’ Julia answered, her voice sounding stronger than before the ordeal started.
Lucius smiled as he continued soothing her bottom.
Whack.
His hand landed on her right cheek, causing her to gasp louder. That one seemed to hurt more, but it still wasn’t unbearable. Again came the soothing rubbing, followed by another hit, then more soothing. With each slap Julia’s mewls grew louder, although she wasn’t sure if the cries were of pain or something else. She had just realised that she was aroused, very aroused. Her nipples were stiff and she knew she was wet — almost molten, in fact — and desperate for Lucius’ touch.
‘More,’ she whispered.
Lucius smiled. ‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’
‘Yes,’ Julia cried honestly.
His hand slid between her legs, finding her soaking slit, and she moaned as he pushed two fingers inside her.
‘You are so wet,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘Being spanked obviously really turns you on.’
His fingers withdrew and his hand caressed her bottom again before landing with a thwack on her cheek. When he had finally hit each cheek five times he stopped, his hand stroking slowly and gently over the bright red flesh as he admired the wonderful sight before him. Who would have guessed that his wife would be so amenable to something as enjoyable as spanking. He was beginning to realise he had got lucky when he married Julia, and not just because of her age. His hands were still caressing her bottom as he pressed against her, rubbing his erection against her soft skin and hearing her small gasp of desire.
‘I want to make love to you,’ he whispered in her ear.
‘I want you, too,’ Julia told him, her voice breathy with desire.
‘Not a contract thing,’ Lucius clarified, wanting her to know how he felt. ‘I want this because right at this moment I want you more than any woman alive.’
Julia sighed happily.
Lucius moved back a little to free his cock from the constraints of his trousers, definitely too tight with the erection Julia had given him. He rubbed it against her tight, wet slit, enjoying the feeling of her warm and swollen lips sucking him in.
‘Fuck me . . . please, Lucius,’ Julia begged.
With a groan of desire in response, Lucius pushed into her, enjoying her cry of pleasure as he slid deep inside her. This position was so good for deep penetration. Slowly he moved in and out, Julia giving a small cry with every thrust. She felt so damn good and he couldn’t help but get faster, undoing her bra before his hands slid round to find her breasts, her nipples so hard they were like small pebbles. His mouth found her neck, kissing, biting and licking as he continued to plunge deep inside her. Julia’s cries were growing louder, her muscles contracting as she climaxed. Lucius was enjoying it but he wanted more from her and he didn’t want to come just yet. He froze, holding her tight, waiting until Julia’s orgasm had subsided; then he withdrew.
Julia looked over her shoulder at him worriedly. ‘What’s the matter?’ she asked.
Lucius smiled and ran his finger down Julia’s spine, making her shiver. ‘Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart, but I haven’t finished with you.’ He kissed her neck once more. ‘I’m just not ready to come yet.’
His hand drifted down again and a finger slid into her wetness before moving up to press at her tightest hole. Julia gasped.
‘Relax, darling,’ Lucius crooned. ‘I’m not going to hurt you.’
He smiled again as Julia took him at his word, relaxing and allowing him to penetrate her further, a second finger eventually joining the first as he whispered his desire in her ear. Soon she was pushing against him, small mewls of enjoyment escaping her lips.
‘I want to be inside you,’ Lucius said excitedly. ‘Will you let me? I promise I won’t hurt you.’
Julia nodded. She couldn’t explain how she felt, but this was nothing like she had ever experienced before and she didn’t want it to stop yet.
‘Yes,’ she whispered, her voice soft as a summer breeze.
Then his fingers were gone and Julia heard him muttering, some sort of spell or incantation, she assumed. Another moment and his cock was there, pushing slowly at the tightness. She gasped.
‘Does it hurt?’ Lucius’ voice was soothing and concerned.
‘No,’ Julia admitted. ‘It feels unusual, but not painful.’
‘If you want me to stop I will,’ he told her.
‘Not yet,’ she replied, moaning again as he slid deeper inside her.
‘Gods, you feel so good,’ Lucius whispered, ‘so tight.’
His hands grabbed her hips as he pushed deeper, trying to keep it slow and measured. This felt so good and he didn’t want to hurt Julia by going too fast. Slowly he moved, the thrusts getting deeper and harder as her cries indicated her pleasure at what they were doing. His mouth clamped down on her shoulder, marking her as his, making her cry out anew. But eventually, the sensation became overwhelming for her and she begged him to stop.
As Lucius had promised he immediately pulled out of her, turning her round, his hands lifting under her bottom to place her on the edge of the desk, and after a few seconds rest during which he performed a small and unobstrusive cleaning charm, he pulled her onto his cock, his hands running through her hair, pulling it from the plait, his mouth finding hers, hard and conquering.
‘I’m sorry,’ she whimpered.
‘Shhh, sweetheart, don’t you apologise,’ Lucius told her gently as his hand stroked her face. ‘Never apologise to me for this. I told you we both have to enjoy it. Anyway, why would I waste my time on something you’re not keen on when I can get so much more pleasure from this?’
His lips found hers again as he pushed deep inside her sex, both of them crying out with excitement this time as he brought her to orgasm once more, his own following hers in a heartbeat.
‘We should go to bed,’ Lucius told Julia when they had finally calmed enough to talk.
Julia nodded, her head already resting on his chest. He picked her up from the desk, holding her tenderly.
‘No, Lucius, I’m naked,’ she said worriedly as he left the office carrying her.
‘I know,’ he said salaciously, ‘and very beautiful you are, too.’
‘What if someone sees us?’
Lucius laughed. ‘Who’s going to see us, Julia, the house-elves? They’re in bed. This is our house, remember, we can do what we want.’
He kissed her again and carried her upstairs.
‘Where are we going?’ she asked in confusion as he took the other corridor from hers, stopping outside a large door.
‘My bedroom. I think it’s time you finally got to see it.’
‘Your bedroom.’ Julia’s voice was soft and full of pleasure as she smiled at her husband, a small tingle of excitement running through her.
‘Welcome to my bedroom, Mrs Malfoy,’ Lucius said as he laid his wife gently on the bed.
Julia sat up and looked around her. ‘It’s beautiful,’ she said. ‘It’s very you, Lucius.’
Lucius smiled, looking pleased with her compliment. ‘You like it?’
‘Oh yes, very much.’ She ran her hand down the thick coverlet on the bed. ‘It’s very Slytherin.’ She looked at her shoulder. ‘What’s that?’ She pointed to a large purple mark that had taken up residence.
‘It looks like a love bite to me. I guess I got a bit carried away,’ Lucius admitted. He didn’t look at all guilty at having done it.
Julia laughed. ‘No low necks for me for a few days, then. My mother would be horrified if she could see that!’
Lucius stroked her shoulder. ‘Well, I like it. It tells everyone you belong to me.’
‘Perhaps I should give you one, too,’ Julia said daringly. She was unbuttoning his shirt now, having realised that Lucius was still fully dressed while she was just about naked.
‘If you want,’ Lucius told her with a smile. ‘Where are you going to put it?’
She pulled the shirt off looking at him carefully. ‘It doesn’t really matter, does it? Wherever I put it it’s not going to show once you’ve got your shirt on.’
‘I’ll know it’s there, though,’ Lucius said.
‘True, but that’s not quite the same, is it? Anyway, I think they’re one of those spur of the moment things.’
‘Oh, I don’t know,’ Lucius said playfully. He pushed her down beneath him, his mouth capturing her left breast just above her nipple. He sucked hard and a small dark bruise appeared on her skin.
‘Ouch! Stop it,’ Julia said, hitting him.
Lucius laughed. ‘Now I know that didn’t hurt.’ He grinned salaciously. ‘Shall I cover you with love bites?’
‘No! Stop it, Lucius. I don’t want any more.’ Julia was trying not to laugh as she fought him off, thoroughly enjoying the easy atmosphere between them.
Lucius grinned. ‘I’m just making sure that no one else touches you,’ he said playfully. ‘How about one on your bottom?’
‘No! Who’s going to touch me, Lucius? I never see anyone but you.’
‘That’s not the point.’ His hand stroked her face, his thumb running gently around her lips.
‘Well, I think these mysterious men, whoever they are, will get the hint, so you can stop now,’ she said, trying to sound stern but failing, her hands moving down to undo his trousers.
‘You can give me one down there if you like,’ Lucius told her. He grinned wickedly.
‘No chance. I’m not going anywhere near that,’ Julia said with a laugh, although her hand ran over and squeezed his cock, making him moan.
‘Do you want me to beg you?’ Lucius asked.
‘No. Why would you beg me?’ Julia replied, sounding surprised.
‘Because I want your mouth on me, Julia. I want you to suck me.’
‘I had other plans,’ Julia whispered as she played with his cock, feeling it stiffen, spreading the precum over the tip.
‘Really?’ Lucius’ voice was gruff and hopeful.
‘Really.’ Julia pushed him down, kissing him as she impaled herself on his hardness, stopping any chance of dissent, moaning loudly with desire as she did so.
‘Oh, yes!’ Lucius moaned, his hands moving to squeeze her breasts as Julia rode him hard, crying out every time she pulled him inside her. ‘Oh gods, you’re going to make me come again.’
‘Good, that’s the idea!’
She bent forward to kiss him again and he captured her, rolling her over until she was under him, her hands above her head as he pinned her to the bed.
‘Not until you come,’ he said, his mouth finding her throat.
Julia’s breathing was shallow and thready now as he thrust into her, pulling her legs up and over his shoulders.
‘Nice shoes,’ he whispered.
She cried loudly as he thrust deeper, whimpering his name over and over again as he pulled her closer to climax.
‘Come for me,’ he begged.
‘Yes!’ screamed Julia as she climaxed again, her contractions making Lucius explode.

. . .

Julia moved, pulling away from where she was wrapped around Lucius. She had no idea what the time was; it was very late, or rather very early. Lucius’ arm tightened around her waist.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he asked, his voice quiet and serious. She hadn’t realised he was still awake.
‘Back to my room,’ she admitted.
‘Why?’ He opened his eyes to look at her.
‘I know you like having your bed to yourself,’ she told him. ‘So I was going to leave before you chucked me out.’
‘I don’t want you to go,’ Lucius said sleepily. ‘Stay here with me . . . please?’
Julia kissed him on his nose. ‘Just as long as you want me to,’ she whispered happily as she burrowed back against him once more.
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