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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 Thirty
BETA: Raynephoenix2
Monday April 9th
6:47 AM
Dear Doll,
I am concerned that you missed your journal last night as you have not missed a single day since December. Please let me know that you're all right.
Yours,
Master
Monday April 9th
7:23 AM
Dearest Master,
I'm horrified! I am so very sorry. I have no excuse other than it was a super busy day and I completely forgot. I will fill out yesterday's journal just as soon as I send this off, but wanted you to have my apology first! I will immediately submit for my five hits with the implement of your choice at our next session. Please forgive me.
Love,
Doll
Monday April 9th
7:29 AM
Doll,
I am glad you are well. I look forward to your journal…and your punishment. I will see you for dinner tonight.
Love,
Master
"Draco, your flat is amazing!" Hermione looked around at the monumental apartment. It was as richly decorated with antiques and as luxurious as Malfoy Manor. A marble entrance foyer led to a comfortable lounging room with cherry wood antiques, colorful and plush Persian rugs, a large stone fireplace, and a leather sofa she felt she could live on. The dining room was impressive with two multitier chandeliers and a table which could easily seat twenty people. Walking into the kitchen she was surprised to find it very contemporary with state of the art Muggle appliances. There was a study that was much like his father's and a hallway which led to several more rooms.
He waved them off nonchalantly. "My bedroom, a few guest suites, a gym, a playroom, and a large multi-purpose room that can be adjusted for whatever social function I could need it for."
Hermione looked around the space in continued stunned amazement. "Draco, why did you leave the Manor? You've simply made a mini version of it here!"
She noticed a slight tensing of his shoulders and a flash of sadness in his eyes. He swallowed and looked away from her before turning back to meet her gaze. "I can't live there. I can visit father and occasionally spend a night if needed, but I can't live at the Manor. Not after that…not after everything that happened. Not after he lived in that house. I see him everywhere I look despite the redecorating." He paused and then spoke in a more quiet and reserved voice, "Besides, without Mother it doesn't feel like home to me anymore." He looked around and gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "So, I made my own home and yes, I know it is very much like the Manor in appearance, but I assure you it feels very different to me."
Unable to stop herself, Hermione rushed to her friend and pulled him into a bear hug. "Oh Draco, I don't blame you. And…I'm really sorry about your mother. I didn't know her, but I know that you and Lucius loved her very much and I'm sorry she was taken from you."
Draco awkwardly patted her back as she hugged him. When she didn't let go despite his hesitant response, he gave into the comfort and rested his head on top of hers as he hugged her just as fiercely in return. "Thanks, Granger."
When she pulled back and looked up at him with glassy eyes, he snickered down at her. "You definitely could have been sorted into Hufflepuff, you know that don't you?"
She laughed and wiped her eyes as she pulled away. "Yes, well, I think the hat could safely place most students in any house and it would work out. Even you have a little 'puffer in you, Draco."
He looked at her as though she had sprouted wings. "Hogwarts would self-combust before placing a Malfoy in Hufflepuff."
She gave him a cautionary stare. "That may be true, but it doesn't mean I'm wrong."
"I think I need to tell father on you."
Hermione laughed as she teased. "Well, why break tradition? You always were one to run to Daddy." Glancing out the window, she added offhandedly, "Besides I'll be the first to tell Lucius he's got a little 'puffer in him as well."
"Ha! The first and the last! Such a Gryffindor...lacking any trace of self-preservation. I venture you won't be able to walk for a week." Giving her up for a lost cause, Draco went to his room to change clothes.
A few minutes later they had floo'd to Hermione's flat where they intended to enjoy the afternoon. Hermione was treating herself to an afternoon off work and Draco agreed to join her.
Hermione yelled from the kitchen as Draco collapsed on the sofa. "I can make roast beef sandwiches, or we can have salads."
"Sandwich sounds good."
She was just putting the sandwiches on plates when she noticed an owl post sitting in the basket outside her kitchen window. Opening the window, she snatched the post before closing it quickly before she let any more of the cool air inside. The handwriting was messy and reminded her of Ron's.
H-
I received the calling card you sent and am anxious to meet with you at The Dungeon. Just my luck though, my boss messaged me that I'm needed back at the reserve right away. It seems Big Bertha, the Swedish Short-Snout who isn't due to give birth for another couple weeks, delivered early and they need all tamers on hand. It will likely be several weeks to a couple months until I make it back, but I will be in touch as soon as I am able to meet up.
It was great seeing you looking so happy at Easter. Thanks again!
Fondly,
Charlie
"What's that?" She could feel Draco peek over her shoulder as he spoke.
Hermione stuffed the post in her pocket as she turned to face him. "Nothing, just an owl… work stuff, you know."
Draco stepped back and crossed his arms, looking her disbelievingly. "You're a terrible liar. You know that, don't you?"
"Uh," she rolled her eyes. "I'm not lying!"
He smirked at her, shaking his head. "Make that a pathetic liar. You would have been eaten alive in Slytherin."
She smiled as she grabbed their sandwich plates and walked past him. "Hmm, well…given how talented the Slytherins I've come to know seem to be in that department, I have no choice but to concede it was my loss."
Draco barked in laughter as he followed her.
Over an hour and a half later found them sitting opposite each other on the sofa, facing one another like bookends with their legs sharing the middle ground. A bowl of buttered popcorn on each of their laps, Hermione wiped her eyes with the crumpled tissue in her hand.
Draco looked from the movie to Hermione, an unsympathetic smirk on his face. "Why do you watch movies like this if they just make you cry?"
Dabbing her eyes again, Hermione smiled and shrugged. "I love this movie and I don't mind crying. It all comes out in the end, you'll see." She turned back to the screen as Mark was holding up the signs, professing his love for Keira Knightley's Juliet in Love Actually. Hermione's lip quivers when Juliet stepped outside and gave Mark a kiss before he dashed off, content he finally told her, and she went back upstairs to Mark's best friend and her husband, Peter.
Draco shook his head. "Well, that's just terrible. He's in love with the bird and she just gives him a little kiss and then he leaves? Where's his happy ending?"
Hermione looked back at Draco as he continued. "That's going to be my father, you know. Pining after you while you are happily ensconced in your bungalow of submissive happiness with Snape."
"Are you still on that? We've talked about this multiple times Draco. Your father and I are close friends. He's an amazing man who has taught me so much about myself. I love him to pieces, but it's not a romantic love! And he doesn't feel romantic love for me either, Draco. We have sexual chemistry and we…"
In an impatient voice, he interrupted her. "You know what, just drop it. Forget I said anything." Draco looked away and tried to put it out of his mind as the movie played on. He was tired of worrying about it. If Lucius wasn't willing to admit the nature of his feelings for the Gryffindor swot to her face and she was too dense to see what was right in front of her, well they didn't deserve his intervention. He had tried multiple times to no avail and he was done.
Hermione turned her focus back to the movie as well, but found her thoughts centered around the elder Malfoy instead of the film. Why was Draco so insistent? Could he be right? No, the ferret was wrong. It was a ridiculous notion. Lucius would not fall in love with someone like me. He would want a woman of his social echelon, a woman of some property and rank. Most likely a Pureblood woman, although his views on that have relaxed. He is Lucius Malfoy for Merlin's sake! He may love me, but it's as a friend. I'm a part of his life he keeps hidden from the rest of the world. Practically a dirty little secret for pity's sake. Hermione took a breath and refocused on the movie.
Unable to turn his brain off, Draco peeked at Hermione and couldn't stop himself from asking a question he had been wondering about for months. "What is it about Snape that has you so snared? I mean, you've told me how you feel about him, but you've never really told me why?"
When Hermione stared at him and didn't speak, he added, "Don't misunderstand me! I love my Godfather and I know that underneath the gruff is a good man. I know he's a good Dominant, too, but he's not someone I imagine in a romantic entanglement."
Hermione didn't find herself getting defensive like she did when Ron or Harry asked her about Severus. She knew Draco was sincere in his love for the man and he was merely trying to understand. "I don't know if I can explain it, Draco. From the first time I interacted with him at the club, before he even took his mask off and I knew who he was, I had a connection with him. As time passed, despite all the drama, the connection didn't fade. He stirs something visceral within me. Yes, he can quite stubborn, impatient, and very difficult, but I would be lying if I said that that part of him turned me off. That's who he is, and I've known that side of him since I was eleven-years-old. The truth is, underneath all that, underneath the hard shell, is a kind and affectionate and deliciously sexy wizard. With the exception of a few issues, we agree on almost everything. He's incredibly intelligent and we never run out of things to talk about. His dry wit makes me laugh, and even you can't deny what an amazing voice he has." She let out a sigh and smiled. "It's hard to explain. We just have that je ne sais quoi. I can see us building a life together."
Draco watched her dreamy expression while rubbing the back of his head, "Well, I'm certainly seeing a side of him I've never seen before. He's very attentive to you and he seems to be…I don't know…calmer somehow? A bit less intense maybe? The perma-scowl seems to fade a bit when he is around you." He paused and then sighed. "But here's my concern; when the time comes that you contract with him, will you be able to stand up to him then like you do now?"
Hermione shrugged. "I'm not worried about that. I stand up to your father just fine. He's even changed some of his long held submissive rules for me. I don't see how Severus will be any different. In truth he can be very reasonable…most of the time." She shifted her feet onto the floor. "I'm just going to have to make sure our contract truly spells out what I will and won't let him control in my life. He may be my Dominant when the time comes, but I won't become some little mouse he can walk all over, and I won't be his twenty-four/seven submissive. My intention is for it to be very much like with Lucius. I submit a couple times per week and the rest of the time we are like any other couple."
Draco didn't say anything as he considered her words. He hoped for her sake it would be as simple as she intimated. He would hate to see her, or Severus for that matter, get hurt. Of course, the one whom he knew was going to get hurt in all this was his father, but there was nothing more he could do about that. He had tried.
Hermione stood and picked up the bowls of popcorn. "Pick out another movie. I'm going to mix up a face mask."
"A face mask?" he asked, clearly unsure what she was talking about.
"Yeah, you know, a facial?" she responded.
Draco cocked a brow. "A facial? I'll give you a special Malfoy facial right now."
"Don't be crude, Draco. My skin looks drab and needs a little pick me up. Once every few weeks I mix up a mask and revitalize my complexion. You should try it, it leaves your face feeling amazing."
Draco followed her into the kitchen and watched as she mixed up egg yolks, honey, olive oil and oatmeal. "That looks positively disgusting."
"Well, it's not for eating, it's for your pores and your skin would love it if you'd give it a chance."
"I think my skin is fine just as it is," Draco said as he felt his cheeks with his fingertips.
"Suit yourself."
He watched as Hermione spooned the gloop out of the bowl and spread it over her face. "What's it do for you?"
"It helps to draw out impurities and excess oils. My face feels amazing when I rinse it off."
"How long do you wear it?"
"Twenty minutes or so."
"Ok, fine."
"Fine?"
"I'll try it."
Hermione froze for a second, completely shocked. She never imagined he'd actually go for it. "Ok, just use this spoon and scoop it out and then use your fingers to apply it. Spread it out evenly."
"You do it."
"Seriously?"
"Just do it, Granger. I'll just make a mess of it."
Hermione tried to maintain a serious expression as she spread it over his face. His eyes were closed, and his forehead was pinched as though he were in pain. She spread it as evenly as possible. "Ok, it's done. Now we just wait twenty minutes and we rinse with warm water."
"This better be worth it."
"C'mon, lets watch another movie."
Draco followed her back into the living room where he sat on sofa and observed as she put another DVD in the player. "What are you putting in?"
"Bridget Jones's Diary. You'll love it."
"Are there any alien's in it? I liked that one about the alien in outer space."
"No, although I have the sequel to that, Aliens, and we can watch it sometime if you want to."
Hermione hit play on the remote as she sat next to Draco on the sofa. This time they were side by side, their feet propped up on the coffee table in front of them. They snuggled together as the movie started.
"Is this another movie that's going to make you cry?" Draco asked skeptically as he watched the girl on the screen mouth lyrics into a rolled-up magazine as though it were a microphone. "She looks kinda…sad."
In that moment, the floo roared to life. Instantly Harry stumbled through, his glasses tumbling from his nose at his awkward entrance. He stepped forward and caught the flying spectacles in mid-air, proving he still had the quick reflexes of his Snitch-catching youth. Ron came through immediately behind him, almost knocking Harry to the floor.
"Give me a minute to get through before you come barreling behind, mate!" Harry barked, giving his friend a reproachful glare as he righted himself.
Draco threw his hands in the air and cut her a look of disbelief. "Fuck, Granger. I thought you blocked your floo?"
"I forgot!"
Harry and Ron paused as their glances moved from Hermione to Draco and back. Ron's brows knitted in confusion for a beat before his eyebrows shot up to the ceiling, a look of sudden relief on his face. "Oh, this explains sooo much." He peeked at the TV screen and then at Harry. "He's gay!"
Harry's brows shot up as he glanced at the TV screen and back at Draco. He nodded his head in understanding. "Chick flicks and face goo? Definitely not straight."
Hermione stood and approached the two. "Haha, guys. Draco is not gay. Although there would be absolutely nothing wrong with it if he was!"
Ron was grinning. "Oh, we know. Live and let live I say." Pointing at Draco, he continued. "But that man is gay. No straight man would have a facial while watching…" He glanced at the TV. "Geez, Mione! How many times have you watched that movie?"
Harry glanced at the screen, a look of recognition coming over his face. "Oh, yeah! Ginny loves this movie. We just watched it the…" But no one was paying attention to Harry as he spoke.
Hermione glanced nervously to her left at Draco who was now standing and scowling at her ginger-haired ex. His scowl disappeared as a small evil grin took its place. "Well, I volunteered to give her another type of facial entirely, but…"
"Oi!" Ron interrupted, stepping closer.
Throwing her hands out between the two wizards, Hermione scolded, "Draco! Enough!" Ron took a step back, but Hermione kept a hand on Draco's chest. The blond cut her a smirking glance before grabbing her hand and pulling her close towards him, wrapping his arms around her possessively and turning her so that her back was pressed to his front. He kissed her shoulder delicately and asked in a tone that suggested intimacy, "You want to tell them, or should I?"
Hermione paused her movements and then attempted to wiggle out of his grasp. He easily held her in place and Hermione began to panic in fear of what Draco was going to say. "Draco, don't…"
"You shouldn't hold this back from them any longer, love. They should know the real you." He looked back at his childhood nemeses. "Hermione and I are members of a secret sex cult. Hermione here is a little sex-kitten, and not only does she have sex with me but she goes at it with other wizards and witches, as well!"
Ron and Harry froze. Hermione turned beet red and stomped down on Draco's foot causing him to release her and yelp. "Fuck, Granger! That bleeding hurt!"
Mortified and on the verge of tears, Hermione opened her mouth to speak before she heard Ron and Harry laughing uproariously. She watched in stunned disbelief as her two best friends guffawed in merriment at what they had clearly perceived to be a joke.
"Good one, Malfoy. You had us going for about two seconds!" Harry chirped through his laughter.
Ron wiped his eyes as he looked at Hermione affectionately. "Our little Mione…a sex-kitten! As if!"
Hermione felt a mixture of relief and fury. Fury at Draco for saying the words but even more fury at her two best friends for finding it all so incomprehensible. Knowing she shouldn't, yet unable to stop herself, Hermione marched up to Harry and Ron, her hands planted firmly on her hips. "And what is so unbelievable about what he said?"
Ron smiled indulgently at her. "You're so cute when you get angry." He pulled her into a hug. "Promise me you'll never change, love." Hermione felt her anger deflate as Ron held her. Common sense took over and she realized her frustration wasn't really with Harry and Ron, but with the ferret still standing behind her.
She stepped away from Ron and turned back to Draco, a saccharine smile on her face. His look was self-satisfied, clearly pleased with what he had gotten away with, as though he knew they wouldn't believe him. Hermione stepped towards him and patted his cheek, causing a clump of oatmeal to fall to the floor. "Well, Draco. It was only a matter of time before someone found out about your true…inclinations." She batted her eyelashes.
"Wait, what?" Draco looked from Hermione to Harry and Ron who were looking at him with understanding and…acceptance?!
Harry shrugged. "Yeah, I mean, who cares if you're gay, mate? No need to hide it!"
"Is it because of your Dad?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded. "Oh man, I bet that's why." He looked at Draco with something close to pity. "Lucius Malfoy would likely freak out if he knew."
"Well, you're going to have to tell him at some point," Ron added.
Rolling his eyes, Draco barked, "For the love of Quidditch! I am not gay!"
Hermione looked back at Harry and Ron. "He's not ready to come out yet, guys. Don't tell anyone, ok?'
Harry and Ron both shook their heads. Ron added, "We won't tell a soul. Honestly! For some reason this makes me like you so much more, Malfoy. It really explains a lot."
Harry looked at his watch. "We've got to go, Ron." He turned his attention to Hermione, his demeanor suddenly serious. "The reason we dropped by, Mione, is because a Muggle-born witch was attacked in Diagon Alley today. The perp tried to Apparate with her, but she managed to deter him with pepper spray of all things. She said he was wearing a mask and she couldn't see his face. It just had small holes for his eyes, nose, and mouth. Our colleagues are concerned it's Dolohov. Truth is it could have been anyone, and might have nothing to do with Dolohov, but our first thought was of you." He glanced at Ron and then shot her an earnest plea, "Just be careful, ok?"
Hermione nodded, "Sure, of course. Thanks." In truth she hadn't thought much about Dolohov in weeks.
"Ok, then," Ron said, walking towards the floo. "See you on Sunday?"
"Yeah, see you guys then."
As soon as the guys left, Draco turned to Hermione. "How could you tell them I'm gay? What the hell?"
"Me? You're the one who basically told them I'm a submissive."
"How do you figure that? I merely teased we were in a sex cult, which I knew neither one of them would believe!"
"And what if they had? What if they asked questions? What if they didn't let it drop?"
"I would have ridiculed them for being so gullible and that would have been the end of it! But now they think I'm gay!"
"Who cares if they do!"
Draco stared at her for a moment and then shrugged. "True. I don't really care what they think." He flaked more oatmeal off his cheek. "Can we get this off? My face feels like a tight rubber band."
They washed the now dried up masks off their faces at the kitchen sink. "So, have you talked to M anymore since the one time?"
Draco was drying his face with a hand towel. "No, not really. I mean, we say hello as we pass each other. I thought I caught her watching me the other night, but there was a demonstration going on behind me and I think that's where her focus was."
Hermione took the towel from him, wiping off a spot of oatmeal he missed near his hairline. "I'm sorry, Draco. Maybe in time you two will become friends."
"Nah, she's not interested."
Sensing his declining mood, she took his hand. "C'mon. I'll eject the chick flick and we can watch Aliens instead. You'll love it."
When she started towards the living room, he grabbed her shoulder causing her to look back at him questioningly.
In that moment Draco looked so much like Lucius it was startling. His steel-grey eyes were focused and intense. The younger Malfoy could be quite formidable when he wanted to be. She swallowed as she looked up at him "What is it?" she asked tentatively, her voice soft with an edge of concern.
"Just… be careful, Hermione. Dolohov is… he made Bellatrix look about as threatening as a Whitney the Wistful Witch doll when he was at his most dangerous. He's…" Draco shook his head. "You just need to be careful, okay? I couldn't bear it if something happened to you."
Hermione nodded her head, finding herself at a loss for words at the show of true concern Draco was demonstrating. Sure, she had known he cared about her and that they were becoming close, but in this moment, she felt as though he were family.
"I promise to be careful, Draco. Nothing is going to happen to me."
After a brief pause, he gave her a small smile and took her hand, leading her back towards the sofa.
Several hours later Draco entered The Dungeon, pleased to find not only his father, but Snape in the office as well. He closed the door behind him as he strode in. "Glad I caught you both." He sat on the edge of Lucius' desk causing his father to look up at him and nod hello. Severus had merely grunted a response as he kept working.
Draco lifted a paper-clip and tossed it back and forth between his hands. "I was hanging out with Granger today when Potter and Weasel showed up."
Lucius and Snape clearly did not find this news worthy as they both continued with their respective tasks without comment.
"Potter said a Muggle-born witch was attacked. The wizard tried to Apparate with her, but she got away and was unable to identify him. The dorky duo stopped by to tell Hermione to be careful. They were concerned it might be Dolohov."
Finally getting the reaction he felt his news deserved, Draco watched as Lucius and Snape exchanged concerned looks. Snape swiveled his chair and looked up at Draco. "Did they say anything else? When it happened or where?"
"I think it happened today and it was right in Diagon Alley. Pretty ballsy if you ask me."
Lucius shook his head. "Not Dolohov's style. He's too cautious for such a risky endeavor."
Snape studied Lucius, contemplating his dismissal. "Well, he's been in Azkaban for years. Who's to say what his frame of mind is like? What mind he has left, that is."
"Well, whatever." Draco quipped. "All I know is, she listens to you two more than me. I'm not convinced she took their warning as seriously as should have, much less mine."
Lucius took a deep breath as he tossed his quill on his desk. "She's due in thirty minutes for our session. I'll talk to her."
"So will I," added Snape.
Draco shoved away from his father's desk. "Oh, and by the way? Hermione informed me, in her infinite wisdom, that the Sorting Hat could place any student into any house and that the students would be fine. She went on to say I could have been sorted into Hufflepuff because I have, and I quote, 'a little puffer in me.'"
Snape chuckled, and Lucius looked up at his son in shock. "She said that?"
Draco nodded, a shit-eating grin on his face. His father was reacting just as he predicted he would.
Lucius shook his head. "What is that witch thinking? As if a Malfoy would ever be sorted into Hufflepuff." He made a face of disgust.
Thrilled with his bit of revenge for her letting the duo believe he was gay, Draco added, "She said you had puffer in you as well, father, and that she would be the first to tell you."
"Me? Puffer in me?" Lucius laughed. "Oh, surely she was teasing, Draco. She wasn't serious."
"I assure you father, she was quite serious."
Lucius thought for a moment. "Well, it seems our little Gryffindor is in need of some education this evening."
Snape looked at Draco questioningly, clearly wondering if Hermione had said the same about him. Draco smirked, "She may be a Gryffindor, but she doesn't have a death wish!"
Snape seemed appeased and merely went back to his work.
Two nights later found Hermione sitting around a table in the main part of the club with Draco. She shifted uneasily in her seat as she let out a huff of annoyance.
Draco teased her knowingly, "You're squirming an awful lot tonight, Beaves. Everything ok?"
Hermione shot him a scathing look as he chuckled. "Like you don't know," she bit out. "Honestly, I bet you didn't wait five minutes after leaving my flat to rush to Lucius and tell him what I said."
Draco sipped his drink. "More like twenty minutes. I had to run by my place to shower first. I smelled like oatmeal."
"I thought we submissives were supposed to stick together!"
"Where on earth did you get that idea?" After a chuckle he added, "Slytherin, remember? Wouldn't want you to think I have a little puffer in me after all." Draco watched her agitation as she fought back the retort she desperately wanted to spew at him. "What, nothing to say?"
"In the interest of self-preservation, I decline to comment," she told him through a locked jaw.
Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of witnessing her humiliation, Hermione tried to stop squirming and sat as still as she could. She could only hope the ferret would be in the loo or somewhere else when the hour struck. Looking at the clock she saw it was only six-thirty. Lucius had informed her to arrive at six and enjoy herself with her friends until he arrived. She was certain that in light of his other instruction, she would not see him before seven and possibly not until after eight. She sighed internally. In truth, she only had herself to blame.
Trying to put it out of her mind, her attention was drawn to her left where she spotted M enter through the main doors. Hermione immediately glanced at Draco to find he was watching the Dominatrix as well. Hermione acknowledged to herself that when Draco looked at M these days, it wasn't with the look of yearning she had become accustomed to seeing. His expression was almost monotone but for a small hint of resignation or sadness in his eyes. In truth she could probably only recognize it because she knew it was what he was feeling. Strangely, after M had walked to the bar, Draco's saddened gaze was still on the entrance. Hermione looked back and noticed a tall, willowy woman with long blond hair. Draco was staring as though he were daydreaming.
"Draco? You ok?"
Not looking away, Draco offered a sad smile. "Today is my mother's birthday."
Hermione felt a heaviness in her heart and in her gut. Looking back at the front of the room, she could see the resemblance. "Draco…I didn't know. It must be a difficult day for you."
Looking back towards her, he offered her a small shrug. "We went to the estate cemetery today…father and I. It's tradition. Every year on her birthday, weather permitting of course, we picnic with her. Tinny sets up a spread under the tree next to her and we drink Mom's favorite elven wine. We talk to her as though she was joining us." As though he was sure she would ask, he added quickly. "Yes, we have her portrait in the Manor, but it's not the same. The portrait is her essence and it looks like her, but it's not really her. When we sit outside, we can almost believe she is there and understanding everything we say. When the breeze blows the branches of the weeping willow over us, I can almost believe it's her way of participating in the conversation."
Hermione reached out and took Draco's hand, giving it a small squeeze. Words weren't necessary. After a beat, he looked from her hand to her eyes. "Hufflepuff," he accused with a smirk, but he couldn't fool her. She smiled softly in return. Teasing and joking was his way. His eyes were bright with a bit of moisture proving how close he was to succumbing to his emotion. He let out a huff of air and sipped his drink after he pulled his hand away.
Hermione couldn't help but wonder how Lucius was feeling. It had to be a hard day for him as well. Maybe it would be best to postpone their session tonight. If she had known ahead of time, she would have suggested it. She decided she would ask him and let him know it was fine with her to skip tonight.
Her thoughts were pulled in another direction when Etan and Rose approached looking happy and holding hands. "Hello, Doll," Etan mused with a smile before turning to Draco and offering a greeting.
Rose looked like she was about to burst as she watched Etan. "Yes, love. You have permission to speak to your friend."
Rose squealed, "Doll! You look beautiful! Wherever did you get that dress?"
Hermione stood and pulled Rose into a hug and then looked shamefacedly back at Etan. "Oops? Was that ok?" Hermione had no wish to get her friend in trouble.
Etan laughed. "I'll deny her nothing when it comes to you, Doll." Hermione smiled brightly and pulled Rose into the booth next to her as Etan slid in next to Draco. Hermione and Rose fell into easy conversation. Hermione was now used to Rose's exuberance and found it endearing. She even found herself enjoying talking about topics which used to bore her to tears, such as outfits and shoes. The wardrobe discussion was short tonight however, as Rose was excitedly discussing the vacation she and Etan were planning to Asturias, Spain. An exclusive wizarding resort with luxuries Hermione had only ever heard about.
She found herself in awe of the amazing trip her friends would be embarking on. It suddenly occurred to Hermione that Etan was a man of means. She was ashamed that she had never enquired about his profession. Their conversations always seemed to revolve around Rose or the D/s scene. She listened intently as Draco was able to suggest day trips and adventures they could partake in while at their destination. Of course, Draco had been where they were going. Draco had traveled most of the world in his short life. Hermione didn't envy wealth for personal possessions. She did envy the freedom it gave people, particularly the freedom to travel.
It was when the large wall clock struck seven that Hermione felt her stomach fall to the floor. Knowing she had no choice, she reluctantly stood on the booth and then onto the table. Draco, Etan and Rose looked up at her with shocked expressions as she spoke loudly to the room. "Please, can I have your attention." The conversation around them came to a stop as surprised and expectant faces looked up at her. Taking a breath and letting it out she forced herself to say the words she was dreading. "I feel compelled to state that I was wrong and meant no offense when I said earlier this week, in a private conversation," she cut Draco an accusing glare before looking back at the room, "that the Malfoy men both had a little 'puffer in them. Clearly, I was off my rocker and no Malfoy could ever be anything but one hundred percent Slytherin!" As she said the last three words she stared into the corner where she knew one of the camera lenses was. She would wager a year's salary that Lucius and Severus were having a good laugh watching her through the bloody thing right now. Unable to resist, she added, "But Gryffindor is the best house in Hogwarts history!"
Etan and Rose were laughing heartily, and Draco was shaking his head at her. "You'll never learn," he whispered as he offered her his hand. Just as she was about to step down onto the seat, she let out a squeal when strong arms suddenly grabbed her hips and heaved her over a shoulder. Draco was shaking his head as hard smacks began to rain on her bottom. She laughed as Lucius carried her towards the stairs, giving her friends a little wave and mouthing "Wish me luck!" at them. They were laughing and returned her goodbye with waves of their own.
Lucius continued to land an occasional smack on her bottom as they made their way down the stairs to their private room for the evening, causing Hermione to keep giggling the entire time. When they arrived at the playroom and the door was closed securely behind them, he set her on her feet and immediately covered her mouth with his.
Hermione melted into the familiar safety of him and wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands sought purchase on the backs of her thighs before he lifted her against the nearest wall. They kissed for a long time, long enough that she could barely remember her own name.
When he finally ended the passionate embrace, his voice was thick when he told her to prepare herself for him. She hesitated, though, which prompted a question. "Something wrong, Doll?"
"Not really, Master," she responded demurely. "I would like to speak with you freely for a moment, please."
"Of course," he answered curiously.
With a careful breath, she raised her eyes. "Draco shared with me what today is," she started carefully. "I just want to make sure you're okay. We don't have to do this tonight, we can reschedule. I'm free tomorrow night, the new manager needed the day off for a wedding, so Severus will be working."
Lucius looked surprised for just a second before his face smoothed, however his eyes remained emotional. He reached for Hermione and pulled her into a warm embrace. "I think you are the sweetest woman I have ever known, Hermione Granger," he told her sincerely. "I'm grateful you have reentered my life. The answer to your question is yes. Yes, today was difficult. You know what made it easier than in years past, though? You. I was looking forward to seeing your smile. Narcissa has been gone nine years, and while I still miss her every day – and will continue to miss her until the day I die – I am coping better than I have in a long time." He pulled back and rested his hands on her shoulders. "You, my dear, are a large part of the reason that the ache in my chest where the memory of my wife lies has eased. Thank you for simply being you, for bringing a feminine presence back to my life. And to Draco's. You have become so much to the both of us."
Hermione felt tears fill her eyes at his sweet words and she wrapped her arms around his waist tightly. As she buried her face in his chest, she was a mix of elation with no small amount of discomfort. Here this man was – making her feel like she mattered more than anyone in his world. Once again, she thought how her feelings for him were borderline inappropriate considering the relationship she was building with Snape.
She forced the thought out of her mind. She couldn't – wouldn't – do this to herself. Lucius was not in love with her and she was head over heels for Snape. Fuck – she had to compartmentalize. She had to push this down. She wasn't going to deal with it right now.
Lucius was unaware of the turmoil his submissive was experiencing because he was too far gone in his own mind. It had been an emotional day, and what he had planned for the night would wring them both out. Not only emotionally, but physically as well.
Very gently, he spun her. She followed his silent guidance with no questions, and Lucius once again felt an unmistakable connection with her, not to mention pride in his teaching of her and joy in how far she had come. He was not going to be doing any instructing tonight. It was all things they had covered. There was very, very little left for him to teach her, if anything at all. She would learn anything else from others she interacted with. He had given her a thorough introduction that would help her navigate her way through the lifestyle. He tapped his wand lightly on her head, freeing the severe bun her hair was in while simultaneously detangling it.
Still without speaking, he French plaited her hair in two long, thick braids so they hung over each shoulder and secured the ends with a sticking charm. She was trembling at his touch, which was always thrilling. She might never love him the way she loved Severus, but no one could deny that their sexual chemistry was off the charts. At just about four months into their arrangement, they knew each other's bodies very well. They could read each other's responses like books. They knew what the other needed.
Lucius slowly started to undress her, which she had to find odd, but he didn't care. He always had her prepare herself for him, but tonight he had changed his mind. He wanted to prepare her instead. He wanted to touch every inch of her before he even started their scene, so he did. Lucius trailed his fingers over her skin with every article of clothing he removed. While dong so he was able to marvel in the way her skin erupted in gooseflesh, how her nipples tightened, and the way her breathing accelerated.
When she was naked, he led her to a Y-bench that had a small back rest and indicated she settle herself. With a flick of his wand, her thighs were splayed wide and tied to the bench and her feet were loosely tied so they were pulled up under her quads.
"Straighten your shoulders and push out your breasts, put your hands behind your back as if you were standing in the Wait position." Another flick of his wand and her wrists were tied to the opposite elbow behind her back and her breasts were crisscrossed and push impossibly out from her body. She couldn't help the low moan that left her mouth.
He summoned a red rubber ball gag from one of the self-cleansing shelves and didn't even have to ask before her mouth fell open. Her lashes cast a shadow across the swell of her cheek bones in the torch light as her gaze remained averted and she looked incredible after he clasped the gag.
He moved across the room to sheath his wand in his cane and set it on the small table along with her pile of discarded clothing before he collected his favorite tool, a heavy suede flogger, and returned to her. "Chin up high, eyes on the ceiling or closed," he commanded, and she complied. Immediately, he began to rain heavy handed blows across her beautifully presented breasts.
Hermione sucked a breath in through her nose so hard at the first strike that a whistling noise ensued before a tight grunt left her. He circled her methodically landing hit after hit across her breasts, her abdomen, and her thighs. She could feel her pussy creating its own lubrication – not that she hadn't already been wet after he single handedly stripped her bare – but the amount of fluid pooling at her opening would soon start dripping, she was sure of it.
She let out a small shriek when he changed the trajectory of the flogger, so it swiped across her pussy lips. "Mmmmrrr!" she groaned when the second, third, and fourth strike found the same purchase. She started wiggling when the fifth hit came, and her clit started throbbing. Little grunts and squeaks left her with the next five and then he stopped, letting her breathe heavily through her nose while saliva started slipping out of her mouth around the ball gag.
Her skin was pleasantly warm and prepared for him, and her pussy was begging for his attention. She opened her eyes and refocused her attention of the raftered ceiling when he began encircling her throat with rope above her collar. It was rough and would most likely chafe a bit. It was starting to get a little warm for scarf wearing these days, so she would have to either heal the marks (which she loathed doing) or employ the use of a glamour.
Her eyes whirled wildly when she felt him connect another rope to her neck, she looked over in surprise to see him attaching a large, weighted ball to the suspended rope he had just attached to her throat. He held it slack with one hand before speaking.
"Look at me." She did. "Some new breath control methods tonight, Doll," he told her with a sneering grin. "Show me your safe signal."
Immediately she responded by shrugging her shoulders three times in quick succession. Please stop now, she chanted in her head with the movement.
"Good girl." He gently let the rope go taut. The weighted ball dropped and the binds around her neck cut off her air and the blood flow from her carotid, making her vision go dark at the edges. She jerked and groaned loudly when she felt two long fingers slide into her cunt roughly and begin vigorously stimulating her g-spot with loud, wet sounds. Heaven…this is fucking heaven.
Lucius could not take his eyes off his witch as she lost herself to his ministrations. Her skin was flushed a delicate pink, her face going ruddier by the moment with the lack of oxygen and blood. He reached with the hand not stimulating her to lessen the effects of the weight, letting her drag in a couple of breaths before dropping it again and redoubling his efforts on her pussy.
Her first orgasm ripped through her furiously, causing her to spurt liquid over his fingers and down his wrist to pool on the floor as she threw her head back and scream in her throat. He lifted the weight again but did not stop his movements. She writhed under his touch, her body bowing fruitlessly in her bindings. In less than two minutes of vigorous pumping and the occasional release of the weight so she wouldn't pass out, she came again – just as hard as the first time. He undid the weight, giving her time to come down from her second high while he took the bindings off her neck.
Lucius was painfully hard, his cock straining against the silk of his boxers. He continued to let her breathe and calm from her climaxes while he removed his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. Then he rolled his sleeves and removed his belt. He was flushed with his arousal but was not ready to remove his clothing.
He summoned a vibrator and, without warning, moved back in on his prey. Pressing the vibrator to Hermione's already over-stimulated clit with one hand, he used the fingers of his other hand to pinch and roll her peaked nipples. Her squeal and grunt were satisfying, the sheen of sweat he could see over her entire body only heightened his own desires. She was screaming her third release in minutes, her eyes wide and fixed on the ceiling as he had instructed.
A small wave of melancholy overcame him. Fuck his rules, he wanted her eyes tonight. "Doll," he rasped, slightly taken aback at how gravely his own voice was. He maintained the vibe on her clit while she jerked and wriggled, trying to get away from him while making desperate noises in her throat. "I want your eyes on mine tonight as much as possible."
Hermione pulled her focus from the rafters of the room to meet Lucius' steely gaze, surprised by his demand. She held his stare with hers, feeling her face crumple as her next orgasm barreled down on her.
"You're going to come again, aren't you baby girl?" He smirked wickedly, when she nodded frantically in the seconds before her face contorted around her gag and she let out a loud, shrieking moan as her body started trembling violently. "Again," he demanded, not letting up with the vibe or the nipple stimulation.
Dragging in deep, unsteady breaths Hermione desperately tried to regain her equilibrium, but she was coming again in no time. She thrashed against her bindings, her body feeling over-sensitized and raw. What was he trying to do to her?!
"Again!" he demanded, and she let out a sob as tears instantly sprang to her eyes with how overwhelmed she was. She felt fingers push into her sopping channel again, and her breath shuddered violently as it pushed her over the edge once more. She screamed with the climax, her throat raw. She had lost count of how many times he had made her come. They had barely even started, and she knew it. Her Friday night sessions were always intense and long. Often lasting two to three hours.
Lucius wrung one more orgasm out of her body before turning the vibe off and sliding his fingers out of her. Fuck, he was a mess. She was soaked and overheated and in need of some transitional care, but his erection was so primed for her it was beyond painful. Push it down, Luc, you can fuck her in a few minutes.
He moved back towards her, standing between her thighs as he slid his hands around her neck to the clasp of the gag at her nape. He removed it before using his handkerchief to wipe the spittle from around her mouth and chin. It had dripped off her chin, and the valley of her breasts were slick with the lubrication, evident by the way the skin glistened in the torch light. He kissed her again, delving his tongue deep and seeking out her own while smoothing his fingers soothingly around the marks left on her neck from the rope and ball weight.
Wandlessly and non-verbally, he released all her bindings and supported her as she slumped into him. Still kissing hotly, he rubbed feeling back into her shoulders and arms. After a few long moments, he pulled back and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Exquisite, my dear. Get yourself some water and then I want you side lying on your left on the bed, left leg straight, right drawn up to your chest."
"Yes Master." She stood on wobbly legs and made her way to the cabinet where beverages and supplies were kept. She used her wand to chill a bottle of water and drank deeply while listening to him prepare what she thought might be a third scenario. Fuck, he was being intense tonight. She finished the water and tossed the bottle into the appropriate receptacle before quickly making her way to the small bed.
The bed in this room was more like an oversized padded bench. The size of a normal double, it was smooth, padded leather with no linens and had metal head and footboards. This allowed good purchase of hands and knees (and any other body parts that needed firm footing) and made it easy to be tied to. She slid to the middle of the bed and positioned herself as directed. Already, her body was anticipating his next move. It didn't matter that she had already come more than five times, she was ready for more.
She had no warning before her body was stretched. Her left foot was tied to the footboard and her left knee was tied to the right side of the bedframe. Her right foot was fixed to her left knee and there was a rope strung from her right knee to the left side of the bed, so she could not straighten it at all. Another rope tied her wrists spread wide to each side of the headboard and her right elbow was entwined and fixed to the right side of the bed.
The bondage forced her to stay on her left hip; her pussy and arsehole exposed to his viewing (and fucking) pleasure. The way her upper body was positioned ensured that she lay flat on her upper back, her breasts and mouth facing the ceiling – also available to him.
Hermione searched for Lucius, remembering his request to see her eyes tonight. She found him at the foot of the bed and completely naked. His thick, gorgeous prick was fisted in one hand while his head was cocked lazily as he watched her test her bindings. "Do I have you sufficiently trapped, love?" he teased with a smirk.
"Yes, Master," she answered with a similar expression on her face. It had taken them very little time indeed to figure out that Hermione's biggest turn on was being helpless. Being held down, strung up, tied to, shackled, and so on made her leak like a sieve. They rarely participated in a scene where she wasn't firmly stuck in place for him to do to her as he pleased.
"Good," he answered before he gracefully crawled over the edge of the bed and straddled her legs. "Accio wand," he muttered, holding his hand out. A second later there was a satisfying slap as the wood met his right palm. With his left hand, he pulled her arse cheeks apart, bringing her dripping cunt and pink rosebud into view. She grunted and wiggled underneath him, and he clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "Be patient, love, or there will be consequences."
He settled the wand next to them on the mattress and turned his attention to using both hands to stimulate her bottom. She moaned breathily as he pulled her pussy lips apart, sliding his warm fingers through her slippery arousal. He played with the opening of her vagina before sliding his finger back to the ring of muscles at her rear.
"Yes, please!" she hissed, causing Lucius to chuckle darkly. She gave a grunt of annoyance when his fingers moved away from her arsehole and purposely wiggled her bottom shamelessly.
Quick as a flash, Lucius snapped up his wand and poked the underside of one breast with it while muttering "Scintillam!" This cause a short, low jolt of electrical current to zap the tender flesh and Hermione screamed her surprise before panting and squeezing her eyes shut as tears clouded her vision.
"I'm sorry, Master," she breathed after the startling jolt of pain subsided. "I'll be still."
"You will, or there will be more," he promised darkly. Both knew he wasn't really mad at her, it was all part of their fun. He returned his attention to her bum, lazily stroking her tender, needy flesh and eliciting more delicious sounds of encouragement from her pouty lips.
She wiggled again a moment later, when he turned his attention to himself, grasping his aching cock in one hand. Just as quickly as the last time, he zapped the curve of one flank and then the dip of her waist with his wand, eliciting another screech and gasp from her. "Please, Master," she begged. "I'm sorry. I need you to fuck me, please!"
"Good girls get fucked, Doll. Are you my good girl?" Lucius asked demandingly.
"Yes, Master, I'm your good girl. I'll always be your good girl!" she promised enthusiastically.
He didn't hesitate before plunging into her pussy, causing a shuddering yip to leave her at the suddenness of his intrusion. "Yes, gods yes!" she praised as a guttural noise of appreciation left Lucius.
"Fuck you feel good, baby girl," he told her before adjusting himself better on his knees, so he could up the pace. The way her body was angled made her already tight passage impossibly tighter. He fucked her hard and fast for a couple minutes, making her come hard just before pulling out of her with no warning. She shouted her protest, which earned her two more shocks before he let his wand clatter to the floor.
He moved up her body and straddled her chest, his knees digging into her armpits. Hermione opened her mouth automatically for him without being asked and he grinned maniacally at her. Pushing the flared head of his cock past her lips, he sighed deeply when she sucked him into the back of her throat. Lucius grasped the back of her neck with both hands and started to fuck her face, pausing here and there to let her catch her breath or stay her gag reflex.
"You are such a good little cock sucker, my pretty slut, aren't you?" he goaded and flashed teeth at her when he felt her hum of agreement. He pulled his length out of her mouth and tilted his pelvis until his bollocks were suffocating her. Fuck, he loved how he didn't even have to direct her anymore. She automatically knew to suckle them and use her tongue to massage his perineum. When her body jerked with the need for breath, he pulled back, let her gasp in air, and then shoved his cock back into her mouth.
He stroked a few times before grasping the headboard and moving into a squatting position. After letting her breathe one last time, he shoved his prick down her throat and started fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy. "Take it all!" he commanded as he came with a shout, continuing to slide deliciously in and out of the ring of muscles at the back of her throat.
The moment the last spurt left him, he pulled back and stood above her before shakily moving to the edge of the bed and sinking down into a seated position. He gasped in air and forced his heartrate to slow while he listened to her swallowing hard, trying to clear her throat. She was quiet after a time, and when his breathing returned to normal, he summoned the vibe a second time.
Lucius tucked the vibe between her thighs, the pressure of the position kept it focused right over her clit. He turned it on and she moaned and began panting erratically. He left the vibe to its own devices and positioned himself so he was sitting next to her, so they could watch each other carefully.
Hermione figured out what was going to happen the second before his large, smooth palm covered her mouth and nose. He held her whisky eyes with his grey, his lips turned up in a gentle smirk. Her eyes fluttered as the vibe brought her nearer and nearer to her next climax. She pulled in a deep breath when he released her only to let it out on a startled gasp when he slapped her face gently, but firmly, multiple times before covering her airway again. Her body squirmed and the tightening in her core intensified until it broke just as her vision darkened from lack of air.
Again, his hand was gone, and she sucked in oxygen as her climax wracked her body, causing her to pull at all her restraints. She tried to shy away from the vibe, which had slipped away clit with her writhing, but Lucius did not allow it. He pushed it back into place and held it with one hand as his other covered her face again. His eyes locked to hers a second time. His expression was intense, and his eyes were filled with deep emotion and affection.
Hermione felt as though she were suspended in time and she absentmindedly recognized her immersion into subspace. Before she even knew it, another climax ripped through her and she didn't even remember Lucius allowing her to breathe before a new one was building all over again. For the second time that night, she lost count of how many times he pulled an orgasm out of her. She registered continued breath play and more face slapping, but the next time she was fully aware was when she found herself curled against Lucius' chest while he massaged cream into the red rings around her wrists.
His voice rumbled low in his chest and, even though she couldn't make out the words quite yet, she knew he was praising and soothing her. After an undetermined amount of time, she tipped her head up. She was completely knackered, and was about to tell him so, but the intense darkness of his lust filled eyes filled her belly with need all over again.
"Can you sit up?" he asked her.
"Yes, Master," she answered automatically before using his chest as leverage to move into a seated position.
"Good girl," he said softly before kissing her head and getting off the bed. He fetched her more water after drinking a bottle himself and let her rest while he prepared the next scene.
Lucius was feeling odd. His chest ached with something he couldn't quite define. He was a mix of pride, love, lust, and many other emotions, however, something was happening that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Hermione was watching him expectantly when he turned around and he noted her eager expression. If he had counted correctly, he had made her come eleven times thus far. It wasn't their record, but it was getting close. He, himself, was ready to go again, his cock standing proud and straight from his body as he observed her. "Come." He crooked a finger at her and she stood, stumbling slightly on her trembling legs. When she was positioned in front of him, he spun her so that her back was to his front.
Using his wand, Lucius tied her arms into the same Wait position as their first scene of the evening before encircling her breasts again. He then looped the ropes down to encircle both thighs at the juncture of her pelvis. This left three ropes shaped like a triangle coming off her, one from each hip and one from the middle of her back, that he directed to the ceiling to secure themselves. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yes, Master."
He poked his wand hard at the ceiling, raising her until her body was suspended at just the right height before turning his attention to each of her ankles. He laced them with rope as well before adding their excess to the ceiling, pulling her into a swinging spread eagle position.
When next he caught her eye, he grinned. Her heated gaze was bright with excitement and her plump lips were parted, her tongue dancing out occasionally to wet the bottom pillow enticingly. "Are you enjoying yourself, love?" he teased while stepping between her splayed thighs.
"More than you can imagine, Master," she answered with a sweet smile. Hermione's gaze dropped longingly to his lips before raising back to meet his eyes. It was an obvious bid to be kissed and he did so hungrily. Gripping her waist in both hands, he slid his cock teasingly through her folds, stimulating her so she moaned wantonly into his kisses.
Lucius chuckled against her mouth when she rolled her hips, trying to guide him inside of her. "No, no, my dear. It will not be that easy," he tormented laughingly. He stimulated himself by pumping his prick a few more times through the folds of her sex before stepping away and wandlessly summoning a small leather strap. He reached the end of one of her lovely legs and gripped her heel in one hand while leering at her. Large eyes were watching him apprehensively. She was not super fond of foot play, but it wasn't a limit for her. Her feet were very sensitive, and Lucius loved the way she squirmed and set her body swinging in the air when he started tapping gently with the strap on the arch of her foot.
Crack! He slapped her foot firmly, right over the arch, causing her whole body to tense and jerk as she screamed, "Fuck!" before hissing loudly. He started tapping immediately following the crack. She whimpered and then gritted her teeth in anticipation for the next blow.
He landed four strikes to the sole of each foot before turning his attention to her backside. He chose a longer, more flexible strap. "Ten smacks, love," he told her, his voice full of desire. "After every hit I want you to count and say 'Slytherin in the best Hogwarts house', do you understand?"
The silence that followed was so absolute, he almost laughed even though he couldn't see what he was sure was a stunned look on her face. Slowly he rounded her and, sure enough, he caught wide eyes and parted lips.
When he started laughing aloud, her lips pulled down into a mock frown and she spoke very firmly above his chortles. "Master, are you asking me to lie?" Her voice was teasing and light. They both knew she would say it to please him, but not without a bit of a fight and a possible threat.
"Doll," he told her warningly, "you are the one who was unable to follow your instructions earlier. I told you I would continue your humiliation, being you had not yet learned your lesson."
Hermione studied him, his face was smooth and serious, but the sparkle in his eyes made her heart leap. She would do anything for him, he need only ask. "As you wish, Master," she sighed.
The first crack was light, a glancing blow that barely stung, but warmed her arse nicely. "One. Slytherin is the best Hogwarts house," she muttered petulantly, knowing it would not be good enough.
She was correct. "Louder…with more…conviction, love," he goaded. Crack!
She grunted. "Two! Slytherin is the best Hogwarts house!"
"Much better, now add some passion," he ribbed. Crack!
"THREE! Slytherin is the best Hogwarts house!"
"Excellent! Keep it up, and I'll eat you out so good when we're all done, baby girl. I want you to come all over my face." Crack!
The number four was much harder than the last three and she shouted out on a groan, "Fuck! Four! Slytherin IS THE BEST HOGWARTS HOUSE, MASTER!" Fuck lying, fuck being embarrassed. Fuck Lucius Malfoy and his idea of fun and humiliation. All she wanted was to make sure his face was buried between her thighs when her spanking was complete.
Less than three minutes later, her blond God was on his knees, praying at her alter. He strummed her clit with his tongue, sucked and nibbled at her pussy lips, and fucked her dripping cunt with his fingers until she detonated around them, screaming her devotion to him as her juices sluiced down his hand and wrist before dripping off his elbow.
Then he was in her, and she surrounded him as he fucked her pussy so hard she could feel him in her stomach. She had barely come down from her last high before he was throwing her off the cliff all over again. She literally growled her release while he held her tightly in his arms as he fucked her through her orgasm. She cried out when he pulled away a moment later, but barely had time to register the loss before he was clipping something little and vibrating to her clit before spinning her and ramming into her mons again from behind.
He pulled and twisted and slapped her nipples while he pounded away inside her. For the third time that night, she lost count of how many orgasms he caused as she screamed and groaned incoherently through each and every one of them.
In the end, Lucius was almost mindless as he came with her. He jerked his hips through their combined orgasm and had the peace of mind to slip the vibrating clit clamp off her, so her body could calm. He stayed buried in her and held her to him while she remained suspended, her back to his front, while his world came back around him.
When it did, his stomach dropped. Suddenly, he realized why he had felt so off before they started their third scenario.
She had been beyond perfect tonight.
There was nothing left to teach her.
Anything she had left to learn, could be learned with Snape. She had all the basics she needed.
It was time to let her go.
Silently, he dropped his forehead to the back of her head and pressed gentle kisses to the split between her two plaits. His arms tightened of their own accord and she mewled in loss when his rapidly softening member slipped from her sheath. This would be the last time he would be with her as her Master. Depending upon how Snape wanted to proceed with her as his submissive, it might be the last time he ever got to be with her – the end.
He took a step back and numbly released the ties on her ankles, letting them drop carefully to the floor. He gave her the support of his body again as he lowered the bonds that surrounded her thighs and upper body. She leaned heavily on him when he vanished all traces of their bondage scene. Sensing her inability to walk, he swept her up bridal style and carried her to the cushy davenport on the opposite side of the room.
Lucius went through the motions of her aftercare, murmuring the normal, nonsensical praises he frequently did when they had such an incredible evening. All the while he was trying to figure out when to do it. Selfishly, he wanted to wait. He could tell her at Sunday dinner? Tell her that it would be their last week. That way he could have two more sessions with her before he would end their contract at their following Sunday dinner.
That's what he wanted, but he feared that if he put it off, even a measly week, he would never do it. He would want to keep her. He did want to keep her. Always. He needed to rip off the Spell-O-Tape, so to speak.
"Are you all right, Master?" Hermione's voice was tentative and he met her pretty doe eyes, startled out of his thoughts.
"I am…I am fine, my dear," he lied. "I have some wonderful news for you."
For some reason dread filled Hermione with those words, and she was unsure why it was suddenly hard to look him in the eyes. She forced herself to meet his gaze unwaveringly. "What's that, Master?"
"You have finished your training, love," he told her with a gentle smile. A smile that only he knew was forced. "I am releasing you from your contract."
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission