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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 Five
“Why, Miss Granger. What a delightful surprise.” His grin was turning predatory, and he knew it. He could bloody care less if she was a good submissive or not, he wanted to scene with her. It would be utterly delicious to correct any poor behavior. As long as he got to touch that gorgeous skin of hers. Perhaps even fuck her. He felt his manhood start to stiffen and he invaded her personal space all the more, giving her a triumphant smirk when he saw her eyes darken with lust before quickly moving away from his face.
“I’m glad you think so, Mr. Malfoy.” She gave a bit of a start when a warm hand settled on the small of her back and she pulled away from him.
“Sir, I mean no disrespect, but you are not my Dom. You should not be touching me without my permission.”
He didn’t bother to hide his impressed look. “You’re well taught, Miss Granger. May I ask how long you’ve been part of the lifestyle?”
“A day, sir,” she answered in a cool, but respectful tone. He snorted and she gave him a small grin. Hermione Granger, ladies and gentlemen. And she thinks she can be a submissive? With that, he watched as she started to move away from him, walking slowly through the room. Eyes roaming everywhere as she took in everything she could at once.
An eyebrow rose again, but he followed her. His curiosity peeked even higher. He followed a couple of steps behind her, watching her observe their peers through lowered lashes. Her breathing had changed, coming in shorter puffs. Her eyes had darkened with what he was sure was lust and intrigue.
“I can’t imagine how hard it is to keep everything cleaned around here,” she murmured, turning her face to him as they watched the cat girl’s bum turn from pink to brick red as she moaned wantonly. Her juices were saturating the bench she was strapped to. He was delighted Granger had noticed.
“Everything is charmed,” he said simply. “When instruments are put back on the shelving units or hooks, they clean magically. Any body fluids are absorbed by a magical evenesco that is charmed into every surface, no matter where they land. Unless they land on your person, that is. We also employ a handful of house elves who disinfect the entire club during the day”

She didn’t reply to him, but absorbed what he said with a slow nod, her eyes focused on something across the room before she started moving again. He followed, not saying a word. She paused for a very long time to watch two witches being flogged as they bent over the back of a couch. He didn’t miss the way she trailed the fingers of one hand up the opposite arm and across her shoulder and collar bones. He moved in for another strike. He stepped up behind her, close enough for her to feel the length of his body and his heat without actually touching her before he placed his lips a breath away from her ear.
“You’re interested in this the most, I think, Miss Granger. The slow build. The excitement. Watch how the blonde’s hips are rolling. She’s incredibly turned on, don’t you think? Do you see how wet her pussy is?” His mouth curled into a smile when she let out a shuddering breath, leaning back until she was even closer to him. Her arms crossed her torso, cupping her breasts from beneath. He watched with approval as her thumbs brushed her arms, giving herself some stimulation. “I am an excellent flogger, Miss Granger. I was serious before when I told you I wished to see more of your beautiful skin. Consent to a scene with me.”
They fell into a silence, but Lucius was not concerned. Her breathing had become slow and deep and she did not move away from him. Their bodies were so close to touching he could feel the heat radiating off her. His prick hardened more. Finally…finally, he saw her nod. One short, jerky motion.
His heart leapt and he brought his lips close to her ear again. “That was a yes? You had better tell me properly. Use your words like a good girl.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured. He could feel her tremble, it did wonderful things for him.
“Follow me.” He rumbled before moving away from her and striding through the dungeon gathering space with a purpose. He grabbed a flogger as he walked past one rack, a pair of leather cuffs as he strode past another. He heard her gasp of surprise when he picked up a length of rope and a blindfold from another shelving unit. He didn’t turn to look at her. He would make sure she was comfortable with his plans before he trussed her up.
He reached the hall with private rooms and made for one he knew held a leather bench and a nice sized davenport, grateful to see it wasn’t in use. He ushered her in before closing and sealing the door behind him, effectively letting anyone who would come looking that the room was occupied. He dropped his supplies on the small table by the door before turning to stare at the Gryffindor girl intently.
“Take this,” he said after a moment and reached into a small cupboard that was positioned above the table. It was a small blue vial.
“What is it?” she asked curiously, watching as he pulled out an identical vial and threw it back quickly before tossing it into a small trash can.
“Sober up.” He said. “Never drink and scene. It inhibits senses and can be dangerous.”
“Oh!” She was surprised. She popped the cork and drank quickly. A few minutes later, her mind was dangerously clear. She had been a bit more intoxicated then she had realized. No, she hadn’t really touched that second glass of wine, but she had drunk a few glasses of wine earlier in the evening with her friends. She turned startled eyes to Lucius.
“Ah,” he smiled softly. “I wondered if you were a bit buzzed. Do you still wish to have a scene?”
She thought about that as he removed the vial from her hand and deposited it in the garbage. She was more nervous now, but she hadn’t changed her mind. “Yes, sir, I do.” It was a firm answer.
His grin smoothed into a serious expression and he slowly started stalking forward. He watched her eyes widen, relished the slight touch of uncertainty in them as he backed her into a corner, his hands coming up to splay on the wall on either side of her head. He pushed himself closer to her, his lips stopping centimeters from hers. She let out a low gasp that made his erection stiffen further.
“Your safewords?” he asked, needing to get the formalities underway.
“Yellow and red, sir.”
“Slow and stop?”
“Yes, sir.” She raised her lips, trying to meet his, he backed away, smirking. She wanted a kiss, did she?
“You saw the items I chose?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do any breech your limits?”
“No, sir. Not that I am aware of, anyhow.”
“I had not initially planned to scene tonight, or I would not have had the glass of whiskey.”
“I didn’t really think about the alcohol, I’m grateful you brought it up, sir.”
“In the future, if you plan to play you shouldn’t drink. If you don’t plan to play and things change, just ask for a sober up. They’re kept in the cabinets in the private rooms. Bartenders and security guards always have some on their person. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I realize you’re very new at this, so we will work together. I swear to you, I am not here to scare you away.”
“I understand, sir.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He brushed his nose against hers and her eyelids fluttered. “Now. I find your mouth utterly captivating, and I wish to kiss you.” She groaned softly and he took that as the affirmation he needed. He kissed her then, dropping his hands to her hips and pulling them into his. His cock digging into her soft belly. She met his lips with an enthusiasm he wouldn’t have thought possible for such a tightly wound individual.
He kept the kiss fairly chaste, a bit of open mouth, but no tongue. He lifted one hand to tangle in her mass of curls, yanking her head back forcefully exposing her neck. Her whimper of approval shot through him, setting the blood rushing in his veins into overdrive. He sunk his teeth into her creamy skin and elicited another gasp, her fingers shot up to entwine in his shirt, her nails biting into the skin of his chest. He spun and pushed her away from him.
“Strip.” He commanded. He had expected her to be shy, she was not. The corset came off immediately, revealing breasts that were so perfectly beautiful that Aphrodite herself would have shed tears. It dropped unceremoniously to the ground. She toed off her slippers before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her skin-tight pants and dragging them over her hips, revealing a pair of lace knickers in Slytherin green. He clenched his teeth to keep in visceral snarl of approval. Holy Gods, her body was beautiful. She kicked her pants away and was about to return to remove her knickers when he stopped her with a shake of his head.
“Undress me,” he commanded. She appeared shocked for a split second before a triumphant look crossed her face and she closed the few feet in between them. Her tiny hands immediately went to the top button of his shirt, working them quickly before smoothing it off his shoulders to drop to the floor. He marveled at her bravery. She hadn’t hesitated with a single one of his questions or commands. He knew he was an intimidating man, he knew their history most likely made her trust in him shaky at best. She was astounding him more and more as the minutes passed. His belt was now on the floor and she squatted to help him step out of his shoes, also removing his socks.
She stood, her hands coming back to the placket of his trousers, but his hands covered hers. “Not yet, Doll.” He directed.
She stopped immediately, her hands dropping. She raised her eyes to his. “Yes, sir.” She stated properly. If it wasn’t for the glittering of her lovely caramel eyes and the way her body was trembling, he would have thought her indifferent to the whole situation. He felt momentarily confused at her quick acceptance of his directive. It was good…very good.
“Go to the bench and bend over it. Put your hands behind your back.”
Her watched her pupils blow wide with desire and almost groaned aloud. Fucking hell. It was all that he could think as she followed his orders perfectly.
She was high on her tip toes in order to bend over the bench, so he flicked his wand at it to adjust the height so her feet were flat on the floor. “Thank you, sir,” she murmured shyly, he could see a small smile curve her face. He came up on her left and pulled her hair to one side.
“I wish to be able to see your face, Doll.” He explained. Then he summoned the leather cuffs and ropes which soared through the air and landed in his palms with a slight thwack. Quickly, he cuffed her wrists together at the small of her back. Then he knelt behind her. “Spread your legs, wide as you can. I wish to see that pussy wide open.”
Oh my God. Hermione felt another wave of heat wash over her face. She would never understand why the embarrassment and humiliation turned her on so much. She compared her feelings and reactions last night. She was aroused, most definitely. Her connection with Lucius was lovely. She was excited and anticipatory, but some of the intensity she had shared with Snape the night before was missing. I wondered why that is?

Pushing her thoughts aside, she did as he asked and gasped aloud when she felt him roll her panties down and off her feet before tying her ankles to the outside of the bench’s legs. Then he was standing next her, coiling the rope around her lower back, securing her to the bench. She couldn’t move. Her heart was trying to escape from her ribcage, she knew her knickers must have been absolutely drenched when he removed them. Oh, my God. It seemed to be the only thought in her head.
“Tell me how you’re doing, Doll.” His voice was a soft command, rough with desire.

Oh, Gods, this is so bloody hot. “Excited, sir.” She answered him with full honesty, letting out a whimper when he smoothed his hands over her backside and down the backs of her thighs.
“You look marvelous all tied up like this.” Her told her. “I was planning on using the blindfold, but I think I’d prefer to see your eyes. Does this please you?”
“Whatever pleases you, pleases me, sir.” There was a moment of heavy silence and Hermione attempted to look at him, wondering if she had said it wrong.
He was astounded at her response. Was she like this for Snape last night? How in Merlin’s name did he turn this down a second time? Why had he declined to introduce her around?
Lucius knew if she continued like this, he’d be begging her to train under him. She was exquisite. “I very much liked that answer, Miss Granger.” His voice was even thicker than moments before and heavy with pleasure, she glowed with pride.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered.
“I will begin.”
“Yes, sir.” She took a deep steadying breath and felt her eyes flutter shut. Blood was still racing euphorically through her body.
The first hit of the flogger was feather light, but drew a gasp of surprise from her anyway. It tapped her bum on the left, then the right, then worked its way down one thigh and up the other. She hummed her approval in the back of her throat. So far, so very, very good.
Lucius watched her through heavy lidded eyes, relishing every twitch and gasp he pulled from her delectable body. Gods, she’s stunning, and so in control. Let’s see if she can maintain it. The next blow hit harder, the low moan that ripped from her as the next blow hit just as hard went straight to his groin. His respirations sped and he settled into a familiar routine.
He hadn’t lied when he had told her he was good at flogging. He was actually sought out for his flogging technique by witches and wizards alike. It was an empowering skill. He continued to work her silently for a time, raising the intensity bit by bit until he felt he was striking her at about a six out of ten. She was starting to sound like a back-alley whore, and he was so hard he was afraid his erection was going to break off in his trousers. He stifled a snort of amusement. I wonder if she’ll let me fuck her? Most likely not.
She was tied so tightly to the bench, she could barely move. She was definitely unable to roll her hips or seek any kind of friction for the ache between her thighs. Her nipples were like small stones pressed into the leather bench. There was no relief for those, either. She felt it when he upped the intensity another notch, bringing her numb bum and thighs back to life with the change of pace. She cried out softly, a small sob escaping, feeling tears form at the corner of her eyes. This was seriously intense. While it was a very different intensity then she’d had with Snape, it was still powerfully overwhelming – in a good way. The feelings were unlike any she had ever had before. Primitive noises escaped her without her permission, her upper back arched. She was becoming absolutely desperate, and when the force of the blows upped again, she cried out.
“Oh, Gods!” She panted. “Please, sir!” She wasn’t sure what she was begging for.
He let out a low chuckle, but did not speak. They had been silent up until then, other than his grunts of exertion and her soft gasps and moans.
The strikes of the flogger started to concentrate of the fleshy swell of her behind, switching back and forth between the two as he kicked up the power behind them even more. She felt a sob strangle through a lump in her throat, but was nowhere near using either of her safewords. She needed this, wanted it. It was exhilarating. Then, the damn broke, the tears coming without pause. They slipped onto the bench, pooled in the corner of the eye facing up before they slid down, off the tip of her nose.
He noticed the change immediately and relished in her full submission. Giving herself over to tears for him was a sweet reward, but he didn’t want to push her over the edge. He had no idea how close (if she was close at all) she might be to using either of her safewords, so he started backing off. Decreasing the force of his blows after every six strikes. Her breathing finally slowed and evened out when he was at about a five, he watched the tension in her face drain away. The tears had stopped, she looked drugged.
He began to put more and more seconds and less and less intensity between each hit. Then, without warning, he reangled the flogger to gently flop across her sex. Her moan came out low and long. He started talking, keeping his voice low and husky. “I will bring you to climax like this, Miss Granger,” he told her calmly. She groaned again as the hits stayed gentle, but started to come at a quicker pace.
Hermione’s mind was whirring, but she could grasp no coherent thoughts. She was beyond turned on. Her bum and thighs were on fire, there was no way she would be able to sit for at least a week. She found that she didn’t care. She just wanted him to keep doing that…oh, gods. Her climax was swelling quickly, to be honest she had been close to the edge for quite a while. Another stroke and she gasped and tried to writhe.
“Please, sir!” It was a request, an admission. She was begging, pleading. “I’m so close, sir!”
“What do you need?” His voice was strained with his arousal and she panted as he struck again and again and again.
“Ooooh, Merlin,” she whispered. Her voice was soft, her breath still coming in short pants. “Oh, Gods. I don’t know…” The words came out on a groan.
“What do you need, Miss Granger!” It was a demand this time.
“I need to please you, sir!” She almost shouted it, she was standing at the edge of her orgasm, teetering at the top.
There was a stutter in his actions. “Fuck!” She heard him mutter, and absently wondered if she had said something wrong, before the flogger struck her clit again. She keened, feeling empty, but alive.
“It would please me to know what you need, Miss Granger.” Where the hell did she learn all this? She’s disarmed me multiple times tonight. It’s like she’s subbed for years!
“I need you to fuck me, sir!” It was ripped from her lips without her permission, and she felt her entire body flush with embarrassment at her lustful display. She froze, her heart skipping in her chest as a stream of expletives fell from his lips. She heard the clatter of the flogger hitting the ground, then a zipper and a guttural groan of relief only moments before he was slamming himself into her from behind. She climaxed immediately, her body chaffing at the bindings that held her in place with the force of her jerk of surprise.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She cried out, desperate to move back against him as he pounded through her orgasm. “Oh, Gods sir. Yes, yes, yes!” She was almost sobbing again.
“Good girl.” She barely heard him whisper over the sound of blood rushing in her ears. She was dizzy with her high, when she felt her hands come loose, she was confused before she realized he’d released her magically. He pulled out of her and she protested the loss with a vehement snarl.
He scooped her off the bench with a chortle that sent a fresh wave of excitement through her quim. The next thing she knew, he was picking her up by the bum and slamming her against the nearest wall. Her head knocked hard and a gasp of surprised pain left her lips and then she was beyond caring as he thrust himself back into her. “I want to watch you while I fuck you,” he ground out through gritted teeth. They were almost eye to eye, he had her just a little higher than him.
“Yes!” she gasped, angling her hips to receive him fully. By the Gods, he was well endowed. She could feel every thick inch of him as he rammed into her savagely. She gasped and grunted, feeling her arousal go from zero to ninety in two point two seconds. “Oh, sir. Fuck, yes!”
“You are delicious, Doll. Absolutely perfect.”
“Uhhhnngg!” Was all she could manage; her head fell back against the wall. He took the opportunity to ravage her throat and collar bones, nipping and sucking. Her back arched even harder. “Oh, Merlin!” she cried out. “I’m going to come again! May I come again?” Her exclamation was urgent and her request was stimulating, his hips whipped faster against her, knocking her bum hard against the wall. She didn’t even notice the pain of her tender backside hitting the cool plaster.
“You had better come again, Miss Granger. Shite, your pussy is so hot I feel like I’m fucking a volcano. Come. Now.”
She wasn’t sure how they did that. Snape had done the same thing. Apparently rough movements and deep voices demanding she come did it for her, because after a few more strokes she did just that, exploding around him, shouting his praises in a raspy voice, her vocal chords shredded with her screaming vocalizations. She would be surprised if she didn’t leave gouges on his shoulders where her nails bit into his skin.
“Such a good girl,” he ground out as he felt her body go slack against him. She would be his death. This could not be a onetime experience for him. He wanted her again as soon as he recovered. He slipped out of her and carefully set her to the floor, she watched in fascination as his hand came down to grip his more than adequately sized cock and he started to pump himself. Her eyes went wide – she had never watched a man masturbate before. His cock was beautiful and thick, not as long as she had thought…but the girth must have made up for that. The head was purple, the veins standing out. He was obviously very hard, it looked painful.
“On your knees, Miss Granger. I’m going to come all over those perfect breasts of yours.” She made some sort of surprised sound of agreement before quickly sinking to her knees. Her legs were trembling violently. “Put your hands behind your head, push your tits out.” She did as he directed, watching him wank with hungry eyes. His other hand came down to cup his balls and she moaned at how turned on this made her. Gods, she could so come again. How in the world was she ready to start all over? He let out a grunt that pulled her eyes up to him and her breath caught. He was watching her with an intensity that stole her air, his face contorted with that delectable look of pained pleasure. Then his head dropped back as a visceral snarl left his chest and a stream of thick, white come hit her chin. It was hot and smelled of sex and heat and man and she moaned as the next string hit her right breast, dousing her pebbled nipple.
“Suck me. Use only your mouth, no hands,” he ordered harshly and she didn’t think twice, leaning forward to clean his cock with her tongue and lips with morbid enthusiasm. His hands sunk into her hair, gently holding her in place while she lapped at his rapidly softening erection. She kept her hands behind her neck. After a couple of minutes, he grasped her under her arms and pulled her up roughly, his own ejaculation smearing between their bodies as his lips crashed down on hers.
She welcomed the intimate kiss, opening her mouth wide to taste him when he demanded entrance with his tongue. He scooped her up into his arms again and moved to sit them both on the couch, never letting her mouth go. He settled her knees on the outside of each of his thighs so she was straddling him and hummed as she wound her arms around his neck, her fingers gently playing with his hair, pressing her breasts into his chest. He kept one arm wrapped around her back, but moved the other to grasp the side of her face, slowly, languidly ending their kiss as he brushed a cheek bone with the pad of his thumb.
Their eyes met and locked, both panting with their efforts. They remained wrapped in each other’s arms. “You are…an exquisite surprise, Miss Granger.” He finally said after an intense few moments of eyes contact. He loved that she blushed, her cheeks going dark pink.
“May I take that to mean you are pleased, sir?” He searched her face, finding no sign that she was fishing for compliments. Her question was sincere, she wanted his honesty.
“More than pleased, Doll. You far outstripped my expectations.” She ducked her head, obviously delighted with his words. Her bottom lip disappeared into her mouth and he growled, using his nose to nuzzle her face back up before removing her offending teeth with his own, nibbling the pouty piece of glistening skin. She let out a soft sigh, sinking deeper into his embrace and opening for his skilled attack on her mouth. He left her mouth to trail a line of kisses across her jaw to her ear, taking the delicate lobe between his teeth to suck and caress with his tongue. Another delicious sigh left her.
Oh, this is nice. It was nice, but her mind drifted to another set of lips and teeth, ones that left a trail of blazing fire in their wake. She needed to find that feeling again. While this had been incredible, that had been so much more.
Unaware to her internal musing, Lucius was struggling with a thought, himself. He hadn’t done this in many, many years. “Miss Granger, are you looking for a Dominant?”
The question caught her by surprise and she straightened, putting a little space between their bodies. “I am sir, do you know of any who may be looking to train a new Submissive?”
“I do,” he said, his voice was carefully guarded and she cocked her head to the side, watching him curiously. “Me.”
Her mouth popped open in surprise and he sidetracked her by moving in for another kiss. She granted him access, but he sensed her distraction and pulled back after only a few short seconds.
“I have surprised you.” It was a statement.
“Yes, sir,” she admitted with wide eyes that dropped as she felt his cock twitch. It appeared he was growing hard again. Her mouth went dry as her arousal returned. You just bloody came twice, you are not horny again! She chided herself internally.
“Please tell me what you’re thinking.”
She took a deep breath and answered him honestly. Damn, she wasn’t used to all this intimate candor, but found it refreshing. “This was unbelievably incredible,” she said softly, unable to meet his gaze. “I have to be honest in telling you I have not received many orgasms from my partners over the years.”
“How many is not many?”
Her cheeks pinked again and he smoothed the blush with his fingers. Her skin was incredibly soft. “Three happened last night, two tonight, giving me a total of eight.” His fingers froze and his jaw dropped unbecomingly.
“Tell me that’s not true.”
She snorted. “The look on Master Snape’s face was quite similar to yours, sir. I could almost hear him calling my past partners dunderheads.” She gave a quiet chortle that seemed to have gone straight to his cock – she felt it swell even more against her low belly. This just made her excited again.
“Anyway, sir,” she dropped her eyes again. She was worried about hurting his feelings. This was Lucius Malfoy, though, yes? Ego to spare, right? “I’m hesitant to pick a Dominant just yet. My two scenes have been incredible, but I wish to experience a bit more.”
“If Snape were willing to train you, what would you say to him?” Lucius had a feeling he knew the answer, he had seen it in her eyes. I knew something happened. He was way too crabby tonight. Even for him.
“I wish to decline to answer that, sir.”
“Miss Granger.” A note of amused warning rang out. She sighed.
“It was…very intense, sir. I don’t know how to describe it. It was like nothing like…anything.”
He nodded, a slow smirk crossing his face.
“I see.”
“I am sorry, sir. Can I think about your offer?”
“Of course you can, Miss Granger. I would be honored to train you if you so choose.” His words were sincere and he felt a warmth in his chest when she smiled at him, her eyes sparkling.
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome Miss Granger.” He dropped another light kiss to her lips before patting her bum lightly. “Let’s get dressed and I’ll give you the upper floor tour.”
“Yes, sir.”
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission