Rules and Regulations | By : tsorg Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 26026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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“Tell me again,” he whispered hoarsely as he continued to push himself across her dampening flesh. His hands preventing her from angling onto him; he knew exactly what he was doing to her and intended to use it to his full advantage.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” she whispered desperately.
“That’s my good girl.” He pulled her closer and slowly pushed himself into her tight, wet heat. She gasped and he hissed as he slowly but surely embedded himself fully within her.
Goddess, he was so very large. His thickness seeming to expand within her. She felt as if she would burst apart with the pleasure beginning to build low in her body. He slid his hand over her mons, his fingers pulling gently on the soft tight curls; she arched up at the pleasure and pain he created with his soft tugs. His hand moved down further and his fingers sought and found her swollen clit. He began to circle then pinch the sensitized flesh. Hermione moaned as he played her body expertly, bringing her ever closer to the edge. He grasped her hand with his and pushed her hand over her mons and clit until her fingers pressed against his cock. Electric desire shot through her as she felt his cock with her fingertips slide in and out of her cunt. White stars seemed to dance behind her eyes as the pressure continue to build and mount; wicked sensations of pleasure coursed through her, pushing her ever higher. Her eyes closed as she felt herself begin to spasm, gods, she was so close. He thrust into her over and over. Her body tensed and she cried out as his cock seemed to swell as he plunged into her with short, fast strokes.
He gave a guttural groan, and she felt his cock jerk inside her, each movement making her clench. “Oh, Gods,” she whispered. Her mind had gone out of focus.
“Now, Hermione, come for me,” he growled as he moved in and out of her. He could feel her begin to clench around him, she was warm, wet velvet pulsating around him and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. She cried out as her pleasure peaked and within seconds Lucius followed her, groaning against her neck. The warmth of his breath caused shivers to dance along her spine.
They lay silent, sated. He slid one hand to cup a breast and the other pressed against her mons, drawing her close against him until he spooned her once more. Hermione cuddled herself further against him and found her eyelids growing heavy. She drifted, lulled back into sleep by the warmth of his body; she felt so satiated and languid. A small smile tugged at her lips as she remembered her surrender to him. 'Funny,' she thought to herself, she was sure she would panic when rational thought returned to her but all she wanted to do was enjoy the feel of his body pressed against hers, the scent of his skin, the warmth of his arms. “I could get used to this,” she thought as darkness engulfed her.
She opened her eyes once again and sat up. Sunlight streamed in through her window and she found herself quite alone in her bed. Emotions warred within her. She wasn’t sure whether she was pleased or disheartened that she was in bed and he was no longer there. She lay back; listening to the rain fall then realized it wasn’t rain but the sound of her shower. She sat up again and her eyes travelled to the bathroom door. Hermione saw wisps of steam rolling through the gap between the door and the floor. She jumped out of the bed to peek in a mirror. Goddess, she looked a fright, her hair tousled to curly-crazy oblivion and her eyes swollen with sleep. She heard the shower spray stop and she dove for the bed. She flung the blankets over her head. Oh good Gaia, he’d see her, she didn’t want him to see her in the light of day. She never thought she looked her best first thing in the morning. Perhaps if she pretended to sleep he’d leave then she could dive into the shower and make herself somewhat presentable. Cowardly she knew and she rolled her eyes in irritation with herself for this need of vanity because of him. Hermione heard the door open and closed her eyes feigning sleep.
"Good morning, pet."
Hermione willed herself not to squirm as she heard the buttery soft richness of his voice and she squeezed her eyes together more tightly. “Go away, go away,” she mentally willed. With her luck she probably had morning breath too.
"I know you're not asleep, you may as well come out from under those covers."
Hermione tried to follow his voice around the room. His footsteps almost silent as he crossed the room to the chair where his clothes lay folded. She could hear him slip into his pants.
"Hermione, when you are truly asleep you have this peculiar tendency to breath and your chest rises and falls unlike now. I'll give you one more chance to say good morning to me properly."
Hermione lowered the covers enough for him to see her eyes. "Good morning," she squeaked, her voice muffled by the blankets.
"Pray tell me, why are you hiding from me this morning?"
She decided on telling him the truth. "I look horrible in the morning, Lucius. You can just be on your way and I’ll see you later," she said in a low voice.
Lucius smirked and walked over to the bed. He sat down next to where she lay. He grabbed hold of the blanket and pulled it away from her face. “Is that so?” he asked in a smooth silky voice.
Lucius pulled the blankets even lower, slowly revealing her inch by bare inch. She couldn’t bear it. Hermione dropped her eyes; she couldn’t bear to see the look of disappointment in his eyes as he gazed down at her body and she was sure he would be disappointed, how could he not be? Lucius lifted her chin with his forefinger so she was forced to look into his silvery gray eyes.
"Never, ever, hide from me." His voice was stern then it softened. "Why would you think you look horrible in the morning?"
Hermione shrugged then bit her lower lip; she was passable at best no great beauty, she was quite sure she was not what he was accustomed to. Lucius ran his thumb across her cheek then pulled her lip out from under her teeth and stroked the worried flesh.
“We will work on this perception you have of yourself, little one. You are beautiful. Morning, noon, and night. Don't you ever hide your beauty from me."
Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise, “You think I’m beautiful?”
Lucius raised one eyebrow, his expression as haughty as ever. “I never say things I don’t mean, pet.”
She shook her head and took a shuddery breath, then swiped at a lone tear that slid down her face. He thought she was beautiful; no one had ever told her that before. She shook her head slightly bemused. “Why me?” she finally voiced.
He raised a hand and cupped her cheek, tipping her head back so he could see her face. "Why not you?”
“Lucius, I don’t exactly run in your league. Besides I’m a mud…”
Lucius quickly reached down and grabbed hold of her shoulders and gave her a small shake, “You will not apply such a vulgar term to yourself unless you’d like to find yourself across my knee.”
Hermione snorted, “You do recall the side of the war you fought on don’t you, Mr. Malfoy?”
“I don’t care for your tone, young lady. I’m happy to debate with you but have a care with how you speak to me.”
Hermione gave him a look of pure disdain, better than he’d ever seen on any pureblooded witch’s face and his lips quirked and his voice softened, “I held a stance at one time that almost cost me the lives of my wife and son. Ideals are well and good until death is on the line. Your perceptions change when what you value most becomes threatened.”
They looked long and hard at one another and she finally asked again, “Why me?”
”Because you are quite tender, very stubborn, rule-obsessed and you need me quite badly.”
What he didn’t say but she could see so clearly was Lucius Malfoy was a man that needed to be needed. She somehow completed him in the same way she felt complete with him. 'It is a start,' she thought and said, “Is that so?” and let out a watery little chuckle.
“Quite. You will stop running away from me. I never thought I’d say this to anyone but I expect to start seeing a little lion out of you." He gave her chin a little shake then let go and leaned down to slip on his shoes. He stood up from the bed tucked in his shirt and pulled on his waistcoat. Once buttoned up he sat down on the bed again and ran his hand to the back of her neck grabbing a fistful of tousled curls. He tugged on those curls until her head tilted back and she looked up at him. "No more running," he growled.
"I’m not running, I’m sitting right here in my bed, I haven’t moved a bloody inch.”
His eyes widened in surprise and he chuckled, delighted to see his mouthy little miss back. He gave her hair a small tug. "Don't be impertinent, or I'll have to spank you."
She grinned. "Like I did you last night?"
His lips quirked into what she was beginning to think of as his sexy-as-sin grin. "Ahhh, my little girl liked that didn’t she. Unfortunately, I haven’t the time right now to indulge; I have classes to teach as do you so don’t tempt me. However, I do expect to see you later.” He leaned down and gave her a quick hard kiss then stood up. He walked over to the chair and picked up his teaching robes then looked back at her. His hair cascaded over his shoulders framing a devilishly handsome face. His body was all long lean lines. Those black trousers emphasized an incredible bum. He smiled as he saw desire alight in her eyes and gave her a small wink then he walked out of her rooms.
Hermione pressed her fingertips to her lips still feeling his mouth upon hers and leaned back against her pillow. He thought she was beautiful and goddess help her, he sure as hell made her feel beautiful. Even more importantly he needed her. Now the only question in her mind was could she give over control?
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Voracious Reader: I’m sorry about the short chappie, hopefully you enjoy this one!
Serin Blackmoon: Thank you for your kind review. Lucius and Hermione are finally reaching the same conclusion. No remorse from Hermione, she just needs to test her limits.
Mariteri: Wow, thank you! I’m so glad you are enjoying my story.
leValkyrie: I’m so pleased I’m meeting your expectations. I like the idea of a possessive Lucius as well. Hermione likes it too, she has control issues but he’ll work with her on that!
Coipje: Thank you so much! I like your reviews!
Margaritama: Hey, sweetie, I’m so glad you like the new chapters. I’ve got a thing for a very possessive and dominant Lucius as you are well aware….sigh….. Pardon me; I need to go wipe up the drool!
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