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The Masked Lady	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 36030 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 9: Caught In a Trap

Sigh�.I�m bored to tears with Spring Cleaning and painting the house�you lot are much more entertaining so here you go�I give you, my dear readers, an early update =)

Hermione and Lucius reappeared in the center of his opulent bedroom. She pulled against his grip on her arm but his hold didn�t lessen in the slightest. His eyes were narrowed and she could see their icy blue depths glittering with�.anger?

�This is kidnapping!� She snapped, jerking ineffectually against his hold on her.

�No it isn�t, you said that if I caught you I could have you. Well, I caught you, you are mine.� He snarled, dragging her across the room to the side of his bed. �You have a lot of explaining to do, Hermione.�

�Let me go, Mr. Malfoy.� She ordered through gritted teeth.

�Mr. Malfoy?� He chuckled sinisterly. �You have had that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, surely you can wrap it around my name.� He gave her a little push backwards and she fell onto the bed, bouncing off of the velvet counterpane. She didn�t have time to scramble up from her prone position before Lucius pulled his wand and cast a spell. Velvet ropes slithered from the bed posts to wrap around her wrists and drag her to the center of the bed rendering her immobile.

�You�.you pervert!� She shouted, jerking against her restraints.

�Pervert? I am a pervert?� He shrugged out of his robes and removed his tie and cummerbund. �That�s rich coming from the woman who has been all over me for months without bothering to give me her name and making off with a small fortune in personal property at the same time.� He removed his shirt studs and cufflinks and tossed them onto his bedside table before shrugging out of his shirt. He stood for a moment in his black trousers and sleeveless undershirt staring at the woman sprawled across his bed before he began pacing back and forth. �Why?�

�Why what?� She asked, watching him pace like a prowling panther back and forth in front of her. �Do you have to tie me up for this?�

�You have a tendency to vanish; I am making certain you don�t flitter off before I have my questions answered.� He said. �Now, answer me, Hermione, why were you moonlighting as a petty thief?�

She thought about denying it but there was no point in it. She was caught, fair and square. Hell, maybe she had wanted to be caught, perhaps that was why she played such a dangerous game with him. She didn�t just want to be caught, she wanted to be caught by him. Somehow that distinction was very important.

�You know my reasons, Mr�.Lucius. The Ministry is ridiculously stingy with my budget and I have families counting on me for aid.� She relaxed into her restraints and watched him fist and un-fist his hands in frustration as he paced.

�There are better ways to get funding!� He was scowling when he glanced back at her and she thought she saw a flicker of concern cross his face. Was he worried about her?

�Really? Tell me what else I could have done. I live in a fifth floor walk-up efficiency flat where the only luxury is that I have my own loo so that I may put half of my salary back into my budget. I keep only what I need to live on with the minimum amount placed into savings each month. I beg every benefactor I have ever had to donate, I beg the ministry to increase my budget but I get nothing yet my roster of families in need grows with each passing year. Tell me, what else is there for me to do?� Her voice was calm, collected and so quiet, but he could hear the pain and desperation beneath her words.

�They are not your responsibility, Hermione.� He sat on the edge of the bed and shook his head. His frustration poured off of him in waves.

�They rely on me.� She answered softly. �They have no one else.�

�I don�t want to sound pessimistic or elitist, but I would be willing to bet that half of the families on your list have a father who is perfectly capable of working but would rather be a drunkard than care for his family properly.� He saw her tense up and knew he had hit a sore spot.

�And does that mean his family should starve because of his irresponsibility? Do his children deserve to be hungry and homeless?� Her fire was beginning to burn and he felt his pulse react to the little glimpses of her flame.

�I didn�t say that, but how is it your job to tend to them? I understand families falling on hard times, I had school mates who were poor, Hermione, I saw what it did to them. Severus was poor; he was neglected and malnourished and relied on the schools scholarship programs to pay his fees. I donate generously each year on his behalf because without it the world would never have known such an amazing man. And while I pitied him, was concerned for him, it was not my responsibility to see to his care just as these families are not yours.� He could see by the determined glint in her eyes that his words didn�t matter to her.

�Then who?�

�NOT you. You are wasting away in that office, letting life pass you by for a problem you can not possibly fix. There have always been indigent families, there always will be and nothing can change that, no amount of galleons is going to cure poverty.� He said.

�So you don�t think that what I do is worthy? You don�t think that trying to make the lives of children better is worth my time, energy and pride?�

�I didn�t say that, either. I think it is very worthy, very noble of you, as long as you are realistic in what you expect to accomplish. You can not save them all, Hermione, why can�t you be happy with the ones you can?� Lucius knew he sounded cruel and unfeeling and maybe years of donating to causes that never got dramatic results had taken their toll on him, but he was a realist. There were some things that would always be.

�We are never going to agree on this.� She said stubbornly. �You�ve never been poor; you have never had to work to feed your family. You will never understand.�

�Fine, let�s drop it then, shall we?� He folded his arms across his rather broad chest and stared down his nose at her. �Let�s talk about something a little bit more personal. Like the little game you have been playing with me since the night we met.�

�What makes you think I have been playing games?� She could feel the heat slowly rising to her cheeks.

�You and I have been more intimate as strangers than some married couples. You engaged me in sexual activities willingly without ever intending that I know who you were. Why?� He wanted an answer, needed an answer from her.

�Disappointed to discover it was me?� She asked. There was more vulnerability in that little question than he knew. As it was all he heard was the challenge in her voice. He narrowed his eyes for a moment then looked her over leisurely as he pondered the question. It was somewhat difficult to be disappointed seeing her in her current state. The woman he knew intimately was a self confident creature who knew what she wanted and took it, she was sure of her desirability and used it to her advantage. But the woman he knew�.would one call it professionally? He didn�t know her personally, not really. He knew her as a soldier in the war, knew her as a victim of his crazy ex-sister-in-law, knew her as his son�s academic rival and as the tireless advocate for the downtrodden and recent wannabe Robin Hood. But he didn�t know her.

He reached out and laid a hand on her thigh feeling the muscle tighten beneath his touch. The satin material of her skirt slid easily beneath his fingers as he ran his hand over her thigh, curving around her hip as he leaned over her slightly.

�No, I am surprised more than you can ever imagine, but I am not disappointed.� He said softly. �I felt somewhat guilty earlier this evening, desiring you at the same time that I desired another. I feel a bit foolish now that I realize you are one in the same.�

�You are cleverer than I thought, I should have known better but I couldn�t help myself.� She was staring at his mouth and licked her lips unconsciously. She wanted to kiss those lips but despite their intimacy she had yet to really taste them. It seemed more intimate to kiss him on the mouth than the other activities and she couldn�t bring herself to do that as long as they were �strangers�.

�You know, if it hadn�t been for that husky way you purred my name and that little wave I would have never even considered that the vixen haunting my dreams and the ragamuffin always sniping at me were the same creature.� His hands crept up beneath the bottom edge of the corset and he nearly shouted with joy when he realized the skirt was a separate piece.

�So you admit to being obsessed with me?� She taunted, fighting the urge to move into his touch as his fingertips slid along the bare skin above her skirt.

�I suppose.� He tucked his fingers into the waist and pulled the satin skirt over her hips, skimming the garment down her thighs and tossing it carelessly off the bed.

�Lucius, what are you doing?� Her eyes widened, she hadn�t been prepared for him to undress her.

�You said I could have you any way I wanted you�well, at this moment I want you just like this.� His voice was hoarse when he said it, his eyes traveling over the smooth, creamy skin of her bare legs to the tiny satin briefs she wore below the corset.

�Surely you don�t mean to�.not now that you know who I am�.� She made a soft whimpering sound when the heat of his palm pressed against the outside of her thigh.

�Did you think it would matter?� He asked, his hand skimming along the smooth, silky flesh. Had he ever felt skin so soft?

�Of course I thought it would matter! I�m a muggleborn and you�re a pureblood, you sought to have me and my kind destroyed!� She bit her bottom lip when his hand smoothed over her hip and along the sweet curve of her waist.

�Not destroyed�.just relocated out of the wizarding world.� His voice sounded somewhat distant and his eyes were moving over her shape taking in every little detail. �Your breasts have tormented my every thought, waking and asleep, since the night you stepped out of the shadows outside my club.� He curved his hand around one lush globe and squeezed gently. �You took a great risk sneaking in and out of those venues, slinking about in the alleys as beautiful as you are.�

�Funny, you never thought I was beautiful before I began accosting you.� She closed her eyes and turned her head away as his fingers dipped below the soft lace edging of the corset�s top.

�Not exactly true. I can recall thinking that you might be pretty with some help. Little did I know that pretty would barely cover what you are. Few people have managed to surprise me, Hermione; you absolutely take my breath away.� He said.

He still couldn�t quite believe it. He now had a name to go with the obsession and his obsession was now tied to his bed. He wasn�t certain what it was he should be feeling, but he was fairly certain that he wouldn�t be able to really think on it until he had possessed the witch fully and made her his.

�Lucius�� She opened her eyes and rolled her head to look at him. The heat in his eyes was palpable and she felt the answering pulse between her thighs. She wanted him, she had for nigh on a year, certain that Lucius Malfoy had what she needed, she just never thought he would willingly provide it.

�Say it again.� He whispered, his eyes darkening further. She raked her bottom lip with her teeth and whispered his name again. �It drove me crazy that you always called me Mr. Malfoy, even after I had my head between these gorgeous thighs of yours. It made me insane that you would slip away from me at every turn.�

Suddenly the lust raging inside him was pushed aside as another heated emotion rose. Anger pulsed through him, vibrating along his nerve endings and tensing his muscles. She had deliberately made a fool of him; deliberately put her self at risk with her idiotic quest. He sat up and with a quickly muttered spell her arms were released and she was jerked upwards and tossed face down across his lap.

�What in the bloody hell do you think you are doing?� She shouted, shocked and outraged by his manhandling of her.

�You toyed with me for months you little hellion and you put yourself in danger again and again for a quest you can not accomplish!� His hand came down on her satin clad backside with a loud slap. His palm stung with the force of it and he grinned in smug satisfaction when she yelped in astonishment. He smacked her fleshy backside again and again until his palm went numb and her cheeks were scalding and red. He felt justified and vindicated as he stared at the plump red cheeks and tried to calm his breathing. That was when he realized that she hadn�t fought him after the first swat. She was laying across his lap whimpering softly, her hands curled in the bedspread and her hips moving slightly as though she were seeking more contact.

His lips twitched slightly and he ran his hand over the heated skin tenderly. So the little minx liked it a little rough did she? He slid his hands beneath the satiny material of her knickers and pushed them down, pleased when she adjusted her hips to assist him. With the underwear discarded he reached for the ribbons laced up the back of her corset. He untied the knot and slowly plucked the ribbons free of their hooks until the stiffly boned satin parted and revealed the smooth expanse of her back. He could see the red marks on her skin from the boning and ran his fingers over the flaws soothingly before letting his fingertips dance down her spine and then curve over her hip.

�Turn over.� He ordered huskily, helping her to face him, her smarting bottom nestled atop his thighs. Their eyes met and held as his fingers slipped beneath one strap holding her corset up and then the other, sliding them off her shoulders so he could pull the stiff garment off and cast it aside until she lay across his lap with every inch of her creamy flesh revealed to him. �Kiss me.�

She slipped her hand behind his neck, the other resting in the center of his chest as she leaned up slightly and took what he demanded, what she had wanted for so very long. His lips were so soft, softer than she imagined they could be given his tight lipped expressions. He was gentle and that too had her trembling in surprise and need. How could he go from blistering her backside to kissing her with such aching sweetness?

The sound she made against his lips ran straight through him and he could do nothing but wrap his arms around her and pull her closer to him. He rolled her onto her back in the center of the bed and settled himself over her, his lips still moving against hers and savoring her sweet taste. He kissed her until his lips ached from it and when they needed to part to breathe he still couldn�t take his lips from her trailing them down the side of her throat to nip at her collar bones.

�Lucius�.too many clothes.� She whispered urgently, tugging at the cotton undershirt until he pushed off of her and let her tug it over his head. Her nails raked down his sides until her fingertips slid beneath his waist band, tracing around his waist to the fastening of his trousers. She had them open with a speed so astonishing that Lucius wondered if his buttons had simply been vanished. Her hands dove beneath the fine fabric and curved around his taught ass as she pulled her legs up and to his amusement tucked her toes into his waistband and used her legs to push his trousers down. He wasn�t quite certain how to react, he had never had a woman do anything like that before, usually they would simply wait for him to undress himself.

�In a hurry?� He asked, kicking his legs free of the material bunched around his ankles. The legs that had so deftly shucked his trousers were now pulled up high around his hips as her nails dug into his back.

�Yes�I�ve been ready for you for so very long.� It occurred to Lucius that things were moving rather quickly but he�d be damned if he were going to stop it. He winced when her nails dug into his shoulders and reached for her hands, pulling them free one at a time and pinning them to the bed above her head.

�How long? Tell me how long you have wanted to be in my bed.� He was an arrogant man, with good reason, but he needed her to tell him. He needed to be reassured that it was him that she wanted and not what he could do for her.

�If I am honest�since I was young.� She stretched and rolled her hips beneath him and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. �You may have been my enemy but it didn�t stop me from wanting to�fuck�the enemy.�

�Is that right?� The corner of his mouth lifted as his ego was stroked by the knowledge that he had starred in her adolescent fantasies. �Keep your hands right there, Hermione, I�ll not have my back shredded�.not this time anyhow.�

Her sweet little sound of appreciation made his cock twitch between them. At the rate things were going he would never make it inside her. He moved his hands from around her wrists and lifted his torso off of her, his pelvis pressing tighter into hers.

�Now, Lucius.� She demanded, her thighs tightening around his hips as she wriggled her hips against his erection trying to force him inside her.

�Not before I have thoroughly enjoyed the delightful bounty spread out before me. I�ve been waiting to get my hands on you for months I am not about to rush it now.� He laid his hand against the base of her throat, his fingertips skimming the pulse pounding there on their journey lower to the mounds that had mesmerized him from the start. Lush, pillowy flesh that filled his hand perfectly, tipped with cherry nipples that tightened beneath his touch.

�Lucius�.I need you to promise me something.� She said just as his fingers flicked over her aching nipple. He didn�t look up, he was entranced by the sweetly ruching buds responding to his ministrations but he nodded to let her know he heard her. He assumed she would tell him to use some sort of protection, to not come inside her or to not tell anyone about what was happening between them, but assumed wrong.

�Don�t treat me like I�m made of glass.� Her words caught his attention and he looked up from the delights of her breasts to meet her eyes. �Don�t hold back because you think you might hurt me.�

�Is that what you need?� He asked, his body trembling with excitement. She was no delicate flower who needed him to reign in his passion; she wanted him open and real.

�Love me like you mean it.� She whispered, arching her back and pushing her breast tighter into his hand. He pinched the nipple between his fingers and rolled it back and forth as it hardened further. He plumped the spongy flesh in his hand and bent his head, circling the pouting bud with the tip of his tongue before flicking it over and around, teasing her and making her arch her back, begging for more. He watched her face as he wrapped his lips around her aching nipple and drew hard on the turgid tip.

She was incredible, her neck arched, her fingers twined above her head in a white knuckled grip as she fought not to reach for him. He suckled her like he was drawing sustenance from her tender flesh, releasing the nipple with a wet popping sound and admiring the dark, wet result of his mouth briefly before moving to the other one and abusing it the same way. Her reactions fed his arousal until he was throbbing and leaking against her thigh. He wanted so much to savor her, to bury his face between her legs and lick at her core until she screamed for him as she had in his study but he wouldn�t make it, one taste of her honeyed slit and he would come. He refused to spill himself anywhere but inside her this time.

�So delicious.� He whispered, running his tongue over his lips as though relishing the taste of her skin. �Your breasts are perfect.� He shifted onto his knees, his hands kneading her breasts and plucking at her nipples. �Your nipples are like ripe berries and they taste just as sweet.�

�Inside me�.I need you inside me, Lucius.� Her voice grew hoarse and raspy in passion. �Fuck me.�

�Oh yes.� He hissed, reached between them and rubbing his cockhead between swollen folds slick with her cream. Her clit stood firm and with every pass over it she would moan and roll her hips, pretty, inarticulate sounds of desire spilling from her lips. He held his cock firmly at the base and pressed the fat, leaking tip against her wet opening and pushed inside gently. He couldn�t hold back the growl that built inside him as her tight, scalding hot channel closed around his tip like a silken glove. �God, I could die inside you.�

�More�give me all of you.� She tightened her legs around him and felt him slowly sinking deeper, relishing the feel of his hard, thick length sliding home. He dipped inside halfway then pulled back before thrusting forward again a little bit harder. The forward thrust of his hips and the upward roll of hers seated him fully inside her, his cock hitting bottom and bringing a delighted groan to her lips. He leaned forward and slid his hands along her up-stretched arms threading his fingers through hers as he began to pump his hips back and forth, sliding his cock through the snug, clasping walls of her pussy.

�My gods, witch�.its better than I imagined.� He rasped. �You feel so fucking good around me�.your pussy is so tight�.so hot�.so god damned wet!�

�Yes�.so good�so big�.harder, please fuck me harder�� Her fingers tightened around his and he increased the tempo, pumping into her with enough force that his balls slapped into her ass with an audible clap of skin against skin. Her words echoed in his head�.don�t treat me like I�m made of glass, love me like you mean it�his lips turned up in a grin that could only be described as feral.

�Like I mean it? Let me show you how much I mean it.� He growled just before he let loose of his restraint and slammed into her hard, jarring her body with the force of it. Her eyes widened and he saw the shock followed quickly by the heat. Oh yes, this is just what the witch wanted, what she needed.

Hermione nearly sobbed with joy when Lucius powered into her without restraint. It was what she had been longing for, what she had needed from a lover but hadn�t been able to find. He wasn�t holding back, he was giving her everything just as she asked and she loved every minute of it. Nothing that came out of her mouth was coherent, just a jumble of moans, groans and shouts of pure delight sprinkled with the occasional joyous profanity. Finally she felt complete, satisfied on a deep level and she had yet to orgasm.

Lucius watched her face in amazement, fucking her as though his very life depended on it. Maybe it did, he couldn�t quite think straight. Finally a witch lay beneath him who allowed him to shuck his control and just take her. To possess her fully, branding her with his passion, and she reveled in it. She screamed like a mad woman, her head shaking back and forth like a possessed creature as her orgasm approached. He could feel the first, soft flutters of her vaginal walls tickling along his length as he pushed through the rippling flesh mercilessly.

�That�s it, my vixen, come for me.� He panted, grinding against her with every hard, forward thrust and stimulating her clit. She stiffened beneath him, her legs tightening painfully as the muscles of her pussy contracted hard and halted his movement. He had never felt anything like the undulating, pulsing flesh caressing his cock. A wash of scalding moisture flowed around him and her cry of completion would have alerted the neighbors if he had any, as it was his house elves were probably wondering if he had returned to his old habits and was torturing muggles.

He continued to thrust into her through her orgasm, watching her body shake and shudder in the throes of release thinking it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. Her pussy continued to pulse and ripple around him. He could feel the burning tingle in his balls, the pulsing that signaled his impending eruption. He leaned down further until they were nose to nose, their ragged breaths mingling as he pumped into her harder and harder.

�I�m going to come�� He groaned, his lips slack and his eyes glassy.

�Oh god�.yes, come inside me.� She whispered lifting her head slightly and licking his lips, sliding her tongue between them and enticing his to play. He pushed hard and deep, his spine locking as he held himself tight within her depths. He groaned long and loud as he came with body shaking force, his come jetting into her in nearly painful spurts that left him breathless and dizzy. He let his weight fall onto her, his fingers releasing hers as he continued to thrust gently inside her, extending the pleasurable aftershocks that raced through them both.

Hermione brought her arms around him and held him tight, her hands stroking up and down the sweaty expanse of his back. She was exhausted and that was something that never happened. With past lovers she had always been charged, needing to do it again and again in a desperate quest for satiation. But she didn�t feel the need for more, didn�t think she could handle it if she wanted to. Lucius had satisfied her completely and come morning she would be sore and aching in places she had forgotten existed but it would be more than worth it.

�Are you alright?� Lucius�s voice was slightly slurred as he shifted to look at her. She ran her fingers through his hair and tucked it behind his ears before smiling.

�I am perfect.� She said softly. �You were�.everything I needed.�

�I don�t think I have ever felt so bloody drained in my life.� He withdrew from her slowly and reached for his wand on the nightstand to clean them up. He pulled the blankets down, shifting her so he could pull them from underneath her before climbing between the sheets and holding her close.

�What now, Lucius?� She asked, idly toying with the smattering of thin golden curls in the center of his chest.

�Now we rest up for the next round.� He said, yawning as he settled into the pillows.

�That�s not what I mean.� She said, her body shivering at the thought of having him inside her again. �I mean�are you going to turn me in.�

His eyes opened and he stared up at the ceiling in the dim firelight of his bedchamber. She had a valid question, she had been stealing from the wealthy, theft was a crime no matter what the reason. He thought about Azkaban and the filth, the stench, the unscrupulous guards who would be all over her the moment she was turned over to their care.

�I can�t. Not now.� He said softly, cradling her close to him. �But it needs to stop. I figured you out, Hermione; it�s only a matter of time before someone else does as well. They won�t have feelings for you that stop them from turning you over to the authorities.� He kissed her forehead and settled back in for sleep. �Now go to sleep.�

�Thank you, Lucius.�

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