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Shame's Desire	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 32597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N- So this is my last chapter I have written of the story. I am going to try and get you a new one by next week but I can't make any promises. Hope everyone enjoys! I would like to thank my beta Eclectic Pet for making my stories more readible than I could ever do on my own.

sherlocked17- Glad you are enjoying.. there is lots of sinfulness planned.
lexiatel- I have always seen Lucius has a kind of family man. He values his family above everything else.

Lucius-
After I’m done with my work for the day, I head back to my private rooms to find my sweet young wife in our common room. She’s sitting on the little love seat with her legs pulled under her. She looks rather comfortable as she reads one of the books from my shelves in the room. She’s dressed for bed with a simple white cotton nightgown and her hair braided to keep it from her face, but she still wears the choker I gave her at dinner.
I watch her for a moment and I’m struck by how innocent she still looks. I wonder if I will ever break that sweet light of goodness around her. I find myself hoping I don’t, that she will hold onto this simple grace. It’s just so much more satisfying to see the pain and pleasure reflected in those innocent eyes.
“What are you reading?” I ask to let her now I’ve entered the room.
She looks up with a start and blushes as she set the book aside. “It was on the shelf, I didn’t think you would mind.” She says seeming embarrassed that she was caught reading at all.
“I don’t mind, you may use any item in this room you like. It is a shared room between us.” I tell her, curious about her reaction. “What did you pick?” I press, moving to her so I can pick up the book she had put down. I smile when I read the title, Shadows of Shadows: A Guide to the Workings of the Dark Council.
“I was just curious.” She says standing up and taking a step away from me as if she still thinks I’ll be mad.
“There is nothing wrong with you reading this. If you’re interested in politics I could get you a more basic book to start with.” I offer as I set the book down.
“My dad always talked about the Emperor and the Dark Council as if they were ghosts and phantoms that would come and steal me in the night.” She says blushing slightly.
I smile at her words chuckling at how right he ended up being. “One could say that, but I remember him selling you to me, I didn’t steal a thing.”
She frowns at that and then her eyes widen as she realizes what my words mean. “You belong to the Council.” She says blushing all the more.
“The Malfoy’s have had a seat for seven generations.” I tell her as I take a step closer to her. “Are you interested in politics?” I ask again.
“You don’t wish to keep me ignorant?” She counters with a confused frown on her face; it’s rather adorable how this subject is keeping her so off balance.
“Why would I wish my wife to be ignorant of my career?” I ask and then smile. “It would actually be nice to have an interest in common. Well besides the obvious.” I add taking another step before I reach to untie the lace of her dress.
“Politics aren’t a proper interest for a woman.” She says before her hand moves to block the lace from opening too much.
“Who told you that?” I ask curiously, as I push her hand aside and loosen the dress enough that I can easily push it off her shoulders.
She looked around as if someone could see what I was doing and swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know. It’s just something…”
“Which means it comes from your parents.” I tell her before taking her chin to look into her pretty eyes. “You must like my gift.” I comment, running the fingers of my other hand over the necklace. “It suits you well.” I say before pushing the gown off her shoulders so it puddles at her feet.
“I’ve never owned something so fine.” She admits trying to look away. She seems embarrassed by the pleasure she takes from it.
“You belong to me now; you will always have fine things.” I tell her as I lean down and take her lips in a lingering kiss. Once she’s focused on the taste of me, I let my hands fall to her sides. The sweet thing is no longer nervous about her wifely duties, though she still seems embarrassed by how much she likes them.
When I pull away she’s breathless and blushing, and I can’t seem to control how much it makes me smile to see her like this.
“You enjoy belonging to me, don’t you pet?” I ask just to push her embarrassment. “You even like your pretty collar.” I tease brushing my fingers along the necklace.
She whimpers putting her hand on top of mine, she suddenly looks as if she’s about to cry for some reason. I enjoy her shame about her desires, but sadness is not an emotion I wish to provoke in her.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her coldly, upset that she had to ruin this moment for me.
She pulls away from me and narrows her eyes; I see the mix of anger now pushing at the sadness that was there before. “I hate being referred to as a pet.” She snaps trying to pull up her nightgown. “And I refuse to wear a collar.” She adds giving up on the dress and trying to work at the clasp of her necklace as she puts more distance between us.
“You liked that necklace not five minutes ago.” I snap annoyed all the more by her childish behavior.
“You ruined it!” She yells giving up on the necklace and turning her back to me. It was then I realized she’s heading to her room.
I catch up to her in three long strides before she can make it out of my reach. Taking her braid in my hand, I use it as a lead to pull her back into the center of the room with her fighting my hold the entire time.
“You are staying in my bed tonight. You were told this.” I growl at her as I force her to her knees.
“I’m your wife, not your slave!” She yells as she tries to claw at my hand to free herself from my grasp.
“You have still not learned your place as my wife.” I tell her as I yank her hair back. It not only forces her to look up at me, but her whole back arches like a bow. “You’re here for my pleasure. You should feel lucky that you enjoy it so very much, but no. Instead, you fight me and your own desires. Why?”
“I don’t!” She screams with tears in her eyes. “I don’t like it!” She adds as she keeps fighting my hold, only bringing herself more pain.
I look down at her body and I can see the signs of desire in her. Her nipples harden to small points; I can even smell her arousal at our little fight.
“I must punish you again tonight it seems. I think I should introduce you to the flogger this time.” I tell her, smiling as I see her body shiver.
“What did I do?” She asks seeming calmed for now.
“Lying, talking back, and allowing another man to touch you. You don’t think they deserve punishment?”

Ginny-
He stands towering over me. “I must punish you again tonight it seems. I think I should introduce you to the flogger this time.” I shiver at his words as I try to ignore the mix of fear and excitement the word provokes in me.
“What did I do?” I ask as I try to calm down.
“Lying, talking back, and allowing another man to touch you. You don’t think they deserve punishment?”
I look up at him shaking my head. “I stopped him from touching me more!” I snap feeling it’s not a just thing for me to be punished.
“You will not let me punish him, so I’ll have to punish you instead. Unless you’ve changed your mind about that?” He asks with a knowing smile.
“Are you going to cut off pieces of me?” I ask my eyes widening as I remember the punishment he’d intended for Mr. Lockhart.
“Oh no, I like you the way you are. I’ll just be taking it out on your sweet skin. Now, you will crawl into my bedchambers my sweet beast.” He orders coldly, pointing a wand to his door so that it will open.
“Or what?” I ask still not in the mood to play his pet. I remember the necklace again in that moment and start to fiddle with the clasp.
“Stop!” He growls and I feel something hard rap my fingers. I pull my hands away and look up to see that he hit them with his wand.
“You will leave it on and you will crawl to my room.” He ordered again. “Or I’ll drag you down to the village so that the common folk can see how much you enjoy your beating. I’m sure your father would love hearing how much of a deviant his little girl is.”
I study his eyes for a moment as I try to decide if he would really do it. I shiver in what I force myself to believe is fear as I see no hesitation in his demeanor. Not wishing to learn if he’s bluffing or not, I start to crawl to the now open door.
“That’s a good girl.” He purrs as I feel his eyes on me.
When I enter the room, I kneel by the door and look around for a moment as he follows me in and closes the door. I hear the clicking sound of a lock being put into place and I frown up at him. Realizing my anger has only made things worse, I try to use another tactic.
“My Lord, can we please stop these games. I hate them. They make me feel dirty and used. Please…” My voice cracks as I watch him move around the room. I have no idea what he’s doing but he seems to be gathering items.
He stops and looks at me for a moment as if he’s giving something a great amount of thought. After a moment, he walks towards me crouching down so he can run his fingers over the necklace once again.
“I got this for you as a kindness.” He tells me seriously. “It gave me pleasure that you enjoyed it.”
“I did love it.” I tell him more calmly this time. “Until, you turned it into a collar.”
He sighs shaking his head. “Do you know how much it pleased me when I realized how much you enjoy being my play thing?”
“I don’t enjoy it my Lord.” I tell him trying to suppress the excitement his words send through my body.
“You do.” He tells me firmly as his finger trails down and brushes over a nipple. I hadn’t realized how hard they’d become until he brought my attention to one. “You enjoy being my pet. You enjoy my punishments. It pleases me greatly that you do.”
“I don’t.” I gasp shaking my head as he started to play with the other nipple making them both painfully erect.
Lord Malfoy pinches the sensitive nub painfully before growling. “What doesn’t please me is when you lie to me and yourself about this pleasure. You may feel shame over how much your body loves the treatment your husband gives it. I enjoy your shame. But I refuse to let you hide behind it. You need to face what you are and accept it.”
When he pulls away standing once again I fall onto my hands so I can catch my breath. His words and actions confuse and excite me and I hate it. Why do I take pleasure in the awful things he does to me? Was I made this way, or was the defect formed over time?
“Tonight we’ll see how much of a pain beast you really are my pet.” He says in his cold detached tone once again.
I look up at him as he towers over me, my breath still too quick to speak comfortably. So I just watch him as he moves away to prepare a space for this beating he plans to give me.
“What am I?” I ask when I find that I can sit up again. “What do I need to accept?”
He walks back over to me in three long strikes before grasping my hair and pulling me to my feet. “I will show you.” He says as he takes my wrists into his and starts to wrap them in soft green rope.
I can’t help but watch in fascination as he skillfully ties my wrists together with intercut knots. Once they’re bound tightly together, he hovers the long end of the rope to a hook in the ceiling and pulls so my arms are stretched above my head.
“Close your eyes pet.” He says in a soothing voice. I do as he asks not thinking I can stop, and wishing to know what he plans to show me. “How do you feel right now?” He asks in the same calm voice.
I feel the heat of his body shift around me, and the soft touch of his hands on my back. I find my throat thick with emotion and I have to swallow before I can answer.
“I feel breathless and nervous.” I tell him feeling the answer is stupid.
“Are you afraid of me?” He asks, his hands exploring my arms, shoulders, and back, as he speaks.
“No.” I say before I realize it’s true. With all he’s done, he’s never given me a reason to fear him. I always feel better when he’s done, not worse.
“Very good pet.” He purrs and I can’t help but feel nice at his praise. “Do you like the necklace I gave you? Do you think it’s pretty?”
I frown at this question and shake my head. I don’t know how to answer it. I liked it before I had to think of it as some fancy collar around my neck. But now I can’t get that image out of my head.
He slaps my outer thigh sharply. “You will answer me verbally and only the truth my pet.” He commands firmly.
“I liked it my Lord.”
“But now you don’t because you think of it as a mark of your submission?” He asks running soft hands over my skin again.
“Yes my Lord.”
“Call me Master.” He corrects me with a firm grasp to my butt.
I swallow hard and shake my head. “You’re my husband.” I remind him meekly.
“That’s true, but when you’re bound and at my mercy you will call me Master.” He tells me and I can’t help the twitch of pleasure that comment sends between my legs.
“Yes Master.” I try it out breathlessly.
“Good girl.” He praises, his hands moving to my stomach. “Do you see how much you like submitting to my will? Be honest with yourself, have you felt anything but pleasure since I tied you here?”
I lick my lips as I think about his questions. I shake my head and sigh. “No Master. But why am I like this?” I ask in a small voice.
He laughs and moves away from me. I want to open my eyes to see where he’s gone, but I decide against it. I hear him shifting things around in a drawer and by the time he comes back, I’m shivering in anticipation.
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