LUCKY

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this tale, and receive no proceeds from it. All borrowed courtesy of Ms. J.K. Rowling

CHAPTER TEN


The last month had been horrific for Lucius. The idea that his judgement was so skewed, that he’d made the same mistake twice did not sit well with him. Hermione’s decision not to sleep in their bedroom stung his pride and he refused to back down.

To make matters worse he had to listen to Brutus constantly natter on about how well Hermione was doing with the project. Hermione was brilliant. Hermione was intuitive. Hermione was inventive. Fuck Hermione! Well, that was exactly the problem. Literally. If Lucius had to listen to another litany of how lucky he was to have found his ever-so-perfect wife, he might commit murder.

When he found himself on his backside, smelling of kippers, eggs, and Merlin only knew what else, Lucius was at a loss to explain how he had come to such a state. Wet and sticky and underneath the very witch that had tormented him night and day. Especially at night. The feel of Hermione’s smooth lips against him made him unravel. Digging his fingers into the silken skeins of hair that fell about him, Lucius drew her to him to kiss her properly.

Gods, she was sweet. He could barely hold back his groan of satisfaction. Finally, thank sweet Aphrodite, Hermione had capitulated. Biting down on her now swollen bottom lip, Lucius was rewarded by a swift gasp of surprise. He felt Hermione’s head rear up exposing her slender neck. Unable to help himself, Lucius scraped his teeth delicately down the silken column. Feeling Hermione shudder at that tactic, he repeated the motion on the other side of her neck.

Lucius heard his name in a breathy cry, and the couple seemed to erupt in a flood of action. He pushed her dress up far enough to roughly push her damp knickers to the side. Simultaneously, Hermione freed his weeping erection to the cool air, only to devour it in the heat of her vagina. A litany of “Oh, fuck” peppered the air. Lucius wasn’t quite sure if was him or Hermione cursing. It didn’t matter. Only the feel of her, the smell of her, and at last when he recaptured her lips, the taste of her.

If there wasn’t a heaven, it didn’t signify. As Lucius had found a small patch of it right here. It was surely all that the Gods would allow him, and greedily he gorged himself. Surging strongly into the small witch above him, Lucius held Hermione’s hips in his large hands guiding her uneven rhythm. Soon their bodies moved in tandem, the sound of slick flesh meeting a stark reminder of their focus. Her sheath fit Lucius so snugly he groaned his pleasure in a near shout.

When Hermione stopped short, Lucius lay there for a moment waiting for her to resume. He even pushed her further down his shaft, but there was no reciprocal movement. Finally opening his eyes, he met his wife’s fierce gaze.

“For fuck’s sake, Hermione! What is wrong?” His frustration was tangible, and lit the air between them like a charge ready to explode any second.

“Say you are sorry.” Hermione looked deadly serious. What she was about, Lucius couldn’t guess. He croaked out a query.

“Why?” The witch was daft. Stopping a man at a most crucial time. He’d kill her. After he came that was. Yes, definitely afterwards.

“Because you shouldn’t use the silent treatment as a weapon. Say you are sorry.” She even attempted to lift away, but Lucius wouldn’t let her move. This lack of movement could go both ways.

“Are you any better? Using sex as weapon? Waiting until now to demand an apology?” Lucius pale eyes glittered angrily. Hermione needed a reminder of who exactly was the injured party here. “You are my wife, and the only time you let me touch you is after you’ve thrown food at me? Tell me Hermione, who should apologise? It certainly isn’t me!”

“I’m not the blackmailer here, Lucius!” Hermione was literally hissing like a wet pussy…oh the low places his mind went. Screw talking! Hell, he couldn’t even curse mentally without taking a thoroughly sexual turn. The time for talk was gone.

Sitting up, he forcibly removed Hermione, and dumped her to the side of him. After gaining his footing, he grasped her under the arms and lifted her over his shoulders. Shock gave him the advantage, and Lucius was able to apparate them to their bedroom before the fight began again.

The anger that roughened Lucius’ voice stopped Hermione in her tracks. Mouth opened to deliver a proper dressing down, it promptly shut when she looked up at his forbidding face.

“You want an apology. Fine.”

That last word seem to scare Hermione as she scooted back on the bed. Somehow Lucius managed to manoeuvre the struggling witch between his legs and had her bent over his partial lap. With one large hand at the small of her back, he was able to keep Hermione in place.

Ah, the earthiness of these muggles. That he, Lucius Malfoy, was relegated to using this type of method to control his headstrong wife was a travesty of his bloodlines. But she needed to be put in her place, and perhaps this very muggle discipline would do the trick.

However, it didn’t mean he couldn’t use some magic. Ridding her of her clothing was the least he could do. How sweet wandless magic was! There lay before him, an expanse of taut flesh. Lucius had to remind himself of his task. The need to kiss and lick the sweet bottom before him beckoned. But he manfully resisted and only allowed himself a slow seductive caress of one cheek. The feel of her soft skin reminded him of what lay ahead.

“Lucius, please. You surely couldn’t mean to do this. Stop! Stop this at once!” It was the last order that sealed her fate. And before Hermione could utter another syllable, the guillotine fell. He could hear her sharp intake of breath and felt his balls tighten as his first slap landed. His palm stung slightly.

“I’m sorry I ever let you out of our bed that first morning.” Another slap followed, but on the other cheek. She wiggled making his penis spring to life.

“I’m sorry I didn’t fuck you into obedience.” This time two, quick and sharp. The movement of her body was torture to his still dissatisfied member.

“I’m sorry I let your virginity sway me into lenience.” He heard a shuddering gasp, but slapped her three times anyway. He could feel his erection straining to free itself.

“I’m sorry I ever picked you. Merlin knows your more trouble than you’re worth!” Unable to resist the lure that lay between her legs, Lucius’ long fingers sought the damp folds. Plunging two fingers into her, he heard Hermione groan unintelligibly. So incredibly tight and wet. How he had missed this. His fingers withdrew and plumbed her depths yet again. It was with some amazement that Lucius felt Hermione tighten around his invading digits. His little wife was full of revelations.

Lucius released Hermione’s legs and lifted her onto his lap facing him. Her face was tearstained and her brown eyes shone with more as yet unshed tears.

“Please,” she whispered hoarsely. Briefly closing her eyes, she reopened them to repeat her please with an addendum. “Please. More.”

“More what, Hermione? I need you to be specific.” Lucius couldn’t help but to twist the knife a bit.

“Don’t make me say it. You know what I want.” Desire painted her cheeks with a fierce blush.

Lucius leaned in to lick a tear trickling alone. Searing the damp flesh with furious kisses, he stopped that orifice that tormented him. He loved kissing Hermione. She tasted so delicious. Sucking her tongue into his mouth her full flavour bloomed for him. Her arms wound around him, clutching him close to her. Lucius didn’t remember taking off his clothes, but he certainly remembered when he came inside Hermione yet again. This time he did not allow her time to think or speak, but rode her until the wave of lust crested and flooded them.

Unable to move, Lucius’ last thought as he lay completely spent and replete, was that he would set up new wards first thing that evening. Turning to twine his body around Hermione’s he buried his face into her now wild man. There was now way he would allow Hermione to ban him from her again.


A.N. While I’m not a big songfic person, I did listen to MakeDamnSure by Taking Back Sunday several times while I wrote this. I had a lot of difficulty making this hot from Lucius’ POV. Don’t be surprised if you see a re-write.