The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 2-18-07

What a great group of reviewers I have. I really appreciate the time you take to give me feedback. Thank you for the Valentine wishes and Gaps, that was nasty - I love Tiramisu. Why don't you 'adjust' that halo lower, like around your neck and let it squeeeeeze a bit. (cruel grin inserted here)


Now, no brickbats at Lucius, people. He's not going to be sainted any time soon, certainly not in this chapter. Remember you can't make lemonade without breaking a few lemons. Hermione wants sex? Hermione gets SEX.

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Chapter Ten


The Grand Opening


That evening after explaining to a completely disgruntled Crookshanks that she was going to leave him again, Hermione donned her red silk robe and strapped on the black stiletto sandals, then teetered up to the full-length mirror on the door in her bathroom. She whistled in awe. Lucius certainly knew what he was doing, the cad. She looked like she should be doing business under a street lamp on a seedy thoroughfare. She gave herself a naughty smile. Oh, yeah. She was really going to enjoy this evening’s entertainment - but she was flummoxed trying to figure out just where those shoes fit in. Did he want her to walk around in them? She was not wearing them in the shower. She would have to make that clear. A vague ripple drifted through her mind - something about being submissive. Hermione shivered and refused to dwell on the intrusive warning. Being submissive didn’t mean destroying expensive shoes for no good reason. She was sure of that.


Hermione sucked in a breath, tugged the hem of her robe down over her thighs – she couldn’t make it come anywhere near her knees no matter how hard she pulled and reluctantly decided not to try to transfigure the delicate material – and apparated to the door leading to what she hoped would be a glorious night. She tapped on the portal and heard Lucius call “Come in”.


Lucius was standing in the middle of the bedroom again, this time dressed in a complete tuxedo including a black cummerbund and high-collared white shirt with a black bow tie. “Hermione. Right on time. Come in.”


Hermione suddenly felt like she had walked into an alternate universe. “Why the tux, Lucius? Did I make a mistake? Was this the night I was supposed to wear the sequined nurse’s uniform?” She began to be a bit apprehensive. Was it a nightmare? She pinched herself. Nope, she was awake. And Lucius wasn't calling her precious. That might not be so good.


“No mistake. I’m attending a Grand Opening tonight and I dressed for the occasion.” Lucius smiled kindly at her and she got even more nervous. Please, come over to me.” When Hermione just stood there, Lucius’ voice dropped in warning, “Now, Hermione.”


Hermione walked slowly over to her husband trying not to wobble on her heels in the plush carpeting, and clutching the front of her suddenly inadequate robe.


“You showed me a beautiful view before and I want you to recreate it for me tonight.” Lucius took her hand and drew her over to a low stool that she had missed seeing before. It was plain wood with a couple of rungs and only came to her shins in height. Hermione was puzzled. He wanted her to sit on that?


Lucius left her standing by the stool and went to sit in the same comfy chair he’d claimed the night she’d had her butt tanned. He took much the same stance in the chair with his black clad legs spread apart and his hands clasped over his cummerbund. “Lean over and put your hands on the stool, Hermione. Facing away from me.”


Hermione slowly turned away from Lucius and looked down at the stool, trying to estimate what bending over would do to her robe length. It didn’t look good to her. But it would probably look terrific to Lucius. She looked back over her shoulder at the waiting wizard and a slight sense of humiliation came over her. She wanted to be his lover, not his lady of the evening, but that was just how he’d dressed her. And now she understood the shoes. They would show off her cleft perfectly to him.


Lucius was reading her indecision like a Dark Mark in the sky. He calmly waited for her to understand her physical position, and more pertinent to both of them, her subservience. He did nothing but raise one eyebrow when she peeked at him over her shoulder.


Hermione bit her lip when she saw that she had no options. She had promised her husband, so she slowly started bending over to place her hands on the low stool, facing away from Lucius as he had directed.


Lucius changed his position, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped, his arctic eyes fastened on the hem of Hermione’s robe as it rose. “Your hands on the stool, precious, not just your fingertips.”


In two seconds flat Hermione ran through embarrassed, humiliated, sad, and weepy, until she arrived at get-even mad. She was the submissive here, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t make Lucius drool from both ends. Hermione took a deep breath and created an entirely new mindset for herself – submissive vamp. She began slowly, shifting from stiletto to stiletto, making her butt swivel as she lowered her hands all the way to the stool. The red silk was slipping up her backside now.


Lucius languidly commanded, “Pull up the robe to your waist, Hermione. And spread your feet apart six inches.”


Hermione did as she was told, adding a little swing to her hips when she spread her feet – and legs – apart. She dipped her front just a bit toward the stool top to display her nether assets better to Lucius. It was what he wanted after all. He was making her replay her enticing movements when she had dried her toes off the night before. This was his way of getting even with her for her aggressive behavior. Hadn’t the spanking been enough? Well, he’d damn well better make this worth her time tonight or she was going to be a widow tomorrow morning.


Lucius applauded, clapping his hands slowly so it sounded disdainful, “Beautifully done, Hermione. That’s the Grand Opening I’ll be attending. Pink and moist and it stretches deep enough for my cock to disappear into. Now put one hand between your legs, and take a finger and plump up your folds. Dip it into your pussy and make those pretty petals all wet and glistening from back to front and back again. Show me how you love it.”


Hermione fumed but did all he asked, using her fingers to wet herself between her legs, rotating her hips a little as she slid her fingers home and out again. She decided to add some sound effects, giving small dramatic moans of pleasure while she worked her fingers lovingly through her slit.


Lucius was getting uncomfortable in his forward position so he leaned back again, and fondled himself lightly through his trousers while Hermione was turned away. His eyes never left Hermione’s cleft as he commanded a bit more briskly now, “turn toward me and drop the robe.”


Hermione slowly stood up again and slinkily turned toward Lucius, slipping her robe down her body a millimeter at a time. That was the first that Lucius understood he wasn’t entirely in charge any more. What the hell had happened in five lousy minutes? Dammit, his little vixen wife was enjoying this way too much. He sat up straight making sure his jacket covered the erection distorting his lap and said imperiously, “Put one foot up on the stool and splay your knee to the side so I can see all of your sweet cleft spread wide. Put your fingers back where they belong between your legs and make yourself come, Hermione.”


Hermione knew Lucius was onto her game, but she didn’t care. She was getting so hot from the erotic directions Lucius was demanding of her, she was quite happy to finish herself off. Having him watch her do it only increased her enjoyment. If this was being a submissive, she could do it every night of the week. She moaned and groaned, crinkling up her face and unashamedly tilting her hips back and forth with the ecstasy she was generating for herself, and all the while she watched Lucius from nearly closed eyes as she performed for him, sliding her other hand upward and squeezing her breasts. Lucius caved faster than Hermione had expected – or wanted - him to, but she remembered he hadn’t got any sex the night before either.


Lucius was in pain from his wife’s unblushing performance; the soundtrack alone was making him throb. “Stop!” He changed his mind; she was liking her own fingers too damn much and he decided he didn’t want her to come yet. He pointed to the place between his legs and said, “Here. On your knees.” When Hermione settled where he indicated, he demanded, “Open my trousers and free my cock.”


Hermione thought, Finally. Sucking is good. She carefully pried his massive erection out of his trousers and started to bend forward but Lucius said, “I didn’t give you permission to put your mouth on me.”


Unsubmissive Hermione pouted her impatience, Just as well, I might have been tempted to bite.


Lucius pulled her up onto his lap and suddenly she was afraid of being spanked. He had said he would do it again. But Lucius merely pulled her forward and settled her onto his cock, and then whispered seductively, “Take me inside you. I want to feel your slick sheath fold around me and squeeze tight.”


Hermione didn’t need a second invitation. She lifted her hips and brought her body down straight onto his willing organ, bracing her hands on his firm shoulders. She mercilessly captured his cock, pumping up and down on it and squeezing her nether muscles until he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer if he let her continue.


He wanted her to come first – a lot, the minx. He grabbed her arms holding her still on his lap – his throbbing cock was nearly ready to explode - so he carefully withdrew and set his wife back onto her feet in front of him.


Hermione hadn’t received her pleasure yet and wondered if this was going to be a repeat of last night’s frustration. If this was what being a submissive was, it stunk.


Lucius was in a funk. He’d had a great time watching Hermione display her assets at his command but somewhere in there he’d lost control – again. He couldn’t put his finger on just where control had transferred from him to her, but he wasn’t going to let her have the final win for the evening. He knew she hadn’t come yet and she was probably boiling mad. Neither of them had been satisfied last night and she was still waiting tonight, too. He needed time to let his member cool down for a second round, but his tongue was in fine working order. “On the bed, Hermione. Get on your back and stretch your arms above your head, but spread your legs wide open. Take your shoes off first.”


Hermione’s hopes took an upward bounce at the position he wanted her in now. She threw off the torturous heels, scrambled up onto the wide bed and hastily got herself into the position he’d described.


Lucius hid a smile at her willing scamper onto his bed as he meandered to the foot of it and looked up Hermione’s slim legs, past her wet honey pot, her damp brown thatch, her waist, her breasts with their pale rose crowns puckered with desire, and into her eyes. She was staring right back at him and he could see her promised submissiveness was conspicuous by its total absence. Ah, Hermione, even lying down, legs spread apart like a wanton, you don’t project an ounce of obedience. Lucius decided he liked her outward pretense of subservience but her innate strength of personality. Their clashes would chase away his boredom and depression, if she didn’t kill him first.


He smiled to see her expression turn mutinous as she watched him do nothing but watch her. Lucius calmly loosened his bow tie and tugged it free from his shirt collar, laying it on the bed. He shed his tux jacket, leaving his shoulders looking a mile wide in the pristine white shirt tucked neatly into the cummerbund that hugged his narrow waist so lovingly. His gaze continued caressing her as he slowly recataloged her body in reverse, ending up at those scarlet toes. His eyes gleamed crystal gray as he contemplated ten little red – topped piggies begging for his attention. Lucius climbed up onto the end of the bed and settled at Hermione’s feet, lying crosswise to her. A thwarted huff of sound came from farther up the bed but Lucius ignored it. He pulled her feet close and tied the ankles together with his unknotted bow tie.


Hermione wanted action NOW. Why was Lucius tying her feet together? Didn’t he know he couldn’t get to the good stuff that way? She scowled in frustration, completely abandoning her submissive mien, only her supine pose remaining as a relic of her promise.


Lucius felt Hermione’s feet and legs get tense and he sensed her deteriorating attitude and knew he needed to regain control. He bent down and took Hermione’s big toe in his mouth and bit it, holding down her ankles with his hands.


“Yeow!! What did you do that for?” Hermione lifted her head and glowered at Lucius.


Lucius ignored her question, nibbling more tenderly on her next toe and the next. He licked each one before venturing to the next. He finished one set of toes and began kissing and licking her instep and arch. The second foot got the same methodical attention to detail.


By the time Lucius went to work on her second foot, Hermione had started floating away on her personal happy cloud. Who knew her feet could be an erogenous zone? Once again Hermione realized she had been forcing an issue she knew nothing about. Perhaps one day she might even learn she could trust Lucius to know the libertine’s playing field much better than she did.


Lucius finished and untied Hermione’s feet and then stood up off the bed to remove the rest of his clothes. He quickly undid each button of his shirt exposing his muscled pecs, and when he finally removed his trousers and cummerbund, she was already saying his name in breathy little whispers. She became positively giddy at confirming he apparently didn’t believe in underwear. He kicked off his shoes, tossed away his socks and got down to the serious business of making Hermione scream.


Hermione saw Lucius crawl up from the foot of the bed right over her body and she was petrified he would find another way to prolong her agony. But it seemed this time Lucius meant business. Oh, please Hecuba, I’ll never taunt Lucius again, just let him fuck me. Please? Hermione prayed silently.


Lucius spread her legs apart again and sank down onto her, not even stopping to align himself. Lucius was determined that his wife would learn he owned her in bed. He held her thighs open and shoved his staff into her so hard he wasn’t sure she’d be able to get him out of her again.


The initial pain radiated out to her limbs, then receded. Well, that hurt. But he said she wouldn’t be in danger, so she decided to trust him.


He withdrew almost to the entrance and then slammed home again, hearing Hermione’s moans as an angelic choir. Once he was lubricated enough, he picked up his pace, holding her delicate body down as he plunged over and over, watching her face with a remote, icy gaze, telling her without words that here, his was the total power over her, he held absolute dominion in his bed. Her initial, brief whimpers of pain ran together with and then gave over to increasing mewls of delight to make an erotic symphony of sound. NOW she was submissive. Her control was nothing. His – everything. He gave her no words of encouragement this time. His silence demanded her subjugation.


Her little sex prayers changed focus and grew louder, “Please, please, yes, yes, yes,” she panted, unstrung, “oh Gods, Lucius…oh…oh, Gods, Luuuucius!” Hermione skyrocketed into her orgasm, bucking wildly under her husband. She faded to the edge of unconsciousness, finally going limp with her intense pleasure.


Lucius slid down her while her torso was convulsing and buried his face in her wet, throbbing pussy, using his tongue to begin the erotic dance all over again. He still hadn’t come himself, but he was set on making her go off again first. Poor Hermione never had a chance once Lucius got going. He was a little angry at her disobedience even though he knew it was almost subconscious, but he couldn’t let her attitude stand unchallenged. And he needed to pull her into her own erotic addiction if he was going to protect himself from her control outside the bedroom. He needed bargaining power.


Hermione was still drifting down from her wild orgasm when she felt her privates being licked with impassioned absorption. Hadn’t Lucius finished with her? What was he doing now? She lifted up on her elbows to look at her husband. Oh, Gods, he wasn’t finished yet. She could see the head of his erection peeking out from his hip in full arousal. She still had aftershocks and he was sending her up again with his tongue. Sweet Goddess, no wonder Ginny had been late to lunch. Heaven couldn’t be better than this. Hermione was enthralled with her husband’s touch and she helplessly started undulating again under his expert oral stroking. Her head thudded back onto her pillow.


Lucius licked her soft slit and sucked on each delicate fold before moving on to press his tongue into her core. He loved the taste of her intoxicating, sweet juices and was enjoying himself to the max. He heard his little witch-wife gasping and knew from her constantly shifting hips that she was caught again. Her fingers started sifting through his hair, then she clamped his face into her crotch, as she began mindlessly chanting his name again. His tongue slid back up her folds to her clit, strumming it with fast flicks interspersed with hard sucks until he heard her wail with another climax, her body twitching like it was being hexed. Hermione’s eyes were closed and she was breathing raggedly when he climbed back up her supine body and forcefully planted his rod deeply inside her again in a thrust all the way to his root. He hammered himself into her core, making her moan as she weakly tried to control his powerful onslaught. He drove himself higher and higher until finally he let himself go flying into oblivion. At the last minute he dragged her after him, sobbing with her third completion under his ruthless control. She fell asleep nearly instantly, completely exhausted.


When Hermione woke up she was in her own room – alone – again.

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Sooo - was that enough of a lemon fix? Can you last for awhile now? Hmmm, you may not have to - Ginny and Severus are making an appearance next chapter. And I really don't think those two have just been holding hands, do you?

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