Freedom

Lucius hadn\'t been thrilled to see his daughter kissing a Weasley, and like everything else that had been wrong with his family of late, he decided it was Narcissa\'s fault.



He hadn\'t said anything to Raven, though. Merely raised an eyebrow and helped her gather her things, offering her his arm as he Apparated them to the manor house, the elves taking her belongings and settling her into a suite on the same wing as Draco\'s rooms.



Dinner had been interesting as Narcissa, still under the Imperius Curse, had been forced to pass dishes all night to her step-daughter. Lucius had felt her struggling against the bonds, and had tightened them appropriately, smiling all the while.



Draco\'s eyes had flicked nervously around him, but when nothing and no one blew-up, he went back to his usual single minded eating.



Raven had told him about her discussion with Shacklebolt, and he was pleased. If anything, it only made him prouder of his daughter. Both for her strength, and her willingness to help her family.



But finally everyone had finished eating. Draco had gone to his room to plot, and Raven to hers to settle in and sleep. Only Lucius and Narcissa were left at the table.



Smiling, he turned to his wife.



"Quite a busy day today. I find myself all worn out. I believe we should retire," he said, standing from the table and offering her his arm.



"Yes, of course," she replied in the absent way of someone under an imperio. Inside she was railing against Lucius, crying and sobbing that he let her go. But that only served to have him tighten her bonds even more, pushing herself deeper inside her mind. So she relaxed, hoping he would loosen his hold on her. "How was your day, husband?"



Smiling, he scooped her up in his arms bridal style and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom they were now sharing, making sure the door snicked shut behind him so that the wards were armed. "Lovely, actually. I find I\'m in an expansive mood."



Laying her gently on the bed, he leaned over and kissed her, slowly undressing her, his fingers caressing her skin gently. "How are you feeling today, love?" he asked when she lay before him naked but for the collar which drained her magic. Deciding to take a chance and making sure the silencing wards were up, he slowly dropped the Imperius Curse from her. If nothing else, he didn\'t want her to retreat completely into herself. It would be much less of a torment for her then to have Raven in the house. Even as he dropped the command spell, his hands caressed her flesh, deciding that tonight, he\'d pleasure her thoroughly.



She gasped as if she were emerging from underwater and her eyes focused on Lucius. It had been a long time since she\'d seen that look in his eye. She should be angry at him, railing against him and lashing out to get away, but she missed that look too much so she lay there, reaching up to run her fingers down his cheek. "I wasn\'t feeling anything until now," she murmured, her body instinctively arching into his caresses, needing his touch. "What\'re you doing?" The question held multiple meanings and she hoped Lucius would answer them all, but she would be happy with just one.



Lucius gave her a smile, his hand cupping a breast and gently rolling a nipple.



"You\'ve been a good girl today, love, and good girls deserve a reward," he said, leaning down to run his teeth lightly over her swollen peak before swirling his tongue around it and sucking it into his mouth. His hand dropped lower down her body, his touch teasing and light as her traced patterns on her flat tummy.



"Incarcerous," he murmured, watching as silk ropes slipped from the corners of the bed to bind her securely, but not painfully. "You look so beautiful like that," he said, his hot eyes raking over her body. "All spread out and mine for the taking. I just can\'t resist you.... But your reward is that I\'ll let you choose. Do you want to come first on my tongue? Or my cock? I have no meetings in the morning, so I can keep you up, screaming for more... and for mercy... all night long. That\'s what you want, isn\'t it, love?" he purred as she slowly crawled down her body, kissing her skin as he dropped.



She gasped and arched against him already so wet for him. "Your tongue. I want your tongue," she whispered, wishing she weren\'t tied up so she could run her hands through his hair and hold him to her as he did wicked things with that wicked tongue. It had been so long since she\'d had an orgasm let alone one from him. She didn\'t really want to think about what he meant that he couldn\'t resist her. If that were the case... no, that was the past and she was done living in it. "Lucius... I promise to be good if you untie me. Please."



He looked up from where he\'d been about to feast on her flesh, then raised an eyebrow.



Shrugging, he stood off the bed and took off his own clothing, neatly folding it and laying it on the chair. "You do know that you cannot work magic with the collar on, love. You can\'t escape me."



He looked back at her flesh, wet for him and spread out so appealingly. "Perhaps later. I think I\'d like that. But this first time, I want you tied down. I want to watch you pull on those ropes and hear you beg for my cock. Then... we\'ll see. Maybe I\'ll let you ride me. I\'d like to watch your pretty tits bouncing in my face," he said, moving to kneel between her spread thighs and bending low to draw his tongue up her slit, loving the taste of his wife\'s bare flesh. It had always been one of the things he\'d liked about her, that she kept her cunt bare. He loved to lick the smooth flesh and make her scream even though he hadn\'t done it in years.



"I don\'t want to escape. Not now...." she gasped. "I just want to - nnn - to hold you." Only he could reduce her to a quivering mess on the bed and have her singing her deepest desires and fondest wishes like some bloody Gryffindor.



Oh gods, she\'d forgotten this, forgotten how damned good he felt and how damned good he was. Moaning, she arched against the restraints, her legs quivering with the suppressed desire to clamp them around his head. "Lucius," she groaned as his tongue swirled around her clit, nipping and teasing her flesh to a fine hum. Wrapping her fingers around her silk restraints, she gained enough leverage to arch her hips into his mouth seeking release.



Grinning against her flesh, he lapped faster, his tongue moving through her folds before licking down to her opening, the tip slipping inside. His fingers run up the sensitive flesh of her thighs, holding her open to him as he moved back to her clit, sucking her labia into his mouth and gently using two fingers to enter her body. "Come for me," he murmured against her clit before sucking it hard into his mouth and tonguing the sensitive nub as fast as he could.



She was already on edge and therefore very close to coming as it was but then when he growled against her wet skin, she came hard almost embarrassingly quickly. She bucked and shrieked hoarsely to the ceiling, her legs straining against their restraints in an effort to wrap themselves around his head. When he had milked every last bit of pleasure out of her and she was limp in aftermath, she came back to herself, panting and a bit stunned. "When was the last time we\'d done this?" she asked softly, still staring at the canopy above their heads.



"About the same time you gave me a blow job without making me beg for one?" he asked crawling back up from between her legs and unfastening the restraints with a muttered word. Gripping her thighs, he spread her wide, looking down at her glistening cunt, and pushed his hard cock inside until he was buried balls deep. "Are you going to make me beg tonight?" he asked, setting a hard pace, slamming into her over and over again.



"Noooo," she moaned in a high pitched voice. Wrapping her legs around his waist tightly, she moved against him in an age old rhythm that once learned was never forgotten. Holding her arms out for him, she pulled him down on top of her and held him close. She could almost fool herself into thinking they were making love this way instead of a brutal using of each other\'s bodies. "No, I won\'t make you beg," she gasped in his ear.



In answer, he dropped closer, feeling her nipples rubbing over his chest and kissing her deeply, wondering how she\'d react to tasting herself on his lips and tongue and chin. One hand slipped between their bodies and began to gently flick over over clit in time to his strokes, the primal rhythm making him begin to feel his release gather at the base of his spine.



Any other time before this she would have turned her head, not wanting to taste herself, but something either about the collar or his use of the imperious on her tamed her and actually made her more open for \'kinkier\' things than in the past.



She gasped against his lips and moaned, feeling another orgasm build and then she screamed her release, coming hard on his cock and fingers. "Lucius!" she shouted, her muscles clamping hard around his hard length.



He continued to fuck her through her orgasm, fighting for control. Somehow, he managed to hold on by his toenails.



Pulling out of her, he rolled onto his back on the huge bed and looked at her, smiling softly, one eyebrow cocking in question.



Oh. She hadn\'t been expecting this so soon, but oddly, she was ok with that. Crawling over his body, she straddled his chest, letting him see how glistening wet she still was for him and ran her tongue along his hard shaft. Her flavor was stronger here than on his lips and tongue, but it was a salty, clean taste that she didn\'t mind at all. Wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and sucking in hard, she absently wondered why they hadn\'t done this earlier and wondered if he would\'ve stayed with her if she had.



His hands grasped her thighs, spreading her wider so he could look at her while she sucked him, a happy sigh escaping. Gently, he tugged her back until his tongue was slowly moving through her folds once again. He was enjoying giving her pleasure, knowing that he was going to make her absolutely desperate for him until he owned her body and soul. Only then could he truly break her. And break her he would.



Groaning in pleasure from her actions and the thoughts of what he\'d eventually do to her, he felt his orgasm building. His head dropped back as he gasped for breath before releasing his load in his wife\'s waiting mouth.



Completely unaware of her fate, Narcissa swallowed his release without protest even though she still didn\'t like the taste. When she had licked him clean she turned around and cuddled into her husband\'s side. "Are you going to keep me under the Imperious?" she asked softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his still hard chest. Even after a couple of stints in Azkaban, he was still fairly well toned.



"For now," he told her, turning to look at her face and seeing the conflicting emotions in her eyes. "At least when we aren\'t here, in bed. I don\'t at all trust you not to hurt my daughter, and she\'s living here now, after all."



Looking down, she nodded. She\'d thoroughly destroyed his trust in her at least in that regard. "I understand," she murmured, watching her fingers move against his skin. "Does Draco know or suspect? How did he take meeting Raven, by the way? You were having lunch with them this afternoon weren\'t you?" She was both genuinely curious about Draco\'s response to the girl but also wondering if she had an ally in her son or not.



"Draco is too wise not to suspect, although he didn\'t seem concerned," he told her, amused to see a bit of hope die in her eyes as he said it. "I had, after all, just told him that he had a sister, and what had happened to her. He\'s capable of putting things together. Your temper tantrums are, after all, legendary. As for his reaction to Raven, I believe it was positive. They, after all, immediately found common ground to stand on. Draco\'s driving need to restore the glory of the family name, and Raven\'s need to...." He stopped, not really understanding what was driving his daughter. "She and Draco cooked up a project together involving the girls that were freed along with her. She went today to see the Minister and get his permission to proceed, which he gave her. Our family is setting up a shelter house for those girls, and getting them what they need to start new lives. Apparently, I\'m a foster father now to the ones that are underage," he said with a chuckle. "Although only as far as paying the bills are concerned. What makes it so beautiful is that, were Draco or I to propose this, it would look like we were attempting to buy favor. But Raven doing it, after being one of them, can be a concerned friend, one of their comrades, who talked her wealthy relatives into footing the bill." He shook his head. "They\'re both frighteningly brilliant in their own way. Add to that her veela nature and her ability to get just about any man to do what she wants and she\'ll be a force to be reckoned with. She already has Weasley wrapped around her finger."







"I may not care about her but a Weasley? Which one? The youngest one that...." The unspoken saved her hung between them. She\'d hoped that Draco would be an ally against Raven or barring that, against his father, but that hope was quickly dashed. Propping herself up on her elbow, she looked down at him, wondering just how much this girl had changed him. In the past he would\'ve gone off on a rampage about the Weasleys, Arthur in particular, but the youngest two had piqued his ire especially after everything that had gone on in the Department of Mysteries four years previous. Even still, a part of her was reluctantly impressed with the speed and ease the girl had slipped into their lives and immediately began reshaping it around her. She was indeed, very much a Malfoy. "What\'re you going to do about it? Are you going to permit her to continue seeing the Weasley boy? He can\'t be all that politically well connected, not enough for you to allow that."



Lucius looked at her and frowned. "He saved her. She\'s had enough choices taken from her in her life. If she wants to date Weasley, I\'ll grit my teeth and keep quiet. He\'s not going to hurt her, or her reputation. And he is on a first name basis with the Minister. For now, it\'s harmless enough. Don\'t you think you\'ve interfered in her life enough?" he asked warningly.



"You have me all but locked in your bedroom and under an Imperio no less. I have no friends, I have no allies, how in the world do you expect me to interfere in Raven\'s life when I am a prisoner?" she asked wearily, suddenly tired of the games, of the intrigue and very dearly wishing she\'d never heard of Syliva and Raven Iris or would have just left them alone. Hindsight is 20/20 indeed.



"That is exactly the point, wife. I don\'t," he said, stretching and wrapping an arm around her, his fingers cupping her bum and stroking the taut muscle. "I think I\'m finding a second wind. Perhaps it\'s time to indulge me a bit more, wife. What say you? Are you up to something... new?"







Narcissa tensed a bit in his arms not really sure she liked that glint in his eyes nor the possessive way he was caressing her arse. "What did you have in mind?" she asked cautiously. As if I have a choice, she added silently.



He felt her tense, and smirked inside deciding to twist the knife.





"I\'m a man with varied appetites, Narcissa. I spared you from them, all these years. But you apparently resented that. So I\'m giving you a choice. You can give me what I need from a woman, or you can watch as I bring an endless parade of them here... and in public. Maybe find another one to love." He frowned then. "What would I do with you then? I don\'t care for the public facade anymore, the need to show a perfect family...."







She inwardly narrowed her eyes at him. Her possessiveness of him was being manipulated as well as her pride for their public image because whatever Lucius did was still reflected onto her even if she had retired from society. Plus there was that implied threat of her death if she didn\'t do what she was told. She\'d almost forgotten that she could be killed at any moment instead of just being punished. "What do you want me to do?" she murmured softly, her eyes fluttering down to hide the hurt and anger in them.





His stroking became more directed as his fingers dipped into her nethercleft, tenderly circling the tight pucker of her arse. "I want you to get on your knees and spread your arse cheeks for me, while I plow you from behind. You have a delectable arse, wife, and I realized I\'ve never filled it. That\'s quite an oversight on my part. It\'s nice and tight and hot and I would so dearly love to hear you moan while I pound into it," he said, as vulgarly as he could. He\'d been loving, and she\'d begun to feel secure. Now it was time to keep her off balance again.







Narcissa\'s eyes went wide in shock. "No!" she sputtered immediately, sitting up and propping herself up on her arm. "Absolutely not. As childish as this sounds, that is an out hole only and it will forever remain that way. Besides, that\'s disgusting, Lucius. No, I don\'t want your cock anywhere near my arse. You can use me in any other way but that." Once she was finished and her indignancy had died down she wondered if she\'d be punished for her outburst.



For a moment, Lucius looked at her calmly, raising an eyebrow. Then, with a clap, he summoned two elves. "Take my wife to her chamber and chain her with the iron chains to the bed. Keep her clean and fed until I come for her. No one is to speak to her, no matter what or cover her nakedness in any way. Is that clear?"



"Yes, Master Lucius, sir," the elves said in high pitched squeaks, bowing and looking at each other.



Lucius summoned his wand with a thought and flicked it once, manacles forming on her wrists and ankles, the ends of which levitated into the elves grasps. "Make sure she\'s chained tightly. Arms over her head and legs spread," he told them.



They trembled and nodded, then tugged on the chains to get their one time mistress moving.



"Oh, and silence her door. I wouldn\'t want her screams to upset my daughter."



They squeaked at that, and hurried the naked Narcissa out of the room and across the hall to her own chamber to fulfill their masters orders.





Screams? Narcissa thought to herself. She looked back at Lucius where he lay impassively staring at her just before they rounded the corner and the door shut behind them.



Already the warm almost cozy feeling she\'d had with him was gone, evaporated like her hopes and dreams had twenty years before when she\'d married the cold man her parents had picked for her.







The House Elves led her to her room and tied her down with the quick efficiency and silence all House Elves had and then she was alone, staring at the ceiling with a single tear running down the side of her head and disappearing into her hair.