The Masked Lady

Chapter 11: The Return



For wishyouwere….big hugs for you darling, I am so sorry…..

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Hermione stood disillusioned in the shadowed corner of Lucius’s lavish bedchamber. She had been waiting for nearly an hour for him to retire and her patience was waning quickly. She couldn’t believe he had gone to such lengths to reach her. First he had gone to her flat, which was rather humiliating given where she lived, and had used a variation of an unforgivable to gain access. Then he had all but threatened her best friend who was an auror to try and discover her location. She had been flattered by his attention but what won her over was when she opened the society pages and saw his ad in big, bold lettering. He had taken an ad in a widely circulated publication to get her attention. How could she ignore that?









She had been grinning the entire afternoon as she made plans. She was giddy with anticipation, Lucius Malfoy wanted her enough to publicly plead for her presence, the question was why. Her grin returned when his bedchamber door opened and he entered, locking it behind him. He pulled his wand from the hollow shaft of the cane and laid it on the nightstand, pitching the sleeve onto a chair and disappearing into the bathroom. She considered stepping out of the shadows and following him but was stalled when a house elf appeared and sat a small tray on the nightstand with a tall glass of milk and a plate of chocolate biscuits.







No sooner had the servant disappeared than Lucius exited the bathroom without a stitch of clothing on his oh so incredible body. She couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. All she could do is stand there, her mouth dry and her panties growing damp as he climbed into his bed and reclined back against a mound of pillows, not bothering to slip beneath the covers that had been graciously turned down for him. He leaned back and crossed his ankles then reached for the tray on his nightstand. As he lifted it legs sprung out from the bottom as he settled it over his lap, unfortunately covering the object of her desire. How could it still be so damned arousing even when it was flaccid?







She watched curiously as he reached for his wand and pointed it at the blank wall across from his bed. Slowly the wood panels rearranged themselves and a rather large flat screen television slid forward.







”Well I’ll be damned. Muggle hating Lucius is a fan of the boob tube.” She grinned and watched him use his wand to flip through the channels while he enjoyed his milk and biscuits. Never in a million years would she have dreamed he would be so…average. She never pictured him as sitting in his bed having a snack and watching….was he watching…Extras? She continued to observe him as he laughed and snacked until he finally set the tray and its empty dishes aside and reclined with a contented sigh to watch more of his television program.









Seeing as he was so distracted it made her appearance all the more dramatic as she removed the disillusionment charm and stepped from the shadows with her wand pointed in his direction.







“Incarcerous madidus!” She said with a soft smirk as silken ropes twined around his wrists and pulled his arms above his head. He struggled for a brief moment until he saw her step into the dim firelight and the glow from his television. His cock immediately stood up and took notice of her dressed in the soft, skintight leather. “Miss me?” She purred, tossing her hair over her shoulders.







“You came back.” He said hoarsely, swallowing hard as she came nearer. Gods she looked incredible.









“You seemed desperate to see me. You imperioused my landlord, you threatened my friend and you took out a want ad for me in the society pages. I thought it might be important.” She laid her wand on the bed beside his hip and reached out suddenly for the pulsing column of flesh twitching towards her so eagerly.







“Gods damn it, witch!” He hissed when she gripped him firmly and pumped her fist over him several times before easing off to tease his scrotum with gentle fingers.









“Hmmm….I find myself distracted from what I came here for. You have a way of making me forget my true purpose, Lucius.” She said softly before leaning down and engulfing him in her mouth.







“Oh sweet mother of Circe!” He groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as she swallowed him into her throat and sucked hard on his aching length. He wasn’t sure what he thought would happen when they came face to face with each other again but it certainly wasn’t this. She sucked particularly hard, drawing her lips up his shaft as she did and he thought he might actually die from the intense pleasure before his tip slipped her lips with a loud pop.







“Mmmm….delicious.” She licked her lips and took a step back before lifting her leg and placing one booted foot on his bed. “Seems like a shame to waste a perfectly naked wizard.” She said while slowly lowering the zipper on her boot and sliding her foot out. “You had the upper-hand last time.” She said, tossing the boot over her shoulder and switching legs to remove the other. “You caught me off guard and I was content to accept the pleasure you were offering.” The other boot took the same journey over her shoulder. “Not this time. This time I am the one in charge.”





“I wasn’t teasing you when I tied you to my bed, I simply questioned you.” His mouth began to water when she reached between her breasts for the zipper that ran the front of her leather cat suit. Slowly, torturously, she lowered the little tab, the snug leather parting and revealing the smooth creamy skin of her torso. The material did not however part far enough for him to see her breasts and the V of the opening ended just below her navel.







“I didn’t say I was going to play fair, Lucius. I play to win.” She grinned. “You are staring at my breasts again.”







“I want to see them; I want them in my hands and in my mouth.” His worlds were blunt and honest and they had the desired effect when her nipple pebbled hard beneath the leather.







“Do you now?” She turned around and presented him with her back. With slow, deliberate movements she reached behind her and pulled her hair forward over her left shoulder and stared at him over her right. She held his gaze as she slipped the clingy material off of her shoulder, sensuously sliding it down her arm. She pulled her hair to the right and repeated her actions with the left sleeve until the garment hung from her waist, her back bared and only the slighted curve of her breasts visible when she moved just right. She was deliberately teasing him and he loved it. She slid her hands down her torso, following the curves of her body, her hands disappearing beneath the leather and slowly pushing it down as she bent forward at the waist.







If his bonds hadn’t been magical he would have broken them trying to get to her. The way she slowly shifted her sweet ass back and forth as she lowered the suit was hypnotic. All he could think about was having her ass swaying that way while he bounced off of it, his hands fisted in all of that glorious hair. She stepped out of the bunched up suit and kicked it aside before turning around slowly, her hands cupped over her breasts and her hips swathed in black lace boy shorts. She walked towards him, her eyes shielded by the mask as she carefully climbed onto his bed, her hands still shielding her breasts from his view as she swung her leg over him and settled herself on his lower abdomen.







“What do you want with me, Lucius? Why did you search for me? Why did you place the ad in the paper?” She asked.







“You left before we could talk about us.” He wanted her to slide back just a little so he could feel the weight of her on his cock.









“Us? Talk about us? There is no us, you wanted to fuck me from the moment I went digging in your pockets and found your cock and you did. You fucked me so well I actually groaned with every step when I left you. But that was it, Lucius. That was the extent of us.” She leaned forward, sliding her hands from her breasts when they pressed into his chest. She folded her hands and rested her chin on top of them as she watched his face. She liked how stormy his eyes got when his passions were high, but was it lust or anger that had him brewing?







“Only because you ran away like a scared little rabbit before I had the opportunity to discuss any …potential…that exists between us.” He said, his voice low and dark.







“Potential?” Her brows quirked and she chuckled slightly. “Oh, Lucius, where is the potential for a relationship for us outside of the bedroom? I am a frumpy, bossy, know it all, over achieving muggle witch and you are a wealthy, aristocratic, arrogant, stubborn arsed pureblood wizard. We are polar opposites. We would never work.”







“You don’t seem frumpy to me now…you didn’t look frumpy that night at the gala either. And tell me, why would we never work? You are a bright witch, beautiful when you put some effort into it, I am a fairly intelligent man and you can’t tell me that what happened between us in this bed wasn’t bloody amazing.” He said.





“Oh I wasn’t going to try and deny it. At the risk of stroking your already enormous ego I would have to say you are the best I have ever had.” She smiled, warmth washing over her at his words. Did he mean them? Was he interested in her as more than a body to warm his bed, a challenge to overcome?







“The feeling is mutual.” He grinned, that sneaky little quirk of his lips that reminded her of a child who had done something naughty. “Give me a chance, Hermione.”







“A chance to break my heart? A chance to toy with me? A chance to humiliate me?” She wanted him to say the words, to tell her specifically what it was he wanted from her.







“A chance to get to know you.” He said simply. No grand declaration of passion or undying love, just a simple statement. They were the most incredible words she had ever heard, they were perfect. “Take off the mask, Hermione, let me see you.”







She pursed her lips and reached for the mask, tossing it over the side of the bed.







“Better?” She asked.







“Much.”







“You want to get to know me, eh?” She smiled softly and he wanted to kiss her.







“Will you let me?” He asked.







“Does it have to be right now?” She asked, her smile turning from soft to sultry in an instant. “Since we are being so honest here I have to tell you that you are the only lover I have had who didn’t leave me wanting.”







“Have there been a lot?” He was somewhat jealous.







“No, there haven’t. I got tired of wasting my time with men who couldn’t please me. You pleased me and I find myself sorely in need of more.” She licked her lips and pushed up off of his chest, sitting astride his abdomen with her hair falling forward over her breasts, her nipples peeking out at him from between the curls.







“I suppose that if you promise not to run out on me in the morning we could put discussion off until breakfast.” She tossed her hair back over her shoulders and bared her breasts completely. “Or lunch.”







“Very good answer, Lucius.” She said, sliding forward just a little bit more. “Now, I can’t begin to tell you how shocked I am to find Lucius Malfoy watching television and eating biscuits in bed.”







“Already you begin figuring out my dirty little secrets.” He smirked. “I love television. I love sweets. Together it’s like nirvana.”







“Is it? And if I told you there were these little devices we could get called camcorders that we can set up in the corner and record ourselves having sex to watch it back later on your television…what would you say to that?” She asked.







“Is it too late for us to go shopping?” Her smile broadened and he was lost in her. He somehow knew it wouldn’t be easy courting her. Hell, before she shot out of the corner he hadn’t even realized that he wanted to court her. He just knew he wanted to see her again, but the moment he did he knew without a doubt that getting to know her was something he had to do.







“You are going to be so much fun.” She said softly. She lowered her head, her lips a hairsbreadth from his. “Hello, stranger, fancy a kiss?”







“Are you going to untie me?” He asked, lifting his head and nudging the tip of her nose with his.







“Not just yet, I like you all tied up and at my disposal.” She swiped her tongue over his lips, the gesture reminding him of past encounters when she would give him a parting lick and he prayed that she wasn’t about to dart off, though her nudity boded well for her intent to remain with him. That lightly swiping tongue slid between his lips and he lifted his head, joining her in the soft exploration of mouths. The leisurely slide of lips against lips and the soft, teasing dips and strokes of tongue was leaving them both lightheaded yet they hated to stop.







Lucius had never been a man who spent long periods of time lip to lip with a witch, his lovers, including his wife, had always been kept at a certain distance intimately. It was because he always needed to be aware of himself, what he was doing and how he was doing it, he could never let go completely. But it was different now. He enjoyed kissing Hermione, enjoyed the sweet little sounds she made that vibrated against his lips and the spicy flavor of her kiss. He was free to be himself with her and know it was welcomed.







She pulled her lips from his and sat up. She ran the tip of her finger over his bottom lip and he opened his mouth and sucked her finger inside, licking the sensitive pad with his rough tongue. She braced a hand on the headboard above his head and angled her torso towards him. She pulled her finger from between his lips and replaced it with the hardened point of her nipple. His cock twitched, leaking pearly drops of fluid against his belly as she put her other hand on the headboard and pushed her breast into his mouth. He was enthralled with her passion, the way she took what she wanted, told him what she wanted without expecting him to read her mind. He circled and flicked the ripe berries in turn, suckling and raking his teeth over them as she fed them to him alternately.







Her moans of pleasure drowned out the sound of the television, not that he was paying any attention to anything other than the aroused witch slowly rubbing her pelvis against his lower belly. She pulled away and he couldn’t help the sound of disappointment that slipped from his mouth. She rose, a bit unsteadily at first, her feet on either side of him, still holding onto the headboard with one hand for balance as she pushed the black lace underpants she was wearing down, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.







That was when she surprised him in a way no other woman ever had. With her hands holding firmly to the headboard she knelt, knees on the pillow beneath his head, her sex directly over his mouth. She didn’t need to tell him what she wanted, it was obvious enough and he was more than happy to answer her demand. His tongue slithered easily between swollen lips slick with want, tickling, tasting, and pleasuring as she rocked her hips against his mouth. He could definitely handle a lifetime of such illicit pleasure, even if his arms were beginning to ache from the restraints. It didn’t take long before her grip on the headboard turned her knuckles white and the movement of her hips became erratic. Lucius was suckling her clit when she screamed, her head thrown back as she pulsed against his active tongue as she came.







“My god you have a talented mouth.” She groaned, sliding back slowly until she was poised over the throbbing column of flesh between his legs. “But right now I need to feel you inside me.” She slowly lowered her wet, hot flesh onto his throbbing erection. The soft, tight grip of her body closing over him, burning him, caressing him, tormenting him with nearly unbearable pleasure. “God you fill me so perfectly.” She groaned, lifting up, sliding her tight sleeve over him until only the tip remained inside and then letting her weight carry her right back down, sheathing him completely.









She moved so slowly, sliding up and down his length with a sensuous little grind on every down stroke. Her hands were braced on his chest, her fingertips curled into his pectorals, her nails biting slightly into the skin. He watched her face, relishing every soft gasp and tortured moan as she rode him.









“Hermione…let me loose.” He croaked, lifting his hips and thrusting up into her. “Please….I need to touch you….”







Her eyes opened and stared into his for a moment before she reached for her wand and released the ropes. He didn’t take the time to stretch his aching muscles; he’d worry about potential stiffness later, after he had come so deep inside her she could taste him. He gripped her hips tightly and sat up, his arms going around her waist. She gasped and twined her arms around his neck, their eyes locked as they found the rhythm together.







“Lucius….more, it feels so good.” She gasped, nipping his bottom lip lightly before running her tongue over it to soothe the little hurt.









“You make me want to hurt you.” He held her tighter, pumping his hips and driving his cock deeper until her body checked his invasion and he could go no further. “And you love it don’t you? You love it that you can make me this crazy!”







“YYYEEEESSSS!” She hissed and fell with more force onto him, encouraging him to fuck her harder, to give her more of the delicious pleasure/pain. Holding her tight he rolled suddenly, putting her on her back with her legs open wide as he flexed into her, thrusting and grinding, using every inch of his cock to push her higher.







“You won’t run away from me again….” He growled, thrusting harder and holding her so tightly she was afraid she would suffocate but she didn’t stop him. No, nothing could make her stop him, he was possessing her utterly and that was just what she wanted, what she needed so she held him tighter and rolled her hips beneath him, taking him deep, feeling him stretch and brand her from the inside out with his passion.







“No…I don’t want to…I want you too much.” She whispered against his lips.







“Gods you are killing me, witch…never had it this good.” He kissed her, his tongue digging deep into her mouth, tasting every sweet inch of it as he plumbed her core fervently.







“Oh yes, Lucius, I’m coming…make me come….Oh please don’t stop!” She cried as the heat pooling low in her belly began to swell, the pressure growing and growing, spreading through her limbs and causing them to quiver as the gorgeous wizard plunged into her again and again.







“Yes…come for me, hold nothing back from me, ever.” He could feel the walls of her sheathe pulsing around him, erratic little spasms that warned of her impending release. Small, soft hands slid down his back and sharp claws dug into his flexing backside as she arched her back, her body stiffening as her pussy clamped tight around him, pulsing, clasping and drawing on him in her pleasure. He thrust through her release, with her taken care of he could be selfish and seek his own pleasure, thrusting and rolling his hips against the writhing, shouting witch until the burn began in his scrotum, pulling his balls up tight against him just before his seed blasted from the end of his cock and filled her. He collapsed on top of her, whimpering and shuddering as he continued to move inside her with small, jerky little digs of his hips.







“Only you.” She sighed softly, hugging him close as their sweaty bodies began to cool.







“Only me?” He raised his head, blinking rapidly to focus as a rush of dizziness washed over him. She reached up and pushed his hair back from his face, tucking it behind his ear.







“You don’t treat me like I will break in your hands. You don’t treat me like some kind of…freak because I need strength in my lover. You give me what I need, you satisfy me completely. I’ve never had that.” She said quietly, praying that her words wouldn’t push him away or color his opinion of her.





“You are the first witch who wanted me to be anything other than restrained. You are the first to want me, completely. I’m exhausted and aching when we are through but it’s good. It feels right, natural.” He lowered his head and kissed her again, this time with tenderness, showing her what her acceptance meant to him.







“So now we get to know each other?” She said, looking up at him. He smiled and kissed the end of her nose.





“Yes, now we get to know each other.” He chuckled, withdrawing and rolling off of her. “Should we start now?” He asked, yawning and stretching like a cat, wincing at the burning pain in his lower back. Hermione curled up against his side, her head resting on his shoulder and one leg thrown over his hip.







“Maybe later…right now I just want to lay here and watch the telly with you.” She mimicked his yawn and snuggled closer. “Pull the blankets up.” She said sleepily, sighing in contentment when he crooked his finger and the blankets covered them. They fell asleep, their disheveled bodies cast in the glow of the television.