Diamond in the Rough

“Well wife, now that you’ve had your wicked way with me, what would you like to do next?” Lucius was sated and feeling quite benevolent. He smirked up at his wife as he cradled the back of his head with his arms.

“To be honest, I would love a tour of your library. I’ve been dying to spend some time in here.” She looked around the massive library.

“The little bookworm returns, I see.” He moved her hair off her shoulders so he could appreciate an unimpeded view of her breasts.

“Your library is enormous; I bet I could spend days in here.”

“I have no doubts you could and will. Shall I have Twilby bring lunch to us in here and then give you a tour?”

“Oh Lucius, really?” She smiled excitedly, she stood up practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, “Oh where to start,” she said more talking to herself than to him. She practically danced over to the bookshelves.

Lucius very much appreciating the way she bounced and jiggled smiled bemusedly at her. It took so little to appease her, a simple offer to tour the library. He shook his head and said, “I adore the view Poppet, however, I think it might be a good idea for us to freshen up a bit first, perhaps put on some clothes. I wouldn’t want Twilby to drop dead from shock when he brought in lunch and found the lord and lady of the manor cavorting about the library sans clothing.”

She stopped studying the books and looked down at herself realizing she was naked. She smiled sheepishly at him and said, “I suppose clothes would be a good idea.”

He chuckled softly. “Indeed.” He stood up slowly and stretched out his limbs. He was long, lean and sculpted to perfection. He looked up to see Hermione looking at him as intently as she had the books. He opened up his arms to her, “Poppet I can apparate us to our sitting room.” She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against his. He was really quite tall; her head barely came up to his chest.

“You press yourself against me any tighter my Dear and we may never come back for today’s tour.” His eyes flashed silver and they apparated upstairs.


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Looking at the clock in her bedroom, she had just enough time to take a quick soak in the tub. She went into the bathroom and turned on the faucets of the enormous Jacuzzi tub. She added her favorite apricot bubbles and eased into the bathtub relishing the slight sting of heated water against her skin as she eased herself down into the bath.

She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and relived the memory of a beautifully bound Lucius. She had always wanted to take the reins and have a man at her mercy. To have a man like Lucius under her complete control well, that made the experience so sublime. She was quite convinced that not too many people got the upper hand with him.

Good Goddess, the man was well endowed and even trussed up like a turkey; he could make all the right moves with the parts the counted the most. She had heard all about his reputation as a lover extraordinaire. Some of the rumors bordered on downright kinky. She shivered at the thought.

Hermione had a very fertile imagination; she could very well imagine his knowledge and experience in all sorts of wicked activities. She hadn’t actually believed that sex could be quite this good. Yes, she had read hundreds of books of how to attain that ultimate pleasure but until Lucius Malfoy, sex had been, nice, boring but nice. She assumed nice was about as good as it got. He blew that theory right out of the water. She wanted to explore what kind of tricks he had up his sleeves if she could make it through a day without wanting to slap him upside the head for some incredibly stupid, haughty comment he would inevitably make. The sod. A very talented sod, she smirked as she thought about his heated promise.

She entered the library to find Lucius pouring glasses of wine for the two of them. A lovely lunch platter had been laid out on the coffee table between the couch and chair. Hermione smiled to herself as her eyes alighted on the couch. The chair could be fun she thought as Lucius walked up to her and handed her a glass of wine.

He looked at her as he approached her. Her skin creamy, cheeks slightly tinged pink, her tawny curls cascading down her back. She wore a cerulean blue silk blouse and sand coloured linen trousers. He smiled as he looked at her feet, she was barefoot and little rose coloured toenails peeped out beneath the hem of her slacks.

“Poppet, is that some of the clothing from Madam Malkin?”

“It is. Do you like it?” she slowly turned around for him.

“I do but I think you are missing something,” he sipped his wine, eyeing her toes with a lifted eyebrow.

“I didn’t feel like wearing them.” She looked at him, her little chin beginning to rise as if daring him to comment.

“I see,” though he didn’t really, did muggles tend to not wear shoes? It really didn’t matter; he liked having a little part of her naked even it was her feet.

He took her hand and pulled it into the crook of his arm and walked them up the stairs. “The library is set up by sections. Each section is in alphabetical order…”

They climbed three floors. Hermione couldn’t get over how incredibly large the library was. Within each of the sections were books within glass cases. The books behind glass were either rare editions within that section, author-signed or specific to the Malfoy family history only. Lucius took his time to show her some of his prized collections.

Some of the floors had sitting areas, cushy loveseats and pillows, perfect to curl up in and read. Another floor had a huge window seat with luxurious cushions to sink into and overlooked the magnificent gardens. Hermione knew she had found her newest most favourite place as Lucius walked her through the floors; Hogwarts had nothing on what the Malfoy family had created within their manor. She couldn’t wait to explore it. They slowly made their way downstairs to have lunch.

“Lucius, I’ve never seen anything so magnificent.” She said with awe in her voice.

He smirked at her, “I’m so glad you approve, I dare say, I’ll know the first place to look when I’m trying to find you.”


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Hermione entered the breakfast room the next morning. Lucius’ head was buried behind the Daily Prophet. He lowered the newspaper as she sat down. “Good morning Hermione, I do apologize but I must address several business matters today that require my immediate attention and will most likely take up most of the day. I would have assigned these to Draco but he is meeting with his soon to be in-laws today.”

He was stunning in a high necked velvet black waistcoat and silk trousers. His long, black, silk frock coat framed his lean, muscled body. His hair was pulled back from him face, showcasing the sculpted cheeks and planes of his face.

“That’s alright Lucius, I believe I can find something to occupy my time for most the day.” She told him. “Is it okay for me to peruse your library?” she asked, after all it was his library.

“Of course, it is now your library too,” he stood up folded his paper and walked over to where she was sitting. He leaned down and kissed her cheek taking a moment to inhale her sweet fragrance.

She watched him walk out of the breakfast room. She couldn’t believe her luck; she had wanted to get back into that library, one section in particular, preferably without Lucius beside her. He had one of the most extensive collections of erotica she had ever seen. They had walked through it rather quickly the day before and she hadn’t wanted to linger with him beside her, his sharp eyes missed nothing. She hurriedly finished breakfast.

This was even more extensive than the restricted section at Hogwarts. Nervously Hermione looked around to ensure she was quite alone. She began slowly reading the titles. The collection included fiction, graphic novels, encyclopedias, fairy tales, magic rituals, variations on different techniques, all types of, all kinds of erotica, magical, dark magic, and muggle erotica.

Hermione felt her cheeks heat as she began pulling down various tomes and saw some of the books had enchanted pictures, graphically moving pictures in the books that offered particular techniques. Telling herself that this could be very educational in dealing with her big, flaxen, very experienced, ex death eater she gravitated towards his BDSM collection. She pulled out a large volume that had no title on the spine, intrigued; she pulled the book out and read, “The Compendium of Dominance and Submission.”

Lucius walked out of his fireplace and called out for Twilby. “Where is Madam Malfoy?” “She is here Sir. She has been here all day.” Twilby squeaked as he handed Lucius a tumbler of fire whiskey. Why wasn’t he surprised?

“Hermione?” he called out.

“I’m up here, I’ll be right down,” Hermione’s voice floated down the staircase.

Hermione hastily put her books away with a flick of her wand. Where had the time gone? She couldn’t believe he was back so soon. She rushed to the staircase and began walking down the stairs to where Lucius was now peering up at her.

“You’ve been in here all day?” he asked.

“I guess I lost track of time,” she said smiling a little sheepishly at him. Her cheeks were flushed and he could see a bead of sweat make its way down behind her ear.

“What on earth were you reading?” he asked her amusedly.

“Oh, just a little of this and that,” she told him evasively. He raised his eyebrow at her and went to pour her a glass of wine.

“Hermione, we’ve been invited to an engagement party for Draco and his intended, Susannah Fawcett this Saturday. Her family is quite well connected in wizarding social circles as well as at the ministry and it is the first time you and I will be seen in public since we married. If you don’t mind, I would like to help you pick out your dress.”

She looked at him at little owlishly, she had to hand it to him, he was asking her sort of, rather than telling her what she was going to wear and he did know how to dress for these types of occasions. “I believe I would like your input Lucius.”

“Excellent.” He smiled at her.

“If you don’t mind Lucius, I’d like to change for dinner.” She set her wine glass down and apparated to her room.

She was behaving rather oddly, he thought. He sat down in his chair and flicked his fingers; a book flew down from upstairs into his hand. His eyebrows lifted in surprise and a wicked, little smile danced across his lips, “Ahhhh, most interesting.” His eyes glittered in the firelight, he whispered, “Show me.” Pages started to turn to where Hermione had spent the bulk of her time.

Hermione was just stepping out of the bath when a band of steel closed about her waist suddenly and pulled her hard against a very firm chest and abdomen.

“Lucius, I’m wet,” she yelped.

“Not yet, you aren’t,” he whispered in her ear. She shivered as his breath played across her ear.

“I must say your reading tastes surprised and delighted me,” he said silkily. “Do you remember my promise?”

“Oh no, “ she thought, “how could I be so stupid.” He seemed immensely large as she was held against him. Although she had wondered when her big bad death eater would come out to play, what she had imagined and what she was now faced with had her extremely panicky and unbalanced. She had expected to have some type of control in this situation and now found herself with none.

He tucked her under his right arm and carried her like she was a sack of potatoes to his bedroom. He sat down on the chaise lounge and in one graceful movement he swung her up and over his lap. Hermione was appalled to find herself arse-tipped over his knees completely naked and wet. He wouldn’t dare. Would he? She began to struggle hard to get herself off his lap. He held her firmly, she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Let me up Lucius, this instant.” She squeaked.

“I think not Poppet; we need to have a serious little discussion about what can hurt in a very pleasurable way. Think of what I am about to do as warming you up so to speak.”

He then in one quick movement positioned her so that she was slightly diagonal across his lap and her legs were on either side of his right knee. Cool air washed across her body, she was slightly chilled from not having dried off from her bath, she growled and began her struggles in earnest, bucking, writhing and twisting more determined than ever to escape. He pulled her tightly against him, locking his left arm down on the small of her back and waist. He paused to admire the creamy heart shaped bottom laid out before him.

With a wolfish grin, he brought his hand up high and slapped it hard on one white cheek. “You should have shared your interests with me sooner Poppet,” he lifted his hand again and slapped hard on the other cheek admiring the pink staining the soft rounded globes.

“Lucius stop this” she yelled.

“I think not Poppet, Not until I’m quite sure you realize the benefits of sharing certain desires with your husband.” He brought his hand down again and again, quickly reddening her entire bottom with fast quick smacks. Oh he loved to watch a lovely bottom jiggle to this particular dance. She was struggling less and he could have sworn he heard a soft cry. His cock strained against his trousers.

“Hermione, I’m waiting….” He said softly.

This bloody well hurt. She forgot about that aspect while looking through "The Compendium". She was incredibly embarrassed and aghast to be in this position. How dare he smack her like she was a child. She’d been holding her breath, biting her lip in an effort to not cry out. She’d be damned to acquiesce to him. She tried moving her hips forward in an attempt to move away from his hard slaps. She felt something large and hard pushing up against her inner thigh. “Oh,” she thought and tentatively rubbed herself against that large, hard bulge. Electricity seemed to shoot straight to her groin, she felt herself begin to grow wet. Desire mixed with pain in an intense wave. She rubbed herself harder against him.

Lucius eyes widened. If he wasn’t mistaken his little hoyden was rubbing herself against him, right on his very hard erection. His cock twitched, pulsed and hardened painfully from the friction.

“Ohhh, Lucius, I think sharing certain desires with one’s spouse might potentially be a good thing,” she panted.

He stopped spanking her and ran his large hand up her inner thigh to plunge into her wetness. He smiled delightedly and turned her over so she was facing him. He sat her on his lap and pushed one finger then two fingers into her slick heat, pumping in and out of her while rubbing his thumb across her swollen, tender little nub.

All embarrassment gone, Hermione, drunk with desire wanted his hands on her bare skin, she wanted that big, thick cock inside of her. Her hands reached for his hardness, she pushed the heel of her right hand against him, grasping his cock through his trousers and squeezed him hard.

He leaned down and plunged his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue battled his for dominance, she let go of his cock and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He stood up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, sobbing with need. He unfastened his trousers and walked out of them as he carried her to the bed, he was pressed hard against her soft belly and she was moving herself up and down on his hardness. Positioning himself at her entrance; he plunged hard into her wet heat.

“Lucius!” Hermione screamed as she soared into a violent orgasm. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock as he drove in and out of her, he was moving quickly to his own peak with the intensity of her orgasm.

He groaned spilling himself deeply inside of her. He felt her nails bite and scratch into the top of his buttocks as she skyrocketed again. She was unable to think, so awash in the pleasure of this moment.

He rolled her on top of him so she was pressed against his chest, abdomen, and groin. Her petite legs tangled with his. He wrapped his arms around her and ran a hand down to those swollen, rosy globes and rubbed gently. Hermione deeply sated, basking in the heat and movements of her husband, fell sound asleep, her head tucked under his chin.

Lucius flicked his fingers at the fireplace and warded the bedroom door against any unanticipated house elves. He lifted his head over hers to take in her heated seat. He let his head drop back and moved his hands to cup her bottom possessively. With a satisfied sigh, he let Morpheus take him too.