Lucius\' Bookshelves

Chapter 13

Unreservedly, eh? The possibilities flashing in his mind’s eye were limitless. The idea of her secured spread-eagle to his bed, a blindfold preventing her from anticipating his touches was extremely appealing. The whimpers and moans she would make would be exquisite. Indeed, the cries of surprise would further enhance the experience. Then his mind latched onto another image. Yes. That was what he wanted.

Lucius moved a half-step back, handhands still on Hermione’ “Do you trust me?”

She looked back at Lucius, studying him for a moment before responding. “Yes. I do.”

The blond wizard smiled, his voice soft. “Good. I can teach you things you’ve only ever fantasized about. Trust me, and I can bring you to a completely new level of awareness. About pleasure. And about yourself.”

His voice was smoothly seductive, and Hermione shivered again. Gods. She had always known that she was a strong-willed woman. But her mother had always told her that she would be happiest with a man who would not let her run roughshod over him. Lucius certainly wouldn’t let her do that! Instinctively, she also knew that she had found someone who had the ability to draw things out of her that she didn’t know she possessed. And like the moth to a flame, Lucius’ draw was irresistible.

She’d meant it when she told Lucius that she gave herself to him unreservedly. She knew that he wouldn’t have it any other way. And still, the prospect was unnerving. She’d just have to trust Lucius. Gods.

Lucius smiled. Helping Hermione discover her dark desires would keep him (and her!) amused for a long time to come. Indeed, this could be a life-long task for him.

Taking her hand, Lucius led her from the library to his rooms. Rather than going into the bedroom, though, he took her into his private study. Hermione looked around the room. It was decidedly masculine-looking, with a large dark wood desk, matching bookshelves and a small end table stacked with mail. Rich oriental carpets covered the floor, and heavy burgundy curtains hung at the windows. A dark stone fireplace on the wall sat in front of a black leather couch. Hermione decided that the room was very definitely Lucius; formal, and yet still surprisingly comfortable.

Lucius wasn’t looking at the room. He was glancing at Hermione, his eyes lingering on her long skirt. Very soon, now, he counseled himself.

Uncertain as to what to say, she opted for the mundane. “This room really suits you.”

Lucius nodded his thanks, and muttered a quick ‘incendio’ to get the fire roaring. He then motioned to the couch, sitting down, and then taking Hermione’s hand as she sat down next to him.

Hermione curled into Lucius’ arm. His grin was savage as she met his mouth, and a bolt of heat shot through her body. Delicately, Hermione kicked off her shoes before drawing her feet up underneath her on the couch.

Her fingers began to work free the buttons of his shirt as his lips tasted yet again the creamy skin at the juncture of her jaw and throat. A moan from Hermione convinced Lucius that the time had come. Time to start teaching Hermione to realize what her body was really craving.

In one quick movement, Lucius grasped Hermione’s wrist firmly as his other hand, previously occupied with caressing her shoulders, guided her face down over his knees.

Hermione tried to struggle, uncertain as to what Lucius had in mind.

“Shh…” He whispered, as if soothing a frightened animal. “Trust me, Hermione.” The silky, insinuating voice relaxed her, and Hermione nodded her assent. His arm held her shoulders down, her hips positioned across his.

Slowly, his free hand began to work the fabric of her skirt up her legs, his fingers lightly brushing against her skin.

Lucius reveled in the increasing expanse of creamy skin that was being revealed as his hands moved up the legs toned by daily swimming.

Hermione moaned softly, pressing her hips against his legs.

A smirk came to Lucius’ lips. He so hoped that his instincts about her were right. And very rarely were they wrong.

Lucius’ fingers grazed the backs of her thighs, barely touching her skin. She moved against him again, her legs spreading for him slightly.

Moving his hand back to the material of her skirt, he began to slide the fabric over the curve of her buttocks. The hint of pink silk panties appeared at the hem of the skirt. Despite the warmth in the room, Hermione shivered as the air touched her previously-covered skin.

Lucius grinned wickedly as his hand revealed more pale flesh, and all of the pink silk. Her skirt now pushed above her waist, Lucius rested his hand briefly on the silk-covered globes of her backside. Briefly, he reflected on the way the light from the fire played across the taut silk. He swallowed hard as his cock twitched noticeably.

His fingers toying with the silk of her panties, Lucius’ other hand loosened its hold on Hermione’s shoulders. Foolishly, she tried to lift her head, and he was forced to push he back down with an alarming swiftness. He slipped a finger under the elastic of her panties, the digit caressing the strong muscles. She shivered, a muffled gasp escaping her mouth.

After assuring himself that Hermione was not going to try to sit up again, he again lifted his arm off her shoulders and reached to the end table stacked with mail. His fingers closed on a silver letter opener. It wasn’t as sharp as the knife in his desk drawer, but the knife was too difficult to reach at the present moment. The letter opener would have to work as an acceptable substitute.

His rested his arm back on her shoulders as he transferred the letter opener to his other hand. He slid the blade of the letter opener under the thin width of silk at her hip. A quick tug upward ripped through the material, bringing a surprised hiss from Hermione. His arm ensured that she did not try to get up again.

Before she could protest again, Lucius slide the blade across her skin, raising goosebumps before working the blade under the still-intact fabric on her opposite hip. Another sharp pull and the material there was also severed.

Hermione shuddered, and was quickly surprised to discover that the center of her body had begun to hum.

a r a rough jerk at the fabric just above Hermione’s buttocks, Lucius pulled the remnants of her panties out from under her, and tossed the silk into the fire.

The quick yanking of her panties from between her legs brought a startled cry from Hermione, her body shuddering as she realized that her bottom was now completely bared to Lucius. Inexplicably, the harsh removal of the silk from between her legs also stoked the low fire in her body. As shocking as the action was, it was also brutally arousing.

Suddenly, Lucius’ intentions became clear to Hermione, and she struggled to get up. This time his hands were decidedly more forceful, and he kept her pinned down with ease.

When her exertions had slowed, Lucius looked down, regarding the pale spread of Hermione’s flesh, as an artist contemplates a blank canvas. The anticipation was tempered with a desire to place the first stroke in exactly the right spot. Lucius inhaled, the desire to make the first strike right invading his senses.

Able to control himself no longer, Lucius lifted his hand, striking the toned flesh of Hermione’s left buttock. The almost immediate and completely indignant cries of “Ouch! Damn! What the hell are you doing?” as well as Hermione’s inevitable attempts to squirm away fro him brought a twisted smirk to Lucius’ lips. His arm increased its pressure on her shoulders as he watched the quickly spreading red mark on her flesh.

Merlin! What the hell? No, she knew what he was doing, she just couldn’t believe that he was doing it. Didn’t he rze tze that that hurt? She tried unsuccessfully to get away.

“Shh… Don’t disturb the beauty of flesh-on-flesh contact by speaking.” The muscles under his hands remained tense. “Trust me, Hermione. Trust me,” he whispered softly, soothingly.

Not giving her a chance to respond, Lucius brought his hand down on her other buttock, the red blush again spreading quickly on her skin.

Hermione hissed, biting off a curse as she squirmed on Lucius’ lap. The smirk broadened. Didn’t she realize that her struggles only made it more enjoyable for him? His cock was pressed hard against her twisting hip.

He brought his hand down hard again. And again. And yet again. He paused briefly, his finger gently caressing the reddening skin.

A whimper became a cry as Lucius brought his hand down on her skin yet again. Lucius smiled, enjoying the way her pale skin colored quickly. Hermione writhed again, and she felt the full length of Lucius’ cock against her body.

The sadistic bastard! He’s enjoying this! He’s beating me, and he’s excited by it. Sadistic bastard!

Lucius’ hand spanked her flesh repeatedly, encouraging the pink flesh to become crimson, her whimpers becoming sobs.

The stinging, burning pain was almost too much, Hermione thought incoherently. And yet, oh gods! The heat from her bare skin was working its way into her body, the low fire in her core was burning hotter, igniting the heavy heat between her legs. Oh gods!

Abruptly, Lucius stopped, his hand resting on her hot flesh, her body quive as as she breathed.

This would be the moment of truth, he decided. The moment that would tell him whether the suspicions that he had acquired about her in the dungeons were correct.

Gliding his fingers over her flushed skin, he was pleased to hear a groan emanating from deep within Hermione’s throat.

Hermione’s body throbbed as Lucius’ cool hand stilled on her burning skin. Oh gods! Did he have any idea what he was doing to her. Oh…. She moaned again as his fingers played along her hyper-sensitive flesh. Oh gods. Of course he knew. Gods. Her thoughts faded as her mind filled with sensations.

Parting her thighs with his hand, he slipped his fingers between her legs. He was pleased to be rewarded with hot slick flesh, Hermione’s arousal extremely evident. Oh gods. There were few things more arousing than a whimpering girl face-down in your lap, her legs spread, her body hot. Thrusting hard, he slid two fingers into her slick opening. He was rewarded with another muffled groan of pleasure.

Removing his fingers, Hermione hissed with frustration. Smirking, Lucius slid three fingers into her, spreading her, filling her. His fingers worked the delicate flesh as her body shook with pleasure. Her hips began to move against his legs in rhythm to the thrusts of his hand.

Oh yes. He brought his other hand down on her reddened flesh, spanking her already heated flesh.

The discovery that she enjoyed being spanked was a very happy one for him. Because the variations on this theme were innumerable. His cane could be used in the most creative ways, and left extremely attractive welts on one’s body. Of course, the uses for the head of the cane… Well, he smiled. Those too were varied. He had a nice paddle somewhere, too, that he hadn’t used since Draco was a boy. That would certainly provide interesting results. His cock jerked again. Gods. The fun they’d have.

Oh gods! Lucius’ hand had been amazing, but oh gods…. The spanking of her flesh was a completely new addition, and it sent the heat through her in a way she had never experienced. Her body shook as she whimpered and sobbed, the new sensations driving her beyond any point she had ever before reached. The heat between her legs seemed to extend to the heat on her tortured bottom and directly to her clit, each stroke from Lucius’ hands driving her further and further over the edge.

Lucius grinned. Her hips were moving frantically against his legs and his hand, and her cries making him even harder. It had taken him a long time to learn to recognize the transition between pain and pleasure, and even longer to identify the secondary transition from pleasure back to pain. Luckily, he’d had plenty of opportunities in which to hone his skills. Wanting to leave her begging for more encounters, he chose not to push her back into pain on the first try. There would be more time for that later as she learned to extend her threshold for pain, and her capacity for pleasure became even greater.

His hand slowed the spanking, while his fingers continued to thrust into her, until he brought her to a shuddering climax, her inner muscles convulsing hard on his fingers.

Hermione moaned as waves of pleasure exploded within her, and washed throughout her body. Ohgods, ohgods, ohgods.

Finally, her body began to still, the sheen of sweat on her thighs glistening in the firelight.

Lucius’ cock longed for its own release, and he knew the best way after a session like this. He wanted to be able to see his handiwork as he came.

“My turn, Hermione. Stand up. And take off your clothes. I want to see all of you.”

Hermione nodded, her eyes blazing with lust, her body still weak from the powerful orgasm she’d just had. She undressed quickly, standing naked in the firelight.

“Bend over the couch.” Lucius voice was strained. He needed to be in her. Now.

Pushing her shoulders over the arm of the black leather arm of the couch, Lucius positioned her hips so that he could easily enter her from behind. Hermione’s crotch was pressed hard against the arm of the couch, her legs spread for him, her arms on the seat oe coe couch, bracing herself.

Lucius glanced at the tableau before him, her still-red flesh before him, her legs wide, the glistening of her own moisture on the outer folds of her body. Gods.

He remained clothed, only quickly unbuttoning his slacks before thrusting into her open wetness.

His thrusts were hard and urgent, his fingers feeling the heat of her skin, his hair brushing her shoulders with each thrust.

Hermione met his thrusts, feeling extremely erotic in this position, her body open to his, her hips above her shoulders, her body taking him in. The tickles of his hair against her body sent shivers down her spine.

Lucius’ movements brought a new buildup of heat to Hermione as her body rubbed against the leather couch, each thrust increasing the heat between her legs.

Lucius’ pace quickened, his hands on her hips, drawing her hard against him with each thrust. His own tension, building from the moment he pulled her over his knees was at a feverish pitch, and he gave into the sensations, shooting his cum into her hot flesh.

He leaned against her body as his own body’s shudders of pleasure subsided. “Oh gods, Hermione,” he whispered into her back. “Gods.”

Withdrawing from her slowly, Hermione giggled. Turning around to face him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, his still half-hard cock against her thigh.r eyr eyes were still blazing. “Thank you.” A small smile played at her lips. “I’m so glad I trusted you.”

Lucius smirked. Yes, this was definitely a woman he wanted to keep.

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A/N: Yes, smut. Beautiful, lovely smut. (Or something like that!) Sorry, with Lucius, it’s sort of hard to get too much smut, don’t you think?

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. You all really make me blush with all your kind words, you know! Anyway, not quite a dungeon scene here, but in truth, I am a bit more of a punishment/spanking kind of person, and I figured it was better to write what I knew. Erm, too much information? Possibly. I won’t go on about that! ;)

Anyway, the plot returns in the next chapter, but these two had to, uh, consummate their relationship. *grins. And not to worry, I’m still working on a dungeon scene. I think I’ll certainly find a way to put Lucius’ cat-o’-nine-tails to good use!

I am so glad that you all have been enjoying this; I’ve really been having a good time, and ‘inspirational’ Jason Isaacs pictures sent by a very wicked (and extremely wonderful!) woman have made this even more fun!