Diamond in the Rough

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Hermione was taking a sip of tea as Lucius walked into the breakfast room. “Good morning Lucius,” Hermione said brightly. She had pulled her honey, brown curls into a ponytail, making her look quite young and lovely. Lucius leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead. He pulled on her ponytail gently before he sat down at the head of the breakfast table and accepted the cup of coffee and the Daily Prophet Twilby handed to him.


Hermione inhaled deeply. Good Gods, his scent.... his smell alone was enough to turn her brain into mush. She actually began to salivate as she envisoned him naked and ready for her. He was elegantly casual today. What was it? Then it hit her, he wasn’t wearing his usual waistcoat. He was wearing finely woven, black, woolen trousers and a black silk shirt. He had his top two buttons undone and she wanted to put her hand down his shirt and rip it clean off of him. What in the Hell was wrong with her today? She took another sip of tea. Looking up at him once more, she noticed he had tied his white, blond hair back into a queue emphasizing his high cheekbones and that shockingly handsome face. His neck was bared and she knew exactly where she’d like to lean in and press her lips to his…. ”Enough!” She told herself silently, this was getting ridiculous. She shook her head to bring herself out of her reverie.


It seemed every time he walked into a room, all she could think about was how fast she could get his clothing off and get her hands on his bare skin. She had sex on the brain, sex specifically with her husband on the brain. He was quickly becoming an addiction. She frowned slightly and chewed on her bottom lip. If she was not careful she could lose what little self-control she had left. Damn him, surely this wasn’t normal. She made a quick mental note to talk with Ginny.


She lifted her head realizing that Lucius was speaking to her. “I’m sorry Lucius, what did you say?”


Lucius smirked at her, “Ignoring me already are you?”


“No of course not, “I’m just working out a mental list of things to do, for work.” She said lamely.


“Hmmm, indeed, how industrious of you.” He looked at her intently, something was going on with his little wife. “I was mentioning that I have box seats at Wiltshire Stadium for the upcoming quidditch season. The season opens next weekend. I asked you if you’d like to invite your friends to come with us to the opening game.”


She looked at him shocked. “You want me to invite Harry and Ginny to join us for quidditch?”


“And that Weasly boy as well if you like. Yes, I believe that is what I just said, wasn’t I clear?” He was amused by her reaction.


She pressed her lips together and said primly, “Of course you were clear, I’m just surprised. I never got the impression you actually liked Harry or Ron.”


“Hermione, we are married. I would like to think I can be both flexible and accommodating when it comes to you. Part of that would be me being supportive of your friendships. I do not know your friends well enough to ascertain whether I dislike them or not.” He said coolly.


She looked at him for a long moment. “I’m happy to invite them. Both Harry and Ron are mad about quidditch.”


“Excellent. I’ll leave it to you to extend invitations then.” He moved behind the paper.


She saw the cover of the Daily Prophet, there on the front page under the entertainment section was an announcement of Draco and Susannah’s upcoming marriage. A moving picture showed Harry, Ginny, Ron and Lavender making their way down the receiving line being greeted by Lucius, herself, Draco, and Susannah. Hermione groaned.


“What is wrong?” Lucius questioned, looking up at her.


“Oh nothing really, it’s just we appear to be making headlines again.” Hermione pointed to the front of Lucius' paper. Lucius turned to the front cover and looked down at Draco and Susannah’s engagement announcement.


“Hermione you really should expect to get some publicity again. As my wife, you will be much more public and involved than you have been previously in wizarding society. I’m positive that after the novelty wears off the press will find something else to write about.”


Secretly, Lucius couldn’t be more pleased. Having the golden trio together again and pictured with him in his quiddtich box would be ideal. He dearly loved when his plans came to fruition smoothly. He would continue to get positive publicity and please his wife all in one shot. Besides she could benefit by all of this as well, she had hidden herself far too well over the last six years.


“Don’t you find this invasive?” Hermione asked him, irritation clear in her voice.


“Not particularly. I’m somewhat used to this. Though I’ll admit to you that my publicity previously has not been quite so positive.” He smiled wryly at her.


He wanted to ensure he didn’t overplay this conversation. He didn’t think she’d be too pleased if she were to realize he wanted the attention. He looked up to find her watching him.


“Something on your mind, my dear?” He asked.


“No, not really. Though you should know I don’t really like being in the spotlight.” she said slowly.


“I suspect it is not the spotlight you dislike but the lack of control you feel you have.”


“Oh, I don’t know, I guess. I haven’t really ever analyzed why I dislike it.” She tapped her finger against her lips.


“I think you and I should work on how to manage that, don’t you Poppet?” He said in a low and silky voice.


Good Goddess, that voice and the look he was sending her. She could feel herself begin to become damp. “Manage what exactly?” Hermione asked with as much indifference as she could muster.


“Control, Poppet. In fact, we should begin work on it right now.” He set down his paper and stood up, extending his hand to her.


“Ehmmm. Wait, no, what?” She stammered, worrying her teeth into her bottom lip.


“Yes, up with you now. It is time for further experimentation.” He pulled her up from her chair and wrapped his arms around her. "We are going to expand your horizons,” and with a pop they apparated into Lucius bedroom.


His arms still wrapped around her, she stammered, “Lucius….”


“Shhhh, just lean back into me.” He murmured into her ear.


He ran his hands down her arms and pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. He pressed her wrists gently together. “Clasp your hands together.” He rasped into her ear.


Trembling slightly, she interlaced her fingers lightly together. Her eyes widened as she saw him accio soft leather manacles from his closet. He clasped them onto her wrists and secured her hands together. He held onto her bound wrists with one hand.


“What else do you have hidden in your closet?” She asked intensely curious. Honestly, how many people kept leather manacles lying around?


“Oh, I have quite an extensive toy box, my dear. I’m very much looking forward to sharing my toys with you.”


"I bet you are," she thought to herself, half-anxious and half-desperate to have him bring all of his toys out and use them on her this very minute.


He gave a small chuckle. “Poppet this experiment is about letting go. Giving up control. Control which you try so fiercely to hold onto.”


“I just like to be prepared is all. It’s not about control.” She protested, knowing what she said wasn’t true. She dearly loved having control and how did he know she didn't like letting go? Was it that obvious? She watched him wave his hand at the ceiling, a thick, velvet cord with a large hook at the end of the cord unfurled above her head.


Hermione’s eyes widened and she gasped. “Lucius, what exactly are you going to do?” She looked slightly panicked.


Deciding to take a little bit of pity on her. He leaned down and sucked on her bottom lip. Swiping his tongue across her lips, he deepened the kiss. Swirls of desire shot through her. Oh, the man didn’t just kiss, he seduced, devouring her as if he couldn’t get enough of her.


“Hermione, I intend to stretch your boundaries a bit and ask that you give up a little control and let yourself go. I promise you, any hurt I inflict upon you, you will most definitely enjoy.” He smiled wickedly down at her.


Hermione’s eyes widened further and butterflies began to dance in her tummy.


He took her bound hands and lifted them over her head. Quickly attaching them to the hook and stood back to admire his work. With a few flicks of his fingers he had her standing barely on tiptoe. He accio’d a silk, black handkerchief and wrapped it tenderly over her eyes, tying it behind her head.


“Lucius….” Hermione gasped.


“Shush, Poppet, just relax, enjoy the sensations.”


Her position caused her ivory, silk top to ride up, and her loose fitting black, silk slacks to ride down, exposing a slice of creamy, taut tummy. Lucius bent down and licked a wet path across her exposed skin causing Hermione to wiggle and squirm slightly.


Gods she was lovely, as he knew she would be, bound and stretched out for his pleasure. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her slacks. The slacks quickly pooled at her ankles leaving her in tiny, pale, pink satin knickers. He moved her slacks out of the way, tossing them onto the end of the bed. He smiled to himself; her little pink toenails matched the colour of her bra and knickers. He waved his hand again and her blouse disappeared. Her skin was creamy, her rounded bottom so very pert. He pictured her bottom flushed pink from his hand then darkened to cherry red with a paddle, he felt his cock surge hard against his trouser zipper.


He moved to stand behind her. He wasn't touching her, but she knew he was there. She could feel the heat of him, smell his intoxicating essence. She heard a soft snap and her bra loosened and disappeared. Cool air danced over her breasts, making her nipples pucker and harden.


His lips touched her neck, then her shoulder. His silky hair brushed against her back. She felt him begin to lick her with his tongue. He licked a wet path up her neck then down her spine. He traced his tongue along the top curves of her bottom, making her shiver in excitement.


He began to lightly bite then nip those round, firm globes, something he had been aching to do since seeing her in those detestable muggle jeans. He moved his fingers under the elastic and pulled her knickers slowly down her legs, chasing the knickers down with licks and bites against the back of her legs. Hermione groaned, arching her hips slightly.


He licked the back of each knee, she whimpered slightly. Oh Gods, this felt so good. She was completely at his mercy. Bound as she was she had absolutely no control of her situation. Surprisingly, rather than being anxious, she began to relax.


Lucius could see and feel her body loosen up slightly. He smiled, knowing she had let a little bit of herself go. He moved around her again and knelt at her feet. She felt his hair tickle against her tummy a moment before his tongue found her nipple. He sucked greedily; biting the tip then did the same to the other nipple. He cupped her breasts with his hands, kneading them as he continued to suck and bite the tips of her breasts. His touch was rough, almost painful. Her breasts felt swollen and hot by his rough caresses. Heat shot through her and her center pulsed and dripped with moisture.


He trailed his tongue down to her navel, biting gently below her navel. His tongue made its way down along the edges of her neatly trimmed thatch of curls. Inhaling deeply, he breathed in the delicious scent of her. Lucius needed to taste her. Using his thumbs to hold her glistening folds open, his tongue swept across her moist center. Her sweet, tangy taste exploded on his tongue. He closed his eyes moaning softly. She tasted far better than he could have possibly imagined, why in Goddess name had he waited so long to taste her?


Hermione bit her lip. She was having trouble reconciling her need for control against the fact that she was savoring Lucius keeping her bound and helpless to his hands and mouth. What did this say about her? Worse yet, in her mind’s eye she could see him in his death eater robes, what he had worn the night at the Department of Mysteries. He had been so arrogant and distant in his cold beauty. Although, at this moment, those hands, that mouth and his tongue were hot and wet, making her lose her ability to think.


Goddess, she was delicious, luscious, and so edible. She was such a strong, powerful witch but on some level he knew she recognized his dominance, her body was so responsive and he could smell her desire.


"Poppet,” his voice soft and silky. “I can’t get enough of the taste of your lips, your nipples, and your…“ he stroked one elegant finger through her wetness, “sweet little cunt.” He nipped at her lips, her breasts, moving his finger across her cleft and clit.


Hermione moaned in response trying to push herself onto his finger. Lucius brought his face up to hers, caressing his cheek against hers. His warm breath played across her face.


“Listen to me Poppet; I want to go over the rules. You must ask for what you want and you must ask for my permission to come.”


Hermione’s head fell against his chest, “Why are you doing this Lucius?” Her body was trembling with her need.


He suspected these were uncharted waters for her, never having been previously realized. "You have always been in control Poppet. I want you to let yourself give over to me. I know you crave it.”


Lucius ran his tongue over the pulse that beat quickly at the base of her neck. Her breath hitched, he smiled as he bit down a little harder, leaving his mark upon her skin. His hands slid up her ribcage, he ran his thumbs over her nipples. Her body swayed back and forth against him.


He could see an inner war play across her lovely face. She was worrying that bottom lip again and he leaned in, nipping it from her teeth and began stroking her lips with his tongue.


"Spread your legs for me, Poppet." He whispered into her mouth.


Hermione slowly moved her legs apart. Lucius gripped one ankle and wrapped a soft leather strap around it. He secured it tightly but not uncomfortably to another hook set into the floor. He repeated the procedure with her other leg, so she was wide open and exposed. She felt so unbearably excited and so very uncertain. This was so far removed from anything she had ever experienced.


She almost felt safe in not being able to see what he was doing. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around a stiff little nipple. Hermione’s head lolled back. He was rougher this time, biting and nipping her nipples. His sharp nips both hurt and stimulated her. He palmed her breasts pulling at her nipples while he nipped and bit them into hardened little peaks.


He stood up pinching the taut, hardened flesh between his thumb and forefinger and placed a clamp on her nipple. Hermione cried out. The pain was sharp and intense but within seconds, the pain subsided. He pulled on the delicate, platinum chain attached to the clamp, causing a sweet ache to spread within her breast. He quickly clamped the other nipple and pulled lightly on the chain that fell between her breasts. Hermione cried out softly in short, little whimpers. He moved back onto his knees running his tongue down her belly. Then he slowly leaned back to admire her.


“Poppet, you look delicious, stretched, bound, and oh so wet for me. I can smell your arousal.” He ran his tongue up her inner thigh, slowly licking his way up to her aching center. She began to whimper with her need. Lucius smiled. She would be screaming his name before he was through with her.


He tugged a little harder on the chain. She moaned and his cock jumped.


“Tell me Poppet, does this hurt make you ache with pleasure?” His voice dark and seductive.


“Lucius, I need…,” she groaned.


“What do you need Poppet?” he pulled harder on the chain. He ran his finger to her clit, rubbing it slightly up and down.


"I need you to touch me. Oh, please touch me.” Her voice was breathless, Lucius increased the pace and pressure of his finger.


Hermione's groans became cries as he pushed his middle finger deep into her wet, hot sheath. He pulled his finger out and tapped her tight, little rosette. Hermione squeezed her bottom together as Lucius probed her. She had never, ever considered letting someone touch her there.


He lapped at her wetness with his tongue pressing his finger into her tightness. He whispered a spell and she was aware of a slickness that surrounded and went into that tight, wrinkled opening. His finger pressed further into her.


“Open for me Hermione.” He commanded in a soft voice.


“Lucius...” his name a hushed whisper. “I’ve never…I’m scared.”


“I will know every part of you, Poppet. No secrets.” He whispered. “Relax and breathe through it.”


Hermione relaxed her back, letting him slide his finger in and out of her bottom; he buried his face into her wetness. He licked, nipped, and sucked. He could feel her body begin to tremble. She was so very hot, he lapped up her cream. He moved in and out of her entrances with both finger and tongue. As her trembling increased, he moved to her sweet little nub and nipped lightly then began to suck hard. He reached up to the chain and tugged hard this time jerking a sharp, little cry out of her. Lightening seemed to careen throughout her body.


“Oh, Oh, Oh,” she chanted completely out of control.


Lucius whispered, “Poppet, ask me for what you need, ask me for permission or I’ll be forced to punish you.”


“Please, Lucius, I need to come, Goddess, please let me come.” Hermione was desperate; she was so close to the edge and didn’t want him to make her wait.


“Good girl, I want you to come now.” He purred against her mound. He tugged hard on the chain so that the clamps popped off, tossing the clamps and chain aside he plunged his finger into her bottom and sucked at her drenched core. She rose up on her toes and her legs began to shake. Her orgasm shot through her entire body. Hermione screamed out his name in her release.


Her entire body loosened. He moved behind her running his hands along her sides and he cupped her mound with one hand rubbing the heel of his hand against her clit.


He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “we aren’t finished yet.” He pressed his hand against her and pushed one finger then two into her spasming center. Circling his palm against her mound, he moved his fingers in and out of her until she began to rock herself against him.


He pulled himself out of his trousers and placed the tip of his hard cock against her bottom. He whispered another spell and coated himself with lubricant. He pushed slowly into her, “Don’t tense Poppet, relax and breathe out.”


He had aroused her to that point again where she could feel herself at the precipice of another orgasm. Oh but it hurt as he pushed himself inside of her. He was too big, he couldn't possibly fit. She was trying to relax but found herself holding her breath. Finally, he was fully seated within her. She felt uncomfortably full then he slowly pulled out.


Electricity shot straight to her clit. Gasping, she thought, “oh that felt amazing.” She was able to relax further as he pushed back into her again. Lucius reveled in the feel of her very, hot, tight channel.


He moved his fingers out of her and began to lightly spank her very wet pussy; he gave it a sharp smack then smoothed his hand over the sting and rubbed her very sensitive, little nub. He did it again and again while moving his cock in and out of her bottom. He pressed his lips to her neck and sucked hard. He could feel her begin to tremble and pumped harder into her. As her bottom clenched against him, he whispered, “Come for me Poppet.” She screamed out again as he released inside of her.


Pulling out of her gently, he whispered another spell cleaning both Hermione and himself. He kept his body pressed against her so she could lean into him. He untied her silken blindfold then ran his hands up to her bound wrists and unbuckled her from her restraints. He rubbed her shoulders and arms gently then moved to stand in front of her and leaned down.


“Press your hands against me for balance as I undo your ankle restraints.”


Hermione leaned her body against his broad shoulders and back. Completely exhausted and somewhat overwhelmed. He had gone so much farther than she had ever imagined. Her body was deliciously sore and languid.


As Lucius stood up he picked Hermione up so that she sat against his hip. He used one arm to support her bottom. He wrapped his other arm around her back and she leaned her chin against his shoulder.


He carried her into his bathroom and sat down on the edge of the huge Jacuzzi tub. He set her down so that she sat on his lap straddling his right leg facing and leaning into him. Her arms wrapped around his neck. He leaned down and turned on the tub.


“Apricot, right?” He asked her.


She lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him. Her eyes heavy-lidded. “What?” she asked him.


“Your favourite bath scent is apricot.” He looked at her with amusement and a bit of satisfaction in his eyes.


“Yes,” she said as she dropped her head back on his shoulder. He chuckled softly and poured apricot bubbles into the steaming water. He tested the water, nodding to himself and put her into the large tub. He stood up, removed his clothes quickly and stepped into the water with her, pulling her against him.


She was avoiding his eyes. "That would never do," he thought. He lifted her chin with his finger. “That was amazing Hermione. Thank you for submitting to me.” His eyes were silver in the light. She looked at him for a long moment, taking in the beautiful lines of his face. His face was relaxed and he was smiling gently.


“How are you feeling?” he asked gazing down at her.


“Completely sated and a bit overwhelmed.” She said softly.


“I had left you two books to read; didn’t you read both of them?”


“No, I only read one of them. I assumed you would know which one I had read, like the Compendium. I thought you’d know again…” she trailed off.


“I see.” He said with a slight quirk of his lips. He leaned down and kissed her gently.


“What did you think? Did you enjoy losing control Poppet?” Lucius asked wondering what was going on in his wife’s curly, little head.


“Do I have hooks in my bedroom?” She asked smirking up at him.


He laughed delightedly and leaned down to kiss her. It was a scorching kiss. Numbing her brain and making her toes curl.


She couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed having her big, bad death eater come out to play. She definitely planned on going through that toy box of his. Just wait until it was her turn to experiment.