Lucius and the Waif - COMPLETE

The character of Lucius Malfoy belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing him for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Chapter Sixteen – The Bedroom Wars Begin


Lucius didn’t immediately begin his new operation. Instead he started her on a number of menial jobs that made her angry, but she was too scared to complain. This wasn’t what she had thought he meant with the new agreement. But he had been clear with his wording, “What I say goes. Whatever I want you to do, you will do.” She remembered that very well.


That first night, it was an exhausted little witch who finally closed the last cupboard on the last cleaned cup in the kitchen two hours later. She dragged into the drawing room and slumped down next to Lucius on the sofa.


“Finished already, are you?” asked Lucius, not looking up from his book.


Lea bit down on her lips to keep from complaining. She wasn’t sure if it would come out as a vicious diatribe or a whiny whimper, she was so tired. Instead she decided to take advantage of her plan to become more attentive to Lucius. She cuddled up against his side and put her head against his shoulder. She was going to be seductive, but instead she fell fast asleep. It had been a long, nerve-wracking day for her and she had reached the end of her resources.


Lucius looked down at her and smiled one of his genuine smiles, knowing she wouldn’t see it. “I can see you’re finished, my love.” He put down his book and scooped her up off the sofa. She never even twitched. Lucius carried her into her room, laid her on the bed and undressed her completely, putting away all her clothing himself rather than leaving them for the elves. He wanted her undisturbed for the night. He pulled her beloved shirt from the closet and tucked her into it, then rolled her under the covers and turned out the light.


Lucius went on to his own room and had a surprisingly good night’s rest.


The next morning, Lea came to breakfast with tousled hair and bleary eyes. She couldn’t remember what had happened after she had sat down on the sofa with Lucius last night. She found herself in her own bed when she woke up, without Lucius. She was tired and sad. She missed him. Lucius wasn’t at the table, but his place setting looked like it had already been used. Lea didn’t know if she was supposed to do these dishes too, so she ate her breakfast and went in search of her wizard for instructions.


Lucius was at his desk going over papers for his businesses when his new little possession walked into the multipurpose room and came to a halt beside him. She was wearing her favorite shirt and nothing else as usual. Lucius had dressed for the day informally in only a soft, black silk shirt and charcoal gray trousers. He turned in his chair and looked up at her questioningly. “You wanted me?”


His unbound hair hung over one shoulder, and Lea reached out and smoothed it back for him. “I need to know if you want me to clean up the dishes again. From breakfast.” Lea was looking at him uncertainly; she wanted to climb into his lap. She was already near tears and it was only midmorning. She needed him to hold her, so she could be reassured he wasn’t going to renege on their new agreement and send her away. He obviously hadn’t wanted her last night.


Lucius was very well aware of her unhappiness. His treatment of her was only beginning and she was suffering already. Excellent. Lucius said, “No, the elves can take care of them. Why don’t we take care of your reading lesson? I’ll be finished here in about half an hour. Come to the drawing room sofa then. You can find something to do in the meantime, can’t you?” Lucius turned away from her and went back to his papers.


Lea dragged her feet going out of his office area and back to the hallway. She stood there not knowing what to do. Finally she decided to look at some of the clothing Lucius had bought for her that she hadn’t bothered to wear. Maybe he would look at her if she wore something to please him.


Half an hour later Lea appeared at the drawing room sofa wearing a sundress in a pretty light green with black bands around the square neckline and hem. Lucius came out of the hallway and sat next to her on the sofa. He was carrying a small book that he placed in her lap. “On page fourteen, you’ll find a picture of what I will expect of you tonight.”


Lea opened the book to find it was full of pictures – of naked people - doing a great many unusual things to one another. Page fourteen was an eye opener. “We are going to do that? But how?”


Lucius pointed to a hook placed in the ceiling in the clear area between the drawing room and the dining area. “Well, shall we get on with the reading?”


Lea stared at that hook all morning as she tried to concentrate on her lesson. She wasn’t sure she was going to be happy about his plans for the evening.


Lucius and Lea ate dinner a little early that evening, and Lucius disappeared into his bedroom, returning in a pair of snug black leather pants with a wide black and silver belt. He wasn’t wearing a shirt; only two black leather cuffs on his wrists. A quirt was hooked to his belt. His hair was unbound and he was barefoot. “Lea, come here.” Lucius’ voice was curt and hard.


Lea slowly approached this stranger who was Lucius. When she got within five feet of him he said, “Your clothes. Off! Now!” His pale eyes bored into her with no kindness whatsoever. Lea was suddenly scared of him. She had meant it when she had said she trusted him more than anyone, but now she wasn’t so sure. She stepped out of her dress, putting it on a chair. Then she faced her wizard again. She wasn’t wearing anything besides the dress and Lucius had to hide a smile. So typical of her.


Lucius flicked a finger at her and she found her hands tied together at the wrists. Then she was magically hoisted into the air and her wrists were snagged over the hook in the ceiling. The hook lowered until only her toes could touch the ground. “Lucius, please don’t…” she found she suddenly wasn’t able to talk, only make muted sounds. Lucius had silenced her speech. She had entirely forgotten that Lucius was so powerful a sorcerer. He almost never used his magic on her, and the few times he had, he was only being considerate. Now she saw the pitfall that she had missed in her calculations.


Lea started to disappear into her mind and Lucius saw her leave. He pulled the quirt off his belt and struck her across her buttocks. That shocked Lea out of her trance. “If you leave me again like that, I’ll whip you until you’re too sore to sit. Do you understand me?”


Lea could only nod. Tears started in her eyes.


Lucius stood behind her. He knew that she didn’t care about her nudity, but she did care about pain. She had made an entire career of avoiding any pain being inflicted on her. He had to inflict pain and keep her cognizant of the sensation instead of sliding away. All the better if it was sexual pain. If she could learn to accept and feel pain again, then she could learn pleasure. She had to give control over to him and allow him to do as he wished. She had to trust him even though he hurt her. Just Lucius’ cup of tea.


Lucius walked around her to the front, making sure her eyes followed his moves. He reached out and sharply twisted one nipple, daring her to fade. Lea silently gasped and tried to turn away from him. She closed her eyes trying to hide. Lucius tweaked the other nipple. Her eyes popped back open. “Keep your eyes open, Lea. I want you to watch me using you. Close your eyes and I’ll use the quirt again. Lucius lowered the hook a fraction so she could get a slightly firmer purchase on the rug, then he spread her legs apart and affixed them in place with another spell. He didn’t want her trying to kick him.


Lucius stepped closer and took the quirt handle and drew it down her arms from her wrists to her forehead. Then, when she started watching the quirt’s movements, Lucius pulled it away from her face so she could see it better. The handle was ivory and carved like an enormous penis with an exaggerated head and realistic veins along it. Lea feebly tried to pull back, understanding his intent. But Lucius only put the head of the handle at her mouth, saying, “Suck it, Lea. Show me your talent. How much can you take into your hot, little mouth?” Lucius pushed the handle into her mouth and grabbed her hair, holding her still. She tentatively began sucking on the ivory handle, trying to comply with Lucius’ command. He put it farther into her mouth, and she started gagging on the solid form. It had no give and she was having trouble with his demand.


Lea started to close her eyes and fade. Lucius pulled the handle out of her mouth, saying softly in a cold voice, “I believe I mentioned what would happen if you closed your eyes or tried to hide again, didn’t I, my dear?” Lucius walked around behind Lea’s suddenly squirming form and began his assault, whipping her buttocks, striking her with increasingly harsh blows until her butt was criss-crossed in red welts and her muscles were quivering with pain. He pulled her hair so her head arched back and he could see her eyes. “Ah, you’re still with me. Very good.” Lea’s eyes were enormous in her face and they were drenched in tears. Her sobs were nearly silent but obvious from her convulsively heaving chest.


“Are you still willing to do whatever I want?” Lucius taunted her, “Anything I say goes?”


Lea tried to control her sobbing and think, but her wits were scattered and her backside was on fire. Mutely, she nodded her compliance.


“Excellent,” crooned Lucius, “Now you can suck on me. Mind you make it good. I’ll know if you drift away. I don’t think your bottom can take much more tonight, do you?”


Lea’s wrists were released from her bonds and she sank to the floor. Her bottom hit the rug first and she gasped in pain. She rolled off her reddened bum and tried to stand up on very shaky legs.


Lucius strolled over to the sofa and sat down, lounging back with his legs spread. “No, don’t stand up, my dear. Crawl here on your hands and knees. You’ll be on them for me anyway.” He opened a seam in his leather pants and pulled off the entire crotch area, displaying his magnificent hard-on. Whipping always turned him on.


Lea crawled over in front of the wizard and sat between his legs on her knees, holding her pain-wracked bum up far enough not to hit her heels. This position was familiar territory and she started to calm down a little. She looked up at her beautiful tormentor, waiting for his signal.


Lucius negligently waved his hand at his penis, silently telling her to get on with it. “Enjoy it, little girl. Show me how much you like sucking me.” He admonished her, “If you fade, I’ll hang you up again and this time, I’ll whip your breasts.”


Lea goggled at that threat and determined that she wouldn’t invite any additional pain tonight. She was in enough agony as it was, trying not to sit on her red butt cheeks. Lea leaned over his erection and took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue all over the head, especially rubbing the underside. She felt herself starting to go glassy-eyed and she yanked herself back before he noticed. Lea shot a scared look at Lucius, but his eerie gray eyes were closed, enjoying her ministrations.


Lea bent to pleasing him. She squeezed his shaft as she sucked hard on the tip, then let go suddenly. She repeated that several times, before changing course and licking him from top to bottom and back, manipulating his balls at the same time. She could see Lucius’ breathing increase as she pleased him. His pleasure started a warm feeling in her, surprising her. She went back to taking him in her mouth, this time taking his length as far down her throat as she could This was much easier than the handle of the quirt, as his swollen member gave within the confines of her throat. Lea worked Lucius thoroughly, squeezing him with her throat muscles while rubbing his testicles together.


She admired his stamina against her depredations. It never went on this long with anyone else. Her time on her knees in front of most of the prison populace lasted only a few moments, while she did her work on automatic pilot. This type of sex usually never hurt her, but she always tuned out of the unpleasant experience. Tonight she was actually fully present with someone she liked, and it wasn’t so bad.


Lucius was hanging on by a thread, enjoying her expertise and the intense chemistry she always brought to their unions. He hadn’t noticed her fading once, except for that tiny ‘almost’ slip at the beginning. He angled his hips to push into her mouth more deeply, and began thrusting in and out himself, guiding her head with his hands. He opened his eyes and looked down at her, taking a last look before he convulsed with his climax, spewing into her mouth and watching her swallow his seed. He held her in place for a moment, and then relaxed back onto the sofa again. Languidly he flicked a hand toward the hallway and a jar came floating to him where he sat.


“Lea, come up on the sofa on your knees and bend over the back of it. I want to see your bottom.”


Lea gingerly climbed up onto the sofa and hung over the back as he’d asked. She was breathing a bit erratically from trying to control her pain, but she never said a word.


Lucius realized he hadn’t released her from the silence spell, so he lifted it immediately. She didn’t have to know he’d forgotten. He hated listening to verbal pleas from someone in agony, only their cries and whimpers. It lessened his concentration and he wanted to enjoy it when he administered pain to someone. Lea still wasn’t making any noise, except for her fast breathing, so Lucius opened the jar and started rubbing the cream on her bum. At first, she lurched, but then the pain started diminishing. As a first lesson in not drifting away, Lucius felt he’d made some progress with his little Slytherin. She was learning to control her mind again and not slip away. Teaching her to lose herself enough to climax was another problem entirely.