INSATIABLE

Hello Loves... sorry for the delay on the updates, the muse walked out on me for a little bit, plus life sometimes hits the fast forward button on me *lol* I'm not giving away anything here, but this is a HG/LM story... the path to nirvana sometimes is windy and arduous... so sit tight :) and may I suggest reading up on some "FLAME" and "PANDORA" - Love Esme
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Lucius sat on the edge of the bed alone in the guest room. He wondered how Narcissa was so sure of his affair with Hermione, was she having him watched? Or was his affection for her really that transparent. At the age of 55 he finally realized that there was one thing in this world his money, looks and power could not buy : love, and particularly her love.

“If they marry, I promise to never touch her again… I’ll make it right” he promised himself and Merlin. It was a bargain out of desperation to change the coarse of his life, knowing full well he was at Fates will. He smoothed his robes and strolled down the hall to find Draco.

Several days had passed before Hermione was completely rid of Viktor.
Hermione looked around at her apartment, it seemed so bare without all of Viktor’s trinkets and belongings strewn about. Pictures of them and their loved ones had to be separated and she felt as divided as her belongings. Viktor had moved out a week ago and she still wasn’t use to sleeping alone. She was scared to come home to the dark and empty apartment at night. She slowly started to open up more and more to Lucius and their work relationship couldn’t have been better.

It was their other relationship that was slowly but surely blooming, but in need of constant vigilance and care. Lucius could sense her extreme loneliness and frequently, if not every night, insisted they have dinner together, under business pretenses. Draco was becoming a regular fixture at the Ministry and often accompanied them on these business dinners. He knew Draco could marry for power or status and knew he could grow to care deeply for Hermione. Lucius knew they would grow to love, but never be in love, it was plain to see.


Hermione still bristled to the idea of marrying Draco, thinking it totally absurd Lucius would even suggest it. She knew she was getting deeper and deeper into the mire, she could not control herself when Lucius sheathed himself inside of her. Countless times she wanted to scream her love for him but bit her tongue. She didn’t want to surrender to him, and so she stayed in denial of her feelings. If she admitted she loved him, it would open a flood gate that she knew could never be closed again. He knew if he could leave Narcissa he would have done it already, but it was impossible. In the magic realm, till death do you part literally means till death.

When Hermione woke that morning the first thing on her mind was Lucius, she had an incredibly hot dream and she woke up with wet knickers. A plan quickly formulated in her sharp brain while she got ready for work. It was an incredibly long day at the Ministry and he had an agonizing hard on for her all day. They settled into a routine, that horrified and comforted Lucius. Before morning tea they would have a quickie on the couch. They worked better once they worked out all the kinks and sexual frustrations first thing of the day. She had denied him that day’s morning quickie and he had felt deprived completely. He soon realized what kind of mind game she was playing with him when she sat on the edge of her desk going over his schedule with him when she crossed her legs mid sentence.

“Your meeting Draco and the President of Gringotts at noon” she purposely crossed her legs extra slowly, wearing the shortest skirt in her closet that day. She feared Lucius would grow bored of their routine morning sex, though they both had never had more gratifying sex in their lives, she knew a man like Lucius needed to be kept on his toes. She left her knickers at home and knew his silver eyes would catch her wardrobe malfunction soon enough. And there it was the look, it was so gratifying to see that expression on his face, as if she had dangled a new toy in front of a child.

His eyes caught sight of that beautiful pink slit of hers and wanted to sink his tongue inside it. Visions of him filling her with his tongue and then pounding that pink little pussy with his cock till she screamed his name filled his head. “What did I just say?” she said as she narrowed her eyes at him. His face went completely blank, he had not even heard her speaking when she flashed him her folds. He gave her a sly look “I didn’t quite catch it, my hearing isn’t what it once was” he said silkily. “you slytherin bastard, you can hear a pin drop across the room… you weren’t paying one bit of attention to what I was saying were you?” she demanded.

“careful with that spiteful tongue love, there could be repercussions” he chided. This was not going as she had planned and was disgruntled for the rest of the day because he would not make a move or acknowledge her flirtatious gesture. He was biding his time, waiting for her to be so pissed off at him her blood boiled.

He had succeeded admirably at getting her anger ablaze by completely ignoring the fact she had no knickers on, in fact he had a will of steel and decided to not even touch her at all that day. He was delaying the pleasure he knew would come at the end of this day.

She had her back turned to him, packing up her things to leave for the day in a huff, when he crept up behind her without her knowing. If one thing he could teach her, is you can turn your back on anyone, but never turn your back on Lucius Malfoy. “Immobulous” he whispered and she stood stock still. She fell back into his waiting hands and he carried her over to the couch.

He walked to his desk and in one sweep of his powerful arm, had sent everything on his desk crashing to the floor. He could hear her screams, though nobody else could after the silencing spell he put on his office. “What are you doing to me?!” she screamed with futile rage.

“your working overtime for me tonight” he said with smirk. He ignored her shrieking protests as he removed the length of silk from his desk drawer. He cradled her in his arms and placed her on his desk and spelled her clothes off. She laid stark naked on his dark cherry desk. She could feel the cool hard wood meet her naked flesh.

He tied the silk firmly around her wrists and spread them to the corner of the desk, as he spread her legs open, bent at the knees, her feet bound to the edge of the desk, he tied her to the desk firmly. The silk pressed underneath her breasts and over her stomach, she was completely bound, her hips the only part of her body with any freedom to move.

He removed the immobulous on her and she thrashed against her silk restraints violently. He produced a riding crop from a cupboard near the door, she looked at it with fear in her eyes. The crop had a thin black handle with black silk string wrapped around it. The end had a small leather loop, surrounding it was a large black ostrich feather. Lucius could see how torn she was about him, he knew she cared for him, perhaps not loved… yet. He needed her to trust him, and as boss and the elder in their relationship, it was his role to guide their relationship. He knew she had been anticipating this all day and was afraid she might get bored with their routine morning shag fests. He had to delve deeper into her desires, finding she secretly got off on the feeling of being out of control.

He was within inches of her and he stared down into her eyes, her fear making his cock ache. “you will call me Master when we are alone in this office, now I want you to repeat after me : Yes Master, I will respect your wishes”. She gave him a confused and terrified look, but her eyes glazed over with anger. “fuck you” she spat out.

He ghosted the feather over her stomach and she squirmed, he brought the crop down to her thighs and gave them a quick and firm swat with the crop. She winced in pain as she thrashed against her restraints. “Yes Master, I will respect your wishes!” he said firmly, enunciating every syllable. “let me go you bastard!” she bellowed.

He brought the crop down to her ass and with more force than before, brought the crop down hard with every syllable “Yes – Master – I –will – respect-your-wishes” he said each time the small loop of leather connected with her ass.

He saw the tears brimming in her eyes and she was thrashing like a wild cat. He slid the feather over her ass and between her thighs slowly. “Now, what is it you need to tell me my pet?” he said malevolently. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her head away from him. He brought the crop down hard on her thighs, and her ass in rapid succession until she screamed out in a hoarse voice “Yes Master! I will respect your wishes”. A satisfied smile graced his lips. “excellent my pet, now you need to learn to serve your master well, my wish is your command , now repeat after me, your wish is my command”.

She groaned in pain but before he could bring the crop down she gasped out “your wish is my command!”. He rewarded her with the feather between her thighs, caressing her now slick pussy. She loathed being out of control, but being forced to call Lucius Master made her wet. She successfully held in the moan she wanted to let escape when he soothed her skin with the feather. She had so much pride in her, and when she uttered that word “Master” she felt a rush of the most incredible need spread through her body. Swallowing her pride, and succumbing to his will was getting her off.

“your wish is my command – what?” he inquired silkily, pressing the leather loop of the crop into her clit. “MASTER!” she moaned as he gently swatted her pussy with the crop. “Your wish is my command, Master” she repeated. She felt dizzy, and her heart was beating out of her chest. She didn’t know how he did it, but he was the only man capable of invoking such an animalistic thirst in her.

“my wish is to be down your throat” his deep baritone voice spread across her mind. She did not trust him enough to put herself in that precarious of a situation, and knew this could potentially get dangerous for her if he took it too far. She didn’t feel like chocking to death on the Minister of Magic’s cock while bound to his desk.

She was in control, he just didn’t know it yet. She flashed him a defiant gaze and saw the look of raw fury, the storm building in his grey eyes. His face tightened in anger and she could see his jaw tightening under his alabaster skin. Gods he made her insatiable for his touch. She was certain she could release her binding with wandless magic if she focused enough, but her heart still pounded with the fear and excitement of what he would do next.

He caressed the feather over her pussy and stomach, and with agonizingly slow speed made light circles on her nipples, bringing them to taut peaks. His face relaxed to his usual cool demeanor and was showing such restraint it amazed her. She could see the enormous bulge in his pants and wanted that contact more than anything in the world right now. She felt her body pulsing with need, the silk ties were cutting off the circulation to her feet and hands and she needed to feel his sinful skin on hers. She tried to edge away from the feather to end her desire, to slow the agonizing ache between her legs. She managed to shift farther up on the desk and felt the edge of the desk behind the base of her head.

He never stopped his torment on her skin with the feather, he knew by now her skin would be ablaze with desire and the slightest touch could take her over the edge. She clamped her eyes shut and stifled a moan as he gently tapped the leather tipped crop over soaking pussy. She did not see when he released his rigid cock, inches from her mouth. He tortured her folds, he could see her arousal glistening on her nether lips and thighs, he firmly rubbed the leather into her clit and her hips bucked forcefully off the desk as she let out a long moan.

He quickly took the opportunity and tilted her head back off the table and sheathed himself within her mouth. She knew she should be fighting against him but was enraptured with the feel of his skin on hers, that he had been denying for so long, prolonging her torture.

She moaned around his cock as it filled her mouth to her dismay, she was losing control fast. He cradled the back of her head and his eyes drank in the sight of her lips wrapped around his cock, he gritted his teeth to keep control when he could see his cock violating her throat under the skin. He did not expect what happened next, neither one did, but their bodies betrayed them. She scraped her teeth in warning on his cock and she felt him stiffen in alarm above her, as soon as her teeth connected to the base of him he came like a fount down her throat. At this position she had no control of how much she swallowed, the head of his cock sheathed tightly in her throat, spurting his seed straight into her stomach.

She felt only a faint gag reflex when he entered her throat, he could slide straight down without much resistance from her at this angle. She loved how she could feel his hot seed shoot down her throat, and the feel of silken skin as he withdrew his cock from her mouth. His cum still dripping from his tip, was now smeared across her lips.


She was not sure why she enjoyed this so much, a part of her thought it was degrading to her, using her mouth, essentially silencing her, forcing her to worship his cock and swallow his seed. He towered over her like a god, her pleasure was not a priority at all when he forced himself down her throat, she was an orifice to be filled, her mouth that she used to express herself, stand up for herself was now folds of flesh for him to penetrate and empty his cum into. She hated how degrading it was, but the more degraded he made her feel, the hotter her desire burned.

A look of intense pain spread across his face as he read her thought. He had no intention of degrading her, he wanted to free that wild animal of passion free within her. He knew she enjoyed mind games, he actually enjoyed losing to her, it proved her brilliance. He sickened himself at what he had done to her. “It was not my intention to degrade you Hermione…” he said quietly.

She suddenly came face to face with her own sexuality. She always tried to portray the roles she aspired so hard to be, a brilliant independent witch, a professional and intellectual. She had never met this other persona inside of her, it was passionate and wild and though she knew society bore it into her brain that women were always taken advantage of, she had never felt more empowered. Why was it so wrong for a woman to enjoy this? Why were women not allowed to express their pleasure? She was desirable, not a victim, she was getting off on this, not being taken advantage of. She realized her own uniquely female powers, sexual, enchanting and very capable of the heights of pleasure.

“Lucius… if you don’t fuck me soon I will quit the Ministry forever!” she commanded. He wasn’t sure how she could do it, she was tied and whipped and yet she still managed to turn the tables on him. She put on a good show for him, but he had responded to her games like a champ. She had him just where she wanted him.