Diamond in the Rough

Hermione was vacillating in whether to teach her manipulating spouse a lesson. On one hand she wanted to drive the point home with him thoroughly that she was more than a chess piece to be moved about at his will. On the other hand, she had only caught him nodding to the photographer. It could have been just a simple acknowledgement. She had no proof he had actually arranged for the reporter and photographer to show up at the quidditch box. However, she did not put it past him to have arranged something. The man was a slytherin to his very core; he most likely had multiple cogs spinning on multiple outcomes he wanted. Damn him.


On top of everything else, her need for him had not diminished one iota in her irritation with him. The idea of teaching him another lesson while he was trussed up tight but this time with a glowing, red bum held infinite appeal. She had done her homework to the letter and although she was somewhat reticent in making this experiment an actual reality, she could not have been more prepared with the one small exception of never having had any practical experience. She just needed the right opportunity to present itself.


She was sitting at the small writing desk in her bedroom when Lucius came in. Hermione’s hair was pulled back into a messy bun, tendrils of hair trailed delicately down the nape of her neck. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to her bared flesh, trapping her between his arms as he leaned his hands against the desk. Her eyes closed as he lay delicate kisses up towards her ear. Whispering softly, he asked, “What are you doing Poppet?”


“Reviewing my work calendar for tomorrow,” she sighed leaning her head to the side to afford him better access. “Don’t overanalyze.” she thought to herself, “just enjoy.”


“I beg your pardon?” He asked standing up to look down at her. He was somewhat taken aback, not at all prepared for Hermione to return to work. She would be gone all day from the manor. He enjoyed having her here at home within arm’s reach. Lucius scowled, he thought he would have been able to sate his thirst of her within the first two weeks of matrimony. Rather than sate his desire, having her with him inflamed it. However, it was more than desire; he liked the way her little mind worked. They debated fiercely over politics, magical rights, favoured books… He thoroughly enjoyed the way sparks seemed to fly off her when he had riled her to distraction. Good Gods, he realized suddenly he wanted her to like him, perhaps even love him. He would rather slit his own throat than admit his need for her. He had no intention of giving himself away so readily that would surely lead to vulnerability. He walked over to her chaise lounge and sat down looking completely relaxed while his mind puzzled over the possible turmoil of his heart.


“You heard me just fine Lucius.” Hermione turned around and quirked her eyebrow at him. “I have quite a few projects piling up.”


“There’s no need for you to return to work so soon, Hermione.”


“Of course there is a need Lucius, it’s my need. I need to work. Just because we are married doesn’t mean that my career ends.” Hermione knew she sounded defensive but she was gearing up for his “Lord of Manor, all must obey me” behavior to rear its ugly head.


“Wives in our social circle don’t tend to work Poppet. It simply isn’t done, you will be considered an anomaly,” his cagey mind looking for any type of reason that merited her staying home with him.


“Well this Malfoy wife will work and I don’t care a whit what your friends have to say about it.”


Perhaps a little manipulation was in order he thought, “I believe I have begun making allowances for your friends, my dear. Shouldn’t you do the same for me?”


“What allowances are you making exactly Lucius?” Hermione’s eyes narrowed, “other than arranging photo opportunities for you on the front page of the Daily Prophet.”


Lucius looked at those flashing, caramel, coloured eyes, she was bright, his poppet. He smiled to himself.


Hermione stood up and slowly began to walk towards him. “Interesting isn’t it? You wanting to help me manage my need for control and now I’d say you require my help in allowing yourself to trust.” She had an intense sparkle in her eye. Finally, an opportunity, she couldn’t wait to exploit it.


“Trust?” He asked surprised, hadn’t he just been contemplating trust? He watched emotions play across her lovely face.


“I think it’s time for an experiment Husband.” Hermione said resolutely as she tapped her wand against her thigh.


With a small wave of her wand, she transfigured her clothing into a skin-tight, red, latex body suit that left nothing to the imagination. Her shoes became thigh-high, four-inch, red, leather boots. She placed her hands on her hips and looked at him one lovely, sculpted eyebrow lifted. Thank goddess for the Murray and Vern catalogue she had sent away for as part of her research.


Lucius’ mouth literally dropped open in shock as he took in his tiny wife turned dominatrix, sex goddess. She looked as if her outfit had been painted on her and was still wet. Grinning in a very rapacious manner, he reached out to touch this incredible vision before him. Hermione slapped his hand and said, “Down boy.”


Never having been slow on the uptake, with a wicked gleam in his eye, Lucius dropped to his hands and knees in front of her. “Yes Mistress. As you wish,” trying to appear submissive but his natural arrogance shining through in the line of his body and posture.


She smirked, he didn’t have a submissive bone in his body but she did enjoy his attempt. She felt herself grow damp, he looked so very succulent at her feet and he would be very naked shortly. "Lucius," Hermione whispered as she walked slowly around him. She ran her fingers through his hair, grabbed the silky mass and wrapped it firmly around her hand. She pulled slowly so that he had to tilt his head back. She looked into his smoky, desire-filled gray eyes. “You are overdressed,” she said in a low voice and waived her wand. He was suddenly bare, nothing but chiseled nude perfection at her feet. Smiling wickedly she accioed black leather shackles from her closet.


Lucius looked at her with questioning amusement. “I’ve started my own toy box which I am now happy to share with you.” She said smugly. She pointed her wand at the ceiling, Lucius looked up and saw a hook on a black velvet cord unfurl from her ceiling.


“You’ve been remodeling I see.” He said in a low, silky voice. His eyes flashed silver, “A word before you begin, Poppet. If I say stop that means stop. I’d hate to be accidentally injured in a way you hadn’t intended.” His look quite serious.


Hermione nodded just as seriously and then said, “I don’t recall being given the same privilege when we last played Lucius.” A slight frown marred her brow.


“Not verbally but I did set wards to indicate your distress and pain level.” He smirked up at her, “I do have a bit of experience in these erotic endeavors.”


She scowled at him, “Yes, yes, you are experienced beyond anyone’s imagining. Now I want you to be quiet, slave. Sit up on your knees and put your hands in front of you.” She said firmly.


She buckled the restraints on his wrists and fastened the restraints to the hook. She used her wand to adjust the height of the hook so he was bound long and taut in all his muscled glory. She circled him again, running her hands along the line of his lean hip, his broad back, and carved abs. He closed his eyes while she touched him, that beautiful, platinum hair cascading down his back.


Standing behind him, she took a deep, silent breath, fortifying herself. She could do this. He would never have given her the book if he had been opposed to any of this. Besides, he deserved this; didn’t she have a point to make with him? Honestly, using her friends for publicity shots, even if she couldn’t necessarily prove it, the opportunity was too ripe for him not to have been involved, the sneaky slytherin. She sighed softly, she wanted to be irritated with him but damn him, she couldn’t. Not while he was a feast for her eyes. All she could think about was running her tongue along every peak and valley of his beautiful body. She accioed a few more items, which she set on the chaise lounge behind him, then walked around him so she faced him. “Showtime!” She thought.


“Lucius, I don't think your cock is hard enough for me. Don't you desire me?" Lucius shuddered as she pinched the end of his very swollen, glistening tip. Hiding a smile behind his hair, he moaned softly in response.


"Answer me," her command was sharp.


"I desire nothing but you, Mistress." Lucius whispered.


"Very good, slave,” Hermione smirked as she lifted a toy from the chaise lounge. She flicked a short black leather scourge over his nipples and smiled when he jerked in reaction. She ran her fingers through his hair again. She lightly flicked the scourge across his chest, causing his muscles to dance and twitch after each flick. His proud cock thrust out demandingly from his groin.


"Show me your devotion, Lucius." She whispered and stepped back as he thrust towards her straining slightly against his bonds causing him to sway slightly back and forth. She laughed softly and continued to flick him lightly with the scourge. Lucius looked both bemused and frustrated. His cock began to well up pearly drops in anticipation. He groaned in his failed attempt to touch her with some part of his body.


“Oh, Lucius. You should know better than that.” Hermione shook her head as if disappointed. She dropped the scourge on the chaise, picked up a broad, black, leather paddle, and positioned herself to the side of him so he could see it. Smiling she ran the tip of it along the inside of his thigh, moving it over his side to the top of his back then lightly trailed it down his spine, caressing and smoothing the flat broad face over his sculpted buttocks. She swung her arm back and snapped the paddle hard across his bottom with a resounding smack. He hissed slowly in response. She smiled, scratching her nails lightly over the pinkened mark. Lucius pushed into her hand. She patted him gently then began slowly and methodically to work the paddle across those lovely glutes.


She situated herself by his side so she could watch his face as she turned his skin to a rich, rosy hue. He seemed to revel in the pain, in every sting of the paddle. Hips thrusting forward after every smack. His long, thick, hard cock weeping in his excitement. His so obvious enjoyment of the paddling was making her hot and oh so wet. She tossed the paddle onto the chaise lounge and stalked in front of him. In one swift movement, she gripped him tightly with her hand. He rolled his head back, groaning as she squeezed and pushed her hand up and down his very hot, swollen staff. She scooped up the pearly drops from his tip with her finger, caught his eye and used her tongue to wipe her finger clean. His eyes narrowed and he watched her in a very predatory manner. She smiled saucily at him, “Hmmm finger-licking good.”


“Hermione…” he cautioned. “Shhh, Lucius, you aren’t in any position to dictate. Don’t make me gag you,” she said quite sternly.


She knelt down on her knees and took him into her mouth. She rolled her tongue and teeth over, across and under his plumy head. Moving one hand to the base of his cock, she sucked hard taking him deeply into the back of her mouth, over and over until she could feel his sac tighten. She let go and stood up.


“Hermione, Gods, woman, I’m so close, don’t stop.” He groaned.


“Tsk, tsk, slave. The same rules apply to you as they did me. You have to ask me for what you want and you need my permission to come.” She smirked at him, her arms crossed.


Lucius’ eyes flashed silver and he growled in frustration, “I want you to suck my cock until I fill your mouth with my seed.”


Hermione laughed, “That’s not asking and it’s hardly up to you to decide how you will come. You need to learn to trust me Husband. You might find we agree on the outcome, although I suspect I may at times differ from you in the journey to that outcome.” She picked up the scourge again and began to flick across his nipples, his stomach and his cock. His lovely golden flesh taking on a light pink tint. Lucius groaned, he had never felt this aroused nor this frustrated.


Hermione took her time; taking Lucius to the edge and back, flicking with the scourge, sucking and squeezing him until he was right at the peak, then stopping to pick up the paddle to keep those rosy, red cheeks glowing. She was maddening him with all this teasing. He was biding his time. He wanting nothing more than to release his bindings, tackle her to the ground, rip the crotch out of that tarty, red cat suit and pound his cock into her. Soon enough he would get his hands on his teasing, little termagant.


Hermione finally dropped both paddle, scourge onto the chaise lounge, and turned back to Lucius. He glistened, a light sweat having formed on his lovely body. She leaned in and licked her way up his chest then pushed him away from her as he tried to thrust against her with his aching cock. He growled and she laughed delightedly. “You are a horrible slave Lucius. You are far too demanding.” She leaned over as she spoke and plucked up a large dildo. She turned to face him and held it up for him to see. "Solid marble. It will warm with your body temperature." His eyes widened in surprise.


She drizzled oil up and down the length of the dildo until it was coated with lubrication. Taking her wand, she adjusted the hook so Lucius was bent forward, his sculpted bottom jutting out. She moved behind him, reached around him running her oiled hands up and down his hard length, massaging his tight sac then rubbed that sensitive skin between his testicles and anus. She drizzled more lubrication between his cheeks and pushed her oiled finger into his tight, wrinkled opening.


He gasped and jerked when she slid her finger into his anus. She then pressed another finger into him, moving her fingers in and out of him until he was well oiled. He groaned lightly, pressing himself as best as he could against her fingers. She placed the dildo against him and began working it into place. Lucius hissed and rocked back onto the large tool. When it was fully seated, he let out a low growl.


She pressed her body hard against his side, grasped the marble cock and began a slow thrust and retreat that had him quickly moaning and jerking with each penetration. She grabbed his erection, pumping it hard and in time with her thrusts. Lucius moaned out, “Sweet Hecate, Poppet, right there that is perfect.” He bucked his hips thrusting forward into her hand as intense waves of pleasure shot through him. His eyes widened and he let loose a primal scream and released in long pearly ropes.


Goddess, she wanted him so badly. She leaned her head against his back, panting heavily, her body molded to his side. She slowly slid the dildo out of him. He hung limply from his release. Hermione used her wand to clean Lucius, her toys and then the floor. She unhooked his restraints and he eased down to the floor in one fluid motion. Hermione knelt in front of him, unbuckled his bindings and massaged his wrists.


She began to pull her hands away and he grasped her hands. “That was well done Poppet. You learn very quickly, even improvising on what you read. Thank you.” he said in a very low, silky voice.


He ran his hands up her latex covered arms and pushed his weight forward so she was suddenly supine with a very large, naked wizard on top of her. He bent his head down and kissed her hard forcing her lips apart so he could tangle his tongue with hers. His tongue marauded her mouth with lascivious intent. Hermione moaned, pushing her hips up towards him, trying to grind herself against him.


He leaned back smiling dangerously. She ignored the smile and tried to bring those lips back to hers but he was holding down her arms. He smirked. “Does my poppet have an itch that needs to be scratched?” Oh Goddess, that voice, her desire was feverish in its intensity. “Lucius…” she growled. He held her down and pressed a hand against her latex covered mound. Hermione pushed herself hard against his hand.


He stood up pulling her along with him. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her back into his bedroom. Laying her on his bed, he ran his hands over her latex covered breasts. Squeezing and pinching her erect nipples. He leaned down and bit one of her nipples gently. “Ahhh, not that thick but still in my way.” He flicked his finger and her body suit disappeared. He dropped his head down to suck on her other nipple and moved his hand down her stomach, through her moistened curls to slide two fingers into her wet, clenching sheath. Hermione bucked at the welcome intrusion. She wanted him desparately. He moved down, lapping his tongue through her sweet nectar.


"Like honey," he whispered. "Like sweet cream and sugar." He pressed his mouth and face against her, lapping, nipping and sucking her as if she were a sweet fruit. The flavor of her began to make him swell. Her sweet moans hardened him further.


Hermione moaned she was so close. “Lucius, please.” She murmured as she pulled on his hair. He reared up and she pulled his face towards hers, tasting herself on his lips. He positioned himself so his hardness pressed against her aching, hot center. “Please,” she whispered again.


He plunged into her, moving slowly. She writhed under him, grasping his ass and pulling him into her further. He began moving harder and more quickly until he was hammering into her, stimulating nerve endings she hadn't known existed. It hit her like a flash flood, a brilliant white light, lifting her up and sending her flying. She screamed his name with her release. The rippling of her climax caused her to clench hard on his cock, triggering his explosion, a climax almost painful in its intensity.


They lay limply, boneless in each other’s arms. Lucius moved onto his elbows looking down at Hermione. They surveyed each other silently; she reached out and tucked his silky hair behind his ear. He rolled to his side still holding her loosely in his arms.


“My little lioness has come out to play,” he smiled crookedly at her. “She’s quite talented, any more talented and I may expire from the excitement.”


“I know I like it when my big, bad death eater wants to play with me.” She smiled back at him.


“Do you really have to work tomorrow Poppet?” Lucius asked. “You are more than welcome to take the desk in the library if you considered working from the manor. That is, if you were so inclined.” He ran his finger down her cheek.


“I suppose I could work just as easily from the library,” she replied softly. His library could definitely be of use in her research. He had tomes that the ministry claimed had been lost. She played with his hair fanning it across her fingers.


A slight frown marred her brow; she sat up abruptly and scowled down at her dark wizard. Taken aback by her quick movement, he sat up as well, irritated to be jostled out of his very comfortable position. “What’s wrong?” he scowled back at her.


“You didn’t ask me for permission Lucius.” Her voice accusing and her face stern.


Confusion played across his face and then it hit him, he laughed, pulling her down next to him. “I believe control may still be an issue for you Poppet but in this case it is the lack of it rather than too much. Not to worry, I am delighted to work with you on it.”


Domineering git she thought, smiling to herself as she drifted off to sleep.

A/N:

Voracious Reader: I hope this experiment was what you were hoping for. I hadn’t thought about getting Severus hitched, it’s definitely a thought!

Lily: Let me know if this was worth waiting for.

Sampdoria: Thank you for your reviews, they encourage me.

Meankitty69: I don’t think Lucius was caught entirely surprised, after all he did give her his two favorite books to read.

Heidi191976: I appreciate you taking the time to review.

Donavon: Thank you, hope this chapter doesn’t disappoint.

Jessie: Hermione has a fertile imagination and now has a wizard to practice on!

Citten: Lucius needs to get caught occasionally, otherwise he might get too big for his britches (oops... too late, hee, hee)