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 Eighteen – Progress


Lea was staying mentally with him nearly all the time now, with practically no lapses in her mental presence, even when he physically abused her, or used a mild form of torture. He had tied her to the hook in the ceiling and used the handle of the quirt inside her while he’d taken her in the arse, he’d attached strings with clips to her nipples and tugged painfully on them each time she faded while she was using her hands to jerk him off. He’d tried spanking her, which gave him great pleasure. Unfortunately, he had discovered that she liked it as well because she liked being on his lap, and so its usefulness for anything but mutual pleasure was lost. Lucius decided to keep that game for later when they could meet as equals in bed.


But Lucius’ first love was the quirt and he used it on her often. Once, she’d asked to use the quirt on him, and he’d agreed, handing it over by the ivory handle. Lucius stripped and gripped the back of the sofa, keeping his legs safely together in order to avoid an untimely end to his virility. Almost at once he felt the sting of the weapon he’d been liberally applying to her. A few whips later Lucius tensed waiting for the next blow. Instead, he felt a small hand caressing his abused buttocks. He looked back at her inquiringly, “Lea?”


“I can’t,” she said. “I could have happily stripped all the skin off the Warden’s wrinkled arse, but I just can’t hurt you. Please, I want to put the cream on you now.”


Lucius saw she was near tears, so he floated the jar of cream to her from the bathroom and she gently spread the concoction over each of the red welts she’d inflicted on his abused posterior. Lucius was actually a bit disappointed, but he wasn’t much used to physical pain any more and had felt each sting more than he’d expected to. He decided maybe it was a good thing she had no taste for it.


When she was finished, Lucius had no sooner donned his trousers before Lea pushed into his arms, hiding her face under his chin and smoothing her hands up and down his back for a long time. Lucius let her hold him, but decided he had better stay in command from now on. He did wonder if she was as unhappy at being whipped by him as she was unhappy at whipping him. She hadn’t really shown any deep hostility to the quirt or he might have abandoned it as a tool, albeit reluctantly. And he only used the softer one designed to inflict welts, never the cutting one. He himself couldn’t do that to her. He shied away from analyzing why.

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One evening, Lucius decided to try a new approach to opening Lea’s mind up to sensation. He wanted her to start learning pleasure now, and that proved harder to accomplish than having her accept pain.


Lucius called Lea into her bedroom, stripped her down with a quick spell, and levitated her onto her bed. He quickly threw spells around her wrists and ankles and tied her spreadeagled to the bedposts. Lucius was already naked.


Lea was confused. Lucius always made her stay in uncomfortable positions, and this was nice and cozy, even with the restraints. Ironically, she began to be more apprehensive. He was changing the venue and the unknown scared her. But she now trusted him to keep her safe, so she waited as patiently as she could for his commands.


Lucius was going to try to combine pleasure and pain together so she would have a hard time telling where one started and the other left off. In the past, when he had tortured someone, it was the other way around. He had segued pleasure into pain, so this was going to be a bit strange for him. Ultimately, he wanted to lead her through the gates of pain-pleasure into the realm of pure pleasure where her mind and body could let loose of all controls and soar.


Lucius climbed onto the bed between her legs as he hadn’t done for months. He kept eye contact with her while he slowly lowered his head to her core. She watched him with interest. She rather liked the soothing feeling he gave her when he licked her there. Lucius nipped a fold, sending a small hurt instead of pleasure. Now Lea was unsure what he would do. She realized this was going to be more pain instead of the vague good feelings she’d had before. As she began to struggle with the bonds, Lucius began licking her. Lea stopped squirming and marginally relaxed again, confused.


Lucius knew she liked the licking, but she had no idea that it was supposed to be more intense than she was allowing herself to feel. Lucius nipped her again. Then licked. He was mixing up the signals her body was sending to her brain, keeping her from getting comfortable with, or distanced from, either feeling. This method was going to take time to reach her, and he was going to need to be inventive trying to associate things she liked sexually – there weren’t many - with pain, then pleasure.


Lucius kept at his good/ bad ministrations between her legs, until Lea started crying. Her body was so mixed up she didn’t know what she was feeling any more. At her breakdown, Lucius moved up her body, lubricated his erection with more blue fluid and thrust into her. He was reinforcing the licking feeling with the friction of his body, forcing a fast pace on her. Lucius didn’t expect she would respond with even a small climax this early in his work. He was right, but she was gasping with each insertion of his tool. That was definite progress of sorts for now. And she stayed mentally with him while he finished off himself.


Missionary position again, Lucius sighed in resignation. But he hadn’t done it that way for months and some of the old allure had returned.


Lucius’ intellect was strained to the limit trying to find ways to combine hurting her with giving her pleasant feelings. Pleasant sexual feelings. He spent time touching her breasts to discover how she liked to be touched there. It was easy to inflict pain-pleasure-pain on her breasts, but everything was an uphill battle. Weeks went by with little or no progress. Lucius wondered if he would ever succeed in helping her take back her sexuality.


But one evening Lucius finally found a place on her that she really responded to. He had turned her over to take her from behind and he had gently scored his nails down her back, only to find her panting, “Lucius, do that again!” Lucius had discovered her secret territory – a very narrow strip down the center of her back. Unplumbed rich territory not ruined by anyone else. After that, Lucius had the key to moving her from a vague enjoyment of her body to nearly unmanning him in her reactions to his caresses. Her body started producing abundant lubrication of its own if he started with her special point.


That was a clear lesson to him to stay true to his own personality. How ironic that his completely uncharacteristic, tender care of her and all the boring missionary style sex had kept him from finding her body’s hidden points of arousal. If he’d followed his own sexual inclinations early on, he would have discovered her pleasure points much faster.

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