Dear Lucius
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such it may not agree with how you see him.
Dear Lucius,
Thank you
for letting us know that you are okay.
but I do miss you terribly. Our son is
growing like a weed, and he misses you too.
Please be careful, I don’t know how I’d carry on without you.
I love you,
Mari
Marianna
showed up for work the next day as usual.
Her only concession to what had happened yesterday was a scarf around
her neck to cover the bruises left by Lucius’ hand.
passed his office.
“Hey Mari,
what are your plans for today?” Fred
asked as she breezed by.
< sty style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Arial'>She stopped,
and stepped into the doorway of the office, “I was planning on finishing the
sorting and inventory I started yesterday.”
“Do you want
me to keep Malfoy away from you?” Fred asked with a pointed look at the scarf
she wore.
Mari smiled
and stepped further into the office to allow Lucius, who had just arrived, to
pass in the hall behind her, “No thanks, Fred, I can handle him.”
“Mari,” Fred
lowered his voice so only she could hear, “Be careful.
combined, if he really wants to hurt you we won’t be able to stop him.”
“Maybe not,
Fred, but you will see to it that he ends up back in Azkaban, won’t you?”
“Absolutely.
living up to his end of the parole, is he?”
Mari
hesitated for a second then said, “No Fred, its okay.”
Fred looked
at her trying to read her expression and when it dawned on him, he exclaimed,
“You still want him, don’t you?”
Mari only
nodded as she headed down the hall to the storeroom.
“Women!”
Upon
entering the room Mari noticed immediately the neatly stacked boxes and walked
to the counter where her clipboard with the inventory was laying.
seated at the desk in his usual place at the back of the room, she looked over
the entries on the form. The inventory
was completed and signed by Malfoy as the form required.
the clipboard on the desk in front of him.
“Why?”
He shrugged,
managing to look elegant as he did.
“Just all of
a sudden decided to work?” Mari leaned down bracing her arms on the desk facing
him.
“Seemed the
least I could do,” Lucius drawled reaching across the desk to pull the end of
her scarf, slowly revealing the bruises showing clearly in the V neck of her
sweater. “You have such nice white skin,
so easily marked, makes me want to bruise the rest of it,” he murmured as he
looked down her neckline to where her breasts were swelling.
Mari pulled
back standing straight, moving her cleavage out of his line of sight.
“Thank you for finishing my inventory.
Now I have all day to think of something to occupy my time.”
Lucius
reached across the desk, grasping her arm and pulling her to his side.
ourselves.” He said as he pulled her into a sitting position on the end of the
desk.
Mari stood
and turned to walk away when Lucius grasped her wrist again and forced her back
to her seated position. “Why the sudden
change of attitude, Mr. Malfoy?” she asked.
Lucius
looked up from examining the long expanse of her legs so nicely displayed in
her short skirt. “I’m bored.”
“Your
boredom is not my problem.” She slid her behind along the desk away from him in
an attempt to put more space between them.
He moved the
chair back slightly so he could move one leg to the side, trapping her legs
between his. “Your comment yesterday
about pleasing me has started me thinking about all the ways I could use you
for my own pleasure,” he looked at her with heavy lidded eyes.
Mari sighed,
his hand felt so good on her, warm and gentle.
pleasing me too.”
“We’ll see
how well you do first,” his hand continued up her leg caressing her thigh and
sliding higher, “What did you have in mind…hmm?” he raised his hand from her
wrist to trace his finger along her lower lip.
Mari felt a
fluttering in her stomach that only encouraged her to move her lips along
Lucius’ finger. Never breaking eye
contact with him she pulled his finger into her mouth, licking and sucking it,
imitating a much more intimate act.
Slowly she slid her lips back until his finger fell from her mouth.
Malfoy, what do you have in mind?”
“You may
call me Lucius, but do it fast because in a moment I
plan on your mouth being too full to call me anything,” he said as he began
unfastening his belt with the hand she had just freed from her mouth.
“Really,
Lucius,” she let his name roll off her tongue savoring the feel of the
word. “What makes you think you can tell
me what to do?”
Lucius
jerked her off the desk onto her knees between his spread legs, “You’ll do
it. We both know it’s what you want.”
Mari found
herself with Lucius semi-hard penis in her face. She began by stroking him
gently, sliding her hand along the soft, silky smooth skin, squeezing as she
stroked.
“I can do
Mari lifted
him to her lips kissing the length of him, licking and nibbling at
underside. Slowly she circled her tongue
around the head slipping him between her lips and sucking just at the tip.
had described yesterday, savoring the feel, smell and taste of him. Actually
having him where she wanted him was almost overwhelming, and she couldn’t help
but moan as she slid him further into her mouth.
length of him swallowing as much as she could.
As she worked him back out she reached down and caressed his balls,
gently kneading and stroking. Lucius
leaned back in the chair relaxing into her mouth, letting her get him hard. She
was doing quite well, almost immediately he was fully aroused and he grasped
her head in his hands and started thrusting into her mouth setting the speed
and depth of the strokes. Mari continued
to lick and suck at him as he slid in and out of her mouth.
and swallowed him all the way back into her throat, where he stayed flooding
her throat with his orgasm.
Mari
swallowed and slowly let him slip back until she could gently kiss the head,
tongue lapping lightly at the slit to catch the last remaining drops of come.
Lucius hands had fallen to her shoulders when he released his hold on her head,
and now he pushed her away from him, “Not bad,” he said as he tucked himself
back into his trousers and refastened them, “you’ll do.”
Mari sat
back on her heels and looked at him, you would never have guessed he had just
had an orgasm, he looked the same as always, calm,
cool and in control. “It was better than
‘not bad’ and you know it.”
He looked
down at her, eyes icy and voice as unemotional as ever, “I’ve had better.”
Mari stood
up, and looking down at him retorted, “Fuck you, Lucius,” as she turned to walk
away.
“Not yet,”
he sneered, “you have to earn that.”
She chose
not to dignify that with an answer, and walked out of the room. As she turned
to walk down the hall, Mari couldn’t help but hear his laugh following her out
of the room.
Mari managed
to avoid Lucius the rest of the day, rather easily since he stayed in the
storeroom. She couldn’t avoid George at
all. He cornered her in the front of the
store where she was arranging a new display.
“What
happened to your neck?” he started right in.
Mari reached
up to adjust her scarf and not finding it realized she left it with
Lucius. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“Mari…
“I’m fine,
honest. It’s just a little bruise.”
“It’s not
‘just a little bruise’ it goes all the way around your neck,” he said as he
lifted her hair to investigate. “What
did he do to you?”
Mari sighed
as she turned to face George, “I guess it’s better to tell you and get it over
with isn’t it? He picked me up by my
throat, after I provoked him, okay.”
“Not okay,
are you out of your mind? Why would you
provoke him?”
“I just
wanted to get a rise out of him. Some
kind of reaction…” she faltered seeing the look on George’s face.
“And did you
get the reaction you wanted?”
“No…” she
stopped to consider what had just happened, “well not until today.”
“I probably
don’t want to know do I?”
Mari looked
into George’s sad face and smiled, “No, George, I’m sure you don’t.
“Uh…oh no,
please don’t tell me that you…you didn’t…” He sputtered.
“Yeah, I
did. And I liked it.”
“Well then
that’s it? Your quest to bed Malfoy is
over and you can start ignoring him like the rest of us are trying to,” he
sounded relieved.
“No, not quite. I only accomplished part of my
quest. But now I know what he tastes
like.” She got a dreamy expression on
her face as she continued, “…and feels like…skin soft as silk…covering iron.”
“Uh way more
than I wanted to know,” George muttered as he turned away from her, “Now I’ll
never get that image of you servicing him out of my head.”
“I’m sorry
George, I can’t help it. I’ve never felt
this way about anyone before.”
George
sighed and walked away. Mari finished
the display she was working on and started general straightening around the
shop. She found more than enough to do
until it was time to leave.