Loss of Control
Two
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Disclaimer:
them for my own amusement.
Content rated NC17. Basically,
this is total smut. If that offends you stop right here.
I see Lucius as being in total
control always.
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Saturday dawned bright and
sunny, it was going to be a beautiful day for sitting outside and watching a
sports match. Gwen dressed carefully and
made sure her hair and makeup were perfect.
She arrived at the Quiddich pitch just after the match had started.
surrounding the field, paying particular attention to the Slytherin seating
area, hoping to spot Luciusng tng the crowd.
She used her omnoculars to check closely, and was very disappointed when
she saw no sign of him.
It was a very exciting game,
with the lead changing sides repeatedly, the outcome unsure until the very end
when Draco Malfoy caught the snitch and won the game for Slytherin by a mere
ten points. Gwen felt a surge of heat
through her whole body at the thought of what Lucius might use as her ‘punishment’
for losing the bet. Unfortunately, he
did not seem to be around to claim his victory. Gwen returned home very
disappointed that he had not even bothered to show up to claim his prize.
Three days went by before Gwen
heard from Lucius; on Tuesday morning as she was getting ready for work she
received an owl from him. All the
message said was; ‘Friday night at eight’ and was signed ‘Malfoy’.
What does that mean, she said
to herself as she made her way to work.
Does that mean he is just going to show up wherever I am at eight on
Friday? She continued to puzzle over the
message for the rest of the day. After
that things got busy and she gave it little thought until Friday when Abby
asked her if she was meeting everyone after work that night.
“No, not this week, I’ve got
some important things to take care of,” Gwen replied as she gathered her purse
and jacket for the trip home.
When she arrived at the small
apartment she rented, she set about cleaning and getting herself ready for
whatever would happen at eight. Precisely at eight there was a crack of sound
and Lucius appeared into her living room.
Gwen jumped at the abrupt arrival, and then remembering her manners
said, “Mr. Malfoy, how nice of you to drop in.
Can I get you a drink?”
“No thank you, let’s just get
on with this shall we?” he replied as if in a hurry.
“What exactly is ‘this’?” Gwen
asked.
“This is how you will pay off
your bet. There are rules,” his tone
implied that he knew he would be obeyed without question.
asked a direct question, second, you will do exactly as you are told, third,
you will not touch me unless I give permission.
Do you understand these rules, Gwendolyn?”
While listening to the rules
her eyes had gone wide in wonder that he just expected her to follow all of his
instructions. Looking at the serious
expression on his face she just nodded her head in acquiescence. She couldn’t
wait to see what he had planned.
“Fine, then, shall we begin,”
it was not a question, but a command. He
briefly surveyed the room to see where it would be best to position
front of an overstuffed chair he motioned her to come and stand before him.
After looking her up and down
in the most degrading way imaginable, he looked directly at her making her feel
he was looking right through her with his cold, unblinking stare, and said,
“I’m going to touch you, everywhere.”
Gwen raised an eyebrow in
distain, was that the worst thing he could think of? Nonetheless she slightly
raised her arms away from her body as if to say, ’go for it’.
He did.
his fingers up the length of her arms where he gently gripped her shoulders in
his hands. That was the last of any
tentativeness, from then on he owned her.
Lucius slid his fingers from her shoulders inward to her collar bones
and slipped this hands around her throat, causing her to gasp.
he said. He slid the tips of his fingers
across her throat back to her shoulders and down her sides. Slowly he moved his
hands around to squeeze each breast running his thumbs across her nipples
coaxing them to erectness. Gwen arched her back pressing into his hands. He
leaned closer to her so that his hair brushed against her face and buried his
face in the hollow of her neck above her shoulder; not touching her, just
hovering there, when he took a deep breath she realized he was inhaling her
scent as if memorizing it. Lucius slid
his hands down to her waist and around her back slowly reaching down to grasp
her buttocks in each hand. He looked
into her eyes as he pulled her against him so she could feel his arousal
against her thigh. Briefly grinding his
hips into hers, he released her and reached up to unbutton her dress.
away from her body so that by the time it was totally open the dress dropped
off her shoulders and slid down her body to lie around her feet.
Lucius gazed at the sight of
her naked upper body and slowly ran his hands over her trembling flesh, a
slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Looking into her eyes he
could see the desire building in her, but she was following the rules he had
set forth by not speaking or touching, even though her hands were clenching
with the need to run her fingers through his long blond hair. He caressed her
slowly trailing his fingers over her breasts, pinching her nipples just hard
enough to see the brief pain flare in her eyes.
Finally, he slid his hands into the back of her panties cupping her
buttocks, she gasped when she felt a finger running down the crack probing
slightly between and then slide down until his whole hand was in the junction
of her legs and his fingers closed over her and combed through the hair on her
mound. Gwen’s head ti for forward until her forehead was just barely touching
Lucius’ shoulder, he leaned slightly toward her so her head rested against him.
She moaned deep in her throat, then she caught herself not sure if a moan
counted as talking, she looked questioningly into his eyes and he nodded, then
abruptly removed his hand and pulled down her panties leaving her totally
naked. He stepped back to look over the
entire length of her body, then he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed
down until she was kneeling in front of him. He sat back in the chair and said,
“Clasp your hands behind your back.”
Gwen did as she was told feeling slightly off balance at the awkward
position. “Come closer,” he said as he spread his legs so she could kneel
between them. She moved forward slowly
and discovered she could not move her hands from behind her. She looked up into
his face as she realized she was bound by a spell she had not heard him utter,
not painful, but still immobile. He
sneered slightly at her as he opened his pants and lifted his semi-erect penis
free and said, “I think you know what to do now.”
She leaned forward awkwardly
trying not to fall on him and slowly ran her tongue along the length of
him. Licking and
nibbling gently from base to head and then sliding her mouth around the tip
while she teased the slit there gently with her tongue. Gwen did the
best she could given her awkward situation.
of him into her mouth as she could, bringing him to full hardness and then
concentrating on easing him back into her throat while trying not to gag.
Lucius placed his hands on either side of her head taking over total control of
her movements as he flexed his legs to thrust deeper into her mouth. His
breathing sped up slightly as he pumped into her mouth faster than she was able
to keep up with. Gwen relaxed her mouth
and throat and let him do what he wanted, still licking and sucking as he
thrust into her mouth, trying to give him as much pleasure as she could.
getting close, his fingers twisting in her hair to keep her mouth right where
he wanted it, then with a final thrust he exploded, spilling down her throat as
she swallowed him.
Almost at once he let go of
her and she slid her head down until it was resting on his thigh.
stood. As he was fastening his pants he
said, “I will return, this in no way has paid off your bet.”
disapperated away.
Gwen slumped to the floor and
didn’t even realize that her hands were free or that she was crying until she
moved to wipe the tears from her face.
How like an arrogant Malfoy to have left her like this? He had made sure
he was satisfied and could have cared less if she was or not.
thought, but deep down she knew she would let him do whatever he wanted to her
and she would not complain, or ask for more.
To beg would give him exactly what he wanted, total control over
her. That she would not allow. Then she
stood, gathered her clothes. She would take a bath and try to forget the ache
between her legs, at least until she saw him again.