Love Games (Formerly His Pet Her Pleasure)

Chapter 2

Put the book down my pet. It’s time to play.”

“Yes, my lord.” She said as she closed the book and returned it to the shelf.

“Bring your arms up, my wanton little slut; I want your hands on the back of my neck.”

She complied with his orders and in doing so gave him unhindered access to her tits and nipples.

“Good girl, you know how your Master loves to play with these tits and I know how much you love it when I play rough with them.” He spoke in a low velvety voice in her ear that sent a shiver down her spine and made her pussy pulse with desire.

He whispered a spell that held her tits up and felt to her as if he was still squeezing them as he continued to pull and twist at her hard nipples.

“I can smell how wet your cunt is getting slut. Still so cock hungry after all these months aren’t you.”

“Yes, my lord.” She said as a moan escaped her mouth. “I’m always hungry for your cock.”

Lucius’ hand travelled down her taut stomach slowly to his desired destination his fingers finding her hairless pussy he slid a finger between her nether lips finding her wet and hot.

“Spread your legs, pet. Let me feel just how wet you are for me.”
Hermione spread her legs wide enough for Lucius to cup her pussy with his hand. Using his fingers he spread her lips apart and played with her clit then dipped lower as he plunged two fingers inside of her.

“Such a wanton little slut my pet has turned out to be. Tell me, pet, who is your master?”

A small smile played upon her lips when she heard his words, she knew what game he wanted to play. It was one of the many scenarios they played that she enjoyed.

“You are, only you Master.” His fingers and the words he spoke were making her melt with desire. And oh, the pleasures he gave her…Ron never could make her feel like Lucius could. Ron never took the time to learn how to please her, he would just mount her, hump till he came then roll over and fall asleep. Lucius though, he knew her body and knew what she liked and in turn she learned what he liked. She was a willing student to his lessons in carnal delights and he, in turn, was a thorough teacher.

-Flashback-

”What do you mean it’s over?” said a flabbergasted Ron Weasley.

“We, us, done, no more. It’s not working out, Ron.” Hermione said as she continued packing her things.

“What do you mean it’s not working out? I’ve had no complaints about our relationship, everything’s been great! You even said yes when I asked you to marry me.”

“Like I had much choice, really, you asked me at Harry’s birthday party in front of your whole family and everyone we know. I was cornered into saying yes.”

“I still don’t understand what’s wrong, I mean we’re happy, the sex is great…”

Hermione spun around to face Ron as she let go years of pent up frustration.

“We’re happy? NO, RON you are happy, you have not even asked me what I want or if I was happy with our situation. As for the sex, it may be great for you but I find it sadly lacking. You’re as selfish a prat in bed as you are out of bed. You don’t care if I come or even if I’m wet enough. You just hop on and hump me for five minutes, dump your load and roll over to fall asleep. That is NOT GREAT SEX!”

“I know you like it, I’ve heard you moaning.”

“That is NOT Oh my god this is so good moaning, it’s Oh God get this over with moaning.”

“It’s NOT MY FAULT you’re frigid, Hermione.”

“How would you know, you don’t last long enough to find out!”

A month later she sent Ron a pensieve containing the memories of her first two encounters with Lucius with the following note:

Ron,

I found I am NOT FRIGID as you suggested. On the contrary, my new lover says I’m a wanton, lustful woman in bed. It seems all I needed was a REAL MAN who knows what to do. Enjoy the contents of this pensieve, I do hope you learn something from watching it. Oh, and by the way Ron, what you’re about to see is GREAT SEX!’

-End Flashback-

She felt his fingers pull out of her pussy leaving her feeling strangely empty. As she watched he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean of her juices.

“Mmmm, still the best tasting pussy I’ve ever had.”

Lucius brought his hand to chin lifting her head back as he leaned down to kiss her knowing she would taste herself on his tongue. Pulling back he looked at her face flushed with desire, her lips slightly swollen from his kiss.

“Lean forward, my pet, hold on to one of the shelves and spread your legs wider. I believe we could both use a nice before dinner fuck.”

I want to thank all of you who left a review. I'm glad you're all enjoying my little foray into the gutter of my mind.

I will attempt to put some answers to why and how Lucius and Hermione got together, but the main theme of this story is SMUT. I don't know how often I'll be updating this, I'm writing it as my muse (and Lucius) dictate it to me.

Ok back to writing, Lucius is getting impatient. Hermiones bent over and waiting and he's nagging me to get on with it!