Lucius\' Bookshelves

Chapter 21

A/N: This is the gratuitous dungeon scene. If you don’t like reading about the fun things consenting adults can do to one another when one of them has a nicely equipped dungeon then I wouldn’t read this chapter. If you are looking for a barbarously violent scene, you’ll have to go elsewhere. On the other hand, if you are looking to see if Lucius knows how to do anything with his cane other than whack Draco with it, you’re probably in the right spot.
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Hermione was struggling to concentrate on her work in the library. Harry and Draco had left three days ago, after staying for 10 days. They promised they’d be back in about a month – before Harry started pre-season training.

It wasn’t their absence that was distracting her, though. It was Lucius. He had only spanked her once – the day before Harry and Draco had arrived. She had never realized before that day how exquisitely erotic a spanking could be. And she had been thinking about it ever since.

The problem was that she didn’t know how to ask him to do it again. She had mentioned to Lucius several times that she had enjoyed it, but he had only responded with an enigmatic smile. She had taken to wearing skirts in the hopes that he would feel the need to bend her over his knee, but that hadn’t happened either.

Instinctively, she knew she’d have to ask him. And that was the hard part. She’d been trying to work up her courage for a couple of days, but she’d gotten nervous and had avoided asking him.

On this particular day, Lucius was lounging on the couch while she worked on more Dark Arts texts. His bruises had faded, and the only remaining evidence of his discussion with his son was some swelling, and an asymmetrical kink to his nose.

He’d taken to carrying his cane everywhere the last few days, and she kept finding herself drawn to it. She couldn’t help but imagine him alternately punishing her with the black wood and teasing her heated skin with the cool silver snake head. She was just too embarrassed to ask him. After all, nice girls didn’t ask to be spanked or punished, did they?

And yet, her attention kept wandering to the cane, her brain running feverishly. Realizing how long she’d been focusing on the cane, she looked up, only to have Lucius’ eyes catch hers. His face was impassive, but his eyes reflected a mocking smile.

Quickly, she flicked her eyes back to the text on the desk in front of her.

She kept her eyes down, hoping that Lucius would fix his attention elsewhere. Twice she looked up only to be met with his mocking eyes each time. Her face burned as she tried to study the words dancing in front of her eyes.

Failing to get any more work done, she decided to attack the problem directly. She looked up and met the blonde wizard’s eyes. She took a breath before speaking. “Lucius,” she paused, her heart pounding, her face reddening, “How badly do I have to behave for you to spank me?”

A broadening smirk came to his face. “All you have to do is ask.” He inclined his head toward her as he continued to speak. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask for a while now. Have you been yearning for me to spank you?”

Hermione nodded.

“Tell me. Speak the words. Anything that you want can be yours if you just ask.”

Hermione nodded again, her face crimson as she stammered out the words. “W-would you please spank me, Lucius?”

He smiled, raising one eyebrow. “Would you like me to spank you – or would you like something else? Perhaps to feel my cane on your bare flesh?” he asked silkily, gesturing to the silver and ebony object resting against the couch.

Hermione started to nod and caught herself. “Could you use your cane on my body, please?” At that moment, she felt that if it were physically possible for her face to catch fire, it would have.

The blonde smiled indulgently. “Of course, my dear. Especially since you asked so nicely. I only want to fulfill your every desire.” Hermione shivered at his tone. Lucius could make even the simplest of statements sound like a blood-sworn oath.

The smirk returned to his face. “Many weeks ago in my dungeons I told you that I could teach you how to reach new levels of pleasure. I fear I may have scared you then. Are you willing to trust me now?”

Sweat trickled down Hermione’s back. She had relived those moments in the dungeons multiple times in the last week, and she found herself regretting her earlier reaction every time. “Yes. I trust you, Lucius.”

Lucius smiled and stretched out his arm to reach for her hand. Nervously, she put her hand in his. He smiled at the stricken look on her face. “There’s no need to be afraid, my dear. We have all the time in the world, and we’ll go at a pace that suits you. I only want to teach you how to reach higher peaks of excitement.” The smooth voice soothed her jangling nerves.

Hermione nodded, the steps taking them down to the stone doorway that marked the entrance to the dungeons.

He paused at the doorway. “Trust me, Hermione,” he repeated. “I’ve spent much of my life exploring the extremes of pleasure and pain, and I can guide you with my experience.”

Hermione swallowed, her throat dry. Now was not the time to start thinking of Severus’ diatribe on Lucius’ bloodlust. “Let’s go.”

Lucius smiled broadly, leading her to his personal addition to the dungeons.

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“Relax my dear.” Hermione nodded, her pulse hammering in her veins. She glanced around the room, while Lucius walked over to one of the cabinets against the wall. The table was still near the far end of the room, and to one side was an odd looking bench. She examined the later curiously. It consisted of strong wooden supports, a broad padded board at waist height that angled down, and a small bar at the far end of the board. Lucius noticed her inspection of the board and smiled. He had originally considered the table, but the punishment bench would provide him with much better access. He fumbled through one of the drawers before finding what he needed. He returned carrying a black length of material and a few straps.

“Turn around. I’m just going to blindfold you.”

Hermione’s eyes widened in fear, and Lucius smiled comfortingly. “If you want me to stop at any time, just say the word ’khalas’.”

Hermione nodded, and Lucius tied the blindfold around her head. Engulfed in darkness, Hermione found herself straining to hear his movements, and trembled in anticipation of his touch. His touch came quickly as his fingers deftly worked on the buttons of her blouse. She couldn’t help but shiver when his fingers came into brief contact with her skin. Each touch was electric since she couldn’t determine where it would be, or when it would occur.

He slowly removed her blouse, his mouth moving to tease each nipple in turn through the satin material of her bra. Hermione moaned softly, the sensations heightened by her temporary loss of vision. His mouth gently kissed the bare flesh between her breasts before he removed her bra.

Hermione swayed slightly, a little dizzy from the feel of his mouth on her skin. His hand reached for her shoulder and steadied her. His hands moved to the zipper of her skirt, his fingers teasing the creamy skin at her waist as he slowly slid her skirt down her hips. Giving her his hand to balance, he helped her step out of her skirt. His hands returned to the satin panties she still wore, and he lightly stroked her skin through the material before pulling heto hto his arms. “Don’t wear those any more. I want you bare for me under your skirts from now on.” Hermione nodded, her body trembling as Lucius helped her step out of the offending garment.

Again he drew her into his arms, his mouth finding hers, his hands reassuring her, before one hand slipped between her legs. Her flesh was slick, and his touch was charged. She felt his loose hair brushing against her shoulders and she clung more tightly to him. Being blindfolded was new experience for her, and while it was a slightly unsettling one, she decided that she liked the anticipation that came from not knowing where or even how he would touch her next.

Lucius ran his fingers lightly along the length of her jaw before he stepped away, a smile playing on his face. He took her hand and gave a gentle tug to indicate that he wanted her to walk with him. After a few steps, she felt her hips press against the padded bench that she had been looking at moments before.

Still holding her hand, Lucius spoke softly. “Rest your chest on the board, my dear. I want to secure you.” ‘Secure’ her? What was that all about?!?

“What?” she yelped.

She could hear a soft chuckle from Lucius, although his voice was soft when he spoke. “Relax. I just don’t want you to move inadvertently, and get struck someplace other than where I have intended. Stretch your arms out when you bend over.” His hands exerted pressure on her shoulders as he assisted her movements.

Hermione nodded, complying, and felt the smooth padding of the bench pressing against her breasts, and supporting her thighs while her bottom was thrust upwards from the angle of the board, leaving her shamelessly exposed. She rested the side of her face against the table. Moments later, she felt Lucius’ hands on her wrists, guiding her hands to the bar at the far end of the bench. This was quickly followed by the tightening of the straps around her wrists, and a few clanks as he secured them to eyebolts near the end of the bench. When his hands released hers, she tugged tentatively on the straps. She could move her hands a bit, but not a great deal. She next felt Lucius hands on her buttocks as they slid down the length of her legs.

She cried out with surprise when she felt his tongue licking and nipping the skin at the back of her knee. He moved his mouth slowly up her leg, and she spread her legs, the heat continuing to build between her legs. His teeth pinched the soft flesh of her inner thighs before his hands slid down her leg again to her ankle. Again he buckled straps arounr anr ankles, and secured them to the supports of the bench, keeping her legs nicely spread which still allowing her some minimal movement.

Hermione shivered as Lucius finished his preparations. Her body was lewdly displayed, and she could feel the air of the dungeon caressing her wet folds of flesh. She had no doubts that Lucius could see her glistening essence on her bare skin.

She heard the heels of his boots on the flagstones as he walked around the room. There were several pauses, the soft ‘clunk’ of items being moved from the racks on the wall. The footsteps returned, and there were several ‘thuds’ as items were deposited on one of the side cabinets. Her body began to quiver in anticipation although it was tempered with a healthy measure of fear. Her brain kept reminding her that despite his overall compassionate attitude toward her, this was still Lucius Malfoy. She had to just trust that he would stop if she asked him to. A cold sweat broke out on her skin. Hermione sent a silent prayer to her pnal nal gods: please, Lucius, don’t lose it on me.

The waiting was interminable, and yet disturbingly arousing. Knowing that Lucius had full access to her body, and that she couldn’t prevent him from doing as he wished with her was an oddly exhilarating feeling. Every sense was heightened, as she strained to hear his movements. She had heard his footsteps as he returned from the side cabinet moments before – he couldn’t be more than a foot or two behind her, and yet now she couldn’t detect him at all. Her heart began to pound and her legs felt weak.

Lucius took one step closer to the woman secured to the bench and stopped, gazing at the lovely figure presented to him. The stark white flesh trembled slightly and her buttocks quivered deliciously.

Hermione gritted her teeth in anticipation of the first stroke. She was astonished to feel a hundred leather knots delicately trailed down her spine. The light touch turned her skin to gooseflesh and she shivered, exhaling sharply. Lucius paused again.

Hermione swallowed, her muscles tense, but she was not fully prepared for the crack of leather against her skin, the individual leather strings striking her skin in subtlety different spots. She hissed as the leather again scalded her pale skin. Several more carefully measured stinging strikes drew the heat from her core to her skin. Lucius continued, and Hermione gasped, squirming as her backside bechotthotter, the fire spreading between her legs.

Lucius continued in a regular cadence, watching Hermione’s skin begin to glow pinkly, her flesh quaking with each strike. He paused, admiring his handiwork. The cat-o’-nine-tails that he had chosen was definitely the right choice to start off with; the leather strands spread out the force of the blows, heating her skin nicely while not bruising her or drawing blood.

Hermione moaned when Lucius paused. Her gasps had become cries as the throbbing of her backside spread throughout her body, intensifying her already substantial arousal. She ground her hips into the padding of the bench, the tension between her legs mounting.

Lucius watched for a moment as Hermione struggled to bring relief to herself, his own body already hard. It would be impetuous to take her now, when he had only just started. Of course, the almost breathless cravings that he experienced were part of the gratification.

He picked up the cat-o’-nine-tails again and went back to work on her flesh, targeting the delicate skin at the juncture of her buttocks and thighs before slowly working his way down her legs to her knees and back up again. Hermione continued to moan and writhe on the bench as he kept at his steady efforts. Gasping sobs came as the leather repeatedly struck her slick flesh. The sharp strikes on her tender flesh send jolts through her body to her very core, and she groaned dy, ty, the blood hammering through her veins in an erotic frenzy.

The blonde wizard paused again so that he could watch Hermione’s hips repeatedly thrusting against the bench, her sex slick with her arousal, her back shining with sweat, and her lower body glowing. His own body was straining at the sight, and he was amusedly surprised to realize that he had to actively hold himself back.

Hermione heard Lucius walk away from her, and she heard the muted *tunk* as her lover retrieved something else. She heard him return, and her ears strained to hear the tell-tale rustle of his robes that would warn her of an impending blow. She tensed as she heard him move, only to be startled by the feeling of cold metal gently caressing her heated flesh. She hissed in surprise and the gooseflesh returned.

Lucius turned the snake-headed cane in his hand, alternately massaging her heated flesh with the smooth head and trailing the fangs down her curves. Hermione squirmed against the padding, tremors shaking her body as her moans becoming incoherent pleadings. Gently Lucius pressed the head of the cane against her slick slit and Hermione struggled to press her hips back against it.

“Lucius, please… fuck me, please…” her hisses were accentuated by her struggles against the restraints.

Lucius grinned, his free hand briefly rubbing his own straining flesh though the wool of his slacks. Then, without warning, he took the cane by the silver head and disciplined her flesh with a sharp crack.

Hermione yelped at the fiery bite of the wood.

“I told you that you must learn patience, my dear.” Her lover’s voice was hard steel masked with a thin layer of silk. He echoed this sentiment with another burning chastisement of her skin. Hermione cried out as tears began to fall. Feverish strokes were superimposed on the pleasant heat from the leather strands.

Lucius striped her crimson buttocks with sharp whacks, driving Hermione’s hips into the padded bench. Quickly, her crying gasps took on a tone of surprised pleasure.

Holding back for a moment, Lucius watched Hermione struggling to pleasure herself as she continued to sob softly. Deciding that the lesson had progressed nicely, he set down the cane and approached the wanton display of his lover’s red, glistening flesh. He ran his hands lightly over her inflamed buttocks, and Hermione moaned. An obvious moan of desire, and his cock twitched.

Plunging one hand between her outspread legs, Lucius stroked Hermione’s wet flesh, his finger teasing the hard nub of flesh between her legs. Her hips strained to meet his hand, and he indulgently thrust his hands into her slippery entrance. A groan from deep in her body escaped Hermione’s lips as Lucius proceeded to stroke her blazing inner flesh. The fire that had been mounting in her body exploded, filling every pore of her being with a white-hot flame.

He withdrew momentarily and Hermione yelped indignantly, her body still quaking from the intensity of her orgasm. He worked at the buttons on his pants, releasing his hard cock. He couldn’t contain himself any longer – there would be many more opportunities for further exploration in the future. In one hard thrust, he drove himself into her willing flesh, his groin pressed against her burning flesh. His lover grunted in response, her body meeting his unflagging strokes. One hand continued to stroke her slit, and in a final thrust, the radiant heat tore through their bodies as he released himself into her, her body vibrating with the intensity of the sensations.

Spent, Lucius rested his chest against her back. “Oh gods, Hermione. My dear, my pet. I love you.”

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A/N deux: Khalas = Arabic for ‘enough’ or ‘done’. Yeah, I’ve sort of got this theme going with Lucius knowing at least some Arabic. It started with ‘The Wedding’ but I liked the idea. See, my whole thinking is that like so much of the ancient knowledge that ended up in the Middle East (or Spain) during the Middle Ages, when witches were being persecuted in Europe, many of them would have lived in/moved to in the Middle East, where the Muslims would have left them alone as long as they paid their taxes. For wizarding families with long histories (like the Malfoys) some of their long-ago relatives would have likely lived in the Middle East. Which is why Lucius has some Arabic texts in his collection, and I am assuming that he has probably picked up at least a smattering of the language.

(Yescleaclearly think way too much about this stuff.)

Anyway, that is the obligatory dungeon scene. Yes, I’ve got the whole naughty-schoolgirl fetish thing going on, but that is probably more than you really wanted to know about me! Anyway, let me kwhatwhat you think of it – this was sort of a first for me (yeah, okay, there’s not a ton of difference between spanking and caning, but the major difference for me is the gap between actual experience and, uh, extrapolation!).

Again, thanks for the lovely reviews. This is winding to a close here (a couple more chapters I think), but I am toying with another Lucius/Hermione pairing – I’m just trying to work out the details at the moment.