Lucius Malfoy's Second Wife - 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 Twenty-One - Retribution


Lucius had refused to have any intimate contact with her to avoid a pregnancy. He couldn’t use any magic in the prison and a contraceptive spell was therefore banned. No one had thought of making any magical exceptions for situations highly unlikely to arise.


Olivia remembered her promise to herself from before prison and came prepared one day. She was determined to get around Lucius’ ban. She found him standing in the tin tub naked, washing himself with the sponge and soap she had brought him. She smiled to herself and brought him his towel, also an outside addition to the cell. Cleanliness wasn’t a priority at the prison, and Lucius was innately fastidious, which had made for a few interesting arguments between Olivia and the Warden about what was allowed in the cells.


While Lucius was drying off, Olivia said, “Do you trust me?”


Lucius looked at her questioningly. He never liked to expose himself in any way he could avoid, but he said, “In what way?”


Olivia answered, “Sexually.”


Lucius replied, “Olivia, we’ve had this discussion already. I am not having sex with you. You know why. Leave it.” Lucius reached for his cotton pants.


Olivia removed them from his reach and said, “You won’t need these.”


Lucius was getting exasperated, “I’d like to dress now. Give me the pants, Olivia.”


“No. Lie down on the cot and put your hands up on the bar at the head.”


Instead of anger, Lucius was amazed that he felt intrigued. Was his wife initiating something more daring than sex with her on top? That brought a wary smile to his face. “Exactly what did you have in mind, my love?”


Olivia restated, “Lie down on the cot and put your hands up on the bar at the head. Now!”


Lucius usually did not like anyone else to control him during sex, but he was rather amused at his petite wife trying to take the dominant role. He played along with her, wondering how long it would be before he took charge and ended her bid for sex. He would not get her pregnant in this horrific situation. He lay down on the cot and placed his hands on the bar above his head.


Olivia kneeled up on the bed, swung over, and sat on Lucius’ face. He discovered she wasn’t wearing any knickers. He was blinded and completely distracted for a few seconds. Instantly Olivia slapped handcuffs around his wrists and connected them over the bar. She got off his face and watched while he discovered the handcuffs.


Lucius yanked on the cuffs. “Release me at once, Olivia. This is not amusing.”


Olivia was busy handcuffing one ankle to the bottom cot leg as he was speaking. Unfortunately for him, he had been investigating his hands and hadn’t seen her pull out the next cuffs. He tried to kick but now had only one leg to work with. He was hampered by not really wanting to hurt her in any way. She started tickling him below his ribs and he convulsed in reaction until he was winded. It was easy then for her to bind the other ankle.


“What in Merlin’s name is this all about, Olivia? I do not like being tied up.” Lucius gasped as Olivia started sucking his big toe into her mouth. He was getting a glimmer of where this was going now. And he suddenly wasn’t so anxious to be released any more. His mind started to fog up with his sexual reaction. The next toe was being serviced in order. Lucius relaxed (except for one part of him) and started to enjoy his captivity. “Do that to my instep again, I like that.”


“Shut up, Lucius. I’m ravishing you. You don’t get to tell me what to do.” Olivia laughed. She slooowly nibbled her way up his leg as he had done to her in their bedroom. She stopped short of paradise and he groaned.


“I’m sure I didn’t torture you that badly, Livvy. Now, no more nibbles, sweetheart,” he crooned, “suck my cock now.” Lucius raised his head to look down at her progress.


“Shut up, Lucius, or I might have to stop completely. I’m in control here, not you.”


Lucius weighed his need to dominate the lovemaking against her threat. He lowered his head back to his cot and wiggled the unsucked toes on his other foot. “Yes, my love. Could you start on my other foot now?”


Olivia shook her head. She knew she’d never really have total control over Lucius, even with her as nominal dominatrix. It was actually part of what made him so overwhelmingly attractive to her. She grinned and began again with his other big toe.


Lucius sighed in bliss and awaited her slow progress toward her destination. She dawdled over each toe and learned every square inch of his leg. After several very long minutes, he began to get frantic for her to hurry, but he knew better than to say anything when he was so close to heaven. This was new territory for her and he didn’t want to do anything to give her second thoughts. He wanted it too badly. So he remained silent, except for assorted moans and groans that he couldn’t keep to himself.


Olivia drew out the torture by circling past his erection and kissing his stomach. Lucius almost complained but stopped himself in time. He stayed silent, but looked down at her getting closer. Finally, after an excruciating wait, Olivia got up her courage and touched the head of his penis with her tongue. Lucius tried to stay still to encourage her, moaning in a deep velvet tone, “That feels so good, Livvy.”


Olivia wanted very much to please her husband and she repeated her lick, covering more territory the second time. Then she threw caution to the wind, and drew the entire tip into her mouth.


Lucius sucked in a breath and immediately cautioned her, “Mind your teeth, Livvy. Be careful with that, it’s the only one I have.”


“Thuttup, Luthus,” Olivia said around his cock. She was starting to have a good time with her adventure, but she did heed his instructions and covered her teeth with her lips. She tried different movements and strokes, listening to which movements made Lucius groan the loudest. She got bolder and tried to pull more of him into her mouth toward her throat. Lucius started pulling on his handcuffs, wanting to touch her face, grimacing when he couldn’t budge them. But he lost his concentration and started panting when she began simultaneously investigating his sac with her fingers, rolling the balls around inside.


She quickly discovered he actually liked her talking while holding him in her mouth, even if she was only telling him to shut up. The vibrations made him crazy. She started humming and he nearly came off the cot. After that, Lucius didn’t last long. He wasn’t sure if Olivia was ready for him spurting in her mouth, but when he tried to disengage, she clung to him with her lips and milked his balls dry. He fell asleep, exhausted. It was only midmorning.


Olivia gently opened all the cuffs and cuddled up next to him, serenely happy. Two hours later, Lucius made sure she received her share, resorting to his own version of her recent adventure. But he didn’t use the cuffs.


Erotic adventures became a regular pastime for them both, along with taking turns in their tin tub making tiny bubble baths using the suds to paint interesting areas of their torsos, and creating other inventive, intimate games for two. Lucius let go of most of his anger and found pleasure in what was available to him. He had never been a stupid man, wasting time on what couldn’t be changed; with Olivia's help he channeled his intellect into creating an environment and activities that protected his sanity as much as possible. His lack of angry thoughts also kept the dementors from attacking him, for which he was grateful.