The Malfoy Chronicles

Sweet smut ahead!!

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She approached Lucius stark naked. He grinned, and let go of his throbbing erection. He sat up and slid off of the bed. She went down on her knees before him.

“I have displeased you, Master?” she asked softly. Lucius reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, and leaned down, pulling her face close to his.

“Yes. You have displeased your master, and will suffer the consequences.” He said, and let her go. Narcissa loved this game. She was a masochist for her husband, and loved when he marked her nicely…but she would only take a punishment if it was in the heat of passion, not anger.

He went to his nightstand, leaving her in the floor on her knees, trembling with anticipation. He opened the top drawer, and pulled out a leather collar, and a flat wooden hairbrush.

Narcissa bristled when she saw the hairbrush. It wasn’t her favorite form of punishment…but it really wasn’t her choice. Lucius turned to his quivering wife.

“Afraid, my dear? You should be. Come here.” He said. She crawled to him quickly, and stood back up on her knees. He fastened the collar around her throat, and admired the view. He loved the sight of his wife on her knees. There was so much she could do down there…but that would be for another night. Tonight she was getting a nice hot bottom. Lucius sauntered over to an armchair on the other side of the room. “Fetch the hairbrush and then come to me.” He said firmly, and then sat in the chair. She picked up the brush with trembling fingers, and then crawled over to where her husband was sitting. She presented the hairbrush to him, and he took it from her.

“Stand.” He said, and she stood. He reached out and brushed his hand against the nest of curls right above his wife’s treasure. He slipped two fingers between her legs, and then withdrew his hand. His fingers glistened in the warm light of the room. He clicked his tongue. “My dear…what kind of punishment is it that you’re already dripping in anticipation…?” he asked. She was quiet. “Over my knee.” He said. She draped herself over his lap, and felt his hard cock poking her in the tummy. She loved that feeling. He adjusted her to where her creamy white bottom was in just the right position. He could feel her quivering beneath him, and it was having a delicious effect on his prick. He grasped the brush in his hand, and raised it. Narcissa’s eyes closed in anticipation.

The first blow came quickly, and Narcissa yelped softly. Lucius watched as the creamy white flesh turned red where the hairbrush came down. He then raised his hand, and brought the brush down again. Once again she yelped, but she held her position. He brought the brush down several times, and then paused to watch the effect on her bottom. He could see her cleft shimmering with her juices, and it caused his own organ to throb steadily. He struck her bottom a few more times with the hairbrush, and then set the tool aside. He began to message her abused bottom slowly, kneading the soft flesh with his hands. She moaned softly, and his hand came down against her bottom quickly.

“No noise.” He said. She closed her mouth as he began to rub her bottom again. She could feel his cock brush gently against her stomach, and she longed to have it pressed inside her. Once he finished his message, he began to run his fingers up and down her glistening opening. “Do you have anything to say, my dear?” he asked.

“I was bad, and now I’ve been punished. Would Master be merciful and fuck his slave into oblivion?” she asked softly, trying to push her hips back against his hand for more contact. The corner of his mouth twisted up into a beautiful smirk, and he gently lifted her off of his lap.

“Bend over the arm of the chair when I stand. I want to admire my work as I take you.” He said. She eagerly waited as he stood, and then draped herself over the arm of the chair, resting her arms in the seat. He walked around behind her, and nearly came on the spot at the beautiful vision before him. His wife was bent over the arm of the chair, her beautiful dripping treasure exposed, with her bottom red from her spanking. He gently positioned himself at her opening, and thrust inside. She gave that delicious squeak he loved to hear, and he lit into her like a madman.

He pounded her so hard she thought she would fly over the chair. She braced herself on the seat of the chair with her hands, and squeaked each time his cock ripped into her. He could feel her orgasm building up, and he smiled inwardly. Just as he felt her about to go over the edge, he backed off, letting her fall back. She groaned with dissatisfaction.

“Master you’re cruel. Have I not been punished already?” she gasped.

“I decide when you’ve been punished enough.” He said, and began his wild pounding of her cunt again. She squeaked beautifully with each thrust, and once again as he felt her orgasm build he backed away. He did this several times, until she sobbed from need underneath him.

“Oh sweet goddess, Master. Please…I’ll be good…please…let me come…I need to come…” she panted, her body shaking with unresolved sexual energy. But he pulled out of her, his own release too close to keep torturing her. He wasn’t through with her yet. She gave a sob, and waited.

He stepped to the side of her, and observed his quivering wife. She would learn a lesson about teasing. He pulled his hand back, and slapped her bared cleft violently. She gasped softly, and then groaned. He did it again, and she spread her legs wider. “Should I keep using my hand, or would you like me to use the hairbrush on that delicious treasure of yours?” he asked her.

“Master…please use the hairbrush on me. I don’t deserve your attention…” she sobbed. Lucius picked up the discarded hairbrush. He stepped closer to her side to be able to bring the hairbrush straight down onto her. He raised his hand, and brought the wooden tool down violently. It made a delicious slap, and she squirmed. He repeated the action, and saw her hips buck wildly. He struck her mercilessly with the hairbrush until she was sobbing for a different reason. He put the hairbrush aside, and stepped behind her. He put his cock at her opening, and thrust inside. She squeaked, and tried to push against him. He withdrew completely, leaving his disbelieving wife quivering on the arm of the chair.

“Stand.” He said, and she stood up. She had tears streaming down her face. He reached out and brushed her tears from her face with the pad of his thumb. She leaned her face into his hand. “Have you learned a lesson about teasing?” he asked her. She nodded.

“Beg me for your release. Beg for what you want.” He said. She looked at him.

“Oh Master…I want you to fuck me. I want you to pound me until I’m squirming with release underneath you. I want you to pound me until I can’t walk for a week. I want to be fucked. Completely, and utterly fucked.” She said. He smiled softly.

“I think I can oblige. Back over the chair.” He said, and she eagerly bent over the chair. He positioned himself at her opening, and braced his own body for what he was about to do. He thrust into her, and her squeak nearly sent him over the edge. He pounded her like she asked, battering her hips against the arm of the chair. Her orgasm approached fast, and she was soon a shuddering mess below him. But he held back his own release, and continued to pound her for all he was worth. She was clawing at the chair, and thanking the gods it was a cloth chair instead of leather, otherwise she would have ruined Lucius’ favorite chair. She could feel her second orgasm coming, and warned her husband.

“Master! I’m so close…I’m…uh…fuck! Harder! Just a little….” He she screeched blissfully through her second orgasm. But once again Lucius held himself back, and continued to pump her full of his fleshy rod. She realized what he was doing, and began to reach back to try and stop his penetrations. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She groaned happily as she felt the place where they joined. She could feel another orgasm, and she was sure this one would be her undoing. She grunted in blissful agony as she felt Lucius’ thrust going erratic. He couldn’t hold on another time, and she knew it. Her third and final orgasm hit, and she greeted it with a cry of sweet pain. Her muscles clamped again around Lucius’ cock, but this time he couldn’t hold himself back, and with a grunt he thrust into a final time, and emptied himself. It was such a powerful orgasm that he almost fell to his knees after he was finished. He gently wrapped his arm around Narcissa’s waist, and pulled her up with him. He pulled her over to the bed, and threw back the covers. He climbed into the bed slowly, and pulled her with him. He pulled her close, and she closed her eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.

“Sweet dreams, kitten.” He said, and kissed her head before falling into his own deep slumber.
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