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CHAPTER 24: The Green Dragon





Lucius Malfoy was a patient man. His years in service to Voldemort should have proven that. He was not, however, a tolerant man. He could only take so much of his wife’s playful banter with Severus before his jealousy began to rear its ugly green head. Oh, he didn’t think she meant any of it, and he didn’t think Severus did either, but it bothered him somewhat to see her cutting loose and enjoying herself so fully with Severus. She never laughed that way with him and for some reason, that bothered him.





She was still laughing as he carried her down the hall and up the stairs. It was making him more and more annoyed. She was HIS wife. She belonged to HIM and therefore he had the right to covet all of her happiness, all of her smiles, and all of her laughter for his own. Severus had no right to be on the receiving end. He knew his train of thought wasn’t rational but he just couldn’t seem to redirect that train in the right direction.





He entered their room and set her on her feet before walking away into the bathroom. Hermione sat on the edge of the bed, still laughing softly.



“You can’t imagine how much I needed to laugh like that Lucius. Severus is so funny. I see why you like him so much.” She stood up and began to strip off the wet bikini. She picked it up, intending to take it into the bathroom and drape it over the side of the tub to dry, but she stopped when she saw Lucius standing in the doorway wearing a pair of black, silk pajama bottoms with his arms folded across his chest. His long blonde hair was hanging loose and flowing over his shoulders, making him look like some sort of majestic warrior. He didn’t look happy.



“Lucius?” Her voice wavered slightly.





“Drop the bathing suit Hermione.” He ordered quietly.





“But it’s wet, and the rug….” She stammered, a little frightened. She had never seen that look in his eyes before. That hard, intense heat that didn’t allow for argument.





“Fuck the rug, I can buy a new one.” He snapped. “Now drop the bathing suit.” She did as she was told, dropping the bathing suit at her feet with a wet plop. “Good girl, now go stand at the foot of the bed and face the mattress and wait.” He turned on his heel and stalked back into the bathroom. Hermione was confused, what had gotten into him. She wanted to run to the safety of her bedroom but couldn’t make herself do it. So she did as he asked and went to the end of the bed, facing the mattress and stood there, waiting.





She heard him walk back into the room and held her breath. He walked to the side of the bed and laid a large, black box on the mattress and lifted the lid.



“What is that?” She asked. Lucius looked at her for a moment before answering.





“If you want me to answer your questions then address me as Sir, or Master.” He turned his attention back to the box and began removing items from inside.





“What is that, Sir?” She asked again, nerves making her slightly nauseated.





“These are the items I had Angelique send over.” He laid a familiar padded paddle on the bed, and after rifling through the box withdrew two long red cords of braided silk. “These should do for tonight.” He replaced the lid and slid the box beneath the bed.



“Lucius, I don’t understand….” Hermione’s eyes widened when he grabbed her wrist and slid it through the loop at the end of one cord.



“And I told you, if you want me to answer your questions, then you will address me appropriately.” He slid her other wrist through the second cord’s loop and withdrew is wand. With a simple flourish her arms were lifted high and stretched out as the other ends looped themselves tight around the posts of the bed.



“Lucius…..Sir, I don’t understand!” She was growing hot, a mix between fear and arousal at his dominating behavior.





“You flirted shamelessly with Severus in front of me. You completely ignored me as you continued your naughty banter with my dearest friend. You need to learn just who you belong to Hermione MALFOY. You have earned your punishment.” He was standing behind her, admiring the plump cheeks of her ass. He lifted his wand and pointed it at her left cheek.



“Insignio.” He said softly, and watched as a beautifully scrolled L M, no bigger than a galleon, appeared in black on her buttocks.



“Ouch! That stings!” She twisted her hips and looked back, her eyes huge as she stared at his initials now inked into her skin. “Oh my god you branded me!”





“Now you have a constant reminder that you are in fact MINE!” Lucius reached around her and picked up the paddle. He stroked the satin padded paddle along her back, the cool, slick fabric gliding sensuously along her spine. “I won’t share you, any part of you.”





“I wasn’t flirting, it was just play….” She stopped when the paddle came down sharply across her bottom once, and then again.





“I will not share any part of you! Don’t argue with me, your laughter, your tears, everything about you is mine and I will not have you dispensing it freely to anyone else while you ignore my presence…do you understand?” Lucius asked, his lips close to her ear.





“Lucius, I wasn’t trying to ignore you….” SMACK! “We were just joking!” SMACK! “I’m sorry, Master, please forgive me.” She whimpered softly as she let her head fall forward. Lucius smiled slightly and smoothed his hand over her bright red bottom.





“Apology accepted, darling.” He tossed the paddle onto the foot of the bed and he heard her sigh with relief. “I said I accepted your apology my darling wife, I did not say your punishment was over.” Lucius moved around her to sit on the foot of the bed and look up at his bound bride. “In order to put an end to any future flirtation on your part, we need to establish firmly that no other man will ever be able to give you what you need. Only I will be able to satisfy you fully.”



“I don’t want anyone but you…master.” She whispered.





“Wanting me isn’t the same as accepting me as your one and only, now is it? I want chocolate cake, but it doesn’t mean I will not occasionally indulge in pie or ice cream does it?”



“No sir.” She learned quickly. He had intended to wait a bit longer before introducing her to this side of his nature, but he had been pushed a little too far.





“Very good answer my darling.” He said, sliding his hands up her torso to cup her breasts. He squeezed a bit roughly and she jumped. His fingers stroked over her nipples until they were hard as little diamonds before pinching them between his fingers. “You have the most beautiful tits, I have ever seen.” She gasped softly at his naughty words. “Now be careful of your responses, I might think you like it when I use naughty words.” He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her forward as much as her bonds would allow without stretching her shoulders back too far. He sucked one burgeoning tip into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue as he suckled hard.



“Oh god….” She cried as he raked his teeth gently over the pebbled tip. He pulled back and stared at the wet, red nipple.



“And I thought they couldn’t get any prettier.” His head lowered and treated the other nipple to the same sweet torture. Hermione was at a loss, she couldn’t think, her mind just wouldn’t work. She had thought she would go along with whatever he wanted because it would make him happy, but now she couldn’t fight her body’s response to him, she enjoyed it, she wanted more.





“Lucius, please….sir…”





“I do love when you start to beg, but I’m not in a hurry to finish.” He slid his hand down the center of her chest, circled her navel with one finger before trailing lower to tug gently on the soft curls that crowned her sex. “Are you wet?”





“What?” She was shaking with her desire as he tugged on her curls. She could feel the soft puffs of his breath against her lower abdomen and it tickled deliciously.





“I asked you if you are wet for me Hermione.”





“Yes, sir.” She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and bit into is softly as he slid to his knees in front of her.



“Open your legs, now.” She didn’t argue, she stepped out and opened her legs. Lucius reached up with both hands and gently opened her lower lips, baring her wet, dripping sex to his gaze. “Now this is what I like to see.” Holding her open with one hand, he traced his fingers over her inner folds gently, so light she couldn’t determine if the tickling feeling was pleasure or pain. He flicked a finger over her clit, watched as it swelled further before he tweaked it gently between thumb and forefinger. Her knees buckled slightly but she caught herself. “Hmm, you like that don’t you?” he asked, tweaking the little nub once more.





“Yes….” She sobbed softly, she was so aroused her belly hurt with want of him.





“Then you should love this.” He leaned forward and pressed his open mouth against her. His hands cupped her ass and pressed her tighter to his mouth as he licked and sucked at her. She was moaning and writhing against his lips, nothing she said made sense, it was completely incoherent and he felt like a king because he had brought her there. He curled his long tongue against her, pushing slightly inside her with the tip before licking slowly back up to her clit and sucking. He pushed two of his finger into her passage and pumped them slowly in and out of her as he sucked.



“Lucius!” She cried his name when she came, a soft keening wail he never got tired of hearing. She rippled and gushed around his fingers before finally going limp against the bonds holding her arms above her head. Lucius reached for his wand and released the ties from the posts, catching her as she fell into his arms. He removed the loops from her wrists and struggled to his feet, carrying her back and onto the bed. He laid her against the pillows and removed his pajamas before climbing into the bed with her.



Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she pulled him over her and between her thighs. He wasted no time sliding into her ready, welcoming heat. Hermione wrapped her legs tight around his waist as he began to move inside her, his hips thrusting and grinding against hers as he claimed her.





“I need you to say it….” He breathed into her ear. “I need to know that it’s only me you want.”





“Just you…” She was crying out softly beneath him, her pleasure building again as he stroked into her. “Lucius…please……” He thrust hard into her and she came undone, arching and crying out as she pulsed around him, drawing him with her over the edge. He groaned harshly into her neck as he pumped his seed into her. He was dizzy with the release, to the point he feared he might pass out on top of her as he struggled to take in oxygen. Hermione was slowly stroking his sweaty back and shoulders, smoothing his hair and kissing the side of his face. “You never have to doubt my feelings for you. It’s only you, never any chance for anyone else. I adore you Lucius.”





“I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asked, shifting his weight from her so she wasn’t crushed beneath him.



“No. I think I was more surprised than anything….I wasn’t expecting you to brand me.” She laughed softly as he rolled to his back and pulled her with him.



“I can remove it.”





“No, it’s small, and it is on my ass, so no one but you will see it.” She snuggled into him. “What got into you Lucius, you’ve never been like that before.”



“Had thought to ease you into that side of me more slowly, but I couldn’t stand seeing you so happy with Severus. I wanted to….no, I needed to put my mark on you. I don’t know where it came from, I’m sorry if I scared you.”





“I suspected you enjoyed this sort of thing, especially after you took me shopping. I liked it more than I thought.” She smiled into his chest. “We can play like this again, as long as it’s not an everyday thing, I don’t think my bottom can take it.”



“Are you sore?” He asked, smoothing his hand over her backside.



“A bit….are you satisfied that you are the only man for me?”



“I am, but I can’t promise that the green dragon won’t rear his head again, I’m a possessive man by nature.”



“Never doubt that I’m yours, body and soul.” She tugged the covers over her and fell into an exhausted sleep. She didn’t even notice when Lucius got up to have a drink and sit before the fire to contemplate his reactions and feelings.